TITLE: Entanglements

RATING: T (just to be safe)

SUMMARY: Alessandra gets in too deep when she falls for the handsome Slytherin, Draco Malfoy. Alessandro is a daddy-to-be. Angelo is a prefect who wants to ruin all their fun. Mia struggles to come out of the closet. Cara takes on the Cherry Competition. Harry falls for Mia, who likes Hermione, who likes Ron, who likes Cara, who likes Harry! It'll be fun, just read.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any part of the Harry Potter Franchise. I do, however, claim whatever I write that's not actually in the Harry Potter book/movies/interviews/etc or a part of any other currently claimed trademark or creation.

WARNING: Um, suggestive themes, bad language, maybe some themes will be written unto my friend's descretion (I'm hoping not :p), maybe a bit of violence, and that's it.

"Where ever you are, There I shall be."

Chapter One: Shopping with the family

"Caio*!"

The perky, bubbly voice of my sister wasn't as pleasing to me at the current moment as one would hope to imagine. Mia, who was always, somehow, happy and energetic, usually tended to irk me, the irritable and gloomy child of the family. Don't get me wrong, I love Mia, I love all of my siblings and family members for that matter, but that didn't mean they didn't ever annoy me. Mia, along with her twin sister, Cara, tended to just do it the most often.

Mia sauntered up to me with her characteristic bounce in her walk, smiling at me with her pearly white teeth. I exhaled a bit, turning my head back to the sky. All I wanted to do was sit in the gazebo in our backyard, laying on one of the benches, which I even brought out a pillow with and a thin, white sheet from my room to cover myself with-I have a thing about always having to be covered when I lay down-and relax. Maybe listen to the birds as I laid there, maybe fall asleep, maybe even just revel in the solace of being alone.

Alone. I mused the concept about in my head. In my family, alone was something unheard of. I had so many siblings, that there was just no possible way of being alone. There's always someone there. I should have known by now that my alone time wouldn't last long, and I should have also known it would be Mia or Cara that would ruin it.

She plopped down by my feet, blocking the little bit of sky I got from my laying on the bench in the gazebo with her head, "What are you doing?"

Inwardly I groaned. What did she think I was doing? Trying to butt rape the gazebo? I just closed my eyes, "I was trying to think." I bet you would think she'd get the idea to just scram, correct? No. This is Mia. Mia who never knows when her company isn't actually wanted.

"About what?"

I didn't hold in my sigh as I slung my arm over my eyes, "The meaning of life."

My sarcasim was also unable to get through to her, "Oh. Mama's taking us shopping for new clothes. She told me to come get you."

Now, I really wanted to groan. Clothes shopping with Mama is like trying to defuse a muggle time bomb. She always wants us to go to the muggle stores, which is great, because I must be truthful and say I'm a pureblood witch, but I find the muggle world as facinating as I find the wizarding world. Actually, I think I find it even more facinating than the wizarding world. But, Mamma doesn't exactly like us to wear certain things that I like to wear, for instance, many of the band T-shirts I own.

As for the wizarding clothes she buys us, like our robes and expensive dresses, she always has to make her own comments. Not that it bothers me much, I just buy what I like and continue on, even if she doesn't approve. I must say, it's the few parts of me that are deemed "unitalian" of me by my family. I take my families oppinions into account, but I don't let them dictate my choices in life. No, that's not an italian trate, to allow family to dictate your life. But it is very common in Italian families to respect their influence enough to actually dress as they'd like, or to be friends with people they like, instead of those they disapprove of.

Let me just say, I do love my mother. Mama is very caring, sweet, loving, and is all around an amazing parent. I couldn't say that I grew up with a tragic life, and I've been tormented my entire life by all these bad things. In reality, I've grown up with both of my parents - two loving, very happily married people - and a family of loving siblings - six to be exact - and to top it all off, we're a rich family, and all pure-blood wizards/witches. Not, allow me to clear up, is our blood lineage important. Both of my parents raised us all to know that muggles, pure-bloods, and half-bloods are all equal. Although, it does make living in wizarding society a tad bit easier than those of muggle born lines. Why? Simple, because not everything has subsided after the blood wars.

