"You betrayed me, I can't believe that after all these years you betrayed me like this Lizzie!" Harry yells towards me their were tears streaming down his face as he threw objects towards me anything he could get his hand on really. Shoes, clothing, anything.
"Harry please, just listen!"
"No! You listen! I never want to see you again, have a good life with him because you are no longer a part of mine" Harry grounds out in even tones his head now hanging.
"Harry please" I beg stepping closer to him only to feel someone pulling me away from him. "No!" I demand struggling against the arms that were pulling me out of the room and away from my brother.
I bolt up in bed rubbing my head. That was absolutely one of the worst dreams I had ever had in my life. That and the one I had in Fourth Year about Harry dying during the final task. That was a terrible one. Feeling like some sort of child I curl up in my bed once more demanding sleep to come to me.
…Which it didn't..
Still waiting…
4 a.m? Seriously?
Sighing I pull myself out of bed and tip toe down to the Common Room careful not to wake the others, mainly Hermione because she'd want to come with me.
Then I'd have to talk and it's too early to form words. Oh hell's someone is in my chair, I think I should go tell them to move it. Or well grunt and point.
"GGGGhhht" I grunt recognizing my brother who was sleepily watching the fireplace. If he was so tired he should go to bed and get out of my chair.
"What are you doing up?" he mumbles shifting over slightly making me sigh, obviously he rather uncomfortable share the chair then move his ass up to bed.
I don't understand why they put these small chairs in here I guess they didn't want to encourage the teenage population to share furniture but when you really think about it up here we have no supervision really. You can fly a broom up the girls staircase, and if you had Prefects who didn't give to cares what was going on this whole tower would be one giant orgy.
Which is a really bad thought, now only if Oliver Wood and his sexy body would materialize where my brother is sitter I would be one happy girl.
"Bad dream" I grunt plopping down roughly onto his leg, making him wince slightly. Serves him right. Fear my boney butt brother, probably one of the things I inherited from Daddy dearest, enjoy it. Imagine Dad sitting on your…yeah don't do that. Please, ever. Oh gross.
"Same, what was yours about?" he asks quietly shifting my legs so they were across the chair arms and not his lap.
"You got mad at me, said I betrayed you and said you never wanted to see me again. Yours?"
"I was mad at you, told you I never wanted to see you again because you betrayed me and Ron dragged you out"
Ah, see weird twin things do happen to us.
"So that's who dragged me out"
"Sorry about that shoe I threw at you" Harry sighs almost making me laugh; he was apologizing for something he did in a dream.
"No problem, sorry for what ever I did. You know I wouldn't ever do that on purpose right? Betray you I mean."
Harry hesitates slightly before nodding making me frown, "What was the pause for?"
"You're pushing on my bladder I think, I really gotta go…" he admits blushing making me burst into laughter rolling off the chair and onto the floor while he jumps up running for his room.
I have to admit, I do love my brother.
Hum. I need a good closing for this letter, after a few pages you run out of ideas, and I couldn't say, "Your body is that of a god" more then twice…
It has been a long time since we have last spoken, at least three years. Quite silly if you ask me, because, in your absence I feel as if our connection has only grown stronger. I would like to think that you are no longer denying your feelings for me for I am almost of age and the poster girl for maturity. Being the poster girl for maturity just entails my being flexible for some of the dirty things that we could be doing if we ever see each other again. Wink, wink.
So I saw you on a magazine cover awhile back, and also noticed that you are still single? Well I'm sure we can come to an understanding regarding that. But I just wrote to wish you a Happy Christmas since the season is upon us. Also to once again suggest we meet in a room filled with mistletoe? Just a suggestion of a good gift for me, mine to you is of course an updated picture of me taken by Colin (he says 'hello'). Do with it as you wish, keep in mind its indestructible.
I hope you like the praise it sings out to you also while you're changing, the spell work was hard because I didn't want Hermione to catch me teaching it to say "Drop dead sexy".
I'll be the same place I always am during break. I'm sure the twins wouldn't mind having a visit from you either. Miss you Captain'
Love forever,
Lizzie Potter.
P.S- If you've read this it means you have stopped blocking my mail!
I finish off my annual letter to the one and only, love of my life, future father of my children while waiting for Mr. Draco Malfoy to finish his Potions Essay. Yes we met and did homework that's what awkward friends did right.
"Are you done yet? I'll check it over" I offer only to have his essay thrust into my face. To all that are curious we were now only sitting a foot from each other well past the five feet from each other phase. Tomorrow we were leaving for the Holidays so we had met to do a gift exchange of sorts, okay I had a gift for him but I wasn't seeing one for me. Bugger.
"I'll check yours over too" Draco offers grabbing my letter, well damn he wasn't suppose to know that's what I had spent the last hour perfecting…
Deciding to ignore his expression as he read I glanced through his essay which was of course flawless, it always was I couldn't even find a comma out of place, ever.
"I will never forget those moments we shared on our date, they will be in my dreams forever!" Draco laughs putting the letter down and making me frown. Well they would be in my dreams forever! It was a great day!
