A/N: Hi, you are awesome for clicking on my story, even if it was by accident. This is my first ever Fanfiction, so I'd really like to know how I'm doing.

I disclaim everything Harry Potter related.

TALL BLONDE SOMEONE

CHAPTER 1: Girly girls and train kissing

As I sat outside and watched the sunset from the overgrown lawn of the burrow's garden, I once again envied the poets and writers who could describe its beauty in novels and verses.

I didn't return to the burrow once the sun had set, and instead watched as the spiders scuttled up and down rocks, and listened to the fading songs of the birds as they settled down for the night.

I liked being on my own, and rarely got lonely or bored. I hated the shrieking, giggling girls who seemed to constantly surround me in the Ravenclaw common room, and it seemed I couldn't escape them here at the burrow any more. Lily had changed over the years, and school politics and the pressure of popularity had warped the girl who I had once been so close to. I hardly knew my small, red-haired cousin anymore.

I sighed and stood up. I would have to go inside eventually. I paused at the door, took a deep breath and walked inside.

"Rose!" squealed Lilly "Where have you been all afternoon? How are you babes?"

I cringed at her high, false tone, closed my eyes, and tried my best to imitate politeness. "Hi Lily, I'm fine thank you". I tried to make my way upstairs, but my attempts were futile. Lily stood in the way, bearing her white pearly teeth in an over-rehearsed grin.

"Rose" she beamed. "Why don't you come and talk for a while? We haven't had a girly chat since forever and everyone loves a girly chat."

Not me, definitely not me. But I had no choice as Lily steered me into the golden armchair by the fire.

"Did I ever tell you about Anson Goldstein? Tanned, dark hair, rocking body?"

"Yeh, I know the one." I sighed. It didn't look like I would be able to escape any time soon.

"Well, he was all like, I think you're really fit, and was I like, yeah, well you're not the only one. Why would he go up to me and say 'I think you're fit'? Why would someone say that? He is gorgeous but who does he think he is; walking up to me and saying 'I think you're fit'. I think that's a bit strange, don't you? What would you do? Do you think he's fit?" Lily prattled on.

I sighed, mentally making a list inside my head of things I would rather do than listen to Lily talk.

"Oh yeah, you're dating Blaire Spencer aren't you?"

I quickly abandoned my daydream at the sound of Blaire's name, and sighed.

"Isn't he in a band or something?"

I nodded, wishing that she would either change the conversation, or better yet, shut up all together.

"I heard guys in bands are really good kissers, is that true?" she asked.

I shrugged, pulling the hood of my dark, muggle jumper up around my ears.

"Come on, spill," she ordered.

"Yeh, he's a good kisser," I said, rising from my chair and walking away before she could protest.

I walked up several flights of rickety stairs until I reached my room. Costa, my owl, was sitting on my windowsill, with a letter tied to its leg. The letter read:

Rosie,

We'll pick you up tomorrow when we get back from Peru. We have some amazing stories to tell you and Hugo when we get back, but as your mother has informed me numerous times, it's not wise to write them in a letter. Sorry for missing the first half of your holidays, but with work being what it is, it's hard to find time off. Being an Aura isn't about schedule and organisation, much to your mum's disgust. Anyway, can't wait to see you, all my love, Dad

I smiled. However picturesque The Burrow was, I couldn't wait to be back at home. My home, where redheaded cousins weren't constantly visiting, where I could stay in my room and do my homework in peace.

The next morning, I was awoken by the sound of an ear splitting crack.

"Ronald Weasley" shouted Grandma. "You know, I would expect you would have more respect than to apparate right into my kitchen, and break my best vase in the process."

There was another loud crack.

"Ronald Weasley what have you done" said my mother disapprovingly. "Sorry Molly, you know, I told him we should've apparated outside."

Then I heard my mother and Grandma both say reparo. I pulled on my muggle hoodie and tiredly slouched down the staircase. I faintly smiled at my mum and dad, saying "Hey" as I passed them. Mum understood my grumpy 'I don't care' attitude far to well, and said nothing but "Hi sweetheart". Dad, however, pulled me into a bone crushing hug and kissed my matted red hair. I poured myself a coffee, mentally crossing of another day before I returned to Hogwarts.

We arrived at king's cross-station, and entered platform 9 ¾ in the usual way. Lily was quizzing Hugo about his new girlfriend, Ria. I liked Ria, she was shy and sweet, and didn't feel obliged to try and talk to me, like his other girlfriends had. I had the feeling that Hugo was starting to get bored of her now, but I hoped for Ria's sake that he ended things with her more kindly than he had with Lucia, Isobel and Juliet. We said goodbye to our parents, and hugged them for good measure, and turned to walk towards the train. We were separated immediately. Lily sauntered of to join her giggling friends, Hugo left to find Zane Jordan, and Albus strutted towards the prefect carriage, which left me alone. Well, I thought I was alone, until I felt a pair of arms wrap around my middle, and a pair of lips on my ear.

