Silver: Now you see a more kinder, gentler, cuddlier side of the black
hearted bitch from hell, Rachael.
Julian: I am a robot, I have been programmed to say that Aimie and Rachael are not Evil bitches.
Silver: Thanks for that. MORE REVIEWS PLEASE?!?!?!?!?!? I actually use the ideas in them.
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Rachael joined Nic at the lunch table two weeks from their first day of classes. Nic had learned the name of the lovely blonde Slytherin, Draco Malfoy. It was unusual for the two of them to even speak to each other at meals. Nic was always sitting around Fred, George and Ron would follow Nic. She thought he was like some sick puppy dog looking for it's mother. Well the truth was close to that right? Rachael took the seat right next to Nic, Ron sat across from her and Harry sat across from Rachael. Rachael turned to Nic and tried her damned best to initiate a conversation, but all she could get for a reply was: "yep" or "uh huh". Rachael took a folded piece of parchment out of her robes and handed it to Nic, who decided to read it later. She stood up and went back to the common room, Ron followed. Once in the common room she turned sharply to see Ron still behind her.
"Why-are-you-following-me-everywhere?!" she said very slowly, trying not to loose her temper. Ron took a few steps back, not wanting to be in the line of fire in case she exploded.
"I, uh, had to, um, get my homework! I left it in here and, uh, forgot to get it!" he said with excitement, too much excitement.
"Liar" Nic said calmly, sitting in one of the maroon colored chairs by the fire. "You had better tell me, or I'll sick Hermione on you" They both started laughing, it was an inside joke ever since Hermione had let her secret slip.
"I just, well hey we're friends right? I'm allowed to follow you in order to ensure your safety!" Nic looked at him from top to bottom, she was going to say something, then thought better of it.
"That's thoughtful of you" she said, as hard as she tried her lips couldn't form the words 'thank you'. Ron didn't mind. He blushed when she spoke to him.
'Oh god did she believe me?!?!?!?!' he thought 'DAMN IM A GOOD LIAR!' Of course Nic had seen right through him, anyone would have. He had been stuttering the whole time and couldn't seem to make eye contact with her. But there were other reasons for that ;-) Ron sat down next to her and watched the ashes from the fire sit lifelessly on the once lively black log. They started talking, and eventually the conversation came to Rachael and Harry. Nic smiled an unnoticeable smile and thought quietly to herself about the two.
"What are you thinking about?" Ron asked
"Rachael and Harry" she replied, trying not to think too hard. "Rachael and I used to be best friends, but lately or more to the point since we've been in Hogwarts, we've grown so far apart."
"Whoa!" Ron yelled so loudly it made Nic jump "You and Rachael we're friends?!?!" Nic smiled and with pain in her eyes looked down onto the blackened log.
"Yes, almost 9 years." She said softly "But I don't think things will ever be the way they were. There's too much space, too much missing. God I miss her." Nic buried her head in her hands, Ron put his hand on her back. At first she didn't know how to react to the taller boy's forwardness. Was it even forwardness? Wasn't he just comforting a friend who was going through a rough time? He drew her up and pulled her into a hug.
"What are you doing?" she asked him, her head still pushed up against his chest
"Comforting my friend because she is hurt"
She looked up and glared at him.
"Your not crying!" he said, completely baffled by her lack of tears. "Your eyes aren't even puffy or swollen or watery!"
"This is as close I have ever come to tears, If you ever cared to ask," Nic began "You would know that I can't cry, tears ducts don't work or some shit.."
"That's not a normal question" he said "Hello, how are you? What's new? Can you cry?" Nic laughed at his feeble attempt to cheer her up. It worked. He still hadn't released her from his arms yet. He looked down at her, she had orange red hair, not as bright as his but close. Her eyes were the color one would see on a clear day on the ocean, and her skin was pale from sitting inside all day. He leaned down in an attempt to kiss her, she pushed him away and smacked him.
"What the fuck was that?!" she asked, her temper blazing "What the hell happened to comforting your friends?!" He took a step back in defense then smiled, he decided to be straight forward since he knew, or rather, thought that Nic liked him too.
"Your cute when your mad" he said like a drunken sailor might say. Nic looked at him in total and complete disbelief. She brushed some bangs out of her face.
