Ok, so this is my first ever fanfiction. RATED M FOR SEX AND LANGUAGE! The idea for it just popped into my head and I decided to work with it. Like I previously stated, I've never written fic before so if this royally sucks I'm really super uber sorry. Please leave me some reviews; I really wanna know what people think and how I'm doing. Thanx so much!

Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter characters, places, or things. I don't own Rocky Horror either. All I own is Brie Stoker, Bonnie, and the plot.

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Males -Music-Makeup

Now let's get on with the story shall we?

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM DAMNIT!" shouted Ginny Weasley as she threw yet another lamp at my head. I easily dodged the poor lamp and heard it shatter on the floor behind me.

"IT'S MY ROOM TO DUMBASS! IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH ME IN HERE THEN GET THE HELL OUT YOURSELF! NOW IF YOU DON'T MIND I KINDA NEED TO GET DRESSED! I screamed in fierce retaliation.

"OH PLEASE! THOSE SCRAPS YOU WEAR CAN HARDLY BE CALLED CLOTHES. YOU'RE SUCH A SLUT! I HATE YOU!" she screeched. She stormed out the bedroom door, shoving my shoulder hard on the way out. I slammed the door on her back.

Geez, I hate it when this shit happens. Ginny and I fight nearly every day. Sometimes even more than once. When I first came to live with the Weasleys at the beginning of summer, me and Ginny were best mates. Ginny had come home for a little bit just before the end of school last year to help me take care of molly when she got the flu. Arthur couldn't do it because of his job. I wasn't in school at the time and couldn't finish out my 4th school term until that summer due to my adoption situation. Then stupid Harry freaking Potter had to go and get a crush on me. I had met him and Hermione at the end of the school term when I had first been adopted. I had to go with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley to pick up Ginny, Ron, and the twins. Ever since then, Ginny has hated my guts. Plus we share a room, so things are always strained between us. Always.

'I seriously cannot wait until the school year begins. I need some girlfriends to bitch to.' I sighed. I walked over to the closet the ginger beast and I also shared. I dug out my teal/pale yellow/ lime green/white plaid shorts, a lime green camisole, a white bra, and some matching panties. I dropped the towel that I had wrapped around me after my shower that morning to the ground and slid into my chosen outfit.

I walked back to the bathroom and brushed out my light blonde, straight, slightly layered hair that flowed just past my shoulders. It was still semi-wet, but it wouldn't take too long to finish drying. 'I'll just let it stay down today.' I then applied a thin layer of foundation to my pale-ish skin. I added a little bronzer to the sides of my face to accent my cheekbones. 'now for the eyes' I smeared a nude brown color over my eyelid, then added a medium dark brown to the crease of my left eyelid, overlapping the nude-brown slightly. I accented the corner of my eyelid with a very dark chocolate brown; I repeated the process on my other eyelid. 'No liner today. It would screw up the natural look.' I applied basic black mascara then put my beauty products away and examined my reflection.

I like the way I look. I have a Monroe lip piercing with a diamond stud as a mark of my odd personality. I've read it's really common in the muggle world (that's where I got it done), but not the wizarding one, so it's special. I adore my hair and skin tone; they remind me of my mom. Then my blue eyes make me look like my dad. 'Daddy…' I think about my parents a lot. My dad a lot more than my mom. I never knew my mother. She gave birth to me on August 7th then packed her bags and ran for the hills. I've seen lots of pictures though; she was beautimous. A perfect mix of beautiful and glamorous: beautimous. My dad named me and raised me up until I was 14. Then he just disappeared. Poof. He went out to town on Sunday morning like always and just didn't come back. The ministry couldn't find a trace of where he had been or where he went. They still haven't. I doubt they're even looking anymore. It's been 2 and ½ months since I was adopted by the Weasleys. I don't know if either of my parents are still alive. All I know is that when I graduate from my new school, Hogwarts, in a few years (assuming dad still hasn't been found of course) , I'm going to find them. Or die trying.

