Normal? That's Weird... by Bookworm045

Chapter 1: A Typical Morning
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A Typical Morning

It all started when I, Rose Weasley, “accidently” sent a pimple hex towards Malfoy.

That was it!

Just one tiny HARMLESS hex!

Sure it was charmed to last a week, but really, that’s not that bad.

Well, anyway, according to him, that hex meant war.

WAR!

Six years of duels, pranks, taunts, bets and dares. AND QUIDDITCH MATCHES.

His move for a while was to just mimic me.

So I got the pimple hex the next week. (I probably would have gotten it sooner, but my cousin Al, also a Slytherin, said Malfoy was hiding out.)

Oh yeah, did I mention that ALBUS POTTER is a Slytherin?! Well he is, and when that hat announced, “SLYTHERIN” he hesitated for just a second, then carried himself proudly to the Slytherin table and sat himself right next to SCORPIUS MALFOY! That boy is nuts. They became instant friends, almost brothers.

Well Al being best mates with Malfoy, is a problem, because Al is also best mates with me. (he sooo likes me better) We are like two peas in a pod, and do everything together, when we aren’t separated by the houses. That is also a huge problem because he and Malfoy do everything together. Which means that we are together, like ALL THE TIME.

Not Al’s best move.

In the first year, I was in detention about twice a week. Malfoy too. Al was in it about 3 times a month for “getting involved in our shenanigans”. We usually shared detention with my cousins, James who liked to help me “terrorize the other Slytherins”, he won’t help me with Malfoy, ‘cause, and I quote, “Sorry Red, that’s your war.”

MY WAR?!  James suffered a few “good-hearted pranks” that week.

Well, after I got tired of Malfoy copying my moves, I got more “sophisticated”. I asked my Aunt Ginny, Uncle Harry, mum (Hermione Granger) and dad (Ron Weasley) for help with complicated spells and charms. I even went to Uncle George for advice, materials and ideas. I spent all summer practicing. Luckily, I lived in a house full of wizard activity, making it impossible to trace me, or I would have been in a LOT of trouble with the M.O.M.



“ROSE GET UP NOW!!!” my mother screeched.

It was September 1st and time to start my first day of my sixth year at Hogwarts. My mum wasn’t surprised though, “With all those detentions, it’s a wonder you even made it all the way to sixth year!” I mean, I was smart, but the detentions probably did set me back a bit…

“I’m coming mum!” I called back.

I rolled out of bed, and went to take a shower. After my shower, I dried my hair with a drying charm, and put a “Super-Hold” charm on it. I have naturally bushy hair, like my mum, but it is redder, (kinda maroon-ish) like my dad’s. So I basically got a red bush on my head. Nice. This explains the “Super-Hold” charm. I quickly got dressed and shoved my trunk out my door. I did a nice slide charm on the staircase so I wouldn’t have to haul it down three flights of stairs. Then I sat down at the top of staircase and followed my trunk all the way down.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” I screamed.

“AAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGG!!!” Hugo yelled.

Oops.

Hugo seems to have walked out of his room, and down the slide-case. I repeat, oops.

“Sorry Hugh!!”

“Bloody hell, Red!” He yells.

Isn’t he a bowl of sunshine in the mornings?

Finally, I reach the bottom of the staircase, and crash into a heap on top of my trunk. 

Hugo then lands on top of me.

“Uuuuhhh….” I groan.

He laughs.

HE LAUGHS!

So I laugh too.

We are both laughing at the foot of the stair case, with me on my trunk, and him on me.

He finally clambers off of me, and I get up.

“Sorry, Hugh,” I say again.

“No worries, Red.”

We stumble into the kitchen and say good morning to mum, leaving my stuff at the foot of the stair case.

“Good morning dears, do you want some breakfast?” she asks.

“YUM!” we both say and sit down at the table.

While we are chewing on mum’s pancakes, we hear a very loud,

“AAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!”Oops.

It seems that I forgot to change the staircase back.

We rush into the living room just as my dad lands in a heap on my trunks.

“UUUUGGG…..” He groans and Hugo laughs.

I laugh too, and finally dad can’t take it anymore and laughs with us. Mum is standing next to us, smiling.

“So what’s for breakfast?” dad asks as he picks himself up off of my stuff.




“Hurry!” my mum calls.

We are finally at King’s Cross Station, and we are late. As usual.

"HURRY! Hugo, you first! Quickly now, go on!” says mum.

As Hugo passes through the barrier, I follow suit. I jog toward the seemingly solid wall, and just as I’m about to hit it, I close my eyes. I reopen them when I hear the Hogwarts express, and smell the smoke. Behind me, my parents appear from the barrier, and we all set off to find the Potters.

“RED!” James, Dom, Roxie, Hugo, and Lily call in unison. I rolled my eyes at the stupid nickname. When we were really small, Jamie and Al had a burst of institution, and realized my name and my hair were both red, thus giving me the stupid nickname.

It stuck. EVERYONE liked it, and EVERYONE uses it.
They sprint towards me and plant themselves to a full stop in front of me. Looking at me with a slightly hopeful expression.

“Hey Red, you’re looking really pretty today,” said Dom.

“Yah, that top really brings out your eyes,” added James and Fred.

“And your shoes are gorgeous!” supplied Hugo and Louis.

"Your hair looks so cute like that!” finished Lily and Roxie.

I rolled my eyes.

“Okay, when did you four turn into girls?” I asked James, Fred, Louis and Hugo.

We aren’t girls!” they cried loudly and indignantly, causing several heads to turn.

“Geez, could you guys have shouted that any louder? … Don’t try,” I added as I saw their mouths begin to open, “So, what do you two want?”

“What, we can’t compliment you without wanting something?” James asked in a would-be innocent voice.

“No.”

“Anyway, we were wondering if you could join our group in wrecking havoc with the Slytherins?” Dom asked.

“Why?”

“We are not saying that!” James and Fred cried.

“Saying what Jamie, Freddie?” I asked sweetly.

“You know.”

“Are you sure you really need me, you could ask Molly you know….”

Molly was one of Uncle Percy’s daughters. She was a HORROR! She was a stickler for the rules. I mean, I was a prefect, but I still broke the rules. A LOT. Uncle Harry always said that I’d end up being like Remus Lupin. Anyway.

“FINE!”

Both of you, hop to it,” I said in a victorious voice.

"Red Weasley is just as good as wrecking havoc as we are, and…” they started.

“And what?” I asked, clearly enjoying this.

“AND WE WOULD BE HONORED TO HAVE HER IN OUR GROUP TO HELP US!!” James and Fred finished, clearly pissed.

“Don’t call me Red. Now that wasn’t so bad, now was it? Though, you did shout that loud enough for the whole of the station to hear you, so it won’t be a surprise to anyone…”

“Shove off Red,” James muttered.

“Kay, guys, what is our first official prank, cause I have an idea, but we should discuss this later,” I lowered my voice as Albus and Malfoy were nearing us.

“Seeya!” Louis, Lily, and Hugo called loudly.

"Good luck!" Dom and Roxie.

“Weasley,” a cold voice drawled.

"Malfoy,” I mimicked.

“COMING, DAD!” James and Fred shouted, clearly trying to escape the tension.

"ALBY!” I squealed, jumping and wrapping my arms around him.

“RED!” He mocked me, completing the hug, “Don’t call me Alby,” he finished as he saw Malfoy snickering at him.

“Don’t call me Red,” I countered.

He sighed.

“So I hear you are now part of the wrecking havoc group of Hogwarts. Taking on the double roll?” He said, “Does that mean you won’t have time to cause trouble with Scorpius?” He asked almost sounding hopeful.

"Of course not, Alby, I still have time to annoy that git, AND wreck havoc, AND still get the highest marks in the class!” I said completely ignoring Malfoy as he stood next to me and Al. I added the top-of-the-class part to piss him off.

Realizing I was still in his arms, Al let go just as I did, causing me to fall flat on the ground.

Malfoy started to snicker, but immediately stopped when I glared at him. I had a special ‘death glare’ that I loved to use on him. My family, when they are unfortunate enough to earn it, are terrified of it.

Albus, being the polite one, offered me his hand, which I grabbed, and pulled me up.

“Thanks, Alby.”

“OI!” He started, but then quickly changed and asked, “So what is this so-called plan that you and the ‘Dream Team’, weird name by the way, are up to?”

“One, you can’t really blame me for the name, James and Fred, being the oldest came up with it, and because I was only a ‘part-time member’ as James liked to call me, I didn’t really have a choice. Not that the others did either…” I trailed off.

“But like I would tell you about my plan! But I will warn you, I will give you guys a break and the Ravenclaws will be the targets tonight.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell us if we aren’t even the targets?” Al asked. God, he is thick.

“I want it to be 100% entertaining, so you need not know ‘til tonight.”

“ ‘Kay. Seeya later!” He turned and left with Malfoy, leaving me shaking my head.



“Rose! Don’t forget to write!” mum shouted as the train started to move.

“ ‘Mione, she’ll be fine, she’ll write, she’ll win the house cup, she’ll win the Quidditch cup, she’ll get top marks, she’ll get into detention, and she’ll wreck havoc. Did I forget anything?” my dad tried to calm her. The last two things did not really help.

I smiled and said, “You forgot ‘she’ll break some bones in Quidditch, she’ll blow something up, she’ll get threatened with expulsion, and she’ll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat.”

"Oh right, that too,” my dad said, nodding.

“Bye mum, bye dad!” I called. 

"NO BOYS!" He called.

Shaking my head yet again. My family was so thick sometimes.

 I turned around, grabbed my trunk, shrunk it so I could easily carry it without killing somebody, and started to look for the ‘Dream Team’. I rolled my eyes just thinking about the name.

I peeked into every compartment, until I finally found them in the last one. I walked in, and closed the door. We all lounged on the seats talking nonsense, and eating Bertie Botts’ most disgusting looking beans. I was reading one of my new books, and listing to Hugo and Lily both argue about who was smarter and prettier. Seems a little pointless ‘cause Lily is obviously smarter, and she is a girl so she was prettier too. Wow, Hugh was stupid.

Dom and Roxie were arguing about who would snog the most boys by Christmas, James and Fred were planning pranks, and Louis was reading.

“How ‘bout you Red?” Dom asked me, “How many blokes do you think you can snog?”

 “I bet she’ll snog more than you two put together,” Lily answered for me.

I scowled, though it was probably true; I was called the ‘Kissing Bandit MOST WANTED Desirable #1’ (adding a bit of war humor) because that was a far as a guy had ever gotten with me, just a good snog. Every guy, minus my cousins and Malfoy, had tried to get me farther, and will most likely try again this year. Boy did my dad have a fit when he found out my nickname. I personally don’t really like it, but oh well.

"She probably will,” Roxie said agreeing with Lily.

“I think you’ll all tie, you almost always do, now can we talk about something else?” Louis said, looking up from his book. Louis was in his fifth year and almost as smart as I was. I have no idea where he got it from, but apparently Uncle Bill was really smart in school.

“I guess.” I answered while Roxie nodded.

Dom, Roxie and I started something of a group in fourth year. We were all ‘Kissing Bandits’ or the ‘Heart Breakers” . We always outshined most girls, because we wouldn’t let any guy take us farther than the snog. A lot of girls usually let the guy go all the way, hoping that he will keep her if she “beds” with him. They usually don’t. Guys are always interested in us, but we almost never kept them. Then last year, both Dom and Roxie got boyfriends who lasted for more than a week (usually the max time we had them), they both stayed in relationships for almost the whole year before ending it. Throughout that whole time, I didn’t begin a relationship with anyone and kept breaking hearts, which was why most people still called me the ‘Kissing Bandit’ when they stopped with Dom and Roxie. You get what you get.

“So you guys are going to break more hearts?” Lily asked. She was really interested in our ‘group’, but Al and James never let her join. Hugh would’ve been the same way with me, but I was older, and an excellent dueler.

I wondered briefly how they planned to keep her under control next year when she would be sixteen, beautiful, and alone. Probably bribe Hugo. I snorted.

“Yep!” we replied.

“So, what’s the plan to terrorize the Slytherins?” Hugo asked.

Everyone turned to me expectantly.

“I would love to tell you now, but I do have to go to the Prefect Meeting. I’ll tell you later!”

The meeting was hell. SOOO BORING. How can one girl and one boy be so boring in fifteen minutes?! Oh well. When I reached the compartment, I opened the door, and flung myself onto a seat.

“How was the meeting?” Dom asked.

“Hell.”

“Oi! Let’s hear that ‘brilliant’ plan of yours, Red, we’ve been waiting long enough!” James called.

“Yeah! Now’s not the time for relaxing, now’s the time for prank planning!” Fred added.

I gave them both my death glare, and smiled when they backed up. Sighing, I sat up and started.

“I was thinking something simple, but original.”

“Like what?” Lily asked, confused.

“I was getting to that, I was thinking we…” I started. Everyone leaned in closer to hear what I was saying. When I finished, I leaned back and smiled.

“That is perfect!” Lily and Hugo said together.

“Wonderful!” Louis said.

"So simple too, this is gonna be EASY!” Dom and Roxie finished.

James and Fred had their mouths open in awe. I felt proud.

I rolled my eyes. EVERYONE always has to comment; another "rule" of "The Dream Team"

“So who wants to play truth or dare?” I asked.

We all played truth or dare until the train stopped in Hogsmeade. I called it last.

“Dom, truth or dare?” I asked.

“Dare, of course!”

“Hmmm. I dare you… what do I dare you?” I thought for a moment, “Got it! Why don’t 
we make our arrival a little more interesting? Huh? What do you think? I dare you to give a lap dance to every Slytherin guy above fifth year!”

 “Are you kidding me? Piece of cake!” Dom declared, “But I call triple dare, you and Roxie are doin’ it with me!” She added grinning evilly.

“No problem!” We said, albeit a bit slowly.

“Should I call quad. dare? Just so Lily can join the fun?” I mussed.

“So should we let Lily join the fun?” I asked my fellow heart breakers, gesturing to my cousin who was looking at us with a pleading look on her face.

“Sure, why not?” Dom and Rox said.

“YES!” Lily cried.

"No Al!" Roxie called.

“Wait, it has to be official, otherwise, someone’ll stop her!” I said, “I call quad. dare, saying that lil’ Lily will be subjected to the dare previously said!”

“Well we have to get off of the train now,” Louis reminded us.

“Let’s go!”

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Chapter 2: The Start Of A New School Year
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                                               The Start of a New School Year

As we all got off the train, we heard the familiar cry of “Firs’ years, this way, please!!!” from Hagrid and Grawpy. All of us Wotter kids, minus Molly, ran up to them. 

“Hagrid!” The guys yelled.

“Grawpy!” The girls squealed.

“Hello Wotter family!” Hagrid exclaimed, “You all are getting so big! And look here, a new Weasley?” He said referring to Lucy, Molly’s little sister and her opposite in every possible way. 

“This is Lucy. She is Uncle Percy and Auntie Audrey’s youngest, Molly’s little sister, and opposite.” I offered.

“Well Lucy, you better come with me to the boats with the other first years, and YOU all better get heading to the carriages, I am NOT giving you a ride on the boats again!” He said, leading Lucy away.

We snickered and left, because we knew Hagrid meant it when he said he wouldn’t give us a ride on the boats. Albus walked up to Mal-git, who was waiting for him with a carriage and a group of sluts hovering behind. 

However, us other Wotters, namely, James, Fred, Me, Dom, Roxie, Louis, Lily, and Hugo, all crowded into the last carriage. It was a very tight fit. I ended up having to sit on James’ lap and Lily on Louis’, just so we all could fit. 

“So this plan, Red, are you gonna put it to action?” James asked me. I rolled my eyes.

“You do know I also go by ‘Rose’, don’t you?”

Fred mock-gasped at me. “You DO?! We honestly had no idea!”

I glared at him and whipped out my wand.

POP!

Roxie started laughing. In Fred’s place, there was a small, but very indignant, (if mice can be indignant) auburn-colored mouse. I quickly scooped him up, conjured up a jar, and put him in it.

“Do NOT mess with me.” I declared. Everyone else’s shock dissolved and they started laughing with Roxie and me.

“Wow Red, where did you learn that spell?” Lily asked.

“Uncle Harry taught it to me; he said Uncle Mad-Eye used it on Malfoy’s dad when old-Malfoy was in fourth year. From what your dad says, old-Malfoy was a ferret. 
Everyone’s supposed to be different.” I explained. Uncle Mad-Eye wasn’t really our uncle, but he was a member of the Order Of The Phoenix, and therefore considered our uncle.

“Wow.”

“Will you teach it to me?” They all asked.

“Later. I promise. We are at the school,” I said indicating to Hogwarts.

“ROR?”

“Duh.” I responded lazily.

We all clambered out of the carriage, James rubbing his legs, me holding Fred The Mouse. I slapped James on the back, hard, “C’mon, James, I don’t weigh that much! Only like a hundred pounds!”

“I’ve said it before, MANY times, and I’m saying it again. SHOVE OFF RED!” He muttered.

I waved my wand threateningly, “There is plenty of room for another mouse in this jar.” I warned.

“Ha, like you could do that spell again!” 

POP!

I quickly caught James The Mouse (who was red) before he splattered to the ground and dropped him in the jar. Lily started giggling. 

“I’ve said it before, MANY times, and I’m saying it again. DO NOT MESS WITH ME!” I mocked him.

He huffed when Freddie started a squeaking that sounded a lot like laughter.

“Who’re you laughing at, Freddie?” I asked, peering into the jar. He quickly pointed with his paw at James, who huffed again.

“Okay.” I put the jar into my bag.

“Red, I thought you said that everyone is supposed to be different?” Lily inquired.

“They’re supposed to, but if the personalities are the same, they will turn into the same animal.”

“That explains that,” Roxie said sarcastically.

We all started laughing when a very loud chattering started up from within my bag. I stopped, again, and took the jar out.

“Hey, you lot, shut up, before I decide to keep you like that ‘til tomorrow!!” I exclaimed.

They shut up.

As we walked into the Great Hall, a thought occurred to me.

“Hey Dom?”

“What’s up Red?”

“How ‘bout we do the dare tomorrow morning, cause I don’t really wanna do it after our, ahem, welcoming,”

“Sounds good to me. Psst. Roxie! Lils!” They looked over at her.

“We’re gonna do the dare tomorrow morning, cause Red and I don’t really wanna do it after our… How did you put it Red?” She looked at me.

I grinned, “Our welcoming.”

“Right. We don’t wanna do it after our welcoming.”

“Kay.” They said.

“My fellow Wotters, this is where we must part. I must bid you good-day. See you at ten,” I said dramatically. 

Dom rolled her eyes at me and Roxie waved as I made my way to the Ravenclaw table. I remember when I first got sorted; my mum had sent a letter congratulating me, telling me she always knew I was smart. My dad, however, had sent a letter telling me not to worry, and that while I may be a Ravenclaw by brains, I would ALWAYS be a Gryffindor by heart. It came with a tiny stuffed lion.

I sat down at my table with my friends, Olivia “Liv” Morgan, Megan Van Drake, Olivia “Via” Winters, Sam and Stephanie Longbottom, and Lorcan and Lysander Scamander. Liv was a muggle-born, who was a huge cross between me and Megs. She was quiet and sensitive, but would fight if you gave her the chance. She just didn’t explode. *cough, cough* She had auburn hair (browner than mine, but still red) and brown eyes. To tell you the truth, I think she was a LOT like Aunt Ginny. Megan was a witch whose family lived in Australia during the WW2 (that’s Wizarding War 2 not World War 2). She was quiet and reserved, and usually helped calm me down in one of my rages. She was the complete opposite of me, Via, and just about the whole Wotter family. She stayed calm, thought before she acted, and was nice to EVERYONE. She had long blonde hair, and violet eyes. Via was loud, blunt, and punched someone then figured out who the hell she punched. She had short black hair, usually in a bob-cut, and green eyes to match those of Al’s. A lot of people, me included, said she was the female Al in looks. She did like to play the guitar, and was also good at calming me down in said rages. Sam and Stephanie Longbottom were twins of, you guessed it, Professor Longbottom’s and Hannah Longbottom’s (`nee: Abbot). Steph had long curly light brown hair, and brown eyes to match. She was a lot like Megs, but she also had a party streak, it was just buried deep down, waiting for me and Via to dig it up. Sam had short dirty blond hair, and blue eyes. He was a lot like the Wotter male population. Over-protective of all females he was close to, blunt, and dumb. He was however, sensitive. Lor and Xander were also twins, but they were Aunt Luna’s and Uncle Rolf’s. They both had blonde hair that went to their shoulders, smokey grey-brown eyes, and tall lanky frames. They did not inherit the dreamy quality both of their parents possessed, but they were always calm. Dom currently hates Xander, and Lily is currently dating Lor. 
“Weasley, Lucy!” Uncle Neville called.

Lucy stepped up bravely to the stool, but I knew better, with closer inspection, I saw that her hands were shaking, and her lips were twitching. She was terrified. 

