HI! sorry i like updating, I find it I don't know.... well it just
makes me happy, yes i'm weird, I'll admit it! ok well today I think
I'll have Faryn do the Disclaimer!
Disclaimer: I don't like this, Brittany is so mean to my poor little brother, Oh well, it's amusing so here I go. Brittany will never own the copyrights to the Harry Potter series she only owns the characters from this story and its plot!
Little Black Books:
When the three reached the common room Skera and Miren made their way to the dorms and Kennedy surveyed the room searching for Shane. She figured that he may very well have gone to be already, but then she spotted him in the darkest corner of the common room, sitting on the floor. As she got closer she realized he had a butterbeer in his hand and he looked awful. Her friend's clothes and hair were mussed. His collar was up around his neck, something that Shane never did. Kennedy sat down in front of him. One of his legs was up and had the hand with the butterbeer resting on it. The other leg was underneath it's twin. His head was resting it the corner and he was mumbling.
"Shane, are you alright?" Kennedy asked confiscating his butterbeer. He looked at Kenn like he didn't know her for a moment then nodded. When he finally spoke it was slurred.
"Wha you meen...? I couldn' be betta! I'm fwee o' te Wench! I coud be meana bu' I wun!" Shane spat out matter-of-factly. He nodded again as if nodding made it true.
Kennedy repeated what he had just said in her head. What do you mean? I couldn't be better! I'm free of the Wench. I could be meaner but I won't! "Shane I know you don't mean that because I know you love Elle. Why else would you get yourself drunk?"
"Wew... I dun love he' no mow. Pwus she loves The Twit now. Wha coud I do?" Shane asked leaning forward to try and take back his butterbeer. (translation from drunk Shane: Well... I don't love her no more. Plus she loves The Twit now. What could I do?) Kennedy pulled the bottle further back out of his reach and read the label.
"Oh great, so he's really drunk, he's not had-too-much-butterbeer-now-I'm- out-of-control, he's just really drunk. Well I don't know exactly how I'm going to go about getting him up to his dorm. Hmm... mayhap I can sober him with a spell," Kennedy said looking at her drunk friend with a look that said she was sorry for him. Kenn pulled out her wand and muttered the spell for sobering under her breath. Red, green, and black sparks came out of the end of her wand and flew at Shane. He was wide-eyed the next minute and looking at the bottle Kennedy was waving in his face telling him he had been drinking it.
"Oh my, Well, thanks Kenn, I guess I was just really depressed," he stopped and put his head in his hands. Kennedy heard him sniffle. She placed her hand under his chin and made him look at her, "I miss her so much Kennedy, I love her, but she dumped me because of a stupid fight!"
"Uh-huh, a few minutes ago you were telling me you didn't love her anymore."
Shane blushed, "I was drunk. How could I not love Elle anymore? I only have maybe five people that don't expect me to be a clone of my father. I don't wanna be like my father, for god's sake!!! My father is a prick! Did you know that our families are planning for us to get married? Kennedy, I love ya, but as my sister!" Kennedy fell backwards and looked at Shane unbelieving.
"What! I can't marry you! I can't marry my brother!"
"I know they figure we would get along because we always spend the summer together, they think we are already going out. They think... umm... that we would.... Have beautiful children..." He shuddered.
"Yuck! Oh my god! I don't wanna have children with you!" Kennedy said with a look of sheer disgust on her face. "My parents said I could pick any one I wanted to marry, even a muggle-born..." she looked up at him, "when did you find out about this?"
"Umm... Earlier today, but I told them I didn't want to marry you and they owled me back told me that they would tell your parents we didn't want to get married. My father may be a prick, but my mother isn't. She still has to owl my back and say that your parents know...." He looked at her with his own look of disgust.
"So is that another reason why Elle broke up with you?"
"Well, I think that when I told her it kinda made her mad. It probably started the fight we had that broke us up. When we... went our separate ways, she said it was because I don't appreciate her like The Twit does," he shrugged and a lone tear fell from his eye, "I guess I have to live with that. I don't think I'll go to Hogsmeade tomorrow. I can't stand to see Lektra with any one else." He stood up and helped Kennedy off of the ground.
