GIRLism

Disclaimer: All character and locations belong to the fabulous JKR. It's her world I'm just playing in it.
The story title comes from an awesome song by
SCANDAL, if you're into JRock you should check it out.

Chapter 1
Okay so imagine this. You're sitting at the Gryffindor table eating the world's best strawberry danish so in love with the house elves' cooking ability that you don't realize an hoard of angry Slytherins coming your way. They step right behind you so you have no choice but to notice the looming shadow. You turn around and then SMACK. A blonde Barbie-wannabe with watery blue eyes and a fake tan literally slaps the taste right out of your mouth.

"You dirty slag" the girl says before bursting into tears and running off with her two friends trailing behind her.

You'd be pissed off, right? Damn right, I'm right. Now you know exactly how I feel.

My cheek stinging, heart beating fast, adrenaline pumping I jumped up from my seat.

"Oi!" I called to the retreating Slytherins. "What the hell was that for?"

Bloody cowards. Who in the hell slaps someone, sorry Bitch slaps someone and then just storms away crying?!

It didn't look like Melody Montague or her band of followers would be stopping anytime soon. Instead of chasing them down I remembered that I'm a witch and pulled out my wand.

"Locomotor Mortis!"

The three blondes tripped over themselves as their legs locked together.

Of course this just would be the time when a professor shows up.

"Miss Weasley!" Professor Thomas says as if she's never seen a student using magic before.

"Me?"

"Magic is forbidden to be used in the great hall!"

"Explain how food magically gets to our plates" I said, "It's not like the house elves are waking around in little waiter uniforms handing out food, but this is so beside the point. These three tarts just slapped me and called me a slag. If anyone should be getting berated it should be them."

"Ten points from Gryffindor!"

"Like hell! You should be saying Slytherin. Ten points from Slytherin. I was doing nothing but defending myself from attack!" I tried to explain.

"Make that twenty and a detention."

"Detention?! You've got to be shitting me!"

"A week's worth of detention. Swear at me again and I'm writing to your parents."

I gasped, such a low blow. I'm not even the one who did anything wrong. "What a bitch" I muttered as I stormed out of the great hall.

"I heard that!" Professor Thomas called.

How could my day get any worse? And to think it was starting out so well. I woke up early, took a nice long shower, blow dried my hair, and then went on to have the best strawberry danish ever. Now that I think about it, I didn't even get to finish my breakfast.

In my anger I wasn't paying much attention to where I was going and I walked right into someone.

"Oomph!"

What was this person made of? Steel? I picked myself up off the floor and glared angrily at Scorpius Malfoy.

"Oh, did I knock you down? Sorry" he said distractedly.

"First your girlfriend, now you. You Slytherins have a lot of damn nerve" I spat out angrily.

Scorpius blinked. "Oh Rose, it's you" he said, "Sorry I'm distracted. I…I guess I should be going."

I watched as he walked away muttering to himself. Nope that was it I didn't even want to know what was going on with the Slytherins today. Maybe it wasn't a Slytherin thing maybe it was just Malfoy and Montague.

Although I don't see what either of them have to do with me.

I went up to the Gryffindor tower and got my book bag. I was so not looking forward to Charms. Why did Professor Thomas have to be the first teacher I have to see today?

"Here you are Rose" my best friend Candy said as she came up to me. "Ouch your face is red she got you good."

I immediately became angry again. "That fake flakey flimsy fetid freaking frozen ice queen left the mark on my face? Oh if only Pofessor Thunder-Thigh Thomas hadn't shown up when she did I would've cursed her into next century. Can you believe she had the nerve to give me detention? And what the hell was that hit for any way? I haven't offended anyone lately have I?"

You know I'm pissed off when I start insulting people with alliteration.

Candy looked like she wanted to laugh, but she didn't.

"Did you see that?"

"See it? I think the whole school heard it. Everyone is talking about it."

Damn it, this is not how I wanted to start the school year. I hate being the subject of gossip.

"It was such a cheap shot. Hello, I had a pastry in my mouth. Does anyone even know why the psychotic parasite hit me in the first place?"

"Not yet, but I bet it'll be all over school by the time Charms lets out."

I pouted. "I don't want to go to Charms."

Candy raised an eyebrow. "You're going to hide in your room and let everyone think you're a coward."

"Like hell I am! I am a Gryffindor. Coward isn't even in my dictionary. If it were there would be a picture of that….argh! I can't even voice the words I want to call her. She ruined my perfect day. Hell she probably ruined my week. You know how long rumors are going to go around about me. This sucks. I hate this place!"