“GRYFINDOR!!” the hat yelled after just a moment of thought. I heard a distinctly loud grumble before the cheers could block it out. Molly wasn’t too happy about her sister not following in her footsteps. I looked over to her, farther down the table, and sure enough, I saw her fists balled.

Professor McGonagall stood up to remind us, mainly the Wotters, that the Forbidden Forest was, still in fact forbidden. 

“Dig in!!” She called.

As food appeared at the table, I remembered that Jamie and Freddie were still mice, trapped in a jar, in my bag. I stood up, grabbing my bag, and after telling my friends that I was just going to the restroom, I strutted out of the Hall. 

They started squeaking as I neared the girls’ lavatory. I took out the jar to find two very angry mice. I unscrewed the lid, and dumped them out in a wash basin. I quickly did the counter-curse, in place of the two mice, were my two cousins, looking very ruffled indeed. 

“Never turn us into mice again.” They said.

“Okay.”

I jumped on Jamie’s back. He put his arms around my legs, and carried me back to the Great Hall, Freddie on our right.

“Jamie, will you set off the prank?” I asked.

“Fine, I will set off the prank, but only if you declare that Fred and I are better at pranking than you are.”

“I’ll do that, but I will get you back,” I responded sweetly. I laughed as I felt a shudder run down his spine. He carried me back to my spot at the Ravenclaw table, much to the amusement to a lot of people. When he got there, he let go of my legs, causing me to fall flat on my bum, again.

“Oof!” I exclaimed.

He laughed, extending a hand to help me up. I grabbed it, rubbing my bum, and slipped into my seat. James stared at me, expecting a thank you, but when he didn’t get it, he shrugged, turned and walked away with Freddie.

I -finally- started eating, ignoring the questioning glances of my friends. Finally, Via asks, “Rosie, where did you go?”

“Oh, I went to the bathroom,” I answered, a look of complete innocence on my face. That, readers, is a deceiving expression; I am in no way innocent. Alas my friends know that.

“Rosie, cut the crap. Why did you come back with Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum?”

“Firstly, as a cousin of the Tweedles, I am supposed to defend them, however, those are two very similar names to their personalities. Second, Via, you don’t have to ask so harshly, I was getting to the riveting story. It will enthrall you. It will capture your interests and stay fixed in your brains forever!! Your lives may never be-“ 
I was rudely cut off by Via, “Red, seriously -and don’t pull that joke, the blokes’ dead- what’s up? And really, stop being a Drama Queen,”

I mock- gasped, “You don’t like it when I’m the all-mighty, Rose, Queen of Drama and Other Stupid Theatrics of the good and noble Hogwarts, the humble school of magic in which-,"

I was rudely interrupted. Again. Jeesh. This time it was by Sam, though, “Rosie, please, just tell us before she explodes.”

“Fine,” I huffed.

I told them the whole story, and by the end we were all laughing. I heard a splat, and looked up to see that Jamie, had, indeed set off the prank. I pointed with my chin, at the Slytherins, and my friends all looked over.

My idea had been brilliant!! The plates, had somehow decided that they wanted to have a food fight with the Slytherins. Seeing as the Slytherins didn’t have any food, I’d say they were losing. I searched for Al and Mal-git. Ha! I should sooo use that name!!! 

They were terrified!

The professors were trying desperately to stop the plates from throwing food. They did. Wait, what the hell?! Woooooooow, Jamie and Freddie really went the full way, the plates were now doing the Can-Can, holding up a banner that read, ‘Welcome back to Hogwarts!! With love from the Dream Team!’ then it went on to list all of our names under the love wish. Jamie and Freddie were so stupid! They just confirmed that we were the ones who did it!! UGH!

The plates finally went still, leaving very relieved Slytherins behind. 

“Well, normally, we would have to ask our suspects, but it seems that we will not have to do that this time. Would the ‘Dream Team’ please come to my office? Everyone else, head off to bed,” McGonagall said.

I groaned. I got six sympathetic half-smiles from my friends before they left. As I stood up to go meet with my cousins, I got clapped on the back, and some congratulations for finally officially joining the Dream Team. I smiled and pecked Josh McLaggen on the cheek. He was cute, brown hair that fell into his blue eyes. He grinned cheekily at me. I met up with my cousins at the door to the Entrance Hall, and Dom and Roxie gave me knowing looks. McGonagall walked up past us and we followed her up to her office.

Time to face the consequences. Joy. I sighed.

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Chapter 3: Punishments and Other Stuff
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“Phoenix,” McGonagall said to the statue that lead up to her office.

As we passed it, it smiled and said, “Detention already? You guys work fast!”

Lily, Dom, Roxie, and I gave it smiles, while James, Fred, Louis, and Hugo just nodded. It was quick, in essence. Prof. McG had to cut the feast short. I guess she was worried that the food fight would start again. I really have no idea whether it would or wouldn’t. Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum set it off, LEAVING OUR NAMES!!! More like Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber. I snorted. Fred and James looked at me questioningly, and I shook my head at them, snorting again. 

“Hello Wotters! How are you this evening?” came the happy, but knowing voice of Dumbledore.

“Hey Albus, we are as peachy as pears!” Jamie replied.

“Hi Professor Dumbledore, how are you?” I asked politely, shooting Jamie an Are-you-mental? look.

“I am well, but I suspect that that is not the reason all of you are here, Rosie,” He answered knowingly.

“Uhhhhh…” came Freddie’s brilliant save.

“Let’s cut to the chase. You can tell him your story, and you have a detention with me Tuesday and Wednesday night from 7:30 to 9:00PM,” said McGonagall slightly sternly.

“THANK YOU! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!!” came Lily’s excited response. She almost literally flew to “Aunt Minnie” as McGonagall was called during holidays. Minnie was Lily’s godmother. Lily hugged her, causing several of the portraits to chuckle along with Jamie, Freddie, and I. 

But really, two detentions is really good. 

“So children, are you ever going to tell me this, bound to be interesting, story, or leave me waiting in wonder?” asked Dumbledore. 

“Oh, we can tell you the story,” answered Louis.

“Well it started in the cabin on the Hogwarts Express,” Freddie started.

“It was Red’s idea,” inserted Jamie.

“Well what happened was I was talking with my muggle friend Anna, and she told me how, in her school, a bunch of boys started a food fight. And as you can imagine, it sounded awesome,” I added.

“So we thought if we could charm the plates on the Slytherin table to have a food fight with the Slytherins, who didn’t really have any food to fight with, it would result in some messy splats,” supplied Dom.

“It was really cool, though, because the house elves kept re-supplying the plates, so it was like never-ending ammo for them,” Hugo said thoughtfully.

“And since the Slytherins didn’t have any food to fight with -like Dom said- it was sorta just a one-way thing. They just kept getting food thrown into their faces over and over and over and over!” Rox said excitedly.

“I felt a teeny, tiny bit bad for Al, though…” Lily mussed. 

“Yeah…” We all agreed. Al being in Slytherin put him in target for most of our pranks, even if we did have fun teasing him about it.

“Oh well!” Lily said brightly.

“So that’s that. The end,” Louis finished.

“SPLAT!” Jamie and Freddie added together.

“Well then, it is getting late, you must be off to bed. Thank you for the wonderful story, I appreciate it,” Dumbledore said, yawning. 

“Oh and Rosie, please, please, try not to start any “arguments” with Mr Malfoy for about two days, if you can handle it, because, you need to finish these detentions before you get more…” Minnie said.

I smiled angelically. “Goodnight Aunt Minnie,” I said, “Goodnight Prof. Dumbledore and Prof. Snape.”

A chorus of goodnights followed as we left.

“Goodnight children” They replied

“Wotters?!” came Snape’s incredulous voice through the door.

As we reached the corridor, I said dramatically, “Again, this is where we must part, my fellow Wotters! I must bid you good-evening. I shall see you- OUCH!”

I was rudely interrupted by a kick in the shin from Fred.

POP!

I caught Fred The Mouse in the jar. Well, that’s that.

“As I was saying, I shall see you in about an hour,” I finished, glaring at Freddie.

He looked scared.

He should be.

We parted, me taking Freddie with me. As I walked to the Ravenclaw tower, I hummed, “Let It Be” by the Beatles, a muggle band from my grandparent’s time. Al was humming it earlier. Hmmmm… Gotta ask him about that… I reached the knocker, answered the question (“What will save us from another war?”) and sauntered in, swaying my hips. Roger McLaggen (Josh’s twin) came up to me and put his arm around my waist. I kissed him on the cheek and we walked to the couch where my friends were. 

“What’s-” Megan started, but I silenced her with a look. She nodded.

“Hi Roger,” Via simpered, trying, and failing, to sound like the blonde bimbos that were in his and his brother’s fan club. (Okay, there are 4 combined MAJOR fan clubs. 

One for Al and Mal-git, one for Hugh and Louis, one for Jamie and Freddie, and one for Roger and Josh. Then there were some smaller ones, like Sam’s and Lor and Xander’s.) I had to stifle a snort.

“How’s it going?” Liv continued, winking at me, Steph, and Megs.

“Yeah, what brings you here, with your arm around our Rosie’s waist?” Steph added, also trying to simper. 

“Well, uhhh…” He tried, but failed to answer them. All three of them batted their eyes at him. Sam was watching us, trying not to laugh/gag. I smiled coyly at McLaggen, and pulled his face in to kiss him.

We snogged, and I broke it off as soon as he started feeling me up. I smiled coyly at him again, hiding my rage, and gave him a little push. He got up, and swayed away, seeming drunk. I whispered, “Haris Colris,” another new spell I have invented, thus coloring his hair a kaleidoscope of pinks.

As soon as he got far enough, we all let out our laughter. I was mad though, and Megan knew that. She scooted closer to me, and started rubbing my arm, trying to calm me down. 

“Stupid man-whore!” I exclaimed, “He tried to feel me up!! Doesn’t he know the rules?!” 

I was close to yelling, and Megs, always one for distracting me, said, “Yes, he is out of line, but tell us, what happened to the ‘Dream Team’?”

“Yeah, Rosie, how much detention did you get?” Sam asked.

They all nodded. I let out my breath, knowing I was being distracted, but not exactly in the mood to go on a killing spree tonight, and answered, “We got off easy, as usual. Two detentions, an hour and a half long, Tuesday and Wednesday night, with Aunt Minnie. Then, she let us tell the story to Dumbledore and Snape. They liked it.”

“She always lets you off easy! All of the Wotters, and Longbottoms, and Bells, and Jordans, and everyone that she knows personally!” Megan said.

“I know, isn’t it great? AND I can go to try-outs on Friday!” I said excitedly.

“You know, Rosie, you don’t really have to try out…, I mean, you are the best seeker there is…” Sam said thoughtfully.

“I do have to try out! What if there is someone better than me? We have to win again!!” 

With me in Ravenclaw, and Al in Slytherin, Gryffindor has had a harder time holding onto the Quidditch Cup. They have had it twice, Ravenclaw has had it twice, and Slytherin has had it once, in the time I’ve been here. We DO have to win again.
“Fine, try out. You will still make the team, so don’t worry if you end up getting detention for Friday,” He agreed.

I huffed.

“So why do you have a mouse? I can’t figure it out. Even you can’t have a reason,” Steph asked.

“I do, in fact, have a logical reason!” I declared proudly. I may be known for my illogical and irrational actions, but at least they aren’t illegal! Most of them anyway…

“What is your “logical” reason?” Megan asked cautiously.

“It’s Fred,” I said happily.

“Wait- Your cousin Fred? Jamie’s partner in crime?” Sam asked incredulously. 

“Yep!” I said happily.

“Wow, you might be more bonkers than mum!” Lorcan exclaimed.

“Hey!” 

They laughed. We sat in silence, staring at Freddie, who was watching us.

“What time is it?” I asked wearily.

“9:56, why?” Came Meg’s reply.

“SHIT! Shit, shit, shit!”

“What?” Meg asked worried.

“I gotta go! Sorry! Gotta meet the Dream Team! ” I said, rolling my eyes at the name.

“Bye!” They called as I ran out of the common room, carrying Fred The Mouse in his jar with me. 

“She has finally lost it,” They said together.

When I got half way, I stopped and took Fred out of the jar and put him on the ground. I quickly did the counter curse, and there was Fred, sitting in the middle of the corridor, next to his jar. He got up and I hopped onto his back. He started running toward the Gryffindor Tower, holding my legs.

“So what was with that kiss with McFull-Of-Himself?” He asked after a few moments of quiet.

“I don’t know, I needed him to leave, and that way, as you can tell, was very efficient. But later, or tomorrow, will you hex him, bad? He was feeling me up. I hate him. He isn’t even a good kisser!” I ranted, still on his back.

“He was feeling you up?!” Fred thundered, almost dropping me. He started to turn back toward the Ravenclaw Tower.

“Fred, hex him tomorrow! We are late! Go to Gryffindor!!!” I exclaimed, slightly frightened at the look on his face. 

“Right. Tomorrow. McLaggen Hunting with James.” He chanted, under his breath. 

“Soooooo, what was with all the staring at Megan?” I asked conversationally, even though I was honestly curious.

He blushed, “Nothing, I wasn’t staring, what are you talking about? I wasn’t staring!” He rambled nervously.

I patted him on the head comfortingly, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

He sighed, “Thanks Red. You’re the best,”

We traveled the rest of the way in silence. My thoughts were on Megan. His probably were too. So Freddie likes Megs? That’s so weird! And so sweet! Megs has liked him forever! She does a good job covering it up though. She can go on and on about him. It gets annoying. But it is still sweet. Too bad they are too shy to make a move on each other. I mean really! Fred was a known playboy. (There are a few, almost all related to me) But once he finally likes a girl (Megan) he can’t even ask her out! It is quite pathetic. 

We finally reached the portrait and she let us in (Nimbilis). We walked in the common room, relieved that we were only 3 minutes late. Jamie wasn’t even here. Everyone else was. When we got to the armchairs, Fred let go of me, and I fell on my bum. AGAIN! What is wrong with the world!! 

“Oof!” I grunted.

They laughed. I huffed and folded my arms. There were too many of them to turn into various small animals. 

Lily, being the youngest, apologized, “Sorry Rosie, you should have seen your face, but we didn’t mean it,”

I unfolded my arms and smiled at her, “S’okay.”

“I have arrived!” came a voice behind me. 

We ignored him and arranged us up into a circle, involving Lily sitting on Hugo’s lap, Roxie pushing Fred out of his chair, onto the floor, and Dom and Louis sitting on the couch. James huffed and sat down in the last armchair before Fred could. As I plopped myself onto Jamie’s Lap, Fred picked up Roxie, sat down, and arranged her onto his lap. We were a strange bunch.

“I call this meeting to order!” James cried.

We all looked at him expectantly.

“Roxie, truth or dare?” He said dangerously.

We were a strange bunch.

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Chapter 4: Sunday? Hang With Al
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I woke up in Jamie’s bed. Yesterday was fun. Our “meeting” lasted until about one in the morning, so I stayed here, cause I was too tired to walk to the Ravenclaw tower. Jamie even had to carry me up here. At least my friends know that I usually do this, or they would get really worried. 

I sat up. I noticed Jamie’s sleeping form on the floor and Freddie’s on his bed. I smiled. I love my family. I wrote in gold script on Fred’s forehead, Jamie, thx for the warm bed, u rock! With Al. <3 R. Freddie wouldn’t be too mad. At least Jamie wouldn’t freak and assume that one of his dorm mates took me and kidnapped me to “take advantage of me” like at the beginning of 4th year. That was the year I started “filling out nicely”. Before then, he didn’t have that worry. I rolled my eyes and stepped over his sleeping form, covering him up as I passed. 

I opened up his wardrobe and took out a pair of his sweats, and an old t-shirt. I then went into his bedside table and pulled out my mini trunk, which was filled with a variety of my underclothes and pajamas. I had one in Jamie/Freddie’s dormitory, one in Louis’s dormitory, one in Hugo’s dormitory, one in Dom/Roxie’s dormitory, one in Lily’s dormitory, one in Al’s dormitory, and one in Sam/Lor/Xander’s dormitory. I sorta sleep everywhere. Hehehe. Oh well.

I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower. I wasn’t worried that someone would walk in on me because A. it was nothing they haven’t seen before (I have been doing this since 1st year.), B. I have my own shower stall in every dorm previously said, and C. None of the Seventh year guys wake up earlier than noon on weekends. I quickly shampooed my hair, rinsed it out, wrapped myself up in a towel and stepped out of the shower. I did a quick drying charm on my body and unwrapped myself. I pulled on my (well, technically Jamie’s) clothes. I did a drying charm on my hair and left it down. I shoved my towel into the hamper along with my pajamas.

I walked out of the dorm and went down the stairs, out the common room, and towards the Great Hall. I didn’t bother trying to wake up any of the Wotters, because that would just be a waste of my time.

I was humming another muggle Van Morrison song, ‘Brown-Eyed Girl’, and started singing. I love the castle in the morning, it is so quiet. 

I reached the turn-off toward the dungeons and went down the staircase. It was still so dark that I had to light my wand. I stopped by the Slytherin tapestry and said the password (Parseltounge). I sauntered into the common room, and headed up the stairs towards the boys’ dorms. When I reached Slytherin; 6th Years I opened the door quietly, and muttered, “Muffilato,” On the three Slytherins whom I don’t want to disturb their sleep. (William ‘Willy’ Nott, Marcus Zabini and Chase Goyle) I really couldn’t care less about Mal-git, and Al is the only reason I’m here so early. 

I walked over to his bed and sat on the edge, putting my face real close to his, opening my eyes real wide. I waited all of five minutes before he slowly opened his eyes, unconsciously feeling my stare. He saw me, screamed and fell off his bed onto the floor on the other side. I laughed. 

“Nice,” Mal-git said.

I gave him the finger.

“Slick,” I said.

Al gave me the finger. I glared at him and he backed down instantly. Nice. Even though he’s 16 years old (older than me by 3 months), I can still make him tremble. I can make anyone tremble. It’s a gift. I snorted. Al finally picks himself up off the ground, sending Malfoy a don’t-piss-her-off look. I snorted again. 

“Red, why are you here at…” he trails off looking around for his clock, “9:30 in the morning?” Al asks.

“Cause I’m bored!!” I exclaim.

“Of course you are…” he says exasperatedly. 

“C’mon Alby, please, please help me!” I whine. 

Malfoy rolls his eyes at me. 

“Don’t you dare roll your eyes at me Mal-git!” I exclaim, using my new name for him. 

“Mental,” He mutters, running a hand through his messy hair. I glare at him, causing him to fidget uncomfortably.

“Alby, come eat breakfast with me!!” I beg.

“Fine,” he huffs. He gets up to go change, ruffling my hair as he passes. I stick out my leg, tripping him, causing him to land face first in a pile of boxers. Eww. I wrinkled my nose.

“Don’t ruffle my hair, I barely brush it as it is,”

“Mental,” Malfoy mutters again. 

I whirl on him, my wand at his forehead. I notice his wand is sticking out from under his bed. He does too. He looks appropriately frightened. He should be. I lowered my wand, and gave him my “wooing” smile. He looks shocked.

“Rosie, if you are ready to go,” Al interrupted my slight mental strangeness (when is my mentalness ever not strange?) and puts his arms out gallantly as if to say ladies first. I snorted. He shrugged, and walked in front of me. I leaped onto his back, just as I always do to any of my male relatives, including my brother who was actually taller (by one stinkin’ inch!) than me, even though he is 14. He grabbed my legs, and started our trek to the Great Hall, leaving Malfoy behind. 

“WAIT!” I scream, thus causing Al to drop me on my bum, AGAIN, in shock. 

I pick myself up off the ground, and quickly wave my wand at the three boys still sleeping, quickly undoing the spell.

Then I jump back on Al’s back, and yell, “Giddee-Up Horsie!!!” probably waking up the other boys, and confirming Malfoy’s earlier statement(s). Al chuckled, grabbed my legs and re-started the trek down to the Great Hall.

“WAIT!” I scream again when we reach the common room.

“WHAT?” Al yells.

“Nothing, just wanted to see if you’d have stopped,” I grinned cheekily.

“You are mental!” he exclaimed, as if he just realized that. He probably did.

“You JUST figured that out?!” I asked incredulously. Really, I love my cousin, I do, but he is so thick!

“Um. Right. Never mind,” He said, slightly embarrassed. 

“I would slug you in the arm, but you might drop me, and I don’t know how many times I can handle being dropped before my bum literally breaks,” I declared.

“You are something else, you know that?” he asked.

“Yep!”

Breakfast was uneventful. Nothing exploded, and no one burst into flames, changed color, started dancing or singing, declared their love for someone else (mainly a professor), broke up with someone else, or got into an argument. I did not, however, forget the dare, but it was moved to lunch automatically ‘cause none of the other girls got up before then. 

After breakfast, Al and I took a walk down to the big oak tree by the lake. We just sat there in silence, each caught up in our own thoughts, and the peacefulness of the scene before us. This was usually how we spent our mornings in each other’s presence. We got along all the time, just enjoying the other’s company. I usually went to Al with my problems, even guy problems, sometimes. We were really- super close.

“Rosie?” Al asked quietly.

“Yeah?” I asked just as quiet.

