Chapter Five: Turn of the Tables
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Disclaimer: *sigh* I wish I did.
OMG!! I just HAVE to get this out of my system!! You know how I was griping and whining about how I wished that I was the same age as the HP actors in the movies? WELL… TOM FELTON IS TWO MONTHS OLDER THAN I AM!!
EEEEEEEEEEE!! *Transforms into a TF fan girl* OMG!!! I still have a channnnnnnnncccccccce!!!!!
*Turns back to OV* A-hem. Sorry, I just had to get that out of my system. (OMG!)
Whoa. Read on before I get anymore weird and stupid…
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I have to admit, and it isn't easy to do, that life with Gemini is better than life without. I can tell that she still wants to be completely and totally together again, but…
I have an uneasy feeling that that isn't such a good idea. I don't care that she still loves me even when she knows what I am – well, I guess I do care – but I meant what I said about blood being binding. I was attached to the Dark legions as much as I was attached to Quidditch. I can feel something rising. I can feel it in my blood.
And what Crabbe and Goyle found out is of no consolation, either.
"It doesn't matter that the Dark Lord is dead," Goyle had commented. "The second in command will take up the chair and lead us to victory!"
Crabbe had nodded in agreement. "I heard that everyone is massing together, waiting for the next order. It'll come any day, now! Isn't it great?"
Sure. Great. I don't know what I was thinking all those years ago, but I really regret it now. I've found something good in life, and I probably will have to give her up…just to keep her safe.
But onto lighter topics. The Yule Ball. Yes, it is in three weeks, and yes I don't have a date. Pardon? Are you surprised? Well, if I decided to think about it a little, I guess that I am as well. Usually I would just smirk at Pansy and she would melt into a puddle of gibbering slime, waiting for me to ask her.
But I really don't wish to go to the ball with her. Not anymore.
Blast it, I wish I knew what I was getting myself into when I had decided to try this whole thing out with Gemini. It's getting blown completely out of proportion, now, and I can't figure out for the life of me, how to slow it down. Or fix it. Or keep it from tearing up what is left of my dismal life.
Gods, I really couldn't care less what happened anymore. Everything's falling to pieces, and my eyes aren't sharp enough to spot all the shards on the floor. Perhaps I should do what the 'Golden Child' would do – ride it out as it happens, and leave everything to blind, deaf, dumb luck.
I'm going to ask her. I don't care what anyone else thinks anymore. Why should I? I didn't in the first place, did I? Sure, I had my reputation, but that's been shot out of the water…
I will ask her. Right now. As soon as she walks into the potions class I will talk to her. I will find an excuse to talk to her. I have to…
"Sit down!" Snape snapped, glaring at all who were still rushing into the class. Gemini slid onto the chair in front of me, dropping her books onto the floor beside her. Gods. She's beautiful. "Begin the potion on curing scars and welts.
There was a silence in the room. I looked around. My fellow Slytherins were staring at me expectantly. "What?" I asked irritably. They just stared at me strangely and went to work. I looked at the Gryffindors. They were giving me a strange look as well. Potter tilted his head and mouthed Thanks.
Thanks? For what? I thought about all that happened. Snape yells at them and then tells us to work on potions to cure scars and-oh. Oh. I see. I completely missed an opportunity to poke at Potter. Heartstrings, I'm slipping. Dammit.
Needless to say, I did that twice more before the end of class. I managed to catch one opening just before the bell, but Gemini had glanced back at me with disapproval in her eyes. Gods that hurt.
I caught up with her just outside dungeon doors. "Gemini, I need to talk to you."
"What about, Draco?" Her tone was level, but I could sense frost underneath.
"Look, that comment, I really didn't mean it."
"Then why did you say it?"
"I-" I floundered for words. "Um…"
She patted me on the upper arm. "You have to let go of your reputation, Draco."
"I'm trying." I said in an exasperated voice. "Believe me."
'I know." She smiled at me. "What did you want to talk to me about?"
What did I want to talk her about? I was losing my thoughts in her smile, amazed by the simple beauty of it. "About the ball…" I managed to say. "Will you go with me?"
"The ball?" She said uncertainly, eyes drifting to the ground. "Oh, um…"
I could feel a wave of dread rising in me. "What? You're not going?"
"It's not that, Draco…it's just…" She sighed, looking up at me. "I've already got a date."
Gods…she already has a date…but how…but… "Who?"
She hesitated.
"Who, Gemini? Tell me."
"Ron."
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HO! Draco is down for the count! Ron, of all people, got to Gemini first! But how does that work out? …Wait and see!!
Draco: Oh the irony of it all…
Me: It's okay…everything will turn out for the better.
Draco: It had better. I don't like being the underdog. It sucks.
Me: Poor you. L *Hugs him*
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