It's known in history, the blood wars, for the terror it had spread through out the wizarding community. Voldemort, whom everbody is too afraid to call by name, and instead refeers to him by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, reigned power over everyone in our world, even those who fought against him to a degree. And it was because he believed, more than anything in the world, that muggles shouldn't have any magical powers, any insight to the wizarding world. His followers all believed the same. Muggle borns were tourtured, and half-bloods, or "blood traitors" - pure-nlood wizards who are friends with or married to or dating muggle borns - were seen as scum. For years, only pure-blood families were safe, and even to this day, not all of his followers were caught, and even those who were, who had children before hand, had passed down this belief on their kids, leaving even the next generation to bear a burdon of hatred.

My mother had been working with friends of her from afar, here in Italia**, to help stop Voldemort. She had gone under cover, coming fairly close to the dark wizard in the process. She had told me, when I had become more curious, things about him that she had learned. And she had also told me another thing; she feared he would return. Yes, my mother, whom I love dearly, with everything in my heart, was fearful that one day Voldemort may come back to life somehow. I used to believe she was slight paranoid, until the signs began popping up all over of his return.

"Hel-lo!" Mia pushed my arm off my eyes, and waved a hand in front of me, pulling me out of a daze I must've slipped into. "Did you ever hear me? We got to go."

I groaned, outwardly this time, feeling how my body was almost imitating a paper weight. It's like those moments when you have an alarm set, and your wide awake before it even goes off, and you're ready to face the day but you wait for your alarm to go off anyway, but when it does, you're suddenly tired once again, and turn into dead weight. That's what this was like. I didn't have any insentive to go shopping. I love going shopping, it's just a hassle at those moments when I want to be lazy for the day, which are more common than you'd imagine, instead of having to move.

"I heard you, I heard you." I grumble, trying to make her too optomistically bubbly voice just stop, even though I knew it was a lost cause to do so.

"Well, than, why won't you get up?"

Maybe because I don't want to? I digressed from saying it, but I thought it, "I'm tired, Mia."

"Well, Mama said we've got to go." Her voice is suddenly stern and motherly, enunciating her words with slight bobs of her head, all of the confident and reassuring. I dislike my sister at some moments, and this is one of them.

With all the effort in my body, I hoist myself up, taking another second or two before I swing my legs out onto the gazebo's white wooden floor, and another five before I stand up; all the while with Mia hurrying me along. It's not long before she gets onto another subject though. My clothes.

"You're going to go in that?" She points at my clothes, like I didn't know what she could possibly be talking about in the first place.

I look down at my outfit for a mere second before looking back up at her blankly. "What about it?"

"It's horrible! You can't go into public like that!"

It wasn't 'horrible', just to let you know. In fact, it was quit casual. A simple jean skirt and a white tank top, with white flip flops. But, to Mia, this should just have been something I pulled out of the trash heap. Mia just believes that everything should look like it's been taken right off the models on a runway.

I didn't really give her more than a roll of my eyes as I walked off, muttering to myself in my head about my younger sister's stuck up attitude. Don't think I'm a frumpy girl who doesn't really know how to dress herself, because that's certainly far from it. I do like clothes, and fashion, and make-up, and the such. It's just I, unlike my sisters, like to keep everything more casual. Not only is simpler, it also lets me match more clothes together than if they were really elaborate.

"Seriously, aren't you going to change or anything?"

Of course, Mia just wouldn't let it go as she followed on my heels, "Uh, no."

She groans, "You're going to embarrass me!"

I look at for a mere second, already annoyed, "Isn't it you who said I had to 'hurry up', because we had to leave?" She stares at me for a moment as I raise my eyebrow at her, "Yeah, that's what I thought."

Needless to say, she didn't talk to me on the care ride to the mall. Which, in my opinion, was peace.

"Which color?"

