Valentine Devilry

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Chapter Eight


The question is, can I stay the night?


I quickly weigh my options. If I don’t stay, my friends will think that I haven’t forgiven them, which I haven’t, but for appearances’ sake I have. So that really doesn’t leave much of a choice. Hmmm. Okay, if I DO stay then I’ll have two problems. A night without the tranquility of my rooms which I desperately need for doing the pending homework, for one. And secondly, if I stay then I’ll not be able to think of a plan to carry out on V-day because I need to concentrate.

Yeah, we haven’t decided what to do. There just wasn’t any time left to think after we were done wihe dhe deal. So we decided to sleep on it and meet tomorrow to discuss what we came up with. If I stay, I don’t think I’ll be able to think. And I really don’t want to let him take all the credit or doubt his faith in my competence, if I can call it faith. So what do I do? My mind is in turmoil again. Stay. Oh yeah, and show up at the meeting like an incompetent fool. But these are your friends. And they showed their friendship this afternoon. But you already pretended to forgive them. Oh Fuck. Aha I win. Grunt.

So I am staying after all. I tell that to the people assembled in front of me, hanging on my every word. That starts a round of whoops and howls of cheer and hurrah which gets started all over again someone walks in the door and gets to know I am staying. Maybe I am not ‘so’ unpopular after all.

Finally, we get settled in front of the fire in the common room. Old memories come rushing back and my eyes flood with tears suddenly. These are my friends and I love them more than anything else in the world. I belong here.

I stay in this mood for a long time. At about one in the morning, we go to bed. I mean the boys go to bed. The talk continues in the girls’ dormitory. I don’t mind the noise as such but problem is that they expect me to participate. The topic: the ball. Oh hell, why did I stay the night? I could have stayed till bed time and returned to sleep. Now I am stuck. I can’t leave now. It’ll look really bad. The girls will be really hurt.

So I am stranded here, in for a ‘girly’ night, with nowhere to run. Take a deep breath, girl and remember, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. I gear up for the incessant giggling and banal discussion about the ball. Who’ll be wearing what and who’s going with whom. Blah blah blah. Seems like they have forgotten the afternoon showdown and the very reason I am here. I roll my eyes. Girls.

I try my best to not hex them all the way to Valentine’s Day. But it’s hard considering they are driving me up the wall. After a while I stop actually listening, they won’t notice if I stick to monosyllables. They perhaps’t n’t notice even if I fall asleep so engrossed are they in their silly discussions. My mind wanders off to what I’d rather be doing. My reverie is broken by rather loud giggling even by their standards. I tune in again only to find they are discussing: blow jobs.

Eeew. Now I feel really inept. Not only am I an utter novice in the field of fellatio, I don’t know what they are talking about half the time. Okay so now you know, there is a realm where the Gryffindor little-miss-know-it-all is out to lunch. However hard that is to believe, I haven’t even kissed a guy on the lips and here these girls are talking about kissing and licking and doing Satan knows what to his member. Oh I feel like a dumbbell.

Suddenly an idea starts bubbling in my mind. Why don’t I make the most of this opportunity and find what the is one thing these people associate with Valentine’s Day the most. I mean what, if denied on that day, will pinch them the most. I decide to ask them.

“Umm, Lavender.”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s play a game.”
There’s xcitxcited cry of cheer. They are all game for it and looking at me to explain.
“It’s like this. I’ll say a word and you have to speak the first word that comes to your mind on hearing it. No time to think. If you take long you’ll be disqualified. If I can’t find a word soon, the one playing will win. Okay.”
“Okay.”

“Who wants to go first? Parvati, let’s start with you.”
“Okay shoot.”
“Cool”
“Water”
“Lake”
“Swim”
“Sheep”
“Wool”
“Warm”
“Utopia”
“ummmmmmm Luna.”

“Oops. You took too long. You’re out. Lavender, wanna come next.”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Knut”
“Bronze”
“Goblin”
“Gringott’s”
“Gold”
“Necklace”
“Neck”
“Hickey”
“Mickey”
Silence.
I expected her to say mouse. But she being a witch would of course not know of muggle cartoon characters. Two down, two to go.

“Okay, Luna your turn.”
“I am ready when you are.”
“Day”
“Night”
“Red”
“Blood”
“Sky”
“Broom”
“Broom”
“Harry”
“Harry”
“Love”
“Love”
“Valentine’s Day”
“Valentine’s Day”
“Sex.”
I was stumped.

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A/N :: I am sorry, for not updating for so long. I had this writer\'s block as big as mount fuji. but now i have the next three chapters outlined and written halfway. so next updates will be sooner.

This was the most difficult chapter to write. I can\'t recall a single girly night like the one described above. btw Ginny and Luna are staying over too in this chapter.

nesscafe:: a little romance might be on the cards. let them get to the ball first, if at all and we\'ll take it from there ;)

alisha :: Severus n Hermione flirting to ruin everyone\'s mood is so cliché. Nah I am gonna do it different. In any case i dont find them flirting gross. like you said when he does it in his own sexy way ;)

spaz141,Droxy,Lizski,scifichick774 -- thanks for reading my fic. please continue to give me your feedback. its food to my muse. please dont starve it :D

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Sohara