Author's Note: Hey everyone! I got this idea when I was over at my friend's
house and I was reading some of her really hilarious (and strange) Harry
Potter stories. Oh my gosh, this girl (actually four girls) think Harry
Potter is evil! How stupid is that?! Lol. This is for you Leah! Lol.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (at the moment) cos J.K. Rowling does. She also owns the characters (really) except the ones that I make up. Um... let the story begin!
The Life of Lhia Watson~ Chapter One: Who "Him" is.
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Lhia Watson was a Slytherin Sixth Year girl from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was a pure-blooded witch—but didn't really care. What she really cared about was someone who probably didn't care about her. In many ways, she was like her enemy, Pansy Parkinson. Pansy—who is in Lhia's year—is crazy about Draco Malfoy, who is cool but not as cool as a certain boy in a different house. Ah, if only she knew that he liked her for sure, but she wasn't for sure...
Lhia was sitting in the Slytherin common room on the couch by the crackling fire—it was slowly dying out, but she didn't care. As cold as it always was in the Slytherin dungeons, Lhia was burning up. You see, Lhia was not doing her homework—like she should be—but devising a plan to get this certain boy in a different house. So many of her previous plans had failed, but not this one, it would work for sure. She'd get him. She'd get Harry Potter.
Lhia loved Harry Potter from Gryffindor—who was in her year. She practically worshipped the ground he walked on—and he walked on a lot. For a Slytherin, she praised him. During Quidditch matches, she could be heard over every single Slytherin, cheering for her one true love, Harry Potter. She didn't care if she was the only one in the crowd screaming for him, she didn't care what anyone else but Harry Potter thought about her love for him. Well, maybe she didn't love him, but it was a very strong liking then. Some people called her crazy, and maybe she was, but so what. If this was crazy, she liked it. Therefore, a lot of the Slytherins—and people from other houses who disliked Harry Potter—gave her the nickname "Cra-Z". And you know it wasn't that bad. It was actually pretty cool, considering the nickname they'd given Luna Lovegood from Ravenclaw—a year below her. Her nickname was "Looney Lovegood". She almost pitied her, but I said almost.
Lhia "Cra-Z" Watson yawned, stretched in her seat, and stood up. She checked her watch and sighed. She counted down to one from three and suddenly, Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe—Draco Malfoy's muscled cronies—came barreling out of their dormitory like monsters. It was breakfast time now. Lhia collapsed back in her seat as Draco came skidding out of his dormitory sleepily.
"Okay, no slobbering this time, you two," Draco murmured sleepily to the over-sized eating machine boys. And they clambered out of the Slytherin common room. Lhia sighed, stood up, and walked out after them. She didn't let them see her and then sat at the other end of the Slytherin table away from them. The Great Hall was rather empty—as usual at this time of hour—and quiet except the loud grunts and munches of Crabbe and Goyle—too disgusting.
Then, Harry Potter walked in. Lhia threw apple juice down her throat to stop herself from shrieking happily. Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were both flanking his sides. Hermione Granger—too smart, too Mudblood—was again complimenting Harry on how wonderful and gracious he was and Harry was basking in his glory. Ron Weasley was muttering something and sat down. Lhia scowled angrily. If there was one person she disliked more than Pansy Parkinson; it was Hermione Granger.
Granger was always tailing Harry, being his best friend/almost girlfriend, and was always complimenting Harry, taking him away from Lhia. Granger did it on purpose. She was so smart that she was able to find out that she liked Harry. So, being the nasty git she is, she started courting Harry to get him to like her. Lhia shook her head disgustedly and grinded her teeth madly. She grinded them so hard, her piece of bacon turned into bacon bits. Weasley wasn't that bad. In fact, Lhia had been surprised to see him with Harry and Granger, since Granger had dumped him (oh no!). Harry had taken no effect to the break-up. Lhia—however—was angry. Because now Granger was free of a boyfriend, and Weasley had been a nice boy, considering his temper was just as flaming hot as his red hair.
Lilanna Snap, a Slytherin Sixth Year girl, sat grudgingly across from Lhia, who muttered some nasty words about Lilanna—who she hated just as much as she hated Granger—as her friend walked over and sat down next to Lilanna. Marissa Rivers, a Slytherin Sixth Year girl and Lhia and Lilanna's friend, scooted closer to Lilanna.
"Who are you staring at, Lhia?" Marissa asked tiredly.
"Harry Potter, of course, Marissa," Lilanna sighed thickly. She disliked Harry Potter, the stupid prat. "Who else would she be staring at? Would she be staring at Longbottom? The girl's obsessed with him." They chuckled.
"Shut up!" Lhia defended angrily. "I'm not obsessed with him. Like you're not obsessed with Kent Jackson!" Lilanna shook her slightly greasy (okay, really greasy) black hair out of her eyes (some figure that she might be related to Snape!). She rolled her brown eyes.
"So what if I am?" Lilanna sighed. "At least he's in Slytherin, pure- blooded, rich, and of course hott! Not like that Potter boy." Lhia almost threw her fork at her.
"Harry could've been in Slytherin, he's a half-breed, rich, and he's sizzling hott!" Lhia shouted spitefully. "Besides, Harry is a lot better of a Seeker than Kent is." Marissa laughed when Lilanna went red.
"No way; you're crazy!" Lilanna yelled.
"That's my name, don't wear it out," Lhia said quickly. Lilanna went red, puffed up indignantly, stuffed a biscuit in her mouth, and walked over to Kent.
"I'm going with her on this one," Marissa sighed, and she too walked away.
