Valentine Devilry

Disclaimer::: every thing you recognize belongs to JK Rowling. I am not making any money here so please don’t sue me

A/N: This fic is a response to Nesscafe’s Valentine\'s Day, BAH-HUM-BUG Challenge. This is going to be a short one, some 13-14 chapters long. Mainly M/F relationships. Some smut later on in the story is not unlikely. Please RnR.


Chapter 1

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\"Goddamnit. Not again. Not here too.\" I cried at the scene unfolding before my eyes. I had just entered the library - the safe haven, my sanctuary from the world\'s miseries and problems; and what do I see there.

A pair of giggling girls sitting on a table with their robes off and legs crossed high - as high as possible - and three blouse buttons open - as low as possible - for the benefit of two guys on the table right across them who couldn’t make up their mind whether to keep gawking or go ahead and do what they had clearly come to do.

I rushed past them chanting my mantra under my breath.
“Don’t look at them. Don’t think about them. Don’t break anything, definitely not someone’s neck. Move away ASAP. Move away, girl.” Over and over.

However stupid it sounds, this mantra had saved so many people over the past two weeks including me. Others, from dying a painful death at my hands and myself from Azkaban. But it wasn’t working very well at this moment as the girls had left their table and were moving towards the back of the library where I intended to escape from their frivolous behavior.

Thankfully, being the Head Girl has its advantages. Apart from a separate bedroom, I get unlimited access to the restricted section. Thank Heavens for the silencing charms placed over this section. I head straight there. At least now I can enjoy a little peace.

No such luck for me. The scene from outside was being Xeroxed here, only with two participants instead of four this time. Aaaargh!! This is just what I need. Two hormone-driven teenagers courting non-verbally across tables. I feel like breaking something.

In retrospect, I think I am very contentious nowadays. But it isn’t my fault that it is the first week of February. No, correction, the week before Valentine’s Day is what it is being referred to as around the school. And as you can guess that means there is a Valentine’s Ball around the corner and I honestly can’t wait for it to come.

Now, don’t misunderstand me. I am not some love-crazed person who can’t wait to revel in her lover’s embrace dancing and revolving on a floor full of people jostling for space. Nah not my cup of coffee (I hate tea!). It’s just that the sooner it comes the sooner it will be over. And I won’t have to watch these ludicrous antics I was being forced to be privy to. This asking-out business is driving me up the wall.

Honestly, I have never understood why such hoopla is made over asking a girl out for a ball. Now take these two individuals in front of me, for instance. The girl knows the guy wants to ask her out, the guy knows the girl knows he wants to ask her out and Goddamnit even I know he wants to ask her out. Then what is taking them so fucking long. They’ll just keep sitting there, the girl giggling like mad and the guy sweating and fidgeting nervously.

And before you ask, I am not going to the ball. One, I am a profoundly private person and don’t believe in PDA* which I will be definitely subjected to in the course of the evening. And Two,on’ton’t have a date. And no, I won’t say that I was flooded with offers and I didn’t find anyone interesting enough, though the latter is unquestionably true. The truth of the matter is that I wasn’t asked. Not even once. By no one. No one at all. My Grand total of offers was … zero. Zilch. Nada.

Any specific reasons? , you ask. Numerous, I say. I am not exactly beauty incarnate, what with my bushy, wild hair and my dull, boring chocolate eyes (How I wish I had eyes of some exotic shade. That would give at least some color to my personality.) I am exceedingly intelligent and a sucker for intellectual conversation. I am definitely not coquette. Harry says he can’t, in his wildest imagination, see me making eyes at a guy.

Harry is my best friend. So is Ron. But what do they know? They are both going to the ball with their respective dates: Luna Lovegood and Lavender Brown. Not that they haven’t tried to force me to go stag to the ball. Devil knows they have. But what was stopping at least one of them to ask me to go to the ball with them? I would definitely have said no, but that would have done wonders to my self-esteem. But I don’t begrudge them their moment of happiness that has come after such a long time. But it is here at last, with oldie voldie finally dead last summer.

A sudden smacking noise broke my reverie. I don’t look up from the book I am supposedly reading. Seems like he finally asked her and she of course accepted and they are now one happy couple kissing away to glory. I try to ignore them. Still the noise is distracting. I’ll have to do something. I try coughing discreetly. A little loud now. No effect. Summoning my harshest voice, I say, “However unbelievable it may sound to you, romance is not be-all and end-all for some people. So if you are done swapping gallons of saliva and thousands of germs I’d like to study.”

The girl wrinkled her nose over my description of kissing and they left hurriedly, no wonder to continue the act. I let out a sigh of relief and went back to my book. No sooner had I looked down I felt someone standing right behind me. I turned around, piqued only to stare at a pair of dark eyes. “You just saved Hufflepuff a hundred points, Miss Granger.”


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* PDA = Public Display Of Affection like kissing, petting, necking in public.



A/N: So how was it?? Hope it’s to your liking. It’s my first fic ever. So please be generous and r/r .