"OW!"
"Quit being such a baby."
"I am NOT a BABY!"
"You cry about everything!"
"HEYwell, that's kinda trueBUT STILL!"
"Why are girls so dramatic?"
"ESTROGEN, Jake, ever heard of it?"
"Would you stop it!?"
"Probably havent. ALL those girls and you know NOTHING of our species."
"Just give me the REMOTE!"
Ah, another fight. Again. If there would come a day that my older brother and I didnt fightthat would probably mean the world was coming to an end.
"Goodness you get all hot and steamy when you get angry." I joked and flung the remote in his direction. He turned on the television and instantly put on the weather channel. I put a hand through my long blonde hair, bored. "Soooo, what are we doing today, Jake?"
"I dont know. I was thinking of playing some Quidditch." My brother said with a shrug and I moaned. All he ever talked about was Quidditch. I wouldnt be surprised if Quidditch was the new flavor of the month. "What's your problem? You play Quidditch."
"I know I do, but not the way you play it." I said and he looked at me clueless. "Obsessively!"
"I do not." he looked at me like I was crazy and then paid his attention to the television. "Good, clear skies all day." He got off the couch, in only his pajama bottoms and walked into the kitchen.
"You know, if I took a picture of you right now, I could sell them at school and get loads of money." I said as I got off the couch and followed him in. He rolled his eyes and opened the fridge. "Would you get loads of money from the boys at school from taking a picture of me in a towel?" I joked and couldnt help put strike a pose.
"Yeah." He said sarcastically as he pulled out a carton of orange juice and drank straight from it.
"Mom hates it when you do that." I said and folded my arms.
"Well she isnt here, is she?" he asked and lazily wiped his mouth off with his arm. I rolled my eyes before pulling the sleeves of my sweatshirt over my hands. Jake capped the carton of orange juice and put it in the fridge.
He sighed heavily before patting his six pack and walking out of the kitchen. I followed him, "Where are you going?"
"Why do you care?" he asked as if it were a touchy subject. I put my arms in the air and skipped behind him, "Because I lo-o-o-o-o-ove you!"
"Shut up." He began to up the stairs two at a time; I still continued to follow him. When we reached the top of the stairs, he walked into his room. He didnt shut the door so I followed him into there as well.
His room was strictly colored with only silver and green Slytherin colors. Everything down to his bed spread was silver and green. He had a metal four poster bed which I always thought would be a dangerous hazard if you were jumping on the bed and happened to fall into one. Can you say concussion?
He reached into one of his drawers and pulled out a pair of ripped khaki shorts. I went over and sat on his bed, picking up a vacant magazine from his bedside table. Of course it had to deal with Quidditch. He took off his pajama pants to reveal a silver pair of boxers, "If I only had a camera." I said and he grumbled something that sounded like, "If I only had a brother." He put on his khaki shorts and walked into the bathroom we shared.
"Why are you getting dressed?" I asked but then mumbled, "If you could call khaki shorts being dressed." He walked out of the bathroom, brushing his teeth, "M gmng fm m rmde." He tried to say through the toothpaste and I cocked an eyebrow to show I couldnt understand a word he just said. He held up a finger and walked back in the bathroom to spit out the toothpaste.
"I said that I wanted to go for a ride." Jake walked back out, pulling his hair back into a low ponytail. His golden blonde hair was now down to his shoulders, much to the dislike of our mother. It looked really nice when it was down, though, because it was curly. I liked to call him Goldy Locks.
"Why?" I asked in a whiny tone. Whenever Jake wanted to do something, I had to tag along, no matter how much I didnt want to. You see, when our parents were out of the house, Jake was my babysitter. I argued with them for a loooong time over this. I was about to turn sixteen in a week but my older brother still had to watch over me? Bullocks.
"Because, it's a nice day and I want to fly." He said simply but I wrinkled my nose in discontent, "I dont want to fly."
"Well you have to." He said and I scoffed. "Go get your broom." Jake took his out of a wardrobe he had that held a television and a Game Cube, not to mention his beloved broomstick.
"You just still havent forgiven me for the incident yet, have you?" I asked and folded my arms and he shook his head slowly back and forth.
"I was grounded for a month."
