Chapter 25-Roses really smell like shit

Ok so the title comes from Outkast's song: Roses. It's a bit of an analogy, comparing the rose(a beautiful plant that comes in many colors but needs manure-cow poop-to grow therefore it smells a bit like shit) to mean-spirited but attractive girls …it means that some girls may be gorgeous on the outside but on the inside all they are is ugly. I think Andre and Big boi put that message in a creative and moy different way.

I chose the title for Alana because this song pretty much describes her completely. So listen to it and French bitch by Pussy Tourette and that's exactly how she is if you listen to the words in both those songs.

Takes place on December 18 in 6th year…

"My God! Only seven more days till the Yule ball, seven!" Alicia squealed exstatically.

"Yeah." Angelina replied almost soundlessly.

Alicia put leaned her elbow on the table. "Oh hun, I hope you're not thinking about Fred…he was a jerk anyways."

"First off who said I was thinking about Fred, and second you probably agree with that dolt that I was lying about Alana…so wouldn't that make you a jerk too?" She replied sharply in response.

Alicia rolled her eyes, used to these kinds of biting remarks by now. "My response to that comment is that I know your thinking about Fred because you're always thinking about that git as anyone can tell by the sappy arse look on your face and second I don't know what happened between you and Alana so I can't really agree with anything or anyone regarding the situation."

"But you believe it was me who was talking trash about Alana anyways don't you?"

"Well…the way you're acting right now is leading me to believe that. I mean your being so aggressive about it, if you didn't do shit don't get so fucking sensitive when someone brings it up."

"Honestly, you have no reason to snap, you didn't suffer any kind of consequences. Me? Well I'm being talked about constantly behind my back, am hated by a boy who once cared greatly for me, and am being targeted by a tiny French whore!"

"Could you stop bitching for a moment, stop being so self-absorbed for one fucking minute? You always find some kind of way to get the goddamn spotlight on you…you don't care to ask about me or how my day went. I needed you to ask me so I could finally maybe get the chance to bitch about a few things to you. Like did you know that I'm failing three of my classes? That maybe I could get kicked off the quidditch team because of those 3 P's I've got? No you probably didn't," She paused as she watched a shocked expression cross Angelina's features, "You've changed a lot since second year." She finished before stomping angrily out of the room.

"Oh great…more drama is just what I needed." Angelina huffed and fell to the bed with her back flat on it but after a while she stood and began taking her anger out on the objects in the room.

"Sodding Fred." She kicked her dresser.

"Dumb fucking Alana." She grabbed the glass ornament of an angel that her cousin sent her for her birthday and launched it at the wall, watching as it hit it with a hard thump and landed to the floor, undamaged (her cousin put a charm so that it'd never break nor crack).

"And here's to that stupid arse ball." She kicked the bed post hard which resulted in her immediately drawing back in pain to hold her ankle.

"Shit." She cursed. "Stupid bed pos—wait, what's this…" She halted and said aloud as her eyes spied a small, yellow sticky note lying motionlessly on the floor.

After she picked it up she began to read:

List of things to do (Written December 15):

Make up good revenge scheme

Buy more chocolate from Honeyduke's on next Hogsmeade trip

Write to mum and dad before month is up to tell them you're not going home for Christmas this year

Find Montague and tell him that the stupid deal you made with him to go to the ball with him is off since Fred is no longer a…concern

She let the note drop back to the floor as she silently cursed herself.

"The ball, oh my God I totally forgot to tell Montague that I'm not going with him…or at all…" She hit her forehead.

'Well…what better time than now, dummy?' Something in the back of her head told her and with that thought she hesitantly got to her feet, made her way out of her dorm, and set off for the dungeons.

Angelina halted when she came to the entrance of the dungeons as she didn't know the password.

It hadn't been long before a group made up of two 6th year boys: Adrian, Warrington, and one 4th year, Malfoy, had passed by her to stand directly in front of the dungeons entrance.

"Why hello Johnson," Warrington turned to regard her. "Are you down here to speak with a certain Slytherin captain…?" Warrington asked her, allowing a knowing very sneaky smile to grace his lips.

'He knows-they all know-that Montague plans to take me to the Yule Ball…' She thought angrily. 'It'll be a shame when the time comes for him to tell all his stupid buddies that I changed my mind and turned down his invitation to that damned ball.'

"Yes I am?" She answered shortly while he uttered the password.

"He will certainly be pleased." Adrian muttered as they all entered the Slytherin common room together.

As soon as the four entered all eyes went up to see the four of them and all chatter ceased, most were suspicious as to why a Gryffindor was in their midst while others knew she had various connections to this dark, secretive house.

Warrington bent down close to her ear, "You're on your own from here, Johnson." He whispered then stood back up to his normal height and glanced around at the many sets of skeptical and distrusting eyes.

Almost instantly after the boys had left Angelina to herself Daphne Greengrass strolled over and asked in a wary tone, "Angelina Johnson…we haven't spoken in ages, what brings such a highly esteemed Gryffindor as you to my dungeons?"

'Her dungeons.' Angelina chuckled internally at the ever-snobbish Daphne Greengrass.

"If I've told you once I've told you way too many times, Greengrass…do not call me Angelina, just because our mothers are good friends doesn't mean we have to drop all formalities and be comrades as they are."

"Your completely right, I don't know why I even waste my time being friendly to a person of your standards…so…what exactly are you doing down here anyway? Shouldn't you be upstairs in Gryffindor tower with all the rest of those ignoramuses you call friends?"

