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High Heels and Other Archaic Forms of Torture
Topic Started: Sep 25 2010, 04:31 PM (623 Views)
Roberta Halden
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Her dark eyes were wide with panic as she glanced once more into the mirror. She held the dress up to her figure. The deep peach gown was absolutely lovely but it was a bloody dress. A long, flowing dress that would leave her shoulders bare and cling to her frame in a way she was definitely not used to.

Her heart was racing and her hands trembling as she tried to figure out what to do with her hair. The only problem was, other than tossing it up in a ponytail or occasionally twisting it into a messy knot on the top of her head, she had no clue what to do.

And then there was the daunting task of applying makeup. Why were there so many bottles and brushes and creams and colours? Was she supposed to match the shade of her dress? Or would that make her look like a giant apricot?

She couldn’t do this. She just couldn’t. Flopping on her bed, she tried not to cry. There was nothing she hated more than bursting into tears. It was a simple solution really. She would just not go to the ball. Staying in the dorm meant she’d have the place to herself and she could relax with that copy or Quidditch weekly that she’d been meaning to look at. She’d be able to avoid wearing heels or make up. She’d not have to face the ridiculous comments that she was bound to receive from the tossers like Fletcher.

Daegan. His name popped into her head. She’d also miss out on seeing him again. She sat up and took a deep breath. She was going.

Robbie got up and peeled off her jeans and t shirt and shimmied into the dress. She moved back to the mirror. Her mother had chosen the dress for her during a recent shopping trip to Diagon Alley and Robbie could not be more upset with her if she tried. When talk of this masquerade first came up, her plan had been simple. She would buy a tuxedo and have it altered to fit her small stature. Her mother had lost her shit over such a scandalous suggestion.

And then there had been the long chat she’d shared between the girls in her dormitory. They had been eager to hear details of her first date with Daegan Maher. Robbie had never been involved in this type of conversation before, and was completely unprepared for the frankness in which these girls broke down every detail. Ellie had been the one who had asked about their goodnight kiss. Robbie blushed profusely while explaining that although there was one kiss shared in the heat of battle, there was no good night kiss.

The girls had all silenced at that moment and shared secretive worried glances at each other before they explained that no kiss meant that he was simply not interested. Robbie was crushed and the girls quickly determined that Robbie needed to change her image. She needed to show Daegan Maher that she was in fact a girl. Not just a rough and tumble tomboy. So she finally relented and let her mother talk her into a ball gown.

In the end, Robbie had been forced to try on a few dozen gowns before they found this one. Against her better judgment, she’d let her mother convince her that it was perfect. And in the shop it had been. Robbie was now convinced that the shop owners had a charm placed on the mirrors to make the dresses seem perfect for you while in the store, but once you got it home, you could see every flaw.

The strapless gown hugged her slender frame down past the curve of her hips before flaring out in a soft rumpled cascade to the floor. The colour was a rich and it did look nice with her tanned skin and her dark hair. That much she would admit.

She knew that she’d need help to get ready. This was not something she could do on her own. She simply didn’t have the skills necessary. Leaving the safety of her dorm, Robbie’s arms crossed over her midsection in a rather vain effort to cover herself up somewhat. Stealing down the hall, she knocked timidly at the open door as she peered in to see Kate applying her own makeup for the ball.

Kate Daniels was a few years older and Robbie mainly knew her as a friend of Darcy’s but she’d always been a kind and helpful girl. Robbie could only hope that would continue tonight.

“Kate?” The older girl looked up at her with a warm smile. Robbie began to speak. Her frantic pleas tumbled out of her mouth in a jumbled mess but somehow the seventh year girl was able to decipher what Robbie was after and quickly flashed a warm grin and agreed to help.

With Kate’s assistance, Robbie’s hair was twisted up into an elegant, French knot with several tendrils escaped to brush against her neck. And then with minimal effort, Kate had applied a bit of makeup before turning the younger Gryffindor back to face the mirror. Robbie was simply stunned. She looked like a girl... a very pretty girl. Turning quickly, Robbie flung her arms around Kate’s neck and thanked her profusely.

Hurrying back to her room, she slipped on her heels and her mask, being very careful of her newly styled hair and makeup. She stood from her seat and because of the three inch heels that her mum had insisted on, she almost landed face first to the floor. Heels were definitely not Robbie’s strong suit. With great care and slightly wobbling steps, she made her way to the top of the stairs.

And thats when the terror began in earnest. She was expected to casually and elegantly stroll down the stairs. Yeah, that was not going to happen. She watched as the girl in front of her. Calleigh Bancroft. Calleigh was the very definition of elegance and grace. Not to mention, she was stunningly beautiful. Every eye in the room was focused on the lovely girl as she seemed to float effortlessly down the stairs.

