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Annd, Song (it's a crap as song, but I like the lyrics!) :
I got a plan of my own
Listen and learn
I've waited so long
And you've already shown me how the story goes
I got a plan of my own
Listen and learn
I got a plan of my own
Keep hearing the stories
Telling me of your plan
I already know exactly, where you stand
There in the middle
Center of the pack
But I know its you
You're the one that holds me back
Deeyah-A Plan of My Own
"Oh my gosh!" I clap my hand to my mouth.
Josh hates me. Malfoy hates me. Caitlin's mad at me. And I've gone and forgotten Al's birthday.
Oh crap.
"So what'd you get Al?" asks a haughty Caitlin. Ahh, how the hell did I forget?
"I - uh, I - "
"You forgot didn't you?" she sounded less angry, as I nodded sheepishly.
"Which is why I got this," she hands me a parcel that's obviously a book.
"Awh Caitlin your so-"
She crushed me with a hug.
"I'm worried about you Rose." She says simply. What did I do to deserve a friend like this? She's always there for me, always there, and how had I repaid her? I have some serious work to do, on my personality.
"Caitlin you're honestly so amazi-"
"Amazing? Yes. Now, could you bloody well tell me what happened with Josh?"
"Oh," I say looking down at my porridge. I don't even like porridge. Then, why am I eating it? This was an awkward story . . .
*
"Chapter one: Do something Big," I began to read out loud, but stopped when Caitlin reached our table. And when Al attempted to break my ribs with his elbow. Ouch.
"What you reading Scorpius?" She asks me. It sounds so weird, not being called Malfoy by a Gryffindor who I thought hated me. But, nonetheless, Weasley's best friend could tolerate me. Something Weasley could learn from.
"Oh, uh-" I begin, my eyes feeling a tad watery from being elbowed, and then Al nods at me frantically, doing bizarre hand gestures. Think fast, think fast, come on, you're first in the year for goodness sake! Well… after Weasley.
"Potions." I say, finally coming up with an answer.
"Er, right," she says. And now she probably thinks I'm a nutcase. Oh well, at least I'm on speaking terms with her. Since I saw the incident I don't think I've said a word to Weasley. In two weeks. Record.
I return to my breakfast, and listen to the obvious flirting.
"Happy Birthday Al!"
"Thanks Caity." He's the only one that calls her that. Why don't they just get married already. She gives him the present.
"Cool!" He exclaims. "I really needed some more wax – my brooms in such bad condition- "
This is where I stopped listening to their conversation, I really don't need to know an in-depth analysis of Albus's 'broom condition'.
Honestly, am I the only sane person at this table? Weasley looks at me again. I send her another evil look, and simultaneously choke on my toast.
Bloody hell, who am I calling sane?
*
One month and one week later.
I'm beginning to miss the old Malfoy.
I know that sounds berserk, and completely out of character, but it's true.
I kind of miss the whole, screaming and fighting bit, you know? I guess it was… exciting, or even interesting... And yes, I sound like a lunatic, which I most likely am, I should be locked up somewhere safe perhaps. . . But not Azkaban of course! I've never seen a Dementor, but from what I've heard about them from Uncle Harry. . . Er - anyway! Back to the Malfoy er . . . Predicament.
He still refuses to talk to me, unless he has to. Do you have any idea how boring, how irritating, how frustrating that is? Nearly two months of complete silence between us, in the common room, except when we have prefect meetings.
And it's not like I haven't tried to have a conversation or anything. I mean, I nearly called him Scorpius the other day. Nearly! Don't worry I didn't. But at least Josh was talking to me now, Thank God. It's a little awkward, but it's manageable, nothing on this whole Malfoy fiasco.
But I've been spending a lot of my time at the library anyway – what am I saying? I mean a lot more time at the library (more than usual), and then there was Al's kinda strange behaviour. Its like some kind of . . . conspiracy? Yeah, that's how I could best describe it. Slytherin had won a match against Ravenclaw, so they would be the ones we'd play in a few weeks for the final. (a/n: so I know that Quidditch actually works differently to this I'm sure, but in this story, its like this –Kay?). And Al was having training sessions far more often than usual, which meant of course, that Caitlin was making us have more practices too.
So really, he might not be completely ignoring/avoiding me, right? Haha, wrong. We have had plenty of opportunities to argue, but instead, he's preferring to blank me.
