Complicated
By Cantrel

Chapter Two: It's Just Hormones!

I can hear the muffled "tick, tick, tick...." of the clock, and the almost silent scratching of many quills across parchment. The sounds, combined with the disgusting and just flat out wrong thoughts that are running through my head, are enough to drive me mad.

But I can't go mad, not in the middle of charms class.

People think I'm mad as it is. Would it really be wise to add fuel to their over active, imaginative thoughts? No, I think not.

I mean, yes, of course it's been proven that I was telling the truth about Voldermort, but what of it? That still doesnt stop any nasty little rumors they come up with about me. They still think I'm mad, for various reasons, and if they knew what was going through my mind at the moment, they'd want to check me into St. Mungo's.....

Honestly, if anyone's mad, it's them, considering all the nasty stuff they can come up with.

I let out a trapped sigh, causing Hermione's eyes to snap up from her paper, and narrow on me in a nasty, annoyed-as-hell glare. I flash a semi-apologetic grin at her, then her eyes snap over to her watch. They widen in alarm, then she goes back to scratching madly at her paper.

I roll my eyes, half disgusted and half amused. Honestly, she's got a half an hour left and she's already a half a foot over what she was supposed to do.

Damn know-it-all perfectionist.

After a few moments of trying to come up with a really snide comment to hit her with after class, my thought's sink back into a Malfoy filled fantasy.

In it I have Malfoy lieing back on a desk, moaning my name as my hands and mouth travel over his almost translucent skin. I can feel his every well toned muscle moving against my......

"What the hell are you doing?" The rational side of me screams out suddenly. I resist a moan at the end of the fantasy....always ends at the good part....

"Oh, isn't it obvious?" My other side purr's back, giggling slightly.

And thus begins the long argument between the two of them.

And that, you see, is the reason I'm about to go mad. Simply raving....

I look at my watch. Another twenty minuets of class. I let out a curse underneath my breath, earning a well aimed kick in the shin from Hermione.

I glare stuffily at her, then try to go back to my essay.

I let out an odd squelching noise as I lean back against the end of my bed. I bring my knees up to my chest, incircling them with my arms, glaring nastily at my reflection in the mirror that sits across from me.

I put my aching, confused head into my hands. All morning his annoyingly perfect image, with those annoyingly stunning green eyes have been running through my head. Fantasy after ever so wrong fantasy has been taking hold of me today, and I honestly don't know why.

Wait, that's a lie.

I've known for a while now that I'm a bit....er...well....queer. But honestly! It's Potter for the Godesses sake! Scrawny, geeky, Potter....

"But he's no longer scrawny," A voice I know all to well purrs from the back of my mind. "Nor is he geeky. As a matter of fact, he's a rather delicious looking peice of...."

"NO!" I shout. I promptly bang my head into the wooden end of my bed.

"It's only hormones." I whisper. "I'm being a normal, hormonal teenager."

"Sure!" The voice purrs back, laughing. "Just keep telling yourself that."

I moan, hiding my face in my hands.

'It's just hormones, it's just hormones, it's just hormones....."

TBC