"So? What happened? Tell me!" Fiona poked me for a description of
what happened in the quiet spot.
"Well, you know, stuff," I replied.
"Oh, well that's specific," She said sarcastically, "come on, you can tell me, I'm your best friend."
"You really want to know?" I asked.
"Yes! Yes I do!"
"Well fine, but it's not erotica or anything, so don't get too excited. Well, he brought me to this beautiful forest clearing, canopied by willows and all. We talked for a while; he was holding me in his arms. It was just so romantic! We got to our favorite books, and he said, 'anything that involves me holding you', and then he snogged* me. It lasted quite a while, if I can remember correctly. And then he slipped his hand under my bum (over my pants of course, he didn't go into my pants), which was quite odd, but nice in a way, er, sort of. That sort of went on for a while, but eventually, we had to stop and go back to the main town. Holding hands, of course," I smiled and reminisced in the memory, eagerly awaiting when I would see Oliver again.
I glanced down at my ring, and noticed that the message had changed to 'You really are a wonderful snogger'. I showed this to Fiona, and we had a good laugh. Then, I remembered about that awful red haired girl, Sarah.
"Fiona, do you know a girl with long red hair named Sarah Sorden?" I asked.
"The new one?" She asked. I nodded in reply. "Oh yes, I know her. She's the Slytherin with the most gorgeous long red hair, she really is quite pretty. French, I've heard. Why has she popped into your head?"
"Well, Oliver and I were at Madam Puddifoot's, and she was sitting a few tables away. She started coughing when Oliver and I kissed, and she tripped right in front of her on her way out. If I wasn't mistaken, Oliver might've taken a little fancy to her," I said.
"That's ridiculous Diona, why would he fancy her if he fancies you? He knows you wouldn't fancy the idea of him fancying her when you fancy him and he supposedly fancies you! Because then, who would fancy me?!?" She said, confusing everyone, including herself.
"Who do you fancy anyway?" I asked.
"That's beside the point!" she squealed, "I don't think he fancies her, he obviously fancies you."
"He could be a double-fancier!" I said.
"I don't think there is such a thing."
"Well there is now!"
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------- And so a week passed and before I knew it, it was Valentine's Day eve, a Friday. And of course, that was the day that they alerted us that there was to be a Valentine's Day ball tomorrow. Of course Oliver asked me to go. They just couldn't have given us any less time to get ready, could they? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------
It was Valentine's Day morning, and I had thankfully already gathered everything up for the evening. I walked to breakfast and was surprised (and pleased) to find out that the long tables and benches had been replaced with small coffeehouse tables for two and cute little chairs.
"In the spirit of Valentine's Day, we have decided to make an arrangement for couples. There are two chairs to a table, and if you don't have a couple, don't fret, you can always sit with a friend," said Dumbledore and waved his wand, making a nice little set of food appear on each table. I quickly found Oliver, and we walked over to a table, hand in hand. I was quite happy with everything, until I heard familiar footsteps. They were the footsteps of Sarah's high heels. She sat down at a table next to us, making me furious inside. Thankfully, Oliver took no notice this time, and kept going at his cereal. I chewed on my toast happily, looking at Sarah from the corner of my eye. She had a little black book on her table, I couldn't decipher what it said on the cover, but whatever the inscription was, it was in gold thread, which was glowing softly.
A boy was standing a little bit behind her. I studied him, blonde hair combed to the side a bit, icy gray eyes sharp on Sarah, a small hint of a smile on his pale pink lips. I recognized him as a second year, Draco Malfoy, I think. He approached Sarah, a bit shaky.
"Is anyone sitting here?" He asked her.
"Yes, actually, someone is," She said coldly and Malfoy walked away, a bit sad.
'I didn't know that Sarah had a boyfriend!' I thought, 'I wonder who he is.'
Sarah opened the little black book, and started writing in it at a vicious pace. I looked over and read what she was writing:
'I can't believe it! It's Valentine's Day and I'm all alone. So
alone, Diary, that a second year just asked to sit with me! Do you
know how terribly embarrassing that is? I should have probably been
grateful, at this rate, it seems that I'll always be alone. Always
without a boy friend. The boys in France didn't like me, and the
boys in America weren't impressed that I knew several languages.
It's horribly upsetting! And, it seems that I'm back where I
started. Back at a new school with some more boys who won't even
look at me. Back where girls look over your shoulder while you write
in your Diary. Where you get no privacy!
I started to freak out that she knew I was watching her, and, sure enough, when I lifted my eyes from her diary to her face, she was glaring at me. Sarah quickly shut her diary and took a sip of her tea. She looked up and acted as though she had just noticed that Oliver was sitting there.
"Oh Oliver! Hello!" She gave me a small nod and a sour look, "what a coincidence that you're sitting here!" His mouth tightened, forming a small line, an effort at a smile. I looked down at our plates and got an idea.
"I'm very sorry to cut you off Sarah, but we were just about to go," I said, placing a hand on her table to balance on, and accidentally slipping onto her robe.
