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Okay guys, here it is, chapter 3! I 'm sorry it took so long!!!

If you're not new to this story, I changed Monique and Francis's names to Dominique and Louis, because Jo finally told us their real names. So...enjoy!


That night I was sat in the common room, in my favourite armchair by the fire, reading a muggle book. Giles, Fred and some of the other boys in our year were sat on the side of the room playing exploding snap. Every so often a loud cheer would come from their table and I couldn’t help but look over occasionally to watch. They had invited me to play with them, but I’d declined, thinking I’d spend some time with Harriet.

Of course, I hadn’t known then that Harriet had gone off somewhere and was nowhere to be found. Now I was sat on my own on the first night back at school. I was too embarrassed to ask again if I could join the boys in their card game.

I chewed on a piece of ginger hair as I skimmed through my book, trying to find a more interesting part. It was called Wuthering Heights and this was about the fifth time I’d read it.

Another loud "Whoop!" came from the boys table and I looked across to see Giles holding up his empty hands and laughing at Fred, who's face was covered in ash. I thought about how Giles had called me pretty- in a manner of speaking- earlier that day and my heart swooped. Smiling, I turned back to my book. Having found the chapter I was looking for, I settled down in the chair and began to read when Roxanne, Fred’s younger sister, sat down beside me.

“Hey, Dom.”

I was relieved for the company, even if it was family. “Hi, Roxanne.” I said cheerfully, closing my book. “How was your first day back?”

She shrugged. “Boring as usual. Yours?”

“The same. I got partnered with your brother and Giles on a herbology project.”

“Ouch. That sounds like a recipe for disaster. Why weren’t you with Harriet?”

“Because she’s with this guy, Rufus.”

Roxanne’s face lit up. “Oh, is he that nice-looking Ravenclaw with the brown hair?”

I nodded.

“Oh, Harriet’s with him right now! I saw them outside by the lake as I was walking up from Hagrid’s.”

“Nice to know she ditched me for him.” I scoffed. “How do you know him?”

“He’s a chaser on the Ravenclaw quidditch team. I totally kicked his arse in the final match last year.”

I laughed. Roxanne, like most of our family, had a passion for quidditch.

“Oh!” she cried suddenly. “That reminds me! I’m quidditch captain this year!” She pointed to the shiny red badge on her chest. I wasn’t surprised to see it there; she was by far the most talented player in the school.

“Wow, congratulations!” I gushed. “You’re only in fifth year, that’s amazing!”

She grinned. “Mum’s really pleased. She was captain too when she was at school. Though not as young as me!”

“What about your dad?” I asked.

“Oh, well he’s happy for me, I suppose. But you know how he is; he hates quidditch!” She frowned slightly as she said this.

I never really understood why Uncle George hated quidditch so much. Dad said that when he was younger he was brilliant at it, and was a beater on the Gryffindor team. Uncle George always did seem a bit distant and odd; I felt sorry for Roxanne and Fred. It was always as though they weren’t quite part of the family, somehow.

“Well,” Roxanne said. “I’m holding tryouts on Saturday. You should come along!”

I shrugged. “I dunno. I’m not very good…” I said uncertainly.

“Oh shut up!” Roxanne exclaimed. “You’re brilliant! I’ve seen you play before, Dom, at Christmas at the Burrow.”

“Yeah but that’s different.” I protested.

“It’s not at all. You’re coming and that’s final.”

I fell silent. I supposed it would be nice to be on the team. I’d always followed the national quidditch as eagerly as Roxanne and I did always enjoy the big family games we played at Christmas.

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll do it.”

Roxanne grinned. “Brilliant! James is going to tryout as well so we could have three Weasleys on the team!”

“James is a Potter.” I pointed out.

“Oh yeah, I always forget that.” She giggled. “But this is so exciting!”
I actually felt really excited myself. I’d never even thought of joining the team before, but now it seemed so obvious. I found myself itching to go on a broom again.

“Oh,” I said as I realised something.

Roxanne frowned. “What is it?”

“I don’t have a broom.”

Her face fell. “Borrow one of the school’s?”

I shook my head. “You yourself always say the school ones are terrible.”

“But, Dom! You’ve got to be on the team!” She exclaimed.

“But how?”