How the hell was Robbie supposed to follow that? She could barely walk in the ankle-breaking heels that her mother had chosen much less descend a long curving staircase without acting like a human bowling ball, knocking down formally dressed classmates with a brutal tumble.

With a death grip on the banister and her heart hammering madly, Robbie began to very cautiously to make her way down the stairs. She teetered dangerously several times but somehow managed to stay upright.

As she stepped to the bottom of the staircase, she finally released the breath she had been holding and finally relaxed somewhat. Her eyes lifted from her feet and she let her gaze search the gathering of tuxedos and dress robes. The masks were more off putting than she would have guessed.

Who would have thought that a small bit of material would make it so difficult to identify people? Even as the thought flitted through her mind, her eyes met with a familiar set of striking blue eyes from behind a dark mask. She was almost certain that it was Daegan. Robbie immediately blushed and shifted her footing. The small movement had a big impact as she stumbled and collided into the back of Calleigh Bancroft, sending the poor girl stumbling a few steps forward.

“I’m sorry.” She squeaked, absolutely horrified at her own clumsiness. Calleigh lifted a hand to pat at her hair to ensure Robbie hadn’t made a mess of things, before casting a cool smile at her. Robbie felt like a complete dolt.

As soon as Calleigh turned her head away, Robbie bolted in the other direction. Her intention was simple, get to a quiet corner and hide until it was time to get in a carriage.

In her haste, Robbie misjudged her step and her heel twisted from under her. She was pitched violently to the right and collided face first into a tuxedo clad chest. She closed her eyes.

‘Merlin’s beard, could this night get any worse?” She muttered almost inaudibly without looking up. She pressed her small hands against the impossibly muscular chest and tried to right herself. Finally finding the courage to pull her eyes up to face the bloke she’d just collided with, she began to stammer an apology... again.

“I’m so sorry. These bloody things were invented by a sadistic bastard who was obviously male...” She began as her eyes met with the smiling blue eyes of the man she was still half leaning on.

“Hi,” She said, her voice suddenly came out breathless. And she felt even more foolish as she asked. “Daegan?”
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“It’s all in the execution,” Daegan said arrogantly as he patted his face with some spicy scented aftershave. “You have to walk the walk. The talk is only ten percent of the game.”

Dean Bigby had been a good mate of his for a while, but the poor kid just couldn’t figure out how it was that Daegan had such an easy time with the ladies. While Dean had shagged a few birds in his short years as a sexual beast, he hadn’t quite mastered the tact that accompanied a good, solid reputation. Probably because he’d taken time to learn from Jack Reilly.

“A girl’s only going to inadvertently tell her friends to sleep with you if you make her feel like she’s the only one you’re going to shag.”

He pulled a towel off of a nearby rack and ran it over his face to take off the thin layer of moisture that was left from the aftershave. He tossed it into the sink lazily and turned around so that his lower back was pressed against the counter. Dean was straightening out his own dress robes and nodding his head to the advice.

“So, follow up?” Dean asked when he finally looked up, his eyebrows a smidge higher than where they normally lay over his hazel eyes.

Daegan smiled wide and reached forward to clap Dean on the shoulder. “You’re getting’ it, mate. S’all in the follow up.”

The boys exited the loo fully decked out in their ball garments. Daegan had a stunning set of chestnut colored robes that caused his baby blues to really pop. It was something he’d picked up from some fashion magazine when he learned that girls would first spot your eyes, and in those first few seconds, they knew if they were ever going to shag you. He figured he’d give himself the best possible chances by really making them stand out.

From inside of his robes pocket, he plucked out a dark brown mask and fiddled with the stretchy string that was attached to both sides. With a debonair smirk plastered on his face, he lifted the mask and pulled it over his eyes and part of his nose. He knew he looked good and he’d be damned if he didn’t feel it, too.

He descended the staircase with Dean and joined the first half a dozen blokes that had managed to get ready for the ball early. They stood around, idly chatting about which girls had the best bizoombas, which ones were the easiest and which ones they wouldn’t be caught dead with in a very dark closet. But all conversation stopped abruptly as the girls began walking down the staircase, one after another.

The one girl that he was keeping his eyes open for had shocked the ever living Hell out of him. He knew it was her straight away by her eyes behind the mask, and the way that she seemed to struggle to walk properly in her heels. He let out a low whistle and prodded Dean in the ribs with his elbow. Signaling him to his date for the evening, Daegan glanced at his friend and raised his eyebrows up and down suggestively.

She was a beautiful vision in peach colored robes that were tailored to hug every inch of curvy flesh. Her breasts were accentuated - oh, were they! He practically drooled just watching them lightly bounce up and down as she stepped from stair to stair. It took him a full minute to drag his gaze from them.

And his attention to them was only broken because she had crashed into the stunning girl in front of her, who also had a very nice rack. He loved shindigs like this. Girls always liked to show off their goods.

