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Chapter Five: True-ish Feelings Or Something Like That
After managing to avoid Snape, Kylie and Wes made their way into the Great Hall where they tried to find a seat.
Out of the crowd, they saw Ginny motioning to them. Mystified, they went over.
"You aren't going to give more of those quill thingys are you?" asked Kylie petrified
"No. . . I don't do that anymore. I have changed my ways. I am no longer addicted to the torture of innocent Muggles" Ginny said.
"You sound like a Death-Eater, Ginny!" said Harry.
"Who said I'm not?!" said Ginny crazily.
Harry gulped. "So you were the short one?"
"Dash it all! You aren't supposed to know but Voldie will be ever so pleased when I kill you and bring your lifeless body back to him! MWHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!" cackled Ginny evilly.
Harry screamed and bolted from the table. He was so white he looked like Dimitri with a scar.
"What the heck just happened?" he asked.
"Erm. . . you were sleeping and then you just bolted up from the table in a frenzied state," Ginny explained.
"I was sleeping?" Harry gasped.
Ginny, Wes and Kylie nodded.
"Oh. I thought you were a Death Eater, Ginny!" exclaimed Harry.
"What's a Death Eater?" asked Wes.
"A Death Eater?" said Ginny before she burst out laughing.
"It's not funny. You were going to kill me!" said Harry.
Ginny just laughed harder.
"What the heck is a Death Eater?!" yelled Wes impatiently.
Gasps were heard around the Great Hall.
"What?" asked Wes.
"Death Eaters work for You-Know-Who," explained Ginny in a whisper.
"No, we don't know who. Who is You-Know-Who??" asked Kylie.
"Oh. . . I don't want to say his name. It's. . . (whisper) Voldemort."
"VOLDEMORT??!" bellowed Kylie.
More gasps and someone at the Hufflepuff table fainted.
"What kind of a name is Voldemort?" asked Kylie.
"Why can't you all say his name? What's the big deal?" Wes asked.
"It's just not done. He is really evil and killed a whole bunch of people a few years back," Ginny said.
"Oh. . . sorry," Kylie said.
After that, there was an awkward silence, which fortunately was ended by Kylie looking at her watch and realizing that it was nearly 7.
"Wes, I gotta go. I'm supposed to meet Oliver at 7 for the flying lesson. Have fun doing whatever you will do. Don't get into anymore fights. Okay?" teased Kylie.
"Sure. Hey, don't do anything that I wouldn't do," Wes joked back.
"Great, I could do absolutely anything then!" Kylie called back.
As Kylie sped across the school back to the picture of the fat lady, she wondered if this would work out, between her and Oliver. It certainly seemed like he liked her, at least a little bit, she hoped. She was just afraid to screw it up. She knew that she hadn't felt this way about a guy since, well, ever.
At last she rounded the corner to the picture, gave the password, ran up to her bed, combed her hair and pulled it back into a ponytail. She jumped when she heard Oliver's voice call out her name.
"Coming!" she called down the stairs.
Oliver was waiting for her outside her dormitory and they quickly set off for the Quidditch pitch.
"I wanted to thank you for ummm. . . translating me and not getting mad," Kylie said nervously.
"No worries. I liked it. It was kinda like a test, see if I did pay attention to my grandma," Oliver replied.
"Oh. Well, thanks. I was pretty freaked out and I don't even know why I ran to your office. I guess it was because you helped me and Wes so much that I figured I should try it," Kylie said, blushing.
"Don't worry about it. Here we are."
"What is this game about?"
"First of all, it is called Quidditch and is a way of life for people here. At the World Cup, people bet a great deal on their team and it is a huge event."
"Okay."
"Now, Quidditch is easy enough to understand. There are three Chasers, two Beaters, one seeker and a keeper. This is the Quaffle. The Chasers maneuver the Quaffle down the field and try to get it into one of those three hoops. The Beaters fly around the field trying to hit the Bludgers towards the other teams. You might want to hold this."
"Okay. But what do I do? Hit it?"
"Yes. Here it comes." Whack! "Nice one!!!! Watch out."
The thing called the Bludger came pelting back at them. Oliver hurled himself onto the Bludger and got it back into the box. It was very nice to watch him wrestle with it. . . rather cute.
