Title: Being a teenager sucks
Pairings: *takes a deep breath* RL/SB, RW/HG, GW/DM, HP/OC, MM/SS (ack, I don't much like the last one, but ish chose the pairings, acos I couldn't decide. Ain't she helpful! ^.^) And possible Dean/Seamus.
Warnings: Some slash in later chapters, probably only mild slash, because I can't write it to save my life.
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, don't you think there'd be more blood??? And more slash, for that matter. Lol.
A/N: first hp fanfic, I didn't know how this would turn out, but it seems to be okay. Rest assured there is a plot. Eventually, there will be a plot… now, onto important matters.
You will heed the warnings. There will be mild slash in later chapters. Do NOT come crying to me because you don't like to see Sirius and Remus paired together. Don't flame me because you're homophobic, I have warned you, and I'll warn you again in the chapters that I decide to put slash in.
You will review, even if it is to flame me. If I get no reviews, or very little, I will think that nobody is reading this, and I will stop writing it.
Constructive criticism is most welcome. If you have ideas, or can point out mistakes, I will be eternally grateful.
If you flame me because of the slash (when I write it) I will hunt you down, and drink your blood. I will hang your lifeless body from the flagpole of my school, and we will all throw things at you. Then, we will see which type of acid will eat through your eyeballs the fastest, and have a race. If I lose (which I won't. I'm acing chem.) We will send your body to your family for a decent burial. If I win, (which is certain) we will cover you in melted wax, and stand you in the science lab so the little year sevens can throw things at you. And then possibly cover you in kerosene and set you on fire, those year sevens are pyros (and I am their teacher!)
Yes, I have been known to drink blood on occasion, I want fangs, I hate the sun, and my skin is so pale it's almost white. (Except at the moment, it just borders on extremely pale, acos it's summery where I live.) I'm obsessed with vampires. GET THE HELL OVER IT! Erm… thank you…
((okay, they are going into sixth year, and the Dursleys were too afraid of Sirius to lock up Harry's stuff. I know they locked him in his room, but… dammit! This is why I need ish to read over these before I post them! just to clear up some confusion. And I DO TOO LOVE VAMPIRES MORE THAN YOU DO!!! *ahem* erm… on with the fic…? Oh, and Hermione is, as you will see, not dead.))
Harry sat at the train station where the Dursleys had left him. He was a half-hour early, because the Dursleys were taking Dudley to buy some new school trousers before he had to go back to school. He had ripped the seat of his pants. The diet obviously wasn't working.
Harry hadn't thought about what he had seen at Remus' house since that night, but now was as good a time as any to think.
Sirius… and Remus… He was upset. Not that he had a problem with them being together, but why didn't they tell him…? He became angry. Why? Didn't they trust him? Did they fear that he'd reject them? Dammit! Sirius was the closest thing he had to a father!
His thoughts were interrupted by a cough. Harry looked up. Before him stood a girl wearing jeans, with what appeared to be a song written on them in blue ink. She wore a tight black top with a rose on the front. She tucked a strand of her straight, red-streaked hair behind her ear.
"Hi Harry." Harry stared.
"H-H-Hermione!?!?" she grinned.
"The one and only." Harry was utterly shocked.
"What did you do to yourself?" Hermione sat beside him, her many bangles jingling at every movement.O:P/O:P
"I decided to change my image, the whole bookworm thing was getting kinda boring." Her look changed to one of concern. "Harry, I need to talk to you about something important…I… oh, hi Ron!" Ron stood there staring at Hermione.
"…" Hermione frowned, looking stern.
"Ron Weasley, my face is a little higher than that!" Ron's gaze snapped to her face instant,
"ummm…" he murmured, blushing. "Hi Hermione." Hermione smiled.
"That's better. Now, we'd best get onto platform 9 ¾, the train will be leaving soon." Hermione shot a look at Harry, and mouthed 'we'll talk later' Harry nodded, and they walked through the barrier to get to the platform.
They found an empty compartment on the train, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat down. A few minutes later, Draco Malfoy came sauntering into the compartment with his two goons, Crabbe and Goyle behind him.
"Well, if it isn't the weasel. Managed to scrape up enough money for school books this year I see. If only barely." He shot a disdainful look at the tattered books that sat beside Ron. "What did your father have to do for the money, Weasley? Beg?" Crabbe and Goyle laughed idiotically when they realized that Malfoy had made a joke.