"Okay, I don't need any of you!" Lhia screamed at her supposedly friend and that terrible stupid girl. She ate in silence, every now and then looking over to glare at them. She scowled at them silently. She was not alone for long though. Her other friend, Krista Felton, sat over beside her.
"So, what's on Harry Potter's schedule today?" Krista giggled, putting some eggs on her empty plate. Lhia thought for a second. Then she remembered. She'd memorized his daily schedule before making her plan.
"Well, he's got Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Tonks and Slytherins—us, yay—after breakfast, then Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall and Ravenclaws," Lhia answered quickly, word-by-word, "lunch of course at the Gryffindor table with Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, then off to double Potions with Professor Snape and Slytherins—again—and then back to the Gryffindor common room, and Quidditch practice at four o'clock!" She nodded her head happily and took another swig of apple juice.
Krista, her eyes wide when she'd heard it all, nodded her head. "Whoa, I didn't really expect an answer, but... okay, I'll take it," Krista sighed, shrugging her shoulders. She stuffed some scrambled eggs in her mouth. She swallowed. "No offense or anythin', but I take my pleasure in lookin' in on one of his friends. But if hearin' Harry Potter's schedule means hearin' his schedule, I'm down with that." Lhia rolled her eyes, but grinned. That was one less person liking Harry. She could have him. So, she didn't mind if Krista had her sights set on Weasley, because that meant she could have Harry all to herself.
"So, what's our second class again?" Lhia questioned thoughtfully, watching Harry sip his milk. "I've memorized Harry's schedule so much, I keep forgetting mine." Krista chortled while drinking her orange juice and choked. She sat it down, chortling still.
"Well, I'm thinkin' that I have Ancient Runes with Professor Bill Weasley," Krista replied, and she grinned, "and the Hufflepuffs and you have Muggle Studies with the Ravenclaws and I forgot the professor." She giggled.
"Do you actually like Muggle Studies?" Krista then asked. Lhia sighed.
"Not really, but it's an easy O," Lhia sighed serenely. "I mean, really easy. 'Why do most Muggles not attend a boarding school such as Hogwarts is, but instead attend a seven hour five day a week school?' I think it's stupid, but it's easy. And as my father tells me all the time, it's nice to know how the enemy acts so you're one up on them." Krista raised an eyebrow, thought about what she was about to say, and grinned.
"They still have hope for you?" Krista asked jokingly. "I mean, with you likin' the Boy Who Won't Die and all." She chortled. "Just kiddin', okay!" she added when Lhia looked daggers at her. She grinned jokingly.
"Yeah, they seem to over look the fact that I like him..." Lhia trailed off sadly. She slumped in her seat. "He's not that bad; I don't see why everyone in Slytherin hates him so much."
"I didn't say I hate 'im," Krista noted, pointing her fork that had pierced a sausage link in the air at Lhia. "I'm just sayin' that I don't like 'im like you do. If 'e hangs out with Weasley, 'e's cool with me; just not totally iced with me." Lhia rolled her eyes. Krista talked strangely, but it was funny.
"Lilanna makes fun of me for liking him," Lhia muttered. Krista swallowed her sausage link and pierced her other sausage with her fork in a fit. She scowled angrily.
"Yeah, well, she can jump off a cliff for all I care, the narking prat," Krista growled spitefully. "Who cares what Miss Lilanna "Narking Kent Jackson Obsessive" Snap thinks? I swear, she's related to Snape. I know it. They're both sour. 'Ey, if they're not related, they should do lunch or somethin', and run away to get married and make our Seventh Year a better place. Better yet, why doesn't You-Know-Who just show up on her door step and blow her to smithereens. Then again, 'e's not kind enough to do that for us all." Lhia laughed loudly.
Lhia watched Harry Potter get up with Hermione Granger at his side. Ron Weasley was slumping in his seat at the Gryffindor table. Granger was still complimenting a very smug looking Harry. Lhia gnarled her teeth madly.
"Come on, let's get to Defense Against the Dark Arts," Lhia said firmly, standing up quickly and snatching her backpack. Krista threw the gum back in Lhia's backpack and chewed on the piece. She glared at Hermione angrily and stood up.
"Well... I don't want to leave Weasley so alone, but okay," Krista sighed, picking her backpack up slowly. Then, she looked brighter. "'Ey, maybe I can 'ex Granger in the back before Professor Tonks gets into the classroom! I mean, I'm glad she's not with Weasley anymore, but the way she dumped 'im—! She's gonna pay."
"You're going to have a lot of enemies in this school, you know that, Krista?" Lhia chuckled. "Are you planning to hex everyone who makes fun of Weasley, me, and you? What next? Are you going to fight the whole school?" Krista grinned slyly and sighed dramatically.
"Ev'ryone knows that I could take on the entire school," Krista sighed thoughtfully, "but I'm too nice to do that. The nicest thing I'll probably do is to do a real Muggle magic trick at the end of the year—or in a few days—and make Snap disappear." Lhia chuckled. Krista sighed at the thought. "Or, I could saw her in 'alf—for real." Lhia laughed even louder.
"Come on, I want to get a seat close to Harry!" Lhia exclaimed. Krista rolled her green eyes, but followed her anyway. She pushed her strawberry blond hair out of her eyes and shook her head and Lhia started to jog. "Hurry it up, Krista!" Krista ran in a jog to catch up.
~*~(In the D.A.D.A. Classroom.)~*~
Lhia had gotten her and Krista a table next to Harry and Granger's table. Slamming her books down on the table, she glared at Granger giggling loudly at one of Harry's great (dumb) jokes. I mean, they were good (dumb) jokes, but it was funny because they're really okay (dumb) jokes. He tells them so cutely. Lhia felt like throwing her book at Granger and knocking her out. And she almost did hit her.
