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HOGSMEAD
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CHAPTER FOUR
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ALL MY EXCITEMENT FOR the day must've been the cause for my lack of sleep, as I now had prominent dark circles around my eyes and a horrid complexion— Those for sure would need some covering up before I even stepped a foot out of this dorm room.
Slowly, I pushed the duvet cover off of me, exposing my body to the sunlight that seeped in through the windows, and winced at the sudden cold. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed I felt, all of the exhaustion leave my body as the memory of what today would bring me came up.
The day I had been waiting for, for nearly four years. This was my chance to finally get out of this endless spiral of snagging random boys in a broom closet, and actually settle down.
I leaped from the bed, practically skipping over to my drawer where I filed through various clothes— looking around for my best outfit to wear, until a tap came to my shoulder.
Turning around I came face to face with Lily, her nightgown falling just below her thighs as she held a flowy white dress in her grip— the neck line was off the shoulder, while the arms casted down in a beautiful slight puff— it was beautiful.
"Here, I thought you should wear this.." she mumbled, pushing the dress out towards me, and I carefully picked it up from her arms, draping it in front of my body as I swished around in the mirror— admiring the way it looked around me.
There was no doubt I was going to wear this, it was way to beautiful to pass up. Like a little summer dress you could run through a Field of dandelions in— but in this case, it would be a little summer dress I was going to have my first real date in.
Pulling off my sleepwear I stared back at myself in the mirror. Looking at the way my bra fit in an awkward way, and my hips became shaped in an unnatural way— I took in my appearance, my imperfections, and all at once I felt a wave of insecurity wash over me. One I hadn't felt in so long I forgot it existed— Maybe having this chance of going out with a boy I've fancied for years wasn't such a good idea.
But without warning, Lily came up behind me, placing a gentle hand on my exposed shoulder. Her gorgeous freckled skin contrasting with my milky pale complexion; in an almost perfect way.
"You're gorgeous, there's no way a boy like him could ever pass up a girl like you." She praised, wrapping her arms around me from behind and pulling my body to hers in a friendly embrace— before pushing away, and taking my face into her hands, "I'm happy for you Onyx, I really am." She smiled, letting go so I could put on the dress.
So now, with a lump in my throat, I pulled on the flowy dress— pushing down the tears that were sure to start falling any minute and admiring the way the cotton fabric swayed just below my mid-thigh when I did a little spin.
Looking back into the mirror, no longer did I see imperfection; or flaws. All I saw was me, the infamous Onyx Grey. The girl, who boys and girls practically fell down onto their knees for. And in that moment, I was reminded that I shouldn't care what this boy thinks. I'm going to rock this date, and I'm going to rock it hard.
I giggled internally at my sudden confidence before turning back to Lily with a confident smile, "I'm ready!" I said, with a childish grin playing at my lips.
"No hunny, I'm going to have to do your hair before you step even a single foot out of this dorm." Lily argued, pushing me over to the vanity, and grabbing her wand off the nightstand.
I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest as I watched her in the mirror; Taking small strands of my black hair and wrapping them gently around her wand. Only for them to fall down in spirally curls when she finished.
The process took awhile, but after about an hour of endless curling— and constant wand twirling; she had finished her work, grinning down in satisfaction, "now you're ready." She stated, spinning me around in the chair so I was facing her. Immediately letting her fingers comb through the curls— separating them.
I lifted myself up from the chair, and began my way towards the door— taking the bronze handle into my hand before turning back to Lily with a worried glance. She returned it with a reassuring one. Letting me know everything was ok, before I stepped out into the dim hallway.
It was quiet as a descended the dormitory stairs and made my way into the common room— and I quite liked the silence, until I saw four boys waiting patiently at the bottom. All four now having an exasperated look etched onto their face as I came into view.
"Hey boys." I smirked, giving them my signature wave.
"You,-" Peter started,
"Look.." Remus continued,
"-Amazing!" Sirius finished, his jaw hanging open in admiration. Something I hadn't seen since he dated that Veela in third year.
"You boys quit drooling! That's my sister!" James argued, nudging each boy so their eyes were peeled from my frame, and back up to my eyes.
