Love Stories

Jason and Gretchen

DRAFT OF THEIR STORY CAUSE I LOVE JASON AND HE DESERVES COMTENT

Gretchen was sobbing.

It wasn't completely uncommon. She was a rather emotional girl. She hated it. Gretchen sniffled and wiped away her tears.

It was humiliating enough that she was Tom Riddle's sloppy second, then he couldn't even get it up for her.

Gretchen was sitting on the floor and she pulled her knees to her chest, trying to hide herself further into the shadows of the dark corridor,

She felt so humiliated. How could she have been so fucking stupid?

"Hello?" Came a jaunty Irish voice, and she wiped away her tears determinately, Jason Finnigan was someone she did not want making fun of her right now,

She couldn't suppress all her sniffles and the boy continued to follow the sound,

"Is this my personal poltergeist? I've always wanted to have one," he said, a grin mounting on his face as he scanned the hall for a ghostly figure, but instead he stopped in front of Gretchen, "Your far too pretty to be a poltergeist, I'd be disappointed but it's not all that possible considering you have very pretty eyes,"

Gretchen lifted her head and narrowed her eyes at him,

"You couldn't see my eyes." She said pointedly,

"Leap of faith. The Irish like to gamble you know." Said Jason, "And I was right, so, um, yeah." He said a little taken aback by just how pretty he found her eyes,

Gretchen allowed a dry laugh to leave her, wiping away the last of her tears,

"Could you leave please," said Gretchen, "I'm sort of not okay right now,"

"Maybe I could help you feel better," said Jason, sitting down against the wall next to her,

"Are you seriously hitting on me right now?" Asked Gretchen, and Jason shook his head,

"No, I mean don't get me wrong, you are absolutely incredibly gorgeous, at all times of day that I've seen you, and I totally would if I had enough alcohol in me and I don't know if I was a Gryffindor and was brave. I just don't like seeing you sad." Said Jason,

"When have you seen me sad?" Asked Gretchen, furrowing her eyebrows,

"Just now. And I have to say, not a fan." Said Jason, a hand to his heart,

Gretchen's laugh warmed considerably, and she wiped away her smudged mascara,

"You want to talk about it?" Asked Jason, and Gretchen looked at him for a while, before looking in front of her,

"It's so humiliating." She grumbled,

"I have a butterfly tramp stamp," said Jason,

"You have a what?"

"A tattoo on my lower back. It's a butterfly." Said Jason, and Gretchen laughed again, "Don't laugh, it's like the thing is flunking out of my arse,"

Gretchen laughed harder, sniffling and leaning against the wall,

"Riddle asked me out," she said, "And we wound up in the heads common room, you know,"

"The devils tango,"

"We were snogging and then Marigold comes down from her room. And she is so infuriating, I hate that I can't hate her," said Gretchen with a huff, "Told me I was pretty, wished me luck, and complimented my lipstick,"

"What a bitch," said Jason,

"You're like friends with her arent you?" Asked Gretchen,

Gretchen was truthfully one of the greatest beauties England had to offer. Dark hair surrounded deeply tanned skin, rosy cheeks, and she had bright blue eyes.