AUTHORS NOTE

Sorry that my chapters are so short! I am going to pin the blame on my, admittedly highly supportive friends, who keep begging me for a chapter to be published, so I finish them sooner than I want just to shut them up. No offence guys, I still love you! I have to admit, I was a little apprehensive about publishing a fanfiction at first, but the idiots that I call my friends have layed my worries to rest. Be assured whoever has actually bothered to read this far voluntarily, this fanfiction is going to be very very long.

Thank you to a friend of mine who told me when I gave him an extract of this chapter, he said about Felicity: whoever she s, she sounds like a right flobberworm….This ones for you.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Bitch in a miniskirt.

Albus' natural reflex was to run up to Gryffindor tower and tell Lily & co. what had happened. But as soon as he bolted into the common room, he remembered. They were at Hogsmeade. He'd stayed behind to study. Dammit.

The only people in the room were Lorcan Scamander and Felicity Blackman.

Merlin Al hated Felicity Blackman.

She was the epitome of everything he found disgusting in a person. Arrogance, selfishness, greediness and...Damn, if only he knew a fancy word for someone being a right bitch.

She was the kind of girl you get in every school, the kind of girl who thought she was amazingly beautiful, when really her face held a distinct resemblance to a shaved rat. Not to mention the fact that her hair fell in ironed straggles around her face, giving her the air of a shaved rat that had recently had its head flushed down the toilet.

He sighed, ignoring her and heading over to sit with Lorcan.

Unfortunately, almost as soon as his arse had touched the soft seat, a high pitched, incredibly nasal and irritation voice ripped through the echoing silence.

"Oi Faggot, had any sex today? Oh wait, I forgot, everyone is disgusted by you."

Turning swiftly, Albus glared straight at the repulsive face of Felicity Blackman. "Blackman, for once in your life keep your ungodly rat-resembling face out of other peoples lives. What I do is none of your business."

He fought to hold back the blush that was threatening to spread to his cheeks.

Id like to spread my cheeks for Scor-NO! Shut up! Not a good time, brain!

He groaned inwardly. What had Malfoy done to him? Its like every conscious thought was about him.

He became vaguely aware that Felicity was talking again. "Albus Potter, you are nothing but a gayboy who aspires to be a drag queen in Vegas, and you will die alone because no one would ever want a fag like you."

Too late, she realised Lily was standing behind her, wand raised, red hair flying around her face, framing her expression of pure fury.

The bitch, who was ridiculously adorned in a shockingly pink boob-tube and matching lace skirt, stumbled back a few steps, knowing better than to cross an angry Lily.

"What. The. Hell. Did. You. Just. Say."

Before I had even fully registered what was happening, Lily's fist came flying through the air, a painful sounding smack reverberating through the room as Felicity cried out, clutching her nose.

Once again I was left standing there, dumbfounded, as Lorcan stood up and grabbed the bitch by her shoulders, spinning her around to face him, before slapping her straight across the face.

I stepped forward, about to say, well, I don't know what I was going to say, but before I could intercept the violence, the 'victim' ran out, practically leaving skid marks and a cloud of dust behind her.

I didn't blame her, Lorcan and Lily got scary when they were angry. I was a few seconds away from making a break for it myself.

My hero on heroine fussed over me for about an hour after that, checking if I was ok, ignoring me when I told them that really, I was fine.

Well, I wasn't fine, exactly, but that had nothing to do with Felicity. That had everything to do with the fact that I was in love with someone.

A Malfoy.

A Slytherin.

Impossible.