Pushing past the four I shouted, "not your sister James!" Before stepping out into the corridor, and heading down to the great hall to meet up with my date.
Wandering down the castle, I took in the beauty of it all; every little detail seeping into the memory of my irises. It was truly breathtaking— the fact I was chosen out of so little to attend such an outstanding and mesmerizing school was amazing in the least.
Entering the great hall I spotted him, Damian Wood, slouched back in his seat as he patiently waited for me— all the while reading a thick tomb that sat in front of him— Placing my hand on his shoulder, I seemed to pull him out of his daze, while he smiled up with me with that famous boyish grin.
"Ready?" I questioned, my voice softer than usual.
Stepping up from his chair he said, "Always, when it comes to you." Lacing our hands together— fingers becoming intertwined. I shuttered at the feeling of having his body so close to mine; and engraved every touch into mind.
Jealous glares, saddened appearances all erupted throughout the hall at the movement. Not only from boys, but from a couple girls as well, who had been planning on asking either Damian or myself to the HogsMead trip. Which was a bit sad, considering neither of us was known to ever say yes.
The two of us hand in hand stepped out of the hall, and into the corridor— before heading towards the exit of the castle; and into HogsMead. My excitement was bubbling within as we approached the three broom sticks, in anticipation to introduce Damian to my best friends.
Until we passed it.
A confused look was prominently etched on my face, as I glanced through the window at the four boys gathered around a table— looking at me with confusion. I shrugged, before I facing the direction in which we were heading.
'Madam Puddifoots' bright pink sign, contrasted drastically with the dull town, and my stomach nearly dropped at the sight.
Oh bloody hell!
My eyes widened as realization hit me; this boy was taking me there?! Hell no, absolutely bloody not, I refuse— before I could state my opinion he was pulling me through the doors, and into the sickly pink tea shop. Where a plump woman immediately waltzed up to us. Her faux smile placed perfectly amongst her other features.
"I haven't see you two around here before!" She beamed, taking my arm and pulling us to a table near the back. Looking around I noticed the crowd had died down back here although it was still awfully cramped with couples. Either snogging or grasping onto eachother for dear life.
Then I spotted them, the four familiar patches of hair sitting prominently in the corner— their eyes practically laughing at me from across the room. All except for one, Sirius, who was burning holes into the back of Damians head.
They must've seen my panic and followed me here.
Those morons.
Ignoring it, along with the glares I was receiving, I turned myself attention back to Wood with a smile— leaning forward as I took a sip of my tea. Nearly spitting it out right afterwards with disgust.
It was absolutely horrid!
"You're very beautiful" his voice was almost a whisper; filled with so much longing I wasn't even sure how to handle it. With most, I would dive right in for a fun night. Then find a new one the next day, so they wouldn't get attached— but with Damian I wanted to go slow, I wanted to get to know him so I could truly actually be in a relationship with him.
"Thanks." I muttered shyly, attempting to cover my blush by raising the teacup to my lips. Somehow I knew, this little innocent act I had on, wasn't going to last very long.
And I was right.
We had long ago excused ourselves from Madam Puddifoots and I now found myself push up against the door of a random supply closet in HogsMead. The needed charms casted onto the door while he hiked my dress up just above my waist, so my revealing white lace was visible as the boy hungrily sucked and nipped on the exposed skin of my neck. Eliciting sinful whimpers to fall from my plump lips each time he grazed over my sweet spot.
"Fuck.." I moaned as his lips trailed down my chest. Reaching my dress he slipped his fingers beneath the hem— pulling the snowy fabric off my body so I was now almost fully exposed to him. The only thing keeping us apart was a few whimsy pieces of fabric covering our sweet spots.
He immediately went back in to attack my neck, eventually sliding down my body so his lips could collide with the fabric of my underwear— causing me to buck my hips, needing the friction.
"Calm down little one..." he whisperd, his voice like honey— and his tone almost intoxicating. As he pushed my hips down.
The moment was perfect, he was perfect; but there was just something off, that familiar flutter I would get when he was around completely vanished— and was replaced with the usual lust I felt with other boys.
Random boys.
Confused, and frustrated with my body for not longing desperately for his touch, I pushed his head from between my legs, "I- I have to go." I mumbled, nudging him slightly while I shuffled through the clothes on the floor in search for mine.
