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...who has a crush on George).
Disclaimer: The title belongs to Fall Out Boy. I just modified it to refer to one person instead of a group (i.e. my lawyer instead of our lawyer). I love you Fall Out Boy.
Chapter Five: My Lawyer Made Me Change the Title of this Chapter So I Wouldn't Get Sued
"Well, I admit three grueling hours of learning about muggle currency is a lot, but it was worth it if you can go out into the muggle world and survive," Ava mumbled, rubbing her eyes sleepily.
"Yeah, geez, why is muggle...uh...uh...whatever that word you said, so complicated–" Fred started.
"Muggle Everything is complicated!" Shelby whined.
The FAGs stared at her.
"You're still here?" George asked annoyed. "Shouldn't you be, doing something stupid, or something along those lines?"
"Hmm...now that I think about it, yeah. I haven't done anything dumb for the last 3 hours!" She clapped her hands in pride.
"Yeah you did. You thought greenbacks were a type of troll with a green streak on its back," Ava said tiredly.
"Oh...well, it did sound like that..."
"Yeah, whatever, just leave!" Fred responded, putting his head on Ava's shoulders.
"Okay okay, geez. Thanks for the lesson Ava, and I'll see you later George," Shelby drawled, waving girlishly at George and giggling. George rolled his eyes and Ava stared at her, a look of disgust on her face. Shelby continued to wave and smile at him, walking backwards and heading toward the staircase.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow morning for breakfast Geo–aaahhh!" She had tripped over the first step of the staircase and had landed on her face.
"BWAAHAHA!" Ava shrieked, then quickly covered her mouth, trying to suppress her laughter as George doubled over and Fred rolled on the floor.
Shelby stood straight up and her complexion became the darkest shade of red you can get in the biggest box of crayons. "Haha, yeah, um...I meant to do that because I love to be funny. We are so compatible George! Um...yeah, bye!" She zoomed up the stairs, her hands stuffing her mouth to muffle her wailing.
"Apparently she was embarrassed," Ava pointed out after everyone had settled down.
George stared at her. "You're blunt much."
Ava crossed her arms over her chest and with the most sarcasm she could muster said, "No...I'm the sharpest execution knife in the castle!"
Fred and George laughed. Fred then wrapped his arms around her waist from behind her, and she gasped.
"It's okay, it's just me Ava," he reassured her. She laughed, and he turned her around and swung her around in circles.
George stared at them. "What's going on?"
"Well..." Fred stuttered, avoiding eye contact.
"Well, obviously, George, Fred here is turbulently swinging me in a full 360 degree angle for a multiple of times–" Ava started, when Fred accidently let her slip through his arms. She fell flat on her face, limp and crumpled.
"Ow..." she croaked.
"Bloody hell Ava, you've had quite a fall. Or should I say fling?" George joked, trying to lighten the mood.
"Shut...up," Ava groaned, still lying prone on the floor.
George walked up to her and gently flipped her over. Ava moaned, and Fred worriedly frowned.
"She's going to be sore, that's for sure." Hermione said, peering over her book as she sat in one of the cozy armchairs near the fire, along with Harry and Ron, who were trying to cram for the Potions test over three chapter two days from now.
"Really, Hermione, how do you do this? My head hurts," Ron whined, slamming down his book.
"I don't do that, that's for sure."
"Don't study?" Harry asked.
"No, I don't cram. I study it over time, and you know what help remind me that I need to study over time? My planner. Where are yours? The ones I gave you last year for Christmas?" Hermione glared at them.
"Uh...um...its...at the Burrow," they said in unison.
"I didn't get you a planner for Christmas last year," Hermione said.
"What! Then why'd you...?"
"Hello? Present situation people?" Fred yelled.
All the eyes turned toward Ava and George.
"Somebody needs to take her to the Hospital Wing, she can't go by herself. Not like this."
"I'll take her," Fred began, and started walking toward Ava when she retorted weakly, "Don't touch...me."
"Ava, look I'm sorry..."
