The Art of Persuasion

Chapter 7 : Chocolate Frogs

"You saw us?" I asked Prongs. He gave a curt nod and pulled on a pair of flannel pants. I looked down at my own trunk while fiddling with the lock.

"I didn't watch the whole bloody thing over anything. I just watched you get it off with Hall for a brief moment. I'm not the type to intrude on others." Prongs grinned at my puzzled expression. 'Get if off'? Did Evelyn and me really get that carried away? Did we even get carried away? I really can't explain what I was thinking then and there.

"I must say," Prongs continued "for a 'fake girlfriend', you were rather intimate with Hall." Prongs grinned even more when I found myself stumbling with the lock. I looked up at him with a grin as well. His smile didn't falter at all.

"I assure you, it's nothing like that, mate." I told him in my best sincere voice. Prongs walked towards me and gave me a rough pat on my shoulder.

"I assure you, Padfoot, you were eating her face off." he laughed while I frowned in confusion. My God, did I really eat her face off? I yanked the lock a bit too hard, which caused it to make an unpleasant jerking sound. I opened my trunk and rummaged through for a pair of pants, shorts, or anything really. My hand finally caught a pair of pants. I slammed my trunk with a little too much force, causing Moony to wake up from his beauty sleep.

"God, could you blokes be any louder?" he snapped at us, rubbing one of his eyes. Prongs and I both looked at each other and exchanged the same type of grin.

"Why sure, mate!" Prongs cupped his hands around his mouth while saying this. I carelessly knocked over Moony's stack of textbooks on the floor, which caused several thuds. Moony glared at us and lazily rolled onto his side. Prongs snickered and headed towards the bathroom, leaving me to my own thoughts.

Images of Evelyn swirled through my head as I tried to pinpoint my precise thoughts about her. She wasn't repulsive or anything along the likes of that. She wasn't so gorgeous that she could blind you either. She has her pros and her cons, though her cons seemed to prove themselves as pros as well. Take her anger for example it can be a bit bothersome but very amusing. Let's say I was attracted to Miss Hall, just what would I find attractive? I'm not so sure if I can answer that question. I suppose I just feel drawn to her...my God that just sounded like some pick-up line Prongs would use on Evans.

I couldn't be attracted to Evelyn. It would just interfere with my plan, wouldn't it? Well, just who said I was attracted to her? Oh, that's right, Prongs did. I mean I suppose I've felt attracted to her, but it happens often with many girls. I just got carried away with adrenaline rush and such. Nothing more happened...right? Of course, there was nothing more to it.

I pulled back my comforter on my bed and flopped down on it. What I needed right now was a good night's sleep. The last thing I remember was mentally cursing myself for allowing thoughts of Evelyn creeping into my mind.

"Merlin! That was my foot you stepped on!" a sleep deprived Evelyn snapped at me. I merely smiled at her. It was a usual Potions morning like always.

"Perhaps if your dear feet didn't take up all the space under the table, I wouldn't have stepped on them." I simply teased. She gave a glare in return and pulled her foot from under the table.

"Alright then, let's compare." I blinked as she said this, not getting her point.

"Compare what?" I asked, scratching my head.

"Feet, you dolt. Let's compare feet." she stated as if it were obvious. My smiled turned into a toothy grin as I said my next comment.

"I wasn't aware that you were into 'footise'.", she snorted at this and turned her head away. My grin soon died down as I realized the awkwardness in what I said. I stared at her for minute, watching her avoid eye contact. Thoughts continued to swerve through my head. Perhaps I wasn't the only one confused.