Alright. I don't own Harry Potter or Harry Potter and the charaters.
I do own my charaters Alexis Briggs and Kathryn(whom will be later in the story) I forget her last name.
Sorry if this is anyone out theres names.
Also, I do spell wrong, and I do make grammer mistakes. Please dont report me, I'm sure you make them too.
Oh and another thing, Language, I have a sailor's mouth, so if I slip, I AM terribly sorry!
Enjoy the story though.
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You know what?
Life sucks when your me.
I'm not saying that because I had a bad day either. Well, unless you call the rest of your life a day, then I would be having a bad day. Anyway, would you like to hear why I am having a bad...day? It all started because I moved from the United States to here. I hate it here. Not only because I had to move far away from my friends, but also because I am going to be married to him, and not by choice either. Ugh...he's just so annoying, stubborn, rude, and most importantly, frickin hot as hell. Well, I used to go to a private school back in my normal life. I was a straight A student, never missed any days of school, and then, I went to hell. I moved here, to Europe, London to be more specific. Then my life changed. I found out, ready for the drum roll, I'm a witch. Yeah, so now I go to Hogwarts. Not only am I in the rudest house, Slytherin for all of you slow people, but I am hated more then anything too. I have no friends, horrible grades, and every summer, I'm stuck with him, my stupid family for making me come here, and his family. If there was a god, he'd kill me, not because I'd want him to, but because no one else likes me, so why not him too? Sigh Well, at least I have you, journal, right? Or are you going to turn into a trader too? I hope not. Anyway, as of right now, I am sitting on a sofa in the common room, because, yet again, I was locked out of the girls dormitory, staring into the fire, which is slowly dying. Speaking of dying, do you think he would be fun to kill? I mean he's so, ugh... annoying. Sometimes I just want to take his head and just bash it against a frickin--
"Out here again, huh Alexis?" Came the oh-so stupid asshole, Draco.
"Yes, and like you really care." I snapped, shutting my journal fast.
"What's that?" He asked trying to see what it was, until I shoved it behind me.
"Nothing of your concern, now is it?" I said wishing I could do as I wrote in my journal.
"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't." He said sitting next to me.
"Well, it isn't. Go back to bed, I don't want to be bothered with you until the morning." I yawned, and rubbed my eyes, slowly sinking into the couch, laying down.
"Nope, I think I'll stay. To annoy you a little more." He taunted.
"Well, then enjoy this." I said, and before he could respond I kicked the side of him, hard.
"That hurt!" He said getting up, and without a moment's hesitation, I stretched completely out.
"Well, if you listened to my father as he was explaining to you things about me, you would have understood that I used to take karate back in the States." I smirked.
"I do listen to him, he never mentioned you taking ka-whatever it is." He made a face, of course, because it had to deal with muggles.
"No, because you would probably have respect for me if you did listen to him all the way, all the time." I said closing my eyes, wishing for this conversation to stop.
"I have respect for no one." He said walking away.
"Exactly, I know you don't." I said to him, and then added under my breath "You just caught yourself, stupid-ass."
"What did you just say?" He turned around to face me, and I opened my eyes.
"I said, Exactly, I kn--"
"No, I heard that, what did you mumble?" He asked, face turning red.
"Errr.. Nothing. You need your hearing checked maybe because I didn't say--"
"No," He said gripping my shirt at the shoulders, and pinning me down on the sofa. "You said something now what was it?" He said alarmingly low.
"Fine, I said that you caught yourself, and I called you a stupid ass." I practically yelled, and also ready to block a blow from him.
"Who do you think you are to call me a stupid ass, and what do you mean I caught myself?" He asked loosening his grip .01.
"Who do you think you are pinning me to the sofa, and you said you have respect for no one, meaning that you would listen to my father all the way if you had respect for him, and you just said you have respect for no one." I smirked knowing I was right as he thought this over in his head.
"I didn't mean that." He finally said.
"Well, you said it, now get off." I said and shoved him.
"I'll deal with you later," he growled, walking away, "until then, enjoy your sleep. You never know when it may be your last." he then vanished up the stairs. I froze in my spot, that wasn't like him. No matter how pissed he got, he usually never said something threating to me. 'Was that threating? Or am I over re-acting? I mean this is Draco we ARE talking about.' I thought. I fell asleep, his last words still hanging in the air, and haunting me in my sleep.
