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I remember once, that my cousin Dominique told me that she’d only sleep with a guy at least six months after dating him, if even then. She’d never jump into bed with someone. So, it was quite a surprise, you see, when I find out from Rosie that not only was Dominique dating Alfie, but they slept together, one week ago, which for your information, was only two months after Alfie and I broke up.

This new information made me wonder if Dominique lied about how long she’d date a guy before sleeping with him, or if maybe she’d been seeing him longer than everyone thought.

I asked Rose about it, but she shrugged and told me that she hadn’t a clue. I never really thought that Alfie would even be able to do something like that to his best friend, much less the girl he had asked to marry him, but it seems that maybe I was wrong. And how very wrong I was.

“Hey, I thought it was guy’s night,” I yelled over the music. Fred, James, Alfie, and Dominique were sitting in the back booth at the Witch’s Wand, a popular, magical club in downtown London. I slid into the booth next to James and he gave me a look that clearly meant that he hadn’t invited her.

“If it’s guy’s night, then why would you be here?” Dominique asked haughtily. Dominique and I, though cousins, never got on very well. After she went to Hogwarts, she fell into the prissy little crowd with Lavender Brown’s daughter, Azalea. I didn’t care too much for snobs.

“She’s one of the guys,” James spoke up for me. I gave him an appreciative smile before turning my attention back to Aphrodite’s pride and joy with a raised eyebrow.

“If I’m going to be with Alfie now, I need to get to know his friends,” Dominique shot back as she glared at me. How could she not know us? We’re her cousins.

“Dom, I’m going to say this very slowly, and then hopefully, you’ll understand. You. Already. Know. Us. We’re. Your. Cousins,” I explained. She shot me an icy look and Alfie sent me the look that meant he’d give me anything to drop it while James and Fred burst into laughter.

“But I don’t know you in this context,” Dominique continued as her bony little fingers wrapped around Alfie’s shoulder and played with the hair at the nape of his neck. He sent me a pleading look that I ignored. I was not in the mood for her I’m-a-little-princess-hear-me-be-snotty attitude.

I rolled my eyes at her while she looked away, and then told them I was going to get a Firewhiskey. I know it may have been childish, but when Dominique asked for me to pick her up a Butterbeer, I pretended to not hear her.

So, of course, she sent her boyfriend.

“I’m sorry if it’s awkward, but she begged me to bring her,” he explained. I nodded wordlessly as I waited for the barman to attend to us. “Abi, I thought we were going to put this behind us,” he complained.

I turned to look at him then and gave him a calculating look.

“If I asked you a question, would you promise to answer truthfully?” I asked him quietly. He nodded almost immediately.

“When did you and Dominique start dating?” I all but whispered. Alfie froze at first before he locked eyes with my forehead. I always know when Alfie is lying to me, because he stares at my forehead, rather than my eyes.

“A month or so ago,” he answered as he stuffed his fists into his pockets.

“Isn’t ‘ago’ a bit of an understatement?” I asked quietly.

“Abi,” he said in exasperation.

“You’re supposed to be my best friend. Did your proposal even mean anything to you?”

“Why does it matter? It’s not like it meant anything to you!” he accused and I bristled slightly.

“What part of best friend, didn’t you understand, Alfie? I can’t believe you’d betray me like that!” I yelled before walking off.

I made it back to the booth with Alfie tailing after me. Fred and James immediately knew something was off when I went right up to Dominique and slapped her.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Abigail?” Dominique screeched as she held her palm to her pinking cheek. Fred took hold of my hands and drew them behind my back since he noticed they were twitching for a repeat.

“What’s going on, Abi?” he whispered in my ear.

“I know we’ve never seen eye to eye, Dominique, but you’re supposed to be my cousin! Or does that mean nothing to you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Abigail,” Dominique lifted her nose into the air, and I really wanted to lunge.

“Really? Let me see if I can help you remember. Dating Alfie while we were still going out. Sleeping with him when he was my boyfriend. Any of this ringing a bell?” I snarled.

Dominique turned her head to stare at me with large, tearing eyes, and I really wish Fred hadn’t been holding me back so that I could hit her again.

“Abi, I didn’t mean to… It just happened,” she whispered and her chin trembled slightly.

“Save it for someone that believes you, Dominique.” I shrugged out of Fred’s hold and grabbed James’s Firewhiskey from the table, gulping it down.

