BLUE JEANS

"Potter, you're late," Professor Black said sternly to the Boy-With-A-Dark-Past or the Boy-Who-Only-Thinks-About-Himself. Pretty long nickname for such a pretty boy, but that was Potter, a self-centered git. He continued to saunter in the classroom while glaring and smirking darkly to our professor. For a second, I thought Lord Voldemort was the one who walked in for the class suddenly fell into a complete silence, sending chills down my spine. Well, I couldn't really blame them. Potter's loose black shirt, dark blue jeans, and almost sinister stare strongly implied that he's someone you don't mess with. But, Merlin didn't like me.

"You're in my seat," Harry Potter says coldly. I feel like everyone's eyes are on me. I feel like they're all waiting for Potter to eat the brainy Hermione Granger alive. Screw them.

"…we don't…have assigned seats…" my voice croaked but I am silently applauding myself for having the courage to talk to the git. However, that applause suddenly stopped when he decides to lean down and look at me eye to eye, his nose touching my nose.

"Well that doesn't change anything, missy. I want to sit on the chair where your big bum is resting on and that's final," He cold-heartedly whispered although I'm sure Ginny Weasley, the school's bitch, and Neville Longbottom, the residential klutz, could hear what he had to say to poor ol' me. But, I was not about to cry. "So, get moving or I'll be forced to make you miserable." That was the last straw. I saw red after that. No one threatened me and came out unscathed.

"What's all this commotion, Granger? Potter?" The git straightened his back up.

"Nothing Black, just mind your own business and do what you're paid to do. Right mis...owww," Potter disrespectfully replied with a moan of pain at the end of his unfinished sentence. Did I forget to mention that I do kickboxing in my free time? Well, they just all found out. And, chaos ensued.

"See the red mark forming around Harry's left eye, that'll be the first of the love marks Hermione will give to him," Luna Lovegood said dreamily to Ronald Weasley, the quidditch star, who was busy pulling Potter up. "Don't you think it's sweet?" I rolled my eyes and snorted in disgust. Potter and I? What a joke! She was being delusional, a typical state of mind for Loony Lovegood.

"Here Potter, take my teddy bear," Seamus Finnigan, the class clown, offered my foe frantically. While I just stood there, feeling all smug.

"What am I gonna do with this?"

"To stop the bleeding."

"How? I am not even bleeding!"

"Oh, I mean so your eye won't sting. Cuddle it. You'll feel better promise."

"Great, just great! I am stuck with a bunch of lunatics," Draco Malfoy yelled to Professor Black, sounding so frustrated. "My dad didn't spend thousand of galleons just so I can be with these idiots for 10 months." The best 10 months for us, the students of Anger Management 101…you'll see.

A/N: Please, tell me what you think. Oh and I don't own HP.