A/N- hey! This is going to be an amazingly fun story to write, seeing as Tara Lambert is based off of TRK, and Laura English is based off of LU. :D

Disclaimer: We don't own anything you recognize, and we also don't own a lot of things you don't recognize, such as Sierra, Amanda, Abby, Tara, and Laura, who are based off of actual people.

Dedication: We love AsItThunders! I suggest you check out her writing, it's fantastic!

Prologue

"Group hug!" yelled Tara Elizabeth Lambert once she was off platform 9 and ¾ and into the muggle world. Abandoning their luggage, Laura English, Lily Evans, and Mary Macdonald rushed to her and flung their arms every which way so the group was entwined in a many-armed hug. Tall, lean Laura English had wavy blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, a fair complexion, and an obsession with dancing. Lily Evans had firey red hair, emerald eyes, warm skin, and was also tall and lean, though not as tall as Laura. She was exceptional at charms, and also had a firey temper to match her red head. Tara Lambert had strait brown hair, green eyes, freckles, and was average height; she was shy around strangers but was perhaps the most exuberant member of their Gryffindor Quartet. Mary Macdonald was by far the shortest of the lot, with jet black hair, deep blue eyes, olive skin, and was a cheerful and loyal friend.

As the girls savored their group hug (it may very well be the last time they see each other until September the first), they heard whoops and hollers, and suddenly were joined by the other four Gryffindor 6th years, whom they were friends with.

Sirius had wildly but gently jumped into it and put his arms casually around Laura and Mary. The touch of his arm sent shivers up Laura's spine, and she looked up into his grey eyes and they both grinned. Sirius had perfect, strait white teeth, curly black hair, and had probably gone out with over half of the girls in the school. Laura didn't mind his reputation though, and continued to like him, even though with every new girlfriend he broke her heart more and more.

James was next to join the fray. Of course, he tried to put and arm around Lily, but she gave him 'the look' and he dropped his arms. His jet black hair gleamed, as his hazel eyes still gazed at Lily.

Remus glided in between Tara and Mary, which pleased Tara greatly. She was very taken with the tall, lanky, brown-eyed, sandy-haired golden boy, even though she knew he was a werewolf. Their eyes locked, and they both laughed and grinned, happy even to be just friends; although they each secretly wanted to be more.

Short, brown haired Peter Pettigrew 'rolled' in last. As always, he was dressed in baggy clothing and a 'strait up G' hat sitting at a cocky angle on his mousy hair, which he had attempted dreadlocks on (but failed miserably). Although he was a little… odd… his 'gangstah homie from the hood' attitude kept them all amused. He stuck one hand in his pocket to keep the waistband of his jeans low enough to show his boxers but high enough not to be swimming at his ankles. He slid the other awkwardly around Mary's waist.

The eight friends stood there swaying for a moment then broke apart. After several good bye hugs, and good-friend kisses between the boys and the girls, they departed for the summer holidays.

As Tara walked to her muggle car with her family, feeling exceptionally light and fingering the spot on her cheek where Remus had planted his peck, her arch-nemesis Amanda Hasselbach strutted up to her.

"Bet you loved that, didn't you, Lambert," she said through her thick lips, smeared with purple lipstick today. She wore a magenta and black striped shirt and a black skirt that was so high sometimes boys swore they could spot a cotton tampon string if they looked at the right angle. But that was normal for Amanda and the rest of her group, Sierra Slick and Abby Karr. They were sluts, and Tara and her friends despised them, and called them 'the dick clique' behind their backs. It seemed that only the boys liked Amanda. Tara didn't know why, Amanda was very plain looking, with shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes. She and her friend Sierra, a curly haired blondewad, were in Hufflepuff, not smart enough to have made it to Slytherin. The third member of their group, Abby, was practically a dwarf, with her brown hair and eyes and a deep, fake tan. She had made it into Slytherin, as she was the smartest of the skanky group, though that wasn't saying much.

"I don't know what you're talking about," replied Tara, inwardly thinking, oh crap they know I still like Remus!

"Well, you better leave my boyfriend alone!" said Amanda, Tara stopped dead.

"Is that what you think?" asked Tara, "well, you might be going out in your dreams, but this is the real world. And here on the planet Earth, he would never even consider you. Either get a life or go to hell, Amanda," and with that, Tara stormed off, ignoring Amanda's dim witted retorts. If Tara had not been so upset, she may have been impressed that such a troll could string so many words together in a competent sentence.

Meanwhile, similar episodes were in play between Laura and Sierra and Lily and Abby. On the car-rides home, they all found themselves thinking about why they so hated the dick clique.

