About a week and a half had passed since I had spoken to Blondie. Everytime I saw him, I wanted to say hi, but Bree was always with me, and I couldn't risk her knowing.
I really wanted to apologize to Blondie for treating him the way I did. I only did it because of Bree. She didn't force me to do it, but I went along with it. She had noticed that in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Blondie has asked if I wanted to work with him. She told me she had a way to get him to leave me alone. But she never asked if that's what I wanted.
So, when she knew he was behind us, she said she had class,when she really didn't. And when me and Blondie started talking, she would follow us and listen. I had to find the perfect moment to bring up Bree. I felt bad while I was yelling at him and telling him there was no 'us'. I never wanted to say that, and seeing the hurt and shocked expression on his face made me feel even worse.
By the end of the conversation, I couldn't even pretend to be mad anymore. Before I left, I dropped a tiny piece of ripped up parchment reading:
I'm sorry, I had to
I wanted him to know that doing that wasn't my choice. I honestly don't even think he noticed I dropped it. Since then he hasn't said a word to me, and all I get are charming smiles that I only return when Bree isn't looking.
I should be happy, I got rid of the stranger kisser, with no regards for personal space. But I wasn't. I felt like I had made a big mistake.
Bree and I were walking to our third class of the day, hers Herbology, and mine Potions. In front of us walked Blondie's ex girlfriend, known as Pansy Parkinson. I watched as she bumped into a girl, making all her books and papers fall, and just kept walking as though nothing happened.
"What the hell?" I asked Bree. "She just bumped into that girl, and she didn't even apologize."
Bree shrugged. "She doesn't have to."
I was shocked about how casual Bree was taking this. I'm even more shocked that the girl doesn't even say anything to Pansy. She just starts picking up her things.
"And why not?" I asked. "What gives her the right to be rude to people?"
"Look, Rorie, Pansy Parkinson can do whatever she wants." Bree said. "She's like the Princess of Slytherin. But not only does she run Slytherin house, she runs the school. No one messes with her,unless they want to end up a social outcast with no friends."
"Well, what if the person already had no friends?" I asked.
"This is a serious matter." She insisted. "Pansy will destroy your reputation faster than you can say "what happened to my friends?". Everyone fears her, and you should too."
I scoffed. "No, I shouldn't. No one should. Let me ask you something. Does anyone actually like her, or does everyone just fear her?"
"No one likes her. She's a bitch." Bree said. "But that's the reason we fear her. She could ruin anyone."
"Not me." I said. "I have no friends, no reputation..."
"Don't think about it." She said firmly. "You don't need to go around making enemies. Okay?"
"All right fine. I'll leave it alone...for now."
By the middle of Potions, I had forgotten all about Pansy and her reputation for being a bitch. I was only focused on my potion, which Professor Slughorn announced as the best in the class, which earned Slytherin twenty points.
At break, Bree and I walked around aimlessly when I hear from behind me. "Oi! New girl!" I assume this person means me, so I turned around to see none other than Pansy Parkinson marching towards me with her groupies.
"What did you do?" Bree whispered.
"Nothing!" I whispered back.
Pansy finally reached us. "We need to talk new girl." She said. "I-"
I interupted her. "Before we get to that, my name isn't 'new girl'. It's Rorie, okay? I'd appreciate it if you called me by name, thanks. You may continue."
She stared at me dumb struck. She quickly recovered. "Let's get something straight here. You don't tell me continue, I tell you when to continue. Since you're new, I'll let you off with a warning."
Okay this girl was irking me. "Actually, I'm going to let you off with a warning since you don't know me." I said. "I don't take orders from anyone, okay?"
"You clearly don't know how it works around here. I. Run. This. School." She said slowly as if I was stupid or something. "So, you take orders from me. I'm the Princess of Slytherin. Get that in your head."
I laughed. "You can't be serious. You honestly expect me to take orders from you? You need to get something in your head. I don't give a damn who you think you are, you are nothing to be feared."
Pansy's faced is fixed in a shocked expression, apparently, I was the first to talk to her like that. Again, she recovered. "You'll see soon enough why I should be feared." She threatened.
