Fic: Demon Days (Thurs. July 6, 1995 - Mon. July 10, 1995)
Title: Demon Days (Thurs. July 6, 1995 - Mon. July 10, 1995)
Author: dangerous_angel
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairngs(s): AJ/FW, AJ/OMC, AJ/M, AS/MF
Summary: During the summer of 1995, Angelina Johnson decides the world is going to end and the only course of action is to throw caution to the wind.
Rating: 16+.
Word Count: 14, 000
A/N: Takes place after GoF.
Thursday July 6, 1995
I wake up and look outside my window and see it coming. It’s a tiny dot at first, moving erratically, this way and that. As it comes closer I see that it’s an owl. Errol.
I open my window. Errol glides past me and slams into my wall. I take the letter from him as he gets his bearings. I give him more than enough feed before sending him on his way.
Fred’s letter is short and to the point. He and George are working on something he’s very excited about. His parents have decided to keep the family close to home so it won’t be like last summer where he could come and go as he pleased. We’ll likely see each other twice before we go back to Hogwarts. “We’ll just have to make the best of the times we see each other,” the letter says. I don’t know if it’s a hint.
After the Yule Ball, we sort of danced around each other, flirting and snogging, but never committing to anything. If it is a hint that he wants to have sex, I know I should feel put out. My Mum’s always saying something about not wanting to buy a broom but wanting to ride it for free. I’m glad we’re not serious because then I’d feel guilty about all the things I’m going to do this summer.
I write back, telling him nothing about Marcus and Alicia. (She swore me to secrecy). I tell Fred to set a date to come visit me. I’m wary of going to The Burrow, where there’s absolutely no privacy.
After lunch I read Fred’s letter again and it hits me that he sounds the same as he always did. Cedric’s death doesn’t seem to have changed him, made him aware of anything. He was never that fond of Cedric. Fred thought he was a bit like Gilderoy Lockhart, someone with a nice smile and a large ego. I always liked Cedric. He was sweet. I wouldn’t have minded going out with him, but he was never interested. I’m not bitter. I can’t be when I think of Cho’s grief-stricken face.
Friday July 7, 1995
The Daily Prophet is run by arses. Instead of asking Fudge what really happened at the end of the Tournament, they allow him to make long-winded statements and have their idiot journalists write articles about how crazy Harry is and how You Know Who is not back. Are these people fucking serious? What the bloody hell was that at the Quidditch World Cup then? It’s going to be a terrible day.
--
Alicia floos to my house. She’s wearing the dress she usually wears if we’re going some place where there’ll be adults. She’s taken care with her hair and make-up. It’s love, or something like it.
From my house, we floo to Marcus’. It’s half the size of my own home with three floors, five bedrooms, three baths, a conservatory, and a garden that would make Madame Sprout orgasm.
Alicia has told me all about Marcus. His parents both died in a fire when he was six. He had been living with relatives until he left school and inherited his parents’ fortune. He was never fond of his relatives, but he didn’t start acting like it until recently. Alicia wouldn’t say anything else. Instead she started talking about Marcus’ job at Gringotts. He processes loans.
“Not what I expected with a last name like Flint,” I say as Alicia leads me to the second floor sitting room.
“The money came from his mother’s side,” she replies.
I wonder which side the looks come from.
Marcus looks like I remember him: big, tall, and mean. I’m hesitant about the meeting until I see the smile he gives Alicia. He holds her hand and kisses her gently. There really is a way around his teeth.
“Johnson,” Marcus greets when he and Alicia manage to pull away from each other.
“Call me Angelina,” I say. “I’ve already started calling you Marcus.”
Marcus is surprised. Alicia grins. She doesn’t think it’s going to be a bad day.
We don’t do much. We lounge around the sitting room and talk about Quidditch and other things we won’t remember tomorrow. It’s surprisingly easy to talk to Marcus. Once or twice he says things I want to hex him for, but it’s the same when I’m talking to Fred, George, or Lee. I catch myself laughing at one of his jokes. It shouldn’t be this easy to get along with him. I try to muster up some righteous indignation but I can’t. It’s summer hols and Hogwarts is far away. Next year I won’t even be there.
After a few hours, Marcus and Alicia start looking at each from the corner of their eyes. They want to be alone but they don’t want to seem impolite.
I roll my eyes. “If you two want to shag then by all means. Just go upstairs and make sure there’s a silencing spell.”
Alicia blushes and Marcus grins.
“What about you?” Alicia asks.
“Just point me in the direction of the liquor and I’ll be alright.”
“I didn’t think you drank,” Marcus says.
“I’m looking to have a bit of fun this summer.”
