Fan Fiction ❯ The one Who Never Knew ❯ Boys, Boys, Boys, ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 5, Boys, Boys, Boys

Mendel,

What the hells with the owl? It took me like an hour to catch the stupid thing and even longer to get this tied to its ankle, I hope this gets to you.

Anyways, to the point of this letter.

You are too embarrassed by me. And I know not telling you about the whole probation thing, was awful of me, and I deserve being called a jerk, you really should have some faith in me. I mean I'm sure I'd like your parents just fine. What your really afraid of is that they won't like me, and they'll ban you from seeing me, which they've already done, haven't they? And I still won't stop hanging with you. I may just have to go talk to them about our friendship. You may be a freak, but you're the dopest freak I know. Anyways, I'm glad your happy where you are, but I kinda noticed that all your new "friends" you listed are guys names. And well I just hope, that your not letting them take advantage of you. Not that you would but, you know, I don't want you to end up some sort of skank or something.

Anyways, does it really annoy you that I call you by your last name? Cause I was thinking, you know if it does, I've got a nickname that would work well for you, Querida.

Wishing you were here, with me and my TV,

Rob

I stared down at the piece of paper in my hands. I mean, he almost sounded… jealous in the end bit. Plus he said I was dope. I tried really hard to not smile, you know, because he also implied that I was turning into a skank and that I had no faith in him, but I mean, I couldn't help it and ended up sitting there with Mosh-Pit scratching around in my lunch holding the letter in my hands and smiling idiotically at it like it said that I had just one a million dollars or galleons or whatever.

"Is that from Rob?" Lavender asked after a second leaning forward and trying to read it over my shoulder. I folded it quickly.

"Yeah," I said as nonchalantly as I could. Seamus Finnigan, across from me raised an eyebrow.

"Isn't that the convict?" He asked and it seemed like the whole room turned and looked at me. Man rumors get around at Hogwarts.

"He isn't a convict, exactly," I said defensively, and then noticed what I was saying and went: "But he is a lying jerk."

"You seemed pretty happy about what he said in the letter," Hermione pointed out. I glared at her. Seriously, some people just notice way too much.

"Can I read it?" Lavender asked still hovering around me as if in hopes that I would unfold it again if she stayed there long enough.

"No," I said. She looked taken aback.

"I thought you said you didn't like him anymore because he lied to you," She said matter-of-factly.

"I did. And I don't like him anymore," I insisted.

"Then what does it matter if we read it?" Parvati asked also coming over to hover around me and my letter. Hermione glared at them from across the table.

"Just because she doesn't like him anymore doesn't mean that it still isn't personal," she said in that know-it-all voice that she has when she knows she is right (which is most of the time) I smiled at her gratefully.

"But what could he write that's so personal if you don't even like him?" Ron asked from beside her. Hermione elbowed him.

"Ron, that's none of our business," She snapped.

"Then what do you consider our business?" Ron snapped back, "If you don't consider what's in letters our friends get, maybe I should stop letting you read those letters I get from Fred and George. And maybe Harry shouldn't let us read his letters from Lupin, and Sir-"

"Ron!"

"Well Hermione?"

"That's different because we're bestfriends," She said as quietly as she could.

"So then you'll let me read what's in those letters you got from Vicky?!?!" He asked loudly his face turning beet red.

"That's different!" Hermione shouted back.

"How?"

"Because, it is! And I don't see why you're still sore about that! The tournament is over, I'm not fraternizing with the enemy anymore!" She yelled.

"Because, he could be evil, I mean he's from Durmstrang Hermione!" He shouted and I could see Professor Snape come towards our table. Harry must have too cause he popped up grabbed Ron by the arm and started yanking him out of the Great hall.

"Well, it's a new record, you and Ron have gone four and a half days without a row," Neville said. Hermione glared at him.

"Sorry," He muttered quickly. While the other Gryffindor's laughed. But I wasn't really paying attention to the other Gryffindors, because my eyes had drifted to the Slytherin table, where Draco Malfoy was sitting staring at me, then he looked back to another Slytherin and shook his head, the other Slytherin said something nodded and pointed at me. I didn't find out what they were talking about, until later that night.

~*~

"So, who's Vicky?" I asked Ron later on as he sat in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common room. He and Hermione, apparently, weren't talking and Harry was with her in the library studying, leaving Ron alone in the light of the fire. He looked up at me and I noticed that his eyes were almost as nice as Rob's, almost.

"A massive…Git that Hermione's most likely going out with," He said biting his bottom lip. I raised my eyebrows at him.

"That bad?" I asked slowly.

"He's just, shifty. I wish she would just stop writing to him, and going to visit him," He said shaking his head.

"Because you like her?" I asked.

"No!" He shouted, staring at me wide-eyed with his: Almost-As-Nice-As-Rob-Eyes. "I mean, where'd you hear that? You don't even hardly know us," He added quickly.

"Um, sorry," I said slowly. "That's just what Lavender said after Harry pulled you out of the Great Hall," I explained.

"Me liking Hermione? That's just, well, it's not true. I like other types of girls," He said "I'm just trying to save her from getting messed with by that great Bulgarian…Git!" I rolled my eyes. Obvious. Too obvious.

"Well, good luck," I muttered standing up.

"Where you going?" He asked inquiringly.

"I've got a study session, for potions," I explained. Ron raised one eyebrow.

"Not with Malfoy, I hope," He said. Just my luck, the whole bloody schools heard.

"Well, he is a straight A in potions," I said defensively.

