Author's Note: Sorry that it's taken me so long to update and write but I
am currently trying to get a friend of mine to keep posting so I have
slowed down, also I left off at a very weird spot. This chapter was very
strange to write considering that I still have a clueless character on my
hands...Now Back to Monique's life...
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Disclaimer ~ I don't own any of these characters except I think I have a right to own Jean, Monique, and all other characters I have made up with something I like to call my imagination.
I pulled back from Jean feeling my face flush. I couldn't believe what had just occurred. Had I honestly just kissed Jean? Or was it the other way around? Had he just kissed me? "Well..." I started feeling awkward. Jean's face must have been a mirror image of my own, for he looked just as flushed as I was.
"Sorry about that, it's just that...WOW! Look the sweater is done, how about we start another four, since you kindly made that many knitting needles."
I was not going to be put off that easy, after all he was my first kiss, which I had been saving for Harry. "Jean, you were just what?" I asked trying to sound coy.
"Well I guess you could say just got caught up in the moment. How's Harry?"
"How is Harry, what kind of question is that?! You just kissed me because you were caught up in the moment?" I was furious enough to kill something and with a wand in my hand it was pretty tempting. Maybe I could just turn him into something, no one would ever know and I won't have to deal with the death of someone on my hands.
Jean turned even redder (if possible), "Well why did you kiss me back? You didn't have to."
"I was caught up in the moment." I muttered dryly, still having thoughts of how he would look as a worm or a pink sweater.
"You were?" he asked, sounding downcast, "If you weren't its ok to say so." He added in a somewhat hopeful voice. This made my heart melt and all thoughts of murder left my mind. If I hadn't already had a crush on Jean I would have one by now...can one be in love with more than one person?(Don't answer that)
"Well you are a rather good kisser," I started cautiously, not wanting to lie to him. I mean after all he is one of my best friends, is a rather good kissers (well being my first one I guess anyone would be a good kisser), and Mary Sue did say that she though he liked me, if that is anything to go by.
Jean's face brightened considerably (not in color mind you, I don't believe that that would be possible). "I guess I am aren't I? Well you're pretty good your self." He answered smiling. "Let's get these sweaters rolling and then talk."
For some reason I agreed (amazing what happens when you are confused by love). We got about twenty sweaters going (thanks to me and my unlimited supply of bobby pins) and then sat down on one of the many couches. "Let's talk." I said after sitting on the couch, getting comfortable, and starring at Jean who mean while was starring at me, the room was completely silent.
"Answer one question for me?" He asked.
"Sure thing partner."
"Do you still want to go out with Harry, and do you still like him?" he asked me in this shy little voice. Are all people this sweet after they kiss you?
"Well, I can say that I like him, but for some reason not as much as I used to. Don't tell anyone I told you that, I could loose my position as head of the Harry Potter Fan Club back home."
"You are to Harry, as I am to you." He said simply, smiling at me.
Being me I didn't get the point that he liked me till after I said, "Have I really gone down in you opinion?" I wanted to shoot myself as soon as that came out, I felt giddy with the knowledge that Jean liked me as was saying so.
"Well, you have risen in my opinion if anything." He said, "Do you want me to spell it out for you?"
"Yes." I said wickedly.
"Monique, I really like you. And well, I don't really know what else to say," he stammered, making me feel guilty at once.
"I am glad you do. I think I like you too."
He smiled at me and I smiled at him and we kissed, until looking over his shoulder I saw that our knitting had gone haywire and instead of twenty sweaters we had about one (all the other ones had somehow become bobby pin sweaters), the first one we had made. "One size fits all." Cried Jean gaily as I picked it up.
"Can't we just duplicate it a couple times?" I asked, surprised we hadn't thought of this before.
"Brilliant! One moment please." He then said the spell and I ended up holding a pile of about twenty perfectly folded and stacked sweaters.
"Were should we put them?" I asked, realizing that I defiantly didn't have room for the sweaters and there was also the small fact that Monica might take them to try and 'save our souls from the evils of expulsion '.