"Don't touch me."
Fred looked at George. "Now what do we do? If Oliver sees Ava like this..."
"I can take her," Ron volunteered, shrugging.
"Oh no you don't you have a test to study for!" Hermione roared, whacking him on the head with her wand.
"Oy, watch where you swing that thing Hermione!"
"I'll take her," George said firmly, gingerly holding Ava up to her feet.
"Why don't you just levitate her?" Hermione inquired.
"I'm not legally allowed to indulge that information to you juveniles really, but let's just say Ava had a bad experience with being suspended in the air, and leave it at that," he responded, and with that he walked out the portrait hole.
"What's with that?" Harry asked Fred.
"He's joking about the legally thing, you know," he answered weakly, avoiding eye contact.
"Ava had a bad experience with being suspended in the air?" Ron repeated.
"Uh...well...yeah. She doesn't really like to talk about it..."
"But she's not talking. You're doing all the talking for her," Hermione pointed out.
"Hermione!"
"What? There are so many things we don't know about Ava. We know only one side, and I really think that we should be able to know the full version."
"I really think you're insane. Since when do you want to know the 'full version' of anybody?" Ron said smugly.
"Oh shut up you. You're just a little–"
"Could you tell us Fred? I agree with Hermione..." Harry loudly interrupted, glaring at the two of them.
"You agree with Hermione!" Ron roared.
"Of course he agrees with me, he's the sensible one!"
"Piss off Hermione!"
"I'd like to see you try and shut my mouth when you don't know how to shut your own!" she angrily retaliated.
Fred thought for a while. "Oh...I...I guess..." he mumbled to Harry. Hermione abruptly stopped yelling and looked at Fred, while Ron was blabbering on to himself.
"...and you think that you're so smart all because of you dirty little dumb—"
"Ron, shut it." Harry snapped. Ron suddenly stopped in mid-sentence and sat down.
"It happened five years ago," Fred started. The room was so quite the only noise made was his voice and the fire cackling.
Ron interrupted, "Wait, is this where...you know, right? And she...and then you guys...but she?"
"Yeah, it's that. I...I can't really talk about it..." he hung his head sadly and whispered. Fred then trudged his way up the stairs to the boys dormitories.
"Wow, was it that bad Ron?" Harry asked in awe.
"It couldn't be, they were only ten. Could it?" Hermione added.
"It's pretty bad...Okay, five years ago, the whole family, including Ava and excluding Bill, went to the nearest muggle village...I don't remember the name..."
"Doesn't matter," Hermione said, waving her arm away.
"I thought we needed to know the 'full version,'" Harry smugly interrupted.
"I highly doubt that the name of a Muggle town has any relation to Ava."
"Anyway, there was the magical happening. I...I don't know how to exactly explain it...it was a crash of thunder, and all of a sudden this ray of blue light came shining down from a circle of clouds, but it all happened so fast, I don't even know how it got there, just one minute is was fine, and then it was there."
"Freaky."
"So then Mum started panicking and tried to gather everybody, but the twins and Ava where nowhere to be found. So we're yelling and screaming and just having heart attacks. Then there's this song, kind of like a veela song, but no one was falling in love or anything–"
"A siren maybe? No wait, not a siren, they're almost like veela, perhaps a–"
"I don't know!"
"Okay, go on!"
"Fine!"
"Fine! Go!"
"Alright I'm going!"
"Alright then, go!"
"Shut up!" Harry shouted. They turned towards him.
"Wh–why are you looking at me? Ron's telling the story..."
"Just go," Hermione answered exasperatingly, looking at Ron.
'Fine," he snapped. "So, the freaky music box song right? And then Fred and George are running back and shouting and pointing up at the light and they say 'Ava, Ava' and we all look up, and Ava's laying on her back–"
"You lie on your back, not lay," Hermione interjected.
"So?" Ron snapped.
"So Ava's lying on her back where?" Harry asked, trying to stop another disaster.
"She's inside the ring of light! And she keeps going up, and then Mum just gets this shocked look on her face, and she shrieks like a maniac and faints."
