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I wasn't able to mope and pity myself for long, as the large doors to the potions classroom swung open, and in sped professor Snape, frown in place, hair shining in oil. Either that man didn't shower, or was seriously into the grease look. Either way, I had the number of an amazing stylist, and for the past year or so have been contemplating slipping it under his door.
"Open your books to page 15, today we will be working on a laughing potion, completely useless, but the advanced technique required should prepare some of those, less able," a pointed look was sent to the Gryffendor side of the room, causing me to roll my eyes discreetly, " and even the barely competent survive this course. As you all know, you all needed an O to get into this class, but I sense that the test was rather lax. This will weed out the talented from the incompetent."
I looked down at the page, and grinned, it was a lot of clockwise and counter-clockwise turning, and very precise chopping versus mincing, but it was short and should only take me half of the class.
"I will assign you all partners, as I doubt many of you could finish this and not cause an explosion of sorts." He added, and with a flourish of his hand, opened his notebook and began to read names aloud.
I crossed my fingers to get George, as much I would love to work with Fred, I was afraid I would ogle him and mess up the potion, or pass out from being in such close proximity. Either way, being his partner was not a good idea, although there was also the plus that George was the better of the two at potions, although Fred crushed him at transfiguration.
"Grace Harrison, and Alexander Diotrephes." He called out, essentially ruining my day with one sentence.
I could feel my stomach churn, and could picture the smirk on Alexander's face. Were the fates upset with me? Had I upset them in some way? In what universe was this ok. The little git must have bribed Snape or something, this was just too perfect for him, and much too in his favor. I swallowed the urge to protest, knowing that Snape would add detention, most likely with alexander just spite me.
I felt something grab my hand, startled, I looked up and saw Fred with an unreadable expression on his face.
"Good luck Gracey, let me know if he does anything." He said, seriously, though with a glint in his eyes, and I could sense that whatever plan he was preparing was going to be quite a doozy. And a small part of me was dancing as my name rolled off his tongue, it sounded so beautiful coming from him.
A doozy? Where did I even pick that up?
"You will be the first to know." I answered sarcastically, trying to muster a smile. Although I'm pretty sure it was more of a pained grimaced more suited to somebody with a stomach ache.
I grabbed my bag and hoisted it over my shoulder, walking over to Alexanders table as I was quite sure he wasn't planning on moving. I shot him a heated glare and sat down in the seat next to him, making sure to scoot away a few inches.
"I'm quite certain I bathed this morning, do I smell so offensive you have to crawl all the way over there?" I heard him say, and I bit my tongue to keep myself from shouting obscenities his way.
I swallowed my anger, and took a few calming breathes, "Alexander, please get the ingredients so we can get started, I'd really like to pass the class." I stated, hoping that he'd respond to my orders.
"I love a woman who knows what she wants." He said with a slow wink as he slid from the chair and glided over to the ingredients cabinet.
There, so long as we focused on the potions, id only have to concern myself with his little quips, and hopefully nothing more.
"Did you miss me?"
I squeaked as I felt hot breath on my neck and his voice in my ear and I grabbed to edge of the table, feeling my heart race and stomach churn.
I remembered being at the three broomsticks, drunk out of my mind for the first time, as Oliver had dumped me as he thought I was keeping him from focusing on the team, and the girls felt it only natural to go get wasted and gorge on food. I don't even know what compelled me to do it, or why, but it was soon too late.
"Love, I'd appreciate it if you'd pay attention." I looked up to see alexander sitting in his chair, watching me expectantly. I see, he wanted me to make the potion, and knowing Snape, alexander would get all the credit. Under normal circumstances Id force him to help, but I just wanted to get this done and get out.
I began chopping the many unicorn roots, and the rhythmic chopping of the night put me in a trance, and I returned to my memory.
It was all fuzzy, I never had much tolerance for alcohol, but I remember being in the alley, cold air blowing, alexander on top of me, I could barely move and I couldn't even see, as consciousness was escaping me, but I could feel hands all over me, hot breath on my neck, and my clothes being removed.
I woke up in a daze with a pounding headache in an unfamiliar place, naked and under some unfamiliar sheets, seeing Alexander dressing himself in front of a mirror. He wouldn't look at me, he pretended I didn't exist, told me we were in the rooms above the store next to the three broomsticks, pointed to my clothes and left. The walk home was filled with shame, the puddles on the ground ruined my shoes, but I was thankful that I wasn't in any sort of pain, as id heard your first time often left you sore. It had rained hard that night, but even the rain couldn't wash away what had happened.
I felt so dirty, so unclean, and I cried.
"I think those roots have learned their lesson dear." I looked up startled, to see alexander staring at me with curiosity. I looked down to see I had chopped them all, and was apparently about to go over them, which would undoubtedly ruin the potion.