As soon as she took her step onto the stone floor, Daegan made his move toward her. He weaved easily between the other people, his eyes not leaving that gorgeous frame.

“I’m so sorry,” he heard her say as she collided with another bloke. “These bloody things were invented by a sadistic bastard who was obviously male…”

A light laugh left Daegan’s lips. They were invented for a very good reason. The stem of the flower was the most important part, after all.

“Daegan?”

The other bloke, he couldn’t make out who it was, looked at her strangely and just before he could open his mouth to tell her what his name was, Daegan caught her by the elbow and spun her around to face him.

“Ask and you shall receive,” he said with a cheesy grin on his face. Slipping his hand from her elbow to her hand, he entwined their fingers. He pulled her close and leaned his head down so that he could whisper in her ear. “You look smashing, love.”

As he moved away, he brushed a kiss against her cheek. His eyes were bright and happy behind the dark mask on his face. Stepping away from her by only an inch, he allowed his gaze to travel up and down her body once, to take her in up close. It was rare that a girl looked as good up close as they did from a distance, but somehow, Halden seemed to pull it off effortlessly.

“On a scale of one to ten, how uncomfortable do you feel right now,” he asked her playfully, fully expecting to receive some kind of onslaught of waffling about the evilness of dresses and heels. Frankly, he didn’t care how uncomfortable it made her feel; she was radiating sexy tonight. He was going to make her feel it, for sure.

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The bright blue eyes looking down at her blinked in bewilderment and she knew it wasn’t Daegan. Before the boy could respond, Robbie felt a hand at her elbow and she was being guided around to face Daegan. It was the smile that gave him away. The way he seemed cheesy, sincere and wicked all at the same time. She would know that grin anywhere.

“Ask and you shall receive,” He spoke with a teasing tone in his voice, she had no choice but to grin happily up at him. Even with her ridiculously high heels, he still towered over her. His hand slid softly over her skin as he moved it from her elbow down to tangle his fingers with hers. It was a small gesture that caused her heart to skip a beat. Leaning in close, his voice lowered even further until it was little more than a breath against her ear. “You look smashing, love.”

“Thank you,” Her face flushed mildly until his lips skimmed the skin of her cheek, and then she could feel her blush building in intensity, which was only furthered by his perusal of her figure in the very revealing gown. It was maddeningly conflicting, part of her wanted nothing more than to don her jeans and t-shirt but part of her couldn’t help but be flattered at his attention. He looked at her in a way that no boy had ever done before.

“On a scale of one to ten, how uncomfortable do you feel right now,” He asked with a light-hearted smirk.

Unable to help herself, Robbie burst into a fit of rather unladylike giggles which she attempted to stifle with her free hand, it was no use. Rather than ebbing away, her giggles got a little louder until she snorted, which cause a fresh fit of laughter. Her eyes dancing merrily. It was as though all of the nerves and stress she’d been feeling was letting loose through her laughter. She was fairly sure that she looked absolutely mental but she couldn’t help it.

Her laughter was cut short however by a sharp jab of an elbow in her ribs. She turned to see Ellie shooting her a warning glare. It had been the plan all along, pretend to be a lady. Show Daegan Maher that she was not just a jock or a tomboy, but that she could in fact be feminine.

Robbie’s impromptu giggles faded rapidly and she placed what she hoped was a charming grin on her face. “Uncomfortable? Why, not at all. I just don’t have many occasions to wear such,” (absurd) “beautiful gowns.”

She felt like a moron. Why was she doing this? She had not once in her life ever pretended to be anything other than what she was. She liked who she was, yet some part of her was heartbroken at the fact that he hadn’t kissed her at the end of their date. Her friends had all but assured her that this was because he saw her as one of the lads and the only way to remedy this was to prove to him that she wasn’t.

So, here she was, looking like every other girl at this silly ball and acting just like all those silly bints that she’d always mocked. Her feet ached from the shoes, her face felt tight from all the phony grinning, and she was absolutely starving because she had been afraid to eat anything all day for fear of not fitting into her dress for tonight.

Being a girl was hard and completely pointless work.

How did Sammy do it every day? How did the others? Robbie would rather shove the golden snitch up her nose than have to go through this regiment every day.

If Daegan couldn’t accept her as she was, was there any point to this little experiment? Did she really want to endure this kind of torture for some stupid boy who couldn’t appreciate her just the way she was? She glanced up at him again. His smile and the mischievous gleam in his eyes caused her heart to thump again. And she knew without a doubt, she’d continue on with this charade, for the night at least. If nothing else, she would show Daegan Maher what he was missing by dismissing her.

Gently removing her hand from his, she slid it up to the crook of his arm and looked up at him with yet another fake grin. “I suppose the carriages should be heading out shortly. Shall we?”