"Well let's put them in my room. Then if you decided to be late, like usual, to the meeting on Monday, I will have them and all will be well." Jean got up, took my stack of sweaters and went to his room. While he was up there I cleaned up our mess of yarn with one quick sweep of my wand. (Actually it took a couple of tries to get the spell right, but once I figured it out all went well.)
By the time Jean had returned the common room was slowly filling with the Christmas shoppers. Tomas came up to Jean and I saying, "Monique, um...Fred and George Weasly want to have a chat with you. The said something else but I can't remember...Oh, Jean you are also supposed to come."
"Where do we go?" asked Jean, meanwhile I was trying to remember how many Weasly's were at the school.
"Library in the back corner. Or at least that what I think they said."
Jean and I exchanged glances before leaving the common room and heading over to the library. Thankfully Jean knew where he was going for I didn't have a clue. We entered the library and were automatically glared at by the librarian. I could have sworn she said something like, "Up to no good I bet." But I'm not sure.
We walked to the back of the library where to red headed boys were deep in conversation. I nudged Jean, and pointed, mouthing 'that's them'. We walked over to them quietly. Once we were behind them I said in a perfect imitation of Professor Umbridge, "Fred and George Weasly! Didn't I just give one of you two a detention?"
"Well you gave one of us one, did you forget that we were triplets?" Said one of them, not turning around.
"Twins! I know you are twins! If I didn't know better I would think you all were trying to pull my leg," I cried in mock outrage. The one wearing a red sweater with an F on it turned around, and shock filled his face when he saw that Umbridge was no were to be seen. I smiled and waved at him while Jean laughed. The other twin, wearing a red sweater with a G on it turned around.
"Who the bloody hell are you?" he asked.
Jean stuck out his hand, "I'm Jean val Jean and this is Monique."
"I should have known, you two are early, we are still waiting for our brother and Harry. Do you think you could do that again when Harry arrives? Only tell him he has to give up his broom and was kicked off the Quidditch team for life." They both grinned, as if picturing Harry's face. I wasn't as excited.
"I would rather not."
Jean looked at me and seemed to frown. I feel really bad, but I just can't give up on Harry. Fred (well I think it was him) looked shocked, "Can't joke around with poor emotionally scared potter in cause he has a nervous breakdown?" he asked sarcastically.
"Actually I just don't like pulling the same prank twice." (Well I also didn't want to hurt Harry, but like I would tell his best friend's brothers that).
"Like you know anything about it." Muttered George, "I bet you are an amateur at the most."
Jean started to clench his fist, but being me I just put my hand in his (I was in a happy mood). "Well I suppose I don't have any real idea about how to cause trouble, knowing that I have never gotten a detention for doing such a thing." Jean smiled encouragingly.
"I wish some teacher at home had heard that, they would break down laughing. Unless Monique you have been reformed in the last two minutes." Said Jean.
Fred and George gave each other this look that told me that I wasn't believed. "It doesn't matter. All that matters is getting the school to participate." Said Jean, coming to my rescue, this was the second time today that I had the urge to turn someone into something else. I wonder if this is how the first evil witches got started, one day they got angry, turned someone into a toad, before they knew it they are turning everyone into toads.
Fred and George were saved answering for HARRY and Ron came up to us. I felt Jean stiffen as he saw Harry. Funny I don't understand why he is jealous of Harry when Harry doesn't give me the time of day. "Hello Fred, why did we have to meet in the library? No one would over hear us there." Started Ron, obviously not noticing Jean and I.
Jean doesn't like not being acknowledged or something for he started coughing furiously, succeeding in getting Harry and Ron's attention as well as the rest of the library's. "He's had this awful cold all week." I said, feeling relieved when all the eyes turned away from our table. Turning to Fred and George I said, "Jean's the amateur trouble maker, were as I rank somewhere along the lines of teachers don't want me alone in their classroom's for to long."
"You're the girl that beat up Draco and then got beaten up by him, right?" asked Ron. Why does everyone in the bloody school have to bring that up when they first meet me?
