Don't Break My Heart
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the Harry Potter world, except Ava Wood (who is Oliver's little sister), Mark Macmillan (Lee's best friend who wants to date Ava), and Shelby (annoying girl...you'll see).
Chapter Four: Thy Day Beforeth Hogsmeade Trip...eth?
Lunch.
I scooped up a forkful of mashed potatoes and prepared to put it in my mouth. Unfortunately, Ava walked in, squished between the twins. Laughing, as usual.
Oh, yeah, she spent another week in the hospital when she fainted. But looks like she got better. She's out of the Hospital Wing.
I was going to eat my mid-air mashed potatoes, but took a second glance at her. The three of them sat down on the opposite end, and George put his arm around her shoulders, as Fred wrapped his around her waist. Still laughing.
Hmm...why didn't I ever notice she hangs around the twins a lot?
My daydreaming was interrupted by Mark Macmillan.
"Hey Lee, what are you staring at?" he asked, sliding into the empty spot next to me.
Him being my best friend, I reluctantly told Mark that I was staring at Ava.
"Ava? Isn't she your ex..." Mark started, looking at where I was, seeing her, as he grabbed my fork and plate.
"God Lee, you dumped her, didn't you?"
"How'd you guess?"
"Obviously," he began, with his elbow on the table, as he was holding my fork of mashed potatoes and swinging them around, "a girl like that would never dump a guy. And from personal experience, she's not like that."
I wiped the mashed potato bits from my face. "How would you know that?"
"Dude, I just do. I hang around her when she practices on the Quidditch pitch."
"Dude?" I asked. Mark's American dialogue was still giving me some trouble.
"Just like a pronoun. I guess. Not my point though," answered Mark, annoyed.
"You hang around her when she practices?"
"Yes, so?"
"When she practices by herself?"
"She always practices by herself."
"Nuh-uh, sometimes she practices with the twins!"
"This has nothing to do with what I said," grumbled Mark.
"Yeah it is, you said you hung around Ava when she practices Quid..." I started.
"But that's not my point!"
"Well, what is your point?" I asked.
"Look at her. She's sweet, smart, gorgeous, a talented singer, and funny. An 'A plus' girlfriend."
I smiled and whispered, "Yeah."
"Now look at your current girlfriend."
"Veronica?"
"Hopefully she's your current girlfriend, you didn't already dump her..."
"No!"
"Whatever, ditzy, conceited, plastic surgery/barbie looking face, ditzy..."
"You said that."
"I know, but it was excruciatingly necessary. Back to the list, she has NO humor, and she's stupid. An 'F and still failing' girlfriend."
"So?"
"You're an idiot."
"Why do I always get that? You're supposed to be my friend!"
"I am your friend. I'm just trying to show you that you've made the wrong choice. Ava is the perfect girlfriend."
"So what am I supposed to do? Get her back?"
"What are you thinking? Of course not! Do you really think you can get her back? You've had your chance Jordan, and now it's my turn."
I angrily stood up. "You can't have her!"
"There's no law that says I can't," he simply responded.
"Well there's no law that says you can!"
"Why are you being like this? You two are over!"
"I still love her okay!" I yelled.
Everyone started to stare at me. "Whoo, Jordan, be a man!" shouted a voice far away. I turned, to see the FAGs standing up whooping for him and laughing.
"Get your woman from that manwhore Jordan!" hollered George, as Ava doubled over, holding her stomach, face red.
I felt my face burn in embarrassment, and mumbled something inaudible, sliding back into my seat.
"Oh, don't be that way Lee! We all love you! Come stand up again! You too Mark! Stand up for the crowd! Fight Fight Fight!" She laughed. "Never mind, you may continue eating your mundane food as you carry on with your mundane conversation!"
Mark nodded and looked at me. "Wow, she's good..."
"Shut up man."
"What!" he hissed indignantly.
"Nothing. Look, do me a favor and ask Ava about me," I asked.
"Huh?"
"I just want to know if she's still mad. Because I'd hate to make her mad."
"Guilty love?"
"Killer muscles Mark, she could pulverize anybody. Just ask her, please," I begged.
He heaved a sigh. "Fine, but you owe me big," he answered, and stood up to walk over to Ava.
Owe him big what? I wondered.
"Hey A."
She turned her head, saw Mark and smiled. "Oh, hey Mark. Here, scooch your bloody ass over Fred!" Fred laughed and playfully pinched her cheek, then slid down next to Oliver, who was talking to Harry about Quidditch practices.
"So, what's going on?" she asked politely.
"Nothing much, but are you going to date again?"
Ava laughed. "You're blunt. Probably, Lee's past. Why?"
"Would you say yes if I asked you out?"
"If you did, possibly."
"Will you?"