"I'm sorry, am I supposed to be scared?" I heard Bree whisper 'yes' behind me, but I ignored her. "Because I'm not. Not even a little bit. The girls at my old school were fifteen times worse than you. Hit me with your best shot." I smirked at her once again shocked face. If she continued with these expressions, her face was going to get stuck like that.
"And another thing, Princess." I said taking step closer to her. "I hear it from your 'loyal' subjects that it's about time you've lost your crown."
"Who said that?" She asked in bewilderment.
I smiled. "Sorry, I can't divulge in names."
"I swear, if you don't start talking-"
"I already told you, you don't scare me. But, you do annoy me. Now wonder Blondie dumped you."
At first she was confused. Then she realized who Blondie was. "You stay away from Draco." She growled. "He's mine."
"Really, cause he told me he dumped you." She gets angrier. "And that you cried." He didn't really tell me she cried but now she was surely pissed.
"But it's okay, cause I don't really want him, but he really wants me. You saw us kissing on the first night, didn't you?"
"He only wants you for sex!" She exclaimed wildly.
"We both know that's not true." I said.
"You don't know anything!" Pansy yelled. She sure knew how to cause a scene.
"Well, I know what kind of girl you are, Pansy. You're insecure with yourself, which is why you like making other feel bad about themselves. You sleep with tons of guys so you can feel pretty. But most of all, you're a bitch. A two-faced bitch who talks about people behind their backs." I said coldly.
Pansy is stunned, she can't say anything. It took me until then to realize we have an audience. "I have some advice for you: if you're gonna have two faces, at least make one of them pretty." I whispered.
First I thought she was going to hit me, but she stormed off, her groupies only a step behind.
I let out a sigh, and turned to Bree. Her mouth was wide open. "What?" I asked innocently.
She shook her head. "You're dead Rorie." She said. "She is going to destroy you. And everyone will shun you."
"Someone had to stand up to her." I said in my defense. "And if standing up to her gets me shunned, then so be it. It was definitely worth it."
"You know, if I didn't think what you just did was social suicide, I'd have to say that's the coolest thing I'd ever seen." Her face broke into a small smile. And so did mine.
All day, people were pointing and whispering at me. For someone who was being shunned, I sure was famous.
Finally, somene actually came up to me. "You're Rorie, right? The girl who told Pansy off today?" A brunette girl with blonde highlights asked.
"Yeah..." I said slowly.
"I just want to say what you did was amazing! I've never seen anyone stand up to Pansy like that. You definitely showed her."
"Really?" Bree and I asked simotaniously.
"Yeah." The girl said smiling. "Everyone thinks so. Some are even saying you're the new Princess of Slytherin. I agree with them. You're like our hero! Well, I got to get going. See you around, Princess." She said walking off.
"So much for being shunned." I said Bree.
"Wow, you're like a legend, Rorie! That's amazing!" Bree exclaimed.
Hmm, Rorie Kern, Princess of Slytherin. That has a nice ring to it.
Not talking to Gorgeous had to be the hardest thing I'd ever done. But I had to do it to get Bree off of her back. Not to mention I needed time to formulate a plan, so far I had nothing. I had no idea how I could even talk to Rorie again. It was damn near impossible to get the girl alone, so it was out of the question.
I had never really hated Bree until now. She was keeping me away from Gorgeous, and it was killing me. All I could do was smile at her, and sometimes I didn't even get a smile back.
Meawhile, Blaise is becoming suspicious. He's noticed that I haven't hooked up with any girls since school started. And since he knows I've got a thing for Gorgeous, he's starting to think that I'm persuing her. Which is true,but I don't want him to know that. The fact that he likes Bree doesn't help the situation. He thinks if I start something with Gorgeous, it will ruin his chances with Bree. The guy is beyond selfish.
If he wasn't so selfish, he could help me with Gorgeous, by distracting Bree so I could her alone and just talk to her and convince her to give me one chance. That's all I needed. I'm so used to getting what I want, so this whole situation is so new to me. I don't think I'd go through this for any other girl...she's special.
Oh, no, what have I done? Pansy only screamed like that when she was royally pissed at me. I never thought I'd have to hear it again once we broke up. Apparently I was wrong.
"Yes?" I asked calmly.
"You're stupid new girlfriend is a bitch!" She spat.
"What girlfriend?" I asked.
