A/N: Personally, I think this sucks, but at least it's longer than the last few chapters have been! :p This was kind of challenging, as it's the first chapter that combines characters. OH WELL. I hope you enjoy the mega-scandal! I have lots planned for the next chapter! (Which I will more than likely begin as soon as I'm finished uploading this one. ) Much love, ladies!
Aly groaned, taking a small sip from her bottle of sparkling mineral water. She pulled her straw fedora farther down on her head, avoiding eye contact with Lavender, who had just sat down across from her.
"Not eating lunch?," Lavender asked, playing dumb to the obvious fact that Aly was hung over. Aly shot Lavender a look, hoping to shut her up.
" How'd you get back to the dorm last night?," Lavender continued, taking a bite of the Golden Delicious apple in her hand. Aly smiled.
"That absolutely gorgeous man right there," she drawled, waggling her fingers at Lee, who was sitting with the D.A.s from the other three dorms. He nodded inconspicuously in response.
Lavender groaned. "You didn't do anything with him, did you?" Aly's smirk widened. Lavender sighed, setting her apple down on her lunch tray. "He's our D.A. You'll get him fired." Rolling her eyes, Aly reached over, taking Lavender's apple and biting into it.
"Stop being so sour. He knew exactly what he was doing," Aly said with a playful wink. Lavender paled and choked the swig of apple juice she'd just taken. "We kissed. Twice. And that was it. I think he thought I was too drunk to remember. But oh, do I remember…"
Lavender only shook her head. "Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but I heard he already has a girlfriend. Ron mentioned something about it once, when we were with Fred and George. And it sounded like she was a long-term fixture, if you know what I mean."
"Has that ever stopped me before?," Aly asked pointedly. "I mean, really, Lav. Has it?"
"I guess not."
Sara Winters picked up her Physics textbook, making sure she was perfectly concealed behind it. Ginny had just walked in and it was like her shiny black eye was screaming, "Look at me! Fucking look at me, Goddamit, all of you!" Everyone, it seemed, had turned in their seats to whisper behind their hands and stare. Sara only shrunk lower behind her textbook, hoping the redhead hadn't noticed she was there.
"Hiding from my girlfriend?," Harry Potter asked with an amused smirk, sitting on the bench next to Sara. "Scoot over a bit; I want to hide, as well." Sara jumped, though she complied without question. Then, after her momentary lapse of reason, she turned on him.
"What do you think you're doing? What if she sees us?," Sara hissed. "I am not trying to get in a fight with her again. I nearly lost a chunk of hair last night, and there's not much there as it is." Harry only rolled his eyes.
"Just be cool – okay?," he said teasingly, a direct repeat of her words from the night before. "She's not going to do anything. Especially not with her eye looking like that. I'd be willing to wager that by tomorrow it's turned a nice purpley-yellow shade." Sara laughed despite herself, snorting embarrassingly. She turned a pretty shade of pink, but Harry only smiled with amusement.
"Y'know," he said, standing up, "Anytime you need to spontaneously make-out with someone? I'm your man." Sara's eyes widened, before she broke out grinning. Girlfriend, she told herself, He has a girlfriend. Oh, fuck it.
"You can't hide in here, forever, Abs," Lee said from the doorway, his shoulder leaning into the doorjamb. Abby removed her headphones, pushing a few buttons on the switchboard until the bright 'On Air' light blinked off.
"You're right, I can't. But from four to seven, I'm the DJ, so until then, I'm fine where I am," Abby retorted, leaning back in the black leather office chair. Lee stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.
"And as the man running the school's radio station, I'm telling you to leave. You've been here since two, and its five now. I'll substitute until MacMillan comes." Lee went over to the switchboard, reaching for the headphones. Her hand shooting out, Abby grabbed the headphones at the same time as Lee.
"No," she said firmly. "I have the extra time, and this is a student-run station. Now, if you wouldn't mind, commercial break is almost over and I have to get back on the air." Lee reached over, sliding one of the knobs on the board and hitting the play button.
"Now you have three more minutes, at least, to talk to me," Lee said seriously as the song began.
"What is there to talk about, Lee? I thought we decided last night…" Abby stopped, shaking her head, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms.
"We didn't decide anything. You did. And I'm here to tell you I don't agree. I should be with you, regardless of what you think." Abby's front teeth sunk into her bottom lip and her foot tapped against the wood floor anxiously. She didn't want him to continue, she didn't want to hear his sweet words.
Lee came around to stand in front of her, finally kneeling, so that they were almost eye-level. "Abby, you mean something to me. I'm not letting you go that easily. I don't care what you think, I'm not."
"I can't… It's really hard to trust you, Lee. You have to understand that." Her fingers were itching to touch him, and she stuffed them into her jeans pockets to stop herself.
"Try for me, okay?," Lee said gently, picking up the headphones and sliding them back onto her head. "You're on the air."