"Sorry, my hand slipped," I remarked.
"Yes, I had quite noticed that. It's fine, don't give yourself a headache over it," She said scornfully.
We said our goodbyes and were off, but not before I flicked my wand behind my back at the chair she was sitting on, making it collapse beneath her.
Oliver and I didn't say a word to each other as we were walking back to our common rooms. He most likely out of confusion over what had happened, and me because I was listening to what was going on around Sarah. You didn't think that I had really just slipped, did you? I had actually placed something on her robe, through which I was listening and seeing what was going on around her. The receivers were placed in the lobe of my ears, with the visual receivers in my sunglasses, which I had adorned on my eyes this morning.
It had been pretty silent there, but I soon got a picture in my glasses of that second year, Draco Malfoy, going back towards Sarah.
"I'm sorry about not introducing myself before, my name is Draco Malfoy," he said. Sarah stayed silent and turned down towards the orange that she was peeling.
"Just go away," she said quietly, placing the orange skins on the plate next to her, "Please, I would really like to be alone. I don't want to be seen with a second year. I really would much rather be by myself. I am getting quite accustomed to it."
Draco didn't respond, he didn't seem angry, or anything. He just quietly sighed and placed his head down, walking away. -----
I took the sunglasses off quickly after seeing the scene. I stuffed them in my pocket, and took Oliver's hand, stopping him and turning him towards me.
"Oliver, I really do hate doing this, but I fear I must. Do you fancy Sarah?" I asked him, looking into his green eyes.
He looked at me. Ten seconds passed. Twenty. He looked in my eyes. Thirty. He seemed to be thinking something over. Thirty-five. He brought me towards him, holding me. It seemed like forever. He kissed me on the forehead** and we just stood there, holding each other. He finally loosened a bit and said softly, "Not anymore, I finally got my priorities straight."
I looked up at him, "you weren't with us both at the same time, were you?"
"Just for a day or two when we just started going out. I had so many girls crowded around me, it was maddening. All I could think about was you, my mind was slowing down. She just kind of came towards me, I couldn't stop myself," he said.
I let go of his hands and distanced myself a bit, "Oliver, I can't trust you if you go off with another girl," I said, "even if it was five months ago. How would I know you wouldn't do that again?" I shook my head, "Maybe later, when I know I can trust you more." I walked away towards the common room.
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*Snogged: kissed. I.e.: full frontal snogging is kissing with everything: lip to lip, open mouth, tongues, you get the picture.
**I am shorter than him by a few inches. He is quite tall, borderline six feet, maybe an inch shorter.
"Well, you know, stuff," I replied.
"Oh, well that's specific," She said sarcastically, "come on, you can tell me, I'm your best friend."
"You really want to know?" I asked.
"Yes! Yes I do!"
"Well fine, but it's not erotica or anything, so don't get too excited. Well, he brought me to this beautiful forest clearing, canopied by willows and all. We talked for a while; he was holding me in his arms. It was just so romantic! We got to our favorite books, and he said, 'anything that involves me holding you', and then he snogged* me. It lasted quite a while, if I can remember correctly. And then he slipped his hand under my bum (over my pants of course, he didn't go into my pants), which was quite odd, but nice in a way, er, sort of. That sort of went on for a while, but eventually, we had to stop and go back to the main town. Holding hands, of course," I smiled and reminisced in the memory, eagerly awaiting when I would see Oliver again.
I glanced down at my ring, and noticed that the message had changed to 'You really are a wonderful snogger'. I showed this to Fiona, and we had a good laugh. Then, I remembered about that awful red haired girl, Sarah.
"Fiona, do you know a girl with long red hair named Sarah Sorden?" I asked.
"The new one?" She asked. I nodded in reply. "Oh yes, I know her. She's the Slytherin with the most gorgeous long red hair, she really is quite pretty. French, I've heard. Why has she popped into your head?"
"Well, Oliver and I were at Madam Puddifoot's, and she was sitting a few tables away. She started coughing when Oliver and I kissed, and she tripped right in front of her on her way out. If I wasn't mistaken, Oliver might've taken a little fancy to her," I said.
"That's ridiculous Diona, why would he fancy her if he fancies you? He knows you wouldn't fancy the idea of him fancying her when you fancy him and he supposedly fancies you! Because then, who would fancy me?!?" She said, confusing everyone, including herself.
"Who do you fancy anyway?" I asked.
"That's beside the point!" she squealed, "I don't think he fancies her, he obviously fancies you."
"He could be a double-fancier!" I said.
"I don't think there is such a thing."
"Well there is now!"
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------- And so a week passed and before I knew it, it was Valentine's Day eve, a Friday. And of course, that was the day that they alerted us that there was to be a Valentine's Day ball tomorrow. Of course Oliver asked me to go. They just couldn't have given us any less time to get ready, could they? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------
It was Valentine's Day morning, and I had thankfully already gathered everything up for the evening. I walked to breakfast and was surprised (and pleased) to find out that the long tables and benches had been replaced with small coffeehouse tables for two and cute little chairs.