"So is Hermione," Ron pointed out. "Besides," He added seemingly because he realized he had just mentioned her name (but that could've just been me) "Your only doing first year potions, I mean, I could help you if you needed it," He offered.

"That's ok. I mean, even if I do decide not to study with him, I have to at least tell him. I can't just ditch him." Ron gave me a look like "Why not?" But I just smiled at him grabbed my books and set out for the empty classroom which we had agreed on meeting in.

~*~

"So, when were you planning on telling me?" came the icy voice of my new potions tutor as I walked into the classroom shutting the door behind me.

"Telling you what?" I asked sitting backwards on the chair in front of his.

"Uh, that you're a mudblood, and a first year," He sneered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"A what? And I thought you'd already know seeing as you knew my name and where I'm from," I replied.

"A mudblood, dirty, disgusting, non-magic slut who somehow gets the slightest magical gift and then sees themselves equal with us, purebloods. And I heard you were new, I heard your name, I heard where your from, and that your hot, but already have a boyfriend who's a… Convict? Nothing about being a dunce," He said cruelly, looking at me with disgust and yet, just a little bit of something else…

"I'm not a dunce, I just started here after having no magical training whatsoever. Plus, I resent the fact that you called me a slut, and as far as I know, I can't be a mudblood, because I'm a-… Never mind that last one," I replied tartly.

"Never mind?" He asked leaning forward seductively until his head and mine were like less then inches apart.

"Yes, never mind," I said in a slightly squeaky voice.

"But I do mind. And I'd like to know that proof that your not a mudblood, because if your not, well that does open up possibilities, doesn't it?" He said in this low voice. Not quite as low as Rob Wilkins can get, but still, very good sounding.

"What exactly are you insinuating?" I asked slowly, I mean I'm not stupid, I pretty much got what he was saying, but you know, having him spell it out is a lot more fun. He leaned forward just barely letting his lips brush mine.

"That's what I'm insinuating," He said smugly as I took in a couple deep breaths then he pulled back and opened his potions book. I'm not joking, he we are on the verge of snogging and what doe she decide to do? Study. I swear, I really must repel guys.

~*~

"So, when are you going to reply?" Lavender asked practically jumping at me the second I stepped into the Gryffindor common room.

"Reply?" I asked, then remembering, Rob's letter.

"Duh, to Rob. I hope you don't mind… I read it, but you left it right on your bed, so I just figured it would be ok, you know?" She said in the really lame voice.

"Right under my pillow, on my bed," I corrected. She blushed but then pointed at me accusingly,

"I thought you didn't like him, you wouldn't keep his letter under your pillow if you didn't like him!" It was my turn to blush. I glanced around the room for something to use to change the subject.

"It really does taste good," I said to a first year that was being given a jiggly jelly worm from Fred and George Wealsey, Ron's older twin brothers. Fred winked at me appreciatively as the eleven year old put the worm shaped candy in his mouth and then started staggering around the room because of the jiggly affect. The room roared with laughter and George clapped me on the back.

"I think this ones a natural," Lee Jordan said through laughs. I grinned and then turned to help the kid off the floor. He smiled sheepishly at me and then ran off to a group of other first years who immediately began whispering the words "Jade Mendel" "Weasley" "Twins" and "Dating" very obviously heard. Fred and George both obviously hearing this smiled at each other, stationed themselves on either side of me and then leaned in kissing me on the cheeks. This made the group go into frantic hissing as we all laughed.

"Ja-ade" Lavender whined making it sound like two syllables. I turned and snapped at her.

"What?"

"The letter," She hissed I rolled my eyes but followed her to the girls' corridor, where Hermione sat looking quite unsettled.

"What's wrong?" I asked as she sat there biting her nails and trying to get Parvati to shut up.

"Ron," Parvati answered. I nodded knowingly. Which was pretty cool, I mean at my old school I was never in on all this kind of stuff.

"You'd think with all the fighting you two do then one of you would finally realize what is so blatantly obvious to everyone else in the bloody school," Lavender said shaking her head. Hermione glared at her.

"We are just friends, that is all. The only reason he doesn't like Viktor is because, well, I'm not sure why he still doesn't like Viktor, but it's probably just because he goes to Durmstrang or something," Hermione said in a bored voice. The two other girls rolled their eyes.

"Fine, if you don't want to talk about it, we have more important news anyways," Lavender said snobbily looking at me. I gave her a questioning look. "The letter," She said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh right," I said sounding as bored as Hermione had. Parvati brightened at this and the two girls gathered around me as I pulled out some parchment, (not paper, oh no, parchment) a quill, (not a pen) and some ink, (for the quill… duh)

Rob,

First, sorry about the owl that's literally how they send letters here, no joke. This really shouldn't surprise you, since I mean in your letter you said I was a freak and all. So I go to a freak school, with freak rules.

About you being a jerk, well, like you said, you deserve being called one. And you don't embarrass me! I swear!

I am totally appalled at you suggesting that just because I have other friends that are guys, that I'm a skank. I am so not a skank, and I definitely don't let people take advantage of me, you of all people should know that. Besides, even if I was, why would you care, it's not like I'm your girlfriend. And about you going to talk to my parents, if you do, you are so dead. I swear I will kick your ass if you even think about it. (Which you already have, so you're in major trouble)

About you calling me by my last name, yeah it annoys me, but what the heck does Querida mean? If you're cussing me out in some foreign language you are so in for it.

Glad I'm here and not with you and your TV,

Jade (or Mendel, or Querida, whatever the hell that means)