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A/n: Ah, the drama. I've been wanting to write this chapter for 3 frickin' days! Stupid school. By the way, drama's heading your way!duh duh duhhhhh!

Chapter 11

I've come to the conclusion that Mc-G's evil. She's utterly despicable and disgusting and base. However, I'm a big enough person to applaud her deviousness.

Unfortunately, we have to go on as if nothing has happened, and that is difficult, to say the least.

We got back to the common room and sat at opposite ends of the couch. We were both afraid to move. Then, of course, girls and the rest of the Marauders flocked to his princedom and tried to kick me out. I was like, oh HELLS no! and they were all like, oh HELLS yes! And Black did not say a word. Not in my defense, not in theirs. Then, they shoved me off the couch and onto the floor. Would you like to know what he said? Nothing. Absolutely-freaking-nothing.

So there I was, sitting on the floor, getting trampled, when I blew up. My mother would not be proud.

"I was sitting on the couch," I began calmly.

"So? No one cares about you." The irony being they are talking about my band and how great it is to finally have females in a high-class band.

Then, being the quick-to-temper girl I am, I stood up. "I am NOT sitting on the floor, and since I was there first, you will get up."

I'm afraid I'm making a scene, after all, everyone is staring at me, mouths gaping.

That wench just rolled her eyes at me!

I think Black finally realized what's going on. Ignoramus!

"Look muggle, I don't want to do something like use magic on you because that's so un-called for. After all, I wouldn't want the poor baby to get hurt."

"Te gusta quitarte la ropa enfrente de los chicos, perra!" I scoff and roll my eyes.

She doesn't understand, but she did take out her wand. Hmm...interesting.

At this point, I'm glaring at Black, hoping he's receiving my telepathic signal to get up. He's not moving. Do I see a smirk? He's enjoying this. Oh…I am going to make him PAY.

"Look girl, you're disgusting and pathetic. Clearly, you have a crush on Sirius, but you must realize you have no chance in hell, after all, he's so far above your league…"

Must hold back instinct to slap. Holding back…holding back…mustn't give in to temptation…shiznit! I lost control. Heh. Look at her face.

Smart move, self. Now her wand is at my throat. Fabulous.

"Don't you EVER touch me, disgusting, muggle filth!"

And…the true colors of witchfolk are shown. I glance over, and he's still smirking, clearly enjoying the spectacle. Thanks for the help jerkface.

She took a step towards me and I wanted to step back, but I was afraid it would be too far for the spell, so I just stood there. And looked her directly in the eyes. Did I mention most people find my eyes incredibly creepy? They're black. Completely, utterly, black. At least, the part that's normally a color like brown or blue or something is black.

What's funny is, people don't seem to notice until I look them directly in the eyes close up.

She stumbled down. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I win. Yay!

The rest of the girls crowd around to see what 'terrible thing' I did to her.

So I march over to Black, grab his arm and pull him away from the crowd and into my room to have a nice, long, talk.

Which is black, purple, and blue, by the way.

"What?"

"You dare ask me what? You didn't do a darn thing. You could have helped. Here I was, being nice, going to change my schedule around so you could sleep in, trying to stay within five feet so your friends wouldn't be too weirded out, and you couldn't be bothered to stand up for me?"

"That would look weird."

"Are you freaking kidding me? What looked weird was you looking amused when she called me a filthy, disgusting muggle."

"Look I-"

"No. You're done. You are going to pay so bad. You'll wish you had had the balls to stand up for me when you had the chance."

"It's not my fault-"

"Not your fault? Ha! Let me tell you something; tomorrow is MY day. You will follow ME around like some sick stalker and see what you fan club says about that!"

I started to stomp out of the room…bad idea. I was thrown into him quickly once again, landing him on my bed with me on top.

Struggling to get off the bed, I stated: "And we're playing tennis tomorrow before breakfast."

A/n: heh. ..please review!

You like to take off your clothes in front of boys, slut!