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And yes I know, my story is sort of full of dialogue, it's just my style ok!
Disclaimer: Oh ok... (I'm getting bored of this part) the world of Harry Potter does NOT belong to me etc.
Old Crushes Never Die
I saw her and that Hazel-girl walk out of the Great Hall, chatting and laughing merrily. If I wanted this to happen, I had to do it now. It was my last chance. I swore to myself I was going to ask her yesterday when she was reading, or as she put it 'studying'. But then again I have sworn agreements like this so many times before, it'd probably go back to the beginning of fourth year. It was when the headmaster told us that there was to be a Christmas Dance, that I swore to myself that I would ask her, Pyscia Maraquelle, to go with me. As a date. I feel so stupid even thinking about it... But every time I look at her it's like... Merlin, let's not go into that. It'd make my brain malfunction and I'll just be blabbing nonsense to her and who knows what will happen? I don't even want to think about it.
Pulling up all my courage I leisurely strolled after them, only greeting them as Margus, the caretaker, checked that they had consent to go.
"And may I ask where you two fine ladies might be going?" I asked slickly joining in the queue. I could have cursed myself for that, luckily not as bad as the 'you are interesting to watch while you're reading' excuse I made up the night before.
"The moon, what about you?" Hazel said playing along, but adopting a nasty, sarcastic tone.
"Hogsmeade." I said lightly, as if it were as normal as going to the moon, "I told Lucius I would meet him at the Three Broomsticks, care to join me? It's an awful lot closer than the moon."
"Idiot." Hazel snorted, I couldn't care less, it was not her reply I was waiting for.
"Yes, we would love to join you on your trip to Hogsmeade!" came the reply I had been waiting and hoping for. "He's right you know Hazel, walking to Hogsmeade will be a lot closer then walking to the moon, especially in these new shoes." She added lifting her cloak a bit to show her new heels.
"Drop it." Hazel ordered, "Once is amusing, twice it's old and lame."
"Well, someone got out the wrong side of bed today!" Pyscia said playfully, linking arms with Hazel, Merlin I wish that Hazel-girl would just go away!
"I hate hail!" was her response, "Makes everything look gray and disgusting!"
"I can't but agree!" I said slowly, feeling left out.
"It better not hail on the night of the Dance!" Hazel said gloomily, "It would just spoil everything and I was hoping that everything would be perfect..." I couldn't have thanked Hazel more, it was all running to plan. Now if she just said that she had an escort to the dance too...
"Why would it be perfect this time?" I asked, hoping that it would lead in that direction.
"You know..." Pyscia began as if everyone should know, "Last year of school... gorgeous dress... perfect date..."
"And who might this perfect date be?" I asked casually, hoping it didn't sound too obvious.
"Regelus Black." Hazel said with a deep dreamy sigh.
"She is all over him." Pyscia said in an undertone.
"And you?" I asked smoothly, well hopefully it sounded smooth, "Who might you be going with?"
"No one..." Pyscia said slowly. He shoots, he scores!
"Surely some gentlemen would ask a lovely lady such as yourself to the Dance!" I said in a polite but shocked voice.
"She rejected everyone." Hazel answered for her. "Besides she doesn't need anyone to go with! With her looks she always gets a partner for every dance."
"Is that so?" I asked nearly choking on my own saliva. If that were it, it'd be lucky if I got one dance of her.
"No..." she said slowly, "Just that all them who asked were not the ones I had in mind to go with."
"Oh really?" I asked as if it were just an interesting piece of gossip I happened to hear.
"Well..." this was it, my last chance, if I screwed this I would never forgive myself for the rest of my life. My future depended on it....
Taking a deep breath I asked her casually "Would you care to accompany me then perhaps?"
"More like you'll accompany her!" Hazel said, "She is the one who gets all the dances remember!"
"Hazel shut up!" she said in an annoyed tone, then turning to me and looking up with her clear blue eyes she smiled, "Yes... I suppose.... I'd love to go with you to the dance Severus!" Holy Merlin!!! She said yes!! And what's more she said she's love to!!! You know what they say! Last time lucky!