"Ronnie, or Rocky, or whatever the hell her name is. She embarassed me in front of everyone! She's going to pay!"
"Wait, Rorie?" I clarified.
"Yes. I don't know who she thinks she is! She said all of these horrible things, and she thinks she's going to get away with it? Ha! You really need better taste in girls!" Without letting me get another word in, she huffed away.
What just happened?
Blaise is somewhere with Bree, and just as luck would have it, Gorgeous is nowhere to be found. You'd think with me being Head Boy, it would be easy to find her, but it's not easy at all.
Turning a corner too quickly, I run smack into someone, who cries out, grasping my neck, and I catch them around the waist to keep them from falling. Suddenly I'm looking into the sparkling, bright blue eyes of Gorgeous.
I smile instantly. "Hey, Gorgeous." I said. "How's it going?"
"Blondie!" She says, surprised. "Um, fine. Everything is fine."
"What are the chances I'd run into you?" I asked.
"I'm not exactly sure." She said freeing herself from my arms. Holding her like that felt so good. Feeling her so close to me gave me chills.
"Well, I'd say it's something like fate."
"I'd say things just happen like that. It's nothing special." She shrugged.
I decided to change the subject. "How are you liking Hogwarts?" I asked.
"It's nice." She smiled.
Seeing her smile made me smile too. "That's great. It's too bad I didn't get to show you around though."
Gorgeous said nothing, but she just looked down. "Rorie, I know why you rejected me." I said quietly.
"Because you're a jerk that hurt my cousin?" She asked, with no hint of anger.
"No, because Bree made you." I answered.
She stared at me. "She didn't make me do anything." She said.
"Well, did you ever agree to her plan?"
No response. Which means no. "If you know, why did you leave me alone?" Gorgeous asked.
"I wanted Bree to think I was over you, so she'd get off your back. I wanted things to be easier for you." I answered.
"Oh. I thought you were really leaving me alone."
A smirk came across my face. "You were worried, weren't you?" I asked.
"Of course not." She replied. "Draco, after what happened with you and Bree, we can never..." She didn't finish.
I had to tell her the truth. "Rorie, will you please let me explain about that?" I asked.
She sighed. "Fine."
"The thing is, it was Bree who hurt me, not the other way around." I started. "Bree was the one who persued me. I always thought she was pretty and nice, so I decided to try things out with her. I really liked her, until I found out that her hanging out with me was just some bet with her friends. She bet she could get me to fall for her. I was angry, so I wanted to get her back. I made her fall for me really hard, and then just dropped her. She told everyone that I hurt her really bad. It was just revenge."
Gorgeous bit her lower lip thoughtfully. I knew she was trying to decide if I was telling the truth. "Does she know you found out?" She asked.
I nodded. "And you just let her tell everyone that it was your fault?"
"It's easier that way." I shrugged.
"I believe you." She said. "I just can't believe Bree lied to me."
"Please don't say anything to her. You have to keep this a secret." I said.
"Okay." She whispered. "You're not as bad as Bree makes you seem...you're kind of sweet."
"Sweet huh? If didn't know any better, I'd say you have a little thing for me, Gorgeous."
She scoffed. "Oh, please! I do not, Blondie."
"Why do you call me 'Blondie'?" I asked.
"Why do you call me 'Gorgeous'?" She countered.
"I asked you first." I said.
"Fine, I call you 'Blondie' because you're blonde."
"Well, I call you 'Gorgeous', because you are seriously gorgeous."
She blushed, shaking her head. Did she not think she was gorgeous?
"So, um, now that you know the truth, do you think maybe we could get to know eachother?" I asked.
"Maybe." She answered. "If we do, Bree can't know. Otherwise, I'll be rejecting you again."
"You have no idea that hurt my little ego." I said.
Gorgeous snorted. "Yeah, right, 'little'."
"Whatever. I just really want to know you. You fascinate me." I said staring her straight in the eyes. "Besides, I'm known as the Prince of Slytherin, and I should know about my new Princess."
She laughed. "So you've heard about my little run in with Pansy?"
"Yes, she personally yelled at me for it." I chuckled.
"I hope I didn't upset her too much." Gorgeous smiled.
Having Rorie as my Princess would be very nice, now that I think about it.
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