I awoke with the sounds of laughter from the Slytherin girls. Laughing at me because I was sleeping on the sofa. Where was I going to sleep if you locked me out of the frickin' dorm? Is it me, or are people getting even more stupid each day they wake up? I got dressed, and walked down to the Great Hall to sit with the people yet again, for one more final year, and have breakfast. As I walked into the Hall, Harry looked up and waved to me-happily, as Ron and Hermione gave me dirty looks. 'Life's great when your a Slytherin.' I thought, rolling my eyes, because this wasn't true. Life was less then perfect, and I hated it. I sat at my usual spot, with the usual uncomfortable lonely feeling. Ate my breakfast, and headed off to my classes. Of course I always left early, a couple heads would rise, here and there, then lower back down once they saw I was a nobody. I was used to this, until today, the day it all changed.
"Ms. Rose, leaving so soon?" Came the oh-too familiar voice of Professor Dumbledore. No less was he half-way across the room. So now, when he spoke everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at me. Mumbling of students, wondering when they got the new student. Non-Slytherins looking over at the Slytherin table, giving them awkward looks. The Slytherin students hung their head, in shame. When I finally found my voice to speak, I talked, I talked and I didnt shut-up.
"Yes, Yes I am Professor." I said slowly turning around, to face the happy smiling Dumbledore. "I am sick and tired of the treatment I get, that I have received for the past 5 years of being here. No student of Slytherin has accepted me, only one student from another house has." Someone giggled at that last statement, and because it was so quiet, it traveled, it traveled to my ears. I then turned to where I believed I heard it from and yelled "Go ahead, laugh it up. At least I have one true friend. Now how many can you say are true?" I then turned back to Dumbledore, and continued on. "Now, you say something to me out of the past 5 years that I've been leaving a "whole school gathering" early, and in my last year, you want to say something?" I asked starting to shake with anger. I saw him slightly twitch, and his smile slightly dim down. "Did you just ignore me too, hoping that the 'imperfect' person would vanish if you didn't pay any attention to her? Well, obviously thats never going to happen. Don't hate me because I am here, hate my father, hate my dead mother. Thats the reason why I am miserable and stuck here. You really think I want to be stuck with you things if i had a choice on where to go? I hate it here, and I hate every single one of you in here except for Harry, because he doesn't seem like a bad person, once you get to know him." I then turned around and walked out of the Great Hall. Tears threating to come out of my eyes, as I heard the things in there mumble with disrespect, "Her mothers dead? Poor thing." "I feel sorry for her, maybe we can be pity friends." Dumbledore could obviously take no more after hearing what most of the students were saying and then yelled silence. As I walked further and further, I felt tears slowly coming down my cheek, and the slowing hush of the Great Hall. I turned the corner, and headed out to the quidditch fields. I grabbed an old training broom from the 'shed' and climbed on top of it. I had experience, because each summer, Draco would want to play quidditch, and who would he get stuck with? The stupid girl that everyone thought was his sister, as he used to call me. Now its just stupid girl. I then flew up high, and actually sat in between the circle of the goal posts, the tallest one to be exact. No sooner did I get up there I saw a platinum blonde head, and a black head running towards me, brooms in hand. I dried my eyes, and slightly rolled them, as the got closer. When they were about 25 feet away from me, I heard them arguing, about what I don't know, and I don't want to. Harry gave me an apologetic look and Draco just glared at me.
"I should have never taught you how to use a broomstick." He snarled at me. I opened my mouth to speak, but Harry spoke first.
"So you'd rather have her lying dead on the ground, is that what you're saying?" Harry asked. Draco opened his mouth to agree, but then shot a look towards him.
"Why would you think that?" He asked still snarling.
"Because you said--"
"Just knock it off!" I screamed, making the both of them jump. "Draco, I understand that you hate me and probably want me dead, but if you didn't notice this is all of your fault!" I screamed in his face, and slowly got up, and got back on the broom, and started to fly away again. "And, Harry," I said my back facing him, my voice cracking. "Don't even attempt to follow me. I'll have no regrets of knocking you out." I then flew away, back down to the shed, threw the broom in there, and ran away. I found a dark corner, that showed who was walking by, but they couldn't see you. I saw Harry walk quickly by, and a few seconds later, I started to cry softly. I then saw that Draco was also walking the same way, but slower, because he heard something. He looked around everywhere, and then saw the dark corner. he started to walk towards it, and I tried to move further back, only succeeding in him now knowing someone was there.
