A/N: Hey Guys. I finally passed freshman English! It only took me two year years of HS and summer school to do it, but better late than never; right guys? With my new found knowledge of the English language I decided to look at my story, "Fighting' Over Me", one more time,and to my surprise… YOU WERE RIGHT, it was quite atrocious. So I deleted it, with the idea that I would re-write it better than ever! Finally, here is that better than ever version! However, I am keeping "Prus and the 7 Dorks"up, so readers can see how much I have improved. I also read 1-4 of the HP books. Now that I am more educated on how the characters would act they should be less OoC. Enjoy! -Paris-
PS.If you have time, check out my new Twilight fanfic, "Turtwig".
-CHAPTER 1-
RUINED PLANS
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I knew I was going to have an awful day before I even got out of bed. I could hear the heavy pitter patter of rain on the roof. Today was the third day of unrelenting non stop rain. Normally, I wouldn't have minded, but the cruddy weather ruined my plans with my best friend, Hermione, yet again. We were supposed to go to the Beach. With my plans already ruined I decided to go back to sleep, there wasn't much else I could do, but my clock had other plans. It was now hovering over my bed, poking me, and repeating "wake up" in an obnoxious voice. My bewitched clock was the only thing that could get me up for early morning potion lessons. Usually, I was grateful for it; believe me you do NOT want to be late for Snape's class. However, right now I wasn't feeling particularly appreciative of my little pink clock because the only way to get it to stop was to wake up. There was no snooze button, and you couldn't wave it away saying "Yeah, yeah, I'm up." like you would to your mum or dad. I just wanted to sleep for a few more hours, but I couldn't even do that!
"Wake up. Wake up!" my clock was practically screaming now. I had no choice. I had to get up if I ever wanted it to stop pestering me.
"OKAY, I AM UP" I finally shouted, and the clock fell to the floor, lifeless.
I listlessly got dressed in my favorite American Eagle sweatshirt and jeans, and headed down to the great hall. Hermione was already there. She was the only one who would get an early start on a stormy Saturday. I sat down next to her, and instantly eggs, toast, and jam appeared from thin air.
"Hey Paris!" she said not looking up from the book she was reading.
"Hey Gucci" I said smiling. She scowled at me, but then quickly started laughing.
Ron came up with that one. He liked, no loved, to bust her chops, in a playful way, of course. Ron started calling Hermione "Gucci" one day because he knew she was against anything with a designer label. "It's pointless to spend money on designer things, instead people should be spending that extra money on something that makes a difference, like donating it to help house elves" she would always say. Ron was so proud of his nickname he used it all the time. One day, when Ron was using Gucci more then usual, Hermione had enough. She said "Oh please, Ron. You think you are so clever with that nickname of yours, honestly it's not that hard…Aroni Exchange." She grinned triumphant, and then everyone started laughing including Ron and Hermione. Everyone had to have a nickname after that: Abercrombie and Quiditch for Harry, Juicy GinnyCouture, George "Holaa Hollister" Weasley, and Fred "Real Men wear Pink" Weasley, just to name a few. No one could come up with one for me and Neville, so we got stuck with Prus and Nevs, but we didn't mind.
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Since our beach plans were ruined for the day, Gucci and I settled on going back to our common room and getting a head start on our assignments. But just as we were exiting the great hall we passed Ebony Way and Draco Malfoy. They were glaring at us, ready for a fight…
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A/N: Woa such dremo wat iz prus.. Oh man! Sorry, old habits die hard. It was really difficult for me to write with proper grammer and spelling while staying true to Prus. I worked super hard, so I hope you liked it!