"W-w-why...um" she stuttered. "Oh, uh...I guess. When?" Ava looked quite uncomfortable.
"Next Hogsmeade trip?"
That soon? Ava thought. "Uh...I guess. But I've got business to do right now, Fred looks like he's harassing my brother," hurriedly responded Ava, as she flicked a pea at Fred's ear.
"Oy, what's with the flinging of vegetables lass?"
"Oh please, don't try that fake Irish accent on me!"
Mark stood up, and told Ava, "See you around?"
"Yeah," she answered, flicking a pea at George. He stared at her, and Fred came up behind her, tickling Ava at the waist.
"So, what she say?" I asked when Mark came back.
"She's not mad. You're 'past' and then she said she'd go out with me," he said, using the finger quotations.
Author's Note: If you haven't already figured it out, Mark can be a compulsive liar.
"You asked her out?"
"Yeah, so?"
I groaned. "Did my yelling at you as everybody else heard me not get through your head?"
Mark gave a thought. "Nope," he said.
"I still love Ava...I think."
"How can you think you still love someone who obviously is over you, and after you dumped her for some weird idiot fourth year?"
"I don't know."
"Wow, you definitely have some problems there bro."
"Bro...?" Again the with American dialogue, I mean come on already, I'm getting tired just trying to understand his jabbering!
"Short for brother. Look, she's not interested in you anymore, so just skip along with Veronica and go your way."
"Are you insulting me?" I looked at him, giving off a teasing glare.
"No. Just telling you that life's life, and life has given you the path that leads to nowhere," Mark gravely said, stood up, and sat next to grr Ava.
Or at least tried to. Because the FAGs wouldn't let him set his buttocks anywhere but back next to me.
Something the great Mark Macmillan from America doesn't know. You will never be able to sit in between or near the FAGs twice in one day. More like only once a month. That's how close they were.
I let slip a snort, as Ava shoved Mark into the next House's table and yelled, "Butt your butt out Macmillan, there's such thing as quality time with your best friends, so you go do that with Jordan!" with firmness. Fred and George nodded, then fell into a fit of giggles. Which earned them a punch on the arm for both of them.
"Guys, that was a good speech!" she whined.
"Not one of your better ones," Fred gasped.
"It must be...snicker...an off day for you babe," George followed. Ava just crossed her arms over her chest and pouted.
Mark had landed on Bellemare's lap, and she looked at him with a countenance mixture of disgust and shock.
"S–Sorry Bellemare," he stuttered, trying to stand up.
"Oy, Oliver, lookie here!" Fred shouted, pointing at, well, you know.
And obviously Oliver was not happy. "Watch it Macmillan!" he growled, standing up and throwing Mark off of Bellemare.
"Are you okay?" he gently asked, sitting next to her and holding her hands lovingly.
"Mmm...almost. One thing missing," she answered, smiling, as she brought his face closer to hers. The whole scene was pretty amusing, at least from my perspective. Oliver and Bellemare kissing; Mark sprawled on the floor; Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny covering their eyes; the twins making kissy noises and faces; and Ava trying to shush them as she laughed.
Eventually George coughed, "Oliver?"
The two of them broke away, abashed at the fact that the entire school witnessed their event. "Uh, yes?"
"Macmillan? The one on Bellemare? He's going to Hogsmeade" Fred started.
"With Ava," chimed in Ron, who had also witness the same scene I had.
Oliver looked in disbelief at Ava. "What were you thinking?"
"I don't know what you mean, but really Oliver, how's a girl supposed to know when she's being cheated on? We're talking about an American, for Christ's sake, don't forget?" Ava inquired, obviously playing innocent.
"What? That's not true, Oliver, I would never..." Mark blubbered.
"You can drop the act now guys,"said a voice. Everyone turned to look at the Slytherin table, where Malfoy was standing up, fists clenched.
"Angry are we, Draco?" asked Harry humourously.
"She's making things up because she feels like she doesn't belong."
"You don't know a single crap thing about me you asshole!"
Ron covered Ginny's ears, and she slapped his hands away. "I already know, it's not like you can protect me or anything!" she snapped at him.
"Blaise, back me up!"
Blaise shrugged. "You don't have to be jealous. She's not interested. You're two years young..." he started, but was muffled by Crabbe and Goyle.
"Mark was pushed by Ava. It was all Ava. All the chaos was caused by that bitch."
Everyone and thing fell silent.
"You spoil everything Malfoy," snapped Ava, breaking the silence.
"I...I don't get it..." said a very confused Oliver.
"Neither do I," Bellemare added.
Ava just glared at Malfoy, gave him the finger, and stomped off.
"Ava, why do you have to always act like the victim-girl in the soap operas!" yelled-asked Fred, as he went to chase her.
"Are you going too?" Harry asked George.