We sat in silence for a few moments and then Roxanne’s face lit up again.

“Owl your Dad and ask to borrow his broom until Christmas! He’s bound to let you! He’ll be thrilled to have a daughter on the team, and it’s not like he uses it often.”

I wanted to kiss her. “You’re a genius, Roxy! I’ll owl him in the morning.”

She leant back in her chair. “So it’s final, then? You’re gonna be on the team?”

“Well, it depends how I do at tryouts, remember.”

Roxanne waved her hand disdainfully. “Please! You’ll thrash everyone there! And besides, I’m the captain, I get to choose.” She was only half joking, I suspected.

I thought excitedly of how my dad would react to the news of me joining the team. Mum probably wouldn’t be that thrilled but Dad would be over the moon. I thought about writing to Uncle Charlie and letting him know as well.

“Dom?” Roxanne said suddenly. I looked up at her inquiringly.

“You know your friend Giles McCartney?” she said quietly.

Suddenly I was much more interested in what she was saying.

“Yeah,” I said suspiciously.

Roxanne’s dark skin blushed red. “Well, is he, you know, single?”

Oh no. I nodded, feeling sick.

Roxanne bit her lip. “I’m thinking of asking him out.”

“Why?” I asked, a little too loudly.

“Well, I met him when he joined the quidditch team last year. I’ve liked him for months! He’s so funny, plus, he’s superbly good-looking. And,” she lowered her voice and leant towards me. “He looks amazing shirtless!” I raised an eyebrow as she continued. “He came round in the summer to visit Fred and we all went swimming in the river. I couldn’t stop staring at his six-pack!”

Oh, Roxanne! I know how you feel!

“Well,” I said thinking quickly. “I don’t know…I think he has his eye on someone else.”

I regretted the lie almost as soon as it came out of my mouth. Roxanne looked as though she’d been slapped. She slumped into her chair sadly.

“He does? Who?”

What am I doing? Lying to my cousin?

I sighed. “I mean, I don’t know, I just suspect he does. In fact, that was ages ago. He’s probably long over it by now. I think you should go for it.”

She sat up again. “You sure?”

I nodded fiercely. “Yeah, you’re beautiful! He’s bound to like you.” I felt like crying.

Roxanne clapped her hands excitedly. “Okay, okay! I’m gonna do it. When’s the best time, do you think?”

I stared at her helplessly. What had I done? Why was I setting my beautiful, talented, funny cousin up with the guy I liked?

“I…I don’t know.” I said, dumbfounded.

“I think I’ll do it on Saturday, after quidditch tryouts. Is that a good time?”

“I…yeah.” I stuttered. Suddenly I didn’t want to be on the team so much.

Roxanne stood up. “Come on! Let’s go play cards with them.”

I sure as hell could not face that. “I dunno, Roxy.” I faked a yawn. “I’m so tired. I think I’m going to go to bed. Good luck, though, yeah?” I winked at her, gave her a hug goodnight, and then raced up to my dormitory.

Once the door was closed behind me I sunk onto the floor and put my head on my knees.

“Nooooooooooo” I groaned. “No. No. No. No.” I banged my head against my legs with every ‘no’.

Nice one, Dom. You’ve really outdone yourself this time.

Why hadn’t I just told her that I liked him too? Why did I have to be so god damn nice?

Without bothering to brush my teeth or wash my face, I took off my bra and jeans and crawled into bed. This had been the worst first day at school ever.

I couldn’t sleep though, and when Harriet came back ten minutes later I sat up sharply.

“Where have you been?” I demanded angrily.

She looked a little taken aback. “I’ve been to London to visit the queen!” she sang.

Not in the mood for her stupid antics, I threw a hairbrush at her. She ducked and it flew across the room, landing in the water jug with a heavy splash.

“Merlin’s undergarments! You are in a tissy!”

I glared at her. “You ran off and left me on my own.”

“Sorry!” She sat on the end of my bed. “I’ve been with Mr. Wainwright!”

I looked at her, confused. “That’s Rufus’s surname?”

“No, his surname is Comroy.”

“So, who’s Mr. Wainwright?” I asked.

“A muggle singer.”

I raised an eyebrow at her. “You’re a freak,” I pulled the covers over my head and lay down. “And I’m mad at you.”