"You've also gotten off topic. Come on, class is all the way down on the third floor and it starts in ten minutes."

"I have to put some paste on my face first, is it still red?"

Candy nodded, "I think its swelling."

Swelling? That's just perfect. I'll walk around school looking like half a puffer fish.

"I am going to make all Slytherins lives a living hell" I muttered as I picked up my backpack.

"You can't blame them all. It's not their fault Montague is a cheap cow. Let's not forget you have a cousin in Slytherin."

"The traitor" I said.

Of course people eyed me warily as I made my way to class. I was not deaf, I could hear the whispers. I did not get 'owned' by anyone. It was a bitch slap. Muggle fighting, who knew purebloods had it in them.

"Shut it Bates" I said as I entered the classroom.

A wiry guy with mousy brown hair grinned, "I didn't say anything."

"I'll give you lines" I said. As I prefect I had that ability. Too bad I didn't have the ability to add house points.

I'd add back the ones that were just wrongfully docked.

Bobby Bates was a smarmy git who liked to make fun of me on a daily basis. I don't know if he realizes but we're not five years old being a git is no longer attractive. Now that I think about it, I don't think being a git was ever attractive.

I sat down in my usual seat glaring at Professor Thomas. She wouldn't meet my gaze. Unjustifiably giving me detention. I don't do detentions. I'm a prefect for crying out loud.

"Hey Rose" a hand fell on my shoulder.

I turned my glare to my used to be favorite cousin. "Potter."

Al frowned. "Whoa, what's your problem? Wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?"

I was sure my eyes were widening incredulously. "I woke up on the right side of the bed actually. Your band of buddies went and ruined my week, as you well know."

"Huh?"

"Montague slapped her in the great hall in front of everyone at breakfast" Bates explained. Oh I am so making him do lines.

"Seriously" Al guffawed. "You let Montague hit you?"

"It was a bitch slap, it came out of nowhere" I explained.

"Miss Weasley! I see you're still using profanity. Perhaps I shall add another week to your detentions" Professor Thomas said.

Oh everyone else is talking but she doesn't hear, but me, she does. What the hell is it with her and her horrid timing?

I couldn't believe I came to class for this crap.

Candy shook her head at me. Fine, I won't retaliate, this time.

Just like I thought, I was the center of the rumor mill all day. I have no idea where people come up with their theories, but they're way off. Some said that I was having an affair with Malfoy that's why Montague hit me.

Others said that I slipped Malfoy a love potion and he ditched his girlfriend for me, which is why she was so angry. There was one that said that I used one of my Uncle's prank products on Montague and that's why she looked so blotchy. Hello, I'm the one walking with half a swollen face!

It was all ridiculous. I did nothing to Montague. I have no interest in Malfoy. In fact, I don't pay much attention to guys period. Why should I be worried about getting a boyfriend when I have NEWTs to study for?

They don't call them Nastily Exhausting for no reason.

"Rose!"

Can I not catch a break? It's passed curfew and I'm supposed to be doing prefect rounds with a partner. Fate would assign Malfoy to be my partner.

"We're doing rounds together?" I asked. I didn't wait for him to answer "I'm not in the mood to deal with any snakes. How about you do the first four floors, I'll do the top three we meet in the middle in two hours and call it a night?"

"Um, I just wanted to apologize" he said.

"For bumping into me earlier? No problem. My day couldn't have gone much worse that it was already."

"No I meant for Melody."

"Apologizing for your girlfriend is so lame. I'll get an apology out of her" one way or another.

"She's not my girlfriend" Scorpius said heatedly.

Oh, guess the rumors about them breaking up are true. Some rumors are bound to be true occasionally. I still don't see what I had to do with it.

"That doesn't have anything to do with her hitting me earlier does it?"

Scorpius turned away quickly. Was that a blush I saw? Okay, what the hell?

"You're right it'll be faster if we patrol alone. See you in two hours." With a small wave he walked away.

Damn it, now I want answers. I stared at his retreating back contemplating my next action.

I have two choices. One, follow him now and curse the answers I want out of him. It'll probably end up in another set of detentions and possibly a disappointed letter from my parents. Option two, I could ignore it. Patrol the top three floors, hand out detentions to stupid happy go lucky couples who would rather snog in a cramped cupboard than one on the numerous empty classrooms.

Option two it is. Man, why won't this week just end already.


AN: Sorry for any spacing problems. IDK why it messed up my spacing, probably because I'm not using MSword which is what I used when I started writing the story and the format got all messed up when I converted it to a different word program.