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dominique weasley gryffindor, sixth year, one-eigth veela, complete and utter fuck up.

[wastedweasley-blog]

"Oh, thank Merlin."

[perishing-peter]

Yea…I guess that makes sense. *Peter was hardly hearing what she was saying. His eyes were constantly flicking back and forth across the hall waiting for the perfect moment to make his move. Suddenly, they turned down a particularly dark corridor and he knew it was now or never.* Right, three bottles. We’ll see about that. *Without giving her a chance to respond, Peter violently stuck out his arm, hoping to knock the girl hard against the stone wall. He quickly caught the crates and made a mad-dash down the hallway from where they came.* So long, Weasley.

[wastedweasley-blog]

"What?" Dominique's nose scrunched in confusion as he mumbled about his compensation, though the look of uncertainty immediately morphed into one of shock and disgust as her body slammed against the stone wall. Wincing at the pain that now ran up and now her side, her eyes narrowed down the corridor at the boy's retreating figure. "Peter, you fucking prick!" Dom shouted, no longer caring about the threat of a prefect or professor. Needing to close the gap, she took off down the hall, feet pounding against the hard ground. Closer and closer, Dominique waited until he was just out of reach until leaping forward, catapulting herself onto his back with a shriek.

[perishing-peter]

So why did you? Were you that desperate to actually get help from a snake? *He quirked an eyebrow in her direction as they rounded another corner. As they made their way, Peter tried his best to remember every hallway and corridor they passed through. If he needed to make a quick escape, it would do him good to know where he was exactly in the castle* 

[wastedweasley-blog]

"Do you see these arms?" Dominique held out her arms and did a wave motion for good effect. "Please don't tell me you honestly think these twiggy things could manage to cart three big crates. I needed help and, considering you were the only option, it seemed only fair there'd be payment." She shrugged, like it was that simple an answer. And, to her, it was. Sure, Peter was about the farthest thing from an ally but help was help. Honestly, she was surprised he'd took the bait in the first place. "I'd rather sacrifice three bottles than risk getting caught and fed a Saturday detention."

[wastedweasley-blog]

You've got a brilliant mind, darling. Don't waste it on silly things like boys. You could do much better. Besides, are any of the ones now better than the ones you've lost?

I quite like boys, thank you very much. And I'm not worrying about them. There's... other things I've to deal with. But for your information those boys, well, most of them, are wonderful. I just... er, well, I suppose I fucked up, is all. 

[perishing-peter]

Uhm…you’re welcome? *Peter gave the girl a strange look in return for the small smile that had appeared on her lips. Damn, those Weasleys sure were strange. Of course she would be the type of girl that would hex you in a duel and run to apologize afterwards. It had certainly caught him off guard and he wasn’t in the mood to exchange mannerisms with a Gryffindor.* Say, how’d you get your hands on this stuff anyway?

[wastedweasley-blog]

Dominique looked away quickly. The nicety had been hard enough to get out when it was silent, let alone with him looking at her like she was a flobberworm. She'd dealt with enough of that. Really, she should have known to expect manners to be foreign to a snake. "Weasley family secret," she shrugged. "If I told you it'd ruin business and I wouldn't want Fred on my arse for spilling secrets to Slytherins. It's bad enough already that I promised you a share."

[wastedweasley-blog]

Veritaserum

[perishing-peter]

I swear, this is turning out to be a lot more trouble than it’s worth. *Peter thrust the case he was holding into her arms and removed his wand from his back pocket. With his wand out and free hands, he probably had a better chance of taking off with the crates than he did before.* Alright, let’s get this over with, shall we? Wingardium Leviosa. *He watched as the crates rose from her arms, levitating at just at shoulder height*

[wastedweasley-blog]

Dominique struggled under the weight of the crates and as Peter fished for his wand she could feel her muscles begin to shake. Before her body could surrender, there was a swish of a wand and the heaviness disappeared. "Well then, this way." She'd been hoping to run into someone else; Peter wasn't exactly the type she hung out with. No Slytherin was. And though she yearned for this trip to be over and just keep walking, she could feel words press against her lips, demanding to be set free. "Thank you." It was plain, it was simple, but it was necessary. She peered out of the corner of her eyes to catch his gaze, forcing a faint smile. Her father had always taught her to be polite.

[atomicxalice-blog]

"I’ll ask her the next time I see her! Honestly, at this point I’m surprised there isn’t an entire club dedicated to killing Pucey. We could all use it." Alice nodded, determined to find her brother as soon as possible and extricate as many Snackboxes from him as it took to properly avenge Lily. "I’ll get a whole bunch. Merlin knows I’ll find some way to use them. So, when shall we start this. Tomorrow? The next day? Monday, so we can use girls’ night to plot for the maximum effect?"

[wastedweasley-blog]

"Monday. It'll give him enough time to settle, relax and believe he's in the clear. Then we'll hit him once he's off guard." Dominique's smile grew double in size. She'd seen enough of Pucey's reign of terror and needed an end. "Merlin, it'll be beautiful whatever we do. I'm just so sick of him and his kind."

[perishing-peter]

*Peter watched the blonde as she bent down to pick up one of the crates. He grumbled* I would much rather go to Narnia at this point… *He stumbled back a bit as she thrust the crate in his arms. Quickly regaining his balance and falling in step beside her.* Question…ever heard of a levitation charm?