.:Flashback:. (First year aboard the Hogwarts Express)

"Come sit with us, Laura," pled a blonde girl, sliding open the glass door of the compartment Laura was sharing with a few other new girls. The blonde girl gestured to a different compartment, where two brunettes were visible, one stuffing her face with a pumpkin pasty, the other examining her nails.

Laura recognized her as Sierra Slick, who used to be in her junior which's club back home. She had never been best friends with the girl, and didn't even know her that well. Laura had quit junior which's ages ago, because as she had told her father, who had signed her up for it in the first place, it was much too girly for her. Sierra didn't seem to think so, Laura noticed that she was sporting a red and white tee with the junior which's emblem on it.

"Umm…" pondered Laura. She had the instinct that this choice might draw the lines between friends and enemies at her new school, she tried to remain polite, "no, thank you, er, we're almost to Hogwarts anyway."

Sure enough, the train was beginning to slow down. She had spent the last five hours or so playing exploding snap, debating what house she'd like to be in with the other girls in her compartment (the unanimous choice had been Gryffindor), and talking about all the cute boys they'd already spotted. She had already made friends with Lily, a funny but somewhat violent sounding muggle born; Mary, an outgoing but confident pure-blood, and Tara, a shy but nice half-blood.

As they finally reached Hogwarts, everything else was momentarily forgotten, until they were in the brightly lit castle, nervously awaiting the sorting. Conversation turned to houses amongst all of the first years.

"I want to be in Gryffindor," said Lily, "It sounds by far the best."

"But what about Slytherin?" asked a greasy haired boy named Severus, "all of our planning!"

"But after I-" began Lily, but she was cut off by a short girl Laura recognized as the girl who had been examining her nails on the train ride.

"Yes, Slytherin for sure!" she exclaimed, as her cronies nodded.

"Everyone who is anyone knows that Slytherins are just a bunch of losers trying to gain a bit of fame," said a boy with messy black hair, the young James Potter.

"I want to be a Gryffindor, too," Sirius proclaimed, "but the rest of my family have all been in Slytherin. It doesn't seem as if I'll break the tradition."

"You never know until you get sorted," said Laura, looking at the cute boy that had been talking.

"Of course you don't," agreed Sierra, "but it's more than likely he'll end up with Slytherin, where I'm sure to be. And you will probably end up in Hufflepuff, with the other dumb blondes."

"Look who's talking," Laura pointed out.

"I am a strawberry blonde," said Sierra, giving Laura a very nasty look. Amanda added "duh!"

.:End of Flashback:.

Of course, Sierra and Amanda had been too stupid for Slytherin, Abby had been sorted into Slytherin. The four girls, Sirius, and James had gotten their wish in Gryffindor.

***

Lily's mind drifted off to second year, that memorable day when James Potter had first asked her out. Abby had been there…

.:Flashback:. (Second year)

"Evans," an arm shot out and grabbed Lily's shoulder. She turned, surprised. "Will you go out with me?"

Lily blinked, "no," she said, automatically. The question had taken her by surprise, "never." She added, before she even had time to register how cute the boy in question, James Potter, was.

He walked away, shoulders slumped, followed by his friends who were attempting to cheer him up.

.:End Flashback:.

"Ahh…" she sighed. Her parents gave her questioning looks from the front seat. If only I wouldn't have said never. She thought, Lily really did like James Potter, once he got past his egotistical jerk phase, but didn't want to go back on her word, so she had tricked herself from that moment on that she hated him. She even half believed it now.

***

A few cars away, romantic Mary was thinking along the same lines. She remembered back to third year…

.:Flashback:. (Third year)

"Will you PLEASE go out with me Lily?" James pleaded, not noticing the short brunette beside him who was practically drooling all over him.

Lily's answer was the same as always. As soon as James had walked away, Abby turned to Lily and Mary.

"I don't know what he sees in you," said Abby, "but all he sees when he looks at you now will be a bunch of boils! Skimperfectio!"

Her spell hit Mary, and pimples erupted all over her skin. Lily glared at her. "Tarentallegra!"

Abby shot back a curse, which was headed straight for her.

"Protego!" yelled James, and it rebounded on Abby, making her hair all fall out. The now-bald girl ran away crying to the hospital wing. James grinned to face Lily, but she was already reviving Mary and hurrying to her next class. He sighed, would he ever win her over?

.:End of Flashback:.

Mary imagined the two together, and knew it was inevitable. She sighed, her thoughts drifting to her own prince charming and current boyfriend, a Ravenclaw named Gordon Willis.

