Cinderella: a Hogwarts Version

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Chapter Two: Slytherins Full of Shit

"Thank God that bastard finally left! I can't believe he's Slytherin's prefect! We're in for hell this year," Ryan burst out just as Damien had left.

"Take a chill pill," Chloe said. "We're not the ones who're gonna suffer, we're the ones who're gonna raise a whole lot'ta hell for him." She grinned deviously. She definitely had something in mind.

"Babe with an attitude - how could I not love you?" Jason smirked. "So, you gonna let us in on your plans?"

"Or are we gonna have to play innocent and wait?" Eric put in.

"Take a guess."

"Aw Chloe, come on! We're the new generation Marauders. Our sole purpose is to follow in the footsteps of the original Marauders in extreme rule- breaking. We do not play innocent!" Jason whined.

"Well you're gonna have to learn to live with it darling," she smirked back.

Fifteen minutes later, the Hogwarts Express pulled up at the station in Hogsmeade. The sky was a deep blue and the rain clouds were threatening to pour down. Thunder was heard and lightning seen. Evidently a storm was to come.

As soon as the steam engine came to a halt, the students made a mad rush towards the exits, so as to end up with a good carriage for the rest of the journey towards the castle.

Despite how crowded the corridors now were, Chloe and the other three had miraculously managed to push their way through the barrier of students, and off the train.

The chilly night breeze blew against Chloe's cheek, giving her the sensation of freshness. An hour in a stuffy compartment had filled her lungs with stale air and she was dying to let it all go.

"Chloe, over here!" Ryan called out. His head was stuck out of one of the many horse-less carriages lined in a perfect row.

She made her way towards him. But a few steps later, someone had bumped into her. She staggered back slightly before regaining balance.

"Whoops, my mistake - oh it's you." She emphasized the 'you' and made it out in a sort of disgusted tone. Amongst all people she could have bumped into, it had to be Malfoy.

"I totally agree that it was your mistake. Watch where you're bloody hell going!" Damien snapped.

"Me watch where I'm going?! Bloody idiot, you were the one who should watch where you're going! They're called eyes - use them!" Chloe spat out.

"I don't need fucking advice from a bitch like you!"

"And I don't need a life with a screwed bastard like you ruining it!"

"Well go end it all and jump of a freakin' cliff!"

"It would be a lot easier to get rid of you instead!"

"Go to hell!"

"Been there, done that."

At that point, Chloe drew out her wand, and so did Damien. Students around them turned, eager to watch the duel.

"Rictusempra!" Chloe yelled, brandishing her wand.

A silver jet of light shot out of her wand tip and hit Damien in the chest. The collision caused him to fall hard on his back. Pain was obviously felt as he was gasping for breath. Without wasting much time, he quickly stood up and shouted, "Velosiriaptus!"

Three balls of green flames appeared and aimed themselves towards Chloe. She managed to duck the first, but was rather unlucky with the next two. One hit her left arm and the other, her shoulder. The impact felt like strong punches and the skin beneath burned at the touch.

"Wha' the hell's goin' on 'ere?" Hagrid, the half-giant Keeper of Keys at Hogwarts asked as he stepped up to the two teenagers.

"She started it," Damien answered through gritted teeth, nodding in Chloe's direction.

"You tempted me," Chloe shot.

They glared at each other for a few silent seconds.

Hagrid sighed. "Dumbledore's gonna haf ter hear 'bout this," he said quietly to the both. "Now off yer go."

Chloe got up and walked towards the carriage where Ryan and the others were in.

"You okay?" he asked as she sat down.

"Yeah, nothing to it," she replied, dismissing the subject.

Twenty minutes later, the Great Hall was packed with students. The four house tables, crowded as ever and every member of staff were present.

The sorting ceremony had just ended and Dumbledore had just made his short speech. Instantly, food appeared out of nowhere as Dumbledore clapped his hands twice. The feast began immediately.

"First day of school," Eric whispered with a grin to his three friends. "We all know what that means, right?"

"I've been waiting all day for it," Jason grinned back.

"Time?" Ryan asked.

"Midnight," Chloe answered.

"Perfect." Eric nodded in agreement.

"Hey Ryan, you gonna eat that?" Shane Carter interrupted, indicating to the last chicken wing on Ryan's plate.

"He's not, but I am," Jason said, grabbing it and taking a big bite.

"Dick head!" Ryan shouted. "Fuck you!"

"Put a sock in it," Jason mumbled through a full mouth, some chicken pieces spraying out.

Chloe's digital watch alarm went off. Her blankets softened the high beeps emitted from the muggle device, thus making her the only girl in her dormitory to hear it. She gave it a quick check, and '12:00AM' was clearly shown.

She pulled off her blankets silently. Chloe sat still for five seconds, straining to hear the gentle snores of her fellow classmates.

Then she crept out the room and down the stairs towards the dimly-lit common room. There was barely a sound. Only the few flames burning in the fireplace could be heard.

Despite how dark it was, Chloe managed to make out three silhouettes by the leather sofa on the other end of the room.

All three were dressed in dark clothing, mostly black, just like how she was. After all, black is the perfect disguise of night.

As soon as Chloe had made her way towards the three, Eric spoke. "Everyone knows the plan. Do we have everything?"

"I got the spray cans," Jason said.

"I have the stuff from my father's joke shop," Ryan added.

"And I've got all the spells we need stuck in my mind," Chloe put in.