"Oh, Harry, you're the funniest boy in the entire world!" Hermione giggled girlishly. "You're so cute when you're funny!" Lhia growled madly and threw her book at Hermione, but at that exact moment, Pansy Parkinson walked between Lhia and Granger and got hit with Lhia's book instead of Granger. She squealed painfully and fell to the floor, knocked out.
Well, at least that took care of Parkinson for now, Lhia thought optimistically, looking down at Parkinson's still body on the ground at her feet.
"Oh my gosh, get that pug-faced Slytherin git away from me!" Hermione squeaked, terrified, and took an awkward step back and fell backwards over her chair. While Lhia turned red and sat in her seat, Krista howled with laughter and almost fell out of her chair. Harry bent down and helped her up—while no one helped Pansy Parkinson.
"Hey, look what you did!" Harry shouted accusingly at Lhia, helping Hermione up. He'd seen it all. "Whatever your name is, you're so stupid! You made Hermione trip! You're so stupid!" Lhia was fighting back the tears and sniffed. The boy she loved just called her stupid. Her heart was tearing apart. Krista jolted out of her seat and pointed a finger at Harry.
"Yo, just shut your loud pie hole for once, Potter!" Krista shouted. "I really don't wanna have to 'ex ya too! I already have a large list of peeps! Listen; if you call Lhia stupid one more time, you're gonna be in one heavy shower of 'exes from this wand. I have a very short temper and if you pull the trigger by makin' fun of my friend one more time, you'll pay severely!"
Harry puffed up and looked very smug. "Ha, I'm not afraid of a silly threat," he told her indignantly, his chin held up high. "I'm the famous Harry Potter a.k.a. The Boy Who Lived. I've heard of you. You're Krista Felton. I hear you've got a big mouth, but don't say what you do. You can't be as bad as Voldemort." Unlike everyone around him who heard went white and flinched at the name, Krista glared at him with a stony express and she pulled her wand out of her pocket and brandished it.
"Yeah? If you keep up the act you're playin', you'll soon be The Boy Who's Dead Meat! I mean it! I'll wipe the smug expression right off of your face if I have to! You won't be recognizable!" Krista snarled furiously. "You 'ear that I'm all talk and no walk? Ha, if you believe that, you've really got it comin' then. Ask Roger Davies, Marcus Flint, Cho Chang, and some other people 'bout me and they'll freak out! You think I'm not as bad as big guy Voldie? Let's figure out, shall we? I'll take ya on right here—right now! After all, we are in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and since you think that all Slytherins will become Dark Wizards when they leave Hogwarts—if you don't think they are ones now—it'll be perfect!"
"Alright, let's get it on!" Harry shouted, trying to find his wand. Lhia tugged on Krista's black Slytherin robes.
"No, I want to get it on with Harry; not you!" Lhia muttered quickly. Krista rolled her eyes and cringed. She groaned.
"Ew, that's not what 'e meant, Lhia," Krista murmured sickly. "He means to start duelin'. That's sick'ning, Lhia. You tryin' to make me puke before we duel?"
"You're dueling him?" Lhia mumbled furiously. "No, don't, please, Krista! You'll hurt him!" Krista rolled her eyes and sighed, aggravated.
"I can't back down now or he'll think that I only talk the talk and don't walk the walk," Krista replied agitatedly. "And I can talk the talk and walk the walk! It ain't happenin', Lhia!"
"But Krista...!" Lhia looked around the room and saw Weasley walk in and sat down in a seat behind Harry and Granger. He looked at Harry—who was still trying to find his wand—and then to Krista—who had her wand pointed at Harry. "I'll tell Weasley that you like him!"
"Okay, I'll have to tell 'im sooner or later," Krista sighed. "Thanks for doin' the job for me." Lhia bounced on her feet. She looked around and saw Draco staring at Krista, rather dreamily. An idea popped in Lhia's mind.
"Draco likes you!" Lhia mumbled.
"Oooh, I'm so happy," Krista muttered, rolling her eyes. "And I should care, why...? I don't like 'im; 'e'll get over it with 'is obsessive fan girl, Marissa."
"I'll tell him that you like him!" Lhia replied quickly. "He'll ask you out!"
"And I'll politely say that I'm not looking for a boyfriend," Krista said nonchalantly. Lhia opened her mouth, but Krista seemed to read her mind. "Or I could just tell 'im that I'm sorry, but I don't like 'im. I do have a heart. I'm not going to flat out say that I don't like 'im like the way Granger thinks dumping and sayin' no is supposed to be." Lhia then grinned at her new idea.
"I'll tell Weasley that you hate him," Lhia whispered slyly. Krista let out a gasp and spun around. She stared at Lhia with her eyes practically popping out.
"You wouldn't!" Krista gasped softly. But the look on Lhia's face determined that answer quickly. "You would! Well, I should know that. You are in Slytherin. Fine, Potter lives to be another day older, but if 'e says one more thing, I don't care if you tell Weasley anythin'—'e's going down. I'll just fall out of this for ya, but if 'e says anythin'—anythin' at all—'e's getting a little shock." Lhia smiled brightly and nodded her head. Harry finally found his wand and pointed it at Krista.
"Let's get this over with quickly so I can win, and Hermione can compliment me," Harry said rather smugly. Lhia scowled at Granger.
