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Asking Them…
"Jason Zabini." As Vera finished her sentence I burst out laughing. I had to dive under my desk to hide the giggling fit I had. After a few minutes, I emerged, slightly calmer. Then I looked at Vera and got overcome with giggles again. I could see that she was laughing too. But Marley stared at both of us, completely nonplussed and obviously thinking we were both stark raving bonkers. But I couldn't stop. I was clutching my stomach. I was laughing so much, it hurt. Then suddenly I stopped. Quite bizarrely calmly, I told Marley about what happened on my first journey on the 'Hogwarts Express'. At the end of it Marley was laughing too.
"So does he recognise you?" she asked.
"I don't know. Probably. Can't do anything though. Most likely he's too scared he'll be flipped upside down again." I replied.
"Man, Vera! I can't believe you were just as bad three years ago," Marley said, half exasperated-half amused. Vera shrugged and smiled. I turned to her and grinned.
"I'll make him come along even if he remembers who I am." All three of us grinned at each other as Slughorn waddled towards us with the smile on his face which he saved just for me.
As we walked out of the dungeon, the crowd parted for our trio. We walked on, me in the middle, Vera on my left, Marley on my right, boys ogling at us, as if they just couldn't get enough.
"Uh! These bags are so heavy. I wish someone would carry them for us," Vera complained. A smile passed between us. Without stopping, I looked over my shoulder at three of the millions of boys staring at us. I snapped my fingers, and they immediately ran over. I smiled at them. Their eyes had glazed over with sheer pleasure. (AN: I'm not sure that makes sense but you know what I mean right?) I said softly,
"Would you boys mind carrying our bags for us?" Of course they wouldn't, but I had to ask. They instantly stepped forward and took our bags, then stepped back again. I threw them another of my smiles. They looked ready to faint with pleasure. I felt like laughing. It was so much fun doing stuff like this. They seemed to think that I was doing them a favour by simply letting them carry our bags. Hugo stepped up beside us; rolling his eyes. That's another thing he and Marley have in common. We exasperate and amuse them simultaneously.
"You three have a mission to bewitch all the boys in Hogwarts or something?" he asked us. Both Vera and I grinned at him and I said,
"Don't blame Marley, she's innocent!" He smiled and said,
"I don't doubt she's done her fair share of bewitching even if unintentionally." With a last grin and wink, he walked on. Vera and I smirked at Marley.
"He sure knows how to compliment, huh?" Vera said. Our poor friend blushed.
The three boys followed us all the way to the Gryffindor tower where we left them, still in a kind of trance. We had to tug our bags away. They seemed reluctant to let go of them. As we deposited our bags in our dorm, Marley seemed about to say something, but she decided not to and just shook her head and laughed.
As we walked down the stairs to the Great Hall I noticed Vera looking back over her shoulder repeatedly. Looking more closely, I realised that on the landing we had just passed, James was standing with a few of his friends. Marley seemed to have noticed too because she was smirking at Vera.
"Why don't you go ask him?" she said suddenly. Vera narrowed her eyes at her but then said,
"Fine I will!" She was blushing bright red and seemed weirdly nervous. It looked she was going to change her mind but then she shook herself, ran a hand through her hair, and walked back up to the stairs. She was walking with a slight swing in her hips. And as I watched her approach my brother and his Quidditch friends, I thought that either she had completely overcome her nervousness, or else she deserved a place in Hollywood for her superb acting. She walked up to James and tapped him on the shoulder. She had the element of surprise because when he turned round and saw an incredibly pretty girl standing looking at him with her silky grey eyes locked into his, he seemed momentarily speechless. He just stood there for a few seconds, gazing into her eyes. Vera took advantage of this momentary shock, and leaned upwards (James was a whole lot taller than her, as she was quite petite and he was quite tall) and kissed him softly on his lips. After a second or so, she drew back and smiled at him. I grinned from behind the pillar Marley and I were hiding behind. I knew that they both wanted more. Vera was just too clever in certain departments.
"James, will you take me to Hogsmeade tomorrow?" she asked.
"Sure thing, honey!" he replied with a grin. Vera smiled at him again and seemed just about to kiss him but instead she turned round and started heading back towards us. She had a satisfied smirk on her face. As soon as she got within earshot of us and out of earshot of them, she said,
"And that is how you perform the three Es." When Marley raised an eyebrow at her, she said in an obvious tone,
"Enchant, entrance and enthral! God Marley, sometimes I think you don't even belong to girl world."
"I don't, I belong to the real world," Marley replied, rolling her eyes. She seemed to do that a lot whenever she was in our vicinity. "And there seems to be a whole lot more rules in Girl World." I knew Marley wasn't in the least angry; it was just the sort of tone she used whenever Vera or I started one of our…conversations.
I strained my ears to hear what James and his friends were saying as we walked away. I just caught,
"You're so lucky, man! I would give anything to get her to do that to me." James was just staring at the place where Vera had gone out of his sight.
"But dude! How will you explain to Trisha?" James smiled and said, without looking away from the spot,
"I'll give her a kiss and whisper a few sweet words."