“I need help,”

“Good for you Al, acceptance is the first step. Treatment is second. Mental help, right?” I asked mock- seriously.

Al, however, was not in the mood for my wonderful, witty sarcasm. He scowled.

“There’s this girl…” He trailed off, turning red.

OH. MY. MERLIN. Al was nervous because of a girl?! This was just too strange. Al was (also) a known playboy. He didn’t fall in love. Just like I didn’t. It just didn’t happen. 

“A girl?” I asked, curious. I am an insanely good actress.

“Yeah…”

“Who is it?” I asked quietly, even though I was dying to know. If it’s one of my friends, I will scream.

“Okay, you can’t tell ANYONE,” He took a deep breath, “It’s Liv.”

True to my word, I screamed, causing Al to cringe and cover his ears.

“Liv?!” I whispered.

“ARE you mental?” He asked, completely shocked that I could go from scream to whisper in a range of 0.5 seconds, “I didn’t know even you could get that high.”

“I can get higher, and louder; you wanna hear?” I asked excitedly.

“NO!” he yelled, frightened.

“LIV?!” I said, a little bit louder.

“Yeah, I know she’s your friend, but I like her, and I’m telling you, DO NOT tell her! I could list a million things about her that I love. But I won’t because you’d probably hex me.”

“Damn right I will! But LIV?! You have to ask her out!” I said excitedly.

Al was watching me bounce up and down with some amusement. It vanished when I said that.

“I can’t! She won’t like me! I’m just an insensitive playboy! What am I to her?” He exclaimed.

The really annoying part about this situation, was, that Liv liked Al too. But she made me swear not to tell him. 

“You can!” I said passionately.

“What if she doesn’t want to date me?” he asked in a very small voice.

He pulled his legs up to his chest, looking a lot like he did when he was 11, and had just gotten into Slytherin. He had asked me, ‘What if they hate me?’ in the same small, slightly defeated voice. He stared at his shoes, looking absolutely miserable. I put my arm around him, just as he had done so many times when I get cheated on or yelled at, or am in a fight with someone. (by the way, just so you know, when I get cheated on; or any other girl in my family for that matter; that guy gets DESTROYED by the over-protective males, and from our group, the vicious girls… namely me.)

I rubbed his arm and said softly, ”Al she will want to date you. I know that because underneath your hard playboy shell, you are sweet and caring. You are also fairly smart and okay at Quidditch. I’m better though. At both the brains and the sport, if you didn’t know.”

He looked at me shocked that I could possibly say something so sensitive. Then he rolled his eyes at my last words.

“Yes I did just say something completely heartfelt. If you tell anyone, I will post your crush all over the school, as well as your words,” I said, maybe slightly overreacting. But hey, I have a heartless reputation to keep up.

“Yeah, fine, I won’t tell anyone about your sensitiveness, just tell me how to ask her out.”

“Okay. It is simple really,” I said. 

He waited for a few minutes then looked at me expectantly.

“OOOHHHH. You wanna know now!! Got it.”

He rolled his eyes. AGAIN.

“Step 1: take a shower.”

He scowled at me.

“Step 2: Walk up to her. After you dress of course.” I added as an afterthought.

“Get on with it!” Al yelled impatiently.

“Okay, okay. Step 3: Open your mouth and say…” I started.

He growled and I hurriedly finished. Al almost never got angry at anything, but when he did, it was terrifying. Almost as scary as I am, I’m told. “ ‘Will you go to Hogsmeade with me?’. When she says yes, sit down with her and kiss her on the cheek.”

“But,” He started. I cut him off.

“Step 4: go on the date. After, walk her to the Ravenclaw tower, and kiss her goodnight.”

“But,” He tried again. I cut him off.

“Step 5: after 3 dates, ask her if she wants to be your girlfriend. When she says yes, smile, and kiss her on the lips quickly.”

“But,” You can guess what happened.

“Step 6: you live happily ever after.”

“But,” Three guess what happened next.

“NO Al, there are no buts! That is officially the easiest plan in the universe! Go carry it out!” I exclaimed.

“But,”

“GO,” I growled, taking out my wand. He squeaked in fear, got up, moving my arm, and ran off to carry out my plan.

I sighed. Time to go wake up my girls. I sighed again, and picked myself up off the ground. 

I walked to the Gryffindor common room. When I reached there, I saw Mal-git trying to get in.

“But I know people in there!” He pleaded with the Fat Lady. I snorted.

Then I turned around and ran all the way to the Ravenclaw dorm. I ran in and up the stairs. I grabbed my broom, opened the window, mounted the broom and flew off. I sped off toward the Gryffindor common room window, and when I got I threw open the window and hopped in, grabbing my broom, I turned around and closed the window. Then I ran to the girl’s staircases and hopped up, every other stair. I stopped when I reached the door with Gryffindor, 6th Years and threw open the door.

They were still asleep. Surprise, surprise. I walked over to Roxie’s bed, gripping my wand.

“Aguamenti!” I commanded. A huge jet of water flew out of my wand and soaked Rox to the bone.

“AAAARRRRRGGGGG!” She yelled, quite loudly, waking up Dom.

Perfect.

“Get up! Lunch is in about an hour, you still have to take showers, get Lily up, and dress us all up in our most slutty outfits,” I said, cutting off Dom’s protest. By our most slutty outfits, I mean Tory’s. She wasn’t exactly the sunshine that was expected as the first child born after the war. Of course, none of the adults know that, just as they don’t know about us Kissers plus Lily’s… erm… exploits.

“The dare!” Dom exclaimed, realization sinking in. 

“DUH!! You guys shower, I’ll get Lily,” I said as I ran back out of their dorm, down one flight of stairs into the dorm that said Gryffindor, 4th Years. 

“LILY!” I screamed.

No response.

“LILY!” I screamed louder.

No response.

“LILY!” I screamed so loud the window literally broke.

No response.

I stalked up to the bed, put a bunch of water balloons on the right side, went over to the left side and heaved. Lily fell off the mattress, landing on the water balloons, and waking up.

She glared at me, but before she could start yelling, I said two words, “The Dare.”

Realization sunk in, and she bounded up, grabbed my hand, and hauled me back to Dom and Roxie’s dorm.

Roxie was in the shower, and Dom was searching her “Party Outfits” trunk, which she usually kept locked, cursed, and shrunken down. Precautionary.

She picked out four stripper outfits that would fit us, and handed mine to me to change. We both changed, waiting for Roxie and Lily to finish showering. I loved playing the wizard’s version of Truth or Dare. Truth involved taking Veritaserum, and dare involved an automatic bond between the dare-ies, which was a smaller version of the Unbreakable Vow, much like the Wizard’s Oath, used by most teen wizards, developed by Teddy (Al, James, and Lily’s god-brother, dating Tory). The only difference was you don’t die, but experience some small pain until the Oath or Dare is completed or called off.

When we were finally all finished; dressed, complete with make-up, it was time to go. We had to leave 10 minutes late, so that no one saw us in the halls, and we made a dramatic entrance.

Dare Time.

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Chapter 6: Blue Dye, Breakfast, and Apologies
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When I got up in the morning, I was the first one up. Surprise, surprise. I quickly grabbed my clothes, and went into the shower. As I washed my hair, I hummed a muggle child’s song, You Are My Sunshine. I started to sing the second time around.

I got out, still singing, and dried myself off. I glanced at myself in the mirror, as I dressed myself in a very big shirt of Al’s, that went all the way to my knees, and my singing died out immediately. 

“MALFOY!!!!!!!!!!!!” I screamed, so loud, all of the guys came in.

All five of them looked shocked at my “outfit”, but hey, I don’t have a uniform with me, and it’s only 6:30 in the morning. I have time to run over to Ravenclaw and get my proper clothes.

Then they glanced at my face, which was red with absolute fury, and framed by long locks of bright blue hair. I looked like Teddy! 

Malfoy came in last, smirking, and I grabbed my wand, pointing it at his forehead. I was shaking with anger, and I could see an aura of dark purple surrounding me. I was a very powerful witch, as conceited as that sounds, but really, I was scared of this new finding. Everybody else looked terrified, and I held onto my infuriated mask. Al stepped up to me, looking scared, but not about to watch his best friend die, and the other one carted off to Azkaban for murder. 

“Rosie,” he said cautiously, gripping my arm.

I ignored him, glaring at Malfoy, my wand still at his forehead.

“ROSIE,” He tried again.

‘Levicorpus!’ I thought furiously. 

Malfoy shot up by his ankle, and his eyes met mine, even though he was upside down.

“ROSE!”

“WHAT?!” I screamed. 

Al looked terrified again. But, bless him, he still continued, “Rosie, look, I know this is bad, but, um, why don’t you just clean it off?” He asked.

“Because, I know what this is. THIS is Uncle George’s newest product. BLUEBERRY HAIRDYE. PERMANENT. IT IS ESTIMATED TO LAST UP TO TWO WEEKS!!!!!”  I started screaming again. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Willy, Marcus, and Chase, start to inch out of the bathroom.

“Willy!” I called. 

He looked terrified at being singled out and the other two ran out of the room, relieved. 

“Yes, Rosie?” He asked in a shaky voice.

“Will you be a doll, and go get either Megan or Via, and ask them to bring me a uniform? They will be in the Ravenclaw tower, let them in here. You can get up the staircases by whispering to the rail on the left, ‘House unity will, and did, save all’. Please?”

He nodded quickly, and ran out, probably out of the common room in his pajamas. I turned back to Malfoy, who was still hanging by his ankle. I glared at him, and put my wand back to his forehead.

“I am quite sure by now, that you should know better than to mess up my hair. ESPECIALLY WITH ONE OF MY UNCLE’S PRODUCTS. But I want to tell you something. I’m not gonna get you back for now. I will get revenge, and get even, but not today.”

I started to turn away, quite content with just leaving him there, glaring at me, but then turned back and slapped him on the cheek. Just for good measure. I threw my hair over my shoulder, and walked out, with Al following behind me, to make sure I wouldn’t murder the next kid who looks at me funny.

“WEASLEY!!!!” He bellowed. I ignored him. I stalked out, down the stairs, grabbing my shoes, out the common room, and through the corridors, in nothing but a huge shirt, and my underwear, carrying my shoes. If my dad saw me right now, I would be dead. And so would every 16 year-old-or-older male in the castle. I started to strut, regaining my old confidence, back to the Ravenclaw tower. I answered the question, (Why is it important to empty your mind?) and went into this common room, still in the shirt, and marched up the stairs to find Willy in mid-explanation.

I walked over to him and whispered, “Thanks Willy, I’m better now,” kissing him on the cheek before he turned and left with a slightly dazed look. UGH.

I noticed all four of my friends staring at my hair. UGH.

“Long story short. Malfoy replaced my shampoo with Uncle George’s new hair dye product, which lasts two weeks before fading, I hung him by his ankle, slapped him and came here.”

“We won’t ask,” Megs said.

“But blue really does bring out your eyes,” Via said.

“It does!” Liv exclaimed.

“Well either way, I’m leaving it this way, covering it up with a hat or scarf will just be me surrendering, and I don’t do that,” I declared loftily.

Steph, Liv, Via, and Megs all rolled their eyes at me. I stuck out my tongue, and started to change.

 I looked at Liv. She looked upset.

“So.” I said. “What’s up?” She muttered something under his breath.  I thought I caught the words ‘bloody question’ and ‘stupid Al’, but I wasn’t exactly sure.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing.” She finally said in a resigned voice.

“NO!” I said. “The sky! That’s what’s up!” I collapsed into a fit of hysterical laughter. 

Liv wasn’t as amused.

“Funny.” Liv said dryly. “Only you would find enjoyment in a joke like that.”

“I know.” I gasped, ignoring her sarcasm. “A first year taught it to me, isn’t it hilarious?”

“Oh, yes, I can barely breathe for laughing.” Her voice was thick with sarcasm, though she did sound sort of amused at the same time.

“Classic.” I said, wiping some laughter tears from the corner of my eye.

“You’re so weird.” Liv said, looking at me like I had gone insane.

“She is isn’t she?” Asked Via as she walked out of the bathroom, fully dressed in her uniform, “Why is she weird?”

I rolled my eyes, she didn’t even hear my brilliant joke.

Liv proceeded to tell the joke, me collapsing into a fit of hysterical laughter again, with both Liv and Via looking at me with a mixture of amusement and shock.

“You are weird!” Via declared.

“Yep, she is!” Steph said, as she walked out of the bathroom.”Why is she weird?”

I rolled my eyes again. BOTH times, she missed the joke!

This time Via retold the joke, me collapsing into of hysterical laughter for the third time this morning, with all three of them staring at me as if I lost my mind.

“She is weird.” Steph declared, smiling at me, happy that I wasn’t angry anymore.

I picked myself up off the floor, still giggling. We walked down the staircase and waited in the common room for Sam, Lor, and Xander. When they finally got there, their eyes immediately traveled to my bright blue hair. I said nothing, and after a few moments they stopped gawking.

“So, Rosie, did the Snarglepuff Pixies get your hair?” asked Lor.

“Or was it the Melon Head Faeries?” asked Xander.

I rolled my eyes and said, “ No, actually, it was a newly discovered creature, the Big-Headed Jerk-Face Prat!” I exclaimed with false excitement.

They all sighed. 

“So what happened to the BHJFP?” asked Sam.

We all turned blank, questioning faces at him. He rolled his eyes, and said,

“Your new creature Rosie.”

“Ooooohhhhhh. Well, I hung him by his ankle in the bathroom, and slapped his face. As far as I know, he’s still there, contemplating my death threat,” I summarized.

“So you’ll be getting him back?” Sam clarified.

I looked at him with a Were-you-born-yesterday? look. His face tinted the lightest of pinks.

“Well, I’m attracting some stares, so let’s go eat.”

“Is that all you think about? Killing Malfoy, food, and flying?” Via asked incredulously.

“Of course! All of those things make everything better!” I said, quite loudly.

“Let’s go Blue,” Megan said smiling.

I scowled.

So now my name was BLUE?! Red was so much better! Sorta. 

I skipped ahead of my friends, attracting stares, but not shocked looks. Of course, it was me. No one should be shocked anymore. At least I was in my own clothes! At least I was in clothes! 

I made it to the Great Hall first, and ran over to our regular spot at the table(again, attracting a lot of stares), sliding on the bench, and piled my plate high with pancakes. I poured maple syrup all over them, and coated them in whipped cream. Yum.

Just as I was about to dig in, my friends sat down, and stared at my plate.

“Rosie, you’re going to eat,” Liv stopped and counted, “23 pancakes, drowned in SUGARY maple syrup, and coated in whipped cream?!” She asked incredulously.

“Umf ut.” I said, my mouth full of heaven.

“You eat like a guy,” Malfoy noted, sitting diagonal from me. I glared at him, then when Al sat across from me, next to Liv, I turned my glare on him. He didn’t look as scared as usual. Was I losing my touch? I started to panic, pancake still in my mouth.

“You know Rosie, you’d be much more intimidating if your face wasn’t covered in whipped cream, and if you weren’t have choking on your food,” Sam stated conversationally.

I relaxed, relieved that I wasn’t losing my touch. I ignored the shocked looks as I finally swallowed the food in my mouth, scooping up another huge forkful of my breakfast, grabbing a sausage and twirling it in the syrup while chewing.

“Oh yeah.” I smacked Malfoy across the forehead with the sausage I was throwing.

SPLAT!

“That was for what you said.” 

“It’s true though Scorpius, and she acts like a guy too! She practically is one, except for she has some girl parts,” Al said, grinning.

I threw my new sausage at Al’s forehead, glaring. I picked up my plate, got up, and walked away towards the rest of my family, all who were eating like me. I sat down between Jamie and Dom, picked up my fork, and continued eating in peace. (Well without people telling you that you eat like a guy. Our family is never peaceful.) 

“So Red, or should I say,” I cut off Freddie.

“Freddie Alastor Weasley, if you call me ‘Blue’, I will dye your hair pink,”  I said sweetly.

“Blue, how on earth did you become blue?” asked Jamie.

I smashed Jamie’s foot with one of mine; clad in a pair of Al’s high-tops that he grew out of in Third Year, I took them because they were bright orange and bright blue; he yelped.

“Malfoy dyed my hair with YOUR father’s newest product. I’m sure you’ve heard of it,” I said, speaking mainly to Freddie and Rox.

They all laughed. I scowled, picked up my plate, got up, and walked away towards the Slytherin table, and plopped down next to Willy, Marcus, and Chase. I started eating again, and they just kept eating too. I love this table. Everyone’s so quiet. It could be because this happens about once a week. (Not with blue hair, though)

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see everyone (and I mean all of my family and friends, and a very grumpy looking Malfoy) standing around me. 

“We’re sorry Purple.” Jamie started. Roxie kicked him, and he yelped, doubling up to hold his leg.

“We’re sorry Rosie, would you ever forgive us?” Al asked, “Scorpius is sorry too.” 

I looked at Malfoy and turned back to Al one eyebrow raised.

“Erm, he’s sorry deep down.”

“Way, waaaay deep down,” Liv muttered.

I laughed and popped up.

“Your forgiven,”

I bent back down and kissed all three of the Slytherin boys, who were watching us with some amusement, on the cheek.

Then I said, “Malfoy and Al. You stay here. Wotters, go back towards the Gryffindor table. R.C.s, come with me, before Prof. Flit. gets mad at us. Chop, CHOP!” I commanded. Everyone did what I said, even Malfoy did, with some reluctance.

Time for classes.

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So, What's up??

How's everyone been? Are you guys excited for the holidays? I hope I can get this chapter validated and one more before the staff break. I hope, I hope.

Anyways.

I'm at chapter 6!!! Are you guys liking the story? Sorry about the chapter being kinda empty. At least, in my opinion, it is. 

I believe it's Monday morning... In the story... But I don't know...

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I just wanna clarify the years for you people who are a bit confussed...

Umm...

James and Fred are in their seventh year.

Al, Rosie, Roxie, Dom, Scorpius, Sam, Steph, Lor, Xander, Via, Liv, Willy, Marcus, Chase, Summer, Harmony, Melissa, Monica, Hannah, and Megan (I think that's all of 'em, some are coming characters) are in their sixth year.

Louis and Molly are in their fifth year.

Hugo, Lily, and their friends are in their fourth year.

Lucy is in her first year.

Umm, again, I think that's everyone...If you have any specific questions about someone, just ask!

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So thanks to all of you guys who reviewes, I really apreciate it. 

Until we meet (well, not really meet, more like you read my next chapter) again...

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UPDATE 8/6: New chapter image. It's Freddie. Isn't he cute? Ignore the going to bed after lunch thing. I think that's this chapter. I don't feel like looking for it and changing it.

Chapter 7: Shocking Schedules, Stupid Slytherins, and Fried Chicken
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When we got back to the Ravenclaw table, Professor Flitwick was handing out our schedules. When he got to our table, he merely raised an eyebrow at me, but didn’t comment.

I bashed my head on the table. Again and again and again and again. I did it until I got dizzy. Luckily I missed the food this time. I rested my throbbing head on the wood, trying to undizzify myself. Megan, always sweet, handed me my schedule, having taken it from Flitwick while I was damaging my head and the table. Ahhh, this nice table. I started rubbing it, as Megan started rubbing my back.

“Honey, we have one class together,” She said sadly. I bolted up, only to grab my head with both of my hands, the world spinning.

“WHAT?!” I demanded, still trying to undizzify myself. 

“We only have one class together. Well, you and I, I don’t know about the Olivias or Steph, or the boys.

“Liv, Via, Steph, Sam, Lor, Xander?” I asked uncertainly. 

We all lay out our schedules on the table and I studied them, feeling my eyes widen in horror as I looked at each one.

“I have Charms with all of you. I have Transfiguration with Lor. I have Divination with Longbottoms. I have Arithmancy with Xander. I have Astronomy with Xander, and Via. I have DADA with Via and Liv. I have Potions with nobody. I have Ancient Runes with Sam and Lor. I have Muggle Studies with nobody. I have History Of Magic with nobody. I have Herbology with nobody. And I have Care Of Magical Creatures with Xander and Lor. THIS SUCKS!!!” I stated, in a very depressed tone.

Megan continued rubbing my back.

“So basically I’m alone or with one of you for most of the YEAR?! Maybe this is my punishment for the Welcoming Prank!” 

So basically my schedule looked like this:

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                       Monday          Tuesday          Wednesday       Thursday          Friday  

9:00-10:00       Transfigur.      C.O.M.C.         Divination             Potions           Herbology

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10:00-11:30     Divination     Ancient Runes         Potions           Transfigur.         C.O.M.C.

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12:30-2:30       Hist. Of Mag.    Charms         Muggle Studies        D.A.D.A         Charms

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3:30-4:30       D.A.D.A          Arithmancy         Herbology       Arithmancy     Ancient Runes

Then I had Astronomy every Wednesday from 11:00PM- 1:00AM, and Quidditch Practice on Fridays and Saturdays, from 5:30-7:30PM, and Prefect Patrols with Sam or Bradley(a semi-cute Gryffindor 6th) Mondays, Tuesdays, and Fridays from 8:30- 10:00PM. On top of all of that, I had detentions, torturing Malfoy, and homework! I’m gonna die.