"In the spirit of Valentine's Day, we have decided to make an arrangement for couples. There are two chairs to a table, and if you don't have a couple, don't fret, you can always sit with a friend," said Dumbledore and waved his wand, making a nice little set of food appear on each table. I quickly found Oliver, and we walked over to a table, hand in hand. I was quite happy with everything, until I heard familiar footsteps. They were the footsteps of Sarah's high heels. She sat down at a table next to us, making me furious inside. Thankfully, Oliver took no notice this time, and kept going at his cereal. I chewed on my toast happily, looking at Sarah from the corner of my eye. She had a little black book on her table, I couldn't decipher what it said on the cover, but whatever the inscription was, it was in gold thread, which was glowing softly.
A boy was standing a little bit behind her. I studied him, blonde hair combed to the side a bit, icy gray eyes sharp on Sarah, a small hint of a smile on his pale pink lips. I recognized him as a second year, Draco Malfoy, I think. He approached Sarah, a bit shaky.
"Is anyone sitting here?" He asked her.
"Yes, actually, someone is," She said coldly and Malfoy walked away, a bit sad.
'I didn't know that Sarah had a boyfriend!' I thought, 'I wonder who he is.'
Sarah opened the little black book, and started writing in it at a vicious pace. I looked over and read what she was writing:
'I can't believe it! It's Valentine's Day and I'm all alone. So
alone, Diary, that a second year just asked to sit with me! Do you
know how terribly embarrassing that is? I should have probably been
grateful, at this rate, it seems that I'll always be alone. Always
without a boy friend. The boys in France didn't like me, and the
boys in America weren't impressed that I knew several languages.
It's horribly upsetting! And, it seems that I'm back where I
started. Back at a new school with some more boys who won't even
look at me. Back where girls look over your shoulder while you write
in your Diary. Where you get no privacy!
I started to freak out that she knew I was watching her, and, sure enough, when I lifted my eyes from her diary to her face, she was glaring at me. Sarah quickly shut her diary and took a sip of her tea. She looked up and acted as though she had just noticed that Oliver was sitting there.
"Oh Oliver! Hello!" She gave me a small nod and a sour look, "what a coincidence that you're sitting here!" His mouth tightened, forming a small line, an effort at a smile. I looked down at our plates and got an idea.
"I'm very sorry to cut you off Sarah, but we were just about to go," I said, placing a hand on her table to balance on, and accidentally slipping onto her robe.
"Sorry, my hand slipped," I remarked.
"Yes, I had quite noticed that. It's fine, don't give yourself a headache over it," She said scornfully.
We said our goodbyes and were off, but not before I flicked my wand behind my back at the chair she was sitting on, making it collapse beneath her.
Oliver and I didn't say a word to each other as we were walking back to our common rooms. He most likely out of confusion over what had happened, and me because I was listening to what was going on around Sarah. You didn't think that I had really just slipped, did you? I had actually placed something on her robe, through which I was listening and seeing what was going on around her. The receivers were placed in the lobe of my ears, with the visual receivers in my sunglasses, which I had adorned on my eyes this morning.
It had been pretty silent there, but I soon got a picture in my glasses of that second year, Draco Malfoy, going back towards Sarah.
"I'm sorry about not introducing myself before, my name is Draco Malfoy," he said. Sarah stayed silent and turned down towards the orange that she was peeling.
"Just go away," she said quietly, placing the orange skins on the plate next to her, "Please, I would really like to be alone. I don't want to be seen with a second year. I really would much rather be by myself. I am getting quite accustomed to it."
Draco didn't respond, he didn't seem angry, or anything. He just quietly sighed and placed his head down, walking away. -----
I took the sunglasses off quickly after seeing the scene. I stuffed them in my pocket, and took Oliver's hand, stopping him and turning him towards me.
"Oliver, I really do hate doing this, but I fear I must. Do you fancy Sarah?" I asked him, looking into his green eyes.
He looked at me. Ten seconds passed. Twenty. He looked in my eyes. Thirty. He seemed to be thinking something over. Thirty-five. He brought me towards him, holding me. It seemed like forever. He kissed me on the forehead** and we just stood there, holding each other. He finally loosened a bit and said softly, "Not anymore, I finally got my priorities straight."
I looked up at him, "you weren't with us both at the same time, were you?"
"Just for a day or two when we just started going out. I had so many girls crowded around me, it was maddening. All I could think about was you, my mind was slowing down. She just kind of came towards me, I couldn't stop myself," he said.
I let go of his hands and distanced myself a bit, "Oliver, I can't trust you if you go off with another girl," I said, "even if it was five months ago. How would I know you wouldn't do that again?" I shook my head, "Maybe later, when I know I can trust you more." I walked away towards the common room.
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*Snogged: kissed. I.e.: full frontal snogging is kissing with everything: lip to lip, open mouth, tongues, you get the picture.
**I am shorter than him by a few inches. He is quite tall, borderline six feet, maybe an inch shorter.