Harriet lay on top of me. “Turn that frown upside down, darling! I spoke to your cousin Roxanne a second ago. She’s playing cards with the boys.”

I closed my eyes and pretended to snore. Harriet just spoke louder.

“And Roxanne said that you've decided to join the quidditch team!”

I stopped snoring. “Get off me. You’re heavy.” I grumbled.

“Are you joining the quidditch team?” Harriet demanded.

“Yes.”

Harriet whooped and leapt off me. “Awesome! So I can spend time with Mr. Wainwright while you’re at practises, and you can’t get mad!”

I sat up again. “His name is Rufus Comroy. Not Rufus Wainwright.”

Harriet shrugged. “Cigarettes and chocolate milk…these are just a couple of my cravings.”

I wanted to hit her. “Stop being such a retard! You don’t smoke!”

“Nope, and I hate chocolate milk, too.” She twirled one of her thick curls around her finger.

“Get off my bed now, please. I want to sleep.” I snapped.

She obliged and sat on the bed next to mine instead. “It’s eight pm, Dom. What’s up?”

“I’m tired.” I said into my pillow.

“Shall I tell you what I think is wrong with you?” She said sweetly.

“No.”

She did anyway. “I think you’re mad because of the way your cousin and my brother are shamelessly flirting downstairs.”

What?

“What?”

“Am I right or am I right?” she said.

“You’re wrong. I’m mad because you left me all on my own to be with your boyfriend!”

Harriet titled her pretty head to one side. “He’s not my boyfriend…yet.” She said. “And, I’m your best friend, Dom. Just because you don’t tell me your secrets doesn’t mean I don’t know them.”

Oh god. Was I that obvious? I could feel my cheeks burning up. Whether it was from anger or embarrassment- or both- I couldn’t tell.

“Why would that make me mad, Harriet?” I said.

She looked at me like I’d just asked her one plus one. “Because you like my brother!” she exclaimed.

I sat up angrily. “If I liked your brother then why would I have told Roxanne that she should ask him out on Saturday?”

“Because you didn’t want to tell her the truth in case you upset her.”

She really did know me too well; she’d got it in one.

“Oh, please.” I snorted, lying back down on my pillow.

Harriet sighed and gave up. She stood up and walked over to the water jug, pulling my hairbrush out of it and drying it. Placing it back on my bedside table she said, “You know, if you told Roxanne tomorrow that you like Giles, she won’t be offended. And she certainly won’t ask him out on Saturday. She’ll understand, Dom.”

“I don’t like your brother!” I yelled, and rolled over so my back was facing her.

“Okay. If you say so,” she said. She continued to stand there, by my bed.

“What do you want?” I snapped.

“Don’t you want to know what happened with Rufus?”

“No.” I said meanly. “I don’t.” Though, I actually was dying to know what had happened.

“Okay.” Her voice sounded small and hurt; I felt terrible, but was too proud to tell her the truth.

She walked over to the door. “Goodnight, Dom.” She put out the lights and turned to leave.

“You know,” she said. “I always thought you’re hair was beautiful.” And she closed the door, plunging me into darkness.

I wanted to call her back and tell her that she was right, that I did like Giles, but I didn’t. Instead, I buried my face in my pillow and cried and cried and cried.



******


When I woke the next morning it was to find Harriet already gone down to breakfast. I looked guiltily at her empty, unmade bed and decided to make it for her in a pathetic attempt to redeem myself. I even folded her pyjamas and put them under her pillow. According to my watch it was eight twenty-eight. Without Harriet to wake me up I’d slept in big time.

The other girls had all gone down to breakfast too, except Jenny Thomas, who was sprawled all over her bed, her mouth hanging open. I prodded her.

“Jenny. Jenny wake up, it’s half eight. You’ll miss breakfast if you’re not careful.”

She opened one eye and looked hazily up at me. “I dun eat breaky.” she mumbled and rolled over, asleep again.

I shrugged and grabbed my robes and a towel, and made my way to the showers. Big mistake. Who should I find in there but my charming sister, sat in front of a mirror, slowly drying her hair with her wand.
“Morning,” I grumbled at her. She didn’t even bother to turn around; she just glanced at me behind her in the mirror.

“You look terrible.” She observed.