“I’m gonna die,” I said to my friends, starting up my head slamming, even though I was still a little dizzy from earlier.

“You’re not gonna die,” Via said patiently.

“Yeah, you’ll just implode!” Sam said.

Steph slapped him on the arm. 

“OUCH! That hurt Steph!” Sam protested.

I continued bashing my head on the wood, drowning out the twin’s argument. 

“You know, every time I come here, I see dents on the wood. I used to wonder why, but now I know!” came a slightly smug voice from my left.

“GoawayMalfoy,” I slurred, as if I was drunk. I felt someone sit next to me, and my head bolted up again.

Not a good idea. Don’t I learn?

“Isaid,gowayMalfoy!” I exclaimed, still slurring, and clutching my head to keep from falling.

“Blue, are you drunk?” came another familiar voice from in front of me.

“Ally,makeMallygoway…” I whined, and slurred. I was clutching my head, still really dizzy.

“Mally?” came Malfoy’s objection. Good, at least I can think semi-straight. 

I tried to see Al, but I couldn’t decipher him from Via.

“Ally,myheadhurts,” I complained.

Then I remembered classes, “Ally,comparemyscheduletoyours.”

He took the paper, and studied them for a moment. 

“Rosie, I have every class with you,”

“OhthankMerlin!” I exclaimed, still slurring. I was really, really dizzy. And confused.

“Scorpius has all of my classes.”

I tried to find the hidden meaning, but it took me too long (With my enhanced confusion) for Via, who helpfully put it together for me.

“He’s saying, you and Malfoy have all classes together, but he’s waaay too chicken to come out and tell you.”

I thought about that, and when it sank in, started bashing my head on the table again.

“Rosie, honey, it’s time to go to class,” said one of my friends. I no longer am exactly sure who. I do think it was Megs.

“OkayMegs.” I said. I bashed my head on the table one last time, for good measure, as hard as I could. Now I was really dizzy.

I started walking, holding my bag, which I thankfully had with me, held the hand the (Megan?) had out for me. Al came up and supported my other side. I finally knew it was Al by his frame, and gentleness. Al was taller than me, (I was 5ft 8.5in) he was 6ft 1in. 

“Al, I am putting her in your trust. Especially for the classes she doesn’t have us in. LIKE POTIONS,” said Liv seriously. I was stupendous in potions, it was my best class. But now Al would never let me out of his sight. He liked Liv. A LOT. 

“Liv,Idon’tneedwatching,” I protested, still slurring, and gripping my head. As soon as I finished that sentence, I crashed into a wall. I ran my hand along it, and as soon as I was sure it was a wall, started bashing my head against it, I need to be as out of it as possible if I’m gonna survive a whole stinkin’ year with Malfoy. 

“No, Rosie. ROSIE! You can’t keep bashing you head against hard surfaces. It’s not good for you,” came Megan’s patient voice. 

“Iwannathough,” I muttered through the quite loud thuds that came with every time I hit my head upon the wall.

I felt two hands grip my waist, and pull me over their shoulder. I really hope it was Al.

“PUTMEDOWN!” I screamed, still slurring. 

“Sorry, no can do Blue, if I do, you will most assuredly continue bashing your head, and as much as I love watching that, Al would kill me if I let you become more insane than you are,” came the oh-so-wonderful voice that I hate.

Malfoy was carrying me to Transfiguration. MALFOY WAS CARRYING ME.

“PUT. ME. DOWN. NOW!!!!” I shrieked, taking extra effort not to slur, and kicking and flailing my arms and legs wildly. I lifted my head up, and looked around, trying to decipher the blurry forms of my friends. It was useless.

“Uh… Scorpius, maybe you should hand her to me…” came Al’s worried voice.

“YESYESYESYESYES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I screamed again.

“Naw, this is fun!” came his sarcastic reply, still not letting me go. Not only did I hate him, but his arms were around my waist, keeping me firmly held to his shoulder.

“PUTMEDOWNPUTMEDOWNPUTMEDOWN!” I shrieked. 

He handed me over to Al when I finally got my foot to reach his head. Score!

“Here you go, buddy. Shit! That hurt!” He exclaimed, groaning, and probably rubbing his head. Al carried me bridal style, me going limp, pretending like I was dead. 

“Rosie, if you act like that, I’ll have to take you to the hospital, and miss class,” Al warned.

I groaned, the pain finally coming in contact with my consciousness.

“Myheadhurts,” I complained, “Ally,myheadhurts,realbad!”

“Um…” He said, worriedly.

“FIXIT!!!!” I screamed.

“You, know what, Scor, tell McGonagall, I’m taking Rosie to the hospital wing,” He said, abruptly turning around, a full 180 degrees.

“Will do.”“Seeyoulater!” I called, still slurring, to my friends.

Al started walking toward what I could only assume was the hospital wing, and I exclaimed, “Iwantfriedchicken!!!”

“Um, Rosie, I don’t have fried chicken…” He said patiently.

“It’llhelpmyhead!!”

“Maybe after I let Madam Pomfrey take care of that brilliant bruise forming on your forehead,” he tried compromising.

“’Kay.”

I was quiet the rest of the way, except for my groans when my head started throbbing.

Al shifted my weight to one arm when he got to the doors, opening them with the other.

“Oh my!” gasped Madam Pomfrey when she saw Al laying me on the bed closest to him.

“She found out that she has every class with Scorpius,” explained Al.

I suddenly remembered why I was banging my head, and went to start up again, against the metal bed railings, when Al’s hands grabbed me and placed me onto his lap, holding my arms against my side.

“No, Rosie, it’ll hurt some more,” he murmured soothingly, rubbing my back much like I had last night. 

I love my cousin.

Evidently bashing your head against solid wood as much as I had makes you tired. I felt myself drifting off, still in Al’s arms with him still rubbing my back, as Poppy worked on getting rid of the mega-bruise that was on my face. The last thing I noticed was when Al put me down, back on the bed, and ruffled my hair before leaving. 

When I woke up, I looked at my watch and noticed that it was time for lunch. I was just sneaking out when Madam Pomfrey noticed I was up and bustled over to me to give me a last minute check.

“Now Rosie, I see too much of you when you play Quidditch, please don’t crack your skull with solid wood,” she said to me, smiling a little.

“Okay Poppy,” I said to her, smiling too.

I skipped down to lunch, stopping by Transfiguration to get my work. Minnie merely raised an eyebrow at my appearance, but didn’t comment. I conveniently forgot Divination. 

Then I ran over to the Great Hall, and down to the area where my friends, Al, and Malfoy were inspecting what I guessed were the dents I created with my head.

Oh dear.

When I got there, Al looked up and said, “Dom and James told me to tell you there is another meeting, tonight at 10:45.”

“Oh dear, another stinkin’ meeting!! Jamie has gone mad!” I exclaimed, remembering the last one. “Well in that case, I probably won’t see you all,” I nodded toward my RC friends with my chin, “After I leave.”

“Why’s that?” asked Malfoy curiously.

“Because she sleeps around,” stated Via.

I wrinkled my nose, as Al objected to the way she worded that sentence.


“Okay, okay, I probably could have worded that better, but in essence, she stays in other dorms all the time. She hasn’t slept in her own bed since the week after Christmas last year,” Via conceded.

“So you don’t just sleep in ours?” he asked, looking at me.

“Nope! I sleep in my own, Sam/Lor/Xander’s, yours, Jamie/Freddie’s, Louis’s, Hugo’s, Lily’s, and Dom/Roxie’s. I think that’s all of ‘em,” I said brightly, then proceeded to count on my fingers, making sure I had them all listed.

“Oh.”

“Why?” I asked suspiciously.

“Just curious.”

He wouldn’t meet my eyes. But, enough of that, I wanted my fried chicken!

“Have any of you seen the fried chicken?” I asked all of them.

“Nope,” replied Sam.

I got up, and walked out of the Great Hall, and made my way to the kitchens.

“How can Bea serve you?” asked my favorite house elf, Bea.

“Can you make me huge plate of fried chicken, Bea? Please?” I asked, smiling at her.

“Of course Miss Rosie!” she exclaimed happily.

I sat down and waited patiently, as the house elves bustled around the happy kitchens. 

After about 15 minutes, Bea came up holding a humongous platter of fresh fried chicken. I took it from her, thanking her, and left.

I walked back to the Great Hall, and to my table where everyone was still seated, and set down my fried chicken.

“Are you going to eat all of that?” Via asked incredulously, “After your huge breakfast?!”

“No, I was planning to share,” I replied, taking a bite of a piece of chicken. They all immediately grabbed pieces, except for Malfoy. I rolled my eyes.

“I didn’t poison it, you know!” I exclaimed.

He stared at me wide-eyed, shocked at my outburst, but took a piece anyway. I still hate him, but everyone, even Voldemort, deserves fresh fried chicken.

We all ate in silence, savoring the taste of the yummy chicken. Very soon, all of my family, (minus Molly, DUH) came up to us, slightly pleading looks in their eyes.

“Rosie, can we have some fried chicken?” asked Jamie, ringleader of the group.

“Of course, who else is gonna eat this?” I said. 

They immediately squished themselves around the already large group of people around my (I mean Bea’s) chicken.

They all took one, only glancing at Malfoy with a piece of my chicken for only a second, before they, too, got lost in the fried goodness.

One of the things I did when I was stressed or worried or upset, or confused, or any negative feeling really, was cook. Bea always let me cook in the kitchens, making whatever I wanted, and I loved serving it to people. Fried chicken was something I made often, because I love it, and the process in which to make it is long, thus de-negative-feeling me.

Everyone loved my cooking. 

And I love fried chicken.

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By the way, all of those lines above, the schedules, is the schedule. Just to clarify things.

Also, this is the last chapter before the New Year. I just want to wish everyone Happy Holidays! Hope you all have fun!!!

Thanks to all of you who have been reading my story, I'm on chapter seven! Wow.

I gotta go now though, even though I would love to write you a novel's worth of author's notes...

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Help will always be given to those who ask for it.
                      -Dumbledore.

UPDATE 8/6: New chapter image. It's Louis. :D

Chapter 8: History Of Magic
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After we finally finished all of the fried chicken, we had about 5 minutes left to get to class. All of the Wotters left, having classes on the 7th floor, or in the dungeons. All of my friends left, not having class with me. I started walking with Al and Malfoy toward Hist. Of. Magic. AKA the most boringest class ever. SO NOT KIDDING!

Luckily for me and Al, I had invented a spell called Notus Speekus which basically was like muggle texting, but on paper. So you take two pieces of paper, and put the charm on them while they are next to each other. Then when you take them away, you take one, and give the other to whoever you wanna talk to. Then you just write what you want to say on the paper, and it magically appears on the other one. It is cool though, because while you are writing, it looks like you’re taking notes.

I took out two pieces of parchment, (a light purple) and quickly did the charm on them before we entered the classroom, handing one to Al, who threw a protesting look at me, but said nothing.

I went to sit at the front, while Al, (who had a ‘reputation’ to keep up) went to sit in the back with Malfoy.

I pulled out my book, which hasn’t been opened yet, and set it and the parchment on the desk. I sit there, doodling on the paper, drawing eyes, faces, and goblins, while Professor Binns drones on and on about goblin wars.

I wrote to Al:

Ally, I’m bored! Play a game with me!

HANGMAN or TIC-TAC-TOE?

I asked, listing my favorite muggle games for class boredness.

PICK ONE!

Love Rosie

His reply came back quick.

Tic-Tac-Toe.

Love Al

I quickly drew the grid and went first. 

X.

O.

X.

O.

I thought for a moment before going.

X.

It took Al a long time before he went.

O.

I filled in the last spot, winning with my three in a row, an started writing all over the paper:

X.

I win!!!

I WIN!!

I told you I could beat you again.

Hahahaha.

Love Rosie.

I finally cut out the bragging, and waited for Al’s response.

I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Finally, I turned around to see both boys asleep on their desks.

I saw that Al’s face was on the paper.

I grinned evilly.

I took my black, permanent ink, and spilled it carefully all over the page, cleaning it up quickly.

I turned around again, and saw that Al’s face was covered in black ink, and it was dripping all over his robes. It slowly started seeping towards Malfoy, covering his face too. I waved my hand toward his head, making his hair turn a shock of sparkly pink, matching perfectly with the black face.

Then, I pointed my finger toward his forehead, and wrote I’m a moron in bright green, in my neat script.

I looked at Al, and decided that he needed something to spice up his look a little more.

I dyed his hair gold and maroon, making it permanent, which Uncle George had taught me, so it wouldn’t fade away until about next week. Not as long as mine though. I put Lockus on it, which I had invented, so he couldn’t alternate the color. I managed to draw a little kitty face on his face. 

Lockus was a charm I had created in Third Year, making a spell irreversible to anyone but the caster of the charm.

I quickly put Lockus on Malfoy’s message on his forehead, so he couldn’t change that.

Suddenly the bell rang, and everyone shot up, gathered their things, and left the room. I packed up my bag, and skipped over to Al and Malfoy. They were oblivious. Luckily I was an amazing actress.

We walked through the halls, me earning some jealous looks, (cuz I was in the middle) even though it was known that Malfoy and I hate each other. They were girls in his fan club, but weren’t hot enough (or slutty enough) for him to give them a second thought. 

We walked outside to the Quidditch pitch, so we could practice. (Mainly involving me and Malfoy showing off, arguing, and Al to be peacemaker.) I ran to the Ravenclaw changing rooms, which consisted of five rooms. There was the main room, which held two couches, an arm chair, three bean bags, and a coffee table that held all of our plans, which I had put a hex on. The room had had a stand for all of our brooms, and a set of practice balls. It also had two doors leading to a guy’s and a girl’s changing room, which in turn lead to showers and bathrooms for each gender. I walked into the girl’s changing rooms, and pulled on some short shorts, and a tank top. I wouldn’t have to change because our D.A.D.A professor, Professor Matthews, only very rarely taught theoretic lessons, they were all practical. He didn’t mind us not being in uniform, because we all dueled better when we were in comfy clothes.

I grabbed my broom, and ran out, and waited for the guys, sitting in the middle of the pitch, cross-legged. I lay back, looking up at the clear sky. 

Suddenly my view was blocked by two male heads, who were looking amused by the fact that I was slightly underdressed, and laying down on my back in the exact center of the Quidditch pitch, looking at the sky. I say under dressed, because besides for my uniform, and dates, I spent my life in a guy’s pair of sweats and a baggy tee-shirt. But it was warm out today. And light clothes made for better flying. I sat up, and stood up, picking up my broom as I did so. 

I quickly mounted it, and flew to the end of the Quidditch pitch, hearing Malfoy and Al’s shouts of protest before they did the same. When they reached me, I nodded to Malfoy, saying that I was to go first, and he mock-bowed on his broom. I shot toward the other end of the pitch, going straight for the middle goal post. When I was close enough to crash and die, I pulled my broom up, and shot up the length of the post, continuing when it ended until the air started to thin. I pulled my broom down, and leaned very close to the handle, and sped down like a bullet, going perfectly straight. When I was close enough to the ground to splat, I pulled my broom sharply right, and skimmed the ground, before shooting up again. I went about 400 feet into the air and shot down diagonally, making flips, turning, twisting, spinning, and doing figure eights, toward Al and Malfoy, the former smiling, the latter, an impassive look on his face.

When I pulled to a sharp stop in front of Al he smiled again before checking his watch, and said, “29 seconds.”

I whooped, and nodded politely for Malfoy to go. He did exactly the same as me, but when he came back, he didn’t stop, and I almost screamed, but he pulled up, and went over us, landing (well, we were all still in the air) or ending next to Al, who looked at his watch and visibly paled.

“29 seconds.”

Oooohh. So that’s why Al was worried. 

I didn’t really feel like a battle of wits (which I always win) so I said, “Ally, I want fried chicken and cookies!”

He chuckled, and said, “Well, then we should go down to the kitchens and get that taken care of, shouldn’t we?”

While we were walking, I vanished everything on their faces. I would put it on again later.

I skipped ahead and went into the RC changing rooms, putting my broom down, and going into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my hair.

I finished quickly, and walked outside, taking the short path to the Slytherin changing rooms, (which were very similar to the RC ones, but in green and silver) and walked in, collapsing on the couch.

I sat there staring off into space until Al’s voice cut into my trance. I jumped and fell of the couch, bumping my head on the corner of the table.

“Shit Al! See what you do?” I asked sarcastically.

He was staring at my head, eyes wide. 

“WHAT?!” I exclaimed.

“Uh… you’re bleeding Rosie…” he answered weakly.

I touched the sore part, feeling something wet and sticky.

“Oh well!”

“But,” Al started.

“NO freaking out. When we get into the castle, I will go into the first girl’s loos, and heal myself,” I said firmly.

Al weakly nodded his head.

Just then Malfoy came in, his eyes widening a tiny bit at my apparently bloody state.

“Let’s go,” I said.

I marched out, hearing their footsteps follow behind me, and we walked back to the castle, me in the middle again.

True to my word, I stopped into the first girl’s loos, and went straight to the bathroom mirror. I peered at myself, shocked by how much blood was there, then went right to work cleaning it. Magically of course. After it was cleaned, I healed it, and cleaned my very bloody clothes and the rest of my face.

I walked out of the bathroom, and Al visibly relaxed, seeing me as good as new.

I hopped on his back, and he carried me down to the kitchens, with Malfoy following at his side.

When we got there, Al let me tickle the pear (I love doing that) and it giggled, and the painting swung open. I walked in first, and Bea came up to me.

“Is there anything Bea can get Rosie?” she asked, looking up at me.

“No, Bea, it’s okay, I’m just gonna cook for a little bit,” I replied.

She nodded and led me to the oven I always used, leaving Al and Malfoy to wait at the tables.

I gathered up all the ingredients for cookies and fried chicken, and set to work. I hurried, because I knew we only had about 40 minutes until the next class.

When both dishes were done, I put them in the oven, and quickly cleaned up my mess. Cooking was one of the few things I did without magic. I believed that it should cook naturally, and so I cleaned up the muggle way too.

I went to sit down with Al and Malfoy who were still at the tables. They were silent. They were boring. 

I sighed, and said, “Al…”

No response.

“Al?”

No response.

“Al!”

No response.

“AL!!!!” 

No response.

“I’m pregnant.” I said softly.

“WHAT?!?!?!?!?” Al bellowed, whipping his head around to look at me.

“Thank you for finally gracing me with your attention Al,” I said dryly.

He smiled sheepishly.

“Me and Scor were having a staring contest.”

“HOW OLD ARE YOU?!” I asked incredulously.

Al’s cheeks tinted the lightest of pinks. If I didn’t know him as well as I did, I wouldn’t have noticed it.

“Anyway. I gotta get my food out of the oven.”

“’Kay.”

I got up, rolling my eyes, and walked slowly back to the oven, taking out the sizzling pieces of chicken out of the frying pan, and putting them on a plate. I turned off the oven, and took out the cookies, gently placing them on another plate.

I took the two plates over to Al and Malfoy, and sat down. Al reached for a cookie, after finishing his first piece of chicken.

I was chewing on my fried chicken, and it was good, and I was happy, and content.

After my 3rd piece, I grabbed a cookie, boxed everything else up, and go up, swinging my bag over my shoulder, leaving the boys to follow.

I skipped all the way to D.A.D.A., and crashed into James.

“Hey Rosie Posy,” he greeted me brightly.

“Call me that again, Potter, and you are dead,” I said threateningly.

“,Right.”

I put the box of food in his hand, and went into the classroom, because Prof. Mat. had opened the door.

Time for some fun.

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Hi all,

I am sincerly hoping that this chapter will be validated before the Holiday Break, but I really doubt it.

Anywho, if it's after the Holidays, I hope you all had fun celebrating whatever holiday you celebrate. If it's before the holidays, I hope you all have fun celebrating whatever holiday you celebrate.

Anyway, I don't really have anything relevant to say, as of today (12/18) but if I think of something, I'll edit the chapter.

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Um...

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Chapter 9: D.A.D.A., Duels, and Dinner
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“Alright, class, settle down. Settle down!!” called Prof. Mat.

I sat down in my usual spot in the front of the classroom, waiting for the class to start.

When everyone shut up, Professor Matthews continued, “Today, I’m going to partner you up according to your grades of the O.W.L.S., for a duel, to see how much information flew out of your heads this past summer.”

I looked around, and grinned when I saw a few sheepish grins.

I smirked when I saw that both Liv and Via were one of those people.

I turned back to the front when P.M. started reading off names.

“Avery, Bellaire. Connors, Cormack. Morgan, Potter. Dom Weasley, Nott. Roxie Weasley, Goyle. Winters, Zabini. Josh McLaggen, Harris. Roger McLaggen, Harmony. Jordan, Gramm. Rosie Weasley, Malfoy. Wesley, Van Duff.”

I scowled. First calling me Rosie, then pairing me up with Malfoy for a duel?! Did he want to deal with a death? Oh well, this would be good practice for the Duel Club.

