Something About Me…

LittleLauren:]

Chapter2: Popularity Equals New Surprises

My third year was a bit crazier than the last two. People started to appreciate me as a person and not as the Slytherin Potter Girl anymore. I became pretty popular as well. I was included in traditional house parties at this point. These house parties were usually held in one of the four houses. There were only four parties each year, and the first party I was invited to was in Gryffindor… just my luck…

"Let's go, Lils!" shouted Sam. I heard my friend dash up the stairs to our dorm room. She burst open the door and said impatiently, "You look great… C'mon!"

I took one more good look in the mirror, and dashed after her. As we walked our way up to the Gryffindor common room, I had the hope of all hopes that my outfit was appropriate for the approval of my brothers, and modern and comfy for the average teenager of 2022. I wore a plain white t-shirt that hugged my still-developing curves and a blue and white cardigan with a pair of dark skinny jeans. I think I looked pretty decent and I didn't look like that slut Cindy Taylor. I don't even think I could explain what she was wearing without washing my mouth out with soap afterwards.

We arrived at the Gryffindor entrance. The Fat Lady looked up at the bunch of us waiting there impatiently. She appeared to have been drinking a lot of Firewhiskey.

"Password?" she slurred.

Everybody just glared at one another, as if they've never heard of what a password even was. "Seems like no one pays attention anymore," I murmured to Sam. "Mad-Eye!" The door suddenly swung open, and the party was alive.

"How'd you know?" Sam asked me.

"Well, my dad knew him from the Order of the Phoenix," I explained, a proud smile on my face. "And Al told me the password this morning."

She asked me another question, but I didn't seem to pay any attention.

The Gryffindor common room was enlarged for the occasion. Of course, only people who can go to Hogsmeade could go to these special house parties, but that was still a lot of students. There were blue, green, and yellow decorations including the already red common room. Although there was supposedly a Gryffindor vs. Slytherin never-ending battle, you could never tell that there was a house feud going on.

After some dancing and chatting merrily with my friends and remaining family, I gracefully walked over to the boy I was crushing on. His name was Joseph Benningham, and he was a fourth year Slytherin. He was standing near the bright fireplace with a bottle of butterbeer in his hand. Joseph had the most amazing blonde hair and captivating blue eyes that made my knees buckle.

I took a butterbeer from the adjacent table to blend in with the crowd. "Hey everyone," I said to Joseph and the people around him.

Yet, he was the only one who said, "Hi," back. He smiled… at me. We made small talk until Joe asked me to dance.

It happened to be a slow song, so I glanced around quickly to see if either Al or James saw me. This was my night… they weren't going to ruin it for me.

He pulled me to the middle of the dance floor and put his hands on my waist. I put my arms around his neck. We stood there, swaying, throughout the whole song. There were many things that I was very uncomfortable with: For one, the song was by Celestina Warbeck, who was about as old as Grandmum and Grandpa; I saw Fred, who I know would probably inform James that I was dancing with a guy; and, something felt odd about dancing with Joe. I was grateful I was dancing with the boy I liked, but he seemed… tense.

"Are you nervous?" I asked him curiously. "Because if you are, you don't have to be."

"Er…" he mumbled. He then took my hand and guided me to one of the boy dormitories, and began to kiss me hurriedly, almost desperately.

Surprised, I pulled away from him. "What the hell?!" I sputtered.

Joseph grunted in frustration and fell onto the nearest red-colored bed with a plop. He covered his eyes and sighed, "I'm sorry."

I walked over to him tentatively. Sitting on the opposite edge of where he was, I asked, "Do you want to talk to me?"

He looked at me with much sorrow. "I- I-" he stammered. "I don't know… I guess- I thought I could try my options… not that I'm using you or anything because I'm not… I like you. So, I figured maybe…" stopped in mid-sentence.

Then I asked him, "Are you gay?"

Joseph sighed again, turned to look at me, and whispered, "I think I am."

There was a slight pause, but, oddly enough, I started to laugh.

Joseph stood up. "This is no laughing matter!" he cried.

I controlled myself. "Sorry… I just thought it was…" I giggled again. "…life threatening."

"It is!"

"No," I contradicted. "It's really not."

There was yet another block of silence, but I could tell that this one was more awkward than tense.

Then he spoke up. "Could you set me up with someone?"

I smiled. "Sure, Joseph."

"Call me Joey."

Ever since then, Joey and I have been friends. I think I've known that something fishy was going on in his pubescent, little head of his when he asked to dance with me. But, I liked him, and he was really cute… he still is.

Of course, after that conversation, we were plotting up ways to get a Hufflepuff fifth year to go out with him. I remember that James came up to where we were because, apparently, that was his dorm. He told me I was being a slut, and he walked back downstairs in a huff. I remember fighting back the urge to say that I saw him and his ex-girlfriend snogging a classroom, but I bit it back. He didn't speak to me again for the whole year after that.

Let me tell you some crucial information: James Sirius Potter holds grudges.

Anyway, Joey and his current, longtime boyfriend planned to get married sometime this summer. I think it's so romantic… mainly because I basically got them together, I but not really…

I tip-toed quietly to the fourth-year Slytherin boys dormitory, unnoticed by the rest of my fellow third-years, who were having a private snogging party. I didn't like any of the guys in our year… besides, they were all taken.

I opened the door, and called out in a whisper, "Joey? Are you there?" Nothing. So I tried the third-year's boys dormitory.

I heard whispers. Mostly just talking and silent laughter. "Joey?" I tried. The whispers and laughter stopped.

"Yeah," he whispered back.

I checked to see if anyone was in here as well, but then I stopped to think aloud, "Why are you in the third-year's boys dormitory?"

"Erm…" he began. He opened the Slytherin curtains, and I saw one of my class mates whom I never talked to before. "Lily, this is Leon… Leon, Lily."

As awkward as this moment was for all of us, I said politely, "Hi, Leon."

"Hello," he replied with the same fake smile I had on as well.

I cleared my throat and turned to Joey. "Well, I can see that you are busy, so I'll just..go..." I turned to walk away. "Goodnight, then."

"See you tomorrow, yeah?" Joey said. I heard the curtains close again.

Before I reached the door, I passed by this heart-warming aroma. I turned back around to find this magnificent scent. And there it was... it was a boy's bunk. His sheets and pillow were engulfed in it. 'Oh Merlin!' I thought. 'This stuff is orgasmic!" It smelled like a combination of vanilla, roses, and the ocean's misty breeze. These sheets were one word: won-der-ful!

I went to my dormitory, smiling to myself. For some reason that I could not explain, I knew this mystery guy was going to be the love of my life.

I remember I woke up the next day with a mission. Minus the guy whose bed, I guessed, I was using. Leon told me at breakfast that he was in the hospital wing that night due to a potion gone haywire, but when I arrived, Madam Pomphrey said that he checked out an hour ago. I gave up trying after that, but rest assured that I knew I'd see him one day, and eventually I did… but not in the way anyone would expect.

A/N: Okay… I typed this all out in one day because it's the end of my 3rd Quarter in school, and I have nothing better to do (maybe do my homework, but who asked you anyway… lol). The whole orgasmic sheets took forever to figure out what smell they would have. I even tried asking my choir class and they were all like "JOE'S SWEATSHIRT!" Joe (in reality… not in this story) is straight and awesome! Thanks for the inspiration!

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