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Chapter Six: All I Ever Wanted (Me Without You)
Although the night was exciting for Trina and Oliver, the rest of them trooped up the stairs to the Gryffindor Common Room, wondering what the hell they were going to do for the rest of the night. Fred and George walked slightly ahead of them, whispering madly into each other's ears.
"Let's just take the revolving stairs," Miranda suggested. "I really can't be bothered walking all that way."
They had just arrived at the portrait of Merlin when Louis appeared.
"Hey Miranda. I thought we were going to hang out tonight."
"No," Miranda corrected. "I said we could hang out later when I was free and anyway I want to spend time with some of my friends as well."
"B-But . . . we . . . I'll miss you," Louis stammered.
"I was with you all day," Miranda pointed out. "I just need a little girl time."
"Respect the lady's wishes, mate," Fred butted in. "And if you'll excuse us, we have some business to attend to."
Louis had a slightly disgruntled look on his face but nevertheless still turned around, grumbling, and walked down the corridor. Miranda threw Fred a grateful look as Grace slung an arm over her shoulders.
"Glad he's finally gone," George said. "Are we going to get this party started?"
Grace suddenly realised what he and Fred had been whispering about.
"I thought we were just going to sit in your dorm and do nothing?" Lara asked.
"As exciting as that sounds, I think I'll go with the party," Ciara said with a roll of her eyes.
After Ciara, Grace and Miranda convinced Lara and Hannah to 'let loose on a Saturday night', they bid the boys farewell as they headed down to the kitchen for food and drinks.
"Well I'm sure Trina's having a great time anyway," Hannah sighed, making her way up the revolving stairs behind them.
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Two and a half hours later music was thumping out of the radio in the boys' dormitory.
"Don't you want me, baby?" Ciara and Grace screamed at the top of their lungs. "Don't you want me? Ohhh!"
Around them almost everyone was sprawled in some way, shape or form on a bed. Miranda was perched on the end of Fred's bed, half-drunk Butterbeer in hand, shaking with laughter at their terrible dancing.
Just as the song ended, the door to the dormitory opened and in walked Trina and Oliver. Their hands were intertwined tightly. It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened.
"Oh my god, congratulations!" Lara screamed.
Ciara and Grace were the first ones to get to Trina. They pulled her away from Oliver into a giant hug, questioning her all the while.
"How did he ask you?" Grace inquired.
"Where did he take you?" Ciara probed.
"Did you kiss?" Miranda teased. She made smooching noises at Trina along with puckered lips.
As Trina gushed over he answers to their questions, the boys slapped Oliver on the back.
"You finally plucked up the courage, mate," Fred congratulated.
"Don't know what's so hard about it," Lee grumbled. "Six little words and you get a girlfriend."
"Then again," Fred started.
"She could reject you," George finished. Wicked grins spread across both of their faces.
In the excitement, nobody seemed to notice Trina and Oliver catch each other's eyes, sweet smiles lifting their lips.
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The sun poured through the windows of the boys' dormitory. The five beds were empty; most of them messy and unmade. The room was quiet except for the snores from where Grace and Miranda were curled up in a corner.
To celebrate Trina and Oliver's happy night, Fred and George went back to the kitchens for another round of Butterbeers. Oliver, Trina, Hannah and Lara headed to their own rooms at eleven' o'clock. The party died down quickly after that but Miranda, Ciara and Grace ended up sleeping there for the night.
Grace stirred. Her eyes blinked many times to adjust to the bright light. It took her a few moments to come to her senses and realise that someone had draped her with a Weasley blanket during the night. Throwing it off her, she clambered to her feet.
Among George's clothes she managed to find a jumper and shirt that fit her. By the time she had freshened up in the bathroom Miranda was awake and dressed in Fred's clothes. Yawns cut off their morning greetings. They both headed down to breakfast together.
"Miranda!" a voice called from behind them.
"Oh, hey, Louis," Miranda said, waving slightly.
