More to Life
Author's Note: Some people have expressed deep hatred for Pierre. I am terrible sorry about the amount of anger he has caused but this is a Mione/Fred story.
This chapter took so long to post because of the character Marie. She has an accent which I based off of Fleur's from the fourth book. I wanted to finish it so that I could get a couple of people to read it to make sure that it was understandable. Hopefully it is. But if you don't understand it, the "z"s are in place of "th" and the apostrophe is in place of "h"
For example:
Zis book equals this book
'e is a writer equals he is a writer
I thought people would understand it but my friend suggested that I add this just in case.
Thank you for all the reviews! Sorry I didn't write notes for the last couple of chapters, I was just in a real rush to post the chapters but now I am going to make a sincere effort to thank all of those who took the time to comment.
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Chapter 5: Obviously
Recently I've been
Hopelessly reaching out for this girl
Who's out of this world
Believe me
She's got a boyfriend
He drives around the bend
Cause he's twenty three
And he's in the marines
He'd kill me
So many nights now I find myself
Thinking about her now
Cause obviously, she's out of my league
But how can I win?
She keeps dragging me in
I never will be good enough be for her
I'm wasting my time because
She'll never be mine I know
I never will be good enough for her
Obviously by McFly
She kissed him back.
She kissed him back. The image just kept replaying in my mind. And I knew I was being stupid. It's not like she betrayed me; hell, she probably still thinks that I'm mad at her but that was never the case, not even when she was a bratty little-brainiac.
I swear if this ever gets out, I will deny it and then send you the loudest howler you have ever heard. I have always been a little jealous of Hermione. Okay, so a lot jealous. Are you happy? I said it. Jealous. I AM JEALOUS!
Now, that I am done my weird screaming inside my head bit, we can move on and I can explain. Hermione is smart. Very smart. She could have any job she wants. Let's face it, one day Hermione will probably be running the wizarding world. I bet she'll be so famous she'll have one of those Chocolate Frog cards. Those are so cool.
And she has, or had, best friends. I've never had very many best friends. Sure, I've had George and believe me having a twin is the best thing that ever happened to me. He's my partner in crime. Only recently, since George moved out to live with Katie, have I experienced life as a normal person. I now live with Oliver Wood, former quidditch tyrant. He's one of my few good friends. Sure, I get along with mostly everyone but I don't have those people like the way Hermione had Ron and Harry and the way she has Seamus and Lavender now. When you are a prankster, people tend not to trust you. For some reason unbeknownst to me, they constantly question any sort of food or other package you give them. Sure, they love hanging out with you. But they never trust you and they never ever take you seriously. Hell, George doesn't take me seriously half the time and he's my twin (but you already kinda knew that)
So there I was just standing there, watching my crush kiss Preppy Blonde. Why do I keep calling him preppy like it's a bad thing? I'm preppy! I guess there just isn't another word that describes him. Well, I can think of a couple others, but they aren't very nice if you catch my drift.
I continued on my little rant as I walked away from the two lovebirds.
"Ah, you missed Hermione," George called to me as I entered the store. "Oh, and thanks for leaving me here with twenty customers. You try ringing up, bagging, and taking exploding crystal balls away from spoiled ten year olds."
"Sorry," I muttered. "And I saw Hermione."
"I think she found her soul mate. That Pierre guy wrote a book about house elves and slavery. It's like he's Hermione's clone." George commented, wrapping one of the very popular exploding crystal balls in bubble wrap. Merlin, I love bubble wrap. It's like the best invention since...Chocolate Frog cards. You have got to love those chocolate frog cards.
Great. All I needed to hear was about Mione's soul mate. She knew the guy all of ten minutes. Half an hour ago she hated the guy and now she's snogging him in the middle of Hogsmeade? I stayed with her all night while she got sick. Didn't that count for anything?
"That's wonderful." I replied in order to conceal my glum mood from George. I am naturally perky person and when I don't act perky, George tends to ask questions. And boy is he stubborn. He just doesn't give up. He just keeps interrogating you until you crack. Honestly, he should go work for the Ministry or something. I could never work on one of those covert Ministry spy organizations. If I was captured by the enemy, all they would have to do is threaten to tickle me and I would spill my entire life story from that time when I was six and placed a garden gnome in Percy's pillow to my fiasco with Hermione today.
"Spill," George said, sitting on the counter. It was lunch time and the crowd in the store had died down. One person lingered by the front window for a second before changing their mind and leaving. Then we were the only two in the store.
"What?" I said as if I didn't understand what he meant.
"You leave this store on cloud nine and come back ten minutes later looking worse the donkey in Winnie the Pooh."
