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.

((A/N: please, don't kill me, but I had all these plans for this fic, and I just can't write. Until I get more reviews, I might have to put this fic on ice. I know most of you read, and check back on this fic, you may even be able to tolerate the crappy plot, but what you don't do, is review, and I'm stuck here, thinking nobody cares, when in fact. oh, wait, nobody does. oh. okay then. what are you looking at ?! as you were! Guess what! I'm multi talented! I was an ambulance cadet thingy, and I got the most difficult badge, knowledge of the order. This was years ago, and as far as I know, I still pay my fees, but where I live now, ya have to be 16 to join, so I'm givin' it up for another year or so. Pathetic! I can also use a tablet. I spent $300 Australian dollars on it, is that too much?))

Ginny had been stealing glances at Draco all throughout the great feast, trying to figure out what that kiss meant. She was sure it had been something. but. what if he was just playing some cruel game. he is a Malfoy after all.

After the feast, she didn't have time to catch him and find out, he hurried back to the Slytherin dorms, Crabbe and Goyle following close behind. Dejectedly she walked to the Gryffindor common room, getting the password from a prefect on the way. She went straight to her dorm, and sat on her bed, thinking.

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Draco sat at his desk, writing. The other Slytherin sixth years avoided him; he was looking particularly dangerous tonight. When anyone went near him, he shot a glare at them that threatened a very painful death if they took so much as a single step closer. He finished writing, and left the letter on the desk. He released his peregrine falcon from its cage, and fastened the letter to its leg.

"Take this to the manor." The falcon nipped his finger affectionately, and then flew straight through the stone wall, into the hidden passage that led outside. Professor Snape had created this passage a few years before, so that owls could get in and out of the dungeons. Slytherins seemed to send and receive mail at odd times.

Draco cleared away his desk, and then went to bed early. There was a Hogsmeade day tomorrow, in celebration of the dark lord going into hiding. That damned annoying Potter, he met up with Voldemort in the holidays, and at last he'd heard, the dark lord had retreated. Potter can do no wrong, people worship everything he does, and they're acting like he defeated the dark lord or something. He's only in hiding, and by Draco's reckoning, he was pretty pissed, and probably planning something. His father had been away on "business" which can never be a good sign.

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The next day, Harry, Hermione and Ron walked through Hogsmeade, smiling and joking. Ron soon ran off to Zonko's, so Hermione and Harry went for an ice cream.

As they walked, eating their ice cream, Hermione turned to Harry.

"You know, there's something about that Shar girl that I just don't like." Harry looked at her, wiping the ice cream off his face.

"What do you mean, Hermione? She seems okay to me." Hermione shook her head

"There's something about her that just doesn't add up."

"I think you're reading a little too deeply into things Hermione."

"No I'm not. If she's at Hogwarts to be protected, why does she need a guardian? I mean, you've got the most powerful dark wizard after you, and you don't need a bodyguard. So why does she? Oh my gosh. Harry." Hermione turned pale

"Hermione! What's wrong?" Harry asked,

"I just figured it out. Harry. what if the guardian isn't to protect her from someone, what if it's to protect us from her?"

"Oh now you're just being ridiculous!" Harry scoffed.

"Am I? Think about it Harry."

"Hermione, you know what I think? You're paranoid! " Hermione scowled at him, her hands on her hips.

"Well if that's what you think Harry, then fine. Don't come crying to me when something happens, because I won't care." With that she stormed off, leaving a bewildered Harry gaping at her retreating form. Ron chose that precise moment to appear beside Harry, his arms laden with an assortment of Zonko's best.

"Hey Harry, what's up." he glanced at Hermione's retreating figure. "What the hell's with her?" Harry shook his head.

"I'll never understand her. Never. She just nearly bit my head off because I didn't share her opinion of that new girl."

"Hn," Ron replied, "she's just opinionated is all. Can hardly blame her, that Shar girl is weird, and that guardian of hers gives me the creeps." Harry had to agree, Blake looked startlingly like a dementor, and kinda freaked him out, but Shar seemed all right.

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Draco ducked into an alleyway, after carefully checking that nobody was watching. He regarded the cloaked figure that stood before him with distaste.

"Must you lurk in the shadows so?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. The cloaked figure irritably tossed a small box towards him, seeming to laugh as Draco lunged to catch it.

Draco stood, precious parcel in hand. Brushing the dust off his expensive robes, he glared at the figure.

"Have you any idea how important this is? Be careful!" He growled. The figure removed her hood, smiling at him.

"aww, calm down Draco." She said, trailing an arm across his shoulder. He pushed her hand away, livid with rage.

"Don't.touch.me." he ground out. "Or I'll hex you for showing such disrespect to the heir of the Malfoy estate, and, if you weren't my father's secretary, it would be an unforgivable. Be careful when you are told to transport anything of this significance again, another slip up, and you won't live to regret it." He turned on his heel, cloak billowing dramatically around him as he left the alleyway.

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Ginny wandered around Hogsmeade miserably. She couldn't find Draco anywhere; maybe he was avoiding her. she thought dejectedly. Perhaps he was playing some sick game.

She walked the path by the shrieking shack, hoping to find solitude. What she found, however, was Dean and Seamus. against a wall. Blushing furiously, and murmuring apologies, she made a hasty exit.

She returned to walking around, purchasing an ice cream as the day grew hotter. She needed to find Draco.

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Shar sat on the ground in the dust in a shadowy alleyway, her ice blue eyes strangely reflecting light. Blake stood beside her, and she leant against him.

"Blake?" she murmured,

"Yes Shar?" he replied.

"I think I'm about to pass out." and she promptly did. Blake knelt in the dust by her side, laying a cool hand on her cheek. He lifted her lifeless form effortlessly, and carried her deeper into the dark alleyway. Taking a flask, he unscrewed the lid and splashed water on her face. She opened her eyes, taking the flask in both hands and drinking deeply. She smiled at him.

"I'm sorry." He only smiled at her.

"You should stay out of the sun. You'll dehydrate." She nodded, and leaning on him for support, stood up.

"Thanks. Where would I be without you?"

"hmmm, wherever it is, you don't want to be there." She laughed.

"I'll say."

((A/N: okay, most of that is probably pretty cryptic to you. is Draco just playing a game? What was the strange parcel he had sent from the manor? Will Hermione have PMS forever? Will Voldemort get off his fat lazy ass and kill someone? Was the Dean/Seamus episode relevant to the plot? What is wrong with Shar? What relation is there between her and her mysterious guardian? Find out next chapters, in. whoah, wait, no, I don't think I'll tell you. You'll never know! Mwuhahaha! *dies* mweee! *snork* where's the spoons? *confused* ooo! O_o ))