[wastedweasley-blog]

"If I had my wand I wouldn't be needing your help, now would I?" Mumbling the words, Dominique bent down to retrieve the other crate, huffing as she struggled to deal with the weight. She turned, ready to place this next box atop the one already in his arms but paused. Quirking her eyebrow in question, her eyes locked with his and she shrugged. "Do you happen to have your wand or are we doing this the muggle way?

[atomicxalice-blog]

"That it does. We should get drunk this weekend. Forget things for a bit. Alice suggested. She loved James, but sometimes a girl needs some lady time. A bit of alcohol, some gossip, and it would be perfect. Maybe they could even plan something else mischevious. "I’m the head, you’re the hand. Together we can do amazing things. Now, shall we start this tomorrow morning? I can get a Skiving Snackbox from Frank, I’m sure he’s got a bunch hidden under his bed."

[wastedweasley-blog]

"Another brilliant thought. Girls night tomorrow is most definitely needed. We should get Alexxa in on this too. I saw her having it out with Pucey yesterday on my way to Potions. Trust me, she probably needs this just as much as we do." Dominique finally crept out from her place near the wall, footsteps tracing across the moonlit streaked floors. "You should probably sneak two. I'm beginning to think one just won't do him justice."

[atomicxalice-blog]

"That girl loves her sweets. Me too though. I’m moved onto firewhiskey and sex, and even that doesn’t fix it all. Wouldn’t it be so nice if all our problems could be solved with a block of Honeyduke’s best?" Alice sighed, thinking of the simple days past. “I say we start small. Play with his mind a bit. His shoe laces come undone, someone slipped a puking pastille into his pumpkin juice. And then escalate it throughout the day. Maybe a nosebleed nougat in his pudding. We’ll build it up to be the most miserable day of his pathetic life. And then we can slip him a nice potion that will shrink his balls so much he’ll be singing soprano for a week and a half. Nothing that can be traced back to us, of course. We need clean hands for this one.”

[wastedweasley-blog]

"Doesn't fix it but it sure as hell helps you forget," Dominique nodded in agreement, fighting to keep a smile pressed against her lips while battling thoughts of Fredrick and Colin, and all the boys in-between. "See, not five minutes and you've already proved yourself a better right-hand man than my cousin ever has. I was thinking just a one-off but yours is much more appropriate. This is why you're the Ravenclaw. I'm more of the... instigator?"

[perishing-peter]

Three bottles? *He scoffed* That’s hardly worth an offer. But guess what, princess. Lucky for you, I’m in a good mood tonight and I’m awfully bored so you’ve got yourself a deal. *Peter pushed himself off of the wall and stood before the small blonde. Normally, he wouldn’t be caught dead helping a Weasley. However, he could use a few drinks right now and as soon as she turned her back, he would be right there to take it all.*  Lead the way.

[wastedweasley-blog]

Dominique rolled her eyes before turning around towards the alcohol. Bending down, her fingers curled around the hollowed notches in the wood and heaved it up. "We're going to my common room, not finding out way to Narnia." With the last word, she shoved the crate into his arms causing the bottles to clink and shake in added emphasis. "We walk together."

[imogenpootsdaily]

[perishing-peter]

Woah there princess, no need to get your panties in a wad. It was just a question. *Peter smirked and leaned his shoulder against the stone wall beside her* You’ve got my attention. Please, go on.

[wastedweasley-blog]

"Firewhiskey. Three crates. Help me move 'em up to Gryffindor and you can have three bottles, free of charge." Dominique crossed her arms, suddenly feeling too exposed with the chill winter air creeping across her skin. "Do we have a deal?"

[atomicxalice-blog]

"Oh darling, I wouldn’t dream of telling James. He’s not nearly creative enough for something like this. Revenge on Pucey requires a bit of a delicate touch, and I think we both know that if James found out about this he’d just steamroll anything and anyone in between him and Pucey." Alice bit her lip. “How’s Lily doing? Shall we sneak her a cocoa from the kitchens later?”

[wastedweasley-blog]

Dominique nodded in agreement, then in conformation. "Hugo's taking care of her. She's a bit roughed up but nothing cocoa can't fix. You know Lily and her chocolate." Her distressed features softened at the thought, a little laugh even able to escape past her lips. "I on the other can't need a little more than cocoa to be okay. I was thinking bat boogeying his little prick off but I'm open to suggestions."

[atomicxalice-blog]

"Bloody hell, what’s Pucey done this time?" Alice frowned. "Did he get Louis trapped up in that tree again? No, Did he sick those two twats Flint and Goyle onto Lily?"

[wastedweasley-blog]

"Sad that it only took two guesses, right." Dominique shook her head, jaw clenched as she remembered Lily's face and the tears that stained her cheeks. "Don't tell James. I'd rather he not get expelled from murder. Even if Pucey deserves it."

[atomicxalice-blog]

"I’m everyone’s type." Alice winked and leaned against the wall, arms crossed. She hadn’t been expecting much from this late night jaunt, but this was certainly an interesting turn. “Revenge? You do know how to dirty talk a girl, Weasley.” Alice’s little smile turned into a full blown grin. "What are we revenging? Who are we revenging?”

[wastedweasley-blog]

"You might know him: rat-like features, nose stuck up in the air, perpetually reeks of desperation." The mere mention of the prat had her nose wrinkling in disgust and her body heat rising in fury. "Let's just say Mr. Pucey needs a little lesson to remind him not to mess with my blood."