A/N-I hope you enjoy this new chapter! Do you even realize how many chapters I've been doing already? All for your reading pleasures!
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I felt his frozen lips against mine, but eerily enough, he didn't shove me. This was odd. I parted my lips slightly to see if there would be another effect, but I guess even James Potter was a slave to his hormones. His tongue ran through my lips lightly, forgetting who I was. I smirked and pulled back. I loomed over him in silent triumph.
Then I flickered my eyes toward a shocked Sirius Black. He was glaring at me like he wanted to murder me...or get me into a cupboard.
He stood up and was about to shout at me when I stood on my tiptoes and silenced him with my mouth. Boys, why were they so easy to please?
I could feel his hands roaming my back, and he let a moan escape his lips. I had him where I wanted him. He never really stopped loving me, did he?
Right until I sensed when he wanted it the most, I pushed him away and gave an innocent little smile that was perfect for a barbie doll.
I sauntered back to my fellow Slytherins and Miggy unceremoniously wrapped his muscular arm around my waist. I may have looked delicate, but I was fierce. No one can bring me down without a fight.
I rested my head on Miggys shoulder, embracing his fit waist. This felt nice, until Regulus curtly said:
"If you don't remember captain Flint, we have Quidditch practice, remember?"
Quidditch practice. Now I was excited. It's been so long since I've been on a broom, and I felt the pride and elation on being the only girl to ever get on the Slytherin QUidditch team. It was the first time that we weren't comprised with big brutes who rarely spoke. And if you're thinking that I got in because I seduced the captain, you're dead wrong.
I was a right bitch during the audition and I made him squirm under the piercing stare of my venomous black eyes. I tried out for every single role. I would have gotten them all, but then, I couldn't be the Chaser, Beater and Keeper at the same time.
Flint wasn't the captain two years ago. That was when I started, in my fourth year, when I was finally sick of all the shit that was happening and proved the Marauders that I could strive to be the best.
I've been the loser since my first year, you see.
I've been that strange little outcast, who was the only cute little child in Slytherin. If you think I didn't get bullied, you're wrong. Life was hard to live in for the first three years. I was silent and took crap from everyone. I took the shit that Potter and Black gave, and I just sulked. I was sick of it in my fourth year and I decided to be the Dark Princess at fourteen.
Narcissa was my only friend since the start, and Regulus would sometimes chat, but I was usually wallowing around the hallways alone. That had to stop. I now made an effort to befriend other people, and my deep mystery slowly attracted my once sneering fellows. Cissy was overjoyed when she heard of my intention, and she confided it to her sister Bellatrix, who thought that I was a suitable protegee.
They molded me into what I am. Although they have tried to convert me completely, I only pretend to be a high and mighty python. Deep down, I was still the same unbiased little girl.
As we walked toward the Pitch, I had a weird feeling of being followed. I eyed Miggy and Regulus with suspicion, but they only looked forward. I lingered back, allowing them to move forward. They continued, not questioning my decision to stay back.
I was still by the steps of the castle when a hand was slammed onto my mouth. I felt arms wrap around me and pull me into a secluded corner near the Greenhouses.
"What the fuck are you playing at, Kates?" Black growled at me, his face menacing and beautiful at the same time. "Kissing James and then me?"
"That was done purely out of boredom darling," I smiled fakely, mockingly. "Excuse me, but they will need a Chaser for practice."
I was going but his arm came, blocking my path. I pured my lips and put a hand daintily on my hip. "What is it you want, Sirius?"
"For you to stop acting like a bitch."
"I will if you stop acting like a bastard. That means that I'll never stop being a bitch then."
"Spare me, Kates."
"Please stop calling me that!" I said in a whiny voice that surprised the both of us.
At the same time, we both looked the the Pitch and looked at each other. Something clicked and he sensed something. Next thing we knew, I was running for dear life, trying to get away form him, while he clutched at me white coat with difficulty. I could sense that the cloth was about the rip. We must have looked like two children running across the grass like that. I even burst out laughing with the sight of his ridiculous face.
It was the first time that I let go of my cool demeanor purposefully. And he noticed all right.
He let go and stood idly, looking at me with a glazed expression. I looked around in confusion. This was me, wasn't it? I looked down at the now dirty white coat and took it off. My hair was still up but a few stray ones had gotten out.
I smiled geniunely, and then I bolted for th Pitch once again. I felt stupid and I liked the feeling. Can you even imagine how long it's been since I've smiled and laughed like this? I think a few people looked at me oddly, seeing the usually distant Slythering Princess laughing and running away from the Prized and Golden Roaring Lion Black. Oh, if you're wondering Potter is the Lion Emperor Potter. We liked these regal little nicknames during this time.
Of course, I still wasn't ready to take on the seat of Queen. That was to Bellatrix. Honestly, I didn't want it, then it would be a full-time job and I would have to keep up the charade foever. I didn't like that, and princesses were younger than queens. And really, what did little girls want to be when they were five and girly? Princesses.
Ironically, I'm not girly girl. Ahh...maybe you should find out about that later.
I entered the locker rooms and the rest of the team was changing their shirts. Really, the team that I reached were huge, in the sense that they were tall, but not brutes. Even to me, their muscular torsos were a dream.
I put the dirty coat into my locker and started jumping into the black jazz pants that I wore during practices. My dress was off and my green shirt was on before any of them could have a good look.
"That's really unfair of you," Cygnus grinned at me, his face looking devastatingly menacing. "You never let any of us get a peek from you."
"Get off your stupid fantasies with me," I rolled my eyes. Girls had to be careful around these guys. One wrong move or word could get you into a heap of trouble. It was just lucky that I had three on my side. "The only one that you might ever get is me stepping my foot into your ugly face."
Everyone in the room smirked. Cygnus only bared his teeth at me while laughing, and then he strolled outside, his broom slung over his shoulder.
Demetri, a fellow Chaser, extending his fist at me. I punched it lightly, and then he slung his arm over my shoulder roughly. He was the only one who forgot that I was a girl. He gave me a noogie.
"That's my girl," he cackled hoarsely, and then followed Cygnus out.
As we all got at the Pitch, I felt an overwhelming sense of adrenaline pumping through me. I was ready to mount, and I kicked off the ground in a second, and was on the other side in five. The wind blew my black hair behind me, and I was flat on my broom. It was exhilirating, this feeling. I felt my muscles tighten in exertion.
"Oy, Alex! Come at here for a moment!" Regulus shouted, it sounded like a blur to my wind-filled ears.
I flew to the middle of the Pitch. Miggy was holding the quaffle and the bludgers were out. Evan and Cygnus had their bats ready, in case one of the bludgers kept hurtling towards us. Lance was already hovering by the goalposts. I winked at Demetri, and he grinned back evilly.
Miggy only said a few words: "Play each other like your teammates are Gryffindors."
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A/N-Okay, I really have no idea where I'm going here. Seriously, could you give me ideas? A couple that could brew? Reviews also please. xoxo's.