"Okay. The Keeper blocks the goals and the Seeker catches a really small fast ball called the Golden Snitch. When he catches it, the game is over. Understand?"
"I guess."
"Okay, now for the flying bit of this. Are you ready?"
"Definitely."
"Okay, lets try it this way first. Come over here and sit in front of me."
"Like this?"
"Yes, that's great. Now, I am going to kick off and we are going to go around the stadium once and then come back down. Okay?"
"Okay."
This was the most invigorating feeling Kylie had had in a long time. She felt great. The view was spectacular.
When they landed, Kylie looked so happy.
"Lets do it again!!!!" she said. "That was awesome!"
"We will but lets see first if you can do it by yourself. I can catch you if you fall. Don't worry," Oliver told her. "Stand beside the broom and say 'UP'"
To Kylie's surprise, it worked.
"Wow!"
"Excellent! Now, climb on and kick off."
She did and was surprised that this didn't seem too hard.
"Now what?" Kylie asked.
"Fly around me in a circle."
"Sure!"
They were down on the field till it was nearly too dark to see.
"That was so much fun! Thank you," Kylie exclaimed as she hugged Oliver.
To her surprise, he didn't push her off.
"I, umm, am glad you liked it," he said.
~*~NEXT DAY~*~
Kylie and Wes went into the Great Hall with the other students and talked about what they were going to do about Snape. It was obvious that he did not like them and they did not like him.
"We should like run out of the room every time he comes in or something," Wes said.
"Yeah or like don't eat or something." Kylie agreed.
"What did we do though? Other than disrupt his class, turn Oliver to our side, take his wand and play catch and be Muggles or whatever they call us."
"I can't imagine why. . . oh well, you can't be friends with everyone. Maybe we could find someone that he hates more than he hates us."
"Like that boy with the scar!"
"Yeah, but what could we do with him to get Snape not to hate us."
"I dunno."
"Anyway, are you gonna fly tonight, Wes? You don't have to. I know you don't like heights."
"Ha! I laugh at heights. But, I can't go, I am going to go see Dimitri."
"You still have your plan? Figures that you are stuck on the evilest kid in the world. Do you really think that if you spend time with Dimitri, Draco will like you more?"
"Yes!"
"Okay, okay. Well I am going to have fun flying. I hope."
Before they could finish their conversation, Hermione came over to them and sat down.
"That was pretty weird what happened in Potions yesterday. Are you two okay?" Hermione asked. "What the devil were you shouting?"
"A lot of rubbish. And I am bloody sick and tired of people asking why I said what I said!" Kylie responded rather angrily.
"Okay. . . sorry."
"So, you're the smartest girl in the school right?" asked Wes.
"Yeah, its fun to see Draco so angry about it because my parents are Muggles, like you," responded Hermione.
"If you are really smart, could you tell me all that you know about Draco?" asked Wes.
"Sure. Okay, he's evil at the core, his parents are Death Eaters but don't say anything about that, he has like every girl in the school with a crush on him but goes out with Pansy Parkinson, the girl with the pug face and is kinda smart," Hemione rattled off.
"Interesting. . . thanks" replied Wes.
All of a sudden, Ginny Weasley was standing behind them. Wes and Kylie turned to talk to her but before they could say anything, Ginny spoke up.
"Sit with me again. Let's talk about family!!! I have six older brothers. All of them have graduated except Ron. I always wanted to come here. It was really nice when I did. Harry saved my life in the first year. My mind was poisoned by You-Know-Who through a diary," rattled off Ginny.
"Is that so," said Kylie.
"Yeah."
"I have older brothers too," said Wes. "One of them is really my cousin. And the other one tried to teach me to fly off the garage. It didn't quite work. I got a scar like what's his name. . . Scar Boy!"
"Uh huh," said Ginny.
"Don't mind her," said Kylie. "She's insane."
"Am not!!" yelled Wes.
"Please, you're in love with Draco Malfoy. That counts as insane."
"Whatever. At least he likes me back," said Wes, sticking out her tongue.
"He does not," said Kylie indignantly.
"Actually," said Ginny, "I heard him talking to Crabbe and Goyle earlier. About Wes. It was. . . interesting what he said."
"What did he say?!" gasped Wes.
"Well, I don't know if I should tell you," said Ginny.