"Have you completely lost your mind?" she asked, he just smiled wider. She looked at him with horror as he started to cross the room, she stood her ground. He got one foot away from her when suddenly, SMACK! His head bolted the other way as Nic's pale white hand came in contact with his freckled face.
"Thanks, I needed that" He said looking back toward her.
"Anytime" she said, putting one hand on his shoulder. It was at that precise moment when the rest of the Gryffindors came hustling in from lunch. Fred and George were of course the first to see them. They bursted out in a chorus of 'Ron and Nic sittin' in a tree'. Nic ran up the stairs, no longer sure how to handle this. Ron stepped up to them.
"Stop it Jackasses!" he yelled at them. Nic stopped dead on the middle of the stairs and turned around. Ron was, for the first time in his life, standing up to his brothers. Was it for her? Or for himself? She couldn't tell. They started pinching his cheeks and cooing at him about what an adorable baby he made. Nic's temper flared up again, this time it's target was Fred and George. She walked calmly down the stairs and over to them. They stopped messing with Ron and looked at her, she seemed calm enough so they decided to risk it and tease her. Nic grabbed both of them by the collar of their robes and smashed their heads together. Everyone who had been watching backed away, Nic calmly turned to Ron and kissed him on the cheek before running up to her bed and staying there for the rest of the day. Rachael had been one of the people in the large crowd. She and Harry made their way over to Ron. Ron looked like he was floating on air. Rachael wondered if Nic knew about his love, or her lie, or just did it out of her own feelings. She walked up the stairs to their room. Nic's bed curtains were pulled.
"Going to bed so soon are we?" she asked the bed
"Nope" came the answer "I'm just hiding from people like you who tend to only talk to others when there is dirt to dish." Rachael made a hurt face
"I just thought you should know that your little display of affection made Ron the happiest person in the world."
"Good for him" Nic pulled the curtains back, she was only wearing her muggle clothes. "Now please leave, I thought we weren't talking" Rachael made one of her 'go-to-hell-bitch' faces and continued to press on with the conversation.
"Harry and I are doing quite well" she said smugly
"That's great" I said blandly "But I didn't ask how you guys were doing. Normally a question must be asked before it is answered" Rachael made a disgusted face before letting out a deep sigh and walking away. AS she walked down the stairs to see Ron, Hermione was going up. She too shared the room with Nic and herself.
'Hmmm' she thought rather amused 'This could be trouble' Rachaelk wondered quickly about how much Hermione had seen, then decided it didn't matter. They reached the top floor and opened he door. Hermione whipped out her wand.
"Totalious Destructicus!" she screamed, her wand pointing right at Nic's bed, the curtains were still drawn. The bed erupted into silent flames, then simmered quickly. The only things left were ashes and some charred remains of what once were clothes. Rachael had not expected this, for the first time right then and there she lost it. She looked at Hermione with such rage as to make a rhino look like a baby.
"You Bitch" she said calmly "Ron doesn't even like you! You think he'll like you know?!" Hermione had had her back to her the whole time, when she spoke she turned sharply and glared. Rachael pulled out her wand now too.
"You need your wand to take me down?" Rachael asked calmly still
"Not a chance" They threw their wands down and lunged at each other, all bets were off and they were both pissed. Rachael grabbed her hair and pulled, hard. A little blood trickled down her face. Hermione bashed her in the nose. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened. Nic walked out with a toothbrush half in her mouth, one hand on her hip and the other on the doorknob.
"Nic?" Rachael asked with disbelief. Nic looked over too her bed
"AH! MY BED! WHAT DID YOU DO?!" she yelled accusingly at Rachael, who still had Hermione's dirty hair in her hands. "LET GO OF HERMIONE!" Rachael let go, not able to find her voice. She felt hurt, and somehow betrayed by Nic. This was her first taste of real pain, what friends can really do to you. She turned around and ran out of the room, down the stairs and right smack into Harry. They both fell to the floor.
"Are you ok?" He asked with obvious concern. She couldn't stand his kindness; she fell to a crying heap on the floor. He lifted her head to meet his, tears were streaming down her face but for some reason she wasn't sad anymore. She wrapped her arms around his torso, wanting to feel his warmth and happiness. He held her for over five minutes before questioning what happened. She told him everything, all about the fight and how betrayed she had felt. And about how dumb she had been to just run out of the room instead of explaining things.