As I broke into my crusty roll and buttered it, I planned how to perform the three Es on Jason. I knew he would be slightly harder to crack than other boys because of what I had done to him the first time we met. Even at 11 I hadn't wanted to go out with him. In fact, I had not only turned him down, I had turned him upside down. It'd only be slightly tougher though, because, well, lets just say I have great feminine charm. I wondered where I could find him. Then I realised that I would have to go to one of their Quiditch practises and wait for him to finish. I smiled. Jason was in for a treat.
We were sitting by the fire, in our favourite squashy armchairs. Although it was only late afternoon, it was drizzling outside and it was pretty cold. Marley and Vera were finishing their homework, while Amber and I played exploding snap. I had allowed them to borrow my potions essay. They were practically copying it down. We were all sitting circled round a table. There was one empty chair. Just as I was thinking about this, the chair was filled by Hugo, who plopped down, muddy and exhausted. He had obviously just come from Quiditch practise where he played as a beater on the Gryffindor team. I was struck by a sudden idea. I had been wondering when the Slytherin Quiditch practises took place. They obviously didn't put up signs. Maybe Hugo would know.
"He-" I stopped as soon as I had started. Hugo was already talking to someone. That someone was Marley. Oh my god! I thought. She's asking him. And so she was. Blushing copiously while doing this may I add. It was pretty obvious she wasn't as practised at this as me and Vera. This is what she said. You'll see what I mean when you compare it to Vera's little piece.
"Um… Hugo…You know, tomorrow's a Hogsmeade visit, and… I'm not really going with anyone, and it's Valentine's Day so, I thought……maybeyoucouldtakeme." She finished in a rush, blushing even more deeply. I controlled my wish to roll my eyes at her. She was making a huge thing of this for no reason. I mean, this was Hugo. I saw him give her his easy smile.
"Sure," he said, happily. Marley beamed at him. Now was my chance.
"Hey Hugo!" I said. He turned to me and said with a mock bow,
"Yes Mademoiselle? How may I serve you?"
"I was just wondering…don't all the house teams fight for the pitch for practices? Or do you all practice together?"
"No," Hugo laughed, "we book the pitch for our practices." I knew this of course, having dated many a Quiditch player. However, I had to figure out when the Slytherin Quiditch practises were without Hugo realising why. He teased me enough anyway.
"So did some team come on after you?"
"Yeah, Slytherin. Why?" Perfect.
"No reason, just asking." I had to go catch him after the practise. Here I come, Jason.
I slipped upstairs to my dorm with some excuse about a book. I sat down next to my trunk, crossed-legged and started to flick through my many clothes.
Half an hour later, I stood in front of the mirror in a halter neck black dress with green piping, adding the finishing touches to my make-up. The dress was very short, showing off my curvy long legs. As I tied the last strap of my stiletto, Vera came in.
"My, my, my! Who's the victim tonight?" she exclaimed. Ignoring her question, as I knew she knew the answer, I spun round on my heels and asked,
"How do I look?"
"Gorgeous."
I stood at the edge of the pitch in a long beige coat with the hood up. My hair had to keep dry until the last moment, when I would lower my hood, getting it slightly wet and then messing it up slightly. I was aiming for a certain look.
If I squinted my eyes, I could see through the rain. Someone had scored. I wondered if it was Jason. I knew he played as Chaser. Suddenly I found that all of the players were rushing towards the ground. The practise was over. As they came closer, I could see them better. First I saw Jason. I had to admit; he both looked good and flew well. He raised one hand from his broomstick to sweep back his longish black hair which was now dripping with rainwater. Then I caught sight of Scorpius. His silver blonde hair was messed up and his grey eyes were sparkling with laughter. I had a sudden crazy wish that it was Scorpius Vera had chosen. I told myself it was because I would like to see the look on his face when I dumped him. I told myself it had absolutely nothing to do with how cute he looked, or the abs which I could see even through his robes. Or the biceps visible under his sleeves. Or his silky smooth hair which I just wanted to run my hands through. It was all to do with wanting to show the arrogant little smartass that he didn't own everyone.
I watched the boys go into their changing room and then after a few minutes I went over and leant against the wall. After a while of waiting, I heard the door open. I quickly lowered my hood and ran my hand through my hair and then shook my head. When I was done, I walked over to the figure, my stilettos sinking slightly into the soft ground. But as I got nearer, I realised that the figure was not Jason Zabini. This guy had silver-blonde hair and grey eyes. Scorpius. He looked me up and down appraisingly. I narrowed my eyes and glared at him. He just shrugged his shoulders and left. How dare he? How come he was always so impervious to my charm? I mean, sure I had glared at him. But most boys would have been glad if I had glared at them. But I didn't have time to be angry because a second later, Jason came out as well. I breathed out, clearing myself of my anger for Scorpius.
I flicked my hair away from my face and smiled at him alluringly, inviting him to come towards me. As he came up and stood in front of me, I draped my arm around his neck, and pulling him towards me, brushed his lips with mine.
"OK," he said. Huh?
"What?" I asked, perplexed.
"Well, you're either trying to get into my bed or just want to go with me to Hogsmeade." Go to hell you bastard!
"I think we'll settle for Hogsmeade," I said.
"For now," he added snootily. I felt like punching him really hard in the stomach but instead I just batted my eyelashes at him. Then, waggling my fingers at him, I whispered goodbye and left. Well someone would be boasting in his dungeon common room that night. At least he hadn't remembered our first meeting. But still, Slytherins could be such jerks.
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