It Can't Feel This Way
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters and stuff related. Sadly. Well at least I can make up my own ideas.
Summary: Hermione Granger spent her sixth year at Hogwarts with the prettiest girl ever to walk the halls, Sarah Frost, and the two were the best of friends. Now back as a seventh year, head girl, sharing room with head boy, she was on top. Along with her best friend of course, but they are both in for the biggest surprise yet. HGDM.
A/N: I give Harry Potter the sexxiest spin ever with my beauty characters. They screw with you hardcore. Believe me, it'll be good, I write to get out life and dreams, and I dreamt of making a good one.
Party Hardy
Friday night. Spent alone, the first Friday of her life ever for her to be alone since she was a wee little girl. Of course Sarah was supposed to be getting ready with Hermione for the up coming girls meeting, but she was in no mood to even get up. Since Wednesday she hadn't seen or heard from Ron. But than again why would she? She smacked him so hard her hand burned. How could she have made such a stupid move?
Dumb fucking blonde.
Poor thing, he probably was heart broken. No, he was probably off with some skanky 6th year girl. No, Ron wasn't like that, and she is the one who should know that. Than why hadn't she seen him yet? He probably hates me now. NO!
How was she going to do this?
"Ugh!" She moaned as she slumped down against the wall and starred forward.
Hermione pranced about the halls, Sarah drowsily following her as they came to a halt, Hermione muttering an incantation, the wall before them spinning out of place and a door appearing, the both of them heading inside it and taking up their seats on two pink cushions.
They were meeting up with sixth and seventh year girls from all the houses for the weekly truth or dare game, it was started who knows when, but was most likely the best thing to get the girls to stop from consistently cat fighting with each other. Good things came from it any way, like the two had made good friends with Pansy Parkinson, who wasn't at all as bad as they had assumed from the way she had acted towards Hermione in her fifth year.
"Awe, caramel pop, why you looking so down?" Pansy Parkinson asked, taking her seat beside the obviously depressed girl, Parvati Patil taking the set next to Pansy nodded at Pansy's question.
"She is in fight with Ron, and now she wont really talk, you had to see the amount of pixie sticks I promised her if she came tonight, its basically a life time supply," Hermione giggled, nudging the girl, trying to get her to lighten up.
"I could eat all of it in a sitting, it's not a life time supply 'Mione," Sarah said with a smile.
"Damn you lucky whore, I want pixie sticks!" Pansy shouted, her hair blonde hair whipping behind her as she shook her head back and forth.
"I'll sneak you some, be behind blowjob bleachers tomorrow, make sure teach doesn't find out, they'd have my head, its illegal to have 'contraband of colors' on school property!" Sarah said lowly, as though she didn't want any one to hear her but Pansy.
"Iight foo," Pansy said, having heard it in a muggle movie when two men were making a deal, "Don't sneak out of me now!"
"Nah man, I aint whack like dat!"
The room quieted as Lavender Brown stood in the circle of sixth and seventh year girls, from all the houses. "Ok girls lets commence in the game. Sarah, why don't you go first?"
"Sure Brown, well who will be my victim tonight?" Sarah searched among the group till her eyes landed on a sixth year Raven claw that had been throwing herself at Ron for sometime now, knowing he had a girlfriend. Payback bitches, and no one had to know. "Mandy. Truth or dare blondie?"
"Dare, red."
"It's caramel. Well let me see," Sarah thought for a moment on how she could make her suffer, "Ah, I dare you two, till next Friday make googly eyes at Colin Creevy, only talk of him, and on Friday before our meeting kiss him, at the Gryffindor Qudditch practice he will be taking pictures of along with for the entire time when your not eating, sleeping, cleaning yourself, talking of Colin I want you to act as though you hate Ronald Weasley. If you tell any one that it was the dare, you know what happens."
"Lavender that has to be violating a rule," the girl cried, horror stricken at having to kiss Colin.