"No I am her evil sister come to get revenge on the two boys that found her. I believe their names are Ron Weasly and Harry Potter." I said Harry's name last so that Jean wouldn't feel jealous. But I couldn't help batting my eyes at him, Harry is Harry after all.
Harry smiled, "You recovered well." He then looked me over. Why is it that he decides to do that now?! Jean automatically put his arms around my waist. I didn't mind at first till I realized that he was giving Harry a warning or 'marking his territory' as Mary Sue would say. To get out of this I sat down, Harry on one side and Jean on the other.
"Now on to business. You two are going to have the school somehow get hundreds of pink replicas of Umbridge's sweater by Monday night?"
"Well we were aiming for just Hufflepuff but this picture said it would be harder to pinpoint who made them all if we got the whole school involved. Only Monique and I aren't exactly welcome here, and we don't have the best of reputations here..."
"I call beating up Malfoy a good thing. To bad your friend, Monique isn't it, didn't bash his skull." Piped up Ron happily. I could swear that after saying this he looked positively happy and seemed to be picturing this in his head. I don't see what Mary Sue likes about him. Harry nodded approvingly.
Do I sense a strong hate for someone? Well anyway we all discussed our (meaning Jean and my) plan and somehow managed to get Fred and George to help us out. Jean promised to duplicate the sweaters and apparently the Weasly twins (I don't know what they meant about triplets) will pass them out at breakfast with Jean and I. I personally think this is a bad plan, but well as they said, they are the masters.
After this grand conference I went back to the common room, got lost since I wasn't with Jean (he wanted to eat, and didn't understand how I had managed the whole day without food). But nine I found the common room entrance, but instead of waiting for Jean in the common room I went to my bed and fell fast asleep. (you would to if you had walked the whole school looking for your bloody common room).
Author's Note: Well that's all for today. Sorry I haven't been posting very much but I am trying to get the chapters out as soon as possible, but school hasn't been helping. Don't mind the spelling, I know it's awful already, same with the after kiss dialog.
Please review... It has often been said that the more reviews a person gets the more they write.
Testing, Testing, one, two, three, bold, italic, underline (I am trying to figure out how to get these to show up, right now I am trying it as a web page. I think it might be my life long goal to make the above appear the way they should)
Disclaimer ~ I don't own any of these characters except I think I have a right to own Jean, Monique, and all other characters I have made up with something I like to call my imagination.
I pulled back from Jean feeling my face flush. I couldn't believe what had just occurred. Had I honestly just kissed Jean? Or was it the other way around? Had he just kissed me? "Well..." I started feeling awkward. Jean's face must have been a mirror image of my own, for he looked just as flushed as I was.
"Sorry about that, it's just that...WOW! Look the sweater is done, how about we start another four, since you kindly made that many knitting needles."
I was not going to be put off that easy, after all he was my first kiss, which I had been saving for Harry. "Jean, you were just what?" I asked trying to sound coy.
"Well I guess you could say just got caught up in the moment. How's Harry?"
"How is Harry, what kind of question is that?! You just kissed me because you were caught up in the moment?" I was furious enough to kill something and with a wand in my hand it was pretty tempting. Maybe I could just turn him into something, no one would ever know and I won't have to deal with the death of someone on my hands.
Jean turned even redder (if possible), "Well why did you kiss me back? You didn't have to."
"I was caught up in the moment." I muttered dryly, still having thoughts of how he would look as a worm or a pink sweater.
"You were?" he asked, sounding downcast, "If you weren't its ok to say so." He added in a somewhat hopeful voice. This made my heart melt and all thoughts of murder left my mind. If I hadn't already had a crush on Jean I would have one by now...can one be in love with more than one person?(Don't answer that)
"Well you are a rather good kisser," I started cautiously, not wanting to lie to him. I mean after all he is one of my best friends, is a rather good kissers (well being my first one I guess anyone would be a good kisser), and Mary Sue did say that she though he liked me, if that is anything to go by.