Wes grabbed Ginny's arms and shook her hard. "YOU TELL ME NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"LET GO OF ME!!!!!!!" screamed Ginny.
"NOT UNTIL YOU TELL ME!!!!!!!!"
"I REFUSE UNTIL YOU LET GO OF ME!!!!!!!!"
"Just shut up, both of you. You're acting like two year olds!" said Kylie going back to her potatoes.
"Oh look!" said Wes, letting go of Ginny. "There's Draco now. I can just go ask him!" She bounded off to the other side of the Great Hall as Kylie and Ginny shook their heads at her.
"DRACO!!!" screamed Wes as she grabbed him round the middle and squeezed.
"Argh! Muggle! Get off me!" Draco cried.
"Not until you tell me what you said about me!"
"What? I don't talk to my friends about you," said Draco nervously. "No."
"You're lying, Draco. My daddy was in the Police and I know how to tell when someone is bloody lying. Your voice did a funky roller coaster thingy. And you're breathing quite irregularly," stated Wes.
"That's only cause you have a tight hold round my middle."
"But you're really comfortable!"
"Come on, Wes. You're making me uncomfortable."
"So."
"So, get off me! Muggle!"
Wes let go of Draco and looked at him. "Your purple streak is fading," she said. "Maybe I should throw more potatoes at you!"
"NO!!!!"
"THEN TEACH ME QUADULITCH!!!"
"First of all, it's Quidditch," responded Draco, testily. "Secondly, stop yelling at me!"
"But you promised to teach me!" Wes pouted.
"No, I didn't!"
Draco started to walk away, but Wes called after him, "But when are you going to teach me how to play Qu. . . Qa. . . whatchumacallit??"
"When you get the name right!" he called back.
"Fine!" Wes paused. "Teach me to play QUIDDITCH!!!!!!!!"
"Er. . . fine," said Draco, sort of pleased Wes finally got the name right.
"Yay! Come on! Let's go!" And Wes dragged Draco from the Great Hall.
Across the hall, Oliver was entering and he came over to sit by Kylie.
"I thought you had to sit at the Staff Table," pointed out Kylie.
"I didn't feel like it," said Oliver, helping himself to some chicken.
"Ooo, someone likes someone else!" sing-songed Ginny.
Oliver blushed and grabbed the peas.
"Ginny! Shut up!" gasped Kylie, horrified.
"What? It's true isn't it? Come on, if you just would admit your feelings for each other, it would make this a whole lot easier," said Ginny.
Kylie and Oliver looked at each other, then quickly turned back to their food, each blushing furiously.
"Come on, now," said Ginny. "Oliver, you first."
"Er, no that's ok. And it's Mr. Wood, thanks."
"But Kylie gets to call you Oliver!" Ginny yelled.
"That's because I lo--- er. . ." said Oliver.
"Ok, now we're getting somewhere!" stated Ginny, proudly.
"Did you almost say that you love me?" gasped Kylie.
"Er. . . did I? I can't really remember."
"I think I'm going to throw up my chicken!" said Kylie as she rushed from the Great Hall.
"Well, go after her," said Ginny, bluntly.
"Right," said Oliver as he dashed after Kylie.
Meanwhile, Kylie had run a few corridors by now and she stopped and slid down the wall, hyperventilating.
"I can't do this. Oliver might really like me!"
Just then, Wes came into view with Draco beside her.
"Kylie!" said Wes. "What are you doing on the floor?"
"Wes! Draco! I'm. . . er. . ." she noticed that Wes and Draco were holding hands. "Are you holding hands?"
"No!" shouted Draco as he tried to get out of Wes's grasp. However, Wes only held his hand tighter before sticking it in her pocket.
"What is this?!" gasped Draco.
"Stop feeling me up, Draco!" yelped Wes.
"I was doing no such thing! I just wondered what this," he pulled something out of her pocket, "is."
"My Tic-Tacs!" screamed Wes. "You found them! Oh Draco, I'm eternally at your debt!" she said hugging him.
"Er, right," Draco said, dragging Wes off him.
"Let's play Quidditch!" said Wes.
"Actually, I don't feel up to it as much anymore. How about tomorrow?"
"Ok!"
Draco started to walk off.
"Where are you going?" Wes called after him.
"To the Slytherin Common Room!"
"OOO, I'll join you! Bye Kylie!" she yelled over her shoulder, as Draco groaned.