The incident happened last summer, about a year ago. One day Jake wanted to go outside and fly (what else?) and I didnt want to go with him. We fought about it for a while but he finally gave up and went outside anyways. Well I was beyond happy to be inside the house alone for once and came down the stairs by the railing. That was a big mistake. Instead of going down smoothly (Like in intended) I fell backwards halfway down, falling into the hallway leading into the living room. Inevitably, I landed on my arm and broke it into pieces (literally). Jake heard my scream, ran inside, panicked and when Mom came home we tried to pretend nothing ever happened. Of course the limp arm at my side and the wincing whenever something touched it just happened to give it all away. Jake was grounded, like he said, for a month.
"Jake, please dont make me go outside. Whenever I fly I get hurt." I tried to reason with him. The statement had deep truth to it. I was Keeper of Gryffindor and always found a way to harm myself at every single match and even sometimes at practice.
"You're going to have to risk it." He said and walked out of his room and I jumped off his bed and followed him out, "You owe me." He was half way down the stairs and waved a hand to show he had heard. "Oh, and put a shirt on!" I yelled and ran into my room to change and get my own broom.
I went into my room, got a pair of shorts and a tank top and shut the door. As I took of my sweatshirt, I noticed the lower left part of my arm in the mirror and gave it an ashamed look. I quickly put my hand over it, went into a drawer in my desk, took out some bandage wrap and wrapped my arm tightly until my lower arm was fully covered up to my elbow. With a sigh I put on my shorts and tank top as if nothing had happened.
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"Do you always have to fly without a shirt on?" I asked as I came out into our green backyard clad in a navy tank top and shorts. Jake was of course already airborne, ready to go, "Hey, you gotta give the ladies what they want." He held open his hands as if what the ladies wanted didnt give him any other choices.
"I did not need to hear that." I mumbled to myself as I mounted my broom and slowly rose to his level. He began to fly forward; I flew up beside him and breathed in deeply. It was indeed a beautiful day; I just wasnt one for warm weather.
"Haven't seen you in a tank top in forever." Jake said as he noticed my pale bare skin.
"I just dont like to show my arm, that's all." I said and he nodded. He knew what I was talking about, and nobody else knew. Not even you, my readers.
We began to fly a little in the warm summer day, my pale skin reflecting the blazing sun as we did.
"It sure is a gorgeous day." Jake said as he stretched his arms back while balancing on his broom, looking at me with a smirk.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I mumbled as I lay forward on the stick of my broom. "Dont push it." Jake laughed and learned forward as well. "Let me think, what do you owe me for this?"
"Here we go." He groaned and yawned.
"You could wear a thong for school one day; that would be amusing." I said. He'd be picking wedgies all day long *MUAHAHAHAHA*
"Oh, come on." He said. "How about I buy you something."
"Ooo, that'd be nice." I said as I swerved a tall tree. "Okay, a brand new - broom. What ever new model is out there."
"Do you think I'm made of money or something?" He asked and I gave a hearty laugh, "No, but Mom and Dad are - sort of." Jake looked at me and shook his head. "No way."
"Beg them for money. That would be part of the deal." Power always tastes to sweet!
"A beg and a broom?" he asked and I nodded. "I don't think so."
"I do think so." Still leaning on the broom, I could feel the sun was shining warm on my back; I closed my eyes and sighed. Jake looked over at me, "Is that the sound of Immy enjoying the flight?" I opened my eyes slowly to see a smirk.
"Isn't so bad is it?" He asked and I shrugged, "Not completely unbearable." A light breeze was going through the trees, blowing my hair as it did. "Are you excited about being Head boy?" I asked him and he sighed.
"Well I get more privileges." He said. "If it didnt come with any benefits I wouldnt be so happy." I nodded. "But I'm glad to be captain."
"I'm sure you are." I sucked in my cheeks and opened my eyes. Jake was lying on his broom quite peacefully, a slight smile on his face, "Slytherin is going to be brilliant this year."
"Ha." I ran my finger up and down on the smooth wood of my broom, "Slytherin doesn't do too hot against Gryffindor." Jake pushed my boom so I swerved but I was soon right back to him.
"Gryffindor is going to have the bad luck this year," Jake said. That's not conceited "With me being the captain, you all won't be able to stand a chance."
