“Cinderella married the prince and lived happily ever after. And so did Jaq, Gus, and all of Cinderella’s animal friends.” I closed the book, the sound being the only one to fill the room. Then everything was quiet. I gently put the book on my nightstand and smiled when I looked at Cameron.
He watched me through narrowed eyes, leaned back on the bed with an arm behind his head. The other rested peacefully on his chest. When our eyes met, he smiled softly and I chuckled, scooting closer to him.
“I still can’t believe you’ve never heard the story of Cinderella.” I said softly. I brought my hand to his hair, threading my fingers into it. Cameron grabbed around my wrist gently and brought it to his lips, planting a kiss on the daffodil flower that was inked on my skin.
“It’s a muggle story, isn’t it?”
“Well–” I nodded. “... yes. Why does that mean anything? I’ve got loads of muggle books. Some of them are good.”
“Some of them are weird.” he corrected me, raising his eyebrows at me. I laughed, shaking my head at him. He let go of my wrist and grasped onto my jaw instead as he propped himself up on his elbow. “Muggle animals don’t talk.”
I rolled my eyes at him and let him pull me in for a short kiss. I wrapped an arm around his neck as I threw a leg over him, straddling his waist.
“It’s just a fairy tale.” I told him. “You don’t have to get too deep in the details.”
Cameron’s hands grabbed handfuls of flesh on the back of my thighs and I inhaled sharply as he pulled me closer against him. I pressed my hands flat against his chest, watching his green eyes as they sparkles slightly in the light from my fairy lights.
He was a very touchy person but we had actually never slept together. We had done intimate stuff but I wasn’t ready to lose my virginity completely and he respected that.
I know he really wants to have sex but he never tries to push it, a few times he may have asked an extra time but he was a good guy and never put any kind of pressure on me.
Cameron and I have been dating for only four months. Before that, we weren’t exactly friends. We knew each other but we didn’t really talk. You see, he’s friends with one of my friends named Cedric Diggory, so through Ced, I slowly got to know Cam when he then suddenly asked me out on a date.
Cam’s full name is Cameron Theo Ironwood. He’s an only child so he can act quite spoiled at times. He’s simply used to getting everything he wants, everything he wishes for. His dad’s name is Felix Ironwood and his mum is Goldie Ironwood. Both are in their thirties and met in school. They both work for the ministry and they’re quite nice to me. I’ve only met them a couple of times but Cam says they like me.
My name is Allie Ruby Emmalyn Silverberry and unlike Cam, I’ve got sibling. I’ve actually got three. My older brother is a year older than me — well, nine months, actually. His name is William. One of my sisters is named Eleanor. She’s four years younger than me, and then there’s Charlotte, she’s eleven.
Our parents’ names are Augustus and Magdalena Silverberry. Mum is British but dad’s an American. He went to Ilvermorny when he was at school and he met mum when she traveled the world after Hogwarts. They decided to settle down in London and had William when dad was twenty-four and mum was twenty-three.
William was sorted into Gryffindor but I was sorted into Ravenclaw just like mum. Eleanor was sorted into Ravenclaw as well and Charlotte will be starting this year so we don’t know her house yet.
When I was eleven and started Hogwarts, I met my best friend. We were sorted in the same house and met in the common room the same night after the feast.
His name is Marcus Pablo Partridge but he’s called Marco for short — son of Silas and Rosalind Partridge. He’s the oldest of three sons, his younger brothers being his twin Timothy and his soon-to-be nine year old brother Robin.
Marco is a half-blood, his mother being a muggle and his father a wizard.
I’m a Pureblood. I’m not one of those Pureblood families who are completely pure but both of my parents are Pureblood so that makes me Pureblood as well.
Cameron is half-blood like Marcus. Though his parents are both wizards. His father is a muggle-born and his mother is a half-blood.
“We can’t do this right now.” I smiled at Cam when his hands groped my ass, sliding under the material of my shorts. “We should get changed. We can’t be late.”
The 422nd Quidditch World Cup final is today. Ireland and Bulgaria are playing against each other and my family has got a tent at the location so we have somewhere to spend the day.
Cam has been invited by my father which is a big thing. Being liked by my parents, especially my father is almost like a victory.