"Sure just leave me to have a panic attack all by myself!"
"Oh, did I cause that?" asked Oliver, appearing at her side.
"Oh, crap," said Kylie.
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Wes was happily following Draco after his Transfiguration class the next day, annoying the hell out of him (as usual).
Today was one of those usual days, although not quite so as Dimitri (who usually followed Wes everywhere) was nowhere to be found. Anyway, Wes was bugging Draco about him liking her and about how he knows he does, but just won't admit it because he's scared of commitment.
"But, you know, there's always Dimitri. He'll commit to me, if I ask him to," Wes was saying to Draco's back as he walked down a corridor.
"Why would you want to have Dimitri commit to you?" Draco asked, genuinely concerned. It wasn't like he liked Wes. Oh no, quite the opposite really. Although he didn't really hate the girl, come to think of it. Anyway, he was just. . . concerned for Wes' well being, and according to Draco, Dimitri was one of those bad kids you didn't want anyone to hang around with. In fact, one might go as far as to say Draco's concern was one a parent would have for a child. He was naturally wary of Dimitri. He just didn't seem normal. Never mind the whole thing about him never coming out in the sun. And it wasn't commonplace to be that pale. Even Draco wasn't THAT pale.
Wes was talking now, defending Dimitri, sparking Draco's anger. "Dimitri genuinely cares about me, Draco. In fact, I have reason to believe he loves me. And guess what, we have a date tonight!"
"You have a date with Dimitri??"
"No silly! WE have a date!! Remember, Dumbledore said you were to teach me to fly on a broom tonight? And you promised."
Draco, naturally, had forgotten. Things to do with Wes he automatically blocked from his mind. "Oh, I suppose we do. But it's not a date. If I ever hear you say it's a date ever again, I will seriously hurt you."
"Aw, Draco," said Wes, giving him a "cute" look. "You know you would never hurt me! You love me too much."
Amazing, really, how that girl could switch moods so quickly.
"I don't love you, Wes," Draco retorted, clearly angry. "For the last time, I am a Malfoy. We don't fall for Muggles. It would disgrace the family name."
"You talk about your family name too much," said Wes. "I have a name too, you know. It's long. 'Cause, you know, Wes Taylor isn't my FULL name. Neither is Wesleigh Taylor. Do you want to hear my FULL name??"
"Why not, I've got nothing better to do," sighed Draco. He figured this wouldn't take too long; anything to get Wes to leave him alone.
Boy was he wrong. And unprepared. Totally unprepared.
Wes cleared her throat and began, "My FULL name is: Wesleigh Ann Marie Margaret Natalia Victoria Ramona Abigail Rachel Rebecca Wynonna Yvonne Claire Nicole Sarah Lynn Ashley Gwendolyn Sally Beatrice Lauren Amanda Samantha Katherine Stephanie Susan Alicia Jill Angela Hannah Tina Megan Reese Renee Grace Mary Delia Desdemona Virginia Taylor."
Draco stared at her, his mouth open in shock. "My god, that's your name?!"
Wes proudly smiled. "Yep."
"That took you about five minutes to say!"
"Forty seconds, actually."
"Still."
"Ahem."
Wes and Draco turned around to find Ron Weasley leaning on a wall nearby.
"Sorry," he said. "Couldn't help overhearing your name there, Wes."
Draco rolled his eyes, which Wes saw and slapped him for.
"Anyway, I was wondering. . . is your dad an accountant, by any chance?" asked Ron.
"Erm. . . yes, actually he is. How did you know that??" Wes asked, a bit startled.
"You have the family name of Virginia. My sister's got it, only it's her first name. Mum's got it too, only it's her. . . let's see. . . sixth name, I think."
"Erm. . . sorry, but what's that mean?"
"Wes!! We're related!"
Wes stumbled and ran into Draco, who surprisingly caught her. "I'm. . . what?!"
"Related to me! Your dad is my mum's distant Muggle cousin!"
"But. . . I just. . . how?" stammered Wes.
"I looked through the family tree and noticed your name. A bit scary that was."
"Oh dear lord," said Draco. "Your life just keeps getting worse for you. First a Muggle, now related to the Weasley's. There's no way in hell that I would fall for you now, Wes."
"Damn!" screamed Wes.