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There was something satisfying in knowing that you made someone laugh. Especially in the way that Halden seemed to belt it out. She was genuine, and Daegan liked that about her. She didn’t spend her time living up to others’ expectations of her. Though, he had to hand it to her; the girl cleaned up very nice indeed.

As she laughed, Daegan watched the way pieces of hair brushed against the tanned skin of her neck and collarbone. If he wasn’t careful, he’d definitely have a hard time keeping himself from trying to snog her all night.

“Uncomfortable?” Her voice was suddenly lacking laughter, and her face had transformed from the careless glee it had adopted, to a very proper smile. Daegan raised an eyebrow at the sudden change. “Why, not at all. I just don’t have many occasions to wear such beautiful gowns.”

Daegan’s lips raised in appreciation. “Then maybe we should have a ball every week, hm?”

He was so far gone into her eyes, he barely felt her hand leave his. She pulled him back down to earth in a soft, cheerful voice. “I suppose the carriages should be heading out shortly. Shall we?”

“Indeed,” he answered her swiftly, placing his hand over hers in the crook of his arm. There was something about the small gesture that he found satisfying. Like claiming a stake in her night. He was with her, not anyone else. This beautiful, delectable girl was on his arm, and he had dibs.

He led them in a leisurely stroll through the open front doors to await the carriages that would take them to the Masquerade Ball. Robbie seemed to have some problems in her heels, or maybe it was the cobbled pathway they were walking on. In any case, and for his own benefit, he slid her hand off of his arm and instead, wound his arm around her waist.

The heat of her tiny body caused a tingling in his spine. That familiar feeling that accompanied a very pleasant romp in the sack. If possible, his smile got wider. It was amazing that the nearness to her produced that strong of a reaction, when lately, he had to fight for things to function easily.

“I’ve got to say,” he said genially, pausing their steps a few feet away from the path of the carriages, “whoever made your dress should be given a bonus. The way it clings to you…” He stared down at her, blue eyes openly expressing his gratitude for the thin, peach material. “You do realize that I fully intend on flaunting you about tonight, yeah?”

He couldn’t imagine that she had doubted him. With a figure like hers, breasts like that, beauty that shined in the ways hers seemed to do so effortlessly. Daegan felt like the luckiest bloke of the night.

Placing a hand on her cheek, his smile faded to be replaced by a slight smirk. His eyes darted down to her lips, greedily taking in the lightly painted plumpness. He wet his lips without even thinking about it and slowly lowered them down to hers.

The second that they touched, the carriages pulled up. He let out a barely audible chuckle and let his hand drop from her face as he took a step back. Lacing their fingers together, he brought their joined hands up to his lips and placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand.

“Later, I suppose.”
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Strolling through the castle on Daegan’s arm, Robbie was a bundle of complex nerves and energy. The attention the handsome Puff was paying her was enough to make her heart skip a beat and her breath to become a little shallow. Yet there was still a part of her that couldn’t help but think that this was all because of the airs she was putting on on his behalf.

This dainty feminine girl that was smiling politely and prancing about on these ridiculous stilts was not her. It was not anyone she ever wanted to be. So why was she trying so hard to being this?

And then his arm slipped around her waist.

She chanced a glance up at him as a shiver ran through her frame. He was impossibly good looking and unbelievably charming. Any girl in the school would want to be in her shoes. Yet she felt like a complete imposter.

“I’ve got to say,” he said genially, pausing their steps a few feet away from the path of the carriages, “whoever made your dress should be given a bonus. The way it clings to you…” He stared down at her, blue eyes openly expressing his gratitude for the thin, peach material. “You do realize that I fully intend on flaunting you about tonight, yeah?”

Robbie’s face turned a deep crimson and her eyes shifted downwards but the smile on her face was genuine. How could she not be flattered? Despite her reservations about the whole charade, he was complimenting her in a way that made her feel as though she was the most beautiful girl in the school.

His hand moved to cup her cheek and steered her gaze back up at him, yet his eyes had landed on her lips. A fluttery sensation washed over her. He was going to kiss her again, there was no rampant flurry of questions and doubt washing over her this time. This time she stared at his face until it lowered to hers. A quiet thrill thrummed through her as his lips brushed hers oh so briefly.

Her breath came out in a hesitant puff of air against his mouth as he pulled away with a soft chuckle. Their hand met and his fingers slipped through hers in a very easy, but intimate way. She felt the touch of his lips on the back of her hand and damn near fell off her stupid heels.

“Later, I suppose.” His voice was low, just loud enough for her to hear. It was as though nothing else in the world mattered but the two of them.

Robbie flashed a smile at him and instinctively took a teetering step toward him. The few inches between them seemed to be too far. Then as a carriage pulled to a stop in front of them, she stepped back again. She nodded at him. “Later.” She agreed with a smirk of her own.