"Nah, she's having a bad day. Besides, I handled the last one."
"Last one?" Hermione wrinkled her brow.
"I remember that one," I said, sliding over where the two empty spots next to George were.
"Oy, I suppose you do," he responded. "You tell them then, I'm starved." And with that, he began to dig into his food like he hadn't eaten for days."
"So Lee, what happened?" Ginny asked excitedly.
"Ginny!" Ron scolded.
"Um..."
"Anyway," I started, "it must have been, two weeks ago?" I looked at George, for guidance.
George nodded vigorously and continued eating.
"Anyways, you remember Sirius Black coming into Hogwarts?"
The four of them nodded vigorously.
"Well, you know how we had to sleep in sleeping bags because..."
"Go on already!" begged Hermione.
"Okay, hold your unicorns!" I cried. "Everyone was talking about how Sirius could've gotten in. And that people thought he apparated in, or flew in, disguised himself, and things like that, right?"
"Mmm..."
"But I said so myself that night that it was..." Hermione started, but was shushed by Harry and Ginny.
"And you know Ava gets really pi...mad, when um... people don't use their brains, and act really stupid, common sense-wise?"
"Tell me about it," Ron mumbled to Ginny.
"So she stands up and starts hissing at people that Sirius couldn't have appararted into Hogwarts because that's impossible. And didn't people read the History of Hogwarts? And why not? And that he couldn't fly in or disguise himself because of the dementors. So then one person, I think it was Veronica or Shelby..."
"Did she have a nasally annoying voice?" Harry asked.
"Uh...yeah. Like this," I said, and pinched my nose closed, "Omigosh, if I was taken to Azkaban, do you really think it would be stressful, because I don't think it be that stressful."
"Shelby," the entire Gryffindor table said.
"Did someone call my name? Ahh...?" Shelby said, standing up. Everyone groaned. When you look at Shelby, the first thing you see is her protruding and pointy red nose. And then you hear that voice. shudder
"Sit your arse down Rudolph!" yelled George.
"Am I Rudolph?" she asked to the person sitting next to her, pointing at herself.
"Yes!" the table cried incredulously.
"Oh." She sat down.
"Anyway, let it be known that there is no person Ava hates more than Shelby."
"Not even Malfoy?"
"Not even. And it just so happens Shelby stands up and says, 'Well, only you would read a boring book like that. Which is why you have no life and no boyfriend.'"
"But Shelby doesn't have a boyfriend either," Ginny pointed out.
"Not to mention she's a social outcast," pitched in Harry.
"Obviously she doesn't know that, now does she?" Hermione skeptically said.
"Yeah, so then they decided on a Wizard's Duel..."
"Who called it?" Ron asked.
"Shelby."
"But Shelby doesn't know diddly squat about a Wizard's Duel! She's being tutored constantly by Ava!"
"Yeah, which made Ava even madder. And so she punched Shelby in the face, and George had to hold her back. He dragged her away and went to calm her down..."
"Took a bloody hell long time too," George grumbled.
"And that's about it."
"Is that why Shelby has a red nose?"
"Rumor has it that after she got punched she went to the Hospital Wing to get assistance from Madame Pomfrey but she wasn't there. So she just drank an elixer that had the word 'nose' in it."
"You're kidding me!"
"Nope. And 'supposedly' it just so happens the potion said, 'Nasal grow."
Author's Note: Like Skelegrow? Nasalgrow? Hahahahahaha...not one o' me betta ones...
"NO..." Ron's eyes grew to the size of golf balls.
"Yeah, and the time she figured it out..."
"You mean, somebody else figured it out," interjected Harry.
"Right. But by the time someone told her, Madame couldn't reverse it, but she could stop it. And that's the rumor..."
"Do you believe it?" asked Ginny in awe at me.
"Do you?" Hermione asked to particularly no one.
"Yes," the Gryffindor table said.
"What are we 'yessing' for?" Shelby asked, standing up. This time, everyone ignored her.
"Ugh, people these days..." she snapped, and sat back down.
"That was...strange..." Harry said.
"So, the rumor's not a rumor anymore?"
"I guess it's like it is bolted in as a historical moment," I answered, shrugging.
"Ha, historical moment my a..." Ron started, looking around, and seeing Ava and Fred, holding hands and smiling.
I'm praying to God George doesn't see this.
Author's Note: I would recommend listening to Green Day's "Wake Me Up When September Ends" while you read this. That's what I was listening when I wrote this anyway... ;P! Also, the POV has changed into third person (if you don't know what that is go look it up fool!).
"Ava, please, don't do that!" Fred begged, as Ava stomped her feet and clenched her hands, walking even faster at the sound of his voice.
"Stop."
"Why should I?"
"Ava!"