Jane was the first person to get the text from Seamus. She'd been filing her nails in the back of the library when her phone buzzed from inside her purse. In a practiced way, she took out her phone, hiding it under her desk as she opened the message. It had taken her a full ten seconds to recover, however, after seeing that it was a text from Seamus.
Find a radio rite nw! Turn it 2 the skool statn! WHO IS THT?!
Jane stared at the words for a second before frowning with confusion. Who even listened to the school's radio station anymore? She sighed. Standing up, she packed up her things and headed off in search of a radio. Maybe she'd find the same one Seamus was currently listening too…
Find a radio rite nw! Turn it 2 the skool statn! WHO IS THT?!
"What?," Abby said quietly to herself. She didn't know the number that had sent her the message, so she knew it was a forward, going around the school. Being that she'd only left the studio an hour ago, she figured she'd better tune in. Leaving Lee in charge, she hadn't thought anything bad would happen, but apparently something big was going down.
Using the radio on her laptop, Abby picked up the station and what she heard caused her mouth to drop open and her eyes to pop out of her head.
"Ohh, yes…" Abby was completely floored by the feminine moaning being broadcasted over the radio station. She couldn't tell whose voice it was, and she wasn't sure she really wanted to know. Self-consciously, she turned the volume on her computer down, lest her roommate walk into a very awkward situation. The breathy moaning and groaning continued and Abby was lost. Why would Lee be broadcasting some porno voiceover on his prized station? He could get in serious trouble for that, couldn't he? He'd seemed so worried last night about trouble – Maybe this was his way of proving to her that he didn't care about what the school did to him, that he really did want to be with her no matter what. Abby was convinced.
Until she heard Lee's familiar voice come out of the speaker's, urging the female voice on to do God-knows-what.
Lavender turned her radio off, staring blankly at the screen in front of her. Aly had said she'd be right back, that she was only going down to the station for a minute, to see if they needed volunteers. That had been forty-five minutes ago and there was no mistaking the female voice being broadcasted right now. Lavender rubbed her eyes with the heels of her palms tiredly. What had gotten into that girl? Aly just had to be her roommate, didn't she?
Oh well, she wasn't going to be the one to tell her this time.
"Do you hear this, mate?," Blaise asked as Draco walked in through the doors of the dormitory. The Italian boy was currently lounging on the plaid couch of the Commons, Daphne curled up beside him, cheeks tinged red. An old black radio sat on the short table in the center of the couch and chairs. Draco frowned.
"What the fuck are you listening to?," Kat said loudly, coming from the stairwell that led up to the third floor girl's dorms. Blaise sat up on the couch, grinning broadly.
"Some jokers are broadcasting their little fuck-sesh over the school station," he said, unable to contain his chuckle of amusement. Kat wasn't paying attention though; she'd turned around after realizing Draco was there, heading back towards the stairs. Draco shook his head at Blaise, who was currently fiddling with the controls of the radio, trying to find something better to listen to, before heading to the stairwell.
He took the steps two at a time until he could reach out and grab Kat's elbow, which he promptly did, sending her flying backwards into him.
"Why would you do that?," Kat seethed when she'd regained her balance on the step above Draco's.
"Why were you in my bed?," Draco hissed, running a hand anxiously through his shaggy platinum hair.
"What?" Kat's face scrunched up in confusion and she comprehended his words. She bent over, picking up the tortoise-shell Ray-Ban Wayfarers that had fallen from her pocket when he'd grabbed her. "You don't remember?" Draco paled.
"We didn't have sex did we?" Kat noticed he seemed a bit too worried for the normal seventeen-year-old male.
"No," she said, rolling her eyes. "You were puking, so I took care of you, and then you asked me to lay with you. I was drunk, so I passed out there. Now, if you'll let me go back to my dorm…" Spinning on her three-inch heel, Kat turned, heading up the stairs.
"Thanks, kitten." She smiled.
"Madre de Dios," Audrey gasped, covering her mouth with both hands. "What the hell happened to you, Becca?" Becca only frowned, throwing the hairclip she'd just removed onto Audrey's bed.
"I woke up like this," Becca growled, running a hand through her now chin-length orange hair. "It was that bitch, I know it. She was pissed 'cause I walked in on her little nose party, so she cut my hair." Audrey stared at the choppy ends in shock. If she hadn't been out so late with Fred, she might've been able to muster up a bit more of a reaction, but she was about to fall asleep in her desk chair.
"I can cut it," she offered, hoping that Becca wouldn't burst into tears. It already looked as if she'd been crying for hours.
"Go for it," Becca sighed, going through Audrey's desk drawers until she found a pair of scissors. "It's not like it could possibly get much worse." Audrey took the scissors hesitantly, knowing she held her life in her hands. Becca was very particular about her hair.
"Trade me places," Audrey said gently, standing up from her chair. Becca sat down with a heavy sigh. "Can't you get reassigned to a new room? I've heard there are a few girls on our floor with singles."
"I don't want to get reassigned." Audrey raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, waiting for Becca to continue. "I want to be her roommate. If I wasn't, how could I get my revenge?"