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Chapter 52
"I'll be down in five minutes." Harry nodded and took a seat by the window whilst I shot up the stairs. I dashed back into the dorm, looking for the book I had forgotten. I knew I had used it here last because I remember fantasizing about the possibility of throwing it out this very window and it hitting Umbridge on the head so hard, it would kill her. I resisted the urge though, she'd trace it back to this window and just know it was me.
The Founder's know what good old Dolores would do if I show up without her precious set book, it being the only tool we used in that hellish classroom. I can't wait to never see that book again…to burn it! That's it…we should all get together and have a bonfire at the end of the year. Maybe we can even throw Dumbitch in.
"Ky?"
I looked at the en suite quizzically, straightening up from digging under the bed. It was lunch time and everyone was down in the entrance hall, "Bobby?"
"Oh thank the Founders." She stuck her head out the door, her long dirty blonde curls falling forward, "I've been waiting for you to show up the whole morning."
I frowned at her and approached, "If this has anything to do with bleaching your butt cheeks-"
"Don't be absurd. I only did that once and I wouldn't do that with anyone but Parv." I walked into the little en suite and observed the situation. Thankfully her butt cheeks were nice and covered with a pair of jeans, the only odd thing was the fact that Bobby had her top half covered in a towel.
"So, what is it that can't wait…oh! Oh…Oh!"
"Don't…don't laugh!"
I grabbed the basin for support; I turned to look at her and just started laughing all over again. "OK…OK…wait I think I have it under control." I straightened up just to see Bobby's mismatched breasts again and dissolve into another fit of laughter.
"I don't know why I expected you to be an adult about this."
"Why on earth would you? You're one part Kate Hudson, one part Pamela Anderson. How on earth did you-"
"I tried making them bigger, OK? Just a little, an inconsequential cup size and for some reason it only worked on one and it didn't stop…and now I can't undo it."
"And I can help you…how?"
"Well, you're good with a wand and not nearly as judgmental as Hermione. So can you please…"
I sighed, how did I get myself into these messes. Harry's luck must be rubbing off on me. I looked at her face, squished into discomfort and eyes dripping with pleading. I sighed again; we haven't tried enlargement charms on humans before because humans had so much more going on under the surface.
I looked at the breasts careful, trying to be aware of its existence in space and its weight. When I was sure I had enough understanding of the dimensions, and Bobby was incredibly lucky I did AP biology and knew all the underlying structures of her breasts,
"Reducio."
I watched the D cup change to a C and slowly make its way back into an A. "What on earth were you thinking Bobby. I mean nobody need ever try to convince me of your stupidity but this-"
She threw on her shirt and gave me a derisive look, "I thought you were looking for something. Why don't you find it and go."
So much for gratitude! I walked out and stopped, knowing I would regret it but my conscious, which sounded more and more like a Mi conscious, made me turn around and walk back into the dorm. I pulled the copy of Witch Weekly from under her nose, "Spill."
She jumped off the bed, "Give me my-"
"Just tell me what's going on Bobby or the next time you see teen sensation Travis Winchester, his going to be in pieces floating down the Gryffindor tower."
She tossed a nervous glance at her favourite star that graced the magazine cover. "You won't understand."
"Try me."
She scoffed, crossing her arms and plopping down on the bed, facing her back to me, "What do you know about insecurities? Like you've had to be insecure about your looks a day in your life?"
"Is this what it's about? You're insecure about your looks?"
She turned around looking shocked at me, "Why else would I try to give myself a boob job."
"Well you've always seemed fine with yourself."
"Well of course I have to pretend to be OK with myself. I have to live with me, not like I can do anything about it."
"Oh bullocks." She looked daggers at me, "Oh what, am I supposed to tell you how pretty you are and you should never feel insecure about yourself because you're beautiful? Well sorry, that's not how this talks going to go. Because I know, that you know, that there is not a single thing wrong with your breasts, actually their quite fitting to make an appearance in some old Victorian literotica novel. Granted their not big but why on earth would you want them bigger? They suit your body type perfectly. You know I'm really disappointed in you."
I turned and walked away, she jumped off the bed and ran after me, "What? Disappointed?"
"Yes. Very. Granted you're a complete bint at times but you've never been afraid to be yourself. I thought that took a good sense of self-respect to harness but I guess I was completely wrong about you after all."
Her face was red with a combination of anger and embarrassment and she lowered her eyes and fell back onto the bed, "I know. I was really self-confident. But it's not the same anymore. I'm not the same anymore."
"Well of course not, everybody changes-"
"NO! No they don't. Hermione is just as petite and perfect as she was last year but she was lucky enough to up a cup size as well. Parvarti, who I spend all my time with, who eats the exact same portion size as me…doesn't even have an ounce of fat on her perfectly slender stomach. And you…oh you! You eat like an absolute pig! And the only place it seems to be going is your boobs and your butt! Yet with me it all just goes straight to my stomach and hips and I'm not blessed with curves so I look like some…muffin topped, ironing board-"
"SHUT UP! Godric what the fuck are you talking about you skinny little bitch. Muffin top!" I went forward and lifted her tee, "Muffin top! Did you see Millicent? She's just muffin!"
She pushed my hands away and growled at me, "I knew it! I knew you wouldn't understand!"
"Is this about what Dean said on Saturday? About Andrea Minelli's boobs?"
"What! No! This has nothing to do with Dean. I don't care that he like's big boobs. I didn't do that for him! I did that for me!"
"But why Bobby!"
"Because I hate looking at the mirror and seeing this disproportionate pig-"
Slap
Her mouth hung open in surprise, the next second my head flung back as she returned my slap with fervour. I let out a breath and straightened up. Her brown eyes were wide and her face was blotched as she breathed heavily.