"I urgently need to speak with your unrequited lover, Montague about some important matters." She smirked bitterly as the superior-looking, gorgeous blonde's face fell.

"I'm sorry but he isn't available at the momen—"

She never got to finish her sentence as Montague had strolled suavely from out the door that led into the Slytherin boys' dormitories.

"What do you require?" The gentlemanlike Slytherin captain asked as soon as he laid his dark blue eyes on Angelina's lean form.

"A bit of your time." Angelina told him smiling all the while staring right at Daphne's displeasured expression.

Daphne, rolled her eyes in Angelina's direction, clicked her tongue in pure annoyance, and turned on her heel to depart as Montague had no time to take notice of her.

Montague's face turned back to Angelina's after he watched Daphne's lovely form vanish behind the door leading into the Girl's dormitory.

"Well that's not exactly specific but whatever it is you're here for it must be important for you to come and see me in person." He grinned conceitedly.

"Stop being a cocky bitch and just come with me somewhere, I want to talk about this in private if you don't mind?" She asked.

"Not at all."

--Library--

"Are you trying to provoke me into strangling you? Is that why you're here telling me this, Johnson?"

"No Montague…I'm simply telling you this so you won't show up like some desperate dork outside the portrait hole and realize too late that I'm not leaving my room that night."

"So let me get this straight you won't care if I let your secret slip to Weasley?"

"Nope, so you can go ahead and tell the whole damn school if you want…nothings worth keeping this stupid secret anymore…" She said, before she turned silently, walking to the exit.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Montague quickly jumped in front of her. "Can't we sort this out? Make an arrangement of some sort?" He added hastily.

"Sorry Montague but you have nothing against me anymore so I am not even obligated to talk with you anymore. Goodbye." She ended the discussion as she continued out the foyer of the library.

-Later on into the evening-(Alana+Fred)

Fred sat on the big, soft, red sofa by the fireplace while Alana chatted happily away next to him, rambling on about her usual nonsense.

He wasn't even listening to her. All he could think about was how he'd make his choice…it truly was hard to decide between two girls he cared deeply about.

There was Alana, she made him happy, she taught him some French, and overall she was maybe the best lay he'd had in ever.

Then there was ANGELINA, sweet, beautiful, funny, sodding wonderful Angelina. She laughed with him and at him. She hated his tendency to push her to the limit and complained about his habit of groping her bum from behind nonstop. She had his back at all times and she was just so damn lovable…

"And then maybe we could go on a walk right before sunset, how's that sound? Frederick? Freddy, are you listening to me? FRED!!" She shook him frantically.

Fred fell out of his abstraction and shook his head, blinking rapidly. "Oh I'm sorry Alana, what is it you were saying again?"

"Frederick." Alana huffed impatiently. "What as' been wrong with you lately? You're acting a bit irregular…"

"Its just, a lots on my mind and—"

"Does this 'ave anything to do with zat girl, Angela, Gina or whatever her name is—?"

"ANGELINA." He corrected sharply.

"Yez her." Alana replied frigidly.

"Yeah, actually it does. Alana I need you to understand that, that girl is my best friend and-and--I miss her, I mean can you imagine good ol' Merlin without wicked Morgan Le Fle, a lamp without a bulb, a vampire with no fangs….its exactly how I feel. I can't sleep at night, and during the day in the middle of classes I feel nauseated knowing that everything is not well at all between us."

"Fred, Fred, stop. Before you go any further," She sighed dramatically, "I must get this off my chest…it botherz me how you let thiz girl affect you. It isn't healthy…or normal. You really should take some time before you even think about forgiving her. You know take some time out to think thingz over…?"

"But it's not right. Things have never gotten this bad between us…I just gotta make it right already it eating me up insi—"

"NO Frederick. You don't seem to be listening to what I'm telling you. I think you should take a break from her."

"Well Alana, what you think doesn't really count for what goes in my life."

"What do you mean by that?" Alana asked, perplexedly.

"I mean," He pried her hand assertively off his shoulder. "That what you say isn't always going to be applied to how I live my life…and also sometimes I just don't want to hear your opinion on everything I say to you, I wish that for once I could just sit back and speak to you without you always criticizing my words…"

"Fred don't be upzet. I was only suggesting—

"I'm not upset, I'm irritated with you and this obsession of me getting over Angelina, she's my best friend…shouldn't you be urging me to get back together with her?"

"Why would I when the girl's obviously been feeding you lame lies about me?"

"I've already told you it was a misunderstanding, she thought you were talking about her and you thought she was talking about you and words probably got fucked up and twisted around into different versions."

"Or she was really trying to turn you against me…"

"You know what? I've had enough for today, I'm going upstairs to try and block out the enormously stupid conversation we just had." Fred frowned deeply at her before standing to his feet and walking up the stairs to the boys' dormitory.

"Don't you walk away from me Frederick!" She yelled with as much force she could muster at him.

"Too late to stop me!" He shouted back at her before slamming the door to his dorm shut after he disappeared inside.

AN: For some reason I feel like closing this chapter with a joke so I'll tell you one that David La Chappelle, the most hilarious black comedian in the world, said at his Block Party:

"How many white people does it take to screw in a light bulb?"

"I don't know how many?"

"None, because they all get niggers to do it for them."

HAHA that's funny, no I'm not a racist-I'm black remember? I just find his Joke's fucking HILARIOUS!