Desiree David & the Goblet of Fire

Chapter 4: Not Him Again!

Chapter 4: Not Him Again!

Dez's P.O.V.:

The train whistle blew.  Loudly and right next to my poor ears, might I add.  "Well, that's my cue, I guess," I jump on the train careful not to shake my purse up to much [luggage, remember?].

I quickly look around for an empty compartment, only to be disappointed time and again.  I am not about to ask any of the leering boys are rude girl if I can share a compartment with them.  I finally find a compartment at the very back of the train.

I sat down and pull out one of my thousands of books [literally,] called 'Mockingjay'.  I was just getting to the really good part [what? all of it good!] when it was ripped out of my hands.  Frowning slightly, I looked up to see that Potter boy accompanied by a red-headed boy standing behind him like a servant.  I giggled just at the thought.

Furrowing his brow he stared at me for a moment before demanding "What," rather aggressively.

Taken aback, I abruptly stopped giggling and sighed.  Why did he have to bother me?  Purposely ignoring the boys, I gently pulled my poor, battered book from his hand and started to read, only to drop it when a voice screeched, startling me.

"James Potter!  Fred Weasley!  I'm going to kill you!"

A pretty, tall redhead, with a natural dark tan and freckles stomped angrily into the compartment.  Seeing me, she grinned evilly.  I stared at her wide-eyed with apprehensive.

"So.  This must be the transfer who you were going on about James.  Are you the part Veela," she asked kindly.  I nodded my head, slightly scared by the evil/manic glint in her eye.  She leaned closer and whispered loudly [which defeats the purpose, but whatever] "You know, James thinks you are a babe."

"I'm going to kill you," James shrieked in a high-pitched voice.

Roxie just smirked and sat down beside me pulling out a nail file and got to work on her already perfect oval nails. "Yeah, yeah, of course, you will Cuz. When you and the others aren't busy leering at my new friend here."

I thought he was going to explode at that point, his face was such a bright, vivid red. "Get. Out," he gritted through his teeth.

"No. I don't think I will." Roxie who was clearly enjoying herself, as she made herself comfortable. I just hid behind my poor [now tattered] book, fearing an oncoming battle. However, James just sighed running his fingers through his thick, dark, yummy hair. Wait---did I just think yummy? Unacceptable!  Bad Dez, bad!

I must have been zoning out, because when I came back to earth, it was to notice James sitting next to me, staring at me avidly. I just silently quirked an eyebrow at him. I turned to Roxie for an explanation, as she seemed to know everything that was going on.

She answered my question [gleefully, might I add,] before I even got a chance to open my mouth. "James fancies you," she whispered conspiratorially to me, with a wink for added effect.

James left eye was twitching violently and a vein looked like it was trying to escape his forehead for some reason.  Suddenly he bellowed incoherently and unsuccessfully leapt over me struggling to get to his cackling cousin [Roxie,] only to fall face first in my lap, much to my embarrassment.

I turned the darkest shade of red possible considering I am mostly Veela [as Roxie looked at me guiltily,] with tears of humiliation in my eyes. I waited for him to get up, but, much to my annoyance, he only seemed to be making himself comfortable.

Finally, I lost it. "Get up," I barked at him, poking his cheek repeatedly. He just nestled his head further into my stomach. So I did what any sane person would do: I shoved him off of me.

"Hey! What was that for?!  I was comfortable," James cried indignantly.  Roxie snickered, but tried to mask it with a cough when I turned my best glare on her.

"You are insufferable James! My lap is not a pillow!" I gave him my best glare. "Stay away from me, and don't talk to me ever again!" He looked crestfallen, almost heartbroken, but I didn't care. What a spoiled brat!