Damn You – Part 2: Realization – by Cerulean Leader
A/N: Hello, readers! Thanks for reading Damn You. Especially to my first reviewer, RonHermione7, who this chapter is dedicated too.
Anyway, hope you enjoy. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything of or about Harry Potter; everything belongs to the amazing JK Rowling and Warner Bros.
-Part 2-
With another frustrated sigh, a black haired, sixteen-year old ran a hand through his untamed hair, and leaning his head back against the booth. He was now sitting in The Three Broomsticks with his younger brother, Albus, and his girlfriend Katie.
The three of them had originally planned to meet up with Alice as well, but since she had ran out and refused to even face James, it was now just him with his brother and girlfriend. Katie coughed awkwardly, her golden-brown fringe coming out of its place where she had pinned it up earlier that day. Her big blue eyes stayed locked on her Butterbeer, as if inspecting it as Albus watched his brother with an arched eyebrow.
"Man, what's wrong with you?" the younger brother asked his older, chuckling as Katie took a sip and left a bit on her upper lip. "Where's Alice?"
James shrugged, looking down at the table again. He hadn't heard from his best friend in days and was starting to get worried about it. "I dunno, little bro. She keeps avoiding me."
"What did you do to piss her off?" Katie piped up, eyeing him from across the table as she leant back against the red cushioning. "She wouldn't be mad at you over nothing. This is Alice we're talking about; she's one of the nicest people ever."
"Quiet you." James said, pouting slightly. Sometimes he thought that Katie could be like his younger sister; he saw her almost every day and plus she was dating his brother. "Go make out with Albus."
The emerald-eyed boy grinned, putting an arm on Katie's shoulders. "I would man, but you're depressed." he replied, wiping his thumb over his girlfriend's upper lip to get rid of the froth. "Tell us."
"This happened a couple of days ago. I asked her to help me with my homework for Herbology, and I kinda ditched her when Ava- you know the hot Hufflepuff in seventh year? Yeah her, well, she came up to me and asked me if I could help her out. Me, being the dumb idiot I am, followed her and we ended up in the clock tower. I completely spaced about meeting up with Allie and then, she came up to the tower and caught me making out with Ava, and then ran straight out."
Katie slapped a hand to her forehead, sighing. "Merlin, you are so stupid sometimes. Don't you get it?"
Albus had a confused expression on his face. "I don't understand, Katie..."
She cupped her hand around Albus's ear, and started whispering when his face broke into one of shock. His eyes widened, and he pulled away from Katie. "Seriously? Oh, dude, you are an idiot."
"What? Tell me!"
"You have to figure it out for yourself."
"Al!"
"Alright boys, enough." Katie interrupted before either of them could retaliate. "You need to figure this one out for yourself, Jamie."
Cringing at the nickname, he stood up and sighed. It was what his mother, grandmother or Alice called him. "Whatever. I'll see you guys later."
Leaving a few sickles and knuts on the table, he walked out of the bar and out near the busy road. It was quite sunny outside, so he pulled up his sleeves so that they sat around his elbows.
Seeing one of his blonde cousins running towards him, he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked towards her. "Hey, Dom." he greeted. Holding onto her red beret, she didn't bother replying to his greeting, only glared at him.
"You are an idiot, James Sirius Potter!" she growled, punching him in the arm. "You have no idea what you've done, have you?"
He rubbed the spot she punched, just staring at her dumbly, his hazel eyes filled with confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Alice! Do you know what the hell you've done?" she shrieked back. "Garçon muet!"
He hated it when his French relatives swore in French. He never knew what they were saying. "What happened to Alice? Is she alright?"
"No, she's happy as a fluffy cloud- no, of course not you dimwit! She's miserable!" she snapped, poking him hard in the chest. He knew he was going to get a bruise, he was under the wrath of the Weasley temper.
"You're a complete arse, James Potter!"
He blinked at her; he had no idea why she was reacting like this. Sure, his best friend was angry at him but it didn't mean she was crying up in her dormitory... did it?
"...And you can't even tell!"
"Tell what?"
Dominique growled at him and smacked the back of his head. "What does she see in you?" And with that, the tempramental blonde stormed off.
He stayed in the same position for a few moments, processing what just happened before following his younger cousins retreating form back up to the castle. Sheesh, you think they'd have a little respect for him.
Once he made it back up to the castle grounds, he immediately bolted for the Gryffindor Tower, ignoring anyone who called out his name or held out their hands for a high five. Being Quidditch captain did have its quirks.
Finally reaching the portrait, he stopped and said the password very quickly and immediately bolted inside when the Fat Lady started opening the door.
Running through the mainly red room, he charged for the stone steps and bolted upstairs and into the girls' wing. He knew where Alice slept; them too had been best friends since second year so of course they went into each others dorms. He continued his way upstairs, passing shrieking girls, and towards the sixth year dorms. He started to slow down, trying to calm himself as he walked down the hall and towards Alice's dorm.
He suddenly reached the door, and started to rapidly knock on the wooden surface. A muffled sob was heard and some clothes moving about the room. James leant back against the cold brick and waited for someone to open the door.
When it did, he jumped at the chance to get inside. He looked at the person who opened it. She looked miserable and that's when his heart broke in two. Alice Longbottom looked like a mess; her cherry blonde hair was ruffled around and her usually warm brown eyes were filled with hurt. Tear stains were on her pale cheeks and her clothes were all creased.
She gasped at the sight of him before starting to sob again, moving to slam the door in his face until he put his hand out to stop her. She looked up in surprise.
"Allie, please! Talk to me."
She couldn't believe it. He was right outside. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? It was why she had been trying to avoid him for the past few days.
"What do you want, James?" she stammered, trying to hold in her sobs. She turned away, trying to hide her crumbling face but didn't have such luck when he pulled her head back to face him by placing his fingers under her chin.
"Alice, please..."
Her chocolate brown eyes bore into his own hazel ones. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous; he actually felt like he wanted to kiss her or even just hold her to try and make it all better.
"Let go of me, Jamie." she murmured back, starting to break away. He shook his head.
"Not until you talk to me. Why did you run out the other day? Why do you keep avoiding me?"
She closed her eyes and sighed. Could she tell him?
A/N: Ooh, cliffy! I might end it in Part 3. :S
I'm absolutely in love with this story! It may not be written well, but I like it. :)
Hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please review to let me know what you think. And the next update will be up soon. Also, if you're interested in being my Beta Reader (I'm still looking... I know, sad right?) then could you let me know? Thanks.
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Word Count: 1268
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~CL