I said nothing, and began tossing the ingredients into the cauldron, trying not to pay attention to his gaze, as he watched me complete or project in record time.
I shakily raised my hand, as Snape sneered at me and walked over to investigate the potion.
"A truly remarkable job, I suspect young Diotrephes here had quite time preventing you from mucking it up. You may leave."
I could feel my eyes water and I grabbed my things, rushing from the room as fast as I could heading in a random direction, just wanting to get out of the dungeons.
"Grace! Grace hold up!"
I couldn't believe that git actually had the nerve to follow me! I swung around with as much hatred as I could muster and shouted at him with all of the pain I had been carrying with me this past year.
"Leave me alone! Don't you get that I don't like you? You're disgusting!" I felt myself shout, and felt a weight lift off of my chest, as id never been able to release my anger at him, and it had been weighing me down. Finally I could get some closure.
He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, smiling a pained smile, and I could feel confusion replace my anger.
"You really are confused, aren't you?" he said, looking out the window at the Quidditch pitch.
"I'm confused? You're the one who's confused, taking advantage of me, and then treating me like garbage!" I said, feeling anger that he didn't feel any guilt for what he had done, what he had forced me to endure. I hadn't told anyone, I was alone in this because of him and the shame he made me feel.
"I never took advantage of you Grace, you're not my type." He said, running his hands through his hair, looking upset. He was upset? The nerve!
"Not you're type? Oh I see, because I'm not one of your usual model types, you were just filled with shame after what happened and decided to pretend it never happened, and that I never existed." I said, staring at him with malice.
"You don't get it. You want the whole story? Well, here it is. You threw yourself at me, in front of everyone. All over me, and we were being cheered on, so I took you outside to save face, it was raining, incase you don't remember. And by the time we got to the room you were soaked and unconscious, you really shouldn't drink by the way. Yes, I undressed you, but all I did was put you into bed. I undressed and slept on the couch. That, is what happened. I never touched you, I would never do that. I assumed you knew what happened and were going to go around the school ruining the reputation I've worked hard to build." He hissed in my face, shocking me as I never even saw him walk over.
"You're lying!" I hissed back, although, something was clicking in the back of my mind.
"You're not my type, I would never have touched you. I just wanted to get us out of there." He sighed dramatically, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples as I gazed at him doubtfully.
"Why should I even believe you?" I somehow squeaked out.
"I'm bloody gay you idiot!" He exclaimed in a hiss.
Suddenly, things were making a lot of sense. My gynecologist never mentioned birth control, or anything of the sort after my first exam that summer. The lack of pain. The fact that if I honestly thought about, as I had tried so hard not to since it happened, none of the hands touching me ever went anyplace, indecent. And my clothes had been hanging neatly on the back of the chair, and when alexander looked at me any time since then, it was never anything other than a smirk, or just observing what I was doing.
"If you're gay, why do you fool around with all those other girls?" questioned, I wasn't a fool, and I needed to make sure of everything.
He rolled his eyes, " I don't have to fool with anyone dear, all I have to do is wink at a girl and suddenly by the next day I've snogged her in apparently three broom closets, and many other things before lunch." He said, waving his hand in a dismissive manner.
"You have got to be kidding me." I murmured. Stumbling back against the wall, holding my hand to my forehead. I had made myself miserable over something that had never even happened, that he had never done.
"Don't beat yourself up over it, I should have clarified things from the beginning. I was just under the impression that you'd tell the whole school about this. Do you know what would happen to me if word got out? If word got to my parents?" I saw pain flicker across his face as he mentioned his parents and felt sadness for him, which shocked me quite a bit..
"Your parents don't know?" I asked, shocked at the idea of hiding something so major from the people you live with.
"Of course not. I don't even want to think about what would happen to me if they found out." He growled, leaning on the wall beside me and staring angrily at the wall ahead of us, so many emotions swirling around in his eyes.
I nodded in understanding, I didn't know on a personal level what he was going through, but I could imagine he may be disowned, left all alone in the world. And that was sad.
I kept thinking back now, and felt stupid for just jumping to conclusions, I had been suspicious even back then whether something had happened or not. I smiled a little bit at the memory of when I first met Alexander, and wondered if he was gay.
"Well. This is awkward." I grumbled, as he slowly nodded in agreement.
Seriously, why couldn't my Hogwarts life be normal?
Well now, that was an unforeseen turn of events! Or at least for you guys, ive been planning this. I said from the beginning, this Is a comedy…. But ill find a suitable villain for everyone to hate, don't you worry! Personally I loved the idea of this, but I'm sure some of you may be a tad upset….. but please, REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Tell me what you think! You never know… maybe hes lying… dun dun dun…