"Why are you looking to Lavender, I know the hand book better than any one here, reason I was appointed Kissy Missy Queen," Sarah ruled.
"No you got appointed because Meghan and Champagne loved you, because you're 'such a cute little kid.' Not because you'd be best leader to help us all!" She snapped!
"The both of you, as the other Kissy Missy Queen I think you two need to shut the fuck up, Mandy just because your pissed she finally is getting you back for always being all over her boyfriend doesn't mean she'd make up something that was against rules," Millicent Bulstrode's voice rang throughout the room as she glided to her feet, now standing in the middle of the floor. "And Sarah, why do you even need to fight with her, its not like she could back out of this, she took the oath, she knows."
"Oh shut up Millie," Sarah barked, leaning back on her elbows. But Millicent just smiled and took her seat once more as the game continued on.
Harry had no longer comforted Ron when he had his doubts, now he just ignored them, causing Ron to no longer come to him about how he felt. So as Harry finished getting into his Qudditch uniform, he looked about hoping he'd find Ron waiting around for him to talk to.
No luck.
But there was Hermione, standing alone, but acting as if she weren't. Speaking to the air, giggling with it, and even pushing it? "Hermione?"
"Harry!"
"What on earth?"
"Oh, you can come out," with that there was a soft murmur and out of thin air appeared Sarah. "Isn't that magnificent! She can turn herself invisible!"
"I thought they taught it here fifth year, and we weren't go to review till this year, I guess France is a little more advance than you poor things. Sad thing for you guys, its quite fun really."
"Oh, have either of you two seen Ron around, I got to apologize to him. I haven't been real best friendly lately."
"Haven't seen him since Wednesday, so I wouldn't know. Guess he is avoiding me, positively fucked," Sarah said gloomily.
"Harry! I haven't had her smiling this much ever since Wednesday and you just had to bring him up, ugh! How many pixie sticks would you like to get if you go to Harry's Qudditch game?" Hermione must have sounded like a babysitter trying to bribe the child into being good when the parents got home because Harry burst into a fit of laughter when Sarah wrote with the tip of her finger in the air '500.'
"I will see you two at the end of the game, Sarah save me seven." With that Harry was off, Sarah nodding to him before she snatched up the 10 pixie sticks before that Hermione had conjured up for her.
"Yum."
Sarah sat next to Hermione, eating her Pixie sticks as Hermione cheered Harry on in his game against her crush. Oh how she had fallen, in just a mere two weeks for Draco, she was like a love sick puppy who didn't know what to do, where to go, or how to go on. She sickened herself at the petty girlish actions she was under going over some guy. But Draco wasn't some guy, he was the guy she wanted to spend her life with forever. He was the funniest boy to ever strike up a conversation with her and have her gitty for hours upon hours with out having to even give her any drug to be so happy.
Sarah would love to hear this, but she wasn't going to get on Sarah with this, not until her and Ron fixed the mess they were in. But she had a feeling that wasn't going to come so easy, as Ron was hardheaded and help to tightly to his pride. Not a good thing when it comes down to getting your girlfriend back.
"I want more." Sarah sounded like a bratty five-year old who wanted a new toy. "Now!"
"I can't keep giving you these, you will get sugar high and go crazy."
"So," she asked, missing the point.
"I'd have to deal with you, which I am not in the mood to."
"Than don't"
"I'd be being a bad friend, besides you'll get a stomach and complain you did last time."
"Yes, but I have grown prone to this."
"Shut up; finish what you have, and watch the game Frost. Or I might just not give you the rest ever!"
"Humph!"
Ron lay face up on his bed, starring at his hangings. He hadn't gotten out of his bed since his fight with Harry. He had been beating himself up since Wednesday. He'd given himself nightmares that Sarah had died and it was his entire fault.
He wasn't going to live like this any more; he wasn't going to go on. He was going to find Sarah.
The party.
The room was bursting with music, drunk dancing, couples snogging, and flashy lights. Sarah though sat alone, as Draco and Hermione dirty danced in the middle of the floor, Pansy was drunk and basically fucking some Raven claw on the couch that she herself had once confided in for comfort.