Mia held up two white blouses in front of her, watching mine and my mother's looks as she did so. My mother made a humming noise before pointing to the one on the right, while I, on the other hand, tried to figure out what the hell the difference was between the two colors. Both were white. It's not like the left one was gray, and the right one was white. They were both white!

Mia tapped her foot impatiently, looking at me with a 'hurry up' look, "Well?"

"Um," I chewed my lip, knowing full well I was going to get blasted for my next comment, but I made it anyway, "What's the difference between the colors?"

As I expected, Mia gave me the 'you-must-live-under-a-rock' type of look, before scoffing like she was the queen of the universe when she went on her small tirade, "Um, hello! One is creme white," she jiggled the one on the left, "and the other is eggshell white," she than jiggled the one on the right, "which makes them two completely different colors! This one," the left, "has more of a light tan hint to it, while this one," the right, "has more of a yellow hue to it. They can totally look horrible in certain lighting with the hue differences."

All I caught from that, though, was that each color ended in the word 'white', which must mean their both white, right? Well, apparantly, I was wrong, because, the moment I spoke this thought, I was immediatly given with the 'you're useless' look, as she threw in the shirt my mother pointed out to first.

Yup, just one of the many things that happens when I end up going shopping with my family.

The worst thing about my family? The size. We weren't just going shopping for me and Mia. No, we were going family shopping, which meant we all had to go. Needless to say, said family can get into trouble when sent off alone to get their own clothes without parental supervision. Especially, in my family.

Angelo, the eldest of the children who still go to school, was very formal, so he rarely caused any more trouble than the muggle girls who fawned over him. If you saw a group of girls crowded around a guy, than you knew where to find him. And, yes, Angelo is handsome, I suppose, if I had to rate him like I would any other guy on the street. Olive skin, dark eyes, dar hair, with angular cheekbones and a lean and lanky build. It's not a wonder why his looks caused such a ruckus in the mall, where many young italian girls liked to shop all their money away, in order to look even better than they already did.

Mia and Cara were the same way, only they had the boys drooling after them.

Than there was Alessandro, my twin brother, and the only one who would give you a good time in a mall. I usually stuck with him, since we were so much alike, in both our tasts in clothes, and in the way we behaved in public. Sando was the guy who would take a bike on display to ride in circles outside the store until they kicked him out, or who would jump in the fountain to get change for a smoothy at one of the random booths. He liked to joke and put on womens bras, and do dumb dares for our entertainment. Needless to say, he usually got kicked out of the mall, and had to wait outside until we were done. He learned, eventually, to buy his clothes before goofing off.

I was the one who just sort of did her own thing, more or less alone, sometimes with Sando, and sometimes not. This time, I was with Sando, but he had a huge delema he wanted to work out with me, before he took it to mama and pappa. Rightly so, he brought this one to me, because they are going to be beyond angry.

"When did this happen?"

I didn't look at him when I spoke-I was too busy looking at the dresses that hung up, and more specifically any in my sizes. Not that Sando minded, I know, because he would have voiced that he'd rather look at me when he spoke if I didn't look at me.

"At the house," He sounded ashamed of saying this in front of me, which isn't surprising, "you know, when mamma was in the kitchen. . . cooking for the family thing."

"Ah,"

The family thing he's refeering to, would be the family's celebration to our first nephews babtizing. I remember coming down the stairs to go to the living room, but changing my mind when I heard a few noises I didn't want to witness with my eyes, and instead headed into the kitchen, where I'd been evily trapped having to help cook. I'd brought it up to Sando later on, but he just blushed and mummbled something I couldn't make out, before walking away. I never brought it up again.

"Do you think mamma and pappa will be mad?"

I snort at the question, but answer anyway as I pull a dress I like in my size off the rack, and put it into the basket Sando holds, "That, my dear brother, is an understatement." I turn to the next rack, sorting through the light fusia colored bubble dresses, trying to find one in my size.

He sighs, "How am I supposed to tell them?"

It takes me a moment to find the one in my size, but when I do, I throw it into the basket he holds, and I go to the rack two more down, the last two racks had ugly dresses hanging on them. Some dress that would look nice if it weren't only in a green the color of bile, and than a dress with the most hideous flower design on it.