"I missed you last night," he said.
Grace scoffed at the cheesy, romantic boy.
"Oh, well, we had fun," Miranda informed him. "Lots of Butterbeer and happy couples."
Grace's stomach reminded her of where they had originally been heading.
"How come you're wearing one of Fred's shirts?" Louis interrogated.
"I think I'm going to go to breakfast, Grace interrupted. Miranda glared daggers into the back of her head. "See you later."
As Grace descended the marble staircase, she could hear Miranda say, "I borrowed his shirt. It got late so Grace, Ciara and I slept in his dormitory. Grace is even wearing one of George's shirts!"
Watching Louis and Miranda argue made Grace thank Merlin that she didn't have a boyfriend. Just as she tiredly made her way across the fourth floor corridor she caught sight of Harry and Ron in front of her.
"Morning boys," she smiled. "Heard you had your detention last night."
Ron groaned loudly.
"Filch made me clean the entire trophy room. Without magic. I did get to bed until past midnight," he complained.
Grace snorted.
"I do that willingly in the hospital wing," she said, laughing at Ron's appalled face. "What about you, Harry?"
"Replying to fan mail with Lockhart," he grimaced. His mouth was open to say more but was interrupted by a boy running towards them, screaming Harry's name.
"Hiya Harry!" he said breathlessly.
"Hi Colin," Harry replied. "We should get to breakfast. Grace is really hungry, aren't you?"
At Harry's pleading eyes, Grace nodded her head fervently. Colin turned to Grace, his eyes widening.
"You're Grace Potter aren't you?" he recognized. "People don't really mention you as much but you're still really famous. Is it true that you were in Harry's crib when You-Know-Who attacked?"
"Yeah," Grace answered.
"Can I get a photo of you and Harry? Please?" he begged.
As much as Grace didn't want her photo taken while her eyes were red and hair messy, the young boy's eyes were so happy that she just couldn't resist.
"I don't think Grace really wants her picture taken, Colin," Harry was explaining.
"No, no, no, Harry, it's fine," Grace assured him.
Colin's grin said it all. Grace wrapped an arm around Harry's waist and smiled for the camera. Colin took the photo in a flash, thanked them many times over and raced away.
"So . . . looks like you've got yourself a fanboy?" Grace laughed.
"Shut up," Harry grinned but it quickly faded and his face turned serious. "Grace, when I was in Lockhart's office last night, I heard a voice. It said it wanted to tear and kill."
"It wasn't just someone playing a prank on you and Lockhart in the corridor was it?" Grace asked.
"No, Lockhart couldn't hear it," he answered.
"You don't think you were just tired?" Grace frowned. Really, she knew that Harry wouldn't make a mistake like that but the thought of someone wanting to tear and kill scared her so much that she hoped he did.
"No, I definitely heard it," Harry insisted.
"Hearing voices isn't necessarily a bad thing," Grace started cautiously. "But it sounds like it so be careful. You never know, though, we do go to a magical school. Hogwarts does have many secrets; one of them might just be floating voices. Just tell me if it happens again."
"Yeah thanks Gracie," Harry said.
He left her to go sit with Hermione, giving her a small wave goodbye. Grace headed off to her own friends.
She could barely contain her yawns while pouring her milk.
"See that's why you don't stay up so late," Lara scolded.
"I thought it was so your boyfriend doesn't accuse you of cheating," Miranda sighed as she sat down next to Grace.
"What happened?" Grace asked, handing Miranda the jug of freshly brewed coffee.
"Oh the usual," she said. "He thought I had 'slept with Fred'. I told him I hadn't and now he's sulking. I honestly don't know if I'm more annoyed at Fred for being Fred or Louis for being a possessive, little brat."
"You know what I think?" Fred said. "I think you should ditch the scrawny Ravenclaw and see how great Fred Weasley is."
Even as she laughed along with everyone else, near crying at Miranda's outraged expression, Grace couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that was brewing in her tummy.
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