I sat in the common room during my free period, my mind going over the events at breakfast. When I had hugged Pitch, I felt a spark run through my body, but brushed it off, assuming it was just static. But when she let go so quickly, I felt so... incomplete, like she had taken part of me with her.
"Hey, Pads, you alright?" James asked me, plonking down next to me.
"Yeah, I think so. Did you feel a sort of- I don't know- shock when Pitch hugged you?" I replied with a question. James shrugged.
"No, but I have to admit, her body pressed up against mine was pretty hot," he answered, winking at me. A low growl resonated through the room, and it took me a while to realize it came from me.
"Whoa, Sirius, chill. What is with you?" Prongs exclaimed. The strange jealousy that pumped through my veins wouldn't settle, the thought of Pitch with James made me absolutely livid.
"Nothing, mate. But you and Pitch? Not. A. Chance," I said, trying to keep my tone playful. James' entire face lit up suspiciously. Oh crap.
"Really? Well, let's have a bet. The Halloween dance is in 10 days. The first one to kiss her before then, tongue and all, wins. 10 Galleons and the loser has to buy the winner 5 Galleons worth of whatever the winner wants seems like a fair prize," he said, smirking.
"What's the catch?" I asked, still wary about his plan. He thought for about a minute before answering.
"The rules. Number one: the deadline is midnight, October 31st, number two: you have to leave a hickey and charm it to spell your name, number three: you have to date her for a month before breaking up, and number four: no girls in between. Breaking the third and fourth rules mean you instantly lose," Prongs replied, and I groaned inwardly.
"Fine, I'm in. As Peter is our witness, I will win this bet," I said, plastering a grin on my face. We shook on it, and Wormtail and I went up to the dorm, while he stayed in the common room.
"Remus! Where are you?" I called. He appeared from the dormitory, looking anxious, almost excited.
"So? Did he agree??" Moony asked, jumping around like a little girl.
"Yes, he did agree. But I made a few mistakes, I couldn't help it. I said he had to give her a hickey and charm it to say his name," I groaned, putting my head in my hands.
"Hey, don't worry. It'll all work out," he reassured me. I nodded, taking deep breathes.
"You're right, Moons. It will work out. They're practically made for each other. That's why I'm worried," I answered.
"Hey, what you guys talking about?" Sirius asked, coming down from the dorm. I faked a smile.
"The bet. I've explained the rules to Moons, and he's going to referee," I lied smoothly. He nodded, grinning.
"Come on, we have to go to the next lesson, free period is over," Remus said, and we reluctantly grabbed our things and left the comfortable common room to go to class.
~a week later~
“Hey, Remus? What is up with Black and Potter? They're acting really strange," I said, pulling him aside while we waited outside the Transfiguration classroom.
"Stranger than normal?" he asked, frowning.
"Yes! They've been flirting with me, insisting on opening doors and pulling out chairs for me. Always helping me carry my books, and generally just keeping me company. It's not normal for them!" I exclaimed. Remus looked thoughtful before coming up with the strangest conclusion.
"Maybe they genuinely like you," he suggested. My eyes widened with disbelief.
"What are you smoking? Because, one, I want some, and two, it is impossible for them to 'like' me. Potter has a thing for Lily Evans, and Black has a pick of any girl here... out of the ones he hasn't slept with. And I wouldn't want my first time with an obnoxious idiot like them," I said, before slapping my hand over my mouth. Remus looked at me cryptically.
"Hmm, so you're less like Sirius than I thought," he muttered, but I chose to ignore it. We started filing into the final class of the day, and I was about to take my usual seat next to Rita, when Pettigrew took my place.
"S-sorry Pitch. I invited him to sit next to me today," Rita explained hurriedly, a pink tinge spreading across her cheeks. I shrugged and looked around for an empty seat. Murphy's Law, the only one was next to Black. I reluctantly sat in the empty spot.
"Hello gorgeous," Black whispered, winking at me. I glared at him, before turning to listen to McGonagall, who was talking about the Halloween Dance.
"This year, Professor Dumbledore has decided to hold a more interesting Halloween Dance. There will be a Talent Competition, a Costume Contest, and a special midnight surprise. He also apologizes for the change of plans at such short notice," she said. Students started whispering excitedly, but my face fell. I had no talent, or a single decent costume, so what was I going to do?
"What are you going as?" Black asked me. I considered ignoring him, but decided against it.
"If I was going to tell anyone, Black, I certainly wouldn't tell an arrogant toe-rag such as yourself. You would probably stalk me the whole time if you knew," I replied coolly. Transfiguration slowly drained my energy, and by the time it was over, I was nodding off on my desk.
"Miss Pitch, would you be so kind as to remove yourself from my classroom? I have papers to grade," McGonagall said, sounding irritable.
"Sorry Professor," I apologised, before grabbing my bag and leaving. Ten days. I had ten fucking days to find a talent. The only talent I had was Quidditch, and I'm sure it won't count.
"Hey, Pitch! Need help with your books?" Potter asked, him and Black appearing at either side of me. I stopped abruptly.
"I do not need your help. I am perfectly capable of helping myself. So could you please… LEAVE ME ALONE!" I said, yelling the last part and resuming my walk away from the dumbstruck idiots. I need to find a talent, and fast.