"Seven."
She blinked in confusion, "What?"
"Meet me on the quidditch pitch at seven. And don't dress like a skank. Track pants and a t-shirt. And trainers! Oh don't look at me like that." I grabbed my bag and walked out the door, "You're resourceful enough to find a matching head band for every piece of clothing you own, you're resourceful enough to find a pair of trainers!"
"You hit her?" I flexed my neck. I then started with my upper body stretches. I rolled my eyes at Mi, she was sitting on the lowest rungs of the stands and watching me do my stretches like she did every now and then. She would bring a book down to read while I did my night time workout. She even joined me once or twice but running just wasn't her thing. Actually my tri-weekly work out slowly became bi-weekly and now was just a Wednesday workout.
"You should have heard the way she was speaking. It was ludicrous. She was going on about being fat and she's not! There are girls who are actually fat Mi, who have to actually deal with these problems. "
"Yes Ky, but even if you don't think she is fat, doesn't mean she doesn't think she's fat. If Lavender feels this way you should have been gentle with her. More understanding."
"If she wanted a shoulder to cry on, she would have gone to you or Parvarti. She wanted the slap in the face. Anyway I'm helping, aren't I? I'm going to train her up."
I straightened up from my stretch as I saw a group of people enter the quidditch pitch. I knew there was no practice sessions today; I made a point to check. My confusion grew as the moonlight allowed me to identify most of the people. Mi stood and walked towards me, observing the procession as they ascended the steps to the stands in joint confusion.
"What the-"
Bobby grabbed my arm and quickly pulled me aside, "Look, I can explain."
"I highly freaking doubt it." I turned around and looked at the ten or so girls that were standing behind us.
"Just listen, OK? After we spoke…I told Parvarti how I feel and turns out she feels the exact same way as well. So I told her she can join us. But then she told Padma who told her best friend Julliete, who told her sister Angelique who's friends with Hannah Abbot, so of course Susan Bones found out as well. And they didn't want to be mean and leave out Alya Bellamy so-"
Mi joined us, "I just spoke to the girls…Ky I think it's harmless to just help them out, I mean their already dressed-"
"Mi! You've got to be joking. It was a stretch for me to invite Bobby to join me. Now you want me to cater to another ten or so delusional skinny bitches! This is my happy place. The one hour just for me! You want a dozen feet to trample on my happy place!"
"You won't even know we're there. Just tell us what to do, and we'll do it." Bobby was bearing down on me with her most persuasive grin; I pushed her face away from my own with my left hand,
"One time! Just once! Ugh!" I stomped down to the grounds and the titters and giggles followed me. I glared at Mi who smiled at me in pride, when did I start catering to people's whims? When!
An hour later Angelique, Juliette and Padma where laying spread eagle on the grass. Bobby and Parvarti were clutching their knees in support whilst Alya, Susan and Hannah had given up half way through and were sitting in the stands. Mi's face was flushed but her competitive nature saw her through the exercise regime till the end.
"I…can't…feel…my…" Parvarti sat down on the ground, "Anything. I can't feel anything."
"Oh believe me; you'll miss not feeling anything tomorrow, because you're going to feel EVERYTHING tomorrow." I hid my smile, this will show them to never trample on my happy place!
Angelique Morian finally picked her head up from her sister's lap, her light blonde hair was held up in a bun and her light grey eyes where glazed with exhaustion, "I th..th..ink we rrrread about y…y..ou in ma…ma..ma…muggle studies. Adolf Hitler." She blinked a lot as she spoke but I was surprised to even hear her speaking. I never heard her speak before and Mi had explained that she had a stutter and usually only spoke to her sister and the other Puff girls.
Her red haired sister, who was much shorter and curvier smiled up at me, "You're weak Angie. I liked it. It was good."
"That's why you were screaming for someone to kill you when we were doing planks Jules!" Padma stood up and pushed her black hair out of her eyes.
"That is just not natural!" Juliette squealed, "I don't know how I even managed to do it for two seconds, let alone twenty."
"That's actually not half bad for your first time. It takes a lot of practice to perfect it but it really boosts your core."
"Tell me about it! I feel like I could tackle a dragon!" Bobby hopped up and down, playfully boxing the air around my face, "Come on Dragon. Come on!"
I rolled my eyes as everyone laughed, but luckily I caught sight of the fist about to make contact with my left eye as Bobby lost control of her reach and stretched her arm out too far. Without a moment's thought I grabbed her fist and had it pressed against her back as my right leg jutted out to trip her automatically. Just before it made contact I realised what I was doing and stopped mid action, letting Bobby out of my death grip.
The nine girls stared at me in shock. Alya, Susan and Hannah had made their way back to us; they looked two seconds away from bolting. I gulped, not knowing what to say as Bobby massaged her hand. My Summer of distraction had me training relentlessly, I was determined to never be caught off guard again.
"I…I'm…" Ugh I was crap at apologies.
"Teach me how to do that!" Juliette Morian jumped to her feet, her chin length hair dancing around her, wide eyed in amazement!
"What?" I looked quizzically around as most of the shocked faces were turning into fascination.
"Yeah, that was bloody awesome Ky!"I raised my eyebrows at Bobby and looked at Mi who shrugged in answer.
"Th-th-th-that wwwwwassss kickass!" Angelique blushed shyly at what she said. It seems the adrenaline was wearing off and taking her boldness with it.
"Yeah go on, Ky. Show us."
"Yes Miss Thornton. Show them."
And just like that another pair of feet trampled on my happy place.
A/N: Oh who could it be?
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