There's another thing to worry about, this new school Hogwarts. I'll be spending my school years 5-7 there. Ginny told me all about the place. (you know, back before she went all bitch-mode) It sounds quite different from my old school. We weren't split up like they are there except for dorms, and that was just a gender separation. But at this school they're split into 4 separate groups and THEN buy gender as well. That's 8 very different groups! (excluding the transvestites).

'teehee transvestites.' I can't help but giggle every time I hear that word. Me and bonnie went and saw The Rocky Horror Picture Show when I still lived in Godric's Hollow and we went all around school singing "sweet transvestite" for a week after. Bonnie was (and still technically is) my best friend. I don't get to see her anymore, but we write frequent letters and are sure to keep in touch.

There was a sudden high pitched squeak downstairs. 'Ah, the ginger beast makes her terrifying death call' That ridiculous squeal could only mean one thing. "Harry darling!" I heard Mrs. Weasley gush. 'I knew it.' Harry had arrived, and most likely Hermione as well.

I understood why Harry had a thing for me. I don't want brag (except I totally do), but im an attractive girl. I'm 5 ft 6", which is a decent height. I have great legs, and a generous c cup bra size. Im skinny and I have a pierced belly button. I've also lost my parents, which is something Harry can understand. I also was raised where he was born and where his parents were killed; I'm sure he would like to learn more about the place.

I slipped into some white flip-flops and jogged lightly down the stairs to see Mrs. Weasley talking animatedly to Ron and Hermione; Ginny was clinging to Harry like glue. It was pretty gross. I genuinely felt bad for Mr. Potter at the moment. As if he could read my thoughts he looked up at me. "Brie!" he exclaimed pushing the ginger beast off him, eliciting a yelp from IT. He trotted over and gave me a *cough* very firm hug.

If my piercings don't give off signals about my personality, talking to me always does. Despite my depressing background, I have a wild personality. I love theatre,baking, music, reading, and I always speak my mind, no matter how brutal or inappropriate the thought. My mouth gets me into a lot of trouble, and often. I'm a huge feminist and I admit that I have too much attitude for my own good. I cuss like a sailor. I'm loud. I think of random things, have strong opinions, and describe things more crudely and detailed than I should. I am NOT quiet. My personality can honestly turn me into a royal bitch sometimes.

This is one of those times I felt like being a bitch. And Ginny Weasley is most definitely my target of the day. So I returned Harry's hug with extremely exaggerated enthusiasm. I wrapped my arms around him slowly and squeezed my curves into his body. "Harry," I said in a voice that absolutely walked the fine line between flirty and seductive, "I missed you sooooooooooooo much! Honesty I thought about you all summer!" I couldn't tell which face was redder: Harry's, Ginny's or Ron's.

Ron was the only one of the Weasleys who knew about mine and Ginny's constant fighting. Ginny didn't want her mother to think she was anything but innocent and sweet (scoff). So when Ron had walked into the heat of one of the fights one day, Ginny made him swear not to tell anyone. We never argued in front of the family: Ginny didn't want her families view of her diminishing and I didn't want the Weasleys to think it was a mistake to take me in. They had all (with the exception of ginger beast) been nothing but sweet to me since day one. So if Ginny and I actually agreed on anything, it was keeping quiet in front of the folks. Which isn't easy considering were both feisty, fiery, stubborn, loud, and well opinionated females.

"W-well I erm….thought about you a-a lot too, I guess…yea" Harry stammered. I couldn't help but laugh. He smiled and looked like he was going to say something but unfortunately he was cut off. "Don't you laugh at him." Ginger Beast snapped. "Gin, chill out." Ron said. I was in awe. Ron had never had the nerve to stand up to Ginger Beast. I don't blame him, really.