"I'm going to bed, night Kenn and thanks."
"No problem, night Shane." Kennedy watched Shane go up the boys stairs and close the door to their dorms behind him. She walked over and sat down on the rug in front of the fire. Kennedy leaned back on the chair behind her. Everything is so messed up these days first me and now Elle and Shane she thought to herself.
She was thinking to herself when someone sat down next to her. She looked over to see none other than Draco Malfoy. She sighed and turned her so she wasn't looking at him.
"What do you want Drake?"
"Oh I didn't know we were on nickname basis Kenn, but I just came over to have polite conversation with a fellow Slytherin, is that so wrong?" Draco said putting on his best innocent look.
"Yeah Uh-huh, so what do you want?"
Draco put his arm on the chair behind him, which just happened to be in the exact same spot as Kennedy shoulders. Kenn was uncomfortable with his arm being there, but she couldn't stop him if he was just putting his arm on the chair. She gave him a suspicious look.
"What?" He asked raising his hands like he was innocent.
"Tell me what you want, so I can continue on with something important." Kennedy said to him.
"Ouch, I'm hurt," he put the hand that wasn't resting on the chair over his heart. He looked at his two cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, "Go away," he spat at them.
"Okay Draco."
"Yes Draco." The two oversized boys turned around and went to a table at the back of the common room. They started talking and looking at the pair sitting in front of the fire every few minutes, waiting to see what would unfold. Not, of course, that they had used words that big themselves, being mindless idiots who's only purpose in life was to be Draco Malfoy's body guards.
Draco leaned in so he was right by Kennedy's ear, "I just wanted to tell you that the offer I made on the train is still good." Kenn looked at him; he actually looked sincere for once in his for something other than stupidity and hatred.
"What offer do you speak of?" Kennedy asked eyeing him wearily. What is he playing at? Kennedy asked herself. Draco placed his free hand under Kennedy's chin. He looked deeply into her eyes.
"The one were I said I wanted to you to be mine," he whispered searching her eyes for any sign that she might return his feelings. Kennedy pulled away from him. She wasn't sure why he was acting like this, but she knew she didn't like it.
"Draco, don't be weird, you already know I don't like you as more than a... well you know I don't like you," Kenn stated looking at the fire. She had curled up and wrapped her arms around her legs.
"I also said I'd make Spencer pay, I could keep that promise," he whispered softly, looking at her. Kennedy's gaze shot back to him. The fire played off of his features making look even more serious.
"What?" Kennedy questioned, not sure she had heard right.
"I'll make him pay for you."
"How do you know he even did anything worth making him pay for?"
"Kenn, everyone in Slytherin knows what happened, I wouldn't be surprised if the whole school knew by now," he told her looking back at her after having taken a glance at the fire.
"Are you serious, Malfoy?"
"Oh, back to surnames, bugger. Yes I'm serious," Draco stated back to his old pricky self. Kennedy was relieved by this, he was starting to scare her.
"Oh no," Kennedy covered her face with her hands, "this is bad. This is very bad." She shook her head then buried her head in her hands on her knees. Kenn felt Draco's arm go around her shoulders for real, not just half way there by resting on the couch. He pulled her closer to him and embraced her. She grabbed onto his robes and tried to hold in the tears that she knew were going to fall.
"It's okay Kennedy, you can cry, I'm here," Draco whispered comfortingly in her ear. Kenn couldn't hold it in any longer and her whole body was racked with sobs. Draco rubbed her back whispering comforting things in her ear until the tears finally subsided. Malfoy took her chin once again and looked at her watery eyes and tear stained face.
Kennedy's vision was slightly blurry from the tears that she had just shed. Draco had that "I'm serious" look again. Kenn was about to pull away when Draco covered her mouth with his own. Kennedy tried to jerk away but Draco had a firm hold around her. Kennedy finally shoved away by pushing his chest with her hands. She slapped his left cheek and pushed him over.
"Get away from me you jerk!" she shouted at him, getting up and dashing to the girls' dormitory she slammed the door behind her and slid down till she was on the floor. Skera and Miren who had been talking and looking through a magazine came over to see what was wrong.