Jean's face brightened considerably (not in color mind you, I don't believe that that would be possible). "I guess I am aren't I? Well you're pretty good your self." He answered smiling. "Let's get these sweaters rolling and then talk."
For some reason I agreed (amazing what happens when you are confused by love). We got about twenty sweaters going (thanks to me and my unlimited supply of bobby pins) and then sat down on one of the many couches. "Let's talk." I said after sitting on the couch, getting comfortable, and starring at Jean who mean while was starring at me, the room was completely silent.
"Answer one question for me?" He asked.
"Sure thing partner."
"Do you still want to go out with Harry, and do you still like him?" he asked me in this shy little voice. Are all people this sweet after they kiss you?
"Well, I can say that I like him, but for some reason not as much as I used to. Don't tell anyone I told you that, I could loose my position as head of the Harry Potter Fan Club back home."
"You are to Harry, as I am to you." He said simply, smiling at me.
Being me I didn't get the point that he liked me till after I said, "Have I really gone down in you opinion?" I wanted to shoot myself as soon as that came out, I felt giddy with the knowledge that Jean liked me as was saying so.
"Well, you have risen in my opinion if anything." He said, "Do you want me to spell it out for you?"
"Yes." I said wickedly.
"Monique, I really like you. And well, I don't really know what else to say," he stammered, making me feel guilty at once.
"I am glad you do. I think I like you too."
He smiled at me and I smiled at him and we kissed, until looking over his shoulder I saw that our knitting had gone haywire and instead of twenty sweaters we had about one (all the other ones had somehow become bobby pin sweaters), the first one we had made. "One size fits all." Cried Jean gaily as I picked it up.
"Can't we just duplicate it a couple times?" I asked, surprised we hadn't thought of this before.
"Brilliant! One moment please." He then said the spell and I ended up holding a pile of about twenty perfectly folded and stacked sweaters.
"Were should we put them?" I asked, realizing that I defiantly didn't have room for the sweaters and there was also the small fact that Monica might take them to try and 'save our souls from the evils of expulsion '.
"Well let's put them in my room. Then if you decided to be late, like usual, to the meeting on Monday, I will have them and all will be well." Jean got up, took my stack of sweaters and went to his room. While he was up there I cleaned up our mess of yarn with one quick sweep of my wand. (Actually it took a couple of tries to get the spell right, but once I figured it out all went well.)
By the time Jean had returned the common room was slowly filling with the Christmas shoppers. Tomas came up to Jean and I saying, "Monique, um...Fred and George Weasly want to have a chat with you. The said something else but I can't remember...Oh, Jean you are also supposed to come."
"Where do we go?" asked Jean, meanwhile I was trying to remember how many Weasly's were at the school.
"Library in the back corner. Or at least that what I think they said."
Jean and I exchanged glances before leaving the common room and heading over to the library. Thankfully Jean knew where he was going for I didn't have a clue. We entered the library and were automatically glared at by the librarian. I could have sworn she said something like, "Up to no good I bet." But I'm not sure.
We walked to the back of the library where to red headed boys were deep in conversation. I nudged Jean, and pointed, mouthing 'that's them'. We walked over to them quietly. Once we were behind them I said in a perfect imitation of Professor Umbridge, "Fred and George Weasly! Didn't I just give one of you two a detention?"
"Well you gave one of us one, did you forget that we were triplets?" Said one of them, not turning around.
"Twins! I know you are twins! If I didn't know better I would think you all were trying to pull my leg," I cried in mock outrage. The one wearing a red sweater with an F on it turned around, and shock filled his face when he saw that Umbridge was no were to be seen. I smiled and waved at him while Jean laughed. The other twin, wearing a red sweater with a G on it turned around.
"Who the bloody hell are you?" he asked.
Jean stuck out his hand, "I'm Jean val Jean and this is Monique."
"I should have known, you two are early, we are still waiting for our brother and Harry. Do you think you could do that again when Harry arrives? Only tell him he has to give up his broom and was kicked off the Quidditch team for life." They both grinned, as if picturing Harry's face. I wasn't as excited.
"I would rather not."