***

Laura was miles away, headed toward her family's farm with still hours left to go, thinking of duels and romance as well. She closed her eyes and let the memories come back to her.

.:Flashback:. (Fourth year)

"Will you go out with me?" Regulus Black asked Laura.

"Oh!" she was taken by surprise, "umm… sorry, no. I mean, you're a Slytherin, and a year younger than me… It'd be all wrong!"

He grabbed her wrist and brought her forcibly into him, "I need you."

He crushed his lips into hers, but she pulled away with some effort, "I said no!"

"Fine" he said, his eyes suddenly glinting madly, "I'll let you feel the pain you've put me through! Thrastria!"

Laura had no idea what curse he had used, but knew that it hurt. It was like a dozen iron hard punches to the gut, she was on the ground, trying to catch her breath in-between her yells of "help!" that were silenced by Regulus. And then, like a dream, Sirius was there. He lifted the curse, and hurled a curse at Regulus. It missed, but Regulus turned tail and fled in the opposite direction.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice heavy with concern.

"Yeah," Laura bluffed, even though she was aching all over.

"No you're not! He beat you!" Said Sirius defensively. He offered his hand to help her up, but she just couldn't get to her feet, the pain was unbearable. He didn't wait for the pain to subside, but gently lifted her to her feet and carried her to the hospital wing.

.:End of Flashback:.

Laura sighed at the memory. She had had her fair share of boyfriends, but had always fancied Sirius, but was one of the few girls that had never dated him. As of now she had a crush, which no-one approved of or understood, because it just happened to be Regulus. She herself didn't understand quite why either… there was something mesmerizing about his dangerousness. But even though she had that unreasonable crush, one thing was still certain: she was, and possibly always would be, head over heels for Sirius.

***

Several roads away, Tara was also daydreaming about romance and danger…

.:Flashback:. (Fifth year)

"Remus, wait!" she cried, rushing down the steps of the castle into the balmy night air. She came to a second set of steps, and, as she was in a hurry, took the banister down instead, which was much more effective. To her surprise, when she landed, an arm shot out and pulled her behind a bush.

"What the HECK, James?" yelled Tara, who didn't approve of swearing, "Where's Remus? Why are you three all hiding behind this bush?"

"Shh!" murmured Sirius, "just go back inside!"

"Why should I be quiet?" asked Tara rather loudly, "why are you all whispering? And where's-"

"Shut up!" whispered James.

"Why in the name of Merlin's wrinkled old-" began Tara, standing up, but she was interrupted by the howl of a werewolf. And it could see her, as she had most un-wisely stood up. It began to charge.

She ducked behind the bush again with the other three, but there was only one problem: they weren't there! She looked in panic back to the werewolf, now accompanied by a stag, a big, oversized dog, and something scurrying on the ground… a rat, perhaps? Prongs, padfoot, and wormtail? James, Sirius, and Peter? Then where was Remus, aka Moony? Then realization hit her. Moony. Remus. All his odd disappearances, always at the full moon. Remus must be the werewolf!

She snapped back to reality, she was a fast runner, but would she be fast enough against a werewolf? She doubted it, luckily she could think on her feet, and ran to the nearest tree; a towering oak on the edge of the forest. She shimmied up as fast as she could; she had never climbed a tree, but had seen Laura do it many times. From the top of the tree, she had a view of the fight now in play: friends, fighting tooth and nail to keep a werewolf in check. And Remus, so unlike himself… she wished she could look away, but her eyes were rooted to the foursome.

It remained this way until dawn, and they changed back into their human counterparts. She watched as they laughed off the nights experiences as they healed their wounds.

Tara didn't want to interrupt them, especially when they seemed to have forgotten about her involvement in last night's events. She decided that if she slid quietly down the tree, she could run to the castle and most likely would not be seen, then, she could freshen up and prepare for the morning classes. But, alas, as all events go when one, especially one who has spent any time with acclaimed klutz Laura English, being stealthy usually induces catastrophe. Such was the case with Tara, as her foot missed a key branch, her fingers slipped, and she fell the last five feet to the ground, landing with a loud thump.

All four boys looked up, and Sirius and James exchanged knowing looks. "Klutz," Sirius muttered under his breath.

Remus quietly got up and walked over to Tara. "Then you know all about me, you know… you know I'm a monster."

"You're not a monster, Remus, you could never be anything of the sort! You just have… a problem, you can't control it! Now, would you please help me up?"

Remus smiled and offered her his hand, she took it, and he brought her snugly up to him, so that they weren't even an inch apart. "I knew you were special." He said.

.:End of Flashback:.

