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Format: Novella
Chapters: 2
Word Count: 5,533
Status: WIP
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Mild Language, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Contains Slash (Same-Sex Pairing)
Genres: General, Humor, Romance
Characters: Cho, Scorpius, Albus, James (II), Lily (II), Rose, OC, OtherCanon
Pairings: Other Pairing, OC/OC
First Published: 04/29/2012
Last Chapter: 06/19/2012
Last Updated: 06/19/2012
Summary:
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I thought I could trust him. Then he betrays me starts to date one of my roommates. Everything's just a-okay, that is if you like being called names in the hallway and secretly by teachers. One boy even tried to pay me two galleons to sleep with him. So after all of this, I guess I know who I'm supposed to be with... right?
(A sadly one-sided) Albus/OC (unless Lorcan can force his way in...)
Chapter 1: Wonderful
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Hello there! Thank you for stumbling upon this story that might be a big disappointment for you! I hope you have a ‘wonderfully disgusting’ (see what I did there) time looking through this piece of failure. But let’s not be pessimistic about things, and try to get through this chapter at the least. I love you all for reading this and I hope you like it. It took some time to type since I usually plan how the story starts and ends, but I think this is one of those stories I thought was good enough to actually publish. Enjoy!
“They say I use the word ‘wonderful’ too much.”
~Jung Liu
They say that time goes by quickly when you’re with the ones you love. Does that mean it can never slow down? And when you finally think you’ve found ‘the one’, what will happen if time drags on? You feel a grand sense of insecurity hiding behind you, peering out every second of the way. Nothing will feel different until you find that certain someone that ultimately stops time for you. Every second with them is stored into your memory, and stays there. Every minute is a highlight that will never be changed. Every hour is a day spent with them. Every day is a month. Every month is a year. This is what it all seems to be. But when you’re really in love, what they don’t tell you is that every year is a second.
I hate my life. Out of all things possible, this had to happen. I should have just bought a normal muggle book father would have given me. Confused? Then that means you too are an idiot. And where am I now? Stuck in a compartment with three idiots. Okay, so I wake up way too early, fall flat on my face in mud, get dirt in my eyes, nearly break my arm, and have a massive headache. Wonderful. I don’t know if it came from the stupidity surrounding me, or the incontrollable flu that was going around Ireland, but it felt as if someone was stabbing me uncontrollably with a knife toward my highly intelligent brain. My arms were crossed over my chest as I swirled my wand with boredom, thinking if a potion or a spell could fix it. Little sparks shot out while everyone else was panicking. That’s what you get when you mix four prefects from different houses. Who was to save us now? Me. The windows were shut and so were the doors. In fact, even our luggage was shut tight. Of course, everyone else was too panicky to even try to use a spell. This charm wasn’t even that hard to counter. So why didn’t I fix it? Because watching two boys and a girl screaming for their mum was too funny. I pointed my wand at the door.
“Alohomora.”
That certain unlocking spell was taught in our first year. I was surprised that the Ravenclaw didn’t care to remember it, with his mother being a professor and all. Then again, Professor Mohammad (she prefers Patil) did teach Divination. So much for being ‘far more intelligent than Slytherin’. Everyone ceased their screaming and glared at me. I just continued to stroke my Monster Book of Monsters. It was too cute, but how was I supposed to admit that? At least some people thought it was diabolical. And the thing is way better than a stupid winged bird or a pimply toad.
“Why didn’t you do that earlier?”
Ooh. I was so scared. I could almost feel my bladder exploding in fear as my spleen took its intangible heart rate. A Hufflepuff was questioning me.
“Oi! She’s talking to you.”
And why would I care? It’s funny though; I mess with any one of these kids, and I get detention. Each one has a professor for either a parent, or a relative. But it would give me great pleasure to just strangle one of them, and by great, I mean absolute. The bigheaded Gryffindor was looking at me. James Sirius Potter. Wonderful. My very annoying roommate Dhalia completely obsesses over him. Though, I can’t imagine why. She does have a thing for seventh years, and blokes with black hair, even if I hardly consider him a male. Let alone a human being. And all he does is stalk me when I hang out with his family. He has Fred to bother. Why me? He does all of this with a crooked grin that seems very trusting, but is more painful than one of my insults, and that’s saying something.
“Fine. I didn’t do ‘that’ earlier because it was too funny seeing you three whining like prissies.”
I knew them all too well. They were either prefects that weren’t doing their job properly, I would cut them some slack though since they were locked inside a compartment instead of patrolling the train, or star quidditch captains. But they weren’t the only ones. It’s sad really, how they don’t even try to win matches. Even if I was captain, Slytherin would have continually won the cup. And I’m a horrible player. After the last match, Potter and I had gotten into a very colorful and oral debate, still with a smile on his face, about how Slytherin does not cheat. He should have known that he can’t out-bitch a bitch with a happy thought in his head. Honestly, how does Al live with him? I’m okay with most of the Peasley’s, that’s right Rose, you piss me off too. Oh geez. Peasley. That sounds like something you would order from a fast food restaurant. And don’t get me started on ‘Wotter’. Disgusting.