Jean looked at me and seemed to frown. I feel really bad, but I just can't give up on Harry. Fred (well I think it was him) looked shocked, "Can't joke around with poor emotionally scared potter in cause he has a nervous breakdown?" he asked sarcastically.
"Actually I just don't like pulling the same prank twice." (Well I also didn't want to hurt Harry, but like I would tell his best friend's brothers that).
"Like you know anything about it." Muttered George, "I bet you are an amateur at the most."
Jean started to clench his fist, but being me I just put my hand in his (I was in a happy mood). "Well I suppose I don't have any real idea about how to cause trouble, knowing that I have never gotten a detention for doing such a thing." Jean smiled encouragingly.
"I wish some teacher at home had heard that, they would break down laughing. Unless Monique you have been reformed in the last two minutes." Said Jean.
Fred and George gave each other this look that told me that I wasn't believed. "It doesn't matter. All that matters is getting the school to participate." Said Jean, coming to my rescue, this was the second time today that I had the urge to turn someone into something else. I wonder if this is how the first evil witches got started, one day they got angry, turned someone into a toad, before they knew it they are turning everyone into toads.
Fred and George were saved answering for HARRY and Ron came up to us. I felt Jean stiffen as he saw Harry. Funny I don't understand why he is jealous of Harry when Harry doesn't give me the time of day. "Hello Fred, why did we have to meet in the library? No one would over hear us there." Started Ron, obviously not noticing Jean and I.
Jean doesn't like not being acknowledged or something for he started coughing furiously, succeeding in getting Harry and Ron's attention as well as the rest of the library's. "He's had this awful cold all week." I said, feeling relieved when all the eyes turned away from our table. Turning to Fred and George I said, "Jean's the amateur trouble maker, were as I rank somewhere along the lines of teachers don't want me alone in their classroom's for to long."
"You're the girl that beat up Draco and then got beaten up by him, right?" asked Ron. Why does everyone in the bloody school have to bring that up when they first meet me?
"No I am her evil sister come to get revenge on the two boys that found her. I believe their names are Ron Weasly and Harry Potter." I said Harry's name last so that Jean wouldn't feel jealous. But I couldn't help batting my eyes at him, Harry is Harry after all.
Harry smiled, "You recovered well." He then looked me over. Why is it that he decides to do that now?! Jean automatically put his arms around my waist. I didn't mind at first till I realized that he was giving Harry a warning or 'marking his territory' as Mary Sue would say. To get out of this I sat down, Harry on one side and Jean on the other.
"Now on to business. You two are going to have the school somehow get hundreds of pink replicas of Umbridge's sweater by Monday night?"
"Well we were aiming for just Hufflepuff but this picture said it would be harder to pinpoint who made them all if we got the whole school involved. Only Monique and I aren't exactly welcome here, and we don't have the best of reputations here..."
"I call beating up Malfoy a good thing. To bad your friend, Monique isn't it, didn't bash his skull." Piped up Ron happily. I could swear that after saying this he looked positively happy and seemed to be picturing this in his head. I don't see what Mary Sue likes about him. Harry nodded approvingly.
Do I sense a strong hate for someone? Well anyway we all discussed our (meaning Jean and my) plan and somehow managed to get Fred and George to help us out. Jean promised to duplicate the sweaters and apparently the Weasly twins (I don't know what they meant about triplets) will pass them out at breakfast with Jean and I. I personally think this is a bad plan, but well as they said, they are the masters.
After this grand conference I went back to the common room, got lost since I wasn't with Jean (he wanted to eat, and didn't understand how I had managed the whole day without food). But nine I found the common room entrance, but instead of waiting for Jean in the common room I went to my bed and fell fast asleep. (you would to if you had walked the whole school looking for your bloody common room).
Author's Note: Well that's all for today. Sorry I haven't been posting very much but I am trying to get the chapters out as soon as possible, but school hasn't been helping. Don't mind the spelling, I know it's awful already, same with the after kiss dialog.
Please review... It has often been said that the more reviews a person gets the more they write.