“Now we are going to duel outside, because I don’t need any wayward curses or hexes breaking my possessions. Take everything, you will be going straight to dinner after!” with that said, he marched out of the classroom, leaving some groans behind before everyone got up and followed.

I was walking with Dom, Rox, Via, and Liv when Al ran up to me.

“Hey Rosie, would you mind not killing Scorpius today?” he asked hopefully.

So the anger was evident on my face.

“Sure Al,” I said innocently. He grinned and stopped to wait for his friends. 

“He is so dead,” Via stated bluntly.

“Too right,” agreed Rox and Liv.

“Hey he has a … yeah, your right, he’s dead,” Dom said.

I rolled my eyes.

“Duh,” I answered simply.

We stepped into the courtyard, and every group spread out, getting ready for the duels.

Malfoy’s going down.

We watched all of the other groups go first, as Prof. Mat. said we should go in grade order. Luckily the worst grade in this class was an A acceptable. Me and Malfoy having the highest grades, had to go last.

Avery won hers. Melisa Avery was very pure-blood physco, and a dumb blond Slytherin slut. She was very desperate for Malfoy, and erm… slept around a LOT. 

Michael Cormack won his. He was a cute but clueless blonde Hufflepuff who also was known for cheating.

Liv won hers, but I have the tiny suspicion that Al let her win. You know with his crush and everything…

Dom won hers, and gave Willy a kiss on the lips for a ‘good game’.

Roxie won hers hands down, and gave Chase a good ol’ snog on his lips for a ‘good game’.

Via won hers, and being the flirt that she is had a long snog with Marcus, until Matthews started yelling at them. The jumped up, and ran behind a rather large tree, and continued in peace.

Thomas Harris won his, leaving McLaggen very upset. Tommy was another cute-but-not-hot guy, who had the boyish look to him with his round face and blue eyes. He kisses good, and was a Gryffindor.

Summer Harmony won hers, again leaving another McLaggen very upset. Summer was a good friend of mine, and shared a dorm (well, when I actually slept in my dorm.) She had dark brown-almost black hair, and they contrasted greatly with her almond shaped blue eyes and very pale complexion. She was like Megan a lot in personality, and would have sat with us for at least one meal, but was sick with the stomach flu for the first few days.

Leah Jordan won hers. Leah was Lee Jordan’s daughter. She was friends with Freddie and Jamie did commentary on all of the Quidditch games, just like her father. Nickolas Gramm was a pouty Hufflepuff who freaked that he got beaten by a girl. Loser.

Michelle Wesley won hers, against her best friend, Nicole Van Duff. They were co-heads of the Scorpius-Malfoy-and-Albus-Potter Fan Club. They were blonde bimbos who only talked about make-up, Malfoy, and Al. They were very dumb, very slutty, and had a record for being caught doing the nasty almost as many times as Dom or Erika. Erika Lestrange was Rodolphus Lestrange’s niece and was the biggest whore in the school. Dom just liked doing it. In her own way, she was kinda a slut, but oh well… Erika and Dom hated each other. Almost as much as me and Malfoy!

Speaking of which, it was our turn. Everyone gathered around the dueling area, and Professor Matthews put up shields, to protect them. He was a smart man.

I sauntered up to the center of the dueling rank, shaking my hips, and put my hair up in a high bun. Malfoy strutted over, and we crossed wands, took fifteen steps back each, turned to face our partner, bowed swiftly, and began.

We both started sending hexes and curses and jinxes over, no matter if it was from first year, or overly advanced stuff that you don’t learn until your third year of auror training.

Multicolored jets of light flashed around the courtyard, and I put up a shield. I started firing the newest spells I had learned from my family, and I could see the concentration on Malfoy’s face. But I was struggling too. I could feel almost everyone of his spells hit my shield, but it was strong. I held it up using some of my inner magic that I had, that way I could use more of the wand’s power on him. I sent a disarming spell at him, again and again. I sent body bind, bat boogey, and stun. I sent every spell my Uncle Harry and my mum and my dad and all of my family plus Teddy knew. After about ten minutes, I was sweating, and my bun was gone, my hair spilling out around my face. I sent Aguamenti at him, and missing the shield, it hit him, spraying him with water. That lost his concentration, and I quickly disarmed him, before I could do anything worse, resulting in a (or multiple) detentions.

I smirked, and we walked up to each other, shaking hands. Well actually, we were playing ‘Crush the Fingers’. It’s quite fun, until I lose. I winced, and he smirked now.

We let go, and turned to our professor, who was looking at us in awe. I felt my well-controlled blush coming on, and I almost ran back over to my friends and Dom and Roxie, to hide behind them. If there’s one thing I hate is being praised by my teachers in public. It makes me feel like a sissy. Especially if they make a comment as to how so very much I am like my mother. Newsflash, I am NOT like my mother, and don’t really have any wish to be. I get too many detentions anyway.

Well anyway, back to my professor’s awe. And everyone else’s, really. Ah well. As much as I hate the bloke, he is as smart as me. We always get the exact score on everything. It sucks.

And the no-teacher-praise thing doesn’t work out if you are doing spells that most accomplished wizards can’t manage. Again, ah well.

“Wow. Well, obviously Rose and Scorpius haven’t forgotten anything,” he said, voice filled with pride and praise. 

You’d think he’d be a little upset that we were practically trying to kill each other, but nooooo I get the professor who’s proud that we put so much work into out duel.

And just for the record, I could actually do the Killing Curse. I could do all three Unforgivables. Uncle Harry and my dad taught me them in secret, for just in cases. They said I might need them seeing as I was the daughter of two war heroes, and there were lots of people that went free after the war, and would love nothing better than to kill me.

Isn’t that comforting?

Well I learned them on conjured things, as I couldn’t bare to kill innocent animals.

Anyway, aside from the point that my father and uncle taught me illegal curses, my professor was still praising us. (Me and Malfoy that is…)

I rolled my eyes.

“Well, class is dismissed, but I hope that everyone will fight exactly the same way as Rose and Scorpius, here, “He said, “But don’t kill each other,” He added as an afterthought.

So he had noticed.

Huh.

Anyway.

I won!!!

For that I won’t prank Malfoy for the whole rest of the day!!!

Uhhh…

Maybe…

Well, I’ll try.

I walked out of the courtyard with Dom and Rox, leaving a Via who was still snogging Marcus, and a Liv who was sorta flirting with Al, who was sorta flirting with her, both of their faces light pink.

Awww…

Dom, Rox and I walked the long, worn trail down to Hagrid’s hut, planning on visiting him and Grawp.

“So Rosie that was an amazing duel, the two of you put on,” Stated Rox.

“It looked as if you were trying to kill each other,” added Dom.

“I was, my hair is still blue isn’t it?” I asked, fingering my blue locks.

“Well, even for you, that is a tiny bit extreme…” Roxie said uncertainly.

“And the blue looks good on you,” commented Dom.

“I like the blue, but knowing that Malfoy did it to me, makes me dislike it, so much more than I like it. I think that when it fades though, I’m gonna keep up with the colors, green, orange, purple, etc etc; I hate my hair,” I said, rambling on a little.

“Awww Rosie, I love your hair! It’s the most beautiful shade of red ever, and it makes your eyes look amazing!” gushed Roxie.

“And we are going to just ignore the very confusing bit at the beginning of your little rant,” Dom said laughing.

I grinned, but didn’t comment as we were already at Hagrid’s.

We banged on the door, still laughing softly.

“’ello girls!” Called Hagrid cheerfully when he finally opened up the door.

We walked in when he stepped aside, me getting a confused look, but no comment.

I groaned.

“So wha’ brings you girls ‘ere on a Monday?” He asked curiously. All of the Wotters usually visit him every Friday evening.

“We wanted to visit you,” Dom said innocently.

“Wha’ever you broke, I’m not helping you fix it,” he said sternly, but with a twinkle in his beetle black eyes.

“We didn’t break anything!” exclaimed Dom indignantly.

Hagrid turned to me, and I nodded in agreement.

“We didn’t.”

“So Rosie, why is your hair blue?” he asked, looking at me. 

I heard snorts come from my cousins.

“Malfoy replaced her shampoo with one of dad’s newest products. It doesn’t fade away for about four weeks, and can’t be fixed with magic,” Rox explained.

He chuckled, and said, “I remember your father, he and his brother both fell out of their boat on the way to the castle in their first year. It’s the mark of a trouble maker. The marauders and Lily and Marlene, and Alice, and Frank, and Hazel fell out too. That was a long time ago… I wonder why Harry ‘nd Ron ‘nd Hermione ‘nd Ginny and Neville and Luna never fell out, they caused a lot of trouble in their days…”

So that’s why Hagrid cracked up when Rox, Dom, Malfoy, Al, and I fell into the lake on the way to Hogwarts for the first time. Liv and Via and Megan and Lor and Xander and Sam and Stephanie did too. That explains so much…

Evidently Teddy and Tory, and Jamie and Fred fell out too, and Louis did, and Hugo and Lily did, and just this year Lucy fell into the lake for her very first time.

Yep, that explains so much.

Wait.

What did he mean our parents caused so much trouble in their day?

“Hagrid, what do you mean my parents and Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny and the whole lot of them caused a lot of trouble in their day?!” I demanded.

“Uh… Oh! Look at the time, you three must get going, I have things to do!” He exclaimed nervously, shoving Dom, Rox, and I out of his cabin, slamming the door behind us.

“Well that was incredibly rude,” Dom said simply.

“We will get to the bottom of this. Later though, it’s six thirty, and time for dinner,” I declared.

We all laughed, and started our way back up to the castle.

“Race you!” I called when we were about a hundred and fifty meters away from the castle.

“We all know you’re gonna win, but okay,” Dom said with mock-exasperation.

We took off, me in the lead, Dom and Rox behind, toward the castle, screaming, and laughing, and yelling random thoughts and things.

I won, just as Dom said I would, and collapsed on the stairs leading into the Entrance Hall. I stayed there, gasping for air.

I heard Dom’s footsteps come nearer, tailing Roxie, and suddenly I saw Rox’s shoes before she collapsed on top of me.

I groaned, and Dom collapsed on top of the both of us causing me to let out a small ‘oof!’ of noise, causing us all to laugh, while still gasping in air. Really, five hundred feet isn’t that much for me, I run a lot, but when I was screaming and laughing, and under two 110 lb girls, it is a little exhilarating.

Oh well.

We stayed there for about ten minutes, me mainly because I couldn’t move from out of beneath my cousins, and finally got up when Dom did, followed by Rox, and lastly me.

I looked at them, and myself and deemed us too dirty to go to dinner, so after a quick ‘scorgify’ and some transfiguring of outfits, we were finally ready for dinner.

Basically, we were in the same outfits of the dare, but slightly more appropriate.


Sorta.

It was how we always ate dinner.

We strutted into the Great Hall, me in the lead again, ‘cause I’m the oldest, drawing the attention of everyone in it.

I could almost feel the excitement of all of the guys fifteen years or older.

It was sad, really.

Pathetic.

Oh well.

I seem to be saying that a lot.

Oh well.

ARG!

Screw this.

I walked over to the Slytherin table, while Dom and Rox walked over to the Gryffindors.

Some guys looked really excited.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, Tory had taught us well.

I walked straight up to Al, grabbed him by the arm, and dragged him out of the Hall, leaving the confused stares behind.

“Rosie, what was that for?!” He asked incredulously.

I noticed he still had a chicken leg in his hand, grabbed it, and lobbed it away.

“Are you or are you not going to ask out Liv?! I saw you guys sorta flirting, and I need to know!!” I asked in whisper yells, because if someone were to hear me, everything would be bad.

“I can’t ask her out!” Al said, clearly frustrated.

“Why the bloody hell not?!” I screamed.

“What if she doesn’t want to date me?” he asked again, in the same small, defeated voice as before.

I almost laughed at the situation I had.

Here was Al the Playboy, worrying about whether or not my best friend Liv, who was more of the quiet type, even though she’s not silent, wants to date him; when Liv keeps asking me the same exact question whenever I tell her to make a move on Al. They were both absolutely besotted with each other, but couldn’t even see it, because they were scared of rejection. That’s both cute and sad in a strange way.

“She does! I know she does, and if you don’t successfully ask her out by the end of dinner, I will do it for you!” I exclaimed, only to have Al’s hand clamp over my mouth when I got too loud.

Bloody cousins, having to bloody like my friends, who bloody like them back and can’t even see it!!!!

I swear if James ends up liking Via, I am going to scream and strangle him.

Oh yeah.

It is so pathetic.

“Now go!” I yelled, giving Al a little push towards the Ravenclaw table, following when he finally started walking on his own.

We finally reached my friends, and I sat down, glaring at Al, silently daring him to back out so I could do it for him, and embarrass him.

He would only be mad with me for about a day.

Small loss.

He cleared his throat, and said, “Um, Liv, can I, uh, speak to you?”

Her eyes widened and her cheeks tinted pink, before she looked up at him, and said in a semi-steady voice, “Sure, Al.”

She got up and followed him out of the Great Hall.

I rolled my eyes.

Ignoring the questioning looks of my friends, I started shoveling food into my mouth, not even bothering to complain that there was no fried chicken.

“What was that all about?” asked Megan.

“I’ll tell you later,” I said through my grilled chicken.

I scowled at the non-fried meat, but continued eating.

It wasn’t bad, it just wasn’t fried.

Oh well.

“So where were you and your cousins, Rox and Dom, for clarification?” asked Lorcan.

“We went to visit Hagrid. Oh yeah! He was telling us how falling out of the rowboat on your way to Hogwarts for the first time was the mark of the trouble maker. And he trailed off, wondering why mum, dad, Harry, Ginny, Neville, and Luna never fell out of their boats, because they apparently caused a LOT of trouble in their day,” I said in a rush.

“Whoa, our parent’s were trouble makers?” Asked Sam, indicating to me, him, Steph, Lor, and Xander.

“Evidently,” I sniffed.

I was extremely upset that my mother would tell me to stay out of trouble when she got into a LOT of trouble in her day.

Oh well.

“Screw this!” I screamed, causing my friends and a portion of the Great Hall to stare at me.

“What?” asked the ever-caring Megs.

“Never mind,” I mumbled.

“Okay…” Via said.

I finished shoveling food into my mouth, and magic-ed a Puking Pastille into Willy’s food, causing him to puke all over Malfoy.

I laughed, and stood up to leave, my friends following behind me.

We walked back to the common room quietly.

It was gonna be a long night.

And I had another meeting with the Dream Team.

I groaned.

Curse my mental cousins!

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A/N: Hola! People of the earth!

I hope you all had nice holidays, and they were filled with happiness and joy and peace.

I just realized (well, technically I realized it about a week after my last chapter  was validated, but you know,) that I haven't written a disclaimer (at least, I don't think I did...).

So:

Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. If you haven't figured that out yet, I feel bad for you.

ONWARDS WITH THE ANNOUNCEMENT!

*Screams a battle cry that resembles that of an ostridge mating call and assumes battle stance*

Okay.

So here's the deal.

I don't really like my first chapter, but I don't know if I should change it. What do you guys think?

Also, um, Dom is French. Somewhere in the distant future of this story (you know, like in chapter 17, or something of that nature) there will be a lot of French 'conversations' (arguements). I just wished to tell you this, and I will have a key thing (I don't know what it's called at this moment. Long story and many ramblings short; It will tell you what each French phrase means, according to an online translator.) I think it's pretty accurate, but you know, if it isn't (when that time comes) tell me. 

The key thing-y (Just go with it, okay?) will be at the early of the chapter.

Yes, I realize that this is a bit (haha. bit. ha.) early to be telling you this, but I am prolonging my farewell.  I will most likely post that a few time in the future too.

Well, I must be off.

Tally- Ho!

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Please review!

Thanks so much for reading! I have over 1200 reads! Thankyou for sticking with me and my amaturish story.

But, siriusly, I do have to run.

Bye, for now!

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Chapter 10: Long Nights and Some Crying
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I was sprawled across the couch, with Via sitting on my legs, Megan sitting in the armchair to my left, and Steph sitting in the armchair to my right. Sam was sitting on the floor grumbling about us bloody girls, and Lor was stretched out under the coffee table, while Xander was laying on the coffee table. 

We had the seats closest to the fireplace. Evidently, I’m scary. There were a bunch of second years sitting here, but when we walked in, they ran away.

I didn’t even do anything!

Oh well.

“So what do you think you’ll be doing at the meeting tonight?” asked Lor curiously.

“Lor, you know these meetings are top secret. Totally confidential. Can’t tell you. Sorry,” I said.

“Why do you think Dom hates me?” asked Xander.

Why does he have to get into awkward topics?!

Why, oh why?

“Ummm,” I said brilliantly.

Wow Rose, you leave the world in awe of your brilliant wit.

“You don’t have to answer now, but I kinda would like to know,” he said.

“Well,” Wow today is my day!

Note the sarcasm.

See, Dom and Xander used to be as close as Al and I are. We all know how hard it is to get that close. They were best friends, ‘attached at the hip’. Then one day, they got into a huge blowout. No one knows what it’s about. But after that, they sorta drifted away, and both of them hated each other. But then after about a year, Xander’s hatred sorta faded away, leaving Dom’s hatred a one-sided thing. We still don’t know why she hates him, or what the argument was about. It’s a forbidden subject in our family. But everyone does hope that it will get better. I do too.

“So where do you think Liv is?” I asked them, looking around.

As soon as the words left my mouth, Liv came clambering in the entrance of the common room, kinda upset.

“Stupid, bloody POTTER!” She yelled, frightening some of the younger kids.

All of the older kids were used to this by now. The noise, not Liv cursing my cousin.

Liv stomped up to our dorms, and Megs, Via, Steph, and I rushed to follow her, sending apologetic looks at the boys who nodded in understanding, Sam running to the couch.

The dorm door slammed shut, and we reopened it, closing it softly behind us.

“Liv?” I asked cautiously.

“STUPID BLOODY POTTER!!! ROSE I HATE YOUR STUPID BLOODY COUSIN!!” She screamed.

Liv was never one for crying, but right then, she burst into hysteric tears, sobbing on her bed, while all of us girls were patting and rubbing her back.

We stayed like that for a long while, me completely ignoring the fact that the meeting started a half hour ago.

It was eleven when Liv finally cried herself dry.

“Honey do you wanna tell us what happened?” asked Megan softly.

Liv shook her head, and we all nodded. She would tell us when she was ready.

“Ro, you have to get to that meeting,” she told me softly.

“I don’t have to, my cousins are far too afraid of me to get angry,” I said, trying to make her smile.

She did smile, a small, sad one, but it was a smile, and I smiled back.

“No, Ro, go. I’m better. I’m just gonna take a walk.

Liv only took walks when she was real upset or confused. It consisted of her walking to the RC changing rooms, and falling asleep on the couch after taking a shower in the girl’s locker rooms. We all had p.j.s there too, as we all did that when we need to be alone.

We nodded, and Liv got up, and walked back down to the common rooms, where she left.

“Ro, after the meeting, you have to kill that cousin of yours,” Via said bluntly.

I nodded again, in agreement, and set off to the meeting, where I was an hour late, but I still was walking at a slow pace.

My cousin was so stupid sometimes.

He had one more chance.

ONE MORE CHANCE.

Then I would proceed to murder him, and tell Liv that he liked her, then proceed to get murdered for murdering Al, because Liv was angry that I knew and didn’t tell her, and that I murdered the bloke that she liked.

And after both my and Al’s deaths, our family would go mad in various ways.

I won’t get into that now, though.

I walked into the common room, rubbing my temples, and almost immediately, James and Fred jumped up to let me have it for being so late.

They opened their mouths, but noticed the slightly defeated expression on my face.

Their mouths closed, and they proceeded to hug me silently.

I tried to put all of my problems into that hug, and it made me feel loads better.

We stood like that for about five minutes, when I broke apart, I gave them a sad smile.

I walked toward my family who were watching us, and Freddie and Jamie followed, most likely giving them signs not to ask.

“I can’t stay long, I have to go murder Al,” I said.

They all nodded.

Apparently me killing my favorite cousin, and one of their cousins wasn’t important.

I sighed, and put my head in my hands, before lifting it up, and smiling at them.

“James. Truth or dare?” I asked calmly.

“Dare, of course,” He said confidently.

“I dare you to dress up like a fairy, and Fergalicious to the Great Hall tomorrow at lunch."

“No problem, but what exactly are the lyrics to that song? I forgot,” he said sheepishly.

I quickly jotted them down, and handed them to Jamie, with the spell for making the song play in the Hall while he was singing.

He quickly glanced at them, and grinned.

“No problem.”

Fergalicious is a muggle song, but most of the Hogwarts population knew it, ‘cause it was something of a theme song for Dom, Rox, and I.

We never claimed to be normal!

The meeting went on for about two hours, and it was one in the morning when I said, “Jamie, I need your invisibility cloak,”

“Sorry Ro, no can do,” He replied haughtily.

I glared at him, “James, I am not in the mood, I. NEED. THE. INVISIBILITY. CLOAK!” 

He ran up the stairs to get it, all while muttering about abusive, controlling cousins.