"Ah... I've decided to let ya live for another day," Krista sighed, in the same manor as Malfoy, "but let me tell ya one thing: if you say anythin', you're not gonna see the sun any time soon." She glared at him with a glare she'd perfected over the years.
"I knew you'd back out," Harry sighed, rather too happy that the duel wasn't going to happen. "I knew you wouldn't be able to take on me so you were afraid. It's okay, everyone is. You can be afraid—because you are. Slytherins are always cowards." He went to sit down, but the damage had already been done. He'd pulled the trigger on the gun pointing at him.
"Electro!" Krista yelled spitefully, pointing her wand at Harry (that's not a real hex! It's my own creation.) A flash of light and a streak shot across the walk way and zapped Harry. It was so hard that he flew out of his chair.
"Krista!" Lhia moaned angrily. Krista grinned with satisfaction and sat back down.
"'E deserved it, and don't worry, Lhia, it didn't hurt 'im... that much," Krista chortled. Lhia looked daggers at Krista. She lifted her hands up in surrender. "Just kiddin'; it didn't hurt 'im at all. It just... shocked 'im a little." She grinned. When Harry got up, his glasses were broke and his face was charcoal black. All of the Slytherins—except Lhia and Krista—were laughing and pointing at him.
"Hey, Potter, now your face matches your hair!" Malfoy laughed. "Hey, look at it this way, Potter. You'll never get sunburned again. Good one, Krista!"
"Thanks, Draco, but 'e pulled the trigger," Krista replied, still grinning. Then, she added to Lhia who was looking worried, "Don't worry; if I was meanin' to cause 'im some hurt, 'e'd be moanin' and groanin' and cryin' cos 'e was in a load of humiliatin' pain." Lhia finally smiled, but stomped her feet madly when Granger fixed him all up cooing him.
"Want me to 'ex her?" Krista whispered. Lhia was about to say yes when Professor Tonks walked in, tripping clumsily over a misplaced book on the floor. She scolded the student and walked to the front. Lhia shook her head. Krista sighed dismally; she'd wanted to do it badly.
Lhia had—yet again—failed to capture Harry's eyes during D.A.D.A. because Granger had been all over him. And to think, she'd done everything flawlessly for him to see and be amazed. She'd done just as well as Granger.
Five minute before the class ended, Krista "accidentally" hit Granger in the bottom with a flame spell, causing her robes to catch on fire in the area. Professor Tonks said that she'd done it on purpose and had taken five points away from Slytherin.
"I don't know why you're trippin' so much over about an accident!" Krista complained, her hands on her hips. Professor Tonks took this as an insult.
"I am not tripping, Miss Felton!" the professor yelled madly. "Five more points from Slytherin for insulting a professor!" Krista's eyes about popped out.
"Ah! I wasn't insultin' you!" Krista shouted. "If I wanted to insult ya, I'd say you were a trip-up professor or somethin'!"
"Five more points, Miss Felton, and stay after class so we can fix up your detention..." Professor Tonks said loudly, "... with Professor Snape." Krista clenched her fists together.
"Great, I'm gonna have one darn dandy time with Snape tonight!" Krista shrieked sarcastically, her hands in the air. "Wait, can you make it all night? I'm sure we'll have plenty to do: givin' T's to people, listin' the people we hate, cleanin' up the rat spleens, and—wait—I'll try to make 'im tell me who 'e likes. Fun, fun! 'Ey, maybe 'e likes you."
"Don't patronize me!" Professor Tonks yelled.
"I'm not!" Krista screamed. "Argh! Ooh, ya know, I think Snape might have a thing for ya, Professor. 'Ey, you know, this is gonna be fun cos I just love Snape. Maybe I can sit on 'is lap or somethin'!" She collapsed in her seat and pouted very hatefully. She held grudges—a lot too.
"Are you finished, Miss Felton?" Professor Tonks asked quietly. "I hope you got all that screaming out of your system. I don't think Professor Weasley likes whining pupils." Krista snorted. Lhia glanced at Krista warningly.
"I'm finished at least with you," Krista muttered spitefully. "I don't yell at Professor Weasley; 'e at least can understand me. Professor Snape... I'm not invitin' you to my funeral. 'E 'as it in for me—I know it." She took a breath and sighed deeply.
"I'm sorry, Professor," she sighed, calming down quickly. "I just 'aven't had a good day today—at all."
"Well, I'm sorry, but I'm not taking your detention away," Professor Tonks replied.
"I didn't think you would, so I didn't ask," Krista sighed. Lhia shook her head. Harry was staring. Granger's bottom was still smoking. She was singed. Lhia giggled quietly.
The bell rang and she said good-bye to Krista. She went to Muggle Studies. Harry Potter wouldn't be there and she hated that. Krista had Ancient Runes with Lilanna. She couldn't wait to hear what Krista was going to do to her. She was going to sit with Marissa—if possible. She did, but they didn't talk much. Marissa was busy doodling while Lhia was busy doing her homework in class so she wouldn't have to do it in the common room. She finished it quickly.
Lhia started to dream about the future. She loved Harry Potter, but he was either falling for Hermione Granger or for himself like Lockhart had. Harry Potter just didn't like her, but she'd make him see; she'd make him learn to love her. She'd boot Granger out of the picture. It would be even better if Harry and Weasley started to hang out together. Krista could get Weasley and she could get Harry and they could go on double dates in Hogsmeade! She loved the idea and she would tell Krista soon. Krista said that she was going to tell Weasley her feelings, but could she do that with Harry? Not so easily, no. She'd first have to get him to like her. It was going to be really tough, but she felt that she could do it.
