I'm so freaking SORRY for such a late update! So sorry! Okay honestly, with exams and summer vacations and everything I had totally abandoned this story. I had decided I wouldn't complete it. But today out of nowhere I felt like I should give this one a try! So here I go. This chapter is a small one, I know I should try writing longer but I'm writing another story on wattpad and its tough juggling between two! :(
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Stina0098: Yeah, girl! H/B is definitely happening! :D
Liastra Lee: Yup, they all are fourteen! And the Trio's living in the Palace for now. But soon enough they will be sent somewhere more interesting.
Next update: TOMORROW! I PROMISE!
Chapter 2: RUN THIS TOWN
"I'm going to miss Professor McGonagall's classes," Hermione sighed as they got inside the school building.
"They teach here Hermione," Ron told her, "Soon enough, you won't have time to miss anyone. I wonder if there's a Quidditch team here..."He trailed off, as something else caught his attention. More like, someone else. A tall blonde girl had just entered the hallway with another brunette, and boy, were they beautiful. They were followed by two boys, one dark-haired short one and the other was taller brown-haired. They were very good-looking too. But what he noticed the most, was how intimidating they looked when he'd put them all together.
*YAWN* another Lonely Boy in the making, is it?
They disappeared in the crowd and Ron got back his attention to Hermione who was checking out their class schedules and Harry was talking uncomfortably to an elderly man who seemed to have recognized Harry by his scar. He excused himself and came back towards Ron and Hermione.
"I thought they would save me from those looks at least here," Harry said, running his hand down those already messed up black hair.
"We won't be having any classes together!"Hermione suddenly complained.
"What?" Ron and Harry responded in unison.
"This isn't a Co-Ed school. I'll be in the Left wing, for all my classes with rest of the girls and you both will be in the Right one." She sounded very sad.
"We're screwed this year, mate." Ron looked at Harry. But before Harry could respond the brunette he had seen earlier came walking toward them, her eyes fixed on Harry. Then she abruptly shifted her attention to Hermione.
"Her-my-on Granger?" She asked in syrupy voice. She smiled at Hermione but any one with sensible brains could tell it was completely fake.
"Its Her-my-nee." Hermione replied stiffly.
"Whatever," The girl smiled again. Only this time, it was evil. "I'm Blair Waldorf and I'm the Class Representative or C.R., for short, of Fourth Year female students and I've been told you are new here so it's my duty to show you around, make you feel comfortable and blah blah blah. Just follow me, will you?" She turned her back and started walking toward the Assembly Hall.
"I think you're supposed to go with her," Harry said, not taking his eyes off Blair.
"I suppose." Hermione smiled weakly. "I'll see you both around at Lunch!" She was about to start walking toward Assembly Hall when Blair suddenly appeared in front of them again.
"Boys, you've got to meet your C.R. before assembly. His name is Charles Bass," She said directly looking at Harry. And then just like before, she abruptly turned her back on them, started walking and without looking called out, "Oh come now, Granger, everyone's waiting."
"Oh man, what is she?" Ron asked, baffled by everything that had just happened.
"I don't know," Harry muttered, still looking in her direction. "Let's go meet the Bass guy."
They say the climb to the top is hard but really, we all know, the down fall is quite harder. I can feel the wind changing its direction. Are you feeling it too, C?
"What's with Potter coming in town and every one behaving like Jesus Christ has reincarnated?" Chuck asked, he and Nate were chilling out near the corridor. He saw herds of students around him trying to find Harry Potter and get a glimpse of the boy. He wondered what Harry was doing in Manhattan at first place. Wasn't he, his blood traitor of a friend and that mudblood supposed to be schooling at Hogwarts?
Hogwarts, he spat. His father had told him that Hogwarts was mostly for poor kids; the middle class, parents working at lowly positions at Ministry of Magic and the mudbloods. The headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore, his father said, celebrated the fact that most of the mudbloods, or kids, who came from non-magical families, were admitted to his school. Chuck thought the old man was crazy.
"I don't know, man." Nate answered, disinterested. Nate was always like this, Chuck thought. Never thinking about anything. Never caring about the world or how it sees him. The only time he showed any sort of emotion, any sort of interest was when Serena was around. He'd drool over her and do everything she'd ask him to do. It was a different thing all together that Serena liked that filthy Dan Humphrey from Brooklyn.
It was a relief that his and Blair relationship did not have these sorts of complications. Of course, they had their share of complications, a rather large share, but in the end he knew that they both love each other like no one else did.
Loved? Ah, too early to say that, isn't it?
Suddenly, Nate's eyes went wide and Chuck felt someone tap on his shoulder. He turned around.
"Are you Charles?" A black-haired boy with circle-rimmed glasses asked with a thick English accent. Standing behind him, was red-haired scrawny boy whose clothes looked like they had gone under too many hand-me-downs. But Chuck wasn't noticing any of it, all he was staring at was the lightening shaped scar on the black-haired boy's forehead.
"The Boy Who Lived, huh?" Chuck asked smirking, and then turned toward the red-haired boy. "And the blood-traitor, too? We've heard a lot about you, haven't we Nate?"
"Cool it, man." Nate told Chuck. He looked at Harry and took out his hand from his jacket, "Nate Archibald."
"Harry Potter," He said taking it to shake.
And then the red-haired boy shook hands with Nate, "Ron Weasley," he said, trying to sound cool but not really managing it.
"Ah Nate, watch out, you don't British country dirt in your hands," Chuck laughed. He saw Ron's face turn the color of his hair. He laughed some more, clearly enjoying.
"Who do you think you are?" Ron said with gritted teeth.
"Etch this in your heart," Chuck said, pointing his finger toward Ron's chest, "I'm Chuck Bass."
P.S. : I'm going to be taking this real slow, I don't want to rush things because there's going to be a definite story-line to it!
And and and, the Tri-wizard Tournament will be happening and so will there be Lord Voldemort's return! :D
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