"Are you talking about that time you guys went to the village together in Third Year and you practically dragged him everywhere?!"
No, must have been some one else because I would never drag my Oliver anywhere and hurt his lovely, sculpted biceps.
"The same trip he was suppose to being going with that 7th year Hufflepuff but you practically had a mental break down and he agreed to take you finally if you left him alone for a week?" Okay, so my version of the story left some things out and… changed the circumstances. But it wasn't a real mental breakdown!
"Then when you didn't leave him alone he almost asked to be home schooled until N.E.W.T.S?"
"He did not!" I shout, now that part of the story I didn't know.
"He did" Draco laughs shaking his head, "I remember Flint was rather happy about it too, announced to the Common Room he was so happy he could kiss you"
Gross.
"That's depressing" I deadpan, Flint kissing me, over Oliver? Ew..
"The thought of some one kissing you?"
"No, just that someone being Flint," I answer shaking my head, a shiver running throughout my whole body. That guy looked horrid, and I heard his kissing skills were worse. I felt sorry for the girls in the same year as him in Slythrien. He was the most popular guy, if you wanted any kind of status with other boys he was the one you had to kiss and prove yourself too. Horrendous.
"Are you excited for the holidays?" Draco asks somewhat awkwardly, it was obvious he had never had someone to talk to. He usually talked at people or ordered them around. No one was ever treated as an equal.
"Yes and no, spending too much time with Harry gets a little exhausting" I shrug, Christmas always seemed to be a plotting time for the trio and I was usually left out. Which made my half Weasley-Half Severus Christmas a great thing.
"Spending any time with him sounds exhausting" he mutters darkly, he was a little sour, well annoyed by the fact Harry had been watching him like a hawk. That and taken to stalking him on occasion.
"Draco" I warn watching his hands move up in a defensive jester "I was just saying," he defends before his face lights up and he dives for his bag which was beside the couch giving me a rather long moment to stare at his butt. On the butt rating scale I'd have to say his was right up there with Oliver's. Maybe almost a tie, it was between Oliver's and Cedric's.
"A present for you" Draco announce proudly turning around with a small box topped with a bow. I smile, holding up a finger digging into my own bag and pulling out a longer box decorated in green wrapping paper and a sliver ribbon.
" And one for you" I offer taking the box held out to me and handing him his.
"On the count of three?" I suggest watching him eye his own box happily; probably the happiest I had seen him in awhile. He nods quickly looking up briefly before one again directing his gaze to the box.
"1….." I count slowly seeing his fingers twitch,
"….2…."
"3!" he shouts, interrupting me and ripping the paper off his present. Choosing to ignore him and his childish behavior I open my own box seeing a delicate silver heart charm which would go perfectly on the silver chain Hermione got me for Christmas, not that I peeked or anything…
Peering closer at the heart I see writing on each side, though they looked like different languages from each other, and both weren't in English. One was clearly French, A toi, pour toujours, and on the back of the heart in even smaller writing amore vietato. Now, the A on the French side had a little tick thing on the top, so I suppose it just doesn't mean a? Frankly the only words I knew in French were, oui, non and toujours which I knew meant always, thanks to the Black Family Tree.
The other writing looked Latin, but I couldn't translate the second word which lead me to believe it wasn't. So on one side I have Always, and on the other Love. Great, Christmas homework.
"Oh Wow, thank you Lizzie" Draco gushes interrupting my thoughts, I had gotten him some tickets to a Quidditch game over the break and some new cuff links which had his initials engraved in them. The tickets to cure his boredom from the parties, and the cuff links were for the parties. I'm good.
"It was no problem, and thank you for this Draco, really it's lovely" I smile fingering the small silver charm. Draco's expression turns into that awful smirk, "Know what it says?"
"No clue" I answer honestly, why couldn't he have just wrote it in English.
"Good" he smirks wider moving closer to give me a small, quick but still nice side hug.
"You're a evil boy Draco Malfoy"
"And you love it" he says offhandedly examining the tickets now paying less attention to me. I shake my head quickly, love? Ha!
"Well what did you get me?" I ask peering about Harry's shoulders as he blocked my gaze to Ron's bed. I hated how they never showed me anything I couldn't properly know what all my gifts were if Harry ruined my spying every year.
"Would you get out, it's the third time I caught you sneaking in here today"
"PA-LEASEEE" I whine, seriously does everyone want to ruin my fun today or is it just a coincidence. Mrs. Weasley shoo'd me out of the kitchen. The twins actually ignored my puppy dog face and then left very quickly even after I offered hugs. Hermione wouldn't talk to me because she figured out I saw my present when she was the only one I wasn't bothering and threw it at me saying she didn't want to hear me complaining on Christmas. Ginny's too scary to bother and Ron hadn't done shopping yet.
"No, I see you already got Hermione to give you your gift that's quite enough" he says crossly poking at the necklace, the charm hidden beneath my shirt.