"Um, I would assume just telling them outright would be the easiest."

"They'll kill me!"

I roll my eyes, "Trust me, you're safe on that."

As I set the next dress in the basket, I can see the stern look he gives me, "How should I tell them outright?"

"Simple, just sit 'em down, look 'em straight in the eye, and say 'mamma, pappa, Andrea is pregnant', and wait for the fireworks."

When my hint of humor doesn't hit him, I turn to the next rack, not liking the dress and moving on. Sando doesn't seem amused when I catch his look, but it really is the truth. There's no way to sugar coat getting your girlfriend pregnant, and there's certainly no way to hide such a thing. It would all boil down to the same reaction, with mamma being upset and tearful, and pappa being angry and disappointed, and both of them would treat him, and her, differently for a while, maybe even from there on out.

"Sometimes, you're no help at all, you know that, Alessa?"

I shrug, "It's all gonna end the same, so why not just get it out of the way?" I move on to another rack when I don't find my size in that dress, which sucks, 'cause the dress was really pretty, "If you beat around the bush, or you try to hide it, you're still going to end up to having to let mamma and pappa know she's going to have a baby. Your baby."

He's silent for a moment, "I hate it when your right."

I shrug a bit, "It's a gift."

When I finally give up on the dresses, I move to the normal clothes, looking through the tank tops they have, "What about you?"

Confused, I look at him now, "What do you mean?"

"Weren't you dating that boy from mamma's work? That Antonio, or whatever?"

I shrug once again, going back to the tank tops and throwing a white one in the basket, "He got boring."

"He got. . . boring?"

"That's what I just said."

I throw in a blue one this time, "And how did he get boring? Last I knew, the boy thought you were the best thing since, like, the beginning of time."

"Hence, how he got boring." I throw in a black one now, "I mean, he followed me around like a lost puppy dog, and I swear he was more in touch with his femininity than I am."

"So. . . you think he's gay?"

I nod, "Yup."

Mostly, you would imagine all of us in a big bus going home. Well, that's not true. We all can fit into our families car, with a little help from magic. The only downfall, is we have to park where no muggles can see us getting in this small car, and all fitting, which means we have to lug all of our bags to the car. It sucked. Big time. And than, you had to listen to everyone talk at the same time, while all you wish for is silence.

"I got the most a-mazing sheath dress at Bebe. . ."

"Really? I got this super cute A-line dress at Pebbles. . . "

"She looked a lot like Andrea. . . "

"Do we really have to bring her up. . .?"

Yea, silence, futile thing to wish for in this family. More than anything, I suppose, you could just try to block out the noise. Unfortunatly, I can't do such a thing. Never learned how, and never will, I'm going to guess. So, instead, I turn to my next best thing, an Ipod.

I lean back in my seat of the magically longated car to look out the window at the outside, as I sigh peacefully inward, waiting for our two hour drive home to get over with, and hoping my Ipod doesn't die on me before we get home.

A/N:

*Ciao - hello/goobye (informal goodbye)

**Italia - Italy

This story was requested by a girl I met in Delaware on vacation, like, forever ago. I really don't know how to start this, or what the idea of the story is at all yet, I don't even know yet who the pairings are yet, so that's all I have set in stone at the moment, and the character names.

Obviously, like the other story I've got going for MellowYellaFella, it's set for Italy. More of the characters will be shown later, obviously, or I wouldn't have mentioned them, and I'm also going to give more of an insight into the italian world, which is one of my friends huge stipulations to this story, and being italian myself, I know what I'm talking about.

The names are, yes, italian:

Alessandra - Alexandria

Alessandro - Alexander

Angelo - Angel

Mia -My (first born name)

Cara - Beloved (second born name)

Saraghina (mother's name, mentioned later) - Sarah

Dante (mentioned later)

Virgil (mentioned later)

Antonio - Anthony

Giorgio (father's name, mentioned later) - George

The next chapter will be up. . . um, whenever? Comments and the such are welcome, hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading.

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