the snake who lied [1] | a nagini story

Chapter 18

"I'm really starting to despise you."

"No you don't, you have a crush on me, it is impossible for you to despise me."

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"I'll stick this broom up your ass."

"I thought you wanted to stick something else in me."

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"I'll drown your stupidity in the Black Lake."

"Damnit, I still don't get what is your problem!"

This was an accurate representation about how the remained days of summer were spent by Fred and Davina. Of course, the boy felt bad about the tragic event that happened to her at the Quidditch Cup (even if it wasn't the truth), but he couldn't brought himself to forgive her for breaking his heart. Fred felt ridiculously sure that Davina returned his feelings, but was completely torn apart by her rejection. Maybe he wouldn't have minded it so much if she would have apologized sincerely, but he guessed the girl's ego was way too huge for such limits.

 "What is my problem, Montenegro?" Fred snarled, finally turning to face her front, his tall appearance towering intimidatingly over her, "My problem is that you are a heartless bitch and all you care about yourself. Hell, I mean, look at you!" he giggled, pointing up at her, "You are so self-absorbed that you don't even see how it affects others!" 

Davina just raised her eyebrows in surprise. In all of those 4 years, no one has said anything so true about her personality, considering she was living a fake identity. In her mind and body she entirely agreed with Fred, but as he clearly pronounced it - her ego was too prideful to admit he is right.

"I'm sorry for not pleasing your wishes. I hope the next girl you meet will say yes to you even if she doesn't want to!" Davina screeched, forgetting there were people around them.

"Shut your mouth before I close it myself." Fred muttered in annoyance under his breath, glancing at Ron, Harry and Hermione who were trying to fit their trunks into the Muggle taxi. Harry particularly seemed to pay attention to the the fire fight between the two.

After hearing Fred's words, Davina raised her eyebrows again, but this time while smirking teasingly. She was biting her bottom lip hard, trying to stop the next words flooding out of her mouth.

The boy immediately realized what he said and trying not to laugh himself at Davina's reaction and cute lip biting. "Don't you dare say it, Montenegro." he leered, preventing his chuckles. 

"Come and make me." she finally sniggered, falling into a full laugh, holding her belly.

Fred attempted at tearing away his eyes from her, but simply couldn't brought himself to. The sight of Davina laughing in her special - adorable way and smiling  with her shining white teeth and full, plump, tasteful lips was enough to mesmerize him and melt him entirely. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her again right now. But he suddenly remembered George's words, 'I told you from the fucking start, Davina Montenegro is not the kind if girl you want to catch feelings for, but you had to flip me off!'. So now Fred decided that it was better for everyone if he would ignore her and move on with his life, trying his best to forget the pangs his heart felt when he would see her.

"You had to add the word 'come', didn't you?" he smiled, a cute smile, not a flirty or fake one. It was genuine, because he would appreciate it a lot if they can become friends again after a few months.

"You horny fuckers better move here or we're leaving without you!" yelled George after being done with placing his trunk in one of the taxis. It seemed as everyone was ready to depart, but we're waiting for Fred and Davina to finish their conversation. 

Fred apologized for the both of them, since Davina thought she didn't have to and quickly made their way to the cars. She got into one with Ron, Hermione and Harry, all of them squeezing together and irritating the taxi driver with how scary and abnormal was for so many children to travel with owls and cats and trunks filled with mysterious objects.

"Are you and Fred dating again?" whispered Ron after a few minutes of driving. He was crushed between Hermione and Davina. Harry had found the luxury to occupy the front seat.

"We never even dated, Ronnychicks." explained Davina.

"You should sometimes accompany us when we're gossiping." added Hermione from the boy's other side.

"Yeah maybe. This way I can find out the new rumors about Harry. Or even Malfoy! Oh how sick it  would be to discover dirty gossip about him!" said Ron excitedly, already imagining ways to humiliate Malfoy's reputation. 

Harry turned his head enough just for his friends to hear him, "Ron, the girls don't gossip about us, we are all friends so they don't do it, am I right?" he said in a low voice.

At first, Davina thought Harry was messing with them, but no amusement was found in his eyes. He actually thought girl best friends don't talk about everything. What else is there to talk about if not other people's lives?

Hermione and Davina both stopped looking at him and turned away. Hermione slipped her nose in her book and Davina stared at the window, pretending to be interested in the view.

Harry's face was now completely puzzled, not sure what exactly this reaction meant. "Aren't I right, girls?" he asked once again, in the most confused tone possible.

But the girls never replied to his question and Ron chuckled at this occurrence. Of course, he immediately stopped smiling when he realized he was probably also a gossiping subject.

 They were very relieved to get out at King's Cross, even though the rain that started earlier was coming down harder than ever, and they got soaked carrying their trunks across the busy road and into the station.

Davina was used to getting onto platform nine and three-quarters by now, but the flashbacks from her first encounter with Harry kept popping inside her head every time, reliving her success in foolling him deeply. 

It was a simple matter of walking straight through the apparently solid barrier dividing platforms nine and ten. The only tricky part was doing this in an unobtrusive way, so as to avoid attracting Muggle attention. They did it in groups today; Harry, Ron, Davina and Hermione (the most conspicuous, since they were accompanied by Pigwidgeon and Crookshanks) went first; they leaned casually against the barrier, chatting unconcernedly, and slid sideways through it...and as they did so, platform nine and three-quarters materialized in front of them.

The Hogwarts Express, a gleaming scarlet steam engine, was already there, clouds of steam billowing from it, through which the many Hogwarts students and parents on the platform appeared like dark ghosts. Pigwidgeon became noisier than ever in response to the hooting of many owls through the mist. Harry, Ron, Davina and Hermione set off to find seats, and were soon stowing their luggage in a compartment halfway along the train. 

Oh how ready Nagini felt for this year. She was 100% this year was the year . The final act will definitely be embroiled in her mind as 'the best day to celebrate'. It was a long way to go and she sure as hell was afraid since was unknown to the future, but with a side - kick as loyal as Barty Crouch Junior, then she didn't mind the possibility of losing the game: she was prepared for any kind of distraction and wouldn't anything, or perhaps anyone  troubling her.