Julian: I am a robot, I have been programmed to say that Aimie and Rachael are not Evil bitches.
Silver: Thanks for that. MORE REVIEWS PLEASE?!?!?!?!?!? I actually use the ideas in them.
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Rachael joined Nic at the lunch table two weeks from their first day of classes. Nic had learned the name of the lovely blonde Slytherin, Draco Malfoy. It was unusual for the two of them to even speak to each other at meals. Nic was always sitting around Fred, George and Ron would follow Nic. She thought he was like some sick puppy dog looking for it's mother. Well the truth was close to that right? Rachael took the seat right next to Nic, Ron sat across from her and Harry sat across from Rachael. Rachael turned to Nic and tried her damned best to initiate a conversation, but all she could get for a reply was: "yep" or "uh huh". Rachael took a folded piece of parchment out of her robes and handed it to Nic, who decided to read it later. She stood up and went back to the common room, Ron followed. Once in the common room she turned sharply to see Ron still behind her.
"Why-are-you-following-me-everywhere?!" she said very slowly, trying not to loose her temper. Ron took a few steps back, not wanting to be in the line of fire in case she exploded.
"I, uh, had to, um, get my homework! I left it in here and, uh, forgot to get it!" he said with excitement, too much excitement.
"Liar" Nic said calmly, sitting in one of the maroon colored chairs by the fire. "You had better tell me, or I'll sick Hermione on you" They both started laughing, it was an inside joke ever since Hermione had let her secret slip.
"I just, well hey we're friends right? I'm allowed to follow you in order to ensure your safety!" Nic looked at him from top to bottom, she was going to say something, then thought better of it.
"That's thoughtful of you" she said, as hard as she tried her lips couldn't form the words 'thank you'. Ron didn't mind. He blushed when she spoke to him.
'Oh god did she believe me?!?!?!?!' he thought 'DAMN IM A GOOD LIAR!' Of course Nic had seen right through him, anyone would have. He had been stuttering the whole time and couldn't seem to make eye contact with her. But there were other reasons for that ;-) Ron sat down next to her and watched the ashes from the fire sit lifelessly on the once lively black log. They started talking, and eventually the conversation came to Rachael and Harry. Nic smiled an unnoticeable smile and thought quietly to herself about the two.
"What are you thinking about?" Ron asked
"Rachael and Harry" she replied, trying not to think too hard. "Rachael and I used to be best friends, but lately or more to the point since we've been in Hogwarts, we've grown so far apart."
"Whoa!" Ron yelled so loudly it made Nic jump "You and Rachael we're friends?!?!" Nic smiled and with pain in her eyes looked down onto the blackened log.
"Yes, almost 9 years." She said softly "But I don't think things will ever be the way they were. There's too much space, too much missing. God I miss her." Nic buried her head in her hands, Ron put his hand on her back. At first she didn't know how to react to the taller boy's forwardness. Was it even forwardness? Wasn't he just comforting a friend who was going through a rough time? He drew her up and pulled her into a hug.
"What are you doing?" she asked him, her head still pushed up against his chest
"Comforting my friend because she is hurt"
She looked up and glared at him.
"Your not crying!" he said, completely baffled by her lack of tears. "Your eyes aren't even puffy or swollen or watery!"
"This is as close I have ever come to tears, If you ever cared to ask," Nic began "You would know that I can't cry, tears ducts don't work or some shit.."
"That's not a normal question" he said "Hello, how are you? What's new? Can you cry?" Nic laughed at his feeble attempt to cheer her up. It worked. He still hadn't released her from his arms yet. He looked down at her, she had orange red hair, not as bright as his but close. Her eyes were the color one would see on a clear day on the ocean, and her skin was pale from sitting inside all day. He leaned down in an attempt to kiss her, she pushed him away and smacked him.
"What the fuck was that?!" she asked, her temper blazing "What the hell happened to comforting your friends?!" He took a step back in defense then smiled, he decided to be straight forward since he knew, or rather, thought that Nic liked him too.
"Your cute when your mad" he said like a drunken sailor might say. Nic looked at him in total and complete disbelief. She brushed some bangs out of her face.
