Against All Odds
A/N- Majorly Alternate Universe. This is based off of a dream I had last night. It was really cool actually. If you don't know who Juliet is, read my other HP fanfic, Bloodlines, which is definitely not AU. This is not a sequel or prequel to that story. It's a completely different story in itself.
Juliet paced in front of the sink, arms crossed over her chest, trembling. It was a good thing that she chose to use the girl's room on the second floor. The only occupant was Moaning Myrtle, the girl who had died in here because she was unfortunate enough to come face to face with a basilisk. Juliet shuddered, remembering the events of their second year. People were being petrified left and right, and everyone blamed Harry.
Juliet sighed, not in pleasurable reminiscence of their night together two months ago, and not in amused recollection of one of their many inside jokes that had been gathered over the years. Just the thought of him made a war rage inside of her; a war of confusion and most of all, complication.
How was it she had ended up sleeping with her best friend of more than four years? Maybe it was his victory that day in the first task of the Triwizard Tournament that provoked them. Maybe it was her anger at Rita Skeeter, who had been publishing all kinds of nonsense in The Daily Prophet about her, that goaded them into the broom closet together. It had been a day mixed with joy and blind rage, clearly an equation that equaled lust. It hadn't been her first time, but it had been his.
"Promiscuous." Such a simple word, and yet it caused such intricate feelings to storm inside of her. Rita Skeeter, the bloody bitch, wrote this about her. She let it get under her skin even though she told herself that she wouldn't. She wasn't promiscuous, but everyone would certainly believe it if what she believed to be true really was.
"My life… is like a crappy soap opera." She whispered to herself.
"Talking to yourself, Juliet? That's a sign of mental illness, you know."
Myrtle. Of all people, or ghosts, Myrtle had to show up. Well, Juliet was in her domain; she should have expected this…
"Yes, Myrtle. I'm talking to myself."
"The Hogwarts teen queen having a dilemma?"
Juliet chose to ignore the hint of mocking sarcasm in Myrtle's voice.
"Yes, Myrtle." She replied vaguely.
"What's this?" Myrtle asked, swooping down to the sink and observing the Muggle device that was there.
"Don't touch that!" Juliet snapped out of her reverie once again," That's my life marinating there."
"Marinating? Your life? It looks like a…"
"It's a pregnancy test, Myrtle! I'm late!" She snapped, just wanting to shut the ghost-bitch up. She couldn't take her questions, or her less than genial teasing.
"Oh…" Myrtle sang, a grin spreading across her face," Juliet did the deed with…wait, who is the da-da?"
"Shut up! Go back in your toilet."
"A spawn of Juliet Grey… I think one of you is enough, myself…"
"Myrtle, piss off!" Juliet exclaimed, finally getting up the nerve to grab the pregnancy test that had been ready more than twenty minutes ago. It wasn't one of those fancy electric ones that gave one a simple "Yes" or a "No". She would have preferred the instant answer but sadly, she'd have to flip through the book that came with this one and figure out what the two lines showing on the test meant.
"So, what's it say? Is Juliet expecting a baby-waby?"
"Myrtle, I fully understand why no one liked you when you were alive." Juliet told her distractedly, knowing this would strike a non-existent nerve in Myrtle. She heard and felt Myrtle swoop down in back of her, and despite the situation, she couldn't help but smile just a little.
"You don't know what you're talking about! I had friends! Lot of them!"
"Imaginary friends, perhaps…" Juliet replied, but her jousting ended there. Her heart dropped into her stomach, and her stomach turned over from the weight of her heart. She bolted into the bathroom stall, and vomited violently into the toilet. To her annoyance, Myrtle was soaring around the ceiling, her wailing reaching a deafening level. Tears fell from Juliet's eyes as she gathered up her things. She wiped them away quickly and tossed the pregnancy test into the trash bin.
"Get pregnant, Myrtle, and then you'll really have something to cry about." She muttered to her as she walked out of the bathroom, the door swinging behind her.
A/N- I promise you, it gets a thousand times more interesting than a teen pregnancy. That's TOTALLY not what this story is about. I promise!!