Chapter 1-

Sucky Day

I knew today was going to be sucky as soon as I woke up.

I just had that feeling, ya know? That essence of suckiness just filled the air I was breathing.

It all started when my loving sister decided to scream in my ear.

She's such a brat.

She has officially decided to stay in my dorm since all the girls in hers were being arses.

Not like the ones in my dorm are too much better. It still strikes me as odd how they got into Ravenclaw in the first place...

Anyways, I just knew today was going to suck.

After my wake up call, I ever so gracefully tripped over my own feet and stumbled upon the floor.

Ow.

You know what I found out while I was on the floor? The von Trapp family is nothing like the movie The Sound of Music. I was snooping in a magazine on the floor to which I had fallen and I wish I hadn't when I found this top ten changes list:

1. Maria was a tutor when one of the children was sick and not a governess.

2. Maria and Georg married in 1927, 11 years before the family left Austria, not right before the Nazi takeover of Austria.

3. Maria did not marry Georg von Trapp because she was in love with him. She loved the children. (This totally proves the make out scene wasn't necessary)

4. There were 10, not 7 von Trapp children.

5. The names, ages, and gender of the children were changed.

6. The family was musically inclined before Maria arrived, but she did teach them to sing. (I knew they sang too good to have 'never sung before'!)

7. Georg was not an arse who hated music but a kind and gentle individual who loved music and his family.

8. The family did not secretly escape over the Alps to freedom in Switzerland, carrying their suitcases and musical instruments

9. There was no Uncle Max.

10. Maria needed anger management sessions and they all did not sing those lovely songs.

This is all very depressing. I loved the Goodbye Song and to think they never sung that...and no Uncle Max either? This sucks.

I shook my head and tried to prepare for the day. Pssht, like I'm ever ready for my school day to start.

I grabbed my uniform out of my trunk and waited for the bathroom.

Great, my favorite person.

Fiona Bradford emerged from the bathroom. I entered and prepared for the day. I put my hair in a clip and some light lip gloss. Fiona was sitting there with the other bimbos of seventh year Ravenclaws.

She was the typical blonde snob. Fake, blonde hair reaching the middle of her back. Fake bronze skin (she's a fake 'n' baker). She also has the perfect body. It's literally an hourglass. No one can have that perfect of a body. I mean, I come pretty close, but you'd never know.

I am the typical geek. I suppose I have a nice body, standing at 5'5" that is covered up with my uniform 99.9 of the time (the .1 percent is when I'm in the shower.) I might be the only one who doesn't roll her skirt or purposely shrink her shirt and sweater...or both. Perhaps Lily Evans though, but even she rolls her skirt. I obey all the rules. I wear my skirt down to my knees and my stockings up to the bottom of my kneecap. My sweater and shirt fits me how it should- not tight at all. My hair is ever rarely let down. I have a shade of caramel hair that I am proud to say is perfectly natural. I am very pale with blue eyes. I'd say I was pretty if I wasn't so conservative.

Ok, ok, I'll admit I am pretty but not 'hot' like everyone else. I'm so...plain. Ironically my name is Jane. Plain Jane Martha Meadows. That's my name, don't wear it out. I have a 4.0 average and I am a teachers pet.

You know how they say the geeks have a wild streak somewhere?

I am the exception. I have no known wild streak.

Heck, my 14 year old sister has more of a wild streak than me, the 17 year old. She is anything but plain.

Lauren Meadows often dyes streaks (the wild ones...haha my attempt at a pun, dreadfully sorry because I'm no good at making puns) of her hair multiple colors, often vibrant. She is thin with jet black hair reaching her waist. Her eyes are aquamarine. We look like our parents: me, my mother and her, my father. She is very popular among the fourth years, especially the guys. They pretty much praise the ground she walks on. She attends all the parties, too. Lucky girl...

I on the other hand, have been asked out a total of 2 times in my 7 years at Hogwarts. It never worked out. Thus, I am boyfriend-less. I attend no parties. Too much alcohol. I have lost count of how many times my sister has come in on the verge of passing out, so drunk. Keep in mind she is fourteen years old.

So anyways, back to my sucky day. I walked down the stairs and surprisingly did not trip. I put on my glasses and books I had left on the common room table the night before after a long night of studying. I then headed for the Great Hall.

Keep in mind that this is a sucky day and I can't get through the hallways without something eventful happening.

This event was not to my liking.

Sirius Black. Most people (girls and queer guys) swoon at the mention of his name. Except me. My sister claims I must have some genetic malfunction of the brain.

Even I have to admit he is gorgeous...but a complete prat.

His shaggy black hair hangs in a graceful and perfect way about his stormy grey eyes. His chiseled facial features and toned chest made him irresistible. Finally, the grin finished his perfect face...well, perfectly.

As I was saying, he was the main event many times of this sucky day. First appearance: knocking me to the ground in the hallway.

I was just looking toward the general direction of the ground when...

BAM!

Ow. I fell flat on my arse and saw a giant.

Just kidding, it was Sirius. But believe me; he looked like a giant from the ground, standing at 6'2".

"Hey. You okay?" he asked in his smooth voice.

"What?"

Wow, he must think I'm a genius.

"I knocked you to the ground, you okay?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine." I replied getting up, ignoring his hand offering to help me up.

It was only then I realized:

My clip fell out of my hair letting it loose, my skirt was hiked up from the fall, my sweater vest was half way up my stomach, my glasses had fallen off, and worst of all Sirius was grinning like a fool.

I could almost feel the color draining from my face when Sirius Black, the sex god of Hogwarts, was checking me, Jane Meadows, out.

I looked at myself in horror. I straightened out my sweater, but my skirt was threatening to rip if I tried to fix it.

"Well, um... I'm Sirius Black."

"I know."

"Care to tell me your name m'lady?"

I almost fell for it. Almost. I almost told him my name.

"Uh...no? I've got to go." With that, I stalked off.

"WAIT!"

Great, more to add to my day from hell.

"What, Black?"

"So I don't even get to know your name? Knocking beautiful girls to the ground doesn't often result in that for me. C'mon, I won't stalk you..."

"If you knew who I was, you wouldn't be asking me for my name, nor calling me beautiful." I retorted

"Can I guess?" he asked catching up to me.

"Fine."

"Are you...seventh year?"

"Yep."

"In any of my classes?"

"All."

He stopped to think. It was almost a full minute before it dawned on him who I was.

"J-Jane Meadows?"

I nodded.

"Plain Jane Meadows?"

I nodded, a little more irritated.

"Jane the Plain who..."

"Yes. The SAME BLOODY JANE!" I yelled out of frustration.

He was taken aback. With that I smirked, turned on my heel and stalked off to the Great Hall.

I had almost made a clean get away.

'Damn, my glasses.'

On cue, Sirius yelled

"Hey Meadows! Meadows! MEADOWS! OY! YOO HOO?! YOU-FORGOT-YOUR—

By this time, he was beside me and finished

"—glasses."

He handed me my glasses.

"Thanks."

Then, the most embarrassing thing ever happened to me happened.

Sirius Black kissed me. He didn't just kiss me. He kissed me. I mean really kissed me.

We went into the nearest broom closet and made out for at least a few minutes before I realized in horror.

This is Sirius Black.

The player.

He's kissing me.

Jane Meadows.

The geek.

And I'm kissing him back.

Shit.

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