Lhia was going to make Harry Potter love her, no matter what it took. She was in Slytherin, after all, and Slytherins do whatever it takes to win. And Lhia Nicole Watson was planning on winning Harry James Potter's heart.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (at the moment) cos J.K. Rowling does. She also owns the characters (really) except the ones that I make up. Um... let the story begin!
The Life of Lhia Watson~ Chapter One: Who "Him" is.
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Lhia Watson was a Slytherin Sixth Year girl from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was a pure-blooded witch—but didn't really care. What she really cared about was someone who probably didn't care about her. In many ways, she was like her enemy, Pansy Parkinson. Pansy—who is in Lhia's year—is crazy about Draco Malfoy, who is cool but not as cool as a certain boy in a different house. Ah, if only she knew that he liked her for sure, but she wasn't for sure...
Lhia was sitting in the Slytherin common room on the couch by the crackling fire—it was slowly dying out, but she didn't care. As cold as it always was in the Slytherin dungeons, Lhia was burning up. You see, Lhia was not doing her homework—like she should be—but devising a plan to get this certain boy in a different house. So many of her previous plans had failed, but not this one, it would work for sure. She'd get him. She'd get Harry Potter.
Lhia loved Harry Potter from Gryffindor—who was in her year. She practically worshipped the ground he walked on—and he walked on a lot. For a Slytherin, she praised him. During Quidditch matches, she could be heard over every single Slytherin, cheering for her one true love, Harry Potter. She didn't care if she was the only one in the crowd screaming for him, she didn't care what anyone else but Harry Potter thought about her love for him. Well, maybe she didn't love him, but it was a very strong liking then. Some people called her crazy, and maybe she was, but so what. If this was crazy, she liked it. Therefore, a lot of the Slytherins—and people from other houses who disliked Harry Potter—gave her the nickname "Cra-Z". And you know it wasn't that bad. It was actually pretty cool, considering the nickname they'd given Luna Lovegood from Ravenclaw—a year below her. Her nickname was "Looney Lovegood". She almost pitied her, but I said almost.
Lhia "Cra-Z" Watson yawned, stretched in her seat, and stood up. She checked her watch and sighed. She counted down to one from three and suddenly, Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe—Draco Malfoy's muscled cronies—came barreling out of their dormitory like monsters. It was breakfast time now. Lhia collapsed back in her seat as Draco came skidding out of his dormitory sleepily.
"Okay, no slobbering this time, you two," Draco murmured sleepily to the over-sized eating machine boys. And they clambered out of the Slytherin common room. Lhia sighed, stood up, and walked out after them. She didn't let them see her and then sat at the other end of the Slytherin table away from them. The Great Hall was rather empty—as usual at this time of hour—and quiet except the loud grunts and munches of Crabbe and Goyle—too disgusting.
Then, Harry Potter walked in. Lhia threw apple juice down her throat to stop herself from shrieking happily. Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were both flanking his sides. Hermione Granger—too smart, too Mudblood—was again complimenting Harry on how wonderful and gracious he was and Harry was basking in his glory. Ron Weasley was muttering something and sat down. Lhia scowled angrily. If there was one person she disliked more than Pansy Parkinson; it was Hermione Granger.
Granger was always tailing Harry, being his best friend/almost girlfriend, and was always complimenting Harry, taking him away from Lhia. Granger did it on purpose. She was so smart that she was able to find out that she liked Harry. So, being the nasty git she is, she started courting Harry to get him to like her. Lhia shook her head disgustedly and grinded her teeth madly. She grinded them so hard, her piece of bacon turned into bacon bits. Weasley wasn't that bad. In fact, Lhia had been surprised to see him with Harry and Granger, since Granger had dumped him (oh no!). Harry had taken no effect to the break-up. Lhia—however—was angry. Because now Granger was free of a boyfriend, and Weasley had been a nice boy, considering his temper was just as flaming hot as his red hair.
Lilanna Snap, a Slytherin Sixth Year girl, sat grudgingly across from Lhia, who muttered some nasty words about Lilanna—who she hated just as much as she hated Granger—as her friend walked over and sat down next to Lilanna. Marissa Rivers, a Slytherin Sixth Year girl and Lhia and Lilanna's friend, scooted closer to Lilanna.
"Who are you staring at, Lhia?" Marissa asked tiredly.
"Harry Potter, of course, Marissa," Lilanna sighed thickly. She disliked Harry Potter, the stupid prat. "Who else would she be staring at? Would she be staring at Longbottom? The girl's obsessed with him." They chuckled.
"Shut up!" Lhia defended angrily. "I'm not obsessed with him. Like you're not obsessed with Kent Jackson!" Lilanna shook her slightly greasy (okay, really greasy) black hair out of her eyes (some figure that she might be related to Snape!). She rolled her brown eyes.
"So what if I am?" Lilanna sighed. "At least he's in Slytherin, pure- blooded, rich, and of course hott! Not like that Potter boy." Lhia almost threw her fork at her.
"Harry could've been in Slytherin, he's a half-breed, rich, and he's sizzling hott!" Lhia shouted spitefully. "Besides, Harry is a lot better of a Seeker than Kent is." Marissa laughed when Lilanna went red.
"No way; you're crazy!" Lilanna yelled.
"That's my name, don't wear it out," Lhia said quickly. Lilanna went red, puffed up indignantly, stuffed a biscuit in her mouth, and walked over to Kent.
"I'm going with her on this one," Marissa sighed, and she too walked away.
"Okay, I don't need any of you!" Lhia screamed at her supposedly friend and that terrible stupid girl. She ate in silence, every now and then looking over to glare at them. She scowled at them silently. She was not alone for long though. Her other friend, Krista Felton, sat over beside her.
