Confessions of Adhara Greengrass | Confessions of pubs, kissing and proclamations of love
One thing that probably should have been considered before we got ourselves into this was the fact that we’re a bunch of wizards in Muggle London. Meaning, we have no idea where we are and are currently walking around aimlessly.
“Do you even know where we’re going, James?” asks Molly, annoyed.
“Of course I do!” replies James indignantly.
Oh, yeah, I also forgot to mention we’re in an alley. And, no, not like Diagon Alley – this alley has dumpsters.
“Let’s just go back,” says Albus.
“No,” replies James. “Muggle London is supposed to be full of pubs.”
“That’s why we’ve passed so many,” comments Roxanne dryly.
“Oh, yeah, well you try to navigate around Muggle London!” shoots back James angrily.
“Uh, James, we aren’t in Muggle London, we’re in a freaking alley!” retorts Lucy.
We continue on our way down the alley and which leads to a street. “You see!” continues James indignantly. “I have found Muggle London!” A few people walking past us shoot James odd looks. They probably think he’s drunk. James stops directly in front of the first pub we see. The Pub. Oh, how original.
“We are not going in there,” says Molly, wrinkling her nose.
“Don’t be picky, ginger,” says Fred, grabbing her arm.
“Shut up, you have red hair, too!” shouts Molly.
James opens the door and lets us all inside. “Don’t forget, be inconspicuous.”
Has he forgotten we’re with Scorpius and Eleanor?
The pub is cloudy with cigarette smoke and we all slip into the nearest booth just as a waitress comes up to our table. “What’ll you all have?”
“A beer,” says James, trying desperately to act mature and failing miserably.
Honestly, Voldemort in a pub would be less obvious than him.
“Same,” replies Fred, winking at the waitress. Dear Voldemort.
Roxanne, Molly and Lucy order the same thing and the waitress writes all the orders down.
“I’ll have a water, please,” says Rose politely. The waitress raises an eyebrow but says nothing.
“Ads,” whispers Eleanor. “What do I get? Beer looks disgusting.”
“I don’t know anything about Muggle drinks, look at the menu,” I whisper back.
Eleanor nods and looks at the menu. “I’ll have a whiskey,” says Eleanor.
The waitress nods. “On the rocks?”
“No, no rocks,” replies Eleanor, confused.
“Ads,” whispers Eleanor. “Why do Muggles put rocks in their drinks?” Oh, Merlin.
The waitress shakes her head and looks at Scorpius. “You probably get asked this a lot,” begins Scorpius. “But what is a rum and Coke?”
The waitress’ eyebrows knit together in confusion as if she doesn’t understand the joke. The funny part is that there is no joke, Scorpius is just an idiot. Scorpius looks at her expectantly.
“It’s a rum… and Coke,” she replies.
“Yes, but what does that entail?” asks Scorpius.
“Rum and Coke,” she answers, as if it’s obvoius, which it is. “Can I see some ID?”
James shakes his head and Scorpius pulls his fake ID out proudly. “I’m Farley Briggs.”
“I can see that,” says the waitress. “So, the rum and Coke?”
“Yes,” answers Scorpius.
“All right,” she replies. She turns to me expectantly.
“I’ll have red wine,” I say, naming the first thing on the menu.
The waitress turns to leave as James kicks Scorpius. “Idiot, you almost blew it.”
“I was just asking what the drink was,” replies Scorpius huffily.
“Whatever,” says Albus. “We’re getting our drinks, she clearly believed the stupid ID.”
“Because I confounded her,” replies Fred.
“You can’t just confound someone, Fred!” whispers Rose harshly.
“I just did,” answers Fred.
“You’re an idiot,” Roxanne tells her older brother.
The waitress comes back with our drinks and we all drink in silence. I sip my wine until the glass is empty. Eleanor takes big gulps of her drink. “Easy there, El. That’s not Butterbeer,” I say, making a grab for her drink. She ignores me and drains her glass.
“I love you,” she says immediately after she’s done and proceeds to hug me.
Immediately after everyone’s finished their drinks, Rose is the only one staring at us silently as if we’re idiots. I have to restrain Eleanor from getting up and dancing while James and Fred go to the bar. Albus gets up to go to the loos. Molly and Lucy are in a heated argument while Roxanne stares on with glassy eyes. And Scorpius, determined to epitomize the stereotype of tactless blonde boy, is chatting up a very offended-looking Rose.