Louis is the best friend anyone could have! I used to think he belonged to Slytherin, given his leadership skills, but I changed my mind when I found out he had gotten T’s for many of his subjects. Funny how he’s in Ravenclaw. It was hilarious how jealous I was when he started to tutor Al in Divination (the only class Louis was good at). Well, I did get the last laugh when Al got a 'P' for Poor. Sucker! I’d hate to admit it, but Lily’s a sweetheart. She often panders Slytherin and Hufflepuff with compliments when she commentates quidditch matches. Fred is… He pisses me off even more than James and Rose combined. Wait, is that even possible? I must be losing my mind. Albus? He’s my best friend. So what if he’s younger than me? You fall in love with a person, not their age... Friend-wise.
“I am not a prissy! And neither are they. Let’s just get out of here!”
Mohammad gestured toward the door that was now open. I gave a wry smile to him and nodded.
“Why? We haven’t even reached Hogwarts yet.”
Just one slap. I promise. It won’t even hurt. For long.
“Look, I know that we’ve set off on the wrong foot, but this is a great time to get to know each other.”
Why are Hufflepuffs so stupid? No offence Lily. Was Longbottom serious? Did she really want to risk an injury from me? I can pretty much guarantee you I’m not the first. I stared daggers into her eyes before gently snapping my book shut, and shoving it under my seat. My arms crossed over extremely tightly. Longbottom didn’t even care to look at me. She looked like she was zoning out, prancing around like a unicorn. I scrunched up my nose in disgust as Potter rolled his eyes playfully and sat down, parallel to me. Mohammad pinched the bridge of his nose. So now he gets it. I stood up, grabbing my things and made for the door. Longbottom gripped my arm. Man. That girl is strong. It felt like hot iron pressing down on my sweater. I hadn’t anytime to change into my robe when the three were pushed into my compartment.
“Wait. Let’s try to be reasonable here.”
“What’s there to be reasonable about Longbottom?”
I finally wriggled my way through.
“I know you two usually disagree with me, but don’t you think that we should part ways and pretend this whole thing never happened?”
The twit finally stepped back. Hallelujah. I started down the hall, looking for my actual friends, when I felt another hand grip me. Damnit. I didn’t even bother to turn around to know who it was.
“What the hell do you want? I am trying to get to my friends, and have some stupid peace! What is it that you could possibly want from me? Is it money? Will that drive you away? Just stay away from me Longbottom!”
I turned around to look her in the eye when I realized she was in fact a he. Biologically.
“Potter, let go of me. This is sexual abuse. I will call the… the…”
Is there some sort of wizarding authorities at Hogwarts?
“The…The…”
Now he was mocking me.
“The who? Who will you tell on? Now will you just calm down for a second?”
I started to laugh. This was too funny. Potter is trying to talk to me instead of looking at my big, fat, assity-arse? Wow. Right until he opened his mouth, I was hysterical. Clutching my stomach, I tried to breathe and wipe away tears forming in my eyes. I must have seemed crazy to him. If I were him, I would have thought so.
“You left this in the compartment.”
He held out a small-ish box with neat and trimmed green and silver wrapping on it. The lustrous silver shined brightly with light bouncing off of it. The forest green almost made me become entranced into the color. It didn’t seem familiar, and I knew it wasn’t mine.
“It doesn’t belong to me.”
Potter sighed again, and took a shaky breath. It was obvious that I was starting to piss him off. Yay me. He grabbed my shoulders and shook me as if I really had gone mental and looked me straight in the eye. It was rather amusing to see this, since he was about half a foot taller than me.
“I know it doesn’t, but how was I supposed to give you this without embarrassing myself?”
I narrowed my eyes at him and gently grasped the package.
“It’s from Al. I took it from him when he was having it wrapped.”
I shrugged his arms off and I started to go down the hall. I didn’t want to look back. Looking back would give the impression that I cared, and I didn’t. Right? Screw it. I looked back, and he was still standing there. He watched me like a hawk, wide-eyed and blankly. Not the best way to say goodbye to your brother’s best female mate. I glared at him, and all he did was give me an enthusiastic wave. I turned back to where I was originally headed, when I realized I had no idea where I was going. I heard footsteps heading down the hall from behind me. And like that, he was gone. That’s right, fear the Slytherin, fear the Slytherin… Ooh! Trolley!
“Two pumpkin pasties, please.”
“Some prefect you are! Where the hell were you? We had to cancel the whole entire meeting because of you. And the funny thing is, it wasn’t only you.”
My hands were behind my back, still holding the gift Al had gotten me. Now he was lecturing me. Wonderful how that turned out. My thumb stroked the side of the wrapping paper in an awkward fashion. My fingers were sticky and made a rather louder than expected screeching sound. My palms were always sweating. Sue me.
