When Opposites Become Allies

Chapter 3

A/N sorry it's taken so long! Much thanks to my wonderful Beta QueenBlackII for getting this chapter finished!

Maybe I'll be a nun. Can witches be nuns? Well, either way I'm done with boys. The whole gender can piss off as far as I'm concerned.

I walk into the Gryffindor Common Room and slumped onto the sofa beside Lucy. Without even looking at me she sits her Ancient Runes book down and stands up.

"Kitchen?" she asks. One of the many reasons that as to why I love Lucy. Growing up with Molly has made her the perfect candidate for girl talk. No nosy questions, no cliché advice, just food and ears.

We walk down the hall in silence. Lucy is the only member of my family that truly appreciates the art of not having to talk.

James showed me the kitchen one month into my first year, and since then I've been a frequent visitor. In my opinion nothing beats a butter beer and a bowl of ice cream when you're just having one of those days. And if today isn't an excuse for eating my emotions then I don't know what is.

A house elf named Wally runs up to us with a tray filled with ice-cream. Note to self: Go easy on the binge eating.

"What would ya like, miss?" Wally asks Lucy.

"Just a cuppa please, Wally," Lucy says smiling at the scrawny elf.

He gives a little bow and scurries off.

We grab a seat at one of the tables and Luce turns to me eagerly. I grab a bowl of ice cream and try to decide where to begin.

"I'm never dating again," I say shoving the spoon in my mouth. I don't want to tell her what he said. She would probably nod along, but I'm sure she'll never understand why it's such a sensitive spot for me.

Okay, here's the thing, I'm a good student, I do my work, I never go out after curfew, and I write to my mum twice a week. Sometimes I have a bit of a smart mouth, but over all I'm what James would call a "goody goody". I try not to let it get to me, but James is the king of getting under my skin. So when he picked on me about not going to his birthday party last month, I went. And when he picked on me about not drinking, I drank. A lot. Let's just say no one stopped me from jumping up on a table and singing more One Direction songs then I would care to admit. Everyone at Hogwarts heard that story, but they didn't hear the rest. They didn't hear that Anthony Pritchard tried to take my shirt off in the broom cupboard while I screamed for help. They didn't hear that Scorpius had punched Anthony square in the face, and only two people knew that I then turned around a kissed Scorpius Malfoy right on the lips. Even though I was completely drunk, I still wake up in the middle of the night thinking about those lips.

But come on! It's Scorpius Malfoy, Mr Slytherin himself. I mean, sure he's actually really sensitive and thoughtful plus he's Al's best friend, but who can deny those eyes and that crystal blonde hair... Bloody Firewhisky. This was never a problem until that night.

I look at Lucy to see if she has any comments. While her being quiet makes for an awesome listener, it's not ideal when you need her to carry the conversation.

"Ready to go back to the common room?" she asks.

I look down at my bizarrely empty bowl of ice cream. When did that happen?

I get up to leave. Well, Luce was a flop. Desperate times call for desperate measures, I've got to find Dom.

Dominique Apolline Weasley is the Hogwarts heartbreaker. She's the perfect combination of 1/8th Veela, and just enough Weasley to give her a fiery flare. She grew up watching Victoire and her boyfriend Teddy being sappy and mushy lovebirds. She tried to make me make an unbreakable vow when we were eight saying that I would never make a kissy face in public, but when mum caught us with her wand we had to change it to a pinky swear. Dom's life moto is "Never make a purchase when you haven't tested every model." She's mastered the art of lovin' and leavin'.

Long story short, if I've got a guy problem, Dom's got the solution.

I leave Luce in the common room and head up to the fifth year girls dorm. Dom's sitting in front of her mirror, reapplying lipstick. She locks eyes with me through her mirror. Before I can open my mouth she whips around and states "I know you have dirt, and you can't hide it from me. If you don't spill in the next 30 seconds I will be forced to hex you."

And there's Dom's down fall, she's the queen of gossip. Maybe I could talk to someone else about this.

I walk over to my bed and grab the first thing I see. "I don't know what you're talking about, I'm just up here to grab my, um, Potions Book!" Bam! I might just get out of this alive.

"You wrote your Potion's essay four days ago. I hate to do this to you but, Rictusempra!"

I collapse on the bed, gasping for air. I really thought she was bluffing. But no, she got me with a tickling charm, and there's no easy way out of this.

"Stop!! I... I... I'll tell you! Ju... Just... st... plea... STOP!!"

She flicks her wand and takes off the charm. I try to steady my heart and get my breathing back under control. Forget the Cruciatus Curse; if I ever have to torture someone I'll just tickle them to death.

She sits down beside me. "Spill."

I sigh, why didn't I go find Tabby? She grabs her wand and holds it menacingly.

"Okay, okay! But you have to promise that you will never speak a word of this no matter what."

She nods and looks at me expectantly. So I spill. I tell her about the party, about the cupboard incident, the horrible date, and the deal I made with Scorpius this morning. I leave out the dreams; I don't think an unbreakable vow could keep Dom quiet about those.

"So basically I'm picking up two things," she says when I finish talking. "One, Jefferson Abercrombie is available."

I roll my eyes. I was wondering how long it would be before Boy Crazy Dom made an appearance. She grins and gives me a wink.

"And two?" I ask impatiently.

"And two, you honey have a crush on Scorpius Malfoy.