“And that, Lily darling, is how you control your brother,” I said in an overly exaggerated English accent.

She nodded, eyes wide at my triumph.

“Here Ro,” Jamie said, panting a little from running, handing me the invisibility cloak.

I smiled at him angelically, and threw on the cloak, and marched out the common room.

I knew the meeting would go on for about two more hours, but I did have to talk to my cousin.

I skipped all the way to the dungeons and whispered the password.

When the opening opened, I marched in the common room, and up the stairs.

When I got to Al’s bed, I put a silencing charm on him, and dragged him out of bed, and back down to the common room.

I took the silencing charm off of him, and sat down on the couch, whereas sorta crumpled down onto an armchair.

“What happened?” I asked softly. He seemed more defeated than the last time.

“I am such an idiot!” he exclaimed, in a very sad tone.

“Nice of you to finally come to terms with that, what happened?” I asked again.

“Me, being the idiot, couldn’t ask out Liv. I got so close, but changed my mind after the last minute, and asked her, ‘are you a fan of unicorns?’ What is wrong with me?!”

I stared at him for a moment before coming to terms with what he said.

Then I burst out laughing.

The playboy, Al, girl charmer, couldn’t even ask out Liv. My Liv. Quiet, but strong. It is still so strange that my Liv could make Al squirm and she didn’t even know.

Wow.

Al was glaring at me.

“I’m sorry. But it’s funny! The playboy, Al, girl charmer, couldn’t even ask out Liv. My Liv. Quiet, but strong. It’s strange,” I explained, excluding the part about her making Al squirm.

Didn’t need to make him feel that bad.

“What should I do?” he asked.

It’s a sad day when your cousin, who, as I keep saying, is a playboy, and a girl charmer, comes to you asking advice for picking up a girl. Especially when said girl is one of your best friends.

“You should leave her alone for a few days, and let her get back on her feet. I don’t want to make you upset, but you really upset her. She thinks you’re playing with her,” I explained.

“Okay,” he said, running a hand through his hair.

I patted him on the back, and kissed his forehead.

Then I got up, and heaved him up, dragging him back to his dorm.

“Hey Ro?” he said quietly, as I was leaving.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

I smiled and left the Slytherin dungeons, and walked outside of the castle, toward the RC changing rooms.

I was covered in Jamie’s invisibility cloak, and I felt free.

When I got there, I walked toward the couch where Liv was sitting on, silently, and I sat down next to her.

She looked at me, and smiled sadly, but said nothing.

I smiled back, a small smile, and rubbed her back, while she leaned on me.

I always had a comforting aura, except, of course, when I’m on a murderous rampage, and Liv and I just sat there all night, me silently comforting her, and her silently thinking, thanking me.

We never spoke, but Liv ended up falling asleep, both of us huddled on a couch, and I kept rubbing her back until I saw the morning sunshine start to come up. I drifted off to sleep, knowing that I would only be able to sleep for about an hour before I woke up again, but knowing that the lack of sleep tonight was put to good use.

Except for the Dream Team meeting.

But if my night was filled completely with sadness, I would probably die.

Figuratively.

I drifted off to sleep, thinking, what a long night.

I had a lot of work to do.

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Chapter 11: Fairies, Songs, and Regular Mornings
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After about an hour of sleep, I got up and let Liv’s head fall back down towards the couch, stretched, and levitated her and slowly, but silently carried her to the RC common rooms. While I was walking, I had some time to think.

I realized that:

a) Al was in love with Liv

Yes I say love.

b) Liv was in love with Al

Yes, I still say love.

c) They were both too afraid to make a move

d) I would probably end up interfering

e) I shouldn’t interfere

f) Fred was in love with Megs.

Well, that’s not good.

Yes I say love.

g) Megs was in love with Fred.

Wow.

Yes I say love.

h) They were both too afraid to make a move

i)James would be dressing up like a fairy in a few hours’ time, and singing Fergalicious.

That’s a problem in itself.

j) If James falls in love with Via, I will slap him. Then scream.

I hope he doesn’t have issues asking her out.

After I slap him. Then break his eardrums.

And finally,

k) I should really start taking walks in the morning, they help me sort out my problems.

I got to the RC tower, and into the common room, and I slowly made my way up to the dorms where I placed my friend on her bed.

I grabbed a piece of parchment, and wrote, 

Don’t worry.
Everything will work out eventually.
Just hang in there.
Love, Ro.

I placed it on her uniform, grabbed mine, and tip-toed to the showers.

I quickly washed my hair, scrubbed my face, and shaved, before I was done.

I got out, dried myself, put on my uniform, went through the usual shortenings of it, and dried my hair before pulling it up into a messy bun. I looked at my reflection in the mirror.

I was a blue haired girl with an extremely short skirt and a shirt who’s top three buttons were undone.

Wonderful.

I pulled off my skirt and put on fish net stockings, and extremely high heels. Stilettos. Those ones that your grandma calls ‘slut shoes’. I pull my hair into two high messy bun/ pigtails and apply heaping makeup on my eyes. Blue eyeliner and blue mascara and black eye shadow. Then slather on dark purple/black lip gloss. I pull on my skirt, re-shorten it, and walked out of the bathroom, satisfied. 

I checked my watch.

7:30.

Time to go through my usual morning wake-up calls.

I woke up Via, Steph, and Megan. I nodded to Liv, and told them to leave her.

They nodded, and I left. 

Mission 1: success.

I skipped down the stairs, turned right and skipped up the stairs to the boys’ dorm.

I burst in, and started screaming.

Now, you may be wondering why I started screaming.

Was there a room full of spiders?

No.

Was there a dead mangled body on the ground?

No.

Did Voldemort apparate in?

No.

It’s just how I wake the boys up.

Just then five crashes were heard, and I looked over to see all five boys on the floor, glaring at me.

I smiled at them, stopped screaming, and skipped out.

Mission 2: success.

I ran down the stairs and out the common room, much to the amusement of many people who were up, having heard my scream. It pretty much helps the whole tower. They all get up!

I ran to the Gryffindor tower, and up the girl’s dorms. I started with Dom and Roxie.

I shook Rox awake, and she ran into the bathroom before Dom was up.

I grinned.

I started shaking Dom, and her eyes slowly fluttered open.

“You should really wear more make-up. And your uniform is way too long,” she said.

I rolled my eyes.

I never wore make-up. (except for when my hair wasn’t it’s natural color, which happened more than you think) And of the three (or four including Lily) my uniform was always the most appropriate.

Besides the Kissing Bandits (which Dom was most certainly not), there was another nickname for us. (Not with Lily) The Triple S’s. It was pathetic, but it described us better.

S:sporty. S:slutty. S:sensitive.

I was sporty, ‘one of the guys’. I was known for preferring to go play a sport, muggle or wizard, than to go shopping or snogging. I was almost always caught in one of my guy cousin’s pair of sweats, and tee-shirts. I could beat up any guy I wanted with a wand or with my bare hands. I guess that’s why I could never stay in a relationship with someone for so long. I was too much of a guy. Some guys liked that quality in me, but whatever.

Dom was slutty, and even with our reputation of never giving a guy more than a snog, I (and so many others) had caught her in the process of doing it soooo many times. I guess with a sister like Tory, what can you expect? I love Tory, but both her and Dom embrace their inner slutty-ness. If that makes sense. Lily was most likely to become like Dom and Tory. They were her role models. Poor Uncle Harry. His only daughter. 

Roxie was sensitive. She was always the comforting one in our child hood, and she fell the hardest for someone. She was the girl you went to if you had problems. She was one of those people who always lent a shoulder to cry on, and had a hug for the sad. She was quiet, but strong, and in an argument, would stay silent until someone included her, when she would yell and scream and rant. I loved her.

I skipped out dorm, after I made sure that Dom was actually getting up.

Mission 3: successful.

And down to Lily’s.

I shook her gently, and she sat up, smiling.

“Good dream?” I asked, smirking.

“Wonderful,” she declared.

“About Lor?”

“Obviously.”

I smirked again, and skipped out, but not before calling, “DON’T FALL ASLEEP!”

She won’t.

Mission 4: successful.

I jogged up to Jamie’s and Freddie’s dorm, and proceeded to dump buckets of water on all five boys.

Mark Wood proceeded to hit on me, and I kissed him on the cheek before I turned to James who was grumbling about bloody cousins. Namely me. I smiled and said, “Jamie, don’t forget your dare at breakfast."

“I won’t,” I kissed him on the cheek, and kissed Freddie on the cheek and ran out.

Mission 5: successful.

I fell down the stairs, and landed on the landing of the 5th years. I walked in, smoothing down my skirt, and dragged off the blankets of Louis.

He may be attractive after he cleans up, but when I wake him up, his a sight.

He was 1/8 veela.

Just like Dom and Tory.

He groaned, “Just five more minutes, Ro.”

“Five more minutes my arse, I will dump a bucket of ranch dressing on you if you don’t get up in. THREE. TWO.”

He was up.

“See you later Lou,” I said.

I proceeded to hurl a water balloon at each of the other four boys, and ran out.

Outside the door, I heard their grumbles.

Mission 6: successful.

I started to descend the staircase down to Hugo’s dorms, but fell again.

I landed on the landing of the 4th years. I walked in, re-smoothing down my skirt.


Didn’t need to flash fourteen year olds.

They were obsessed with me as it is.

All four of the boys were always, and I mean always, at my house, and staring at me. It was quite amusing. Over the summer, I got four servants though…

I started singing an extremely high pitched note.

I was a rather good singer.

My brother threw his pillow at me, then muttered about not having a pillow to lay back down on. He dragged himself out of bed and to the bathrooms.

I smiled, and continued singing until all four other boys were up, and staring at me.

“Get ready,” I commanded, and they all hopped to it.

I love fourth year boys.

Except for Hugo.

He never does anything for me.

I strutted out of the dorm, shaking my hips a little.

What?

I’m just having some fun.

Mission 7: successful.

I strutted down the stairs, then tripped and fell for the third time. I landed in the 3rd year’s landing, got up, swung a leg over the banister and slid down the rest of the way.

I love stairs.

Except for when they’re trying to kill me.

When I reached the bottom, I forgot to jump off, and slid off in a heap.

No matter!

I jumped up, and walked out of the common room as if nothing out of the ordinary happened. Which was true. This was how every morning was. Even the weekends. Except for on the weekends, it usually happened around noon.

I skipped down to the dungeons, and uttered the password.

I sauntered into the common rooms, and up the staircase. 

I didn’t fall this time!

“Oof!” I exclaim.

Never mind.

Oh well.

I made it up the stairs in one piece and strut into the boys’ dorms.

“JAMES POTTER IS IN THE COMMON ROOM DRESSED AS A GIANT BABY!!” I scream.

All five boys are up in a flash, trying to get past me to see James.

James isn’t really in the common room dressed as a giant baby.

I laugh, and kiss all of them on the cheek besides Malfoy.

I stick my tongue out at him.

“Get ready, blokes,” I say in a commanding voice. 

They all roll their eyes finally realizing that there is no James dressed as a giant baby in the common room.

Took them long enough.

They all head to the bathrooms, but stop, and turn slowly to see me again.

What?

“What?” I asked, perplexed as to why they were staring at me.

Al is utterly shocked.

“Rosie, cover up!” he exclaimed, when the guys’ shock turned to oogling.

Oh.

My outfit.

Well…

That explains it.

I flashed my megawatt smile, and all of the boys (minus Malfoy) started drooling.

I struck a few poses, ones that would get me murdered by my father, then strutted out of the room, waggling my hips.

“See you later, boys,” I called.

Mission 8: successful.

I sauntered down the stairs, falling again, and out the common room, earning more gawking stares from the guys, evil glares from the girlfriends of said guys, and smiles from any girl who’s single or my friend.

Well. Today seems like a good day.

I sauntered all the way to the Great Hall, and plopped onto a bench, ignoring the raised eyebrows of all the professors that knew me personally.

They don’t even bother yelling at me anymore. And, they don’t tell my dad, ‘cause they would get screamed at by an angry red head named Ron Weasley for knowing about my ‘antics’.

I grinned hugely, and started stacking food onto my plate.

I was in the middle of a relatively calm meal when Malfoy and Al plopped down across from me.

“What are you Slytherins doing here,” I asked whilst buttering my toast.

“It’s good to see you too, dear cousin,” Al said sarcastically while taking my toast and biting into it.

“Yeah, yeah. Why are you here?” I asked, rolling my eyes and steeling my toast and biting into it.

I saw my friends walk in and sit away from me, sending me apologetic smiles.

“Al is here because Liv is over there,” Malfoy said easily, taking my toast and finishing it.

I scowled at him before laughing at the sheepish expression on my cousin’s face.

“Ahhh. Lover boy wants to see his girl,” I teased.

Al glared at me and Malfoy as we laughed, before saying, “That’s not the only reason… And she’s not my girl… yet.”

I smirked, “Well if you ever put my plan into motion instead of screwing it up, maybe you’ll get her,” 

The reminder caused Al’s face to turn a bright red.

Whoa. That boy can blush!

I grinned and adopted a dreamy tone, “A girl to call your own, a kiss that makes your heart sing, a heart that belongs to you and you alone, a touch to complete you.”

Malfoy and I laughed as Al scowled and smacked my arm, still blushing.

I love annoying Al, it’s one of my favorite pastimes.

I turned my attention to Malfoy.

“Why are you here?” I asked confused.

“I wanted to inspect those dents again. And I knew you were gonna tease Al, and I wanted to watch,” he replied easily.

I scowled at the dent remark.

They weren’t that bad…

Just then James walked into the Great Hall, wearing a leggy fairy costume.

Well, I guess the dare will take place now.

He ran over to me, causing a lot of looks, and opened his mouth to speak before stopping and taking a good look at what I was wearing.

“Merlin Rosie! Are you taking lessons on how to be a stripper?” he exclaimed a little loudly.

Malfoy snorted while every boy over 15s’ head turned to me hopefully.

I decided to have some fun.

“Of course, Jamie, but I need some guys to practice on,” I said loudly, in my most innocent voice, smiling up at him, fluttering my eye lids.

A whole rush of boys came over to me and they all started talking at once.

I grinned at James and Al, whose mouths were hanging open, and picked out 10 reasonably attractive blokes.

The rest of the guys walked away sadly, and the chosen guys looked as if they won the lottery.

I flashed them my megawatt smile, silently thanking Tory again for teaching me so well.

From the ten boys, I picked one (it was actually Willy, him and Marcus were both guys that came up to me, grinning because they knew that I was playing a game, and that I would pick them) and sat on his lap, telling the others that I would decide when I wanted to practice.

When all of them but Marcus left, I rolled my eyes and sighed exasperatedly.

Marcus plopped himself down beside Al, whose mouth was still hanging open, and helped himself to some food.

I continued eating, while perched on Willy’s lap, occasionally feeding him, like we were lovesick couples.

“You see James? This is why you think before you speak. Now I have to go find that stripper’s outfit again, and give each of those poor lads a lap dance!” I exclaimed at my cousin, who was steadily banging his head on the table, still dressed as a fairy.

“I wouldn’t exactly call those boys ‘poor’,” Willy said cheekily, helping himself to my toast.

“What is it with Slytherins steeling my bloody toast?!” I exclaimed when he was done eating it.

Al laughed.

Then he sobered up when what I said clicked in his mind.

“You’re gonna give those blokes another lap dance?” he asked incredulously.

“Of course! I am practicing to be a stripper, after all!” I said, mocking James.

Al shook his head, and stole my toast.

The third piece of toast!

He took a bite, and I grabbed it back, shoving the whole thing into my mouth before grinning smugly.

Yes, I am still on Willy’s lap.

He rolled his eyes at me and grabbed a sausage off my plate before shoving it into his mouth.

He grinned smugly.

Then he slowly turned to his big brother who was still dressed as a fairy.

“Um, James, why are you dressed as a fairy?” he asked.

“OH YEAH!” James exclaimed, stopping banging his head on the table.

He jumped up on to the table and put his wand to his throat.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! I HOPE YOU ALL WILL WATCH MY AMAZING ACT OF AMAZINGNESS!!!” He announced.

When everyone was looking at him expectedly, he pointed his wand toward the ceiling, and muttered the incantation that I gave him last night.

The music started playing, and James started singing the lyrics to Fergalicious while dancing the dance moves.

Everyone was cheering and clapping while the professors were staring at him in mild amusement.

“Fergalicious definition make them boys go loco

They want my treasure so they get their pleasures from my photo.

You could see me, you can't squeeze me.

I ain't easy, I ain't sleazy."
Quite a few people began to sing along, surprised that James had a good singing voice. 

I taught him myself.

I snorted at the mentions of boys watching what James 'got', looking in amusment at his brother who was silently repeating, 'I'm not related to him, I'm NOT related to him!' over and over again.

Lovely. 

James is talented, and sounds gay.

Not that there's anythign wrong with that, but, you know....

When Jamie finally finished, he bowed, and the entire Great Hall clapped.

I was still clapping softly when Jamie hopped off the table, and sat down to finish his breakfast.

I thanked Merlin that nothing unusual had happened this morning.

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So, chapter 11!
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I don't own the song 'Fergalicious', thats by Fergie (If you didn't already assume that by the title).
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Chapter 12: News and Dates
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A week before Halloween found me sitting in the middle of the RC table (on it) sewing a dark green polka-dot patch on Al’s favorite sweats that I had stolen last year. I had personalized them, meaning I wrote Rosie in gold thread in cursive on the bum and the right front pocket.

I had told him that Dom accidently fed them to the thestrals.

He believed me.

Suddenly, as I was making the final stitch, the food appeared on the table.

I grabbed a piece of fried chicken and took a large bit of it before returning to the knot I had gotten stuck in the string. I started trying in vain to untangle it without magic before I screamed, and whipped out my wand pointing it at the pants intending to blast them, before Freddie and Jamie appeared in front of me. (No they did not apparate)

"Awww, Rosie, don’t destroy those, you worked so hard on them! Just look at the delicate seam work and stitching you did on your name!” Fred said.

“And the gold and green really bring out your teal eyes!” James added.

It was true. I had these teal eyes. Sometimes, they looked dark blue, almost royal blue, other times, they were almost as green as Al’s. Now they were a mix. They tended to change with my mood.

I thought they were awesome!

I raised my eyebrow at my cousins.

“We really need to hang out with some more guys…” they said together.

I laughed.

“Or you’re just in denial about whether or not you’re straight,” I said solemnly.

They both scowled at the exact same time when they finished working out what I meant.

I laughed.

James took my pants (well, actually Al’s pants) started untangling the knot that was about the size of my fist.

See, I get this enchanted thread, so it never ends, you have to cut it. So when I get knots in it, the knot just keeps getting bigger and bigger while I’m trying to untangle it.

James finished untangling it in about five seconds and handed back my pants (well, still Al’s pants) smirking.

I scowled.

“Well, anyway, we are here to tell you two things,” James said.

“Wonderful. Who did you hex, and how am I supposed to clean it up?” I asked warily.

“We didn’t hex anyone!” Fred exclaimed.

I raised one eyebrow.

"Not recently, anyway…” James trailed off.

My eyebrow went higher.

“FINE! We hexed Brandon Thomas. But only because he said Lily was a nice piece of eye candy that he could do!” Fred exclaimed.

All at once I felt the heat rushing to my face in anger, and I hopped off the table, trying to control it. I gripped my wand, and started storming off to find Brandon.

I hated him more than Malfoy.

Miracle, isn’t it?

But I had good reason.

So here’s the story, shortened, ‘cause I don’t have time to go into details.

He was dating Rox, and took her to a club at Hogsmeade.

He was buying her drinks, and got her really drunk.

Well… when she was drunk, he slept with her.

Then he dumped her, saying that she was awful in bed.

Then he started trying to get me to date him.

It took forever for me to get Roxie to calm down and get over him.

HE TOOK ADVANTAGE OF HER!

HE WAS GONNA DIE, IF HE EVEN SO MUCH AS LOOKED AT LILY AGAIN.

I was half way out of the Great Hall, gripping my wand in one hand and the chicken leg my other, when four hands grabbed me and lifted me up, effectively stopping me.

For now.

Did I mention? Me and Dom were the only ones who know the story.

Fuck.

“Rosie, what’s up?” James asked worriedly.

My face was still red with rage.

With my red hair, I probably looked like an extremely pissed off tomato.

Lovely.

I started struggling, trying to get out of my ‘bonds’.

Too bad my cousins were strong after years of Quidditch practice.

After about five minutes of struggling my very hardest, I gave up, tired.

I need to work out more.

When I slumped in defeat, James and Fred dragged me to an unused classroom.

“What the hell was that?!” James asked, getting straight to the point.

“I can’t tell you,” I said.

“ROSIE, Tell us,” James demanded.

“No, I mean, I really can’t tell you. I’m sworn under magical bindings,” This wasn’t a lie. I actually was sworn under magical bindings.

Dom was too. Rox didn’t want anyone to know.

“Fine. So we still have to tell you two things.” Fred said, upset that I didn’t tell him what’s up.

Like I would tell Fred.

Roxanne’s older brother.

