A/N: Okay, here's the Gryffindors! I'm pretty sure this is a bit shorter than the last chapter, but I had a lot of you to introduce, and if I had gone into mega-detail we would've been here all day. And tbh, I'm eager to get onto the Ravenclaws, who are next!
Alright, goldeneyedgirl247, FredFanatic, Writting2StayHalfSane, Sara Winters, look for your characters, because they're here! Hope you don't mind what I made you do. :p PM if you have any concerns, suggestions, whatev about the next Gryff installment.
"You can't have a thing for the D.A! That's just too fucking strange," Lavender Brown chastised Aly Night from her place, stretched out, on the floor. Aly rolled her eyes and turned the page of her month-old issue of NYLON.
"It's not like it's intentional. You should know better than anyone that sometimes you can't control yourself." Lavender winced at the intentional stab at her brief stint with Ron, in which she had lost her virginity in a sub-par session of "love-making" two weeks after they had gotten together.
"Whatever. It's still fucking weird." Lavender blew on her wet nails, freshly painted in China Glaze's 'For Audrey', an almost exact match to Tiffany's signature blue. "I mean, Lee Jordan? He's… well, he's old."
Aly snorted, crossing her tanned, outstretched legs at the ankle. "He's only two years older than us, Lav. Hell, we had classes together when he was still here, so it's almost like he's the same age." Aly tossed her magazine aside and hopped off of her bed, going over to her set of drawers and the mirror above it. She brushed her wavy hair away from her face, scrunching up her nose. She ran her thumb under her eye, fixing the light smudge of eyeliner left there. "Are we going out tonight? Who's partying?"
Lavender stood from the floor, crossing the room to stand next to Aly, reaching for mascara that clearly wasn't hers. "You don't want to go out, do you? What would your precious D.A. say about that?," Lavender spoke slowly as she reapplied mascara to her lashes, her mouth parted. Aly snatched the mascara from Lavender's hand.
"He doesn't have to know, does he?," she drawled with a smirk that would be more suited to a Slytherin. Aly went to her armoire, digging out a bright orange sundress with crochet detailing from Urban Outfitters. She grabbed a bottle of Belvedere vodka from underneath a pile of crumpled clothes, shaking it in a playful manner. "Now are you going to change into something cute, or am I going out alone?"
"You need to go back to your dorm. It's late." Lee Jordan slipped his grey cotton tee shirt back over his head, covering the smooth, dark skin that had been exposed only moments before. He rubbed a wide hand over his face tiredly, holding back a sigh.
Hooking her bra back together, Abby Klick sighed for him. "I know, I know. You just said so ten minutes ago." She looked around the bed, pushing the covers aside in search of her own shirt. Thank God it was the only other piece of clothing she'd taken off. Lee looked at her and frowned.
"I'm sorry, Abs. I don't mean to be so… so -"
"Rude? Touchy? Uncaring? Cold? Heartless?" Abby hurriedly tugged on her American Apparel royal blue v-neck shirt, eager to leave Lee's room and return to her own, where she could curl under the covers of her bed and cry. Cry, or drink, or just consume massive amounts of chocolate that would undoubtedly cause her to break out the next day.
Lee shook his head, his long dreads flopping about lazily with the motion. "Don't be like that, Abby." Abby guffawed.
"Like what? Hurt? Lee, you promised. You promised that when we got here nothing would change. You said that things would be the same as they were this summer." Abby buried her face in her hands, her long auburn hair falling around like a curtain.
Lee stood up, going over to his dresser, picking up a rubber band left sitting alone. He slid it around his dreads, pulling them back from his face. "It's just not that easy, Abby. I'm expected to be your dorm advisor. If I got caught with you, I'd be out of the job, and facing possible charges. You know-you know that I want to be with you. It's just not that easy, alright?"
"Oh, fuck you, Lee, if you think that's true," Abby hissed from the bed. She'd just been starting to trust him. He'd seemed like the perfect boy over summer, and now he was going back on promises, changing in ways she didn't want to admit.
"It is true, Abby," Lee said exasperatedly. He placed both hands on the flat surface of his dresser, unable to face her. "It's dangerous. You're only sixteen. I'm nineteen, and your dorm advisor. I'm supposed to look after you, not be with you like this." Abby felt the burn of tears in her throat and eyes but she'd be damned if she cried in front of Lee.
"Well then don't be with me," Abby breathed, standing up from the bed and grabbing her Vans. "And I'm seventeen, you asshole."
Seamus Finnigan slammed his empty Carling can down onto the table in the middle of the attic room of the Gryffindor dormitory. A few empty cans rolled from the table and onto the floor, unnoticed by the rest of the partiers.
"Tastes like piss," he said loudly, "But there's a lot of it!" He swung around drunkenly, his arm reaching out and wrapping around Aly's shoulders, pulling her close to him. Aly swayed uneasily in her Minnetonka fringed boots, grinning when she saw it was only Seamus.
"Aly, Aly m'dear," Seamus breathed and Ali grimaced at the overpowering stench of alcohol. "So glad to see you back in top form, if you get what I mean." He winked lewdly and Ali rolled her eyes.
"Fuck off, Seamus," Aly said sweetly, pushing the sandy-haired Irish boy away.