Hermione and Harry both had to restrain Ron from punching Malfoy. Draco and his goons left the compartment, grinning. Ron's shouted obscenities following them down the passage of the train.
A few minutes later, Fred and George stopped by, and shared some toffee with them. Ron, unfortunately, ate his, and promptly turned an interesting shade of dark green. He really should have known better than to accept food from his brothers. The twins, laughing, left Ron to figure out how to make his skin the right colour again.
Quite a while later, Ron's face had nearly returned to its original colour. He started to think…
"Hey, Harry, Hermione, either of you seen Ginny?" They shook their heads. "She was meant to be here, I have her school stuff." At that moment, Ginny wandered into the compartment. "Ginny! Where have you been! I was worried!" Ginny raised an eyebrow.
"And since when are you my keeper? I was around." Ron stood.
"You have to let us know where you are! You could have run into Malfoy, and then what would you have done!?"
"I would have bid him a good day," she replied coolly "and gone somewhere else. You are not my father, Ronald Weasley, and I do not answer to you." Ron, who had just gotten over being green, turned red, clenching his fists at his sides.
"I am your brother, Ginny, and it is my responsibility to look after you." Ginny's face went stony.
"Where were you Riddle was eating away at my soul, and taking control of my body." She spat "you didn't even notice that I was slowly dying. And my name is Virginia! Get it through that thick head of yours. Not Ginny, and not Gin. V-I-R-G-I-N-I-A. Got it?" She stormed out of the compartment, grabbing her books as she left. Ron stood, mouth open, watching her go. Ginny stuck her head back into the compartment. "And close your fucking mouth Ron, you look like a goldfish."
She walked until she reached the last compartment, and, seeing that it was empty, threw her books onto the seat and leaned against the wall, seething. Just who does he think he is?
Draco sat in his compartment, listening to the idiotic banter of Crabbe and Goyle. He stood, motioning for them to stay where they were. He needed time alone, away from people. He left the compartment, and looked for an empty one. He reached the end compartment, and looked in to see The Weasley girl there, she's pretty when she's angry… he thought to himself, and then shook his head. What am I thinking! She's a Weasley for Merlin's sake!
Ginny turned around to see Draco outside the compartment.
"Hi there, you have people you need to get away from too?" Draco stepped into the doorway.
"I might." Ginny smiled, thinking to herself; he's cute. Too bad my brother hates him. Too bad I don't care what my brother thinks anymore. She grinned inwardly.
"Well, come in then. I won't bite." Draco stepped into the compartment and leaned against the wall opposite her. Every move calculated. Precise. He needs to loosen up…
"Why aren't you with your brother and Potter, and that Hermione girl you're always hanging around with?" Ginny sighed.
"My brother thinks he owns me, and… wait a minute… you didn't call Hermione a mudblood…" Draco shrugged.
"Well, I figure if we're going to be stuck in this compartment together, I might as well try to be civil. It doesn't mean I despise them any less." Ginny frowned.
"You're hardly stuck here. You can leave whenever you choose." Draco looked at her pointedly.
"And go back to my compartment and talk to the two thickest people on this earth? No thanks. I'd rather stay here." Ginny sat down, resting her forehead on the window of the train.
"So, what is it that you're avoiding?" Draco looked at her, raising his eyebrows.
"I already told you. The two brick heads." He replied. Ginny shook her head.
"No, I mean what are you really avoiding?" Draco sighed.
"It's complicated." Ginny raised an eyebrow.
"How complicated, exactly?" Draco walked over to sit on the seat opposite her.
"It's complicated because people expect me to be a clone of my father, just because I'm a Malfoy. They expect me to be cold, emotionless, and act in the exact way that my father considers fitting for a Malfoy to act. I can't be myself."
"I know exactly how you feel." Ginny replied. "Everybody thinks I'm the innocent little girl, unable to think for herself, no brains, just there to look cute. My brother thinks he owns me, and that he can tell me what to do, it's getting rather annoyi-" She was cut off as Draco kissed her.
A/N: have to leave it there peoples, and may I just point out that I still call her Ginny. She doesn't like it, but she let me as long as I didn't make her kiss Harry. She is SO over him ^.^ anyhow, I was going to put a list of my beginnings for personal stories, in a separate story thing… to ask ppl which ones I should continue, but now there's that new site an' all, so I might figure it out later. I think I've answered all the questions in the reviews, so, um, yeah ^.^ need more reviews before I post the next chapter, and you find out what Hermione wanted to tell Harry.