"Oh yeah?" I asked and opened my eyes and he opened his. "With Draco being seeker, I dont think you'll have all that much luck-"
"He's a fine seeker." Jake corrected, his green eyes glistening in the sunlight. I gave a snort, "He's nothing compared to Harry." Jake glared at meoh did he hate Harry. It was almost as if he had a good reason to hate Harry which he didnt. It was probably just because Harry lost him the Quidditch cup so many times. "We're getting that cup this year."
I sighed heavily, letting my fingers caress the tips of a pine tree, "You wish." The ground was passing by, our shadows following us closely behind. We soon came upon a lake, its green water sparkling in the sunlight, its water rippling playfully.
"Want to?" Jake asked and I nodded. As children we used to play this game called Galleons. For those of you who are familiar with the muggle game, Chicken (A game where one person sits on someone's shoulders and so does the opponent and you try to knock them off), but on broomsticks. We called it Galleons because the victorious one would get the number of Galleons from the loser that they agreed on before the match started.
We both zoomed into the very middle of lake, hovering above the clearly chilled water. We faced our brooms so they were beside each other; we sat on them as if they were a bench. It was easier to knock the other person off this way. I teetered slightly and caught my balance by holding my arms out by my sides.
"Alright, how much for this time?" he asked and I thought for a moment, "Ten Galleons for who ever knocks the other off first." I said and he cocked an eyebrow as if it were worth the challenge, "We'll raise the cost every round." I nodded and he counted off. "Threetwo...one!" We instantly went for each other's shoulders, trying to force the other one off to go backwards.
Dont get me wrong, the game was terrifying. We were about thirty feet away from the water, which was a far drop from the sky and into the icy green lake.
He was beginning to push me off backwards and I squealed. The squeal echoed into the empty country but was soon followed by more. "AH!" I yelled as he tried to throw me off sideways. I tried to push him off by the chest but he was way too strong and weighed more than I did. "Fall off!" I said in frustration as he pushed me back. He gave one large push and my arms flailed out wildly as I almost fell off the back of the broom. "OH NOOOOOO!" By using my 'abs' (if you could call my stomach that) I managed to come back up.
I put my hands back on his chest and used all my might to try and push him, to my surprise he didnt try to push back. Something was up. I looked up and into his green eyes which sparkled maliciously. He kicked back in the air, making him and his broom move backwards, making me move forward making me fall off my broom and down thirty feet. "HELLLLP!" I screeched as I plummeted into the icy green water head first.
The water practically took my breath away; it was still cold from the night before. I could feel seaweed around my ankles as my bare feet caressed the slimy plant. I swam up to the top, gasping for air. Jake of course was up there laughing his head off. "How's the water?"
"Just GREAT!" I said sarcastically and began to swim over to the sandy bank as fast I could. He was flying back and forth up in the air, shooting a fist in the air in victory, "10 Galleons, everybody! Jake Spencer wins 10 Galleons!"
"Oh, shut up!" I yelled and shook off like a dog. My broom was still in the air and I snapped my fingers to have it obediently come back down to me. It was sitting beside me as I squeezed the excess water from my tank top.
"Oi!" I looked up to see Draco Malfoy on the other side of the lake, broom in hand. I scoffed and rolled my eyes as I mounted my broom, quickly flying back up to my brother. Jake looked to me and I shook my head back and forth.
"Hello, mate!" Jake said and waved his hand up to where we were. Draco flew up at a quick pace and was soon floating next to us.
"Someone fall off?" he asked me, his icy blue eyes almost laughing. Jake didnt laugh in his eyes, he laughed out loud, "Yeah, we're playing Galleons." Draco looked at him curiously as if he'd never heard of the game before. "You sit on your broom like this," Jake pointed to the way he was sitting. "And try to knock the other person off."
"Sounds easy enough." Draco said with a shrug.
"No one said you could play." I said harshly and Jake shot me a glare which I returned gladly. Jake looked back to Malfoy and waved his hand over, "Come on, play. Dont let ice queen here ruin if for you." He jerked his thumb in my direction.
I folded my arms indignantly. "If anything I'd be the Queen of hearts." Jake and Draco snorted.
Draco Malfoy and I werent exactly sworn enemies or anything; we just didnt like each other. There wasnt any compatibility between the two of us to be friends. But then against there was enough compatibility between the two of us that we couldnt be enemies, you know? I didnt hate him; I just didnt like him very much. It's confusing but it's a fact.