"Kenn, what's wrong?" Miren asked looking down at her friend with a concerned look on her face. Her friend seemed out of breath. Kennedy looked up at them and sighed.
"Draco told me that every knew about what happened between me and... Him... and he said that he wanted me to go out with him and that he would make... Him... pay. Of course I started to cry, being all emotional like I am. Well then he wrapped his arms around me and comforted me. Once, I'd stopped crying he... he... kissed me..." She looked up at her friends with a puzzles look in her eyes.
Her friends had to sit down on the bed nearest to them. They were both taken a back by this new information. Draco was always a bit of a slime, but never this low. They all knew that this just put Malfoy in all of their little black books. All the girls had kept little black books since they were very young. It was tradition for their families to keep black books of all the people they like the least. If one was to ask why one would only get a look that said "don't you keep one too" and further be avoided when asking that question.
"Are you serious?" Skera asked ,getting up and going to her bedside table. She found what she was looking for, her black book, which was in fact red. She found a quill and some ink and wrote in very curly handwriting "Draco Malfoy, for being a jerk and a slime in a girls time of need!" under the name Phillip Masley(, for sticking his stupid pet turtle in my face and then asking me out while having "Darren" practically up my nose). She blew on it while her friends looked at her. Skera raised an eyebrow at them, "Little black book," she said. Her friends nodded in recognition as she snapped it shut.
"Yeah, I'm serious," Kennedy replied getting up to write his name in her own black book (her's was green) Miren did the same thing (her's actually black). Once they were all done entering Draco's name in their books they decided to go to bed.
The three girls were ready in ten minutes. They all climbed into their beds and closed their curtains. Kenn, Miren, and Skera were all asleep in minutes. Kennedy's dreams were filled with reliving the events of the night. Skera dreamed of what may happen the next day in Hogsmeade. Miren's slumber was spent in a tribe of mutant squirrels that were trying to kill another squirrel named Tortoise.
A/N: Stupid Malfoy! Hehe Shane was drunk, poor guy! Ok well please reviews I really like reviews and please tell me what you think!!! and yes i realise the normal purpose of a little black book but it's different in my story. Luv, Brittany!!
Disclaimer: I don't like this, Brittany is so mean to my poor little brother, Oh well, it's amusing so here I go. Brittany will never own the copyrights to the Harry Potter series she only owns the characters from this story and its plot!
Little Black Books:
When the three reached the common room Skera and Miren made their way to the dorms and Kennedy surveyed the room searching for Shane. She figured that he may very well have gone to be already, but then she spotted him in the darkest corner of the common room, sitting on the floor. As she got closer she realized he had a butterbeer in his hand and he looked awful. Her friend's clothes and hair were mussed. His collar was up around his neck, something that Shane never did. Kennedy sat down in front of him. One of his legs was up and had the hand with the butterbeer resting on it. The other leg was underneath it's twin. His head was resting it the corner and he was mumbling.
"Shane, are you alright?" Kennedy asked confiscating his butterbeer. He looked at Kenn like he didn't know her for a moment then nodded. When he finally spoke it was slurred.
"Wha you meen...? I couldn' be betta! I'm fwee o' te Wench! I coud be meana bu' I wun!" Shane spat out matter-of-factly. He nodded again as if nodding made it true.
Kennedy repeated what he had just said in her head. What do you mean? I couldn't be better! I'm free of the Wench. I could be meaner but I won't! "Shane I know you don't mean that because I know you love Elle. Why else would you get yourself drunk?"
"Wew... I dun love he' no mow. Pwus she loves The Twit now. Wha coud I do?" Shane asked leaning forward to try and take back his butterbeer. (translation from drunk Shane: Well... I don't love her no more. Plus she loves The Twit now. What could I do?) Kennedy pulled the bottle further back out of his reach and read the label.
Butterbeer
Alcoholic drink for partying Wizard.
(Also try Non-alcoholic for the under aged wizard!)
Alcoholic drink for partying Wizard.
(Also try Non-alcoholic for the under aged wizard!)
