Breaking the Habit

Chapter 2

Alexander's POV

I woke up early, sometime around eight in the morning, and Blaise was already up and fixing his hair in the bathroom mirror. He was dressed casually enough in a pair of black dress pants, a red silk button down shirt, and a pair of black dress shoes so I figured since it was the weekend we could dress in our regular clothes instead of the uniform and black robe. I slowly left my warm bed and walked in the bathroom and nodded at Blaise before peeing and turning on the shower water so that I could clean myself for the day and see what Ray was up to.

Rayven's POV

I stood in my walk in closet covered in my white terry cloth robe searching for something to wear. After searching through most of my summer clothes I finally decided on an outfit and pulled it off of its hangers before placing it on my freshly made bed before I pulled off my robe and slipped on a my blue and white embroidered lace bustier and matching extreme low rise panty set before I pulled on my blue destroy wash ultra low rise jeans. I buttoned and zipped my jeans securely before I pulled on my lime green and sky blue tunic. I gave myself a once over before I slid my small French pedicured feet into my lime green snake skin pumps.

I grabbed my wrap brush and quickly brushed my hair down so that it fell down my back and framed my face before I rolled on my sheer gold Chanel gloss before I grabbed my white multi colored monogrammed Louis Vuitton purse and left my room and headed down to the common room and out for the Great Hall so that I could get some breakfast. When I walked in the hall a couple of people glanced my way and I noticed the curious looks on a couple of faces but I ignored them and headed over to my table and promptly began to pile stawberries, pear and peach slices, as well as cantalope and honey dew melon slices in a bowl before pouring some water into a goblet and began to eat. I had just put a strawberry to my lips and was a bout to bite into it when Alex walked in looking cute in a tight white ribbed tank top that clutched to his defined abs, a pair white baggy fit damaged denim jeans that sat low on his hips, and a pair of white Nike sneakers on his feet.

Alex walked over to me and plopped down next to me before reaching his hand into my bowl to grab one of my strawberries and I popped his hand as I chewed the piece I just bit. He tried again and I hit his hand again.

"Stop it Ray and give me a strawberry," Alex replied as he reached inside my bowl again.

"Alex!" I replied, "Get your own. They're right there."

"But everything tastes better when its yours," he replied.

"And how would you know that?" I asked with a smirk.

"Shut up," he replied with a chuckle, "I didn't mean it like that."

Alex grabbed my hand that had the piece of stawberry in it and pulled it to his mouth and bit it. He stared at me as he chewed. I rolled my eyes at him in playful annoyance when Millicent Bulstrode plopped down across from us and filled her plate with poridge before asking me the question I knew had been on most of the Slytherin's minds since we arrived the other day.

"Are you and Alexander dating?" Millicent asked.

"Why?" I asked.

"I was just wondering because the two of you are very close and you both take privledges that is usually given to a significant other," she replied.

"Hmm," Alex replied as he got his own strawberries from the available dish.

Millicent Bulstrode wasn't the first person to question the dept of my and Alex's relationship with each other and she most certainly wouldn't be the last. Alex and I had been in each others life for as long as we could remember and whatever one needed the other was willing to provide. Alex and I have a sort of unofficial relationship with each other. We've experimented...well we've been with each other too many times to call it experimentation and we have love for each other but we just haven't made that leap into labeling us as anything more than what we've always been called. Even though many people have questioned our relationship, including our various lovers, none of them were granted with an answer. We didn't entertain the thought of people prying in our lives. You can make your own assumptions one what we do but we did let people know not to assume because when you do you make an ass out you and me.

Alexander's POV

"Ray, are you coming with me into town?" I asked her.

"Hogsmead?" I asked.

"Yeah, I heard a few people talking about it and decided to see what its all about," I replied as I stared at her.

"Sure, you want to leave now?" she asked.

"I don't see why not, there's really nothing else to do here," I retorted. Ray shrugged before leading me out the main doors.

We took the lengthy walk to the gates of the school and walked out and caught a train that would take us into town. When we got there I helped Ray down the stairs of the train and we walked down the cobblestone streets, glancing around at its quaint beauty. I entertwined my fingers with hers as we strolled down the street. We had just passed this pet store when Ray squealed and all but pulled me into this candy store.

"Damn Ray! Is it that time of the month?" I asked her as she went into the section with the chocolate.

