Voices - A Collection of One Shots

Our Dirty Little Secret (Ron Weasley)

"...and I really want to try out for Quidditch soon when tryouts become available," Frankie rambled on as we headed back from the Great Hall to our Slytherin common room. Thank goodness our common room was in the basement, it wasn't that far of a walk. But that wasn't my destination right now.

Frankie is in my year, seventh. She's shorter than me by a few inches, standing tall at five feet, one inch. Her bright blonde, short curly hair bounced with her steps. She liked to try and attract guys' attention by trying to get away with showing some cleavage through her Slytherin school uniform. Taking one look at Frankie, you'd never know she wanted to try out for Quidditch.

I didn't see why she was trying to attract other guys to her when she already had a boyfriend. He was a nice kid, in our year, but in Ravenclaw. Sometimes Frankie compared me and him when it came to smarts and sometimes wondered why I wasn't put into that House. I pondered the thought myself sometimes.

Anyway, her boyfriend's name is Darren. He isn't an extremely friendly kid, but he does have friends. Let's just say Frankie brought out his outgoing side. I saw him more than she did. I'd always see the wavy tuft of light brown hair bobbing to me, the intelligent bright, mossy-green eyes seeking me out. The problem with Darren and Frankie being together was that Frankie was always stalking other boys while Darren was unaware of it. If he didn't figure it out soon, I'd tell him. I was fed up with lying to the poor boy, because I liked him so much. I had been covering for Frankie for almost a year (it would be a year in November, which was two months from now), and I was sick of it.

"Really?" I snorted to Frankie. "You sure you don't want to try out so you can get boys flocking behind you or getting them distracted during tryouts?"

"Oh shut up, Tori." She tossed her short hair.

"You know it's true!" I sang, putting a skip in my step. I really needed to get away from her, because I had to see him soon. I knew he would be out of the Great Hall by now, back in the classroom. "Umm, Frankie." I stopped. She walked another foot before stopping to turn to me.

"What is it?" she asked. She kept her bag close to her, adjusting it.

"Do you mind if I leave?"

"Why?" She pouted.

"I've got to ask about some homework," I lied.

"Oh. Again?" She sighed. "Really, Tori, you're one of the smartest people I know! Asking about homework shouldn't be happening with you."

"It's not about what to do; it's to see if I missed any work, because I think I did."

"You could've asked me for it."

"You don't even write it down!" I recalled.

A flock of boys passed us, whistling. It was obvious it was for Frankie and not me. I wasn't trying to show off my body to get boys to notice me. That's what contrasted Frankie and me so much. My hair is a bright orange, usually pulled into a high ponytail so that my face and ice-blue eyes could be shown to the world. But today my hair was in a braid pulled to hang over my left shoulder. It was a nice change.

"If you have to go, don't let me stop you. Where are you heading again?"

"Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Oh. Really? That class seems so easy though...Oh well, have fun." Frankie started to turn away.

"Oh, and Frankie," I called. She stopped and turned to look at me again. "It's not right to go having other boys want you when you have a boyfriend!"