Pooh. What a funny name for a bear. What a funny name for anything actually.
"What?" he said, repeating my sentence. "I was babysitting Katie's nephew with her. Katie thought I should have experience with children. Winnie the Pooh is a very good story by the way. That bear is a magnet for trouble."
"I am fine," I assured George. He shook his head but didn't press the issue any more which was rather unusual. Something was up.
"Well then, would you mind holding down the store for awhile? Katie owled while you were gone and asked if I could meet her for lunch." My deductions were correct.
"Go ahead. The store will probably be dead now that all the parties and concerts started." I said, eager to spend time alone, away from George who would be sure to probe more into my gloominess.
Kissing Pierre was nice. Really nice. Super nice. If you couldn't already figure out, it was nice.
"Want to go get a bite to eat?" Pierre asked, running his hand through his blonde hair. His pretty blonde hair.
I looked at Lavender. I didn't want to abandon her. I hated when Seamus showed up and I felt left out, even though Lavender always tried to include me ever since the three of us were no longer friends, now they were a couple and I was the friend.
Lavender smiled back and waved. YES! "Sure," I tried to reply coolly. I'm not that very good at the being cool thing and I think he could tell because he laughed.
"Three Broomsticks?" he said, taking my hand. He took my hand. It was just like a fairy tale; the good kind of fairytale where the girl gets her prince, not the creepy kind where she gets eaten by a wolf.
"Sure."
"So," Pierre said, after we had placed our order; a hamburger and a firewhiskey for him and a salad and a butterbeer for me. (I knew better then to repeat last night's disaster with the firewhiskey) "Give me the basic facts."
"What?" He caught me off guard. I was busy daydreaming about my absolutely wonderful perfect day. A huge story, a soul mate, what more could one person ask for? Winning the lottery, but that might be pushing my luck.
"You know, age, family, stuff like that." He said with a smile. A perfect smile.
"Well, I'm twenty three and an only child. My parents are muggles. I live with my room mate, Lavender. You met her at the taping." I stopped to see if he had any reaction to the news that I was muggle born but he just continued smiling. God, his smile melts my heart. I never felt this way about anyone before. "What about you?"
"I'm twenty five and I have a room mate named Alex. My younger brother is your age. I'm half and half."
"Sir! Sir? How much are the fake wands?" One customer asked.
"Seven sickles. Um, would you please not play with those?" I asked two younger boys who were tossing around a balloon that when popped releases a smelly, sticky glue like substance.
"Can someone please ring me up? I have a meeting to go to." A man in a muggle suit said impatiently, tapping his fingers on the counter.
"One moment, sir."
"Could I get these Forever Squeaky shoes in a size nine?"
"Do these Unlightable Candles really not light?"
"Sir, I think you should put these fake wands up higher. A little child could pick one up down here and put an eye out."
"Could I please get some help?" "Where is the manager?"
I just getting so fed up. "I will ring you up in a minute, sir. We are out of the shoes in a size nine but we do however have a nine and a half. Ma'am, your children will not put an eye out if you pay attention to them. I am the manager." And with that the balloon of sticky glue like substance popped. And where did it pop, you ask? Right over my head.
After ringing up the customers in line, I shooed the rest out and spent a good twenty minutes scrubbing the nasty stuff off. I kind of understood why the women whose son threw one at her, sent us a howler.
It was still early though, so I reopened the store. It remained empty for a few moments which actually gave me time to sit and catch my breath.
Then a brunette woman, her eyes hidden behind sunglasses sauntered in holding a book. She walked right up to the register and set the book down on the counter as she whipped off her dark sunglasses.
"Bonjour," she said, extending her hand. "My name is Marie Alexandria, publicist. I was wondering if I could talk to you about a book?" She said, rather slowly. It was clear that English wasn't her first language but she sure was pretty.
"A book?" Was the great answer that I came up with.
"Well, a certain. Zis book is very good. It will sell well in zis shop." Marie replied, setting her sunglasses on her head.
"You want to sell a book in my shop?"
"It will appeal to your customers, I promise. It is called 101 Ways to Land Yourself in Detention. It is a bestseller in France and Germany. Zis book is for pranksters. Prankster zat like to shop in zis shop. Ze book is about detention. Detention for pranksters." Marie seemed to be getting frustrated with herself for not knowing enough English to describe the book.
"Is this the book?" I asked, motioning towards the one on the counter.
"Yes!" Marie cried with a burst of excitement. "'Ere it is. You can 'ave it. Read it. You will like it!" She said, nodding her head.
"I will?" I said, teasing.