"What happened to your arm?" He asked as he looked at my arm curiously.
"It's nothing." I lied and Jake nodded.
"Did you fall or something?"
"No, I burnt myself while cooking - muffins this morning." I lied and smiled and Jake nodded yet again. Draco looked unconvinced but, thankfully, let it go.
"I'm sitting this one out." I pardoned myself and flew over a ways out of their way and sat in midair, squeezing out my hair. The boys faced each other, smirking, ready to fight.
"Twelve Galleons this time and whoever wins has to play Imogene." Jake said and he and Draco nodded to each other. I flew over near a tree and began to pick leaves off it of, letting them fall softly into the lake and make ripples. "Threetwoone!" I looked up just in time to see the boys grabbing each other fiercely by the shoulders.
"Jake and Draco grab each other by the shoulders, looking into each other's eyes, experiencing feelings they'd never felt before" I commentated. "Draco tightens his grip on Jake's shoulders, looks like he might try to kiss you Jake. I dont know- your girlfriend might be a little jealous" The boys rolled their eyes and tried to ignore me. "Jake moves in quickly for the kill and grabs Draco by the face and kisses him fiercely!"
"WOULD YOU SHUT UP?!" Jake yelled to me and I began to laugh.
"Bloody sister of yours." Draco mumbled as he fought Jake. It was getting pretty serious, the boys were now grabby each other around the waistalmost like a wrestling match in the skyon brooms.
"Jake takes Draco around the waistor was that groping?"
"SHUT UP!" Jake yelled hoarsely and I guess that had angered him to the point where he took Draco in both of his arms, off his broom and threw him into the water.
"WOOOO!" I cheered and clapped my hands. Jake flew over to me quickly and I folded my arms. "What?"
"That was the stupidest thing I've ever heard." He said but I smiled, "Really? I thought it was quite brilliant."
"YOU'RE GOING TO GET IT, IMOGENE!" I heard a yell from the water and saw Draco's bleach blonde head surface.
"What did I do?!" I asked and looked to Jake and smiled innocently. He shook his head and smirked, he could never hate me. "I helped you win, anyways." I gave him a light punch on the shoulder. He and I watched as Draco snapped his fingers, making his broom fly to him and him fly up to us.
"Alright, it's our turn." Jake said, motioning to me. Draco nodded but looked at us sulkily as we flew out to the middle of the lake.
"How much?" I asked as we were positioned correctly, facing each other. Jake cocked an eyebrow, "Sixteen Galleons. Winner plays Draco."
"That would be nice in my pocket." I said and smiled and he counted down from three, "Threetwoone!" At that, before he could have done anything, I pushed him hard on the shoulders, making him fall backwards and into the water.
"V-I-C-T-O-R-Y!!!!!!!!!" I spelled as he fell into the water and bobbed back up. "SO EASY! HA! SIXTEEN GALLEONS THANK YOU VERY MUCH!" Jake grumbled something unpleasant as he came to the sand. He was angry. Did not like to lose. Too bad, bucko!
*~*Rest In Results*~*
As if on cue, Draco came out and sat next to me in the air, "How much? Twenty Galleons?" I nodded and gave a pleasant smile. I could get this!
"Draco, take off your shirt, it's easier to not have wet clothes on." Jake advised and Draco began to take off his shirt but I intercepted, "Whoa, whoa, whoa. I dont think so." Draco stopped. "I had to fight my brother without a shirt on; I'm not fighting you unless you're fully clothed." Draco rolled his eyes and rolled his shirt back down.
"You are such a freak." Jake said and sat on the sand. Draco looked me in the eye and began to count down, "Threetwoone..." I went for his shoulders but he didnt do anything. For a second I thought he just forgot what the point of the game was but then I looked up to him. It was exactly what he wanted because he grabbed me around the waist, pulling me off my broom and closer to him.
"AH!" I screamed as it was only him that was keeping me in the air. His face was only inches from minehis eyes looked completely different then they normally did. They looked almost entranced or something. Maybe it was a fluke? *Smacks forehead* Oh yeah, this is Draco Malfoy we're talking about. His eyes instantly went into a smirk when I looked at him curiously. "Oh, no." I groaned before I felt his arms leave my waist and felt myself hit the cold water.
*An update will come soon to get the story rolling and so you know what it's going to be like!*
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