"Oh."
"And, I think Percy took a picture and made thousands of copies so he 'wouldn't forget the experience.' I think I have one in my trunk." Ron stood up and rushed up the stairs. A few seconds and curses later, he came back down, holding a picture.
"Lemme see!" Harry said, grabbing the photo.
"Is it one of those moving pictures?"
"Yeah, look, you can see her rising..." Harry responded, handing it to Hermione.
"W–w–wow. She looks beautiful. That's a really pretty dress. She looks asleep..." she whispered softly.
The photo depicted a ring of light surrounding a ten-year-old Ava lying horizontally, wearing a white wedding-like dress with extra long sleeves, her long hair hovering beneath her.
"Yeah, and then some muggle kid ran into the light, and the light turned red, and Ava's eyes opened really big and she started screaming bloody murder, but not because she was like aware of whatever was happening to her, it was like she was being tortured, or something."
"Omigod, poor Ava."
"She's been through loads, hasn't she Ron?" Harry asked.
Ron nodded gravely. "Yeah."
"Then what happened?"
"The muggle kid's mum ran up to him and grabbed him out of the light, which made the light turn pitch black, and you couldn't see Ava, and then all of a sudden this ear piercing scream reverberates through the air, and the light turns white and we saw Ava falling..."
Everyone was silent.
"How does that girl play Quidditch?"
"Whaddaya mean?"
"Well, she doesn't like to be levitated..."
"Through wizardry or witchcraft. Quidditch is her favorite sport, and she's controlling herself, so I guess she's okay."
They all stood up, yawning.
"How did you remember something so vividly Ron?" Hermione asked him.
Ron gave her a sagacious look. "There's something special about Ava. Like she's meant to be up there."
"George..." Ava breathed out, straining her head to stay up to look into his eyes.
"Don't Ava, just relax."
They were just outside the Hospital Wing doors, and George yelled from the outside, "Madame Pomfrey! Madame Pomfrey!"
She rushed outside, caught first sight of Ava and shrieked.
"Oh George Weasley what have you done to her?"
"Nothing, it was Fred!"
"I'm very sure it was–" she snapped.
"It...was," Ava whispered.
"We'll deal with that later. First to get you settled. George, put her on this bed, I'll go get the ointments and potions." And with that she rushed off, and George cautiously lowered her onto the bed.
"You...you didn't levitate me."
"I didn't want to...because of...well..." George mumbled, putting one hand behind his head.
Ava closed her eyes. "I love you George Weasley."
George blushed. "Um... thank you Ava..."
There was an awkward silence.
"Fred asked me to go with him to Hogsmeade, but..." Ava started feebly.
"You don't want to go with him anymore?"
"You read my mind."
"Going with someone else might be a problem..."
"We'll fix it..."
"Okay, I'm very sorry, but you'll have to do this yourself Mr. Weasley. I dare say you can do this, right?" Madame said briskly, bringing a tray of bottles and setting it down on the beside table.
"I can."
"Okay, well, she needs to take three spoonfuls of this in the red bottle, and two teaspoons of this in the green bottle. This clear bottle contains ointment that you must put on her sores before you do anything. Have I made myself clear Mr. Weasley, or would you want me to assist you later once I come back?"
"I...I think I should be able to cope Madame Pomfrey."
"Very well. You'll need to stay with her until I get back, which will hopefully be only half an hour." Madame Pomfrey brought out another tray in which she carried with her out the door.
"Well, the first thing was to put this ointment," George began, picking up the clear bottle. "Where was I supposed to...oh, right, you're sores."
Ava didn't say a word.
"Where does it hurt?"
"It feels like everywhere, but only my arms, shoulders, neck, cheeks and legs," she moaned, moving her position uncomfortably.
George chuckled. "That's just about everywhere Av."
She gave a weak smile. "Almost."
George poured some ointment into his palm, and lifted Ava's right arm slowly, rubbing it into her skin, and did the same for her left arm. He than began to rub her shoulders.