"Thank you Ronald Weasley for finally having the penis to tell her to shut the fuck up!" I said, giving my 'brother' a playful salute. "BRIE!" reprimanded Mrs. Weasley. 'Shit. Forgot she was in the room' Ginny smirked triumphantly. "HA! And by the way I was wondering, you've stood up to me before, yet you thanked Ron for having the penis to do said act, so does that mean you have a penis?" Ok, I don't wanna flip in front of Mrs. W, but she's pushin it.

"Oh yea Ginger Beast, I totally have a massive dick. 16 inches long. NO LIE" I said sarcastically. "I knew it!" she said. "You knew it? How could you have known? Have you been watching me shower or something? Watching me in my sleep a little bit?" I asked. "No STUPID. I'm just convinced you have a penis." "Well if your convinced it means you must have thought this over. Why you thinking about my penis?" I was just egging her on now. "So you admit you have one!" she said, pointing a finger at me. "Why you avoiding the question?" I pushed. "Because…wait…what?" She said in a frustrated manner. "Exactly" I stated. "LADIES!" Exclaimed an exasperated Molly Weasley, "I think it's high time we went down to Diagon Alley, don't you?" "I agree" piped up Hermione. I had nearly forgotten the poor girl was there. "Alrighty then. I'll fetch Arthur from that darn shed of his and then we'll be off." Said Mrs. Weasley stiffly.

'Great. Now she's mad. Way to go Ginger Beast.' Ok, ok, so it was totally me that started the argument but that didn't mean I would admit it. I was just ready to head down to Diagon Alley, get my shit, and get to school. 'I can't wait for the last week of summer to be over'

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Our not-so-little family landed outside the public floo with a pretty good thump. We (being Me, the Weasleys, Hermione, Harry, and Ginger Beast (she doesn't count as a Weasley)) decided to go to Gringotts first to pick up a nice wad of cash before shopping. I had my own account just like Harry and Hermione, so we thought it would be best if we all went to separate clerks. Before we split, Mrs. Weasley gave us all a ominous warning. "Now, we all have different things we need to buy, so let's just split up and meet back here at 5:00 pm sharp. AND NOT 1 STEP DOWN KNOCKTURN ALLEY" she said sternly with a glare toward the twins. "Yes mam" We all echoed. "Alright. Now off you go the lot of ya. Go on, go on" said Mr. Weasley gently.

I started looking around the bank for a short line. I wasn't really sure how much money I would need considering I'd never had to take the money out of the account on my own before. I started rummaging through my tan messenger back in an attempt to find my Hogwarts list. I must not have been paying very good attention, because I ran straight into someone, sending us both to the floor in a heap. I roughly landed on top of the someone, earning a small grunt from said someone.

~A/N: OH OH OH WHO DID OUR BELOVED BRIE LAND ON? I THINK I KNOW! ITS DR…..~

"I am so very sorry I was looking for something in my bag and didn't see you. Well, technically I saw you but by the time I did I had already plowed into you therefore making it pointless for me to have done it, seen you I mean, ya know what I mean?" I rambled, getting off the floor and offering a hand to the victim of my clumsiness. "It's ok I wasn't paying attention either. And no. I have no freaking clue what you mean." Said the girl. "Well shit. I was hoping you would know. Cause I sure as hell don't." We both laughed. The girl was a very pretty Chinese girl with long black hair and tan skin.