She spun around angrily, "What!"
"Listen, I know you're angry, but if you'll just..."
"You don't understand Fred! This is not one of my episodes. I'm seriously angry and upset and hurt and broken," she told him, tears falling from her eyes.
"Ava..."
"He didn't have any right to call me a bitch..."
"You called his dad an 'idiot ass,' and you really didn't have any right to do that either," Fred scolded like a father.
She sighed. "I know..."
"But that's not the only thing that's worrying you, is it?" he asked gently.
"No...you know me too well." She cracked a small smile. "Mark. He asked me. To go to Hogsmeade with him. On a date."
"Yeah, I heard."
"I don't want to go with him. That's just too close to Lee."
"So you won't date anyone that reminds you of Lee? Do I remind you of Lee?" he asked bitterly.
She looked at him, limp and hurt.
"What's wrong?" Ava put her hand on his shoulder.
"Noth...Nothing."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned her head on his chest, closing her eyes. "I know something's wrong, but only you can tell me what." He hugged her close.
"Do I remind you of Lee?"
"No! Are you nuts? You guys must be total opposites. Lee's an insensitive jerk, and you're...not."
He gave a look of puzzlement. "Okay...but do I remind you of George?"
"Visually, yeah you do. But inside, there's a distinct difference. Why?"
Silence.
"Fred?" she asked him, looking up to his face.
"Ava, you don't want to go with Mark?"
"No, not really."
"Will...will you go with me?"
She kissed the tip of his nose and smiled. "Yes."
He breathed a sigh of relief, grinning foolishly. "I've been dying to ask you that forever."
"But the three of us always go to Hogsmeade together," Ava pointed out. Fred gave a look of confusion.
"Oh yeah..."
"But I understand that you wanted to ask me ask me."
"Does George have to come?" Fred asked teasingly.
Ava laughed. "We'll see. We have to find him someone to go with first."
"He can go with himself, the sap."
"Oh, don't bad-mouth your brother," she chided, pointing her finger at him.
"Sorry Mama," Fred said.
"Let's go. I'm starved." Ava took Fred's hand her hers and they walked back to the Dining Hall.
"Hello? Earth to Ron? What were you going to say?" Harry said, waving his hand up and down Ron's face. Ron didn't say anything, but continued to stare.
"Ron? Ron? Maybe he's dead?" Ginny joked.
"If he were dead he'd been on the floor, cold and pale," Hermione automatically said.
Ginny gave her a look of mild disdain.
"Sorry," she answered sheepishly, "just a habit."
"Well, I'll break that habit along with the rest of your body tonight!" Ginny retorted facetiously.
"Guys, get serious! Something could have happened to Ron!" I snapped.
"Maybe the Basilisk is back?"
"That's stupid, Harry killed it in the last book—I mean, um, last year," Hermione said.
"Book?"
"Didn't you know Harry's adventures have been recorded in books?"
"I would only guess."
"George, stop eating already and look at the present situation!" Harry said roughly.
"Mmm but this chicken leg is so good!"
"George!" Ginny cried.
In all that chaos no one noticed that Ron had slipped away to meet up with Ava and Fred.
"Hey..." Ron said akwardly.
"Oh, Ronnikins, didn't see you there," Ava answered, smiling as she pinched his cheek. Ron rolled his eyes. Ava then frowned.
"What's going on back at the table?" she asked, pointing to George, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and Lee, who were yelling at each other.
"Oh...it's a long story," Ron started uncomfortably. Fred eyed him suspiciously, saying, "Well, I've got time."
"No you don't Mr. Weasley, I am marching you along with George and Shelby for a major tutoring lesson," Ava interrupted firmly.
"I don't need to be tutored!" he retorted.
"Yes you do, especially on Muggle money. However will you pass the class if you don't even know how to buy or pay for anything?"
"Oh," Fred said, looking at his feet, cheeks burning. Ron laughed, "You don't know how to use muggle money?"
"You shush, unless you'd like to join," she snapped. He shut his mouth with a pop.
Ava walked towards the Gryffindor table and tapped on George's shoulder, who was still arguing with Harry about what was more important: eating the delicious, scrumptious chicken leg (which was now cold) or worrying about his brother.
"He's your brother!" Harry cried exasperatingly.
"But this is my chicken!" George whined.
"He shares your blood!"
"This chicken shares my desire for eating the chicken!"
"That chicken is dead, it doesn't have feelings!" he roared.
"ENOUGH!" Ava hollered. The entire room fell silent, staring at her.
"I need George and Shelby to meet up with Fred and me at the Gryffindor common room. PRONTO!" she ordered, walking away, obviously fuming.
Mark whistled. "Man, what a woman."
Hope you liked it. Sorry it took forever to update, but school is such a drag. Review!