"So, what's on Harry Potter's schedule today?" Krista giggled, putting some eggs on her empty plate. Lhia thought for a second. Then she remembered. She'd memorized his daily schedule before making her plan.
"Well, he's got Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Tonks and Slytherins—us, yay—after breakfast, then Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall and Ravenclaws," Lhia answered quickly, word-by-word, "lunch of course at the Gryffindor table with Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, then off to double Potions with Professor Snape and Slytherins—again—and then back to the Gryffindor common room, and Quidditch practice at four o'clock!" She nodded her head happily and took another swig of apple juice.
Krista, her eyes wide when she'd heard it all, nodded her head. "Whoa, I didn't really expect an answer, but... okay, I'll take it," Krista sighed, shrugging her shoulders. She stuffed some scrambled eggs in her mouth. She swallowed. "No offense or anythin', but I take my pleasure in lookin' in on one of his friends. But if hearin' Harry Potter's schedule means hearin' his schedule, I'm down with that." Lhia rolled her eyes, but grinned. That was one less person liking Harry. She could have him. So, she didn't mind if Krista had her sights set on Weasley, because that meant she could have Harry all to herself.
"So, what's our second class again?" Lhia questioned thoughtfully, watching Harry sip his milk. "I've memorized Harry's schedule so much, I keep forgetting mine." Krista chortled while drinking her orange juice and choked. She sat it down, chortling still.
"Well, I'm thinkin' that I have Ancient Runes with Professor Bill Weasley," Krista replied, and she grinned, "and the Hufflepuffs and you have Muggle Studies with the Ravenclaws and I forgot the professor." She giggled.
"Do you actually like Muggle Studies?" Krista then asked. Lhia sighed.
"Not really, but it's an easy O," Lhia sighed serenely. "I mean, really easy. 'Why do most Muggles not attend a boarding school such as Hogwarts is, but instead attend a seven hour five day a week school?' I think it's stupid, but it's easy. And as my father tells me all the time, it's nice to know how the enemy acts so you're one up on them." Krista raised an eyebrow, thought about what she was about to say, and grinned.
"They still have hope for you?" Krista asked jokingly. "I mean, with you likin' the Boy Who Won't Die and all." She chortled. "Just kiddin', okay!" she added when Lhia looked daggers at her. She grinned jokingly.
"Yeah, they seem to over look the fact that I like him..." Lhia trailed off sadly. She slumped in her seat. "He's not that bad; I don't see why everyone in Slytherin hates him so much."
"I didn't say I hate 'im," Krista noted, pointing her fork that had pierced a sausage link in the air at Lhia. "I'm just sayin' that I don't like 'im like you do. If 'e hangs out with Weasley, 'e's cool with me; just not totally iced with me." Lhia rolled her eyes. Krista talked strangely, but it was funny.
"Lilanna makes fun of me for liking him," Lhia muttered. Krista swallowed her sausage link and pierced her other sausage with her fork in a fit. She scowled angrily.
"Yeah, well, she can jump off a cliff for all I care, the narking prat," Krista growled spitefully. "Who cares what Miss Lilanna "Narking Kent Jackson Obsessive" Snap thinks? I swear, she's related to Snape. I know it. They're both sour. 'Ey, if they're not related, they should do lunch or somethin', and run away to get married and make our Seventh Year a better place. Better yet, why doesn't You-Know-Who just show up on her door step and blow her to smithereens. Then again, 'e's not kind enough to do that for us all." Lhia laughed loudly.
Lhia watched Harry Potter get up with Hermione Granger at his side. Ron Weasley was slumping in his seat at the Gryffindor table. Granger was still complimenting a very smug looking Harry. Lhia gnarled her teeth madly.
"Come on, let's get to Defense Against the Dark Arts," Lhia said firmly, standing up quickly and snatching her backpack. Krista threw the gum back in Lhia's backpack and chewed on the piece. She glared at Hermione angrily and stood up.
"Well... I don't want to leave Weasley so alone, but okay," Krista sighed, picking her backpack up slowly. Then, she looked brighter. "'Ey, maybe I can 'ex Granger in the back before Professor Tonks gets into the classroom! I mean, I'm glad she's not with Weasley anymore, but the way she dumped 'im—! She's gonna pay."
"You're going to have a lot of enemies in this school, you know that, Krista?" Lhia chuckled. "Are you planning to hex everyone who makes fun of Weasley, me, and you? What next? Are you going to fight the whole school?" Krista grinned slyly and sighed dramatically.
"Ev'ryone knows that I could take on the entire school," Krista sighed thoughtfully, "but I'm too nice to do that. The nicest thing I'll probably do is to do a real Muggle magic trick at the end of the year—or in a few days—and make Snap disappear." Lhia chuckled. Krista sighed at the thought. "Or, I could saw her in 'alf—for real." Lhia laughed even louder.
"Come on, I want to get a seat close to Harry!" Lhia exclaimed. Krista rolled her green eyes, but followed her anyway. She pushed her strawberry blond hair out of her eyes and shook her head and Lhia started to jog. "Hurry it up, Krista!" Krista ran in a jog to catch up.
~*~(In the D.A.D.A. Classroom.)~*~
Lhia had gotten her and Krista a table next to Harry and Granger's table. Slamming her books down on the table, she glared at Granger giggling loudly at one of Harry's great (dumb) jokes. I mean, they were good (dumb) jokes, but it was funny because they're really okay (dumb) jokes. He tells them so cutely. Lhia felt like throwing her book at Granger and knocking her out. And she almost did hit her.