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Chapter Five: True-ish Feelings Or Something Like That
After managing to avoid Snape, Kylie and Wes made their way into the Great Hall where they tried to find a seat.
Out of the crowd, they saw Ginny motioning to them. Mystified, they went over.
"You aren't going to give more of those quill thingys are you?" asked Kylie petrified
"No. . . I don't do that anymore. I have changed my ways. I am no longer addicted to the torture of innocent Muggles" Ginny said.
"You sound like a Death-Eater, Ginny!" said Harry.
"Who said I'm not?!" said Ginny crazily.
Harry gulped. "So you were the short one?"
"Dash it all! You aren't supposed to know but Voldie will be ever so pleased when I kill you and bring your lifeless body back to him! MWHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!" cackled Ginny evilly.
Harry screamed and bolted from the table. He was so white he looked like Dimitri with a scar.
"What the heck just happened?" he asked.
"Erm. . . you were sleeping and then you just bolted up from the table in a frenzied state," Ginny explained.
"I was sleeping?" Harry gasped.
Ginny, Wes and Kylie nodded.
"Oh. I thought you were a Death Eater, Ginny!" exclaimed Harry.
"What's a Death Eater?" asked Wes.
"A Death Eater?" said Ginny before she burst out laughing.
"It's not funny. You were going to kill me!" said Harry.
Ginny just laughed harder.
"What the heck is a Death Eater?!" yelled Wes impatiently.
Gasps were heard around the Great Hall.
"What?" asked Wes.
"Death Eaters work for You-Know-Who," explained Ginny in a whisper.
"No, we don't know who. Who is You-Know-Who??" asked Kylie.
"Oh. . . I don't want to say his name. It's. . . (whisper) Voldemort."
"VOLDEMORT??!" bellowed Kylie.
More gasps and someone at the Hufflepuff table fainted.
"What kind of a name is Voldemort?" asked Kylie.
"Why can't you all say his name? What's the big deal?" Wes asked.
"It's just not done. He is really evil and killed a whole bunch of people a few years back," Ginny said.
"Oh. . . sorry," Kylie said.
After that, there was an awkward silence, which fortunately was ended by Kylie looking at her watch and realizing that it was nearly 7.
"Wes, I gotta go. I'm supposed to meet Oliver at 7 for the flying lesson. Have fun doing whatever you will do. Don't get into anymore fights. Okay?" teased Kylie.
"Sure. Hey, don't do anything that I wouldn't do," Wes joked back.
"Great, I could do absolutely anything then!" Kylie called back.
As Kylie sped across the school back to the picture of the fat lady, she wondered if this would work out, between her and Oliver. It certainly seemed like he liked her, at least a little bit, she hoped. She was just afraid to screw it up. She knew that she hadn't felt this way about a guy since, well, ever.
At last she rounded the corner to the picture, gave the password, ran up to her bed, combed her hair and pulled it back into a ponytail. She jumped when she heard Oliver's voice call out her name.
"Coming!" she called down the stairs.
Oliver was waiting for her outside her dormitory and they quickly set off for the Quidditch pitch.
"I wanted to thank you for ummm. . . translating me and not getting mad," Kylie said nervously.
"No worries. I liked it. It was kinda like a test, see if I did pay attention to my grandma," Oliver replied.
"Oh. Well, thanks. I was pretty freaked out and I don't even know why I ran to your office. I guess it was because you helped me and Wes so much that I figured I should try it," Kylie said, blushing.
"Don't worry about it. Here we are."
"What is this game about?"
"First of all, it is called Quidditch and is a way of life for people here. At the World Cup, people bet a great deal on their team and it is a huge event."
"Okay."
"Now, Quidditch is easy enough to understand. There are three Chasers, two Beaters, one seeker and a keeper. This is the Quaffle. The Chasers maneuver the Quaffle down the field and try to get it into one of those three hoops. The Beaters fly around the field trying to hit the Bludgers towards the other teams. You might want to hold this."
"Okay. But what do I do? Hit it?"
"Yes. Here it comes." Whack! "Nice one!!!! Watch out."
The thing called the Bludger came pelting back at them. Oliver hurled himself onto the Bludger and got it back into the box. It was very nice to watch him wrestle with it. . . rather cute.