That…

That would not be pretty.

“What are the two things?” I asked, still wary.

“Thing one: we have decided what three polls we are doing this year,” James said.

Every year the Wotters (minus Molly. Duh.) did three polls. What basically happened was we would give every student a form to fill out, for each survey. Then we counted up the results and announced them.

One year, we decided to do favorite Honeydukes candy.

That was fun.

Everyone who filled out a form, attached a sample of the candy.

It was amazing.

And yummy.

Sugar quills won.

Anyway.

“Survey #1,” James started.

“Favorite Holiday Party.” Fred said proudly.

“Boring,” I said bluntly, all anger gone.

“Yes, we all know it’s boring, Red, but we needed a build up for the other two,” James said.

“Continue.”

“Survey #2,” Fred started.

“Favorite Potter Brother,” James said proudly.

I raised my eyebrow.

“What?!” James exclaimed.

“That makes you sound even more conceited!” I exclaimed, mock excitedly.

They rolled their eyes in unison.

I rolled my eyes in return.

“Anyway…” I said expectantly, perching myself up on a desk.

“Survey #3…” They said in a mysterious voice.

“Yes?” I asked impatiently.

“It will take place in March…” They said trailing off.

“YES?” I asked, trying to hide my impending annoyance.

“Hogwarts’ Hottest Hook-ups,” They said together.

“That sounds so wrong.” I said simply.

“Not like that! But we wanted it to be all H’s. It’s technically the hottest couples.”

“Oh. Well, I like that one…” I said thoughtfully.

“We have something else to tell you.” James said.

“Yes?” I said curiously.

“We got Minnie to let us, as in all of Hogwarts, to have a Halloween Ball,” Fred said.

“For our last year,” James added.

I nodded.

“That sounds like fun. I gotta talk to Fred,” I said shoving James out of the classroom.

I quickly put up charms around the room, muttering ancient ones and modern ones alike.

Fred was watching in interest.

“Where’d you learn all those?” he asked.

I ignored the question, finishing with cursing the door, so James couldn’t barge in.

Satisfied, I twirled my wand once, and pocketed it.

I turned to Fred, putting on an intimidating expression. It was my least powerful one, but he looked slightly scared.

I pushed him into a seat and started pacing at the front of the room, my hands folded behind my back.

“What are you going to do about Megan?”

His face heated up.

“Oh. Um. Well.” He said brilliantly.

“Right. I can see you got it all planned out.” I said sarcastically.

He turned redder.

“Well. I want you to ask her to the Ball.” I said simply.

All of the redness ran out of his face, and he was pale white.

Wow.

“What?!” he squeaked.

“I want you to ask he to the Ball.” I repeated.

“Why?” he asked.

“Because you are taking too long.”

“But- .”

“You do it, or I will do it for you. Slowly and embarrassingly.”

He gulped and nodded.

I smiled, and waved my hand once around the room, taking off the protective charms.

Fred watched in awe.

I opened the door, and James fell face forward, landing on the ground.

He had an Extendable Ear.

I rolled my eyes.

I had the Muffilato on.

So instead of hearing a faint buzzing, he heard a real loud buzzing.

Idiot.

“Idiot.” I said.

He picked himself up off the ground and managed to look sheepish.

“The couples will be verified later,” James said.

I rolled my eyes again.

“I need to talk to Red,” James said, shoving Fred out of the room.

When the door was closed, he opened his mouth to speak, but I shook my head, and proceeded with the protection charms, muttering rapidly again.

This time, James watched in awe.

I turned around after I finished and smiled, satisfied.

I plopped myself down on the teacher’s desk, and folded myself up into a ball, waiting for Jamie to speak.

He opened and closed his mouth a few times before blurting out, “ILikeVia!” Real fast.

“What?” I asked, hoping I had heard wrong.

He took a deep breath, and said it slowly.

“I like Via.”

Instead of strangling him, like I so wanted to do, I screamed.

Long, and loud.

James had his hands on his ears, patiently waiting until I was finished.

Bless him, he knew I had to get this out.

After a while of my consistent screaming, James looked at his watch and started tapping his foot.

I stopped, and breathed in very deeply.

Wow.

“Wow, You sure can hold that note for a long time, Red,” James said, impressed, taking his hands off of his ears.

“Well, I practice,” I told him seriously.

Wait. Back to why I was screaming.

“You like Via?!” I demanded.

He rolled his eyes.

Duh.

“Stupid question. So are you gonna ask her to the Ball?” I asked.

“Yep, but I wanna know how,” he said excitedly.

I stared at him for a moment.

Whoa.

What is with my cousins?!

Do they all have to like my friends?!

Oh well.

Who am I to stand in the way of true love?

“So here’s what you do.” I started.

He nodded eagerly.

“You walk up to her.” I said.

He nodded again.

“And…”

He was nodding so fast I thought his head might fall off.

“You say, ‘Via, do y’wanna go to the Halloween Ball with me?’” I finished.

He nodded once more and ran out of the room.

Wow.

I waved my hand again, and took off all the charms, and walked outside where Fred was leaning on a wall, smirking.

He stooped down, and I hopped on his back, him grabbing my feet.

“What was that?” he asked, the smirk still in his voice.

“None of your business…” I said in a bright, happy, innocent voice.

“But Reeed!” he whined.

“But nothing, Freddie, now take me to the Ravenclaw tower.”

He consented, and started toward the tower, bouncing me on every fourth step.

We were both laughing by the time we actually got to the tower.

I answered the question, and dragged my cousin in behind me.

He protested all the way to the couch, and stopped when we got within ear range of my friends.

I left him there for a sec, and ran up to the dorm, throwing open my trunk, and grabbing the Marauder’s Map.

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,” I whispered, pointing my wand to the parchment.

I watched, still amazed, as the ink slowly trailed around the parchment, as if an invisible hand was drawing.

When it stopped, I opened it, and searched for Jamie’s dot.

I found it on the third floor, by the new charms classroom.

You might be wondering why there’s a new charms classroom.

I can sum it up in one word.

Wait.

I can’t.

Well, anyway, it’s Teddy’s fault.

He was never good with charms…

I rolled my eyes and grinned.

I ran down after checking to make sure that Jamie was still there, and skidded to a stop gracefully in front of my friend.

Hahaha. No. I wish that was what happened.

But alas, it didn’t.

What really happened was I was running down the stairs, I tripped and fell all the way to the common room floor, but I got up and continued running to my friends and Fred. I tried to skid to a stop gracefully, but I couldn’t stop, and ended up falling in a heap in front of the fire place.

They all laughed, and Via stood up to help me.

I got up, rubbing my head, and glared at Fred.

He gulped but nodded, and whispered something to Megan.

She turned a faint pink, and followed him out of the common room.

I turned to Via and said, “Via, hon, you gotta go to the third floor charms corridor. NOW!”

She nodded and left, after checking that the coast was clear of Fred and Megs.

Liv, Steph, Sam, Lor, and Xander were staring at me.

“Fred wants to ask out Megan, and James is by the new charms room, looking for Via, cause he wants to ask her out.” I explained.

After a chorus of ‘oh’s’, I plopped down on Sam’s lap.

We started talking about nothing, when Megan came in half an hour later, lips swollen, hair mussed, and outfit wrinkled.

I raised one eyebrow at her and smirked.

“Megs, honey, your hair is a little messed up…” I said innocently.

She flushed red.

Steph caught on, “And your lips are all red and swollen!”

Redder.

The boys caught on, and Xander said, “And your shirt is unbuttoned!”

Redder.

Sam, “And you’re flashing to the world…”
Woa, I thought only redheads could get that red!

“Whoa, I thought only redheads could get that red!” I exclaimed.

She scowled.

I laughed, and us girls took her up to our dorms, waving at the laughing boys.

We got in, and Megs plopped down on her bed, facing us. I sprawled across mine, while Steph just sat in one of the beanbags in the middle of our dorm.

Ys, we had beanbags in the middle of our dorm.

“So, what happened?” I asked.

I needed blackmail details.

“Well, um, we left, and walked silently down to the grounds. We started talking about school work, and stuff, and then he blurted out real fast, ‘Willyougototheballwithme?’ I got it, having listened to you Wotters talk all the time, and said yes. Then we snogged a bit…”

She trailed off, a dreamy look in her eyes.

Steph snorted. “A bit?”

Liv and I snorted too, and Megan’s face, which had slowly returned to its normal color, went red again.

Just then, Via stumbled in, looking even more mussed up than Megan.

I just started laughing.

Steph and Liv joined, and Via plopped herself in a beanbag, her arms crossed, trying to look upset, but still had a slightly dreamy look to her.

Well then.

Via’s face turned a brilliant red. I had never seen her blush more than a faint pink.

I laughed harder.

Steph and Liv too.

After about ten minutes of hysterical laughing, I got up, and left, calling, “I’ll see y’all later! You can tell the story without me, Via…”

She turned red again.

I stepped down the stairs to the common room, and opened a window.

“Accio Phoenix!” I called.

The Phoenix 260 was the newest broom in stock.

My Uncle George sent it to me last week.

He likes me.

Fred complained because he was George’s son and didn’t get one.

I mounted it, and flew out the window, towards the direction of Jamie and Freddie’s dorm.

I got there in record time, and banged on the window.

James jumped up, and let me in, a huge grin on his still-swollen lips.

I was barely inside before I was tackled by my two cousins, who were hugging me in thanks.

“I. Can’t. Breathe!” I choked out.

They laughed, their chests rumbling, and let me go finally, setting me down on the floor.

I mock- smoothed out my outfit. (which was a pair of Louis’ sweats, and Al’s old green hoodie)

They laughed again, and said thanks.

“Well, I just wanted to know what happened, but I gotta go, things to do, people to see, places to go, and illegal trading to handle,” I said.

Well, my trading wasn’t exactly illegal, more like it was forbidden in the school. And the country…

I was currently the head of Hogwarts’ Black Market.

Everyone, and I mean everyone came to me for forbidden supplies.

Not all of it was illegal, (most of it was) but I did get Hagrid a dragon skin cloak. And a dragon.

That took a lot of negotiating.

Anyway.

I re-mounted my broom, and with a wave for my cousins, I flew off.

I landed in the Entrance Hall, and ran down to the dungeons, practically yelling the password, and flying in the common room.

A lot of people looked a little terrified.

I grinned, and they relaxed.

I quickly picked out Al, and grabbed his collar, and dragged him out of the common room.

“Get on,” I said to him, mounting the broom.

He complied, and I flew us out to the pitch.

I stopped at the goal posts, and sat in the tallest one, grabbing my broom, while Al sat next to me.

“You need to ask Liv to the Halloween Ball,” I said, knowing that he knew what I was talking about. Minnie announced it when Jamie and Freddie were telling me about it in the classroom.

He paled slightly, but nodded. He took my broom, and flew off to the Ravenclaw tower, stopping at our window. I saw him in the distance, a tiny figure, and saw him talking to Liv.

She must have said something, because she got on in front of him, and he flew them to the clearing I showed him in third year.

It was in the Forbidden Forest, but was protected, courtesy of me, from any animals that could kill or injure anyone in any way.

I swore, realizing that I was still on top of the goal post, and slowly lowered myself so I was holding on to the bottom of the ring. I slid down, Muggle-Fireman style, the pole, which was about 100ft tall, and screamed in excitement.

I really should do this more often.

I got to the bottom, and let go of the pole, walking out of the pitch, towards the castle.

It suddenly occurred to me that I needed a date.

Well, that sucks.

I don’t even want a date.

But, being me, I had to have one.

I went to the Gryffindor tower and up to Dom and Roxie’s dorm, where they would be, discussing which boy to ask.

I sighed.

Oh well.

It was gonna be a long day.

And here I thought I would be able to relax today!

I sighed again.

Oh well.

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So yes, I have updated this again. I am so proud.
But I was rereading the whole story, and decided it royally sucks in the first 15 chapters, and was wondering if you guys think I should rewrite it all or just continue as it is....
Also, I will update this two more times in a row, before switching to another story. Thought you should know.
Love y'all,
Peace.
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UPDATE 8/6: New image, fixed spacing. You're welcome.

Chapter 13: Mindless Chatter, A Breakdown About Pecans, and Determination
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As soon as I walked into the dorm, I was tackled by Dom, Roxie, Lily, Liv, Via, Megan, Steph, and Monica.

Monica Nathans was a tall, latte colored girl, with dark brown-grey eyes, and long black plaits that reached to her waist.

She was Dom and Roxie’s other dorm mate.

She was beautiful.

And she was smart. She was a lot like Megs.

I loved her.

“Rosie! Rosie, Posie! Rosie, did you hear about the ball on Saturday? We only have seven days to figure out who we are gonna ask, what we are wearing, and what make up we need!” Roxie, Lily, and Dom squealed.

What is with the stupid names?

I groaned, as Dom led me over to her shelf of fashion magazines, muggle and wizard.

The rest of the girls followed, and they all grabbed one.

I threw myself across Dom’s bed, and sat there silently.

It was amusing, but annoying to listen to their chatter about dates, snogs, dresses, shoes, makeup, and accessories.

“Ohmigod! Fred asked me to the Ball!” Megan.

“Ohmigod! James asked me to the Ball!” Via.

“Ohmigod, do you think Josh would make a good date?” Rox.

“Ooohhh, what about Roger?” Dom.

“I’m going with Lor!” Lily.

“Maybe Robbie the Hufflepuff?” Rox.

“I want James and Fred’s dorm mate, Jacob Marshall to ask me!” Monica.

“How long would it take to get Matthew Baxter to sleep with me?” Dom.

“I was thinking a dark purple dress!” Megan.

“OH! I want that silver strapless mini!” Dom.

“I want that baby blue floor length, halter!’ Lily.

“I think this black mini, halter would look nice on me, right?” Rox.

“I bet that brown floor length, strapless would look really good on you Monica!” Via.

“Oh, and Via, this emerald would look amazing on you!” Monica.

Liv sat on the bed beside me, and smiled at me.

I stared.

Liv hadn’t smiled at me since Al’s Second Screw-Up!

Something must have gone right, this time!

I grabbed her arm, and dragged her to the ‘sitting room, that Dom had designed off the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

We could still hear the mindless babble, but I turned my full attention on her.

It took a lot to get my full attention.

Most of the time, I was half out of it.

“What happened?” I demanded.

Well, I was never one for sifting through the details.

“Um, Al picked me up from our room, and flew me out to this amazing clearing in the middle of the Forbidden Forest! It was round, and the grass was so soft, and there was a small creek running through it, and it was covered in these purple flowers! There was a large oak in the center of the clearing, shading a part of it, and we sat under it and just talked. Then he asked, real slowly if I wanted to go to the Ball with him, and I said yes! We kissed for a tiny bit, and just sat there for a while. Then he flew me back to the dorm, helped me in, and kissed my hand. The dorm was empty though, and I had to come here! But only you know so far… I like him so much! And I can’t wait until the Ball!” She was starting to ramble, but I was so happy for her and the fact that I didn’t have to dress up as a pregnant cupid, jump up on the table in the middle of lunch, and serenade her to go to the Ball with Al!

She stopped, and threw her arms around me.

“Thank you. I know, that you had something to do with this! And I am forever grateful. Thanks for helping me through your idiot cousins’ screw ups.” she whispered in my ear.

I hugged her back, and rubbed her back.

I steered us out back into the dorm, that was now chaos, and we sat on Dom’s bed, still hugging, me still rubbing her back.

We broke apart, and she smiled softly, sniffling a little.

I smiled back, truly thrilled that she was finally going on a date with my stupid, idiotic, moronic, clueless, loveable cousin Al.

They needed each other to balance one another out.

I grinned hugely, and fell asleep.

…

I was having the most amazing dream ever!

I was just flying around on my broom (which I need to get back from Al) and looking at the clouds.

Clouds…

They were so soft and white and fluffy.

I reached out, as if to grab one, and ripped a piece off.

I licked it, and realized it tasted like cotton candy!

I started eating all of the pretty, soft, white, fluffy clouds, still flying around on my broom.

I was still licking my clouds, when all of a sudden, a GIANT, purple turkey came flying towards me and started poking me!

I mean, what the fuck?! Turkeys don’t even freakin’ fly!!

I groaned, and slapped the turkey.

It growled, and took a hold of my broom, and pulled.

I woke up to find myself on the floor, staring up at a smirking Dom, and an apologetic Roxie.

I glared, grabbed my blanket, (which was actually Dom’s) from Dom’s hands, and covered myself up again, fully intent on going back to sleep.

The blanket was rudely snatched up again, and I was sprayed with a jet of cold water.

I screamed in fury, and hopped up, glaring at my cousin.

I waved my wand at myself, drying off, and stomped out of the dorm.

I heard them chuckle behind my back.

I stomped down the stairs, and up the boys’ staircase.

I stomped all the way to James and Fred’s room, throwing open the door, and stomping in.

I love stomping.

It is a very efficient way to show that you’re angry.

All five boys in the dorm looked absolutely frightened.

I stomped to Fred’s bed, threw myself on it, and pulled his covers over my head.

I scowled and fell asleep.

…

I continued my amazing fluffy-cloud , and cotton candy eating dream.

I flew around for a long time, eating a LOT of cotton candy.

But the sky was getting darker.

It started to rain.

I noticed that the rain was chocolate syrup!!

I opened my mouth wide, and started drinking up the chocolate syrup, until I accidently flew into a mountain.

It was chilly.

I pulled myself out of the gooey substance, and discovered that the ‘goo’ was whipped cream!

I grabbed a giant spoon, and started lapping up the whipped cream, occasionally stopping to take a swig of chocolate syrup.

Why can’t life be like my dreams?

But all good things must end, I guess…

The mountain started rumbling, and shaking.

I gripped the giant spoon, and wedged it into the ‘ground’, holding onto it, as the earthquake continued.

My grip slipped, and I was hurtling down the mountain, which was still shaking, and landed in a heap at the foot of a giant pecan.

I hate nuts.

I woke up, in horror of the giant nut.

“Rosie?” came a cautious voice.

“FREDDIE, YOU HAVE TO SAVE ME FROM THE GIANT NUT!!!” I screamed, still half in my dream.

I was rudely sprayed with a jet of cold water.

I realized I was still on Freddie’s bed, and started cackling madly.

But then I remembered.

I hopped out of bed and into my cousin’s arms.

“Please, Freddie, save me from the giant nut?” I begged, still terrified of the nut.

I started sobbing in his arms, as he tried to comfort me.

“Rosie?” he asked, scared.

“P…please s…save m…me from t…the … g…giant n…n…nut!” I wailed.

He was rubbing my back frantically.

My sobs picked up, and they were those big ones that I get when I’m seriously sad.

Or scared.

I started trembling when the memory of the nut came back into my mind.

I screamed.

And collapsed into his arms, sobbing hysterically, and occasionally whimpering.

***

(Fred’s POV)

My cousin collapsed into my arms, while sobbing hysterically, and whimpering often.

I was utterly stunned.

And a little terrified.

Rosie didn’t cry often.

And the tears were gushing down her face, and her cheeks were blotching red.

I looked around to James, who was still stunned from shock.

I glanced at my other dorm mates, but seeing that they were all useless, I hopped up,  jogged to the door, shifting Rosie to one arm, so I could open the door.

I ran down the staircase, and out the common room, ignoring the utterly stunned looks from my fellow Gryffindors.

I slowed to a walk as I reached the end of the corridor, and stopped, trying to figure out what I should do.

It wasn’t often that Rose collapsed in tears.

Actually, it never happened.

She was always the strong front; even if she was hurting, she always put on a mask, and put others first.

It was unlike anything I’d ever seen.

My cousin didn’t cry, obsess over her looks, wear makeup, wear girly clothes, simper, or suck up.

She worked for what she wanted and got it. Even if it was an almost illegal way.

So her crying left me at a loss.

Al!

Al would know what to do!

I started off toward the Slytherin commons, and made it there in record time.

I muttered the password, and carried her up toward the boy’s dorms.

The Slytherin common room was empty.

Good. No one to witness my cousin’s breakdown.

I made it to Al’s room, and shifted Rosie’s weight to open the door again.

I walked in, still trying to at least muffle my cousin’s hysterical sobs and shrieks.

I stepped toward Al, who was laying across his bed reading, and kicked the foot rd.

He jumped, and I gave him Rosie, quickly explaining what happened.

Or at least what I knew.

He took her and nodded to me, and I left, making my way out of the room.

***

(Rose’s POV)

I was still sobbing hysterically when I vaguely felt myself being passed to another person from Freddie’s arms.

I whimpered.

I felt hands rubbing my back gently, and knew it was Al.

He was murmuring comforting words, and my sobs slowly settled down to weak sniffles.

His hands were rubbing my back still, when I slowly drifted off to sleep again.

My sleep was dreamless, but I felt Al’s calm presence the whole time.

***

My eyes slowly fluttered open, and I discovered I was still in Al’s cradling arms, and he was slumped forward slightly, sleeping, his hand still slowly making absent minded patterns on my back, still comforting me.

I smiled, and slowly detached myself from Al’s arms, and gently pushed him back into a normal sleeping position, before I skipped out.