"She gave it up willingly not my fault" I shrug trying to engage him in conversation so I could make my move and strike.
"It is, if you were patient everyone wouldn't be hiding from you, just wait till tomorrow night"
"Why does everyone hate me!" I ask loudly and dramatically flinging myself at Harry hoping to be able to see over his shoulder.
"No, I'm not falling for that this year Lizzie, now go, somewhere… I have to wrap this"
I grunt at him, I don't care if I got my presents early because I leave tomorrow night I just want to know what they were because if it was something really good then I needed to get him something else!
"What if I paid you?" I offer seeing Harry's insulted look, like me he didn't like the rather large vault we had in our name, and like me he was often offended when offered money, but I just needed him to move out of the way!
"Lizzie, I can't- oh I see what you're doing!" he nods wisely pushing me towards the door, "I love you. But go away" he orders before promptly slamming the door behind me. Well bugger.
"Lizzie dear there's someone here for you!"
A surprise visitor? The Weird Sister's naked? Oliver Wood finally coming to proclaim his love for me? Who could it possible be? Happily I run down and around the staircases and landings that make up the majority of the Weasley house, I love getting surprise visits! Finally I make my way through the living room waving at Remus and Tonks who had arrived earlier today and rushing into the kitchen.
"Who is it who's here?" I ask looking around the kitchen, all I see is Mrs. Weasley and Percy "Hello Percy?" I greet, tapping my foot in anticipation. Wait Percy? Bugger to hell.
"I thought it would be only proper that I come and deliver this in person." Percy says stiffly making me raise an eyebrow. I didn't force him here why the hell was he angry it's not like I summoned him or anything equally stupid.
"What is it?" I ask taking the rolled up parchment, I hope it wasn't another restraining order, I already have one because that Roger Davis can't understand how unbelievably yummy he is. That and apparently little girls scare him.
"The Minister wishes to invite you and your brother to the Ministry Ball, of course I told him you couldn't attend but he wanted you to have the invitation as a souvenir"
How thoughtful.
"Well thank you then, are you staying the night?" I ask hoping he wasn't cause then I'd have to move into Ginny's room. When I slept in there the twins who's room was near by often "whispered" 'sweet-nothings' to me from the next room. That ended up in Hermione and Ginny kicking me out and since it was the holidays the twins were staying over. I think they just didn't have any food at home.
"No I must get back to work, lovely to see you. You too Mum" he reply's briskly moving back towards the fireplace his mother trailing after him. I shake my head turning back for the living room and kicking the separating door open loudly in case Remus and Tonks were looking lovingly at each other. I wish they'd just admit they're feelings already.
"Virgin eyes entering the room, cover your feelings and sexual repression!"
"LIZZIE!"
"Awe really?"
I shiver at Tonks response remembering she wasn't in denial. Going home tomorrow may just be a good thing, especially with that look my lovely, werewolf godfather was sending me. Whoops.
"I'M HOME!" I literally scream into the house stepping out of the fire place and placing my present bag under the small pitiful tree Severus got because he knew I'd be mad if we didn't have one for tomorrow morning.
"HELLO!"
'Maybe he's gone and died in a hole like I suggested 19 years ago?'
'Let's hope not, I'd really be an orphan then'
I grab my bags and decided to take them to my room, since no one was here to help me obviously. Honestly, what kind of father figure doesn't help his stand in daughter with her bags!
Not to mention what kind of stand in father figure tidy's the nice messy room she had! I gawk at the clean room. Oh no he didn't I can't believe that man had enough nerve to wave his wand in my,, my sanctuary! It was the only place in the house he "allowed" to be remotely messy. Maybe he was having a girl over or something like that and just had to have everything in the house clean. Unless they were going 'bow-chicka-bow-wow' all over the house in that case I don't support him in any way, shape or form.
Happy boring arse Christmas Eve to me, I could have stayed at the Weasley's longer but no I was excited to get back here, to an empty house. Where the heck is the house elf anyways?
"SEV-ER-RUS!" I divide the name up hearing a thump from his bedroom, okay now I really hope it wasn't a girl. 'I second that'
I hear heavy feet on the floorboards from behind his closed and probably locked door, before it's yanked open. My hands fly to my eyes covering them in horror at what might greet me.
"If you are quite finished I would like to finish wrapping the presents you most likely don't deserve" a bored voice says making me open a finger slot so I could look out properly. Oh. Present did he say?
"What no hello Lizzie? I missed you? I'm happy your home? By the way I cleaned your bedroom and I apologize?"
"Good Evening Elizabeth, it's good to see you arrived home safely for it has been very peaceful in this house and I would absolutely shudder at the thought of that peace being disrupted. I had your room clean because I couldn't stand looking into that hole you call a bedroom; your things are where they should be. Now if you excuse me I have things to do and I'm sure you have unpacking to complete till I can entertain you myself"
With that said he disappears once more leaving me shocked in the hallways. Well I could think of one way to unpack, just dump everything onto the floor you say?
But of course.