"Okay. The Keeper blocks the goals and the Seeker catches a really small fast ball called the Golden Snitch. When he catches it, the game is over. Understand?"
"I guess."
"Okay, now for the flying bit of this. Are you ready?"
"Definitely."
"Okay, lets try it this way first. Come over here and sit in front of me."
"Like this?"
"Yes, that's great. Now, I am going to kick off and we are going to go around the stadium once and then come back down. Okay?"
"Okay."
This was the most invigorating feeling Kylie had had in a long time. She felt great. The view was spectacular.
When they landed, Kylie looked so happy.
"Lets do it again!!!!" she said. "That was awesome!"
"We will but lets see first if you can do it by yourself. I can catch you if you fall. Don't worry," Oliver told her. "Stand beside the broom and say 'UP'"
To Kylie's surprise, it worked.
"Wow!"
"Excellent! Now, climb on and kick off."
She did and was surprised that this didn't seem too hard.
"Now what?" Kylie asked.
"Fly around me in a circle."
"Sure!"
They were down on the field till it was nearly too dark to see.
"That was so much fun! Thank you," Kylie exclaimed as she hugged Oliver.
To her surprise, he didn't push her off.
"I, umm, am glad you liked it," he said.
~*~NEXT DAY~*~
Kylie and Wes went into the Great Hall with the other students and talked about what they were going to do about Snape. It was obvious that he did not like them and they did not like him.
"We should like run out of the room every time he comes in or something," Wes said.
"Yeah or like don't eat or something." Kylie agreed.
"What did we do though? Other than disrupt his class, turn Oliver to our side, take his wand and play catch and be Muggles or whatever they call us."
"I can't imagine why. . . oh well, you can't be friends with everyone. Maybe we could find someone that he hates more than he hates us."
"Like that boy with the scar!"
"Yeah, but what could we do with him to get Snape not to hate us."
"I dunno."
"Anyway, are you gonna fly tonight, Wes? You don't have to. I know you don't like heights."
"Ha! I laugh at heights. But, I can't go, I am going to go see Dimitri."
"You still have your plan? Figures that you are stuck on the evilest kid in the world. Do you really think that if you spend time with Dimitri, Draco will like you more?"
"Yes!"
"Okay, okay. Well I am going to have fun flying. I hope."
Before they could finish their conversation, Hermione came over to them and sat down.
"That was pretty weird what happened in Potions yesterday. Are you two okay?" Hermione asked. "What the devil were you shouting?"
"A lot of rubbish. And I am bloody sick and tired of people asking why I said what I said!" Kylie responded rather angrily.
"Okay. . . sorry."
"So, you're the smartest girl in the school right?" asked Wes.
"Yeah, its fun to see Draco so angry about it because my parents are Muggles, like you," responded Hermione.
"If you are really smart, could you tell me all that you know about Draco?" asked Wes.
"Sure. Okay, he's evil at the core, his parents are Death Eaters but don't say anything about that, he has like every girl in the school with a crush on him but goes out with Pansy Parkinson, the girl with the pug face and is kinda smart," Hemione rattled off.
"Interesting. . . thanks" replied Wes.
All of a sudden, Ginny Weasley was standing behind them. Wes and Kylie turned to talk to her but before they could say anything, Ginny spoke up.
"Sit with me again. Let's talk about family!!! I have six older brothers. All of them have graduated except Ron. I always wanted to come here. It was really nice when I did. Harry saved my life in the first year. My mind was poisoned by You-Know-Who through a diary," rattled off Ginny.
"Is that so," said Kylie.
"Yeah."
"I have older brothers too," said Wes. "One of them is really my cousin. And the other one tried to teach me to fly off the garage. It didn't quite work. I got a scar like what's his name. . . Scar Boy!"
"Uh huh," said Ginny.
"Don't mind her," said Kylie. "She's insane."
"Am not!!" yelled Wes.
"Please, you're in love with Draco Malfoy. That counts as insane."
"Whatever. At least he likes me back," said Wes, sticking out her tongue.
"He does not," said Kylie indignantly.
"Actually," said Ginny, "I heard him talking to Crabbe and Goyle earlier. About Wes. It was. . . interesting what he said."
"What did he say?!" gasped Wes.
"Well, I don't know if I should tell you," said Ginny.