Stumbling backwards, Seamus promptly bumped into a petite girl who was staring at him with wide green-eyes. Her shirt had the words 'Be Juicy' in big pink letters, and Seamus squeezed his eyes shut, blocking out the words that were cleverly placed over her chest.
"Jane!" The girl jumped at his outburst and giggled femininely.
"Hi, Seamus," she said, her voice high-pitched and light. "Have a good summer holiday?"
Seamus leered at the girl openly, before shaking his head like a wet dog and nodding. "An absolutely lovely summer, milady. Yourself?" Jane shrugged, nodding.
"I didn't see you at any parties," she said, looking up at him through her lashes. "I expected you'd at least be at Dean's when his parents were gone on holiday to Ibiza." Resting a large hand on Jane's delicate shoulder, Seamus shook his head.
"I was st-… studying abroad! In America. Believe it or not, I was doing something productive," Seamus said, each word becoming longer than the one before it, proof of how absolutely smashed he was. Jane smiled interestedly, her heart pounding in her chest at every small smile she received from the broad boy that towered in front of her.
"Are you playing goal for the football team again?," Jane asked, eager to keep the conversation going.
Seamus nodded, reaching for the cup in Jane's hand and taking a gulp of the cranberry juice and Malibu concoction. "I am, but if Draco doesn't stop shitting up the field, I might just quit. I mean, he was our star forward last year, and now he might as well play for fucking Blackburn. They're shit enough as it is, they wouldn't mind."
Jane only nodded again, not knowing a thing about the most popular sport in the world. It didn't matter though, did it? She had captured Seamus' attention, and that was a feat in itself.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I see an absolutely beautiful bird over there-," he pointed a stubby finger, "and I must go say hello."
And then he was gone.
Sara Winters watched Seamus as he lumbered across the room in her direction, shaking her head. She needed to think of something quick before that big, drunken mess of a boy attacked her. Because he more than likely would, as he was completely shameless when intoxicated. Shameless Seamus, they liked to tease him, and he always latched onto Sara when he had been drinking.
She looked around, anxiously tugging on her earlobe, a nervous habit. Spotting Harry Potter, she marched over to him, the heels of her boots clicking against the wooden floorboard. Harry looked up from where he was sitting alone, on a ratty maroon couch, his eyes bloodshot in the familiar way that only happens after smoking marijuana.
"Just… be cool, okay?," Sara said hurriedly, hesitating only a few seconds before placing herself in Harry's lap, her arms around his neck.
Harry watched her with confusion in his eyes, but made no complaints. Sara glanced over, seeing Seamus still approaching, his hand raised in greeting. She turned around quickly, smashing her lips onto Harry's in a very ungraceful kiss. Harry's eyes widened momentarily before he sighed contentedly, returning the kiss with a stoned slowness. Sara, surprised at the warm feeling in the pit of her stomach, let her eyes slide closed as she continued kissing one of the most popular, and good-looking, boys in the entire school. He didn't seem to mind, and she was intent on continuing until she felt a claw-like hand grab her shoulder and rip her away from Harry's mouth.
"You fucking cow!," Ginny Weasley screeched, red-faced as Sara tumbled to the floor from Harry's lap. "That's my boyfriend you're attacking!"
"Look, I can explain," Sara said, holding her hands up, not in the least worried about the gangly girl who currently was trying to look as threatening as she could.
"I'm sure you can, but I'd rather not hear it," Ginny growled, raising her hand in an imminent slap. Sara rolled her eyes, grabbing Ginny's hand before it could connect with her cheek.
"Let's not fight. You're what? Fucking fourteen?," Sara drawled, inconspicuously taking out her stud earrings.
Then, shit hit the fan.
"Lav? Lavvy-loo… where are you?," Aly whispered rather loudly as she stumbled back to the dorm. She hoped Lavender was already there, because she couldn't find her key and she wasn't keen on being locked out. A door in front of her swung open and Aly almost fell backward, grabbing onto the door handle to keep from hitting the ground.
"Have you been drinking?," Lee Jordan asked tiredly, staring at the girl who was currently clutching at his door in an attempt to keep her ground.
Aly snorted. "No. We're not allowed, duh." She rolled her eyes. "Would you spank me if I had been?," she asked flirtatiously, emboldened by her drunken state. Lee blinked at the girl, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Stand up straight," he commanded in a low voice. "Do you know how to get back to your dorm, or shall I escort you?" He knew the girl had been drinking, and that he should report her, but he'd been in her shoes once, and, for some reason, just couldn't bring himself to do it.
"A private escort for moi?," Aly asked with a giggle. She held her hand out. "Lead the way, Mr. Jordan." Lee only shook his head, his hand wrapping around the girls arm as he dragged her down the hallway.
"Which number?," he asked gruffly and Aly had to concentrate hard to remember.
"203," she finally said with a triumphant smile. Lee led her to the dorm, unlocking it with his master key. Snoring could be heard from inside and he sighed, happy that her roommate had at least made it back safely.
"Kiss me," Aly whispered, grabbing Lee's arm before he could turn and leave her, as he had intended.
"You're drunk," Lee said slowly. "And you need to go to bed, before I'm forced to report you to the Headmaster." Aly rolled her eyes, leaning up on her tiptoes until her lips were a hairsbreadth away from his.
"You're going to kiss me," she said, her voice low.
And he did.