Here is Chapter Five!

"Did you hear about Nott and that Weasley girl?"

Dominique's head snapped up as she sat in a toilet cubical with her head in her hands.

"Which one? You need to be specific, Lori." A second voice asked.

"The blonde, French one; I can't remember her name,"

"I think it's Dominic or something."

Dominique suppressed a laugh as she glared at the blood red door in front of her.

"Yeah, well anyway, her and Lucas Nott, y'know the really fit one? They were caught snogging in a compartment and they were all over each other, apparently." The girl sounded so excited to be telling this story. "And James Potter, her cousin, went completely off it and beat the shit out of Nott. Rumour has it that James and Dominic have this weird incest-y relationship and sleep with each other and stuff."

She could've laughed; she really could've, but if those rumours about her and James were really going round then people will think that she's a slag who sleeps with her cousin.

"No way!"

"It's, like, totally true."

'Who did these girls think they were? It's not a bloody episode of The Only Way is Essex!' Dominique thought.

"It's a shame about Lucas Nott, though." The second girl sighed. "And what is it with French girls?"

Dominique had had enough, standing up she grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder as she unlocked the door.

"Bonjour, ladies," She greeted, with a sweet smile. "Lovely day we're having."

"Dom-Dominic." The first girl; a brown haired, fourth year Hufflepuff (called Lori, according to the second girl); stuttered.

"Dominique." She corrected.

"How have been, Dominique?" The second girl asked.

Dominique's eyes drifted to the girl who obviously just wanted to know if the rumours were true. She knew who she was. Kaleigh Newell. A fourth year, Gryffindor, who spent her time gossiping, usually about the Weasley/Potter clan.

"Fine and dandy, Kaleigh, but you see now I have a problem." Dominique walked forward and dusted Kaleigh's shoulder, still smiling.

"Which is?" Kaleigh replied, with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, I've just heard two bitchy fourth years spreading shit about me and my cousin." Her voice was still sweet but it was laced with malice. "Now, say what you want about me and Nott because quite frankly I don't really give a fuck but do not say that I'm sleeping with James."

"Why?" Lori spat. "Afraid of people knowing the truth?"

"Seriously?" Dominique laughed. "You seriously think that James and I are shagging?"

Lori nodded and folded her arms across her chest.

"Oh my God! You do think that!"

"Well, obviously we do because it's the truth." Lori said, stubbornly.

"Ok, here's what's going to happen," Dominique said, darkly. "You are going to walk out of these toilets and you are going to never tell a soul what's about to happen. Is that understood?"

The girls nodded feverishly.

Dominique smirked before continuing, "I'm going to give you an ultimatum; you can either walk out of here harm free and we need never mention this to anyone and you two won't go around spreading things about me, or you can walk out of here and tell everyone those stupid rumours and I might just have to remind you of this conversation and the fact that I'm part Veela and part werewolf and that my uncle killed Voldemort."

The girls' eyes widened and they paled considerably. Dominique couldn't believe that they were buying all this.

"Not to mention, I'm sure James would want to have a little chat with the both of you if he found out you were the ones spreading these rumours." She shrugged. "Just remember that you can't hide from me, girls. Run along now."

Whimpering, the girls stumbled to the door and yanked it open before running through it.

'Well, that was eventful.' Dominique thought with a smile, 'Wait until I tell Alice, she'll have a fit'.

Laughing to herself, she walked out of the toilets and down the corridor. Several people stopped to look at her as she walked past their compartments, whispering to their friends as she did so. Not wanting to go back into the compartment with James and Lorcan, she walked past her previous compartment pointedly ignoring them when they tried to get her attention. A few compartments down she saw her cousin Molly, sitting with her best friend Natalie Corner who was laughing at something Molly had said. Several nasty rumours had gone around over the years that Molly and Natalie was a couple, but Dominique knew that Molly had feelings for Teddy.

"Do you mind if I sit with you for a bit?" Dominique asked after knocking on the glass window.

Dominique and Molly had always been quite close, due to being the only girls their age (despite Molly being a year older) other than Victoire, who preferred Teddy's company. But whilst Dominique would rather play Quidditch and play in the mud, Molly would rather bake and play with her dolls; thus creating a barrier between the two.

"Of course you can sit with us." Molly beamed.

Grateful, she took a seat beside her cousin.

"So," Natalie began. "What's this I hear about you and Nott being caught semi-naked together?"

Groaning, Dominique threw her head back in frustration. Could this day get any worse?

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