“What kind of fun?” Alicia asks.
“The illegal and legal kind,” I reply with a smirk.
Marcus smiles and looks at me as if he’s never seen me before. “I like you,” he says. It’s about the best comment one can get from Marcus Flint when you’re not his girlfriend.
Before he and Alicia leave, Marcus orders the house elf to bring a bottle of wine and two bottles of firewiskey to the sitting room. I don’t bother to use a glass.
--
Alicia and I stumble through my floo around ten. I’m shit-faced and Alicia has to help me up to my room. Neither of us is particularly worried about my parents catching us.
She helps me get off my clothes and puts me to bed. All the while, I tell her that I’m not angry about her and Marcus anymore. I kind of understand now. I rather like him, in fact. I was wrong about him and I admit it. It’s important that I tell her these things, just in case.
Saturday July 8, 1995
I feel like I’ve been hit by two bludgers when I wake up. I drank a whole bottle of firewhiskey and a quarter of the wine last night. Marcus is likely laughing his arse off. I’m laughing too.
I’ve never been drunk before. I’ve seen others lose their inhibitions and become the sum total of their wants and desires. I couldn’t afford to leave my control behind. Right now I feel like there’s nothing to lose.
Errol makes another appearance. Fred’s coming on Tuesday. I’ll have to go to Diagon Alley either tomorrow or Monday.
Monday July 10, 1995
I have a lie-in on Sunday because despite the potions I’m still feeling a bit off. This experience has not put me off drinking.
Mum tells me that she and Dad are planning a trip in August. Fiji or some place like it. She asks me if I want to go. I almost think about saying yes because I know she doesn’t want to take me. She’s only asking so she can tell people that she’s really a good mum and I just never want to be seen with my parents. I decline like I always do when we have these conversations. Mum smiles and flits away.
---
Diagon Alley is crowded as usual. I see a few people from school and stop to chat for a while before I continue on my way. In front of Quality Quidditch Supplies, I see a notice. Balthazar Takahashi from the Chudley Cannons will be appearing in two weeks. The Cannons are one of the worst teams in the league and I’d be embarrassed to call myself a fan, but Takashi is one of the best players in the League and he’s quite fit. I know where I’ll be in two weeks.
I stop by Flourish and Blotts and pick up a book on Apparation. I’d almost forgotten that my test is later on this month.
Finally, I make my way to the potions shop. I’m out in less than five minutes with a contraceptive potion.
TBC
Author: dangerous_angel
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairngs(s): AJ/FW, AJ/OMC, AJ/M, AS/MF
Summary: During the summer of 1995, Angelina Johnson decides the world is going to end and the only course of action is to throw caution to the wind.
Rating: 16+.
Word Count: 14, 000
A/N: Takes place after GoF.
Thursday July 6, 1995
I wake up and look outside my window and see it coming. It’s a tiny dot at first, moving erratically, this way and that. As it comes closer I see that it’s an owl. Errol.
I open my window. Errol glides past me and slams into my wall. I take the letter from him as he gets his bearings. I give him more than enough feed before sending him on his way.
Fred’s letter is short and to the point. He and George are working on something he’s very excited about. His parents have decided to keep the family close to home so it won’t be like last summer where he could come and go as he pleased. We’ll likely see each other twice before we go back to Hogwarts. “We’ll just have to make the best of the times we see each other,” the letter says. I don’t know if it’s a hint.
After the Yule Ball, we sort of danced around each other, flirting and snogging, but never committing to anything. If it is a hint that he wants to have sex, I know I should feel put out. My Mum’s always saying something about not wanting to buy a broom but wanting to ride it for free. I’m glad we’re not serious because then I’d feel guilty about all the things I’m going to do this summer.
I write back, telling him nothing about Marcus and Alicia. (She swore me to secrecy). I tell Fred to set a date to come visit me. I’m wary of going to The Burrow, where there’s absolutely no privacy.
After lunch I read Fred’s letter again and it hits me that he sounds the same as he always did. Cedric’s death doesn’t seem to have changed him, made him aware of anything. He was never that fond of Cedric. Fred thought he was a bit like Gilderoy Lockhart, someone with a nice smile and a large ego. I always liked Cedric. He was sweet. I wouldn’t have minded going out with him, but he was never interested. I’m not bitter. I can’t be when I think of Cho’s grief-stricken face.
Friday July 7, 1995
The Daily Prophet is run by arses. Instead of asking Fudge what really happened at the end of the Tournament, they allow him to make long-winded statements and have their idiot journalists write articles about how crazy Harry is and how You Know Who is not back. Are these people fucking serious? What the bloody hell was that at the Quidditch World Cup then? It’s going to be a terrible day.