"Have you heard? Harry can't go to Hogsmeade," George started, when Ava sat up straight.
"Why not? Can't Professor McGonagall do anything?"
George continued to rub her neck, cheeks, and legs before he gave her an answer.
"Nope, he already tried that. Now lay back down, you're going to do more damage."
Ava obeyed him (for once). "Well...there has to be a way..." she started, when George stuffed a spoon in her mouth. She swallowed, then began again.
"Couldn't we do any–" but again the spoon. She looked at him angrily.
"I'm trying to tell you something important, but a spoon in my mouth is quite an obstacle!"
"Last one Peach," he said, ignoring her.
Grumbling, Ava opened her mouth and swallowed. All of a sudden she began to scream.
"Bloody hell it burns!"
"You now need two more out of this bottle," he responded, picking up the bottle and spoon.
"What the...? What do you think you're doing? You just said last one!"
"Of the red bottle. Now you need two from the green bottle," he answered calmly.
When George tried to give Ava the medicine, she had her lips tightly closed, and did not give in.
"Ava, come on!" he pleaded.
She shook her head. He pleaded. She shook her head. He pleaded, and she shook her head.
"Ava, take the damn medicine already! Why won't you take it?"
"Because it's nasty!" she cried out, and at that moment he somehow jammed two spoons into her mouth.
"You can't spit that out Ava!" Fred said bewilderedly as she spluttered.
"I'm not spitting it out, that stuff is so gross! Like I want it to come back onto my tastebuds,"
"Well, at least you'll be okay."
"So much for 'better out than in,' huh?"
George smiled.
Ava closed her eyes and leaned back. "Ugh, I will never get sick or hurt again, its not worth it!"
"Quidditch?"
"Overly protective gear?"
He laughed. "They don't make OPGs pass five year olds."
"George Weasley. I think I can pass for a five year old!" she joked.
"You only wish."
"Wishful thinking I know. When's the next Hogsmeade...oh yeah. Tomorrow. The one I'm going to with Fred supposedly."
"Maybe, because of...this, we should just all go together. Like we used to."
"Grand idea."
"That I know for sure will not work Malfoy," Blaise started.
"It will work!"
"No it won't. How are you going to get these chocolates to Ava in the first place?"
The only sound was the fire crackling in the Slytherin common room. Draco and Blaise were the only two people in the room, Draco pacing back and forth from one end to the other, and Blaise sitting sideways in an arm chair, an amused look upon his face.
"I'll...I'll...aahh..." Draco stuttered.
"What, you'll stutter at her and she'll just miraculously eat one? Come on Draco, now that's worse that Crabbe and Goyle together!"
Draco cursed. "It was such a brilliant plan too, now you're making me look like an idiot!"
"You are an idiot for trying to make her fall for you, you know it's not humanly possible. Unless you don't count yourself as a human."
"Shut up," he snarled.
Blaise smugly smiled.
He continued pacing, a bit more vigorously than before.
"There's got to be a way..." Malfoy started, when a high-pitched voice rang through the air, muffled by the Slytherin door.
"Draco Malfoy? Where are you bitty bumpkins?"
Blaise laughed. "Hey bitty bumpkins, I think Pansy's on the prowl."
Draco cursed. "I cant have her eating these! And you know will right when she sees them. Blaise, be a friend and get off your bloody ass. I need you to stall Pansy.
He stood up, stretching. "Alright."
The door swung open violently. Pansy was tip tapping in place excitedly.
"Where is he? Oh, he's going to love me even more for this."
"What'd you do?"
"Oh, I just saw Ava come out of the hospital. With a Weasley twin. But that's not important. What is important is that I attacked her, and nearly murdered her too. You should have been there Blaise! And obviously Draco. Because I nearly killed that wannabe bitch, if it wasn't for that Weasley..."
"Which Weasley?" Blaise asked, stalling (obviously).
"Oh...you know. The Weasley...oldest one here I think...starts with a P...Peter? I know he's Head Boy, but..."
