Secrets and Dirty Deeds
A le Pieds-nus Pianiste
Chapter 23
The night of Christmas Eve…
"Ohhh!" Carmen chirped, clamping her hands together in delight. "Roast turkey, gravy, roast potatoes, spotted dick, sweet potatoes, roast lamb, pork chops, steak and kidney pie, spaghetti, lasagne, mashed potatoes, fish fingers, butter chicken, kebabs, steak, spring rolls, rissoles, wedges, curry, pasta, quiche, meatballs, stir-fry, BBQ chicken, pumpkin bread…" she started listing all the food she saw, lined up on the table. "I just can't wait to get started on them all!"
Malfoy, who had been standing beside her while they walked down to the middle of the table, groaned. He didn't look too comfortable. He was limping a little – his foot was still numb from the snowpigme's bite – and he winced when Carmen, though playfully, slapped his back. "Oh, sorry," she said blindly. "I forgot your back's a bit delicate at the moment. But those snowpigmes don't hurt that much, do they?"
"You'd be surprised," he growled as they sat down. He looked around at the Great Hall which had been decorated very festively as per every year. Big icicles, frosty Christmas trees, 'faerie' lights, snowing ceiling… it all made him want to go home.
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Coming back from dinner, everyone gathered around in the common room, lounging about and killing off time before bed. For those who had some sort of entertainment busied themselves with that, but for the others who didn't, they were left to sit around and chat.
But suddenly, a faint jingling noise could be heard, coming down from the corridors outside the common room. Crabbe and Goyle were the first to hear and looked up at each other.
"Do you hear jingle bells?" Goyle said to Crabbe.
"Yeah…" he replied.
"Do you think it's Santa?" Goyle said looking hopeful.
"Maybe," Crabbe looked hopeful too, "It's getting closer."
At last the door of the common room flung open and the Slytherins looked up, half in alarm and half in anticipation. Carmen flew through the door in a huff, wearing a cloak covered from inch to inch in jingle bells. Crabbe and Goyle looked back at each other, clearly disappointed.
Carmen stormed, obviously in a very bad temper, and hurled herself onto the couch next to Jade. She crossed her arms furiously and gave a huge sigh. She brooded to herself in an inaudible fashion, her tone enraged. Jade brought up her courage to ask her if she was okay.
"Am I okay? Am I okay?! Do I look like I'm fucking okay?"
"Okay, maybe not. But what's the matter?"
"Huh, I'll tell you what the matter is…" but before she would go on, her voice diminished and she turned crimson.
"What?" Jade urged.
"He… h-he… He kissed me!!!"
"What?!"
"Twice!"
"Twice?! Who?"
"Malfoy."
"Malfoy?! I thought he was gay?"
"Well, it bloody well turns out he's not!"
They both sat there silent for a minute, Jade growing more and more quiet by each thought and Carmen more and more angry with each thought. She finally burst out, "God, that's the second time he's done this to me like this!"
"Like what?"
"At the wrong times!"
"Wrong times?"
"Yeah, first he kissed me when I thought he was fucking gay. Then he kissed me under the fucking mistletoe some fucking stupid flying bug was fucking carrying around."
"You mean a faerie?"
"Yeah, those things."
"But wasn't it romantic?"
"What? That a presumably gay guy kisses you?"
"No, kissing under the mistletoe."
Carmen couldn't help but laugh at the thought. She wasn't exactly the sentimentally emotional kind who dreamed of romance.
Jade looked a little peeved. "But you enjoyed it, right?"
She involuntarily gave a sheepish grin but then straightened her face, cleared her throat and quickly said, "No."
At that moment, the door of the common room opened, and in walked Malfoy. Malfoy didn't notice, but Carmen had sunk distinguishably lower and lower into the couch whose face had turned to a bright beetroot colour.
A/N: R&R!
Well, well, well. The truth comes out, doesn't it? And you don't even have to say anything… okay, a bit random, but I'm in a very weird mood. Anyway, how do you think Carmen and Draco are going to get together? Because usually, when you read DM fictions, he's always really smooth and always got the upper hand… I want to try and turn the tables this time. Any suggestions are welcome and to my loyal reviewers, you have my utmost and highest respect. Thank you very much. bow
I won't be writing the next chapter until after Tuesday, so please bare with my while I take a well earned weekend – a long weekend in fact – and revive myself and come up with more ideas. A word of warning: the ideas may be a little on the whacky side, as my whole family is very whacky.
Also, I have, very proudly, done my oral task of making a speech of seven minutes today. Very, very proud of myself. And the topic? The International Year of Rice… can you believe it? Some idiot in this world linked rice and global unity somehow, and I just stood in front of the class for almost eight minutes rambling on about how rice doesn't represent global unity and crap like that… but mind you, I did sound like Billy Connelly at times (yes, Carmen did take over me for a few minutes of the speech… and I think I got penalised for it too).
That's all for now. xx