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Hi, my name is Morgan
Byrd
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 | Hate That I Love You -10- (HP) |
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 5 with 3 vote(s)
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| Created: 2008-05-26 03:39:39 |
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“There you are Morgan!” Darcy sighed in relief as I entered the crowded inn and made my way, weaving in between the many tables crammed into the room, over to the round table where her, Rose, Al, Tom, Bradley and Adrian were sat. As I reached them, I had to stifle a laugh at the situation Rose was in; Bradley was leaning back in his chair as he could with his arm laying across the back of her chair and she was sat bolt upright with a look of subtle disgust obviously evident on her pretty face. Her expression changed, however, as she caught sight of my face, and her left eyebrow raised ever so slightly in a ‘what’s-up-your-broomstick?’ way. I eyeballed over her head to the ladies bathroom and she jumped to her feet as Al took another swig of Butterbeer.
“I gotta pee!”She exclaimed loudly, causing Bradley to frown in alarm and Al to almost choke to death on his Butterbeer, turning a violent shade of purple.
“Subtle, Rose, Subtle!” Al wheezed, gasping for air.
“When a girl’s got to go, a girl’s got to go,” she replied simply, turning to me. “Care to accompany, Mo?”
“Why of course dearest,” I replied, beginning to turn away from the table.
“But you only just got here!” Tom moaned, pouting at me (extremely unattractive!).
“You’ll live for five minutes sweetie!” I said, pouting exasperatedly back, before grabbing Rose by the wrist. “You coming Darcy?”
“No,” Darcy replied smiling. “I think Al might need a bit of help!” I glanced at Al, who was still choking although the colour in his face had calmed down a little and was now a nice shade of scarlet, and gave a small nod, grinning. I turned and weaved my way through the many tarnished wooden tables crammed into the tiny little pub that were occupied by Hogwarts students and burst through the door to the bathroom.
“Alright, spill Morgan!” Rose said firmly as soon as she followed me in, making sure that no-one was in the room before sealing the door with a wave of her wand. I pulled out mine as well and muttered “Muffliato” to the room to prevent unseen eavesdroppers preying on our conversation.
“Geez, this must be serious!” she joked, looking at me intently. Placing my back against the icily cold stone wall, I rested the back of my head against its rough surface and closed my eyes, attempting to stem the torrent of emotions crashing through my body.
“Morgan Byrd, what the he.ll is it?!” My eyes snapped open as I mentally prevented myself from being permanently engulfed by my thoughts and glanced at her, blushing slightly at my distant behaviour towards her. Rose sighed, tapping her silver shoed foot on the hard wooden floorboards. “If you pulled me away from that oh-so interesting conversation outside for me to watch you zone out, then that’s the last twenty seconds of my life now wasted forev-” I cut her short, not wanting her to get into her stride.
“I just had a bit of an encounter with your oh-so charming cousin!” I replied quickly, rolling my eyes heavily. Rose smirked, shaking her head.
“Well?” I frowned at her. “Which cousin are you talking about?!” I laughed quietly; she had good reason to ask as about ten of her cousins currently attended Hogwarts.
“Why don’t you have a guess?!” I answered sarcastically. I expected her to roll her eyes dramatically, flick her hair and tell me not to worry about it as James always flirted with all of her female friends, no exceptions. What I hadn’t expected her to do, however, was to jump up and down in the air clapping her hands together, emitting a high-pitched squeal of evident excitement. “What?” I asked, utterly confused.
“I knew it!” she shrieked between jumps and squeals of delight. My frown deepened a couple more inches.
“Knew what? Rose, what in the name of Merlin’s baggy Y-fronts are you on about?!” I snapped back at her, irritated. Rose’s jumping ceased, yet she still continued to grin broadly at me.
“Well I feel that I need to inform you on some juicy hot news dearest!” She said, her voice wavering slightly as she struggled to not explode once more.
She paused.
I waited.
And waited.
“What?!” Rose looked as if she was about to combust with excitement.
“James BLATENTLY likes you!” She burst out, and began to shimmy around the bathroom singing “I kneeew it, he liiiiikes you, he really likes you, he really LOOOVES you!” I stared at her silently in dumb shock, feeling as though I’d just been bamboozled over the head by a rather large sledge hammer.
“I-I-I’m s-sorry......w-what?!” I spluttered in alarm after the few moments of temporary paralysis had ebbed away. Rose’s dancing was replaced with howling laughter as she spotted the dumb-struck look on my face.
“Well obviously!” she said (as if this news was now common knowledge!), her laughter dieing away as she turned to the mirror positioned above the sinks to check her reflection. “From what I’ve seen and heard, he likes you. A lot!” I walked over to where she was now fixing her hair and stood as though in a daze, still in shock.
“What?!” I stammered again, looking at her in the mirror as she proceeded to French plait her hair, seemingly unaware that her best friend was liable to have two heart attacks in one day (which doesn’t even seem possible yet there I was!) Somehow, through my stupor, I managed to pull myself together.
“Well I’m sorry to burst your bubble but I’m afraid that he’s going to be EXTREMELY disappointed because-”
“-from what I can tell, you feel the same,” Rose cut in. There was a pause in which I stared at her, mortified.
“Excuse me?! No! No no no no no! There is no reason whatsoever for you to even BEGIN to think such a diabolical thought! I never have, do not now and never will have any feelings other than hatred towards that boy! And THAT, Rose Weasley, is FINAL!” I said with great conviction, even though deep down inside I wasn’t all that certain. We stood there for a while in silence.
“But you *were* flirting back-” Rose began.
“NO!” I cried in exasperation, turning away and pulling out my wand. “Let’s get back to the others and relieve Darcy and Al of their burden shall we?” As I unsealed the door I caught sight of Rose’s face; she appeared to be having an internal battle with her brain.
“Geez, what now?” I sighed, turning to face her.
“Well,” she said slowly, failing dismally to suppress an evil grin. “I was just thinking…” Something in my brain twigged what she was going to say next.
“Don’t,” I said warningly. “I mean it Rose! Don’t say it-” but it was too late.
“GOD you two would have darn gorgeous babies!” she erupted, hanging on my arm and staring mistily off into space. I let out an amused laugh, nodding my head in agreement.
“True, true…although it would help if we actually *liked* each other!” Rose was brought back to earth with a thump and glared at me.
“Morgan Byrd, have you even been listening to ANYTHING that I’ve been saying to you for the past 10 minutes?!” I pulled a face of mock concentration to infuriate her even more.
“Ummmm…I don’t think so, it seems to have been conveniently wiped from my memory!” Rose shoved me with her shoulder
“You’re bloody difficult, that’s what you are!” I smirked mischievously.
“Now would you love me if I wasn’t?”
.:~ to be continued ~:. |
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