Marie didn't pick up on it. "Yes! Yes, you will! If you sell zis book, you will make profit too! Please, sir! You know you want too!"
"I have to ask my brother, this is his shop too, but how about I get back to you in a few days?" Normally I would have sent sales people packing but Marie seemed so nice and she was having such a hard time with her English. Plus, she was really pretty.
"Ask your brother! Zank you, sir. My name is Marie. 'Ere is my address for your owl."
"Say, Marie, would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" I asked.
Marie lit up but then fell. "I can't. I 'ave a fiancé." She said holding up a rather large diamond.
Damn. But I was bored and was determined not to spend another Saturday night home alone. "It will strictly be a business dinner. Not a date."
"When do we go?" She laughed.
"Just let me close up."
"Don't forget ze book," She said as we headed out the door.
"You two have a nice day," The waiter said as we headed out the door.
"The night is still young," Pierre said, practically bouncing out of the restaurant. "Want to go to a celebrity party and dance the night away?"
"Of course!" I said, placing my hand in his. I could so get used to this.
"So did you just move to London?" I asked Marie after we placed our orders.
"No. I live in Paris with my fiancé. My fiancé is 'ere on business and I decided to surprise 'im while I promote zis book. I 'aven't seen 'im yet zough. 'E wasn't in 'is 'otel room. I guess 'e is still working. 'e works a lot. Tell me about you."
"My twin, George, and I own the shop."
"You 'ave a twin? Zat is how you say, cool? I never 'ad any siblings. I always wanted zem zough."
"I have six siblings. Three older brothers, one twin, one younger brother, and one sister."
"Wow. You are very lucky. You 'ave lots of family. I 'ave no family now. Just my fiancé. My parents died many years ago because of You Know 'O"
"He killed your parents?"
"My parents worked in ze Wizarding Parliament. It is sort of like your Ministry of Magic. Zey were spies for Parliament. Zey were ze ones to find hints zat You-Know-'o was in Albania. Zey sent zat message to Parliament and zen zeir bodies were found. I was a sixth year at Beauxbatons when it 'appened."
"I am so sorry," I said as I saw her eyes watering up.
"Do your family work for ze Ministry?"
"Yes. My older brother, Percy does. And so does my father. My little sister Ginny is an auror."
"Ze same Ginny the auror zat is married to 'Arry Potter?" She asked.
"Zat's the one, I mean, that's the one." I said, her accent rubbing off on me.
"Are you seeing someone?" She asked.
"No," I said.
"You were hesitant. You like somebody, no?"
"I like this girl but she doesn't like me back."
"No!" Marie said.
I just sat there and poured my heart out about Hermione and Pierre and Ron and my entire situation, leaving the names out to protect the guilty. Marie was so understanding. (At least, it seemed like she was. I'm not sure she understood all of what I said but I think that was because of the language barrier.)
"I zink zat you should try for zis girl. You really like 'er. And she just met zis fellow today? She can't be serious wiz 'im yet. She 'as known you for so long. You 'ave a much better chance zan you zink."
"Thanks."
Marie smiled. "Fred, I 'ave to go now but it was nice talking to you. I 'ope we meet again soon." She said, taking money out of her purse.
"No it's my treat." I told her.
"Zank you, Fred Weasley. Don't forget ze book" She called as she walked out of the restaurant.
Maybe I would take Marie's advice. She had a fiancé. Obviously, she knew something about love. You know, she was right. Pierre didn't have Hermione. I still had a chance.
I paid the bill and apparated home to mine and Oliver's apartment. It was quiet. Oliver wasn't home yet. I sank into the couch deliberating how to approach Hermione when I noticed the book in my hand. Marie was right it did sound like something our customers would enjoy. Maybe I would stock it.
Then I saw the name. I will never ever stock a book by that author. Ever. That name. Uh, the horrid name. Pierre Gregory. What a stupid name.
I wanted to throw book. Actually, I tried to throw the book but with that shiny, smooth book jacket it slide out of my hand and landed on the floor by my feet. It fell open and I stared in shock at the picture on the back of the jacket. I snatched it off the floor and read the caption underneath.
About the Author: Pierre Gregory
Twenty-five year old Pierre Gregory is the author of two best-selling books, 101 Ways to Land Yourself in Detention and 202 Ways to Escape Detention. Both books were based off of Pierre's own personal experiences at Beauxbatons Academy when he attended school there. Pierre, a French wizard, was a prankster in school yet he still managed to graduate third in class. He currently resides in Paris with his fiancé, Marie Alexandria. Pierre and Marie in 2003, pictured above
"Bloody hell!"
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