~A/N: NO! It's not Draco its…..~

"I'm Cho Chang." She said, holding out her hand. I took the hand and shook it hard, then pretended to be smoking a cigar. "The names Stoker. Brie Stoker." ~A/N: sorry for all the notes. But that was a James Bond reference right there. And in my story Cho Chang is gonna be in the same year as Harry and Brie and everyone else. Just had to let you know….~ She laughed. "So you need to get some money?" "Yea. I was looking for my Hogwarts letter to guess at how much money to get out." "You go to Hogwarts to? I've never seen you there." "This will be my first year there. I'm a 5th year this term. I was adopted by the Weasleys this summer." "Oh do you like it here with them?" she asked curiously. "Yes and no. I love the Weasleys with the exception of Ginny.-" "OMG I HATE HER! Sorry to cut you off there but goodness she's such a bitch! i mean just because stupid Potter likes me she freaking thinks It's cool to hate my guts!" She ranted. "No way! Me to! I mean that's my exact situation! We were even friends before Harry met me and decided I was HOT!" I said. She giggled "Well you cant blame a bloke for tryin Brie. Your so damn irresistable." She said huskily, batting her eyelashes. I laughed. I ike that we just met and shes already joking around. "I'm going into 5th year as well. I'm a ravenclaw. Doy ou have any idea which house youll be in?" "not a clue. I can get along with anyone, I mean I love making people laugh, but I have traits of all 4 houses. So it's really complic-"

"NEXT" Said a goblin, interupting my train of thought. I wadddled quickly up to the counter with Cho close behind. "I need to make a withdrawl from vault 488 please." I requested, handing the wrinkly little creature my key. "OH OH OH I need money to! Vault 540!" Said Cho, thrusting a key at the poor Goblin.i tried (and failed) to hold back my laughter. The goblin sent a sharp glare toward the both of us "Right this way ladies."

"It was creepy; the way he said ladies." I whispered to Cho as the goblin lead us to a cart. She snorted. "Maybe he's a pedophile" she whispered. "He's to short to be a pedophile!" I whispered back. "He could be a short pedophile! He could be a shoriphile!" She whisper yelled. "That sounds like a disease penguins get. Shor-iphile-ism!" Cho laughed at loud at that.

We hopped into the cart and were whisked away through a labyrinth of tunnels. The ride was over as quickly as it had began and we were at my vault. The Goblin jumped out with a lantern and unlocked my vault. "Vault 448" he said in a grumbly voice. As we exited the cart, I mumbled to Cho "First sign of shori-phile-ism: a scratchy voice." She giggled again.

I walked into my *ahem* well loaded vault. My father had run an apothecary in Godric's Hollow and had made quite a bit working there. After his disappearance, the entire savings account had gone straight to me. "Damn chick! You're loaded!" said a mesmerized Cho. I looked directly at my chest. "Well thanks. I try…oh you mean the money…" She playfully hit my shoulder.

I decided it would be easier to scoop a shit-load of galleons into a small brown sac I had brought. "that should last until Christmas at least don't you think?" I asked Cho honestly. "oh yea you'll have plenty for your supplies and for Hogsmeade trips and everything." She said confidently. "Ok. Let's get to your vault"

We loaded back into the cart and made more shori-phile-ism jokes until Cho got to visit her own vault. She had a fair sum of cash of her own. After we had retrieved out keys from the 100% shori-phile-ism infected goblin, the rest of the trip flew by. Cho and I hung out all day, buying all we needed and even shopping around a little. Finally 4:45 pm rolled around and I figured it was about time to head back toward Gringotts. Cho and I talked a lot and became pretty good friends. I promised Cho I would meet up with her at the train station then headed back to the bank with all my purchases in my arms.

The group was all there waiting for me. "Ready?" asked Mr. Weasley. "Yep yep yep!" I repeated. "Alright guys let's go!" said Mrs. Weasley. We all squeezed together and Harry took some floo powder. "THE BURROW!" We arrived home in a dusty heap. I sprinted upstairs and locked Ginger Beast out of our room. I unpacked all my new things and then put all the school stuff in my trunk. I then unlocked the door, got into my 3rd fight with ginger beast that day, won said argument, and went to sleep with thoughts of a great school year coming up dancing around in my twisted mind like sugarplums.

~A/N: OMG this chapter has taken a lot of time. And there's not even any DRACO/OC action yet! AHHHHH! But I'll get there don't worry. Tell me if I'm doing good please!"~

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Males-Music-Makeup