I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OTHER CHARACTERS
WARNING: this story includedes lots of drugs, very very bad language
A drug deal was so not what I was expecting on my 13th birthday.
I was thinking more along the lines of faking a shocked face when i went outside to find a car or maybe the new iPhone i had been praying the Dursleys, Petunia and Vernon would buy me.
I'd even been working on the blank face i would give them if I opened up a present with a Walmart gift card in it.
No. I got one of those cheesy, lame gift cards that you can program to record your voice singing in. They said because they couldn't afford anything else, and frankly I didn't think they cared or gave a fuck enough about my birthday.
I didn't give a damn though because that was two weeks ago and my fat ass cousin, Dudley, promised to get me a well paying job. What I didnt know is that job would be illegal let alone I would start a few weeks before I was scheduled to go with the Weasly's to the Quiditch World Cup.
I descretely passed the dirty man some Ecstacy pills and he passed me the money. I jumped into James car and started to count the bills in my head as he pulled off. 'twenty, thirty, forty'. Another thing I wasnt looking foward to, working with my ex-boyfriends brother. But hey, life never goes according to plan for me, does it?
Not many people knew that I was gay, let alone that I had a boyfriend. Most people thought I like Ginny Weasley, my best mates little sister. But I didnt exactly broadcast it to the whole Wizarding World, not even Ron or Hermione know. And I would like to keep it that way. All it takes is one little slip up and it would be all over te Daily Prophet. I could see Rita Skeeter's headlines know,"THE BOY WHO-LIVED TO BE GAY."
The rain beat down heavily on my exposed skin. The clouds looked dark and unforgiving as i ran across the street to James house. "You have a really girly body," James observed, "no wonder my boyfriend thought you were beautiful." It always pained my pride when everyone called me a girl, but i didnt defend myself because I knew it was true. Playing Quiditch toned up my body, so now my hips judded out while the rest of my stomach sunk in. It didnt help that my butt and was nice and perky and I hadn't cut my hair since 1rst year, resulting in my hair growing to the small of my back and a ridicuolously long side bang covering up my cursed scar and right eye.(think of him as selena gomez without boobs) Since I started doing odd jobs for James he would buy me clothes to wear, stating that anyone who was with him couldnt look like an orphan boy. I didnt know if it was a blessing or a curse, most of the James bought bordered on girly. The whole wardrobe consisted of tight belly sirts that showed my belly button ring he insisted that I should get (including a tongue ring and snake bites on my dimples) and tight pants. He threw in atleast a hundred pairs of contacts because he said and I qoute 'those glasses are just horrible.'
"Most boys dont get dressed up like girls for their friends," I snapped back. "are you sure Spencer isnt home." Spencer was my doosh bag ex-boyfriend that shall know deem to be named You Know Who. I know a little unoriginal but I cant help myself.