"Oh, Harry, you're the funniest boy in the entire world!" Hermione giggled girlishly. "You're so cute when you're funny!" Lhia growled madly and threw her book at Hermione, but at that exact moment, Pansy Parkinson walked between Lhia and Granger and got hit with Lhia's book instead of Granger. She squealed painfully and fell to the floor, knocked out.
Well, at least that took care of Parkinson for now, Lhia thought optimistically, looking down at Parkinson's still body on the ground at her feet.
"Oh my gosh, get that pug-faced Slytherin git away from me!" Hermione squeaked, terrified, and took an awkward step back and fell backwards over her chair. While Lhia turned red and sat in her seat, Krista howled with laughter and almost fell out of her chair. Harry bent down and helped her up—while no one helped Pansy Parkinson.
"Hey, look what you did!" Harry shouted accusingly at Lhia, helping Hermione up. He'd seen it all. "Whatever your name is, you're so stupid! You made Hermione trip! You're so stupid!" Lhia was fighting back the tears and sniffed. The boy she loved just called her stupid. Her heart was tearing apart. Krista jolted out of her seat and pointed a finger at Harry.
"Yo, just shut your loud pie hole for once, Potter!" Krista shouted. "I really don't wanna have to 'ex ya too! I already have a large list of peeps! Listen; if you call Lhia stupid one more time, you're gonna be in one heavy shower of 'exes from this wand. I have a very short temper and if you pull the trigger by makin' fun of my friend one more time, you'll pay severely!"
Harry puffed up and looked very smug. "Ha, I'm not afraid of a silly threat," he told her indignantly, his chin held up high. "I'm the famous Harry Potter a.k.a. The Boy Who Lived. I've heard of you. You're Krista Felton. I hear you've got a big mouth, but don't say what you do. You can't be as bad as Voldemort." Unlike everyone around him who heard went white and flinched at the name, Krista glared at him with a stony express and she pulled her wand out of her pocket and brandished it.
"Yeah? If you keep up the act you're playin', you'll soon be The Boy Who's Dead Meat! I mean it! I'll wipe the smug expression right off of your face if I have to! You won't be recognizable!" Krista snarled furiously. "You 'ear that I'm all talk and no walk? Ha, if you believe that, you've really got it comin' then. Ask Roger Davies, Marcus Flint, Cho Chang, and some other people 'bout me and they'll freak out! You think I'm not as bad as big guy Voldie? Let's figure out, shall we? I'll take ya on right here—right now! After all, we are in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and since you think that all Slytherins will become Dark Wizards when they leave Hogwarts—if you don't think they are ones now—it'll be perfect!"
"Alright, let's get it on!" Harry shouted, trying to find his wand. Lhia tugged on Krista's black Slytherin robes.
"No, I want to get it on with Harry; not you!" Lhia muttered quickly. Krista rolled her eyes and cringed. She groaned.
"Ew, that's not what 'e meant, Lhia," Krista murmured sickly. "He means to start duelin'. That's sick'ning, Lhia. You tryin' to make me puke before we duel?"
"You're dueling him?" Lhia mumbled furiously. "No, don't, please, Krista! You'll hurt him!" Krista rolled her eyes and sighed, aggravated.
"I can't back down now or he'll think that I only talk the talk and don't walk the walk," Krista replied agitatedly. "And I can talk the talk and walk the walk! It ain't happenin', Lhia!"
"But Krista...!" Lhia looked around the room and saw Weasley walk in and sat down in a seat behind Harry and Granger. He looked at Harry—who was still trying to find his wand—and then to Krista—who had her wand pointed at Harry. "I'll tell Weasley that you like him!"
"Okay, I'll have to tell 'im sooner or later," Krista sighed. "Thanks for doin' the job for me." Lhia bounced on her feet. She looked around and saw Draco staring at Krista, rather dreamily. An idea popped in Lhia's mind.
"Draco likes you!" Lhia mumbled.
"Oooh, I'm so happy," Krista muttered, rolling her eyes. "And I should care, why...? I don't like 'im; 'e'll get over it with 'is obsessive fan girl, Marissa."
"I'll tell him that you like him!" Lhia replied quickly. "He'll ask you out!"
"And I'll politely say that I'm not looking for a boyfriend," Krista said nonchalantly. Lhia opened her mouth, but Krista seemed to read her mind. "Or I could just tell 'im that I'm sorry, but I don't like 'im. I do have a heart. I'm not going to flat out say that I don't like 'im like the way Granger thinks dumping and sayin' no is supposed to be." Lhia then grinned at her new idea.
"I'll tell Weasley that you hate him," Lhia whispered slyly. Krista let out a gasp and spun around. She stared at Lhia with her eyes practically popping out.
"You wouldn't!" Krista gasped softly. But the look on Lhia's face determined that answer quickly. "You would! Well, I should know that. You are in Slytherin. Fine, Potter lives to be another day older, but if 'e says one more thing, I don't care if you tell Weasley anythin'—'e's going down. I'll just fall out of this for ya, but if 'e says anythin'—anythin' at all—'e's getting a little shock." Lhia smiled brightly and nodded her head. Harry finally found his wand and pointed it at Krista.
"Let's get this over with quickly so I can win, and Hermione can compliment me," Harry said rather smugly. Lhia scowled at Granger.
"Ah... I've decided to let ya live for another day," Krista sighed, in the same manor as Malfoy, "but let me tell ya one thing: if you say anythin', you're not gonna see the sun any time soon." She glared at him with a glare she'd perfected over the years.
