A/N: Yay, another James/OC! I had this one on HPFF, it has 3 reviews. I was trying to add this new story on here, but for some reason it would let me post new stories for everything except Harry Potter. I nearly cried. But it's here now, and I hope you like it.
My first fanfiction. Read and review, por favor!

"Dixie? Hello? Dixie Kasnic? Are you even listening to me?" My dorm mate, Emily, pouted from next to me, but I brushed her off easily.
"She is such a slut!" I hissed, and Emily followed my gaze before rolling her eyes.

At the Ravenclaw table, Sophia Summerby tossed her annoyingly glossy dark hair over her shoulder, and smiled her annoyingly pretty smile. Her annoyingly loyal friend said something to her, and she let out an annoyingly bell-like laugh. Guys surrounded her and stared as she laughed, and my scowl deepened.

God, some people have it all, don't they? I mean, why does she get to have smooth, tan skin and a straight, white smile? Nobody should able to be gorgeous, uber popular, super smart, and a fantastic Quidditch player all at once.
I swear to God she's either a robot or the devil disguised.

The thing I hate most about her? She's nice.
No, seriously, she's totally understanding.
One time when I had the flu pretty bad, I blew chunks all over her brand new shoes. Her friends around her just about had a hernia, but she just kicked off her shoes and helped me to the hospital wing.
She helped me to the Hospital Wing.

Since then, I have hated her guts.

Later I'll think of some way to get her back for stealing the attention that I should have. Revenge is my personal specialty, after all. I might spread some rumor about a sexually transmitted disease. Or maybe I'll just dye her (annoyingly glossy) hair purple. That would so clash with her skin.

I was in the middle of eyeing up a treacle tart when Emily nudged me with sharp jab of her elbow into my ribs. My glass of water tipped and spilled onto the large, wooden table, and I turned my best glare to her. Instead of looking intimidated, though, she giggled insanely and pointed (not-so-subtly) to a crowd of Slytherins.

Damien Richards was watching me closely, and I sent a coy smile his way. He grinned at the acknowledgment, and I looked him over speculatively.
He's hot enough, I suppose, with light brown hair, summer skin, and robin blue eyes. I'd probably meet up with him later on tonight. By the way he's looking at me, I don't think he wants more than one thing from me.

Some people call me a slut, and I never bother denying it. I'm no where near a saint, after all.

I say, screw it. (Ha, puns are great.) My innocence was lost the summer before 5th year, and from then on, it didn't much seem to matter anymore.
Shagging was shagging; all the same to me. It was short and usually fun, and it meant nothing to both participants.
Except one.
Ugh. Stop that, Zee! I scolded myself internally, and rubbed my eyes. Thinking thoughts like those weren't allowed; it got me no where.

Emily gabbed on about her summer while I passed the time inspecting my long pink nails and giving an occasional grunt of agreement on things I hadn't even heard.

"Hey, Dix."
I turned around and smiled widely (and fakely) at Farrier Skeeter. Farrier is a tall brunette sixth-year Ravenclaw, and she knows everything about everyone. She's nosy and sneaky, and always up to date on what's new in Hogwarts.

"Hey, Ree!" I greeted her, trying to keep the dislike out of my voice. "Love the hair. It's so.. cute."

Not really. Her haircut is actually pretty ugly; did she cut it herself?

Farrier smiled and slid herself smoothly in between Emily and I, scooting away Em's pasta to make room.
"So," she started, and there was a gleam in her hazel eyes that made both Emily and I lean closer interestedly.

"This is major news, so be sure to spread it as soon as possible. Last night I caught Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy on the second floor broom cupboard. You should have seen their faces when I pulled open the door!"

Emily gasped before I could respond, cutting me off in one fluid motion. "No kidding! Did they.. do it?" She whispered the last words timidly.
I couldn't help it; I snorted in amusement and both girls turned to look at me expectantly.

"Come on," I started doubtfully, and arched both eyebrows high. "We're talking about Rose Weasley, girls."

I wanted to laugh again at their blank expressions, but merely smiled, not pleasantly. "She's a total prude. I doubt it got any farther than a little snogging."

Emily cast a glance down the table, before bowing her head in what was a half-way nod. She probably didn't want to say anything to insult her possible "buddies."

She could talk crap with us about them as long as they didn't overhear her; she was such a hypocrite sometimes.

It's not like Emily was good friends with the others in my dorm, but they didn't mind talking to her and were actually pretty pleasant. For being such big bitches, I mean.

Of course, they don't like me. I wasn't offended or anything, because it was a mutual hatred.

Emily finished her dinner after Farrier left, and we headed up to the Gryffindor Common room.

"Shit," I realized when we were almost in, ignoring the Fat Lady's appalled gasp. "Do you know the password, Em?"
Emily rolled her eyes; I always counted on her to remember them, and if she wasn't with me whenever I returned to the Common Room, I was royally screwed until someone else came along.

"Lucky for you, I do. Thestrals," She informed the Fat Lady, and the portrait swung open with a grumble.

We stepped through, and just as soon as we had, I wished we hadn't.

I halted in my tracks, and he leaned down to kiss her again as the whole Common Room cheered.

Emily said something from next to me, but I couldn't hear her over the buzzing in my ears.

I stared at them instead, watching him watch her.

The same brown eyes that had once smiled at me were now looking down at his best friend in adoration, while a wide grin split his face.

Hands that had been soft and gentle on my skin were now clasping strongly to hers, as if he was drowning and she was the only thing keeping him afloat.

He broke out of his trance and looked around the room, taking in the faces around him, all cheering wildly for what they knew would always end up. What was supposed to be, and what I should have realised would happen before giving my heart to James Potter.

I want to say his eyes followed me as I fled upstairs with Emily on my heels. But they didn't. They were trained on Jasmine's lips, instead.

A/N: There's the first chapter of Spiraling. Dixie is a fun character to write, a little challenging to slip into, but I hope you guys like her.
Okay, so the chapter title: This Love by Kesha. I am in love with Kesha's songs, and I think most of the chapter titles are going to be songs from her. You should go check out the song, anyways.
Now, I hope you liked it as much as I do. Read and review? (:
-Love, fethre.