"Have you completely lost your mind?" she asked, he just smiled wider. She looked at him with horror as he started to cross the room, she stood her ground. He got one foot away from her when suddenly, SMACK! His head bolted the other way as Nic's pale white hand came in contact with his freckled face.
"Thanks, I needed that" He said looking back toward her.
"Anytime" she said, putting one hand on his shoulder. It was at that precise moment when the rest of the Gryffindors came hustling in from lunch. Fred and George were of course the first to see them. They bursted out in a chorus of 'Ron and Nic sittin' in a tree'. Nic ran up the stairs, no longer sure how to handle this. Ron stepped up to them.
"Stop it Jackasses!" he yelled at them. Nic stopped dead on the middle of the stairs and turned around. Ron was, for the first time in his life, standing up to his brothers. Was it for her? Or for himself? She couldn't tell. They started pinching his cheeks and cooing at him about what an adorable baby he made. Nic's temper flared up again, this time it's target was Fred and George. She walked calmly down the stairs and over to them. They stopped messing with Ron and looked at her, she seemed calm enough so they decided to risk it and tease her. Nic grabbed both of them by the collar of their robes and smashed their heads together. Everyone who had been watching backed away, Nic calmly turned to Ron and kissed him on the cheek before running up to her bed and staying there for the rest of the day. Rachael had been one of the people in the large crowd. She and Harry made their way over to Ron. Ron looked like he was floating on air. Rachael wondered if Nic knew about his love, or her lie, or just did it out of her own feelings. She walked up the stairs to their room. Nic's bed curtains were pulled.
"Going to bed so soon are we?" she asked the bed
"Nope" came the answer "I'm just hiding from people like you who tend to only talk to others when there is dirt to dish." Rachael made a hurt face
"I just thought you should know that your little display of affection made Ron the happiest person in the world."
"Good for him" Nic pulled the curtains back, she was only wearing her muggle clothes. "Now please leave, I thought we weren't talking" Rachael made one of her 'go-to-hell-bitch' faces and continued to press on with the conversation.
"Harry and I are doing quite well" she said smugly
"That's great" I said blandly "But I didn't ask how you guys were doing. Normally a question must be asked before it is answered" Rachael made a disgusted face before letting out a deep sigh and walking away. AS she walked down the stairs to see Ron, Hermione was going up. She too shared the room with Nic and herself.
'Hmmm' she thought rather amused 'This could be trouble' Rachaelk wondered quickly about how much Hermione had seen, then decided it didn't matter. They reached the top floor and opened he door. Hermione whipped out her wand.
"Totalious Destructicus!" she screamed, her wand pointing right at Nic's bed, the curtains were still drawn. The bed erupted into silent flames, then simmered quickly. The only things left were ashes and some charred remains of what once were clothes. Rachael had not expected this, for the first time right then and there she lost it. She looked at Hermione with such rage as to make a rhino look like a baby.
"You Bitch" she said calmly "Ron doesn't even like you! You think he'll like you know?!" Hermione had had her back to her the whole time, when she spoke she turned sharply and glared. Rachael pulled out her wand now too.
"You need your wand to take me down?" Rachael asked calmly still
"Not a chance" They threw their wands down and lunged at each other, all bets were off and they were both pissed. Rachael grabbed her hair and pulled, hard. A little blood trickled down her face. Hermione bashed her in the nose. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened. Nic walked out with a toothbrush half in her mouth, one hand on her hip and the other on the doorknob.
"Nic?" Rachael asked with disbelief. Nic looked over too her bed
"AH! MY BED! WHAT DID YOU DO?!" she yelled accusingly at Rachael, who still had Hermione's dirty hair in her hands. "LET GO OF HERMIONE!" Rachael let go, not able to find her voice. She felt hurt, and somehow betrayed by Nic. This was her first taste of real pain, what friends can really do to you. She turned around and ran out of the room, down the stairs and right smack into Harry. They both fell to the floor.
"Are you ok?" He asked with obvious concern. She couldn't stand his kindness; she fell to a crying heap on the floor. He lifted her head to meet his, tears were streaming down her face but for some reason she wasn't sad anymore. She wrapped her arms around his torso, wanting to feel his warmth and happiness. He held her for over five minutes before questioning what happened. She told him everything, all about the fight and how betrayed she had felt. And about how dumb she had been to just run out of the room instead of explaining things.