"Oh great, so he's really drunk, he's not had-too-much-butterbeer-now-I'm- out-of-control, he's just really drunk. Well I don't know exactly how I'm going to go about getting him up to his dorm. Hmm... mayhap I can sober him with a spell," Kennedy said looking at her drunk friend with a look that said she was sorry for him. Kenn pulled out her wand and muttered the spell for sobering under her breath. Red, green, and black sparks came out of the end of her wand and flew at Shane. He was wide-eyed the next minute and looking at the bottle Kennedy was waving in his face telling him he had been drinking it.
"Oh my, Well, thanks Kenn, I guess I was just really depressed," he stopped and put his head in his hands. Kennedy heard him sniffle. She placed her hand under his chin and made him look at her, "I miss her so much Kennedy, I love her, but she dumped me because of a stupid fight!"
"Uh-huh, a few minutes ago you were telling me you didn't love her anymore."
Shane blushed, "I was drunk. How could I not love Elle anymore? I only have maybe five people that don't expect me to be a clone of my father. I don't wanna be like my father, for god's sake!!! My father is a prick! Did you know that our families are planning for us to get married? Kennedy, I love ya, but as my sister!" Kennedy fell backwards and looked at Shane unbelieving.
"What! I can't marry you! I can't marry my brother!"
"I know they figure we would get along because we always spend the summer together, they think we are already going out. They think... umm... that we would.... Have beautiful children..." He shuddered.
"Yuck! Oh my god! I don't wanna have children with you!" Kennedy said with a look of sheer disgust on her face. "My parents said I could pick any one I wanted to marry, even a muggle-born..." she looked up at him, "when did you find out about this?"
"Umm... Earlier today, but I told them I didn't want to marry you and they owled me back told me that they would tell your parents we didn't want to get married. My father may be a prick, but my mother isn't. She still has to owl my back and say that your parents know...." He looked at her with his own look of disgust.
"So is that another reason why Elle broke up with you?"
"Well, I think that when I told her it kinda made her mad. It probably started the fight we had that broke us up. When we... went our separate ways, she said it was because I don't appreciate her like The Twit does," he shrugged and a lone tear fell from his eye, "I guess I have to live with that. I don't think I'll go to Hogsmeade tomorrow. I can't stand to see Lektra with any one else." He stood up and helped Kennedy off of the ground.
"I'm going to bed, night Kenn and thanks."
"No problem, night Shane." Kennedy watched Shane go up the boys stairs and close the door to their dorms behind him. She walked over and sat down on the rug in front of the fire. Kennedy leaned back on the chair behind her. Everything is so messed up these days first me and now Elle and Shane she thought to herself.
She was thinking to herself when someone sat down next to her. She looked over to see none other than Draco Malfoy. She sighed and turned her so she wasn't looking at him.
"What do you want Drake?"
"Oh I didn't know we were on nickname basis Kenn, but I just came over to have polite conversation with a fellow Slytherin, is that so wrong?" Draco said putting on his best innocent look.
"Yeah Uh-huh, so what do you want?"
Draco put his arm on the chair behind him, which just happened to be in the exact same spot as Kennedy shoulders. Kenn was uncomfortable with his arm being there, but she couldn't stop him if he was just putting his arm on the chair. She gave him a suspicious look.
"What?" He asked raising his hands like he was innocent.
"Tell me what you want, so I can continue on with something important." Kennedy said to him.
"Ouch, I'm hurt," he put the hand that wasn't resting on the chair over his heart. He looked at his two cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, "Go away," he spat at them.
"Okay Draco."
"Yes Draco." The two oversized boys turned around and went to a table at the back of the common room. They started talking and looking at the pair sitting in front of the fire every few minutes, waiting to see what would unfold. Not, of course, that they had used words that big themselves, being mindless idiots who's only purpose in life was to be Draco Malfoy's body guards.
Draco leaned in so he was right by Kennedy's ear, "I just wanted to tell you that the offer I made on the train is still good." Kenn looked at him; he actually looked sincere for once in his for something other than stupidity and hatred.
"What offer do you speak of?" Kennedy asked eyeing him wearily. What is he playing at? Kennedy asked herself. Draco placed his free hand under Kennedy's chin. He looked deeply into her eyes.
"The one were I said I wanted to you to be mine," he whispered searching her eyes for any sign that she might return his feelings. Kennedy pulled away from him. She wasn't sure why he was acting like this, but she knew she didn't like it.
