Chapter four is here!
"What are you reading?"
Dominique, James and Lorcan had sat talking for a couple of hours before Dominique had insisted that the boys go to the toilets to get changed.
"Why do we need to go to the loo's to get changed, why can't you?" James had whined.
"Because I'm a girl," She had replied.
"Exactly! You and Alice usually go so that you can do your makeup." He had said.
"Oh James, are you saying that I need to do my makeup?" She had sighed.
"Umm… yes?"
"You'll never get a girlfriend with that line, James, and Amorette Zabini will never look at you. Now, please leave."
"A book," Dominique replied without looking up.
"Hilarious." The person retorted.
Looking up, she raised an eyebrow at the boy leaning against the frame of the door.
"What do you want, Lucas?" She asked.
Lucas Nott, fellow fifth year, was kind, sarcastic, witty and arrogant and Lysander Scamander's best friend. Lucas had chocolate brown hair and caramel eyes. Dominique knew that he'd had a few girlfriends and many girls after him, and she obviously knew why; Lucas was incredibly good looking, he flirted mercilessly with every girl that breathes, and he was very rich.
"I just wanted to talk to you." He shrugged. "Where's Longbottom?"
"I have no idea," Dominique answered. "She's not answering her phone and she never turned up here."
"Have you been looking for her?" He asked, walking into the compartment and flopping down next to her.
"No, but that's a good idea." She said, wondering why they hadn't done so already.
"You know, Weasley, for someone so clever you can be highly stupid." He said, shuffling closer to her.
"Wow thanks," Dominique replied, rolling her eyes.
"I see you've curled your hair." Lucas observed, reaching up to curl a bit around his fingers.
Dominique moved her head back and frowned.
"Yeah, my cousin got me to do it during the summer."
It was true, Eleanore had gotten her to start curling her hair- claiming that it would get rid of 'her natural kink'- but she couldn't understand why Lucas noticed nor why he cared.
"And which cousin would that be? Rose or Molly? They're the only girls near your age unless it wasn't a girl cousin."
"No offence, but why do you even care? And for your information, it was my cousin on my mum's side, Eleanore."
"I care because I'm interested in you." He replied smoothly.
Dominique narrowed her eyes at the boy, who was sitting unnaturally close to her.
"You're interested in me?" She repeated.
"Yes, you're interesting, Dominique."
Lucas was practically on top of her by the point and Dominique was pressed up against the cool window.
"You're interested in me because I'm interesting?"
"What the actual fuck?!" James' voice shouted.
Dominique jumped about 10ft in the air, banging her head off the window in the process, whilst Lucas barely even flinched as he turned to face the door. Standing there was not only James and Lorcan but also Lysander and Samuel. Dominique felt her ears grow hot as a blush spread from her neck to the roots of her hair.
My earlier statement was incorrect; this is how Dominique Weasley died of embarrassment.
"Oh," Lucas said, sounding hardly surprised at all. "Hello."
"Seriously, Dominique," James said. "What the hell?"
James never used her full name unless he was talking about her to someone or he was pissed with her.
She only now realised what this looked like; Lucas' leg was pressed up against her own, their heads were literally centimetres away from each other, she was very red in the face, Lucas still had his fingers wrapped around her hair, and holy hell was that is hand on her thigh? (When did that happen?)
"Um," She started nervously. "This isn't what it looks like."
'What the hell is wrong with me?!' She thought. 'This isn't what it looks like is the most cliché line ever!'
"Then why haven't you moved?" Lysander spat.
"Yes, Dominique, why haven't you moved?" Lucas asked, turning to face her again.
"I, um," She stumbled over her words as she scrambled through her brain for an excuse. Why hadn't she moved?
"Well I'd best be off," Lucas said, standing up. "Bye Dominique."
Breathing a heavy sigh of relief, Dominique just began to relax when all of a sudden she felt Lucas' lips upon her cheek. Eyes widening, she opened her mouth but found no words.
"Wha-" She began before coming to her senses.
She stood up and WHAM her palm collided with Lucas' cheek.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" She screamed.
Lifting his hand to his face, Lucas just smirked and turned around.
"Whatever, babe," He said as he walked out of the compartment.
Another thing about Lucas Nott is that he is an absolute tool.
"I am not your babe!" She shouted after him.
Dominique spun around to face the window and threw her hands up to her face in frustration. She heard the compartment door close and she let out a sigh.
"Domi?" Lorcan asked, speaking up for the first time.
"What?" She snapped, whipping round.
"What is wrong with you? I was only going to ask if you were ok." Lorcan growled, unusual for his easy going nature.
"I'm on my bloody period!" She shouted loudly, causing James to go bright red and his eyes to widen whilst Lorcan looked away sheepishly.
She snatched up her bag and stormed towards the door.
"And pun intended!" She added, before slamming her door behind her.
Her book lay forgotten on the floor, due to her angry escape from the compartment.
So, let me know what you think!