Albus reached out his hand, and I had no other choice than to give in. To others, I am a power-hungry and scary wolf. To Albus, I am a kind and loving puppy who is selfless in getting her way to help others. This was my punishment. If I didn’t give it to him, I’d lose my only friend. Wonderful. I dropped the box into his hand with a noticeable pout on my face. Looking up, I saw that he was still serious. Al almost never had a smile on his face, unlike the insufferable James. The two are polar opposites. One wanes while the other waxes. Oh my gosh. What is wrong with me today? I’m so disgusting. First Peasley and Wotter, now waning and waxing? Alice would be so proud of me. Gagging, but proud. He made his attempt of smiling which was a straight line pulled up to his nose with puffed cheeks. I wanted to laugh, but this clearly showed he cared, and I soaked it all in with pleasure, a real smile playing at my lips. He leaned in and I closed my eyes, hopeful.
“You have a piece of crud in your eye."
That’s when I felt yet another disturbance in the force, added to the disappointment in my heart.
“Oi! Alby! How’s life? I like pie!”
“Wonderful.”
I sighed very, very deeply. So deeply, that I thought it would beat the depth of the Mariana Trench.
“They say I use the word ‘wonderful’ too much.”
“That’s because you do.”
“I know. I never said I didn’t.”
Way to ruin a moment.
I knew it was Potter, or James, or whatever the damn twat prefers to be called. He was waving at us and I tightened my eyes even more shut, and made Al’s ‘smile’ face. At least he was staying where he was. And I spoke too soon. James skipped toward Al and ruffle his already messy, and curly, and dark, and wavy, and watermelon-smelling, and…wonderful hair. Al closed his eyes and let out a shaky puff of air just like James did on the train. I wonder if he were used to it already. Potter then sighed and put his hands with his pocket. His eyes widened as he glanced over at me. Now I know why he came over. That. Damn. Twat. Wonderful.
“Jung! Didn’t see you there? Top o’ the mornin’ to ya!”
What. A. Stereotype.
“First of all, I thought we discussed this on the train-“
“The train?”
Albus stepped back, looking appalled. This boy has got to get his mind out of the gutter. He knows me well enough to know I don’t feel one bit attracted to that specific Potter. I wanted to slap him and tell him to get lost, but he’s Al’s older brother. I’ve got to respect him for that. Even if he makes fun of the Irish. What’s next? Pretending to be drunk? Even if he has the same brain equivalency when he is intoxicated by alcohol. Stupidity often has the best of us, and in this case, it has the most of us. I blinked twice before pursing my lips and making a popping sound. James bobbed up and down on his heels, while Albus stared at the ground, slightly blushing. Wait, Albus Potter, blushing? Wow, this is one of those moments when you need both a camera to take a picture of something you’d rarely see in life, and a club to whack that significant person’s brother with. Wait, so Al is embarrased by his brother? I'm so using that against him. Unless he's in one of his 'pissy-offy' moods. A whole lot of fun that is.
“Well!”
The two boys flinched at my sudden outburst.
“It was nice seeing you James, before you oh so rudely interrupted us, but we’ve got to get going. All of the other Slytherins have gone to see the kids from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Good riddance, and have a wonderful evening.”
I bowed and swept my hand in front of my stomach before dragging Albus away in an attempt to escape the evil clutches of the way too optimistic James Potter II. I stopped mid-way through the platform, just to see if James would be waving and smiling his usual goofy way. Albus yanked his arm out and pushed my side away. I barely noticed, and just looked at James. He was standing there with his hands still in his pockets, and looking a bit depressed. I felt a little bit- No! No! No! I am the fearless Slytherin Jung Liu! I do not care for stalkers, especially those older than I, and do not shed pity on people. The only people I should care about are my friends and family. Except for my uptight grandmother who insisted on my mum marrying a wizard. Other than the old bag, I love family and friends. And yes, Al and the Weasley-Potters (hey that sounds way better than… the-portmanteau-that-shall-not-be-read-about) count. Except for Fred and James. If their heads were on fire, and I had the last cup of water left on earth, I would drink it up instead of giving to charity like I know a decent person should. I’m actually dreaming about the day they forget the Aguamenti Charm and Louis will agree to set their hair on fire to me. If I can’t get to Louis, then Hugo will do whatever I tell him to do. My little servant. The kid is practically in love with me.
I then thought of the gift. If I had only known that I would get it back. If only I knew that it wasn't from Al. If only I knew it would get me into a shitload of trouble.
This predicament is wonderfully disgusting.
Next time on ‘Wonderfully Disgusting’
When you’re jealous of someone, and you meet them, you think ‘Oh, she’s not so bad!’ Then you actually talk to them, and you regret everything in the first place. It’s worse when the person you love is captivated by them. You want to scream, you want to yell, you want to punch someone in the stomach. But what good will that do (other than disturbing many of the others around you)? Nothing. Emotional pain is the worst. If jealously was a physical and real pain that you could feel, would you die from the rawness the eats you up and tears your soul and being apart? If you could live with the real and constantly inflicting pain, you’re not jealous, hurt, or most importantly, in love. And that’s when you feel the sharpness surging through you. That’s when you know your feelings toward the one you love. You are captivated.
A/N: I love you all so much for getting through to the end and caring about the story enough to read the preview! Ah! I’m so excited! Yet, I keep going through multiple edits on this one chapter... That's how much I care about it!
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