The alarm woke me up at five o'clock, like every morning. I went to run in the Hogwarts ground, it was still dark, there was only the caretaker around, (he knows of my habit and leaves open the gate for me), I made two turns of the lake and then my workout.
I watched the sun rising, which is always nice. It reminds me summertime when dad came to wake me up at dawn to go to run. I was always grumbling mutinously but secretly I was very pleased. He has never done it with Albus, it was only me and him.
Returning to the castle my mood always sours up. I climb tiredly the flight of stairs to the common room; everybody is still sleeping soundly. I never managed to coax Francis or Patrick to come with me. They think I'm a nutter.
I go to the bathroom; I take a shower and I observe myself in the mirror. I look great and I feel like shit. As usual. I prepare to go down for breakfast wondering what exciting nothingness is waiting for me today. I yank Francis to wake him up. He has enough strength only to stick up two fingers quite resentfully turning to the other side. I smirk and I go down by myself.
Not many people around. That's good, at least I can get my breakfast quietly, it's tiring to keep on my mask so early in the morning.
While I'm eating Francis and Patrick catch up yawning. I welcome them grinning.
'How can you be so fucking energetic at eight o'clock in the morning, I'd like to know…' Francis frowns slumping on the bench in front of me and rests his head on his hand while putting some cereals in a bowl.
'I'd like to know too…' Patrick follows up bleary eyes trying to catch some sausages with his fork from a serving plate and missing twice.
'Because while you two losers were sleeping like idiots I was working out. You'd feel energetic too if you'd follow my advice and would wake up with me'
'At what time exactly do you think we should wake up?' Patrick asks mockingly; he knows it very well.
'Five' I answer anyway.
Francis, pretending to cough, utter 'Nutter' at which we all snigger.
'I may be a nutter but at least I don't look like an inferi in the morning, I can climb up the astronomy tower without risking a stroke and I get babes easily enough' I say.
'You would get them even waking up at ten. Bloody Potter.' Patrick says yawning stirring lazily a spoon in his milk.
'Did you check the new babe in Slytherin?' Francis murmurs conspiratorial, suddenly very much awake, leaning eagerly toward us 'She is a Yankee, just moved here. She is proper fit'
We all turn our gaze to their table as Francis nods in direction of a group of babes on the far end chatting animatedly.
'Which one?' Patrick asks.
'The blond one'
'They are all blonde for Christ's sake' I retort.
'Big tits, sexy mouth, on the right of the ugly one'
A silence of appreciation follows.
'Dunno…' I say morose returning to my toast 'You know how I feel about dating Slytherin'
'Who says anything about dating?' Francis sniggers.
I glance up again just in time to glimpse the ugly one pointing at me and whispering in the Yankee's ear. They avert their eyes tittering realising I spotted them. She has got a sexy mouth and big tits. Perhaps I'll make an exception.
At that point Mohini, the one who call herself "my girlfriend" (I don't remember acknowledging her as such) sits on my side, puts an arm around my neck and smack a kiss on my cheek ''morning Potter' she coos.
'Hey' I mutter not too enthusiastically. I swear to god, I cannot stand the bloody girl. She bores me out of my wits. Always ranting about her father's super-duper friends, her villa in the south of France, how important her family is… Her dad owns something, or he is in politics… I don't know exactly which one, I cannot focus when she speaks. Since we "got together" she is trying to trap me with an invitation over their place in summer. Yeah, dream on. I'm not even sure I'll stand her until the end of the week let alone a summer. And then I want to spend some time with Sunrise. I got her an amazing teddy bear, if you tap it with your wand it starts to move and growl, she is gonna love it. She is at the Burrow right now. I asked grandma to send me daily updates, but I don't trust what she writes. She only wants me to believe everything is fine to keep me quiet here; I didn't want to get back. She was in tears when I left for Hogwarts and I felt barely any better. I hate this bloody place and I swear to god I'll drop it as soon as I'm seventeen.
It's already a few minutes Mohini is jabbering, a low buzz barely reaching my ear. I drink my juice wearily not even pretending to listen to her, she is never going to notice anyway, she is too taken in waving around to her friends to make sure everybody spots her sitting close to me.