"Alright, Alexis I know your back here." He said, with a look of disgust.
"Leave me the hell alone." I said harshly, trying to cover up that I was crying.
"No, I think I'll stay, but to talk to you." He said staying where he was.
"Great, you can stay, but have fun talking to anyone but me." I shook my head, and hung it low. Now I was ashamed.
"Look, I'm going to talk to you regardless if you like it or not." He said, actually trying to fit into the corner.
"Fine, but I just want you to know that I hate you, could care less about you, and other stuff."
"Other stuff?" He asked sounding very curious.
"Yes, and you don't need to know what the other stuff is." I replied.
"Fine," he sighed, sounding like he didn't want to fight. "You hate me? And you can care less about me?" He questioned, under his breath.
"Draco, i didn't mean it that way, I just--" He then, softly cupped one of his hands under my chin, and turned my head towards him. I tried to look in his eyes, but I couldn't.
"Look at me." He stated. I then tried to look at him again, and this time actually doing so. "I thought so." He said after about 10 seconds of looking into my eyes, and dropped his hand.
"What was that all about?" I asked, cocky.
"You don't hate me, and you actually do care about me." He responded just as cocky back. "You also obviously know something that I dont." He said surprising me.
"Well, I do know something, but do you care about me? Or do you hate me?" I asked, not expecting a responce, but I got one.
"Yeah, I care about you, when I want to." He said shrugging it off, like it was nothing.
"Congratulations." I said unenthusiastically, "You are the first person to say they actually care about me. Even if it is when you want to" I said shrugging it off like it was nothing.
"Wha- Really?" He asked wanting to know why but he wasn't going to ask. God forbid he actually showed interest in me.
"Yes." I replied short. Not wanting to talk about it.
3 Months Earlier
"Dad. I'm going on the train now." I said, to my father who ignored me.
He continued to talk on his cell phone, which was amazing because its a muggle contraption.
"GOOD-BYE DAD!" I screamed into his face. All he did was give me a glare and turn the other way. Waving me off to go in a different direction, like when you are an annoyance to somebody.
"I hope you die, Dad." I mumbled under my breath. I started to walk towards the wall. I just walked through, unnoticed by the rest of the world too.
"Hey Lexi!" Somebody behind me yelled. I already knew who that was.
"Hey Har." I replied with a smile.
"Come in my compartment, don't sit alone this time." He said sticking out his hand.
"Thanks Harry I really appreciate this." I sighed. Once we got into the compartment, I looked out the window to see my father on the cell phone still, but now looking to see where I was. He shrugged after looking for about 5 seconds.
"So, how was your summer break?" He asked.
"Horrible. This is the most attention I've gotten since the last day of school." I said shrugging.
"Didn't your Mum or Dad say anything to you?" He asked looking hurt for me. 'Good Ol' Harry. Always worries about everyone else.' I thought.
"My mum passed away one day after I got back to my house." I said without any emotion. Although, I did feel like crying. My mum neer said 'I love you' or 'I care about you, you are the most important thing in my life.' to me, but I knew I was. We had that connection.
"Oh Lex." He said pulling me into a tight hug. "I am so sorry. I know saying that won't help bring her back, and I know you hate hearing it but..." He sighed. The last words hung in the air. I love you, is what he wanted to say. We both knew that it wouldn't work. None of his friends would accept me.
"Its alright Harry." I said pulling away, slowly. "My Dad just said one sentence to me the whole summer and that was it."
"What was that?" He asked, knowing he probably wouldn't like the answer.
"I'm marrying Malfoy." I said with apathy. Harry's jaw dropped. A silent tear came down my cheek.
I then all of a sudden remembered what my father said to me too. It was like I was reliving it.
He called me into his office, which I've only been in there once, when he told me about my mother's death one month earlier. Also, I know you get called in there if its urgent. 'Your marrying Draco Malfoy, he doesn't know so its up to you to tell him, his parents know and agree that you should tell him. Dismissed.' I recalled, still hearing and seeing how he looked when he said that. He didnt look up from his paperwork for his job, and also he sounded serious. When he said dismissed, I couldn't move until he looked up at me. I then ran up to my room and sobbed. My life was gone.
Alright, that was it for that chapter. Next chapter, if this goes through sucessfully and I don't loose my account because of my 'foul lanugage', I'll repost. Just Please review me, how am I to know if you like my story or not?
Next chapter will be in the now time, not three months ago.