Tara smiled at this memory. Her feelings for Remus hadn't changed one bit, and they were close friends; often the only sane ones in their group of friends. And Tara found herself wondering why it was that they had never gone out. Then she remembered the horrid Yule ball that past year.

.:Flashback:. (Sixth year)

It was only the middle of the night, and already Tara had had the time of her life. By the looks of things, Laura and Mary were, too. Lily and James were somewhere around, either fighting or flirting, they didn't seem to know the difference.

Mary had danced the night away with her new boyfriend, Gordon Willis, and was now collapsed on a chair, rosy faced, as Gordon got drinks. She was wearing a tight, strapless, ankle length burnt orange dress with brown piping, and a brown frill at the foot of her gown; with sparkling orange heels to match.

Laura was sitting beside her, in a flowing, scooped necked midnight blue gown, with silver lace to accent, silver jewelry, and silver ballet flat shoes. She too was waiting for her companion to bring her drinks. To her delight, she was going with none other than Sirius Black. It was a rather interesting story how they had gotten together. The day before the ball, Sirius had broken up with McKenzie Gobel, who had been his girlfriend for whopping nine days. He had come back to the common room, seeing exactly what he'd hoped to. He'd moseyed on over to the four Gryffindor girls: Mary, who was going with Gordon Willis, Tar, whom had said 'yes' blushingly when Remus had asked her to go as friends, and Lily, who was apparently unhappily taken by James. Laura was the only one left without a date.

"Hello, Ladies," he said. Three of the four glared at him for reasons unknown, but Laura smiled, "I just broke up with McKenzie."

At this the girls expressions cleared, and they smiled and glanced at Laura. Sirius disregarded this, by now, he thought, she was sure to have a date.

But he had gone ahead and asked, much to Laura's pleasure, and she had said yes, of course. Things were looking good for them, they weren't going out, but she thought it was only a matter of time.

And then there was Tara, whom Remus couldn't keep his eyes off of, in her red, green, and gold layered dress, fitted at the bodice and beautifully flowing into a full length gown, with her long chocolate mane swaying gently, and her golden jewelry glittering in the light. She too was waiting for the men to return.

Just then, Gordon came into view, two frosty butterbeers in hand. Mary hurried off to him, and she saw the two exit, hand in hand.

Just as the two girls left waiting were beginning to get impatient, Remus and Sirius came into view, accompanied by two girls. Two very slutty girls, scantily dressed in laced up pink netting and black velvet corset style skimpy dresses and black heels revealing mile-long legs covered in pink fishnet. Tara resisted the urge to be sick, Laura resisted the urge to smite them from the face of the earth.

So the girls sat there in shock until the boys, still accompanied by Sierra and Amanda, came right up to them, and they snapped back to reality.

"Hey precious," greeted Remus to Tara, Sirius also said hi to Laura.

"What are you doing with her?" Tara asked Remus flatly. Remus looked sideways at Amanda then back at Tara.

"We… we weren't…" stammered Remus as Tara began uttering some very disgusting language indeed which she herself usually didn't approve of.

"Remus, how could you? I trusted you, and you and that bitch all along?" She looked at him questioningly. Amanda chose that moment to entwine her hand with his. Remus was shocked, he had never been in such a situation. Tara seemed to have her conformation, and she put her face down and sprinted to the nearest exit, bawling.

Meanwhile, Laura was chewing out Sirius. It was obvious she had no problem with extreme language. "So you dump Kenzie for this slut? Bitch for slut, huh? You just can't make up your mind, can you? Is success measured by how many girls innocence you take away? Gosh! You two timing man whore! All you see in girls is a hunk of ass! I'm glad we came as friends, but we leave as a lot less than that! Here's what I think of you!" and she slapped him hard across the face, and repeated the gesture to Remus; then retreated after Tara, where they wept together.

.:End of Flashback:.

Turns out that both Sirius and Remus had had left the underdressed girls after yelling themselves hoarse, and had sat in their dormitory with Peter (who now insisted on being called 16 Silver Sickles, his newest rap title) and kicking themselves, cursing Amanda and Sierra's names.

Of course Tara didn't know that, and at the mere memory of that night, she began to cry. Already she missed her comforting friends, especially Laura, and found herself yearning for seventh year.

A/N So, that was only the prologue! I know it was really long, but we felt that all this information was important to give background information on the characters and to show why themselves and the "dick clique" are sworn enemies. From now on there will be a few flashbacks but the story will mostly occur in the present time for them. Hope you all enjoyed and please review!

Oh, and also, I (LU) have drawn some pictures of the ball gowns and such so if someone could tell me how to post them I'd owe you for life! :)