Wes grabbed Ginny's arms and shook her hard. "YOU TELL ME NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"LET GO OF ME!!!!!!!" screamed Ginny.
"NOT UNTIL YOU TELL ME!!!!!!!!"
"I REFUSE UNTIL YOU LET GO OF ME!!!!!!!!"
"Just shut up, both of you. You're acting like two year olds!" said Kylie going back to her potatoes.
"Oh look!" said Wes, letting go of Ginny. "There's Draco now. I can just go ask him!" She bounded off to the other side of the Great Hall as Kylie and Ginny shook their heads at her.
"DRACO!!!" screamed Wes as she grabbed him round the middle and squeezed.
"Argh! Muggle! Get off me!" Draco cried.
"Not until you tell me what you said about me!"
"What? I don't talk to my friends about you," said Draco nervously. "No."
"You're lying, Draco. My daddy was in the Police and I know how to tell when someone is bloody lying. Your voice did a funky roller coaster thingy. And you're breathing quite irregularly," stated Wes.
"That's only cause you have a tight hold round my middle."
"But you're really comfortable!"
"Come on, Wes. You're making me uncomfortable."
"So."
"So, get off me! Muggle!"
Wes let go of Draco and looked at him. "Your purple streak is fading," she said. "Maybe I should throw more potatoes at you!"
"NO!!!!"
"THEN TEACH ME QUADULITCH!!!"
"First of all, it's Quidditch," responded Draco, testily. "Secondly, stop yelling at me!"
"But you promised to teach me!" Wes pouted.
"No, I didn't!"
Draco started to walk away, but Wes called after him, "But when are you going to teach me how to play Qu. . . Qa. . . whatchumacallit??"
"When you get the name right!" he called back.
"Fine!" Wes paused. "Teach me to play QUIDDITCH!!!!!!!!"
"Er. . . fine," said Draco, sort of pleased Wes finally got the name right.
"Yay! Come on! Let's go!" And Wes dragged Draco from the Great Hall.
Across the hall, Oliver was entering and he came over to sit by Kylie.
"I thought you had to sit at the Staff Table," pointed out Kylie.
"I didn't feel like it," said Oliver, helping himself to some chicken.
"Ooo, someone likes someone else!" sing-songed Ginny.
Oliver blushed and grabbed the peas.
"Ginny! Shut up!" gasped Kylie, horrified.
"What? It's true isn't it? Come on, if you just would admit your feelings for each other, it would make this a whole lot easier," said Ginny.
Kylie and Oliver looked at each other, then quickly turned back to their food, each blushing furiously.
"Come on, now," said Ginny. "Oliver, you first."
"Er, no that's ok. And it's Mr. Wood, thanks."
"But Kylie gets to call you Oliver!" Ginny yelled.
"That's because I lo--- er. . ." said Oliver.
"Ok, now we're getting somewhere!" stated Ginny, proudly.
"Did you almost say that you love me?" gasped Kylie.
"Er. . . did I? I can't really remember."
"I think I'm going to throw up my chicken!" said Kylie as she rushed from the Great Hall.
"Well, go after her," said Ginny, bluntly.
"Right," said Oliver as he dashed after Kylie.
Meanwhile, Kylie had run a few corridors by now and she stopped and slid down the wall, hyperventilating.
"I can't do this. Oliver might really like me!"
Just then, Wes came into view with Draco beside her.
"Kylie!" said Wes. "What are you doing on the floor?"
"Wes! Draco! I'm. . . er. . ." she noticed that Wes and Draco were holding hands. "Are you holding hands?"
"No!" shouted Draco as he tried to get out of Wes's grasp. However, Wes only held his hand tighter before sticking it in her pocket.
"What is this?!" gasped Draco.
"Stop feeling me up, Draco!" yelped Wes.
"I was doing no such thing! I just wondered what this," he pulled something out of her pocket, "is."
"My Tic-Tacs!" screamed Wes. "You found them! Oh Draco, I'm eternally at your debt!" she said hugging him.
"Er, right," Draco said, dragging Wes off him.
"Let's play Quidditch!" said Wes.
"Actually, I don't feel up to it as much anymore. How about tomorrow?"
"Ok!"
Draco started to walk off.
"Where are you going?" Wes called after him.
"To the Slytherin Common Room!"
"OOO, I'll join you! Bye Kylie!" she yelled over her shoulder, as Draco groaned.