Finding the floaty fabric I shoved it over my head before slipping on my shoes and running out of the closet faster than I ever had before.
Letting out a sigh of relief I barely realized a figure now stood in front of me— standing just a few inches taller than myself; a confused expression across his face.
"You ok Onyx?" Peter asked, placing his freckled hand on my shoulder.
I huffed softly, shaking my head slightly, "can we talk in the dorm?" I questioned, my voice weak— receiving a nod, along with a 'follow me' hand motion the two of us exited the run down store, and stepped onto the sidewalk outside. The fall breeze brushed past me, making my curled hair flatten out, and my dress whirl around in the wind.
Together we started the track up to the castle in silence; no words; no sentiments; complete and total silence. It was an excruciatingly long trip, but eventually we arrived at the entrance to the common room.
Entering the two of us spotted our group of friends, deciding against conversation and heading up towards the dorm as we received many questioning looks from the three boys who attempted to follow us.
I took a quick glance at Sirius, whose face was prominent with worry as he looked me over— I brushed it off, continuing up the stairs and out of sight of the boys.
Peter immediately put his hand up to stop them, "not right now." He stated, following me up the dormitory stairs, until we stopped in front of the boys door. I pushed it open, revealing a messy, crazy, and disastrous room.
Just how I like it.
I plopped myself down on Sirius' bed on instinct, with a dramatic sigh; clutching the crimson duvet to my chest.
"So are you going to tell-"
I didn't even let him finish, "Oh my merlin where do I start! It was perfect, it was wonderful, he's wonderful. It was going absolutely great, until he took me to that horrid tea shop— but that's besides the point!"
I paused taking a breath. "But I assumed after all this waiting, it would feel a bit different doing, you know, but it felt off. I thought I would be more excited, have more, you know, feelings? But it felt the exact same as other boys, it felt so familiar. I didn't even feel anything towards him during that time in the closet, except the occasion flutter of excitement." I carried on, waving my hands around drastically for more effect as I went on and on about my date.
"Is it possibly you don't actually like him? That's what it sounds like to me." he questioned, staring across from me as he leaned lazily against the headboard— arms crossed over his chest.
"Not possible, I've been practically in love with him since I can remember." I explained, now propping myself up with my elbows as I looked out across at the boy.
Peter moved towards me, keeping his eyes locked on my while resting a small hand on my thigh. It was cold, making me shiver at the sudden contact, before I pushed the touch from my mind.
"Could you possibly like anyone else?" He probbed, nudging me slightly before sending me a dramatic wink— "once again, absolutely not." I replied, nudging him back playfully.
He cocked his head in disagreement, "Im pretty sure I remember you fancying a certain heartthrob in second year, darling." He teased, making me shake my head vigorously until my brain hurt. "There was no way my feelings for Sirius still exist, those faded quickly after I fell for Damian." I reassured, meeting his gaze.
Peter raised his eyebrow questioningly, smirking the slightest "Are you sure Onyx?" He asked, leaning forward, "the two do look awfully similar don't you think?" He continued, inching closer; eyes narrowed. Until his face was only inches away from mine.
I thought about it, picturing Damian; his short black hair, grayish green eyes. The way he held himself; and the posh attire he would often wear on his trips to HogsMead. It was true, he reminded me a lot of Sirius when he was younger— before his big rebellious, end acting out stage.
Then I thought about Sirius, his long black hair that fell to his shoulders. The way his posture was messy, his baggy band tee shirts; and ripped jeans. The two were quite different— but at one time, they were almost the same person.
I nearly gasped at the realization, "there's no way I can fancy Sirius Black. He's a bloody git." I explained, obviously joking— looking up at, Peter, and nearly smacking that signature smirk off his face.
And suddenly, I really was thinking about the possibility of me having feelings for Sirius Black. The boy who, for the life of him, couldn't keep a girl longer than two weeks— the boy who partook in his friends wild pranks, and horrendous behavior; even when it often ended with disaster.
And as I though about it, the more my stomach began to flutter at the possibility of him possibly feeling something for me— rolling my eyes, I looked around the room before locking my eyes back with Peter's.
"Bloody hell I fancy Sirius black"
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