And to be honest, that's worse.
I never thought I'd see the day, when I was wanting the biggest prat in the world to insult me, yell at me, or at least make me angry.
*
I had a free afternoon. Thank God. Its actually so stressful being in seventh year, and being Gryffindor Quidditch captain, considering the amount of practices we have to have to equal Al's bloody team. I don't know why he needs to practice every five minutes! I would never tell him, but he's got an excellent team this year. And I was a tad worried. Just a little. But I'd never let the rest of my team in on that!
So there I was, sitting in the Library, of all places. Might as well dye my hair red and call me 'Rose Weasley'. I know. But the girl is rubbing off on me.
My stomach rumbled loudly, and I glanced at the apple I had taken from the lunch table. I wonder if you're allowed to eat in the library? I glanced around me. There were a couple of sixth year Hufflepuffs, and no librarian in sight. Ah, well if they tried to tell on me, I'd just threaten them. Yeah, I can be scary when I want to!
I took a bite of the apple. Soo good! I heard something behind me, and turned around to see my favourite guy, Al.
"Hey Al," I say, thankfully not spraying him in apple.
"Hey," he says sitting down next to me, hauling out a complicated astronomy chart. Stupid subject if you ask me.
There was a comfortable silence as he started his homework, and I continued to eat my apple, savouring the juices, (soo good!)
"You know," he says chuckling.
"What?" I say, swallowing my mouthful.
"They say that you eat an apple the same way you kiss."
What? Why is he saying this? Breathe Caitlin breathe. It's just a conversation starter.
"Uh, really?" I say, looking at the apple I had just devoured. That's right. Devoured, I was not your typical girly eater when it came to apples.
"Lucky guy," he says, raising his eyebrows and pointing at what's left of my apple. Of course, he was being sarcastic. Why would he not be?
"Hmm," I say, starting to laugh before throwing the apple at the bin in the corner, and missing. That's embarrassing . . . for a chaser.
"How's the team coming?" he says, turning that perfect torso of his away, and using his wand to put my apple in the bin properly.
"Thanks." I mutter, "Yeah, were going good thanks, still gonna thrash you, mind!"
"Um, Caity, we've been through this before - "
"No matter how much extra practise you guys have, you are going to lose. You just have to face the facts."
He merely grinned that stupid damn lopsided smile. God he is so amazing.
He stretches his arms back. I sigh. It would just be so perfect if he liked me back. It could be perfect. . .I hope one day it will be perfect.
But for now, I'm gonna have to make do with sneaking looks at him while I'm doing my Transfiguration homework. I still hate Rose for making me do the stupid subject.
*
My plan was well under way. Despite my man-logic, I knew what had to be done, and it was all thanks to that book I'd gotten for my birthday.
Chapter One: Do something big.
After a girl you already know, are friends with, or just want to blow out of the water? Here's a trick for you; Do something big.
Now we're talking a big gesture, not flowers or a soppy love note. Something that'll impact them. Something they'll remember, forever- so they'll remember you.
What, you may be asking. Well it all depends on their interests, your interests, or even common interests.
How can you show her you care? Let her win something perhaps? Saving her life is an ideal option – though best not to put her in that situation to begin with. Perhaps help her with something, give her a reward, and let her see how amazing you are. Surprise her. Plan something romantic, unexpected. Always be there for her. Pretty much, whatever it is, make sure it's noticeable, obvious for her, and big.
That's were I stopped reading. I had the information I needed. You see, despite the fact that I was training up the Slytherin team intensely for the upcoming game – final in fact - I had a plan.
At the end of the day, the result of the game came down to the Seeker. This is a big call, but I've decided Caitlin is worth it. I'm going to let Lily catch the Snitch. I know, call me mad, all I've ever wanted is to win the Cup, and especially in my final year. But, it's something big. It's something to make me different, it's something our children will talk about –how we got together. I sound like a love sick loser don't I? Think my judgement is clouded? I'd say it was clouded before. Now I see clearer, I've got a new perspective. But the thing is, I can't let anyone on the team in on it - especially Scorp. That's why we're having extra practises, so I can make it look like I'm the most amazing Captain. Now, don't go trying to tell me not to go through with the plan. Cuz I am. I will. You know why? Because.
I've got a bloody big crush on Caitlin Marea Wood, and it's now or never.
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