She turned around and punched me hard in the chest as she grabbed a couple of chocolate frogs and a few sugar quills. She searched through the back of the store and I caught a sparkle in her eye. I walked over to her and chuckled when I saw her pick up a couple of boxes of rum balls before heading over to the register to pay for her items. I waited for her as I watched a couple of girls stroll by.

"Damn," I muttered to myself as I watched them switch.

"So where are we headed next?" Ray asked me.

"What?" I asked her as I turned my view away from the swaying asses.

Rayven rolled her eyes and bit into a rum ball before saying, "You go ahead and do you and I'll go shopping. I'll meet you at Madame Rosmerta's in two hours."

"I'll see you then," I replied with a smile, ready to go on the prowl.

Rayven's POV

I watched Alex walk off in the direction that the three girls he had been watching went off in and I got an attitude. I shook it off and finished my rum ball before walking into the clothing store so that I could shop and get my mind off of Alex. This feeling of jealousy wasn't a foreign one. I felt it every time he went off in search of a new play thing. I call them that, not out of animosity, but because that's basically what those females were to him. He stayed with them long enough to have sex with them, sometimes a little longer if they were good, and once he was done getting his so were they. I give him one thing though, he tells them up front what he wants for them and if they stay, well they're asking for whatever it is that they get. I get angry because I don't understand why he doesn't see me standing in front of him but I won't say anything. I mean how would I know if he really wants to be with me and not just because he's my best friend and he doesn't want to upset me.

I turned and took a glimpse of Alex wrapping his arm around some statuesque blonde and lead her into a local hotel and held my head up high and continued my way into the clothing store. As soon as I walked in I was greeted by this young energetic witch who was dressed casually enough in black scoop neck top and a long black skirt with a light lavender cloak over it. She smiled at me and asked me if she could help me with anything.

"No, not really. I'm just looking," I replied as I strolled through the stoor. She nodded and walked behind the register and promptly began to read through the latest issue of Witches Weekly.

I was going around the store and bypassing the various robes, which I really didn't find fashionable, until I found some casual clothes. I came across some of the cutest tanks I had ever seen and began flipping through them until I found my size. I headed to the register and paid for my shirts before heading down to the next store. There wasn't really anywhere else I wanted to go and there was still an hour before I had to meet Alex so I just text messaged him telling him that I headed back to the school and that I'd see him later. Just as I got to the train station I heard the final call for the boarding and quickly boarded the train and rode the short ride back to the school.

When the train stopped in the station I began my walk towards the castle. When I finally got to the entrance I opened the door and walked inside and immediately headed towards my house so that I could put my bags up. When I made my way down to the common room after putting my things away I found a couple of girls were sitting on the couch talking about some dance.

"What dance?" I asked.

"We have a couple dances through out the year but the first one coming up is the Halloween Dance. It's the most casual of the ones we have," the pug faced one named Pansy replied.

"So who decorates for these dances?" I asked because back at my old school they had a crew of students decorate so that it was what the students liked and not just what the falculty thought was appropriate.

"The professors do," Pansy said flippantly.

I looked at her curiously before leaving my house and heading for the headmaster's office and knocking on the door. A couple of minutes later the Deputy Headmistress opened the door and ushered me inside before asking me what I wanted. I told her that I wanted to speak to the headmaster about the Halloween dance. She nodded and lead me into the headmaster's office before leaving and heading to her own.

"What can I do for you Miss Waters?" he asked.

"Well I heard that we were having a Halloween Dance and wanted to know who was in charge of the decorations committee," I replied.

"There is no committee. The teachers decorate the hall," he replied.

"Is there anyway a student could plan the festivities?" I asked.

"Are you trying to tell me something?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye.

"I would like to plan it along with booking the entertainment," I replied.

"Live entertainment costs money. Money that the school doesn't have," he replied.

"I'm sure I can think of something. So can I plan the dance?" I asked.

"On the condition that if it is too hard for you that you contact one of your professor's and have then tell me so that one of us can take over," he replied.

"Thank you," I replied before I left his office and headed back to my room so I could begin planning.

I was in the middle of looking at the rules and regulations that the school applied for various functions when there was a knock at my door. I quickly made a note in my spiral notebook before I opened the door and there stood Alex looking somewhat angry.

"Why didn't you wait for me?" he asked.

"Other than the candy shop and the clothing shop there wasn't anything that interested me and you have a little over an hour to do what ever it was you were doing so I figured I'd text message you and head on out," I replied.

