Chapter 4

"Lyra, you ready yet. Geez girls take so long to get dressed." Blaise is lucky he's family or he would have found himself on the wrong end of my wand. As it is, I just grit my teeth and send a mild stinging hex his way. Satisfying at the yelp that reached my ears. It took a while to figure out what we would would do with the identity problem. We finally decided to just hire squib actors and make them take the unbreakable vow. It was unnerving how fast they got our personality and manerisms down. Well the ones we show to the public anyway.

"Temper temper, Lyra sweetie you know he's just nervous." You got to love Pans easy way to defuse a situation.

"Oi, I'm not nervous. In case any of you have forgotten; this is just the VERY FIRST LIVE show we're performing. You know in front of people. A whole CASTLE full of people!"

Oh no, Blaise ain't nervous. Who could possibly come to that conclusion, I thought sardonicly. I didn't say anything though, just joined the rest of our group in staring silently till he huffed and turned away, a curious shade of pink finding its way down his neck.

"Yeah well, it's a big school."

"We're aware." Naturally Trace would find amusement in this. If Pans was the peace maker, Trace would be the clown. Also prone to rile than alliviate. It makes for a friendly yet devious sort of rivalry.

With a last line of eyeliner, (the only makeup I'm comfortable wearing; I am a guy) and a deep cleansing sigh I'm ready.

The only thing more disturbing than watching yourself calmly eating and interacting with the other Defyers, who I know are right behind me, is watching Ronald Weasley tring to act cool and inviting. Or atleast I think thats what he's doing. Really he just looks constipated wiith a giant stick up his arse. It was only thanks to being a slytherin with great determination that I didn't hurl from sheer skittishness. As it is, I wasn't so sure singing onstage was going to get any easier. To be honest I didn't think I wanted it to. I liked the feel of adrenaline I got when i'm up there, knowing the students can't recognize me and are so easily fooled by actors of all things. I liked having to lose myself to the music just to get through this gig. One look around me and I can I tell that I wasn't the only one. Even Lilac (milli) is smiling, swaying to the beat of the song.

Afterwards, I want nothing more than to kill Dumblefuck. The plan was the squibs get to go home when the singing was done so that we could go back to our place as OURSELVES. Instead the Old Coot decided it'd be nice if they got to stay and we interact with the student body. After all 'they did so look foward to finally meeting you'. Sev laughed, the traitor. Only good thing was the Weasel had yet to corner me.

Though with the way this night is going that'll surely change; I thought as I signed another autograph.

"Whatup." Speak of the devil.

I turned around, an obviously fake smile on my face. "Hi, can I help you."

"Just wondering how long you've been so beautiful." My fake smile grew faker.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" I covertly looked around, praying for an escape. I saw Nye (Blaise) and the bloody bastard just winked. God I was so going to kill him. A look to the left had Sheila (Pans) and the soon to be dead Defy Duo (Tori and Daphne) turning away. Not that it did much good; I saw the smirks. Yep, they were all dead.

"..out with me." I snapped my head back around and almost flinched, Too close .

"I'm sorry what." I was hoping to Merlin that if I play this ignorant part right he'd drop it and not ask again.

"Will you go out with me?" No such luck.

I had to think fast, I remember to well what he said he'd do if I rejected. Too close and coming closer. Think Lyra think. I looked around now officially desperate, which is the only reason I even entained what I did next, let alone did it.

"I'm in love with my boyfriend."

He pulled back "who." It was wispered like a curse.

I caught sight of that unruly mop of hair again and practically ran for him. I only had a second to lock eyes with such glittering green before I had lached onto his arm like a lifeline.

Weasel looked like he just swallowed a live chicken complete with sour sauce. I continued before he could explode, like only a redhead could.

"I confessed a while ago and he said yes though we agreed it'd be best kept a secret so we didn't tell anyone even our friends or family. He told me his best mate liked me and he wanted to tell you but I didn't want him too cause I thought you'd get mad at him and he'd lose his friend. And I didn't want to be the reason that he lost his best mate, he talks a lot about you and Granger and I know he thinks of you as family. Are you mad?" I babbled and whispered at the end clutching tighter to Harr...Potters arm.

I bit my lip never losing eye contact with him. It was a long time before he answered and I was strung tighter than a guitar.

"...no I suppose I can't be mad. Guess you'll just need to be included in the fold now." My eyes widened, realizing exactly what I got myself into with those words. I finally looked around and couldn't help but gulp. It was quiet and just about every pair of eyes was on me ranging from envy to anger to shock. Near the door, amused ,do they take nothing seriously, were my friends. Almost unwillingly my eyes finally landed on amused, knowing green. I couldn't look away.

Oh, did he always have flecks of gold in his eyes...Merlin I'm in soooo much trouble.

I absently wondered if there was a cliff I could handily throw myself off.