"I knew you'd back out," Harry sighed, rather too happy that the duel wasn't going to happen. "I knew you wouldn't be able to take on me so you were afraid. It's okay, everyone is. You can be afraid—because you are. Slytherins are always cowards." He went to sit down, but the damage had already been done. He'd pulled the trigger on the gun pointing at him.
"Electro!" Krista yelled spitefully, pointing her wand at Harry (that's not a real hex! It's my own creation.) A flash of light and a streak shot across the walk way and zapped Harry. It was so hard that he flew out of his chair.
"Krista!" Lhia moaned angrily. Krista grinned with satisfaction and sat back down.
"'E deserved it, and don't worry, Lhia, it didn't hurt 'im... that much," Krista chortled. Lhia looked daggers at Krista. She lifted her hands up in surrender. "Just kiddin'; it didn't hurt 'im at all. It just... shocked 'im a little." She grinned. When Harry got up, his glasses were broke and his face was charcoal black. All of the Slytherins—except Lhia and Krista—were laughing and pointing at him.
"Hey, Potter, now your face matches your hair!" Malfoy laughed. "Hey, look at it this way, Potter. You'll never get sunburned again. Good one, Krista!"
"Thanks, Draco, but 'e pulled the trigger," Krista replied, still grinning. Then, she added to Lhia who was looking worried, "Don't worry; if I was meanin' to cause 'im some hurt, 'e'd be moanin' and groanin' and cryin' cos 'e was in a load of humiliatin' pain." Lhia finally smiled, but stomped her feet madly when Granger fixed him all up cooing him.
"Want me to 'ex her?" Krista whispered. Lhia was about to say yes when Professor Tonks walked in, tripping clumsily over a misplaced book on the floor. She scolded the student and walked to the front. Lhia shook her head. Krista sighed dismally; she'd wanted to do it badly.
Lhia had—yet again—failed to capture Harry's eyes during D.A.D.A. because Granger had been all over him. And to think, she'd done everything flawlessly for him to see and be amazed. She'd done just as well as Granger.
Five minute before the class ended, Krista "accidentally" hit Granger in the bottom with a flame spell, causing her robes to catch on fire in the area. Professor Tonks said that she'd done it on purpose and had taken five points away from Slytherin.
"I don't know why you're trippin' so much over about an accident!" Krista complained, her hands on her hips. Professor Tonks took this as an insult.
"I am not tripping, Miss Felton!" the professor yelled madly. "Five more points from Slytherin for insulting a professor!" Krista's eyes about popped out.
"Ah! I wasn't insultin' you!" Krista shouted. "If I wanted to insult ya, I'd say you were a trip-up professor or somethin'!"
"Five more points, Miss Felton, and stay after class so we can fix up your detention..." Professor Tonks said loudly, "... with Professor Snape." Krista clenched her fists together.
"Great, I'm gonna have one darn dandy time with Snape tonight!" Krista shrieked sarcastically, her hands in the air. "Wait, can you make it all night? I'm sure we'll have plenty to do: givin' T's to people, listin' the people we hate, cleanin' up the rat spleens, and—wait—I'll try to make 'im tell me who 'e likes. Fun, fun! 'Ey, maybe 'e likes you."
"Don't patronize me!" Professor Tonks yelled.
"I'm not!" Krista screamed. "Argh! Ooh, ya know, I think Snape might have a thing for ya, Professor. 'Ey, you know, this is gonna be fun cos I just love Snape. Maybe I can sit on 'is lap or somethin'!" She collapsed in her seat and pouted very hatefully. She held grudges—a lot too.
"Are you finished, Miss Felton?" Professor Tonks asked quietly. "I hope you got all that screaming out of your system. I don't think Professor Weasley likes whining pupils." Krista snorted. Lhia glanced at Krista warningly.
"I'm finished at least with you," Krista muttered spitefully. "I don't yell at Professor Weasley; 'e at least can understand me. Professor Snape... I'm not invitin' you to my funeral. 'E 'as it in for me—I know it." She took a breath and sighed deeply.
"I'm sorry, Professor," she sighed, calming down quickly. "I just 'aven't had a good day today—at all."
"Well, I'm sorry, but I'm not taking your detention away," Professor Tonks replied.
"I didn't think you would, so I didn't ask," Krista sighed. Lhia shook her head. Harry was staring. Granger's bottom was still smoking. She was singed. Lhia giggled quietly.
The bell rang and she said good-bye to Krista. She went to Muggle Studies. Harry Potter wouldn't be there and she hated that. Krista had Ancient Runes with Lilanna. She couldn't wait to hear what Krista was going to do to her. She was going to sit with Marissa—if possible. She did, but they didn't talk much. Marissa was busy doodling while Lhia was busy doing her homework in class so she wouldn't have to do it in the common room. She finished it quickly.
Lhia started to dream about the future. She loved Harry Potter, but he was either falling for Hermione Granger or for himself like Lockhart had. Harry Potter just didn't like her, but she'd make him see; she'd make him learn to love her. She'd boot Granger out of the picture. It would be even better if Harry and Weasley started to hang out together. Krista could get Weasley and she could get Harry and they could go on double dates in Hogsmeade! She loved the idea and she would tell Krista soon. Krista said that she was going to tell Weasley her feelings, but could she do that with Harry? Not so easily, no. She'd first have to get him to like her. It was going to be really tough, but she felt that she could do it.
Lhia was going to make Harry Potter love her, no matter what it took. She was in Slytherin, after all, and Slytherins do whatever it takes to win. And Lhia Nicole Watson was planning on winning Harry James Potter's heart.