"Sure just leave me to have a panic attack all by myself!"
"Oh, did I cause that?" asked Oliver, appearing at her side.
"Oh, crap," said Kylie.
~*~
Wes was happily following Draco after his Transfiguration class the next day, annoying the hell out of him (as usual).
Today was one of those usual days, although not quite so as Dimitri (who usually followed Wes everywhere) was nowhere to be found. Anyway, Wes was bugging Draco about him liking her and about how he knows he does, but just won't admit it because he's scared of commitment.
"But, you know, there's always Dimitri. He'll commit to me, if I ask him to," Wes was saying to Draco's back as he walked down a corridor.
"Why would you want to have Dimitri commit to you?" Draco asked, genuinely concerned. It wasn't like he liked Wes. Oh no, quite the opposite really. Although he didn't really hate the girl, come to think of it. Anyway, he was just. . . concerned for Wes' well being, and according to Draco, Dimitri was one of those bad kids you didn't want anyone to hang around with. In fact, one might go as far as to say Draco's concern was one a parent would have for a child. He was naturally wary of Dimitri. He just didn't seem normal. Never mind the whole thing about him never coming out in the sun. And it wasn't commonplace to be that pale. Even Draco wasn't THAT pale.
Wes was talking now, defending Dimitri, sparking Draco's anger. "Dimitri genuinely cares about me, Draco. In fact, I have reason to believe he loves me. And guess what, we have a date tonight!"
"You have a date with Dimitri??"
"No silly! WE have a date!! Remember, Dumbledore said you were to teach me to fly on a broom tonight? And you promised."
Draco, naturally, had forgotten. Things to do with Wes he automatically blocked from his mind. "Oh, I suppose we do. But it's not a date. If I ever hear you say it's a date ever again, I will seriously hurt you."
"Aw, Draco," said Wes, giving him a "cute" look. "You know you would never hurt me! You love me too much."
Amazing, really, how that girl could switch moods so quickly.
"I don't love you, Wes," Draco retorted, clearly angry. "For the last time, I am a Malfoy. We don't fall for Muggles. It would disgrace the family name."
"You talk about your family name too much," said Wes. "I have a name too, you know. It's long. 'Cause, you know, Wes Taylor isn't my FULL name. Neither is Wesleigh Taylor. Do you want to hear my FULL name??"
"Why not, I've got nothing better to do," sighed Draco. He figured this wouldn't take too long; anything to get Wes to leave him alone.
Boy was he wrong. And unprepared. Totally unprepared.
Wes cleared her throat and began, "My FULL name is: Wesleigh Ann Marie Margaret Natalia Victoria Ramona Abigail Rachel Rebecca Wynonna Yvonne Claire Nicole Sarah Lynn Ashley Gwendolyn Sally Beatrice Lauren Amanda Samantha Katherine Stephanie Susan Alicia Jill Angela Hannah Tina Megan Reese Renee Grace Mary Delia Desdemona Virginia Taylor."
Draco stared at her, his mouth open in shock. "My god, that's your name?!"
Wes proudly smiled. "Yep."
"That took you about five minutes to say!"
"Forty seconds, actually."
"Still."
"Ahem."
Wes and Draco turned around to find Ron Weasley leaning on a wall nearby.
"Sorry," he said. "Couldn't help overhearing your name there, Wes."
Draco rolled his eyes, which Wes saw and slapped him for.
"Anyway, I was wondering. . . is your dad an accountant, by any chance?" asked Ron.
"Erm. . . yes, actually he is. How did you know that??" Wes asked, a bit startled.
"You have the family name of Virginia. My sister's got it, only it's her first name. Mum's got it too, only it's her. . . let's see. . . sixth name, I think."
"Erm. . . sorry, but what's that mean?"
"Wes!! We're related!"
Wes stumbled and ran into Draco, who surprisingly caught her. "I'm. . . what?!"
"Related to me! Your dad is my mum's distant Muggle cousin!"
"But. . . I just. . . how?" stammered Wes.
"I looked through the family tree and noticed your name. A bit scary that was."
"Oh dear lord," said Draco. "Your life just keeps getting worse for you. First a Muggle, now related to the Weasley's. There's no way in hell that I would fall for you now, Wes."
"Damn!" screamed Wes.
~*~
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