She was telling the truth. My eyes were all red and puffy from all the crying last night and my short red hair was matted and sticking up in all the wrong places.

“You know who you look like?” Victoire said.

“No,” I said, while inspecting each shower cubicle in an attempt to find the cleanest one. “But I’m sure you’re about to tell me.”

“Simba.” She said with a determined nod, as though she’d just realised something very clever.

I selected my shower and hung my towel over its door. “Well,” I told her. “You look like Fazu, so don’t we make a pair?”

I pulled my nightie over my head and stepped into the shower, letting the steaming water fall onto my face.

“Isn’t Fazu that annoying little bird?” Victoire yelled over the noise of the water.

“Go and paint your toenails or something!” I yelled back.

She left slamming the bathroom door hard enough behind her so I would hear it.

“Bitch,” I said.


***


I got to breakfast just in time, my hair still dripping, and had to scan the Gryffindor table twice before I found Harriet, Giles, Fred and- my heart dropped- Roxanne sitting together. I ran over to them and sat down beside Harriet.

“Hi guys!” I said.

Harriet turned her head theatrically away from me to indicate she was ignoring me.

Giles raised an eyebrow at me. I looked down at my toast, hoping beyond hope that Harriet hadn’t told them anything about last night.

“Harriet?” Giles said. “You mad at Dom?”

She spun to face him. “Who is this ‘Dom’ person you speak of?” she said, frowning ridiculously and stroking her chin as if in thought.

“Harriet!” I cried.

“Wow.” Giles said, turning to Roxanne. “She’s giving her the silent treatment. That’s normally only a privilege rewarded to me!”

Roxanne suppressed a giggle and turned to me. “Seriously, guys. What happened?”

Fred waved a hand dismissively. “It’s their hormones,” he said “But seriously, Roxanne, why are you sat with us? You are a fifth year. We are sixth years. Gooo away.”

Roxanne scowled at him. Giles laughed. I turned to Harriet.
“Harriet, I’m sorry about last night.”

She stood up suddenly. “Well, Fred, Roxanne, Giles, it was wonderful eating breakfast with you. We should do it again sometime. I must be off now, though, I’m late for class!” and she swooped off, curls bouncing behind her.

“Oi!” Giles yelled after her. “What are you talking about? You’ve got a free double period!” She either didn’t hear him or ignored him and continued to storm out of the hall.

I groaned. “Did she say anything about this to you guys?”

They all shook their heads. “We didn’t know she was mad at you until you came down here.” Roxanne said.

I groaned again.

“What happened, anyway?” asked Fred as he tried to push Roxanne off the bench. My reply wasn’t heard because Fred pushed Roxanne a little too hard and she fell backwards with a loud squeal. Annoyingly, Giles shot an arm out and caught her. I watched her smile adoringly at him and had to try hard not to wretch.

Fred laughed and clapped his hands loudly. “Wow! Fantastic catch by McCartney! That’s almost thirty stone he’s holding up there! Incredible! Incredible!”

Roxanne sat up straight, her face bright red. She readjusted her robes and slapped Fred angrily on the arm. Suddenly I’d lost my appetite. Pushing my plate away, I stood up.

“Where are you going?” asked Giles frowning.

“I’m gonna go find Harriet and make amends.” I said.

Giles shook his head. “Not a good idea. You should let her cool down first; you know what she’s like.”

He was right and I knew it, but I desperately needed to get away from him and Roxanne’s ridiculous flirting or I was sure I’d start crying again.

Luckily, Roxanne came to my rescue. “You should go and write that letter to your Dad about borrowing his broom!” she said.

Giles’s eyebrows disappeared under his curls. “You’re joining the Quidditch team?”

“Isn’t it exciting?” Roxanne gushed.

“Hell yeah! We’ll all be on the same team! High five!” Giles held his hand up, grinning. I lamely slapped it with mine.

“Well, I’d better go write that letter then.” I said flatly and turned to leave.

“Dom, wait!” Fred exclaimed, standing up suddenly. “I’ll…I’ll go with you. I have to send a letter too.”

“Oh, cool. Bye guys.” I said to Giles and Roxanne, and Fred and I left the hall together.

“So what really happened with you and Harriet?” he asked as soon as we were in the entrance hall.