For just that moment, she felt like Cinderella heading to the ball with her Prince Charming. She could complete relate to any girl who had ever wanted to be a princess. Something that she’d never understood until this moment. Daegan used their joined hand to help her into the carriage. She paused for a moment, the logistics of stepping into the carriage seemed daunting when she had to consider the low cut of her dress, the long full skirt and the high heels. This was a disaster waiting to happen. She took a deep breath and stepped up. There were only two steps into the carriage. It was a simple task, one she’d done a thousand times before. No problem. She would be fine.

Riiiip.

Robbie froze. Oh, sweet Merlin, please oh please let that be some other girl’s dress. Although she felt horrible about the thought but at the moment, better her than me was all she could think.

Finally glancing down, she spotted a very small tear in the hem of her dress. Barely noticeable. She breathed a sigh of relief. At least she hadn’t tore the backside of her dress and been showing her arse off to all of Hogwarts. She finished climbing into the carriage and took her seat. Daegan followed her in and sat beside her.

“Daegan.” She began, all the emotions and regrets she’d been feeling about the night seemed to be bubbling up within her. “I am not this girl.” She absently waved a hand at her gown.

“I know this is the kind of girl you are looking for and are used to being around, but it isn’t me.” If he chose to run off in the other direction, now was the time. She couldn’t deal with this prim and proper girly rigmarole for a moment longer. She was terrified that he’d leave but at the same time she couldn’t keep up the pretense a moment longer.

“I’m the girl who hangs out with the blokes, I fight, I play sports and I cuss. I’m loud and sometimes obnoxious and I wear jeans and t shirts.” She rambled on, without pausing to let him get a word in edgewise. “The girls told me this was what you wanted but it ain’t me. I like you. I really like you,” Her cheeks pinked at the admission, “And when they told me that you thought of me as one of the lads, I had to try but I feel like a fraud. I don’t wear gowns or makeup or curl my hair. I’ve no idea how to do any of that. I had to beg for help to achieve this.”

There was a silence that filled the carriage for several long moments. Finally Robbie reached to snag Daegan’s wand from the inside pocket of his dress robes. She hauled up the poofy skirt to reveal her torturous shoes. With a quietly muttered spell, a soft blue light hit them and transfigured them into a very comfy pair of flip flops. She couldn’t stifle the sigh of relief.


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He knew it was wrong, but he just couldn’t help it. The moment that Robbie’s dress ripped, a wide smile lit Daegan’s face. He leaned down rather tactlessly to check and see if the goods were uncovered. Unfortunately, all was well. Well, well for her. Not so much for his hopes.

“Daegan?” He straightened himself out and sat down beside her. The anxiety in her tone had him worried. She wasn’t going to go all girl and cry about a little hole in her dress, right? “I am not this girl.”

Just as his brow furrowed, trying to figure out what she meant, she went off again. And she didn’t stop.

“I know this is the kind of girl you are looking for and are used to being around, but it isn’t me.” Actually, he didn’t have much of a type. Unless you considered easy or challenging types. A little smile appeared on his face.

“I’m the girl who hangs out with the blokes, I fight, I play sports and I cuss. I’m loud and sometimes obnoxious and I wear jeans and t shirts.” She rambled on, without pausing to let him get a word in edgewise. “The girls told me this was what you wanted but it ain’t me. I like you. I really like you.

“I like you, too,” he said quietly, easily admitting that he had certain feelings for her. But, she didn’t seem to hear him.

“And when they told me that you thought of me as one of the lads, I had to try but I feel like a fraud. I don’t wear gowns or makeup or curl my hair.”

Yeah, he was pretty sure that when they went on their date, and she was caked in mud because someone called her a girl he understood that she was, in fact, not a girly girl. But, he let her keep rambling. The blush on her face was causing him to grin like a moron.

“I’ve no idea how to do any of that. I had to beg for help to achieve this.”

His eyebrows raised as she grabbed his wand. First instinct said ‘duck and cover’ knowing that when a girl got away from herself like this, they were likely to strike. Especially in the man bits department. He placed his hands over his bits and bobs, just in case.

But then her skirt was lifted. He really had to try very hard not to let his gaze lower down to where he was sure to spot some silky thigh or maybe even some knickers. When he finally couldn’t stop himself from taking a peek, a pair of pink flip flops appeared on Robbie’s feet.

He couldn’t help but chuckle. Profusely. The sudden change from sexy heels to comfortable flip flops seemed to be some kind of sedative for the beautiful brunette. Didn’t matter much to him, to be brutally honest. If she were wearing some kind of slag’s dress like half the other girls in the school then perhaps he would have tried to get her to see reason. As it was, her shapely stems were hidden behind a gigantic peach poof. Really, it didn’t matter if she was barefoot.