My family is one of the most respectable families in the wizarding world. Sure, we don’t have the longest line of Pureblood but my father has worked hard to get respect from the wizarding world. He’s one of the higher ranked Aurors there is and my mother is a well-known author. She’s written a lot of the Hogwarts school books for sixth year and seventh year students.
Back to my point — my father likes Cam. I guess mum do too, but she hasn’t said much about it. She said he’s ‘okay’ so I’ll take that as a yes.
“Do you really think they’ll would care if we came just five minutes later than scheduled?” He asked as I crawled off of him and then got off the bed.
“Oh, five minutes, huh?” I raised my eyebrows and laughed as I made my way to my walk-in-closet. “You’re giving yourself way too much credit, Cam.”
I heard him gasp dramatically and I just knew he had a hand over his heart right now.
Cameron followed me into my closet like a lost puppy. He’d never been in here so the first thing he did when I turned on the lights, was to walk over to the island in the middle to open one of the drawers in it.
“What’s this?” he asked. “Necklaces?”
“No, socks.” I deadpanned. Cameron looked at me and I sent him and unimpressed glance. He closed the drawer again, then turned around and leaned his back to the island. He glued his eyes to me, watching my every move as I walked around the room to get myself dressed in something other than casual shorts and a hoodie.
“I’ve never worn them.” I told him, pointing towards the drawer. “Dad bought them for me over the years but I don’t like wearing them. They’re too expensive and too shiny. Plus, they’d just get stolen.”
I got dressed in a pair of denim shorts and a black t-shirt with a print of a the band called ‘weird sisters’ on the front of it. I tucked the t-shirt into the front of my shorts and located my hairbrush so I could brush through my hair that had gotten quite messy from lying on the bed with Cameron for a couple of hours.
“How much would you say they cost?” Cameron asked, earning my full attention. “In case I’d buy one for my mum for Mother’s Day.”
I smiled at the sweet gesture before I shrugged. I walked over and gently moved him out of the way so I could open the drawer. I took out the most expensive necklace and put it on the surface of the small island. The necklace was made out of yellow gold and diamonds. It was princess flowers and it sat around your neck. It wasn’t one of those necklaces that dangled over your chest or anything. It was way too fancy and formal for me.
“This one was twelve thousand British pounds.” I told Cam. “Dad bought it in Argentina when he was there last year but I don’t know how much it is in peso.”
“Twelve thousand?” Cam asked. “How much is that in galleons?”
“About two-thousand and five-hundred, I think.” I shrugged and put the necklace back down in it’s drawer. “I told you it was expensive. That’s why I don’t wear it. It’s also really heavy and that one time I tried it on, it felt like it was choking me.”
Cameron hummed in response and a smile spread on his face as I placed myself in front of him. I placed my hands on the island on either side of him and looked up at him with puppy eyes.
“I’m happy you decided to spend the summer with me.” I said. “And I’m happy that my family likes you.”
“Yeah?” He grinned. He twirled a strand of my hair around his finger before locking it behind my ear. “I’m happy they like me too, though I’m not so sure your mum does.”
“She’ll come around.” I told him. “Are you ready to go? We’re meeting Marco and Cedric there.”
At the mention of my friends, Cameron sighed and rolled his eye. I took a step back, folding my arms over my chest.
“What was that?” I asked. “You’ve got a problem with my friends?”
“I haven’t got a problem with your friends, no.” He shook his head. “I just think they’re a little much sometimes.”
I scoffed in response and turned on my heel, walking back into my bedroom.
“Oh c’mon, baby.” Cameron sighed and followed me into my room. “I don’t mean anything bad by it.”
“They’re my friends, Cameron.” I told him, pulling one of his shirts out of his bag to throw it at him. “And they’re not a little much sometimes. They’re fun.”
When Cam didn’t respond, I turned and watched him pull on his shirt before he simply folded his arms over his chest, staring at me with a blank expression.
“Are you actually jealous right now?”
“Who said anything about being jealous?” he shrugged, biting his cheeks as he looked away. I walked over to him and gently shoved him to make him look at me.
“Get over yourself, asshole.” I told him. “Let’s just go. They’ll be waiting for us.”
Cameron looked back down at me and hiss expression softened as he placed a hand on my hip to pull me closer to me. He then wrapped both arms around my waist while I moved my hands up to press against his chest.
“Where will we be staying? You don’t have a tent.”
“Marco has borrowed a tent from his parents.” I shrugged slightly. “It’ll be fun. I promise.”