I looked down at my feet. “I can’t really say.” I muttered. There was no way I could explain without telling him that I liked Giles and Fred, being Giles best friend, was bound to tell him if he found out.

He put his arm around my shoulder and squeezed me tight. “What on earth is there in the world that you can’t tell your favourite cousin?”

I smiled weakly up at him. “This,” I said apologetically. He let go of me and pushed me lightly.

“Ah, you’re no fun! Can I at least have three guesses?” he asked.

“If you want…” I said hesitantly.

He squinted his eyes in mock consideration. “Ok! My first guess: it’s to do with the way Giles and Roxanne have suddenly started being all lovey-dovey?”

What?

I stared at him, my mouth opening and closing like a fish. He punched the air triumphantly. “I was right!”

“How did you…I don’t…Am I that obvious?” I spluttered.

“Are you that obvious about what?” he asked innocently.

“About liking Giles!” I hissed.

It was Fred’s turn to look shocked.

“You like Giles?”

Uh-oh.

“What?”

“Don’t what me, you said it.”

I felt like screaming. “But, but…you just said!” I cried.

We’d come to a halt outside the owlery door. Fred was staring at me very strangely. “I thought Harriet was mad because she didn’t want one of her friends- i.e. Roxanne- to date her brother and as you were the one who told Roxanne to go ahead and ask him out, she was taking her anger out on you.”

Oh God, Dom. You are so stupid.

“Oh.” I said. “Roxanne…Roxanne told you I said that to her?”

Fred frowned. “Well, yeah. She wanted to make sure I’d be cool with her and my best friend hooking up.”

“And are you?” I demanded.

“Well it is a little weird. But who am I to stop them?”

“But just a minute ago you were trying to make her leave us alone!” I exclaimed.

“I was just joking around, Dom.” He said.

“Well wait,” I said, an idea coming to my head. “Giles wouldn’t date your sister if he thought you were mad about it so you should tell him that you are!”

Fred folded his arms. “And why would I do that?”

“Because…” I trailed off pathetically.

“Because you like Giles. Yeah, I know. Well I’m sorry, Dominique, but I’m not gonna make my sister miserable just because you weren’t fast enough to get a guy.”

Wow, Fred really is a wonderful brother.

“Besides,” he snapped. “You shouldn’t have told Roxanne to ask him out in the first place, if you’re so obsessed with him!”

“I’m not obsessed with him.” I mumbled.

“Whatever.” He said, and turned to walk away.

“Fred!” I cried frantically.

He stopped. “What?” he said without turning around.

“Don’t you have to write a letter?” I asked.

“No. I lied.” He said and continued walking.

I ran after him again. “Wait, Fred! Wait!”

This time he turned around to face me. “What do you want, Dominique?” he snapped.

Ouch. He’d called me by my full name.

“Just…please don’t tell Giles about this, okay?” I begged. “Please.”

“Whatever. I won’t.”

“Thank-“ I began but he’d already walked away.

Dismayed, I walked back to the owlery.

Well done, Dom. Now you’re best friend and you’re cousin are both mad at you. Things couldn’t be going more swell!

I found a scrap piece of parchment and a quill in my bag and quickly scribbled a note.

Hey Mum and Dad,
Just letting you know that things are all fine here. I haven’t even seen Louis since I got off the train, and Victoire is being her usual self-obsessed self.
Roxanne got made quidditch captain this year (I’m sure you heard already) and she convinced me to join the team!!!!
I must be crazy, I know, but I think I might really enjoy it. Only problem is, I haven’t got a broom. I was wondering if I could borrow yours, Dad, until Christmas because the school ones are really not good enough to play on. Please, please, please? I really want to be on the team.
I miss you both- and I miss eating decent muffins; the school ones aren’t nearly as good as yours, Mum!
Love you both!

Dominique x

P.S. Send my love to Aunt Gaby.



I folded it up and called my owl, Mr. Teach, down off his perch. He looked very excited to actually be getting a job and pecked my hand affectionately as I tied the letter to his leg.

“At least you’re still my friend.” I said sadly as I carried him to the window.

He hooted softly, and flew out the window. I watched him until he was just a speck on the horizon, before turning, and leaving the owlery.

I decided Harriet had had enough time to cool down by now, so I set off to find her, prepared to grovel at her feet for forgiveness if necessary.


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