"Good. So, you and I will fly up to the fifth-year boys' dormitory while Ryan and Jason go through the secret passageway into the common room. You guys can take the map, and try to avoid Peeves at all costs."

"You got it," Jason nodded, taking the parchment from Eric.

"Catch you two later," Ryan called out, as the two of them exited the common room.

Chloe and Eric walked towards the window and opened it.

"You ready?" he asked, as he boarded his Firebolt v.5.

"Yeap," she replied and hopped on behind him.

"Hold on tight!"

He maneuvered through the spacey room, looping a few times to show off skill before shooting out the window and into the night.

They circled the aging castle for a few minutes before stopping outside one of the other thousand windows of Hogwarts.

"Alohamora," Chloe chanted, pointing her wand towards the lock on the other side of the glass. Surprisingly, it opened. It was the first time they tried breaking into the Slytherin dormitory through the window, but she had expected at least one spell guarding, instead of just a lock.

They jumped off the broom and landed softly on the sill. Leaving the broom to hover in its exact position, they entered.

It was dark, off course, so they had to cast some light with the Lumos Spell. It illuminated the five beds in the room. Each had lumps in them of snoring boys.

"Oh my gawd, they're in their freaking underwear!" Chloe squealed, realizing every boy was dressed with only his boxers.

She had seen her friends in only boxers before, but this was different. These people were Slytherins! There was a big difference. But despite how she felt squirmy, many other female students would have died to be there.

"Deal with it. Every guy does it," Eric smirked.

"Let's just get this over with."

He nodded and started with his task, while Chloe went with hers.

The next morning, Chloe awoke finding herself sleeping on the couch, her head leaning on Eric's shoulder.

She yawned and stretched, then got up. Opposite them were the other two, still asleep as how Eric was.

"Hey guys, wake up," she said in a loud voice. She could already hear some shuffling from the dormitories, which meant breakfast started soon.

"Five more minutes mom!" Jason mumbled.

She grabbed a cushion and whacked him on the head.

"I'm not your mother," she replied flatly, hitting him yet again.

He woke up lazily, his foot accidentally jabbing Ryan in the rib and giving him a sharp pain. In return, Ryan slapped him on the forehead.

"So, have they realized- " Eric started, before being cut off. For at that moment, distant screams and yells could be heard from the dungeons. Obviously the noise could be heard throughout the whole building. Other Gryffindors rushed down to the common room to get a better idea of what was happening.

"I guess they just did," Ryan answered.

The Great Hall was full of murmurs during breakfast. All attention was drawn to the Slytherin table. Every single student on it smelled of dung and their hair was plastered down with green goop. That meant Ryan and Jason managed to fill their common room with green gelatin 3-feet deep and also had planted five hundred dung-bombs which successfully went off.

But amongst the seventy Slytherins, five seemed to be in worse condition. They had neon-rainbow dyed hair and the words 'I suck, you rule' tattooed onto their forehead. Evidently from the bright red skin, they had attempted to rub it off and maybe even try blast it with a spell. It seems unsuccessful.

As the new generation Marauders entered, the Slytherins turned and glared. To prove them guilty, solid proof was needed, and solid proof was not what they had; thus having to remain their judgment against the four Gryffindors. But pure hatred was seen in their eyes.

"Is it just me, or do the Slytherins seem to be full of shit this morning?" Jason asked his partners-in-crime just as they passed Damien and his gang. He tried to make it sound loud enough so as to reach Damien's hearing.

Damien muttered a few swear words and turned back to his hushed conversation with his friends.

"How'd you do it?" Ashley Crawford, a fifth-year Gryffindor, asked excitedly as they sat down.

"Darling, what makes you think it was us?" Jason asked with a grin.

"Oh come off it Krum! Everyone knows only you guys could pull something that major. You four have a reputation of rule-breaking ever since first year!"

"That, m'lady is a secret you'd have to die for."

Then the two started with the flirting. Typical Jason. He was not quite bad looking. In fact, he did have a number of admirers. His spiky dark brown hair with red highlights seemed to draw ladies. He had charming brown eyes and quite a nice body figure. And his height just about reached five feet eight inches. Not bad for someone who used to be a skinny kid.

"So what d'ya think Professor Binn's gonna bore us to death with this year?" Eric asked.

"Probably the eighteenth century revolution of how wizards discovered..." Ryan began.

"Wait - do we have History first?" Chloe interrupted.

"Yeah, then double Potions, break, Transfiguration and lastly double Charms."

"Shit! I must've checked my schedule wrong. I gotta go grab my books, catch you guys later." She stood up and started to jog towards her dormitory.

"And save me a seat!" she managed to call back.

Chloe was running up her fifth flight of stairs before she tripped over something invisible. No doubt she had fallen stupidly into a Trip Jinx.

As she fell forwards, she stuck out her arms to prevent more pain. But friction took some time to slow her movements, so she had skidded a good two meters on the cement floor, grazing both elbows and her left cheek.

Out of nowhere, she heard an unmistakable chuckle.

"I thought you were smarter than that," Malfoy said as he stepped forwards.

"Well look who's talking. At least I don't smell like shit and have neon hair," she spat as she slowly got up.

He narrowed his eyes at her.

"I'll take that as you admitting that it was all your doing. And so, Professor Snape [A/N: yes he's still alive, not to mention old] has given me permission to set you and your boyfriends detention for the rest of the term." He had a victorious smirk glued to his lips. "Starts tonight at eight. Be there or I'll double it and make it two term's worth."

Satisfied with his words, he walked off.