“Your hair is like the colour of dead leaves,” says Scorpius, playing with a lock of Rose’s hair.
What a charmer.
“Your eyes are like the colour of pixies,” continues Scorpius. “And you smell like…” He pauses to smell her. “Dead roses.”
Oh, sweet Salazar.
“What did I ever do to you?” asks Rose angrily. “Why do you always feel the need to insult me?”
Scorpius looks confused. “But, I’m complimenting you!”
“By saying I smell like dead roses?” retorts Rose.
“Adhara told me to!” says Scorpius, pointing at me.
Rose rounds on me. “Is this some sort of joke?”
Oh, sweet baby Voldemort.
“I told him to say you smelled nice!” I say defensively.
“You think I smell nice?” asks Rose.
“Like a field of roses,” answers Scorpius earnestly.
Which, in Scorpius’ mind, is a compliment. Idiot doesn’t even know they come from bushes, not fields. Good Godric.
“I love you,” declares Scorpius.
Rose gasps and practically jumps Scorpius. They begin kissing feverishly. Okay, disgusting.
Eleanor has gotten away and is dancing wildly across the room. I contemplate going to get her but leave her. Her dance moves pretty much ward off any danger of pedophiles.
I head over to James and Fred at the bar. “What’s up, blondie?” asks Fred, glassy-eyed.
I roll my eyes at him and take the clear drink from his hand. “Thanks, I was really thirsty,” I say. Fred makes a move to grab the drink but I push him away and drink the water… that isn’t water. It tastes like nail polish remover. “What the hell did you give me?”
“I didn’t give you anything,” replies Fred. “You stole it!”
I roll my eyes at him again and head off towards the loos to rinse out my mouth.
I turn the corner of the hallway and bump into something hard. I regain my balance and look up to see Albus standing there.
Oh, joy unbounded.
“Hello, Albus,” I say and suddenly realize I’m slurring my words.
“Adhara, have you been drinking more?” asks Albus, concerned. Oh, sweet Salazar, his beautiful eyes are so green. And he looks so cute when he’s concerned.
Focus, brain, focus. Do not succumb to Albus Potter’s charm. “No,” I say quite loudly, backing away from him.
“You have!” accuses Albus. “Come on, let’s go. I told James this was a bad idea.”
“No,” I say stubbornly. “Leave me alone.”
“Adhara, come on,” says Albus, pulling my arm.
“No!” I reply angrily. “You can’t just pretend you care. You’re with Gemma and I – I don’t feel like talking to you, you… boy.” Oh, sweet Merlin.
“Adhara —” begins Albus.
“No,” I interrupt. “You really hurt me, Albus Potter.”
Albus opens his mouth to speak but I interrupt him again. “Just go away.” I know I sound completely childish, but I suddenly have a feeling that I’m going to vomit and that I probably should make my way towards the loos beforehand.
“No,” replies Albus, coming closer to me so that when I back away from him my back hits the wall and I’m cornered.
“Why do you always have to make it worse?” I ask him quietly. “You make me think that you care then you get back together with Gemma?”
“I do like you, Adhara,” explains Albus, raking a hand through his already ruffled dark hair.
“But you like Gemma more,” I reply flatly.
“You don’t understand,” says Albus, shaking his head.
“Oh, yeah? Well, don’t try to explain it to me because I don’t want to —”
Albus cuts me off by leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. His hands cup my face and his lips are so soft that I can’t think. He pushes against me more and suddenly his tongue is in my mouth.
Oh, Merlin. I am so not prepared for this. I should have read a book or watched a tutorial. What in the name of Voldemort am I supposed to be doing with my tongue? There’s no room in my mouth for two tongues!
Oh my Salazar, I’m going to choke on my own tongue! Breathe, breathe.
Before I can decide what to do with my tongue I feel the bile rising in my throat and push Albus away firmly before I vomit… all over the front of his shirt.
Oh, sweet Voldemort. I have a sinking feeling that I’m going to deeply regret drinking in the morning.
Author's Note So... after 15 chapters of sexual tension, I figured they kinda had to kiss. I'd love to know everyone's thoughts on this chapter. I'll be honest, I was kind of hesitant to put this up after the response of last chapter because I don't know what I did wrong. Anyways, I'd really appreciate if you gave your opinion on this because this chapter is really important to me. Thank you all for reading! :)
ps. I recently set up a formspring (it's on my author's page), a couple of people have seen it and if you haven't and wanna ask a question, I'd love to answer it.
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