She was alone in a room filled of people. Drunken people. It was as if that night back when she was thirteen was replaying its self.
Images danced across the TV screen that took up their entire left wall of the house. Drunken 17 years old grinding their brains out, a small 13 year old Sarah sitting by herself eating chips.
Casually a handsome young 17 year old strode up to her, "Hey there caramel top."
His smile drew her to him, he was such a good-looking guy. So sweet too, always sticking out for her when her big brother didn't want her around. Playing girlish games with her when no one seemed to find it fun, "Hey Jake"
"Why aren't ya dancing?"
"I have no one to dance with Jake, I mean they are all old and none of them seem to care for a 13 year old girl."
"I care about you caramel top, why don't you dance with me?"
"Are you sure you don't want to dance with Mango or Tiffany?"
"What kind of conversation could I get out of those two? The air whistling through their heads is annoying enough; don't even get me started on their voices. I could go on days about that."
"That I can believe, I guess I could dance with you. Just keep up."
With a cheerful smile, she jumped down from her bar stool and strolled onto the dance floor with him, getting into the music at once. The two dancing forever, that is until he asked her if she'd like to go somewhere else to talk.
Like a fool she led him up to her room, where they sat and talked. He than leaned in and kissed her, shocked by him, she didn't reply at first, but than she deepened the kiss. Soon they were snogging, him grabbing all over her, she just letting him. Than he snuck his hand into skirt and ripped off her under garments, pushed her down on the bed, as she pleaded for him to not, he pulled his pants down. She screamed no, and he looked at her like she had just smacked him, "You don't love me?"
"Jake, I'm 13, I just don't want to. Of course I love you." And with out a second word he plunged into her, deeper, deeper, tearing her apart on the inside and out.
Once he was finished he pulled out and flipped her over, forcing her flailing body down before plunging back into her, holding her shoulders down as she cried onto the pillows.
Finally he finished up, flipping her back over, frowning at her red, tear-stained face. "Pretty little things like you shouldn't cry." He leaned in a kissed her softly, earning a hard smack from her, as she pushed him off her and ran to find her panties.
She was this close to freedom, this close to getting away, but just as her hand was on the knob, she felt a blow to her back, and she was down. He had thrown a book right in between her back, and quickly he was on her back holding her arms behind her. His breathe on her neck.
She had trusted him, she had cared about him, she had loved him, and he did this to her. He had ripped the sheets and tied her up and shoved her into a closet before going back into the party. It was like no one in the world cared about her, no one bothered to see if she was ok, no one even knew she was gone. Her life was gone. She was a nothing. No being.
Ron saw her. But she looked as if she saw nothing, her eyes were focused on something he couldn't tell what it had been, it was as if she almost weren't there. He ran to her, grasping her wrist as he knelt before her.
He didn't exactly get the reaction her had hoped for, instead she got tears, wild, violent tears. Sarah was shaking profoundly and she began to smack his hands away from her "Don't touch me! Leave me alone! Can't you see what you've done? IM NOTHING!"
She wasn't making any sense, her sobs had grown louder as she huddle together whispering to herself. Ron couldn't understand what she was saying, but it scared him to see her in such a state, so all he knew to do was hug her tightly.
Sarah melted into his arms as she came back from her memories and realized what had happened. She had been stuck in the moment and Ron was now holding her, as good as he smelt. She was safe; Jake couldn't get her in reality.
"Sarah?" A voice called out to her, an all to familiar voice, so frighteningly familiar it gave her goose bumps to even think it was him.
"Tommy?" She called back.
"Little sis, Jake's brother Mick got us in here, said this party was going to be off the hook, you throwing it? While might I say some great taste in music if I say so."
"Did you say Jake?"
"Yeah, he's over there talking to some girl, I think her name is Harriet, Herminie?"
"Hermione."
A/N: Oh, looks like Jake can hurt her in reality.