Patrick and Francis are eating their breakfast throwing quick glances time to time. They fancy her, she is hot as fuck actually, and wouldn't mind banging her. For what it concerns me they could be my guests. The only reason why I still didn't get rid of her is that she gives head very willingly and skilfully, plus she always allows me to do whatever my fancy suggests me and one or two of my fantasies are not always granted so easily by other girls. Anyway, one cannot base a relationship on that, no matter how pleasant it is, her rant is starting to dampen my enjoyment.
'So, then what do you think?' she thrills at one point catching me unaware.
'What?' I stammer not having the slightest clue of what she is talking about.
'Weren't you listening to me, silly?' she coos running a hand in my hair, I force myself not to cringe annoyed. 'I was talking about tonight! Don't you want to meet me and my friends before curfew?'
No way! I cannot think to anything more utterly boring and mortifying than participate to one of those encounters. Being stared over for hours and having to listen to brats engaging in a boasting fight about who's the richest, prettiest, coolest and god only knows what else... I'm only a tool to win one of those titles.
'Can't. Training'
I see Albus not too far off arch an eyebrow enquiringly, we haven't got any training tonight. I send him a threatening look before he can open his mouth.
'Wasn't it tomorrow night?' Patrick asks innocently stuffing his mouth with an ash brown. For Christ's sake!
I shot him a murderous look that make him understand his mistake straight away. Francis is trying to stifle a snigger.
'Tonight, and tomorrow' I say thunderously staring at him until he doesn't lower his eyes on his plate and mutter 'Ah, right, I forgot…'
'Shame!' Mohini whines wringing her lips 'You know, I ask because blah blah blah blah…'
My attention drifts away immediately. I glance again to the Slytherin table where the two girls are still chattering animatedly looking at me time to time. I send the Yankee a seductive half smile and a nod, she blushes, and they start giggling. I'll hook up with her by the end of next week.
Unfortunately, Mohini glimpses this exchange. Was she getting breath between two sentences? Was she checking if I was listening to her? Did she realise in a glimmer of brainy intelligence that I am more than a boasting tool?! Difficult to say but she spotted it.
She immediately scowls darkly at the Yankee and tighten her grip on my arm preventing me to finish my breakfast. She pulls me down a bit to whisper in my ear 'There is still fifteen minutes before lesson starts. Do you want to sneak away for a sec?'
I swear to god, I'll never understand girls. They catch me in my infidelity (or intention of it) and instead of blaming me they always blame the other girl. It's amazing. I just get extra sex or whatever it's on the menu that day and the girl become the bitch of hell. Unbelievable.
Anyway, I don't let the opportunity slip. I think I deserve it after the morning rant I had to endure.
I tell Francis and Patrick I'll catch up later as they look at me enviously and sliding an arm around her waist, we make our way to the closest broom cupboard, used before on countless of occasions when the weather outside doesn't allow to hide into the bushes.
She repays me amazingly for the endurance over breakfast, but, unfortunately, we get out just when McGonagall is passing in front of it. Damn!
'What were you two doing in there?' she bellows startled by our apparition.
'Just chatting, headmistress', I answer coolly while Mohini tries to stifle a laughter masking it with a cough.
'Chatting, Potter? In the broom cupboard?!' she hisses dangerously.
'Yeah, the dining room was too noisy. We needed somewhere quiet. She wanted to give me something'
'And what would that be?' she asks narrowing her eyes suspiciously.
I cannot let this chance slip through the net, it's too good. Shrugging my shoulders insouciantly, I say 'A job of some sort that really blowed me away'
Mohini starts a lengthen mock cough to hide a fit of laughter while McGonagall gets the shade of Gryffindor's stem. The funny thing is, she cannot acknowledge she understood me for obvious reason. So, then I assume the most angelic demeanour I can master while Mohini is finding difficult the hide her laugh any longer.
'Fifty points from Gryffindor' McGonagall says stern 'And twenty from Hufflepuff, miss Dara. And if I catch you again coming out from another cupboard it will be detention, Potter' as she storms away, enraged.
I snigger just before hearing the stones draining from Gryffindor hourglass. Oh well. It was worth.
'You are such a ledge' Mohini giggles giving me a snog so intense I'm ready to return in the cupboard straight away. She suggests ditching class and I'd be very tempted if it wouldn't be that we have History of magic with Ravenclaw, and I don't want to miss it.