Least he could still see her breasts.

With a genial smile, he reached forward and held her chin between his thumb and forefinger. His eyes were level with hers. “Do you honestly think those things matter to me? No.” He shook his head as if to make his point. A small chunk of his slicked back hair fell into his eyes. “You may act like one of the blokes, Robbie, but you’re beautiful doing it.”

Closing the gap between them, he met her lips with a sweet, tender kiss. His hand moved from her chin to cup her cheek, the pad of his thumb rubbing soft circles as he tried to coax her mouth to open for him.

There was some spark that he found between them. Something odd that made his head go blank. Like he was feeling her with something else. Something he’d not expected. The feeling was long forgotten as she opened for him. His hand glided from her cheek to her hair, twisting in it gently around his fingers, pulling her closer to him.

Several moments of heavy breathing and snogging passed before he pulled away and pasted one more, short, noisy kiss on her lips.

“The girls who told you what my ‘type’ is,” he whispered just shy of her lips, raising his eyes to hers, “are just jealous, love.”
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Robbie wasn’t sure how to react to Daegan’s laughter. Part of her was hurt that her heartfelt confession was met with such merriment but another part realized how ridiculous she had sounded. She had only been on their date for all of five minutes and she’s already dropped the ladylike act and let her own personality shine through. She couldn’t decide if this was going to be a good thing or a complete disaster.

She couldn’t help but giggle along with him, with a slight shake of her head. At least she hadn’t terrified him with her proclamations. As she stared at his handsome face, she suddenly realized that maybe he didn’t mind her just being herself. Fist fights and torn jeans and all.

His hand moved up to catch her chin, directing her face so that his blue eyes caught hers.

“Do you honestly think those things matter to me? No.” He shook his head as if to make his point. A small chunk of his slicked back hair fell into his eyes. “You may act like one of the blokes, Robbie, but you’re beautiful doing it.”

Her cheeks burned at his words but before she could look down, his lips caught hers in a soft kiss. A soft noise of surprise erupted from her. Her hands moved up to rest against his strong chest. Her mouth opened as she felt his tongue trace along the plumpness of her bottom lip.

Her mind went blissfully blank as he explored her mouth. She felt his hand catch the back of her head as he held her close. Her hands splayed out over the expanse of the soft material that covered his chest, her fingers clenched against him as she pulled herself closer to him. Her breath was coming faster and her heart was racing as he pulled back from her briefly. Her eyes remained closed until she felt one last short kiss against her lips.

Her eyes fluttered open and sought out his. She drew in a breath in an effort to steady herself but it was pointless with him so close to her. Trying to calm her nerves with him so close was impossible, if anything his nearness caused her heart to race a little faster.

“The girls who told you what my ‘type’ is,” he whispered just shy of her lips, raising his eyes to hers, “are just jealous, love.”

His breath danced over her lips causing a soft shiver to course through her. Robbie moved her head forward a few millimeters to brush her lips against his again. She was stunned at herself for her boldness but all she could think of was her desire to feel his kiss again. It seemed like only moments later when she pulled back and opened her eyes as the carriage door opened. She hadn’t even realized that they’d arrived at the ball.

Blushing furiously, she gathered her wits enough to take the doorman’s hand and stepped out of the carriage. She turned back in time to face Daegan, her cheeks were still flushed a deep pink but the smile on her lips was apparent as she reached up with tiny hand to wipe away the traces of her lipstick on his face.

“It’s not your shade.” She said cheekily.
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Daegan was rewarded for his suave mannerisms when Robbie's lips met his for a fleeting, chaste kiss once again. Learning the art of women, even manly birds with flip flops on their feet, was probably one of the best things he'd ever done. God forbid he take Lachlan's route, who'd probably tell the beautiful girl to have a sex change if she was so unhappy being a girl. Or, if he were anything like any of his other mates, they'd have moved on to the next girl who didn't mind donning the revealing clothing and accentuating make up. But, Daegan knew that girls were individual. They each had some neurotic trait in them that men would have to cater to.

It just so happened that Robbie's particular neuroses were paintlaunching and flip flops. Smiling as he jumped down from the carriage after her, Daegan knew that his date could have been indescribably worse than the gorgeous bird he'd have on his arm tonight. One of the blokes, schmun of the blokes. Better than Louisa McNastigan, who had coincidentally just strolled by them, looking ravishing in her gown of tie-dye and her pigtailed hair falling unevenly over her shoulders.

He shuddered as Robbie's soft fingers met the corner of his mouth. "It's not your shade," she told him with an alluring grin on her face.

Mimicking her smile, Daegan placed his hand over hers and sighed. "We should have organized that a bit better then. Maybe if you'd worn a bright red..."

