I can’t remember the last time I was this nervous before going out with Dean. We’re going out to a nice dinner tonight, his suggestion. He hardly ever suggests we go out, especially somewhere nice. I think he likes to go out as much as the next bloke, but that isn’t saying much. While this is unusual, it isn’t what has me nervous.
This afternoon I came home from work to try and surprise Dean for lunch. He wasn’t in his flat, though. Being the nosey girlfriend that I am, I let myself in. I was shocked to see his flat completely cluttered with maps of Greece, notes about the last Horcrux, and his dad’s notebook. At first I was angry that he didn’t ask my help, but since then I’ve grown more concerned that he hasn’t told me that he was working on the Greece Horcrux. I’ve tried to convince myself that its just because I’ve been busy at work, but I’ve had a nagging feeling in the back of my mind ever since.
Now all I’ve got to do is sit here and wait for Dean to arrive for dinner. I know he’ll be late. Of course, I’m ready ten minutes early and can barely manage to sit still for all my nerves. I’m sure he just didn’t tell me … it means nothing.It doesn’t mean he’s going to dump you!
I’m startled from my thoughts by the door opening.
“Hello!” Dean calls as he walks into my living room. I don’t bother to get up, so he kisses the top of my head on his way into the kitchen. “I’m starving.”
“Don’t eat anything, we’re on our way out!” I scold, finally jumping up from the couch.
“You didn’t look ready so I was going to get something to tide me over,” he shrugs, leaning against the doorframe. He frowns and examines my face. “What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t mean to intrude, but I went to your flat today to invite you to lunch and you weren’t there,” I begin slowly, wringing my hands. I can’t stand to look him in the eye. His lips form a silent ‘oh’ and he swears under his breath. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to go through your things, but why didn’t you tell me you were looking into Greece?”
“I haven’t been really looking into it, just looking through my dad’s stuff again,” he mumbles, pushing past me and sitting down on the couch. “No big deal.” He pats the place next to him on the couch and grins.
The grin is genuine and it takes a weight off my chest, but the look in his eyes worries me. I sit down beside him and rest my head on his shoulder. “So if you were going to Greece, you would tell me, right?”
“Do you think that I wouldn’t?” he quickly replies. I can feel his body stiffen momentarily before he reaches for my hand. I pull my hand away and lean away from him.
“You would tell me, right?” I repeat, trying to read his face for a better reaction. “You would tell me so I could help you, so I could go with you.”
“We should talk about this later,” he mumbles, looking towards the door. “We should go, we don’t want to miss our reservations.
“You weren’t going to tell me!” I exclaim, slapping his arm. “You were going to run off without me!”
“It’s not like that,” he begins before I cut him off.
“I’m sorry that I’m not the best fighter in the world, but I didn’t know I was such a burden to you!”
Dean winces before I storm out of the living room and into my bedroom, slamming the door behind me. I lock the door before throwing myself into my desk chair. I pound my fist against my desk and curse under my breath. It isn’t a minute before I can hear him knocking on the door.
“Padma, it isn’t like that,” he sighs. “Just come out here so we can talk.”
“So now you want to talk!” I yell back. “Funny how that works. Normally you enjoy keeping your secrets more than you do talking.”
There’s a loud thud which I assume is his head hitting the door. “That’s not fair.”
“You’re right, it isn’t fair, but it is extremely accurate,” I retort.
“You’re impossible!” he exclaims.
I jump up from my chair and swing open the door, causing Dean to stumble into my bedroom. “Me? I’m impossible? I can’t be any worse than someone who runs away from all of their problems.” His face drops and he stares at me. “That’s right, Pug told me all about how you ran away from Australia when Zara died.”
“That’s low, Padma,” he says quietly, but I can see the rage building up behind his eyes.
I don’t reply, but turn my back to him.
“Don’t talk about things you don’t understand,” he says, a little louder. “And are you so quick to forget about when you ran away to India?” By now the anger in his voice is clear and I spin around.
“I’m trying to change! It’s obvious you haven’t!”
“And you gathered all of that from some notes and maps lying around my flat? Which you broke into, by the way,” he snarls.
“I wouldn’t be making assumptions about your life if you’d tell me things,” I reply, shoving him backwards. “But no, you insist that I’m incompetent and keep me in the dark!”
He throws his hands up in the air. “I never said that!”
“Then why didn’t you tell me about Greece?”
“Because I knew you’d insist on coming!”
“Why would that be so bad?”
“Because I love you!” he blurts out. His face turns red and suddenly I’m glued to my spot on the floor. Every other thought in my head disappears and all I can see is Dean, standing in my bedroom, staring at me. My Dean, who loves me.