After some time of peering down at her, in the middle of a busy street mind you, I saw her eyes slowly change from a the clear blue colour to a soft greenish tint. It wasn't just one light shade of green, but many softly playing around in her eyes. I don't know.... But it some way or another reminded me of the sea, with little waves playing up onto the shore, giving it the soft greenish blue colour. But it wasn't only her eyes that changed colour, I could see a red blush creeping up her cheeks, quickly she dropped her eyes and turned around to Hazel to say something.
I could feel my cheeks grow hotter and hotter by the second. Why!!! I never blushed, never! This is SO embarrassing, only yesterday I was yelling at him and elbowing him and now I'm blushing at him? What is wrong with me? I could feel his dark eyes piercing mine and I quickly looked down and whispered to Hazel something lame like "Hehe, now we all have a date to the Dance!"
"Yes we do!" she hissed back, "Now if you are out of your little delusion, then maybe you can take it into your head that we are at the robe shop."
"Oh so we are!" I said slightly louder so that Severus might hear, then turning to him I said, "Well we're at the shop.... Unless you need to buy dress robes too, I would suggest that you go look for Lucius, we'll meet you all there at lunch alright!"
"Sure! Bye!" he said casually and strolling of with his hands in his pockets.
"Well here we are Py, now it's just a matter of entering!" Hazel snapped roughly pushing me through the door.
"Ah ladies," an obnoxious, thin shopkeeper, "How may I help you?"
"We are looking for dress robes." I said coldly.
"Ah I see..." he said slightly taken aback, "Heroll! Please come and assist me with these two lovely ladies!" Just sugar coat it, huh. See if I don't make your day a glimpse of Hell.
"Now what did you have in mind?" he asked politely, while his scrawny little assistant helped Hazel.
"I had in mind a silk turquoise gown with a matching shawl." I stated coldy.
"Ah...Yes... well we might just have the thing for you!" he said cheerfully, "Just finished making it today myself!" he added proudly leading me over to a colourful rack of robes arranged in the colours of the rainbow. Odious.
"All of these are the same style and material but different colour as you can see." He said boastfully, running his hand along the various gowns. He was really getting over the top of it, he must have been a Gryffindor in his youth, or perhaps a Hufflepuff, he looks sort of dense.
"I am not blind." I said coldy, hopefully this would discourage him from wasting my time with his little boastful talk.
"Of course you're not miss!" he said pulling out the turquoise gown, "Voila!"
"Well is it quite your taste?" he asked cautiously holding out the gown for me to look at.
"Well the material and colour is perfect..." I began, "But the style is absolutely horrible!"
"Yes you're right Py, darling." Hazel said peering over my shoulder. "My, my, my, no shape at all, just a straight sleeveless things. Despicable!"
"My mother won't even give this to the maid to wear!" I said, looking at it in disgust, "And the shawl! Why it's of the same material as the thing! How appalling, as a tailor you would surely know that a shawl can be the same colour as the gown, but never the same material!"
"Merlin, look at the size of the hips!" Hazel exclaimed reaching out and holding it like it was some contagious vermin. "May I suggest that you rename your shop to Madame Grande Ventre for the Ladies in Expecting."
"Yes!" I exclaimed smugly, "That name would be just nice, I mean it would definitely attract more customers that way."
"Well, Py what are we going to do?" Hazel asked disappointedly with a sigh, "I mean the Dance is next fortnight, Mother won't have time to buy the new material, sew it together and owl it over to Hogwarts!"
"Well tell you what," I said, "We'll take three gowns and matching shawls of the same material, don't worry Hazel dear, we'll change them into something else, and see what we can do with them up in the castle. My aunt sent me a book on sewing charms for emergencies."
"And this is an emergency!" Hazel added.
"Send these dishrags up to the castle no later than tonight!" I snapped, picking another beige gown for Narcissa and trusting it at him. "Slytherin Tower, the name is Maraquelle. If it is late I will send someone down to fetch them. Understood!" and I stuffed a small bag of gold into his hands.
"She means it." Hazel hissed as she added her baby pink gown to the pile. And stalked out of the shop after me.
To our delight the shopkeeper, who claimed to be a tailor, and his scrawny little assistant looked so insulted and humiliated they were on the verge of tears. Serves them right, making a gown like this should be a punishable by law. Spineless fools.
A/N: If you see any mistakes or things that are wrong, please tell me. Please review! All comments open! Pax be to all.