“Wait just a second. Let me get this straight. Alfie cheated on you when you were still together, with our cousin?” James asked. I nodded silently and he pulled me into a hug before positioning himself in front of me, where Alfie was consoling Dominique. Fred stood shoulder to shoulder with James as they both glared down the couple.

“I think it’s best if you leave,” Fred started.

“Before we make you leave,” James finished in a low voice. Alfie stared regretfully at the three of us before tugging on Dominique’s hand to leave. I loved James and Fred.

“I hope it was worth losing a friend, Alfie, and a cousin, Dominique,” I told them loudly before they were out of ear shot. Alfie glanced back at me shortly before leaving the club, and I collapsed into the booth.

“Want to talk about it?” James asked as he sat on one side of me and Fred on the other.

I glared at him. “Does it look like I want to talk about it? Right about now, I would like a very large glass of Ogden’s Finest,” I told him before burying my head in my arms. I hardly noticed that James left a second later for my order and then appeared a couple of minutes later with a large brandy.

“Here’s your fix-me-up,” he announced. I smiled gratefully at him as I took a large gulp and sighed at the feeling it left, burning down my throat.

Exactly what I needed.

But I may have gone overboard.

Okay, so ‘may have’ is quite an understatement, but still.

I had a right to get sloshed.

Really.

Of course, being sloshed meant that I couldn’t really help what happened next. Honestly. I promise.

After I was properly sloshed, according to Fred and James anyway, I got bored with sitting in the booth and decided to dance. And dancing led to guy searching. And guy searching led to him.

I plopped down into an unassuming guy’s lap, circling my arms round his neck and giving him a wide grin. If I had been in a better *ahem* state, then I would have recognized said guy immediately and not have embarrassed myself. But as it is, I was not in the right state, and I did not completely recognize him.

“Hiya!” I said loudly over the blaring new Weird Sister’s hit. The man looked at me in amusement before glancing around at his mates. They all laughed and gave him a thumbs up.

“Abi? What are you doing?” he asked me with a chuckle before taking a swig of his Firewhiskey. If we were being honest with ourselves, we would also mention that he was a tad plastered as well. So, it wasn’t just me. And that made me feel slightly better. Only slightly.

“You know me? Do I know you?” I giggled. And anybody that did know me knew that I did not, whatsoever, giggle. I chuckle.

“Abi, how drunk did those idiots let you get? It’s me—Teddy,” he said with a grin. I know it should have registered that I was sitting in the lap of the boy I loved, but it didn’t really. It was more of a fuzzy little feeling that I shouldn’t be doing this. But I ignored it. Because his arm wrapped around my middle felt too good.

I leaned into his side and whispered in his ear, “Very drunk.” I giggled a little more and Teddy laughed with me.

“Maybe I should take you home,” he told me and I pouted.

“Now what would be the fun in that, Te-Ted-dddyyy?” I slurred.

I know that when I was to wake up the next morning, I was going to want to jump in a hole and never resurface after what I was about to do. But it didn’t stop me. I still did it.

Pulling back to look into Teddy’s face, I smiled before leaning my forehead against his.

“Teddy, why couldn’t you ever figure it out that I was in love with you?” I whispered before crashing my lips against his. And the best part—he didn’t stop me, he kissed me back. I never imagined my first kiss with Teddy to be when I was sloshed and he was tipsy. I always thought it’d be more romantic. But that didn’t happen. And this did.

Teddy’s hand (the one that wasn’t around my waist) wound its way through my Weasley red hair and I sighed into the kiss. We pulled away eventually, slightly dazed, and I nipped at his bottom lip before leaning in to whisper in his ear again.

“Maybe you should take me home. Well, your home anyway,” I whispered as I kissed a line down his throat and he groaned into my hair.

And he did. And the next morning, when I woke up, everything from the night before flooded back to me. I was terrified. Horrified. Embarrassed. Needless to say, there were a lot of words that could have described how I felt about throwing myself at Teddy and finding myself naked beside him in his king size bed.

I should have been thrilled at the prospect. But I wasn’t. Because I know that if he had been in his right mind, he never would have done it. He didn’t like me like that. I knew that for certain. So, I did the only rational thing I could think of. I left. Before he woke up. I did leave him a note though.

I’m sorry. Let’s just blame it on the alcohol.
Abi

And then I avoided him like the plague.

But nothing, I mean nothing could have prepared me for what happened two months later.


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