A/N: this is my first fanfiction that has several chapters. I'm thick so I don't know what that's called. Enjoy! "And then I said to Carl, "hunni, I've been cheating on you for your own good! You've been getting too comfortable in our relationship, I need to keep you on your toes!" And then he went on about how I'm a dreadful boyfriend with hateful, murderous tendencies who only cares about rabbits, my teeth and-," James Sirius broke off.
The group of thirteen in the Gryffinfor common room sat each clutching a Starbucks essence of strawberry macchiato, all wearing orange lipgloss and with loosely curled hair. Twelve were grouped around one, James, almost like the disciples around Jesus, hanging on his every word.
"What's wrong, JJ?" Dominique asked, concerned for her leader, who was petting his rabbit (his eighteenth, named Bonnie Lace) in a distracted sort of way.
"Him," JJ snarled, glaring across the room.
It was Albus Severus Potter. Perfect figure, perfect, dark curls, "I Heart Boys" top, twelve-inch heels, and the latest July issue of Vogue magazine.
"Well, look who's taking after Daddy," James sneered, eyeing the Vogue magazine. "What the Helga are you doing in the Gryffindor Common Room, you disgusting dentist?"
Mark, Fred, Hugo, Rose, Dom, Roxanne, Molly, Lucy, Little Timmy, Dale, and Manfred simultaneously sassy clicked.
"Well, you can't join our group anyway! No slimy Slytherins aloud in the Girly Gryffindors!" James beamed childishly.
"So? I can come here if I want!" Al snapped. It was a weak comeback, and although he tried to stand tall, tears threatened to spill over from his mascara-rimmed eyes. Scorpius subtly laced his fingers through Albus's, unable to bear seeing his love in pain.
James didn't miss a thing. "Ah," he said, hazel eyes glittering with malice. "So you two are officially a couple, then."
Albus's face went red with a blood blush. "I-I-we're not dating!"
Scorpius's coral lips trembled as he tucked a long strand of white hair behind his ear. "Why are you so ashamed to be dating me, Al? I'm s-so sick of all this secrecy." He said in a Swedish accent, dabbing his eyes with his baby blue wool Chanel coat, trying not to crease his pale pink eyeshadow. Even through his tears, his eyes did not drift from the taller boys. He stalked off, wavy blonde hair drifting behind him under his light blue knitted headband.
Al started after him, but then heatedly turned around to stare at his attractively- giggling older brother, fists clenched. He thrust his hands into his robes and pulled out his wand.
"You've just lost me the love of my life. And you're going to pay for it, you whore."