--
Alicia floos to my house. She’s wearing the dress she usually wears if we’re going some place where there’ll be adults. She’s taken care with her hair and make-up. It’s love, or something like it.
From my house, we floo to Marcus’. It’s half the size of my own home with three floors, five bedrooms, three baths, a conservatory, and a garden that would make Madame Sprout orgasm.
Alicia has told me all about Marcus. His parents both died in a fire when he was six. He had been living with relatives until he left school and inherited his parents’ fortune. He was never fond of his relatives, but he didn’t start acting like it until recently. Alicia wouldn’t say anything else. Instead she started talking about Marcus’ job at Gringotts. He processes loans.
“Not what I expected with a last name like Flint,” I say as Alicia leads me to the second floor sitting room.
“The money came from his mother’s side,” she replies.
I wonder which side the looks come from.
Marcus looks like I remember him: big, tall, and mean. I’m hesitant about the meeting until I see the smile he gives Alicia. He holds her hand and kisses her gently. There really is a way around his teeth.
“Johnson,” Marcus greets when he and Alicia manage to pull away from each other.
“Call me Angelina,” I say. “I’ve already started calling you Marcus.”
Marcus is surprised. Alicia grins. She doesn’t think it’s going to be a bad day.
We don’t do much. We lounge around the sitting room and talk about Quidditch and other things we won’t remember tomorrow. It’s surprisingly easy to talk to Marcus. Once or twice he says things I want to hex him for, but it’s the same when I’m talking to Fred, George, or Lee. I catch myself laughing at one of his jokes. It shouldn’t be this easy to get along with him. I try to muster up some righteous indignation but I can’t. It’s summer hols and Hogwarts is far away. Next year I won’t even be there.
After a few hours, Marcus and Alicia start looking at each from the corner of their eyes. They want to be alone but they don’t want to seem impolite.
I roll my eyes. “If you two want to shag then by all means. Just go upstairs and make sure there’s a silencing spell.”
Alicia blushes and Marcus grins.
“What about you?” Alicia asks.
“Just point me in the direction of the liquor and I’ll be alright.”
“I didn’t think you drank,” Marcus says.
“I’m looking to have a bit of fun this summer.”
“What kind of fun?” Alicia asks.
“The illegal and legal kind,” I reply with a smirk.
Marcus smiles and looks at me as if he’s never seen me before. “I like you,” he says. It’s about the best comment one can get from Marcus Flint when you’re not his girlfriend.
Before he and Alicia leave, Marcus orders the house elf to bring a bottle of wine and two bottles of firewiskey to the sitting room. I don’t bother to use a glass.
--
Alicia and I stumble through my floo around ten. I’m shit-faced and Alicia has to help me up to my room. Neither of us is particularly worried about my parents catching us.
She helps me get off my clothes and puts me to bed. All the while, I tell her that I’m not angry about her and Marcus anymore. I kind of understand now. I rather like him, in fact. I was wrong about him and I admit it. It’s important that I tell her these things, just in case.
Saturday July 8, 1995
I feel like I’ve been hit by two bludgers when I wake up. I drank a whole bottle of firewhiskey and a quarter of the wine last night. Marcus is likely laughing his arse off. I’m laughing too.
I’ve never been drunk before. I’ve seen others lose their inhibitions and become the sum total of their wants and desires. I couldn’t afford to leave my control behind. Right now I feel like there’s nothing to lose.
Errol makes another appearance. Fred’s coming on Tuesday. I’ll have to go to Diagon Alley either tomorrow or Monday.
Monday July 10, 1995
I have a lie-in on Sunday because despite the potions I’m still feeling a bit off. This experience has not put me off drinking.
Mum tells me that she and Dad are planning a trip in August. Fiji or some place like it. She asks me if I want to go. I almost think about saying yes because I know she doesn’t want to take me. She’s only asking so she can tell people that she’s really a good mum and I just never want to be seen with my parents. I decline like I always do when we have these conversations. Mum smiles and flits away.
---
Diagon Alley is crowded as usual. I see a few people from school and stop to chat for a while before I continue on my way. In front of Quality Quidditch Supplies, I see a notice. Balthazar Takahashi from the Chudley Cannons will be appearing in two weeks. The Cannons are one of the worst teams in the league and I’d be embarrassed to call myself a fan, but Takashi is one of the best players in the League and he’s quite fit. I know where I’ll be in two weeks.
I stop by Flourish and Blotts and pick up a book on Apparation. I’d almost forgotten that my test is later on this month.
Finally, I make my way to the potions shop. I’m out in less than five minutes with a contraceptive potion.
TBC