He pulled her hand down next to his side, twining their fingers together, and led her at a casual pace into the transfigured pub. It was already littered with finely dressed people, and most of the same exposed cleavage that he’d seen at Hogwarts. Here and there he spotted a new hourglass figure or a pair of shapely stems that he tried to ignore. Mostly, however, he felt that he had the best looking girl of the night.

Robbie, with her flip flops. Daegan couldn’t help smiling as he dragged Robbie to the bar to get a drink. Something nonalcoholic, of course, since they were both very well underage. He longed for a bit of rum, but with one look at the bartender carding other people, he knew he’d never get away with trying.

“What’ll you have?”

Daegan glanced to Robbie and searched her face for a long moment before turning back to the bartender. “Pumpkin juice and a butterbeer.”

When the bartender walked away to grab their drinks, Daegan reached in his pocket and pulled out a leather satchel holding his money. He dug around until he found a few sickles and placed them on the bar before turning around to face Robbie.

He was about to open his mouth to say something exceptionally cheesy, when a fellow housemate, Roland, walked by and held out his fist for a fist bump. Daegan greeted him with a hearty “Oi.”

“Can’t believe these are the same girls we go to school with,” his Hufflepuff friend said with a colossal smirk on his face. “Reckon we’d have our pick too. Seems they’re all in…” And then his amber colored eyes glanced to Robbie. Up and down her slender frame.

Daegan felt something… protective rise inside of him. A need to shield her from Roland’s perusal of her body. He’d never go so far to admit that it was his, at least for the night.

Coughing in an attempt to sidestep what could have been an awkward moment, Daegan pulled Robbie closer to his side and slipped his hand around her waist. “Roland, this is Robbie-”

Halden?” Roland finished for him, eyes practically popping through their little slits in his mask. He let out a low whistle and looked her up and down again. “You’re… you look-”

“Like the best lookin’ bird in the building,” Daegan supplied with a wide, toothy grin, fighting down the urge to punch the leering gaze off of Roland’s face. He glanced over to Robbie and leaned down to whisper teasingly in her ear. “I’m allowed to refer to you as a ‘bird’ right? I don’t have to call you a bloke to avoid a beating?”
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There was something about the smile that Daegan flashed at her. It caused an odd fluttering sensation in the pit of her stomach. He had this ability to make her feel as though she was the only person in the room that mattered. Her eyes held his as he took hold of her hand once again. Their fingers tangled loosely together and she let herself be led to the bar. As they made their way through the crowds of people dressed in their finest, Robbie studied Daegan’s profile.

He was undeniably good looking and more fun to be around than she ever could have imagined. Yes, he could get her completely flustered with a simple look into those deep blue eyes and he had a knack for seeing her at her very worst, but despite all that , or maybe because of it, Robbie found that she loved to be around him. The poor lad didn’t even bat an eyelash at her crazy outburst in the carriage, he was able to put her at ease about her muddied and bloodied appearance for their first date and he was cool under pressure when Gertie tried to charbroil her. For once in her life, Robbie felt as though she had finally met someone who might finally understand her. And if filled her with an odd sense of hope.

As he ordered their drinks, Robbie let her eyes move from him to take in their surroundings. The old tavern had a magical feel to it tonight. The small humble pub had been transformed into an enormous ball room that would rival the finest in all of England. Faerie lights and candles illuminated the space and lent to the storybook feel. There were hundreds of witches and wizards dressed in the most exquisite outfits and everyone wore a mask that left the air of mystery floating about.

She turned to face Daegan with a happy grin on her face. This night was turning out better than she ever could have dreamed. Especially since she’d rid herself of those torturous heels. Her feet were no longer screaming in pain and now that she wasn’t teetering around like a clown on stilts, she could enjoy the evening without fear of disaster.

Daegan’s eyes caught sight of someone else. Robbie turned to see who it was as the two blokes fist bumped.

Roland Deschain. Robbie stifled a groan. Roland was seeker for the Hufflepuff house team and was a complete arse. He was poor quidditch player and an ever poorer sport about losing. During the last Puff/Gryffindor match, she had beaten him to the snitch fairly and easily. She had had a good broom length lead on him and when they landed, he’d sought her out. An evil scowl in place on his face, he begun berating her skills as a seeker. If Jack hadn’t hauled her away, she’d have begun beating the smug look from Roland’s stupid face.

The loud mouthed tosspot let his eyes roam her figure, making her feel naked under his scrutiny. She was immensely grateful when Daegan slipped a protective arm around her midsection and pulled her closer to him. She instinctively angled her head slightly against his chest.

“Roland, this is Robbie-”

“Halden?” Roland finished for him, eyes practically popping through their little slits in his mask. He let out a low whistle and looked her up and down again. “You’re… you look-”

Robbie’s body tensed as she prepared to launch herself at the smugfaced wanker. Wanting nothing more than to pummel his idiotic face until it was physically impossible for him to leer at her like that again. Ever. Her fist balled up at her sides and she took a half step forward when her date spoke up, halting her in place.