He rolled his eyes. This was sure to keep her occupied.
"Hmm...I'm not sure...I kind of like the blue one a bit more...oh yeah speaking of pillows there was this one I stole from Hufflepuff. It's to die for...oh yeah Hufflepuff's Seeker. Cho? She's horrible at practice. She can't even control her own broom...Omigosh brooms! I want to see the new Slytherin Quidditch Team brooms. They'll all look so sleek in the air...Oh have her heard? There's a bunch of air—"
"In your head Pansy? Look, I hate to chat with you, I'm miserable already. Go bother some other person who would actually listen to whatever you were blabbing about."
She glared at him. "Well, I never meant to talk to you in the first place. I wanted to see my bitty bumpkins Draco so I could tell him—"
"That you nearly damned murdered Ava."
"What! How did you know?"
"Never mind. Look, here's the your man, so just leave me alone," Blaise grumbled, and sat back down into the chair, as Draco was cautiously walking down from the dorms.
"Oh Malfoy honey bunny!" Pansy started, opening her arms wide to give him a hug. Malfoy looked grim, as Blaise laughed hysterically in the background.
"Guess what!"
"Pansy, I don't have time to listen to your–"
"But I killed Ava!" Pansy said.
"You what?" he roared.
She gave a look of fright and weak character. "I-I-I thought you would be...happy..."
"You killed Ava? Don't you know you'll be expelled?"
"I didn't kill her. I almost did."
Draco gave a sigh of relief.
"Why are you sighing like that? You know I'm your one and only. Does she owe you money or something?"
"Ugh, look I'm telling you Pansy. I don't have time to dawdle with you, go be dumb somewhere else."
"How can you be so insensitive? And to your girlfriend too!" she cried out. Lovingly and desperately, she held out her hand to stroke his gaunt face. He grabbed her wrist and struck it down below.
"You are not my girlfriend. I want nothing to do with you."
"Draco, you can't just disown me like this! We have something special!" Pansy wailed.
"What do we have Pansy? What makes you think we're mates forever?" Draco snarled.
"Draco, you can't just have sex with somebody and then dump them like garbage, that's so wrong!" she answered, sobbing pathologically.
Malfoy produced a look of bewilderment. "What!" he cried. "I never did anything to you!"
"Yes you did, you liar! Last night! Right in front of Becky Berkins! We did it right here on the couch right in front of Becky!"
"Blaise!" Draco stormed, turning to look at his mate. "Did I...?"
Blaise shook his head. "You serving detention with McGonagall. Pansy was getting it on with Flint."
She gasped. "I was? Omigod!" Her cheeks turned red and she cowered in shame. "Omigod I just lost my virginity to him?"
Both Blaise and Malfoy gave a look of disgust. "We didn't need that information," Malfoy spat out.
Pansy just looked at them, and fled the common room, crying.
"So...where'd you hide them?" Blaise asked apathetically, as if nothing unusual had happened.
"My trunk. Everyone knows its off-limits."
"You better hope that everyone knows its off-limits. One of the guys takes a bite and you'll be a Slytherin homosexual."
"Don't make me curse you!" Draco roared, steaming. "I know what I'm doing."
"Oh, sure," Blaise responded. In a squeaky voice he mimicked Draco. "Oh my god, you killed Ava! Don't you know you'll be expelled? Oh my poor Ava! Pansy killed my one and only true love!"
Draco stared at him, open-mouthed.
"So, what are you going to do?" he asked, smirking as he folded his arms over his chest.
Malfoy grimly continued to stare. Suddenly, he broke into a small laugh. "Nothing I guess."
A first year Slytherin girl walked by them and hissed, "You guys are weird." She then glided out the door.
Hope you guys loved this one. Well, maybe not love it, but enjoy it. Or just like it. Point being, I hope it didn't suck. That's pretty much what I'm trying to say. LOL. Personally, I think I've lost it. I think it sucks. But don't put that in your comments lol.This chapter alone took me a googolplex of years to finish, and I apologize for that.