When I was in the Slytherin common room, I glanced at my watch, and noticed that it was almost time for dinner.

I ran all the way back to the Gryffindor corridor, and stopped at the girl’s washrooms to fix my eyes.

I cleaned off all of the dried tears, and did a spell to get rid of the redness.

When I was satisfied, I continued on towards the Gryffindor portrait, and said the password (MonkeyBanana) brightly, to the Fat Lady.

I skipped up to Freddie’s and Jamie’s dorm, and ran in, shocking all five boys again.

I grinned hugely at them before saying, “Jamie, Freddie, it’s time for dinner, come with me?”

They nodded, putting down their stuff, and got up, each of them grabbing one of my arms.

They lifted me up, carrying me in between them, and laughing, we made our way to  the Great Hall.

They put me down at the entrance, and I ran ahead to the Gryffindor table, and sat down, gripping my fork in one hand and my knife in the other, staring intently at my plate.

I was still staring at it when Jamie and Freddie sat across from me, Jamie taking my utensils from my hands gently.

Fred smiled and said, “You know, Ro, staring at the plate won’t make the food appear quicker, no matter how hard you stare.”

I scowled quickly, then grinned, “That’s what you think,” I said, never taking my eyes off the plate.

We sat in silence, me staring at the plate, Jamie and Freddie watching me.

I grinned widely when a moment later, my plate filled up with fried chicken.

When I looked up at my cousin’s faces, I laughed out loud. Their mouths were hanging open, because my plate was the only one that had filled up.

I happily grabbed a chicken leg and took a huge bite out of it.

A few blokes almost approached me, probably to ask me to the dance, but never did.

When I was almost done with the chicken, the Great Hall was full, and the plates all contained food.

I was getting up when Dom sat down beside me, quickly scarfed down half a turkey, and a spoonful of mashed potatoes, got up again, and dragged me out of the Hall.

“Oi!” I protested.

But can you blame me? I wasn’t even on my feet, I was literally being dragged out of  the Hall, on my bum, my arm clutched in Dom’s vice like grip.

“DOMMY!” I exclaimed when she dragged me right through some gravy that had found it’s way to the marble floor.

She didn’t say anything, but continued dragging me.

I crossed my arms.

Or…

Well, you know… as best as I could possibly cross my arms…

She dragged me into the classroom that Fred and James had dragged me into last time.

Was it only this morning? I forget…

“One thing,” She said, getting straight to business.

I raised my eyebrow, telling her to continue.

“Do you have a date?” She asked.

Dom usually took care of my wardrobe, makeup, and love life.

See, I didn’t have an issue with any of those things… but… Dom was… umm… very controlling.

For things like Balls and such, Dom bought my dress, my shoes, my accessories. She shopped for my everyday clothes, one of the reasons I spent my life in my guy cousins’ clothes. She also bought my makeup, and monitored what I did with my hair and body. She said I could have a nose piercing and ears, but nothing else, and said NO tattoos. And she told me who I should date, seeing as I had no interest in dating at all.

I was a lot like my Uncle Harry’s godfather, Sirius Black. He was an ultimate womanizer, and didn’t like commitment. Except I wasn’t a womanizer… I was an… um…. manizer…

Ha.

Ha.

I sighed.

Dom typically picked out the boys who would keep my social life as high as she wanted it, or who would look good with me, The Hottest Pairings.

CONTROLLING.

“No, I don’t have a date!” I exclaimed.

She rolled her eyes.

“Well, who do you want to go with?”

I thought for a moment.

“I was gonna go with Sam and Xander as friends…” I said.

Her face contorted with disgust when I said Xander’s name, then changed to shock and exasperation when I said ‘as friends’.

Really though, I don’t like dates, cause then the guy thinks you like him, and you have to go out with him and then dump him.

Too much work, really.

I VOW TO NEVER COMMIT!

“I think-” Dom started.

“I VOW TO NEVER COMMIT!” I yelled, pointing my finger in the air.

She looked at me bemused for a moment, then continued like I hadn’t spoken, “You can either go with one of James/Fred’s dorm mates, one of Al’s dorm mates, or Josh or Roger, depending on who we all ask…”

I groaned.

Such stupid choices.

Though I might go with Willy, Marcus, or Chase.

Just as friends.

But I would have to kiss them for Dom, though.

I groaned.

“You know what? Just go with Scorpius!” She exclaimed happily.

You see, she had this weird theory that me and Malfoy would be a perfect couple.

Ha.

Ha.

Yeah, I can totally feel the love when we are trying to kill each other!

Not.

I screamed in fury, and she took off, me tailing her.

She ran out to the court yard, and we both collapsed in giggles.

Well, I was still mad, but I would get her back.

Eventually.

Not now though.

“I’m still hungry,” I said after about five minutes of laughing mindlessly.

She nodded after rolling her eyes, and got up, pulling me up with her.

She laughed out loud as she looked me up and down, and I, curious looked down.

Well.

I was covered in gravy.

AWSOME!

Dom rolled her eyes and started dragging me back towards the Great Hall when I started licking my arms.

When we got back, no one looked up from their food, and I huffed loudly.

Dom led me back to where James and Fred were sitting, but they had been joined by Megan and Via and they were… um… busy.

I rolled my eyes, and turned a 180 and walked towards the RC table, fully intent on sitting with Xander, Sam, and Steph.

Dom stayed with the ‘busy’ couples, pointedly ignoring them while eating another turkey.

I slid into my seat, and huffed again when no one commented on the fact that I was covered in gravy.

I stacked turkey and mashed potatoes on my plate before drowning them in gravy.

I love gravy.

After shoving the first bite in my mouth, I swallowed hard and asked Sam, Steph, and Xander who they were asking to the ball.

“I want Tommy to ask me,” Steph said.

Tommy Blake was in Gryffindor with Fred, James, Michael Mitchell and Mark Blue.

Tommy had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, was quiet and scholarly.

Kinda boring but sweet.

Mike had sandy brown hair and brown eyes, and had a mischievous streak in him.

Mark liked hitting on me. James, and Fred, though good friends, liked hitting him for hitting on me. With his black, shoulder length hair, and grey eyes, Uncle Harry said he looked a lot like Sirius Black. He acted like Black too.

When Sirius was young of course.

I nodded in approval. Tommy was a good choice for Stephanie.

I turned to Sam, who was staring at Hannah Blue, Mark’s little sister, in our year, with Dom and Rox and Monica.

Hannah was super friendly and happy, and was one of the few people like that who I could actually stand. She had long black hair that went to her waist, gently waving, but had inherited her mother’s striking blue eyes and pale complexion.

“Well, I know the answer for you,” I said happily.

Sam turned red and nodded.

“Did’ya ask her?” I asked bluntly.

He turned redder and shook his head.

I rolled my eyes and gave him a warning look.

Sam nodded and turned back to his food.

I love how I can have a conversation with almost anyone without speaking!

“I love how I can have a conversation with almost anyone without speaking!” I said.

They all rolled their eyes simultaneously.

I rolled my eyes at them for rolling their eyes at me.

“Xander, did you ask Dom?” I asked the blonde haired boy in front of me.

He raised one eyebrow at me, asking, ‘Why the hell would I do that?’

I rolled my eyes and studied him intently.

‘Because you both fancy each other’ I said with my pursed lips and skeptical expression.

I looked at him pointedly before he looked away.

Anyway.

“Anyway,” I said.

There was a silence over our group.

“Steph, go sit with Tommy,” I said.

She looked up at me, eyes widening.

I nodded once, and she sighed, getting up.

“Sam, go ask out Hannah. She’ll say yes,” I said after his sister left.

He looked up at me, eyes widening.

I almost laughed out loud at the similarities between him and his sister.

I nodded once and he sighed, getting up.

When was far enough away, I scooted over so I was directly across from Xander.

“You should ask her out,” I said softly.

He decided to play dumb.

“Ask who out?”

I glared at him and he gulped.

“Dom?” He asked.

“Yes.”

He looked up at me, his grey-brown eyes portraying his emotions.

Sadness.

Pain.

Fear.

Worry.

Love. (for Dom)

And stress.

His sadness and pain were those of few people ever had.

It was that of a death.

As if someone he loved had left him.

That was what happened.

Dom and Xander.

You used to not be able to say one name without the other following it.

“I will.” He said.

One more emotion filled his eyes, covering up the pain and sadness. The worry and the fear.

Determination.

 

So sappy.
 

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So, here's another chappy, hope you like it, and it has hit me (ouch) that I haven't done a disclaimer in a while, so:

Disclaimer: Me: *dreaming* I own Harry Potter.... I own Harry Potter....
Mr Miller (Science teacher. I hate science): KATHY! Are you sleeping?
Me: Err.... No?
Mr Miller: Are you sure?
Me: If I was sleeping, would I be able to answer you?
Mr Miller: Good point.
*He goes back to teaching.*
Me: Still don't own Harry Potter?
Ali: Umm... No. Sorry to dissapoint. Now wipe off that fake scar.
Me: *sighs*

This has actually happened.


PS: That POV switch is not one to give you a gist of Fred's personality. It is only there because I figured that if Rose was having a minor breakdown that she wouldn't be able to tell you what was happening. But what do you guys think about having other POVs for whole chapters? Just a thought.

UPDATE 8/12: New image.

 

Chapter 14: A Date and Colorful Torture Tools!
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When Lysander walked away, I quickly finished up my turkey leg and hopped up, skipping innocently to the Slytherin table.

I squeezed myself between Willy and Marcus, across from Chase, Al, Liv, and Malfoy.

They all, minus Malfoy, looked up and smiled at me, Al’s and Liv’s the largest, with Ally’s arm around Livy’s waist.

Awwwww.

How cute!

I rolled my eyes.

“So, Dom said I need to get a date with one of you dashing Slytherin Princes for the Ball,” I said.

No one responded.

“She suggested Malfoy.” I finished, wrinkling up my nose in disgust.

Liv and Al burst out laughing.

I scowled.

“So, Chase, Willy, or Marcus, one of you have to ask me out or face the wrath of Dom,” I said in a mock depressed tone.

“Sorry, Rosie, but I got a date, already,” Chase said, smiling apologetically.

“Same here, my lovely,” Marcus laughed, imitating the ‘Voice’.

I rolled my eyes, and looked up in time to see Xander leading a very confused looking Dom out of the Great Hall.

I turned to Willy, albeit a bit hopefully.

I really didn’t want to tango with either McLaggen.

Or any of James/Fred’s friends.

J/F’s friends were nice, but, um, liked to hit on me.

As I said before.

“I, for one, would be honored to take such a beautiful maiden to the Ball,” Willy said in an exaggerated Southern American accent.

I rolled my eyes, and laughed.

“Oh, thank you good sir! You will be my knight in shining armour!” I said, in the same Southern American accent, but female.

We both laughed, and he said, “So it’s a date.”

I thought of all the pairs I had put together so far.

I was thrilled that I would be going with Willy to joke around and laugh instead of using Tori’s life lessons.

“It’s a date.” I confirmed, leaning into him, suddenly tired even though I had slept so much earlier.

I scooped up a handful of pecans and started munching on them quietly, whilst ignoring the amused look my cousin was sending me.

I soon realized that I was still covered in gravy and got up, making my way toward the dungeons, hearing the rest o’ them following behind me.

I walked over to the tapestry, muttering the password, and ran up the stairs, into the Boy’s dorm.

Grabbing a towel, I ran into the bathroom, threatening the boys if they came in.

A good threat always works.

I scrubbed my hair and shaved my legs real quick, and washed off the gravy that was smeared across my whole back, arms, and legs.

I shut off the water, and pulled my hair up, walking out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around my body.

I looked around the whole bathroom and noticed that I forgot my clothes.

I peeked out of the bathroom and noticed that Liv seemed to have left.

I was stuck, in nothing but a towel, in a dorm full of boys.

At least I had Al to protect my ‘innocence’, as dad likes to call it.

I snorted.

I haven’t had innocence for about two years.

JUST SAYING.

Don’t tell my daddy.

Please?

Thanks.

I walked out of the bathroom, hitching my towel so it wouldn’t fall down, and ignoring the wolf whistles and cat calls that Marcus, Willy, and Chase made, and the exasperated groans that came from Al, I crossed the room and stopped at Al’s trunk, bending down in the ladylike fashion, and dug through it, not trying to keep it clean like usual.

I pulled out a huge white tank top that was huge on my cousin, and humongous on me, and a pair of clean, blue boxers.

I dug through my trunk, and pulled out a bra, and some underwear, and stomped back to the bathroom after flashing my ‘date’.

I quickly pulled on the clothes and dried my hair before throwing the towel in the hamper and making another note to get my P.J.s here washed again.

I shrugged and walked out.

Al was sitting by his trunk and refolding all of his clothes that I had strewn about and putting them back into it nice and neat.

I scoffed at him before skipping daintily to Willy’s bed and sat down on his crossed legs, his head resting on mine as we both watched Al continue to clean up my mess all while muttering about his ‘Bloody cousin’.

I snuggled into Willy’s chest and closed my eyes, listening to his heart beat while he wrapped his arms around me and leaned back onto his head board.

I sighed contentedly before drifting off into a light sleep.

My dream was about nothing, and I could still distantly hear the conversation of the Slytherins and feel Willy’s arms tightening around me when he saw me sleeping.

I felt my dream get heavier and I was watching a slide show of memories.

I woke up with a start at that memory.

No one could know.

We’d both promised.

But the memory withstands.

And it haunts me.

I opened my eyes and looked around.

I was still in Willy’s arms, and we were both laying down under his covers.

Al was snoring, and hanging off his bed.

Chase’s curtains were closed.

Marcus was balled up, and his curtains were half shut.

And Malfoy wasn’t there.

I glanced at the clock and noticed it was two in the morning.

Well.

I snuggled back completely under the covers and closed my eyes, thinking.

It was gonna be a long week.

As I was drifting off again, I heard a shuffling near the bathroom and a softly whispered, ‘fuck!’.

Who could that be?

Three guesses.

I am soooooo not taking a shower here tomorrow.

***

Seven days later, the day of the Ball, I was attacked by Dom, Roxie, Liv, Via, Steph, Monica, Hannah, and Summer.

Summer White was a Slytherin 6th year, and the only nice one of the lot.

She had silvery white hair and light blue eyes with her pale skin.

Summer literally looked like a light, because she was always wearing yellow.

Well, I guess that’s why her name is as it is.

Liv smiled apologetically at me, and I scowled.

I have a feeling that I know exactly what this was for.

I scowled the whole way to the Gryffindor tower and all the way up the girl’s staircase.

I saw Hugo sitting on the couch.

“Hugo! HUGO! SAVE ME!!!” I cried dramatically, flailing my arms out as much as I could.

He looked around, grinned at me, and turned back towards his friends.

“HUGO?! HUGO, HELP ME OR I’LL TELL MOM ON YOU!!!” I screeched.

He ignored me, and by then, I was already in the dorm.

“Bastard,” I muttered.

I was thrown unceremoniously on Dom’s bed, whilst she opened her wardrobe, stepped inside and muttered the password I had set for it.

I heard gasps, and I got up to look inside.

Dom’s wardrobe was something like a larger version of my mum’s old, purple beaded bag.

Small on the outside, humungous on the inside.

She stepped in, with the other girls following, and me trailing behind.

I looked around.

The wardrobe was thirteen feet by thirteen feet, and had a couch and a table in the center, on a decorative rug.

On all two of the four sides, were two bars on each wall, filled to the max with clothes.

On the other two sides, were shelves, a makeup stand (which was better than a professional’s, by a lot, and better stocked too…) and a huge floor length mirror.

I looked up at the ceiling, which was ten feet high, and saw my beautiful handiwork, a huge painting of all of our friends and families.

As much as I hate clothes, and makeup, etc, I love this closet.

I made it for Dom for her fourteenth birthday.

I sprawled across the huge couch, and watched as all the girls looked around in awe.

Lily and Roxie knew about it, but still liked looking around.

I got up and went to the far side of the closet, and opened a small, unnoticeable door, peeking out.

It was bewitched to lead straight to Tori’s closet.

She thought it was a wonderful idea when I asked her for permission.

I threw open the door, satisfied that the spell was still working right, and wandered inside.

I stepped out of her closet, which was three times as big as Dom’s, and also full to the max.

(Her’s also had the expanding charm thingy)

I made my way down the stairs and into the living room.

I smirked when I saw Teddy laying across the couch, watching t.v.

I creeped up, and jumped out.

“BOO!”I yelled.

“AAAARRGGG!!!!” ‘THUMP!’

Was the response.

I laughed and sat down on the couch, watching as Teddy sat up, rubbed his head, and glared at me.

 “Hi Teddy,” I said.

He glared again before smiling.

“Wotcher, Rosie!”

I rolled my eyes.

“ROSIE!” came Dom’s voice, clearly looking for me.

I glanced at the staircase, and turned back to Teddy, wide eyed.

“HIDE ME!” I whisper screamed.

“Why?”

“Just do it! I swear I’ll tell you later!” I was still whisper yelling, and glancing at the stairs.

“I’m not hiding you until you tell me why.”

I glared, and he smirked.

“Fine! It’s the Halloween Ball tonight, and Dom wants to dress me like always, she bought the dress, and it’s promised to be girly and slutty. And then she’ll attack me with that gunk (makeup) and poke my eyes out with eyeliner and mascara. Then, she won’t even let me wear my sneakers! I’ll have to wear really high, really strappy, really sharp stilettos!” I rushed out really fast.

He pretended to think about it, and I heard Dom slamming doors on the second floor.

“TEDDY!” I exclaimed, still whisper yelling, but my voice slid up two octaves.

“Fine,” he said pulling out his wand and disillusioning me.

I snuck around the room, and heard Dom’s footsteps come the stairs.

I dove under the couch and curled up in a ball.

Dom stormed in the room, and right up to Teddy, grabbing a fistful of his shirt, and bringing his face to her level.

“WHERE’S ROSE?!” She growled real slow.

She scared even me a little.

I peeked out from under the couch and saw that Teddy looked terrified.

I slid out from under the couch on the other side and ran up the stairs to hide in the bathroom.

I fell.

SHIT!

Dom released Teddy’s shirt and pointed her wand where my invisible form was laying, rubbing my head, and must have done a ‘revelio’ on me, because her eyes narrowed, and she stormed over to me, heaving me up, and began dragging me back up the stairs to my torture.

“TEDDY HELP! PLEASE HELP ME!!!!!” I screamed, thrashing.

He started towards me before Dom turned and glared at him pushing her veela and her werewolf self in it.

He shrank back and looked at me apologetically.

“CHICKEN!” I screamed.

Dom laughed, an evil, manic laugh.

I started struggling again.

She dragged me into Tori’s closet, and I was grabbing frantically at the clothes and racks, trying to buy some time for my life.

“HELP!!!” I started screeching again.

Eight heads poked out of Dom’s wardrobe door and watched us in amusement.

Dom had one of my legs and was heaving me back towards the doorway as I was grabbing everything within reach with my free hands while screaming and squirming.

“HELP ME, YOU DOLTS!!!!!” I screamed.

Hey, that might have seemed mean, but, whatever.

I laughed at Lucy who was laughing at us.

Then as Dom started to pull me through the door, I gripped one hand on each side of the frame, shrieking like a mad women/ banshee.

Teddy was watching us.

“You guys are so lucky Tori’s not here right now…” He said, laughing.

I glared at him and he shut up, his face turning white with fear and his hair turning gray with nervousness.

That didn’t even happen when Dom glared at him earlier!!!

I am the scariest!

YES!

“YES!!!” I screamed.

Then I went back to begging someone to help me while trying my best to hang on to the door frame.

Dom enlisted the help of Roxie, Via, and Lily, and the four of them pulled all at once and my fingernails dug a little farther in the wood.

More work for Dom.

Monica and Steph grabbed a hold of Dom and Roxie’s backs and on three, they all heaved, and my fingers slipped a little more, leaving marks in the wood.

I screamed again, and with apologetic looks, Liv and Hannah helped, all seven of them heaving their hardest.

My fingers slipped all the way, and with them, pieces of the door frame, and I screamed my loudest.

Teddy looked guilty as Dom slammed the door to Tori’s closet and dragged me back to the middle of her closet.

Everyone who wasn’t related to me was panting.

This was all new to them.

Not so much to Dom, Rox, and Lily.

“I hate you Dominique Elena Weasley!” I declared, crossing my arms and huffing.

I received a sharp glare as she started telling everyone to shower up.

I decided to be IMPOSSIBLE.

In groups of four, the girls slowly got showered up, and all came out in robes.

I was still in my defiant position an hour and a half later when everyone but Dom and I were in robes.

“Rosie, it’s time for your shower,” Dom said, impatience showing.

I turned my head pointedly the other way and ignored her, causing a few of the other girls to laugh.

“Luce, do you have a date too?” I asked.

“Yep!” she responded brightly, “Johnny Curtis asked me!”

Wow.

Our image was safe when we left.

Well.

“That’s wonderful!” I exclaimed.

She grinned.

Dom grabbed one of my legs and started heaving me towards the bathroom.