“Like the best lookin’ bird in the building,” Daegan supplied with a wide, toothy grin.

Robbie stood still for a moment as her eyes sought out Daegan’s, a deep crimson blush stained her cheeks as the irritation that threatened to overtake her only moments before slipped quietly away. He glanced over to Robbie and leaned down to whisper teasingly in her ear.

“I’m allowed to refer to you as a ‘bird’ right? I don’t have to call you a bloke to avoid a beating?”

“Bird is acceptable.” She assured him with a smirk. Her anger ebbed as she began to giggle. She moved her hand across her body to tangle her fingers with his as they rest on her waist.

Turning to look at Roland once more, she flashed him a patronizing smile. “And, Roland, did you bring your sister, Eustice again? It’s awfully kind of her to accompany you but then again, she’s always been a very charitable person.”

The uncouth Puff stammered slightly before taking a threatening step towards her. Her back stiffened as though preparing for a fight. Her eyes narrowed as she spoke again, as though daring him to try. This entire exchange was trying her patience. She was trying desperately to control her anger and to stop herself from getting into the middle of a row but if this pompous ass thought she was going to sit back while he gawked at her like she were some skanky little trollop. He had another thing coming.

Finally, the idiot turned and walked away with a scowl on his face. Robbie flashed an amused grin up at Daegan, she was proud of her restraint but didn’t want to waste time thinking about that pillock.


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“Bird is acceptable,” Robbie told him surely, a small smirk gracing her beautiful face. As her fingers twined with his, Daegan squeezed and pulled her an added inch closer to him. “And, Roland, did you bring your sister, Eustice again?”

Oh. Snap. He couldn’t help the ridiculously large, toothy grin that was plastered on his face then as he stared at Roland. It was a sad, sad day for Roland when the only date he had to the Yule ball was his little sister, who had spent the entire evening in a stroppy fit of rage for being forced to forgo her date for her brother. Daegan made sure to give her a bit of attention that night. Roland never found out, thank Merlin.

“It’s awfully kind of her to accompany you but then again, she’s always been a very charitable person.” And indeed she was. She was very much into the giving of things. Something that Daegan was very, very entertained by. In the broom closet next to portrait of Nicholas the Necromancer.

While it was all very humorous, Daegan was silently concerned with the contortions on Roland’s face and the slightly darker red shade of his face. The second that he stepped toward them, Daegan shot him a serious, warning glare, smile slipping from his face quickly. Roland’s sight landed on Daegan’s face and then shot back down to Robbie and his mouth opened as if he were going to say something… and if it was anything that Daegan was imagining, Robbie would have been on the receiving end of some crude joke.

He glanced down to his date and saw the way her brows furrowed together, lips were narrowed under her petite, adorable nose. And as he drew his gaze back to Roland, he saw that he had stepped back. Realizing that his masculinity wasn’t going to be necessary, Daegan’s annoyance ebbed slightly. He was pleased when the other boy turned around and stalked away, shoulders slumped as he melted into the crowd.

Feeling Robbie’s gaze on him, Daegan smiled. The simple fact that she had gone a bit mental at the mere thought of being a girl or being treated like a girl told him that if he had any feelings of wanting to protect her, he’d have to shove them away for fear of losing a testicle.

Or both.

“Here ya are,” the barman said, as he slid the drinks toward the couple that was paying no attention whatsoever. The barman coughed, dragging Daegan’s attention from Robbie to the drinks he’d ordered only a moment before.

He spun them around to face the bar and used his free hand to give Robbie her butterbeer. “Figured you wouldn’t want a Nancy drink like pumpkin juice,” he said cheekily as he reached for his own glass of tangerine colored liquid. He brought it to his lips and winked down at her as he took a sip.

It was still one of his favorite beverages. Especially when a little rum got added to it. Rum which he had inside of a flask that was currently stuffed inside of his robes. Loosening his grip on her wasn’t something he’d wanted to do, but he reluctantly withdrew his arm from around her and reached into the pocket of his robe to pull out a miniature, no bigger than the size of a knut, flask. Popping off a teeny little cork, Daegan dumped a generous amount of amber liquid into his juice.

“I’m not much for that silly little girl stuff either,” he told Robbie as he recorked his flask and stuffed it back into his pocket. “And I’ve got to be mighty banjaxed to get out on the dance floor.”

With his pumpkin juice in one hand, he stepped closer to Robbie and leaned down so that he was staring straight into her eyes. He reached his free hand up to her cheek and in his most husky, sensual voice, he spoke.

“Though, I may already be drunk off of how absolutely beautiful you are tonight, Halden.”
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