"So what are you doing?" he asked as he pushed me through the room and plopped down on my bed and picked up my notebook.

I closed and locked the door behind him before grabbing my notebook out of his hand and said, "Excuse you."

"What? I didn't think you'd mind," he replied, "What is that anyway?"

"Noneya," I replied.

"Noneya?" he asked.

"None ya damn business," I replied as I kept scribbling plans in the book.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked.

"Nothing's wrong with me," I replied as I kept scribbling what I wanted the hall to look like the night of the party.

"So why are you ignoring me like that?" Alex asked.

"I'm not ignoring you Alex. I just happen to have things to do, that doesn't involve you," I replied.

"It's because of the girl isn't it?" Alex asked ignoring my statement.

"Not everything is about you Alex," I replied before

"Whatever," he replied as he headed over to my candy bag and picked up a rum ball.

I continued on writing until I had everything I needed and wanted for the party before turning the page and sketching how I wanted the hall to be set up. It was an hour later and Alex was still in my room only now instead of eating all of my candy he was playing with silver Gameboy Advance. The evening wore on as I made the final touches on my sketch and before I knew it, it was time for dinner. I placed my notebook in my bedside drawer before Alex and I left my room.

It was a little after eight when I came back to my room, this time alone, and I was in need of a relaxing bath. It seems as if no one else has anything to do with their time because I heard the muted whispers of the girls who were speculating about what Alex and I were doing in my room all afternoon. It's a funny thing about muted whispers. They weren't so silent when more that one person was talking. I couldn't care less what people thought about me because they couldn't do anything for me. None of them supported me, knew me, or cared about me so why should I give the benefit of hurting me? What it did was irritate me that people didn't have hobbies to occupy their time instead of going through other people's business.

I quickly ran the hot water and poured in my lavender scented bath salts before pulling off my clothes and easing into the water. I plugged in my earrphones and turned on my white and silver IPOD and listened to some Warren Hill. I soaked for about an hour before I started to cleanse my body with my lavender shower gel. I quickly washed off the scented bubbles before I stood and wrapped myself in my black terry cloth robe. I unplugged the tub and slipped my feet into my black slippers and headed into my bedroom. I quickly towel dried my body before I smoothed on my lavender scented body cream and slid on a pair of black lace v-string panties. I smoothed out the thin strings on my waist before I pulled on my black lace v-neck babydoll and pulled down the covers of my bed before sliding into the cool sheets and heading to sleep.

I slept in Sunday and woke up around ten o'clock. I headed to my bathroom for a quick shower before dressing casually in a pair of blue denim capris and a white halter before plopping down on my freshly made bed and picked up my cell phone to make some much needed calls. One thing I loved about America's Wizarding Network was that they were up on electronics. Most stores had telephones and fax machines as well as e-mails to place orders. It was much more efficient and allowed for more business. They also carried great muggle products that were rewired to work in areas with high magical currencies as well as residue. I was calling one of my favorite spots, Magical Fabrications, that carried some of the finest fabrics and sold in bulk. What I was planning on ordering wasn't anything overly expensive but they were the only service I knew who had what I was looking for and could send by owl. I ended up ordering several rolls of purple satin and black lace sheets before I called California Screaming to get some much needed accessories.

I ordered a couple of stereos and mics and several boxes of glowing beads before I called Toni's Treats and ordered a sample of her most reknowned pastries and snack dishes so that I could get the house elves to replicate them in bulk before ordering fourteen cases of Intrigue, her signature beverage. Intrigue was a liqour that tasted like a juice but was alcoholic. It was sold as a muggle drink so it wasn't exactly going against the rules, which stated that Firewhiskey and other strong alcoholic beverages weren't to be served at school events. I ordered a couple of cases of Butterbeer for those who weren't up to trying new things before calling a couple of my friends who had graduated from Salem asking them to attend the party. They would dub as entertainment for part of the night and partygoers for the rest of it.

I had finished making my calls by four o'clock and headed out of my room and into civilization so that I could get me something to eat. I had finished my candy hours ago and needed real sustenance. My flip flops made the most annoying sound as I went in search for the kitchens. (Dumbledore had given me the directions when he gave me permission to take care of the dance so that I could make sure the food was prepared and everything). The little elves immediately served me and while I ate I told them about the party and that I would be bringing them some food before hand that I would need them to imitate. They nodded at me before ushering me out of the kitchens so that they could finish preparing dinner.