I sighed ."Hi Blaire"

"Hi Rose" he said. I tried to get free of his arms, but as I turned to face him, he kissed me. It wasn't that Blaire wasn't a good kisser; it was just that I wasn't expecting him to kiss me. I pulled away, and he took my hand in his, and pulled me closer. I had never really felt comfortable with Blaire, but then again, I rarely felt comfortable with anybody. He was far to slim for me to rest against, like you see in cheesy muggle movies, and I always felt a little overshadowed by him. When I kissed him, I couldn't run my hands though his hair, in fear of messing up his precisely tousled locks, which I knew he spent hours on. I couldn't press up against him, in fear of ruining his perfectly pressed clothes. Today, I realised, he had out done himself in the style department. His jeans were dark, and contrasted nicely with his cream top that brought out specks of blonde in his black, gelled hair. He wore a loose grey blazer, of which he had rolled up the sleeves.

I heard a voice from behind. "Oh, Weasley, I see were going for the homeless look this year are we?" said a tall, pale figure who approached us from a cloud of steam produced by the train.

I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes, counting inside my head. I hated Malfoy with a passion, as he seemed to enrage my usually indifferent attitude without even trying. I stood there, glaring at him, knowing that if I so much as parted my lips I would probably scream at him, which would only amuse him further.

"Leave us alone, Malfoy" muttered Blaire angrily

"No need to get your handbag out Spencer, but in case you've forgotten, you need to come to the prefect carriage"

"Oh, yeh" said Blaire grudgingly, pulling me closer to kiss me "Bye Rose"

Malfoy mimed throwing up, and Blaire trudged of towards the prefect carriage. Malfoy winked at me at turned his back, following Blaire.

I hopped onto the train, and cursed myself for not boarding as soon as possible, because the carriages were almost all full. I felt somebody tap me on the shoulder. I expected someone confronting, like Malfoy or one of his Slytherin buddies, but it was Cathy Jenkins, who was my closest (and only) friend at Hogwarts. She gestured to the carriage she had just come out of, and we both went inside. As we sat down opposite each other, Cathy asked, "Had a nice summer?"

"Not really" I said, "I'm glad to be back. At least now I'll have my studies to distract me"

"More like you'll have Blaire to distract you" she smiled.

Cathy's long, dark hair was twisted into a plait at the back of her head, and she was wearing blue jeans and vintage, Weird Sisters hoodie.

"Nice hoodie" I said, "Where'd you get it?"

"I went to their gig this summer with Danny" she sighed, twirling her hair round her finger. "I'll really miss him, now he's left Hogwarts"

Danny was Cathy's extremely long term boyfriend (If you count five years as long term) and I worried for her sanity this year, because I wasn't sure how she would handle being apart from him. I liked Cathy, and we were well suited to be friends. Neither of us minded the silences that made others feel awkward. Neither of us felt the need to share every aspect of our lives with each other, nor badger the other about secrets, which we obviously didn't want to tell.

We slipped on our Hogwarts robes halfway through the journey. A while later, Blaire, and his friends/band-mates Harvey Abercrombie and Manuel Sloper entered our compartment. Blaire seemed to have no problem with kissing me in front of his friends but I pushed him away, hoping he would get the hint and give me some space.

"Erm, Blaire" said Manuel, "I think you need to finish your prefect rounds. You don't need Professor McGonagall on your back; she lets us use her classroom for band practise.

He pulled away from me, and whispered "eleven-o-clock tonight, tapestry of Bob the Bewildered, don't be late babe."

I sighed as the boys exited the room. It was not the lustful sigh that Cathy had emitted earlier, it was more like an 'Oh God, not this again' sigh. We actually talked very rarely, Blaire and I, not that a minded, but all he wanted to do was kiss me. Cathy raised her eyebrows at me, but didn't say anything.

Cathy, Blaire, his band, the bands girlfriends, a few Indie-rock wannabe's and I all traipsed into a Thestrel pulled carriage. It was a very squishy carriage ride, were I was practically perched on Blaire's knee the whole time. I doubted if most of the people in the carriage liked me at all, or if they just accepted me as one of Blaire's more experimental girlfriends.

As the carriage pulled up outside of the castle, I heard a sharp, snide voice say. "Oh look, here comes the carriage of the Band Geeks and their loyal followers. I actually heard them play, and it's really a load of Dragon Sh. . ."

"What?" I said, stepping out of the carriage and glaring at the pointed face of Malfoy. "Opposed to your carriage, which is filled with brainless quiddich players, and their even thicker girlfriends."

"Jealous Weasly?" mocked Malfoy "I'm sure if you worked hard enough you could be a stupid quiddich player's girlfriend too."

I made a rude hand gesture at him, and stormed of. Cathy was the only one who tried to catch up with me. She said nothing, knowing that she would only infuriate me more. "I hate him" I spat. "He is an arrogant little arse, and he knows it."

Cathy just smiled, deciding to keep whatever opinions she had on Malfoy to hers.

A/N: Do you know how freaked out I was about publishing this? Ask anyone I know, I've been stressing about it for ages, so a review would be amazing.

Thank you very much for reading this, and thank you very much to my awesome friends Holly and Katie, for putting up with my constant obsessing.

Also, has anyone got any good names for Blaire's band?