A/N: Umm, this *was* going to be a 200 word drabble. Honest. I'm not entirely sure what happened. Oh, and a small warning, if you took out all the profanities, (ooh, posh word!) then this would probably be about a quarter of the length. I lost count of the amount of times I used the word fuck in this...
You were the ice queen, with your tumbling ringlets of red red hair, your pouty lips, your perfect features. You wore short short skirts, and stilettos, and you drew them in, but as soon as you'd had your fun then you were done with them.
James may have been the second coming of the Marauders, but you were something more, something infinitely more powerful than the Marauders had ever been. You didn't just rule the school, you fucking owned it. And hell, but you were proud of that fact.
You had very few close friends, out of choice, not lack of personality, or social skills. The only person you would call a friend was Ivy Malfoy, and your family of course, but if you asked anyone else in the school, then they would tell anyone who would listen about how they were your "best best friend" even if you'd never spoken to them before in your life.
You were the last Potter/Weasley/Lupin left at Hogwarts now, the baby of the family, but you had never really needed your brothers anyway, except for Al, he was your rock, your best friend, your big brother.
You had ruled the place since your fourth year though, so you really didn't need any help from anyone else, although it would have been useful to have James or Al around so that they could beat up some of the more persistent "suitors." (Or Teddy, but you were trying to pretend like Teddy didn't exist.)
You had your uncle George around though, he had bought the Zonko's in Hogsmeade, so you made sure to see him every time a Hogsmeade weekend came around, although you were sure that he must have lost a lot of business by leaving the shop in the hands of his assistants every weekend the Hogwarts students came down – no one had the natural sales charm and charisma of your uncle George. Charlie was always around too, making sure to have excuses to come up to the castle so that he could see you, you were his favourite niece, although he would never admit it to any of his other nieces or nephews, and he regarded you as the child he never had. He was proud of you, no matter what you did, unlike the rest of your family. He and George were the only two members of your family to be happy for you when you were placed in Slytherin. (And Teddy, but you weren't going to think about him. Not ever, ever again.)
But, fucking hell, you missed you family like crazy, especially all your cousins, and Hugo, you thought he would have been with you through all your time at Hogwarts, but he started distancing himself as soon as you were sorting into Slytherin, just like his fucking father Ron Weasley and the rest of his family. Not even your own mother could look you in the eye and tell you that she was proud of you being where you were. And then Hugo had to go and be so fucking clever that he graduated a year early, with an "Outstanding" in every single N.E.W.T. it was possible to even fucking achieve. Was anybody that proud of you when you had all Os and EEs in your O.W.L.s? No, they couldn't fucking care, too busy congratulating James on his N.E.W.T.s, to even throw a quick "well done" your way, although James himself had seemed to be able to find the time.
God dammit, your life was so fucked up, your mother and father, the so called "golden couple," couldn't handle the fact that their daughter was becoming everything that they had fought against. But, fucking hell, couldn't they tell that the only reason you were turning into this empty shell, the girl who found it fun to use the unforgivable curses on flies (but never people, never ever people, you weren't that screwed up. Not yet.) was because they had never been able to find it in themselves to be proud of their Slytherin daughter, that the only reason that you hated them was because they always seemed to hate you, for fucks sake they were so fucking blind.
You strut the halls of Hogwarts like you own them, but your time is limited, soon you'll be cast out into the cold, left to fend for yourself, because you doubt your family will help you. They help their own, but you're not one of their own, not now, you've made sure of that, refusing to go home since the beginning of your sixth year, crashing instead on Charlie's sofa every holiday. Charlie will help you though, you know he will.
But you don't want to leave your family like this; you want them to know how much they've truly fucked you up, how much they've torn you apart, them and Teddy fucking Lupin.
So that's why you turn up, at the end of August, after you've finally finished school. You've been sitting with a group of old Slytherins, the ones you used to get drunk with at school, and now you turn up to the Burrow for the annual family get together, complete hammered on muggle spirits, a bottle of jack clutched firmly in one hand, and a cigarette clutched in the other. You're wearing your shortest skirt, your eyes are ringed with the darkest black liner, your mascara makes your eyelashes fluttering look like wings, your heels are high, your necklines low, and you are so fucking beautiful that Teddy Lupin can't keep his eyes off you, but you've done what you came here to do, you've shown them what you are now, a beautiful shell of yourself, and you've succeeded in making Teddy hurt as much as you hurt every single fucking time you think or hear or say his name. You saw his face, hell, the whole fucking family saw his face, and you could tell that he still loves you as much as he claimed all those years ago, when you told him that if he didn't fuck off right this second then you would make sure he would never be able to have children.
And hell, have you fucking regretted it, every day since.
Because maybe you were a little bit in love with him too, after all.