"Draco, don't be weird, you already know I don't like you as more than a... well you know I don't like you," Kenn stated looking at the fire. She had curled up and wrapped her arms around her legs.
"I also said I'd make Spencer pay, I could keep that promise," he whispered softly, looking at her. Kennedy's gaze shot back to him. The fire played off of his features making look even more serious.
"What?" Kennedy questioned, not sure she had heard right.
"I'll make him pay for you."
"How do you know he even did anything worth making him pay for?"
"Kenn, everyone in Slytherin knows what happened, I wouldn't be surprised if the whole school knew by now," he told her looking back at her after having taken a glance at the fire.
"Are you serious, Malfoy?"
"Oh, back to surnames, bugger. Yes I'm serious," Draco stated back to his old pricky self. Kennedy was relieved by this, he was starting to scare her.
"Oh no," Kennedy covered her face with her hands, "this is bad. This is very bad." She shook her head then buried her head in her hands on her knees. Kenn felt Draco's arm go around her shoulders for real, not just half way there by resting on the couch. He pulled her closer to him and embraced her. She grabbed onto his robes and tried to hold in the tears that she knew were going to fall.
"It's okay Kennedy, you can cry, I'm here," Draco whispered comfortingly in her ear. Kenn couldn't hold it in any longer and her whole body was racked with sobs. Draco rubbed her back whispering comforting things in her ear until the tears finally subsided. Malfoy took her chin once again and looked at her watery eyes and tear stained face.
Kennedy's vision was slightly blurry from the tears that she had just shed. Draco had that "I'm serious" look again. Kenn was about to pull away when Draco covered her mouth with his own. Kennedy tried to jerk away but Draco had a firm hold around her. Kennedy finally shoved away by pushing his chest with her hands. She slapped his left cheek and pushed him over.
"Get away from me you jerk!" she shouted at him, getting up and dashing to the girls' dormitory she slammed the door behind her and slid down till she was on the floor. Skera and Miren who had been talking and looking through a magazine came over to see what was wrong.
"Kenn, what's wrong?" Miren asked looking down at her friend with a concerned look on her face. Her friend seemed out of breath. Kennedy looked up at them and sighed.
"Draco told me that every knew about what happened between me and... Him... and he said that he wanted me to go out with him and that he would make... Him... pay. Of course I started to cry, being all emotional like I am. Well then he wrapped his arms around me and comforted me. Once, I'd stopped crying he... he... kissed me..." She looked up at her friends with a puzzles look in her eyes.
Her friends had to sit down on the bed nearest to them. They were both taken a back by this new information. Draco was always a bit of a slime, but never this low. They all knew that this just put Malfoy in all of their little black books. All the girls had kept little black books since they were very young. It was tradition for their families to keep black books of all the people they like the least. If one was to ask why one would only get a look that said "don't you keep one too" and further be avoided when asking that question.
"Are you serious?" Skera asked ,getting up and going to her bedside table. She found what she was looking for, her black book, which was in fact red. She found a quill and some ink and wrote in very curly handwriting "Draco Malfoy, for being a jerk and a slime in a girls time of need!" under the name Phillip Masley(, for sticking his stupid pet turtle in my face and then asking me out while having "Darren" practically up my nose). She blew on it while her friends looked at her. Skera raised an eyebrow at them, "Little black book," she said. Her friends nodded in recognition as she snapped it shut.
"Yeah, I'm serious," Kennedy replied getting up to write his name in her own black book (her's was green) Miren did the same thing (her's actually black). Once they were all done entering Draco's name in their books they decided to go to bed.
The three girls were ready in ten minutes. They all climbed into their beds and closed their curtains. Kenn, Miren, and Skera were all asleep in minutes. Kennedy's dreams were filled with reliving the events of the night. Skera dreamed of what may happen the next day in Hogsmeade. Miren's slumber was spent in a tribe of mutant squirrels that were trying to kill another squirrel named Tortoise.
A/N: Stupid Malfoy! Hehe Shane was drunk, poor guy! Ok well please reviews I really like reviews and please tell me what you think!!! and yes i realise the normal purpose of a little black book but it's different in my story. Luv, Brittany!!