Sorry this took so long! I was in NYC and Philly first, and now I have
loads of homework because finals are coming up soon... ugg! I hate tests!
Anyways... on with my lame-ass story that no one reads anymore. Wait... If no
one reads this fan fic why should I continue writing it? W/e I guess
there's a few people who read it. But no one effing reviews it! Skanks... you
better review or I'm not going to write any more.
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Hazel smiled to herself as she made her way to the main entrance. She had just taught Draco a lesson. She was so sick of him right now that she didn't care about anything anymore. So she decided to go for a walk around the lake and maybe visit the quidditch field to see how the practice was going: forgetting all about how Harry was pissed at her. She pushed open the great oak doors and the warm sunshine spilled over her like hot fudge on a big ice-cream sunday.
As Hazel passed a group of Slytherins sitting on the grass by the side of the big stone castle, they all looked over her and started whispering to each other. She guessed word had spread that she had spent the night in Draco Malfoy's bed-chambers. Oh great. This was going to be an interesting rest of the year.
"This is just marvelous! Now all the Slytherins think I'm a slut, thanks to that Pansy whore. And I doubt they'll keep that thought to themselves." The angry brunette thought to herself. She just smiled and waved at the group of green students and walked away with her head held high. The best thing to do was just play it cool.
As her Gryffindor robes swished around her ankles, she made her way over to the side of the lake. Looking in she saw the Hazel Stirling she always knew... but she felt so different than who she was when she came here on the first day of school. She had forgotten all about her old friends... like her best friend Cory Spencer. They were inseparable... the devilish duo. That's what her mom called them. Everyone she loved was killed the night Voldemort invaded her school.
Her mother and father and many other teachers fought him off while some of the students ran for their lives. Hazel was walking with Cory to lunch when it happened. They heard a noise behind them and turned to see a cloaked man stalking after them with his wand held in front of him. In a single flash of green light her closest companion fell to the floor lifeless and limp. His warm soft finger brushed her leg as he lay there on the ground at her side. Without thinking she ran for her life down the ironically sunny corridor as the hooded man gained on her.
Hazel was awoken back to reality as a tear rolled off her cheek and made a tiny splash in the edge of the lake. Her reflection split into tiny ripples and washed away with gentle waves made by a small warm wind. She whipped her face with the black cotton sleeve of her Hogwarts robes.
She just wanted to clear her mind of all things that happened in the past and to have a nice walk in the warm spring breeze. The tall stands of the quidditch felid caught her eyes as she looked up. Hazel remembered that she was going to go see on how practice was coming. Since Gryffindor had the field that day. Passing random groups of students smiling and talking with their friends, Hazels spirit was lifted as everyone around her seemed so happy and unaware of the evil things in this world.
Soon she was standing in the entrance to the big green field. She saw little green and silver dots flying above her. Green and silver!? Then her question was answered when a group of angry looking Gryffindor quidditch players walked past her mumbling curses under their breath. One by one they all sulked back to the castle. The last person to pass her looked up at her and his angry eyes behind his shining glasses made her shiver. This Harry scared her.
"I'm sorr..." she tried to apologize but she was cut off by his angry voice overpowering hers.
"I don't want to hear it slut. Get out of my way." And with that he shoved her aside and followed the rest of the angry quidditch team to the entrance of the towering castle.
This was just great. Harry was never going to forgive her. And when Ron and Hermione found out they wouldn't want to be her friends either. And the whole school thought she slept with Draco Malfoy. And she didn't exactly know if she did or not. Things were going just SUPER! And to make things even worst... a certain pissed off blond Slytherin came slithering towards her. Imagine that! A Slytherin who slithered.
"Well well well. Look who it is! Miss Stirling. How nice it is to see you. Come to watch me fly around holding my broomstick? I know that kind of stuff gets you off but please take it elsewhere. I'm sure a pretty whore like yourself is needed in somebody's bedchambers again." She spat at her with a fiery look in his eyes. And with a smirk on his face he tossed her a galleon. "Thanks for the ride." And with that he winked and walked away with a smug look on his face.
She was just making her way out of the quidditch field when a cold sweaty hand grabbed her shoulder. Professor Snape was actually touching a student... not like he hadn't before... after classes in the dungeons *cough*cough*pansy...
He loomed down at her. "Miss Stirling. It has come to my knowledge that you are failing my class. I think private lessons after dinner every night for a week might do you some good." He paused to see the horrified look on her face from the thought of extra time with him. "Good. I'll see you tonight at 8 then. Don't be late or points will have to be deducted."
He walked back onto the quidditch field leaving her in shock and horror. It was bad enough with Snape hitting on her nonchalantly during class.... Now she would have to be alone with him in the dungeons after dark. Who knows what sort of perverted passes he would try to play on her.
She ran as fast as she could to the castle entrance turning a few heads on her way. When she was inside she walked down the warm corridors to her bedchambers. Passing windows on her left she saw people happy and carefree. She wished she could be so lucky to be carefree. When she finally reached the portrait of the fat lady she muttered the password. She opened the door to face a group of angry quidditch team starring her down.
Fred and George came up to her with their arms crossed. "What's this I hear about you and Malfoy?"
MWAHAHAHA! You all deserved that cliffhanger. Not effing reviewing my story! And you call yourselves dedicated readers. I should just throw in the effing towel! (by the way... I added you in Cory! And to Katie: I saw mean girls today! It was effing awesome! "you fugly skank!)
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Hazel smiled to herself as she made her way to the main entrance. She had just taught Draco a lesson. She was so sick of him right now that she didn't care about anything anymore. So she decided to go for a walk around the lake and maybe visit the quidditch field to see how the practice was going: forgetting all about how Harry was pissed at her. She pushed open the great oak doors and the warm sunshine spilled over her like hot fudge on a big ice-cream sunday.
As Hazel passed a group of Slytherins sitting on the grass by the side of the big stone castle, they all looked over her and started whispering to each other. She guessed word had spread that she had spent the night in Draco Malfoy's bed-chambers. Oh great. This was going to be an interesting rest of the year.
"This is just marvelous! Now all the Slytherins think I'm a slut, thanks to that Pansy whore. And I doubt they'll keep that thought to themselves." The angry brunette thought to herself. She just smiled and waved at the group of green students and walked away with her head held high. The best thing to do was just play it cool.
As her Gryffindor robes swished around her ankles, she made her way over to the side of the lake. Looking in she saw the Hazel Stirling she always knew... but she felt so different than who she was when she came here on the first day of school. She had forgotten all about her old friends... like her best friend Cory Spencer. They were inseparable... the devilish duo. That's what her mom called them. Everyone she loved was killed the night Voldemort invaded her school.
Her mother and father and many other teachers fought him off while some of the students ran for their lives. Hazel was walking with Cory to lunch when it happened. They heard a noise behind them and turned to see a cloaked man stalking after them with his wand held in front of him. In a single flash of green light her closest companion fell to the floor lifeless and limp. His warm soft finger brushed her leg as he lay there on the ground at her side. Without thinking she ran for her life down the ironically sunny corridor as the hooded man gained on her.
Hazel was awoken back to reality as a tear rolled off her cheek and made a tiny splash in the edge of the lake. Her reflection split into tiny ripples and washed away with gentle waves made by a small warm wind. She whipped her face with the black cotton sleeve of her Hogwarts robes.
She just wanted to clear her mind of all things that happened in the past and to have a nice walk in the warm spring breeze. The tall stands of the quidditch felid caught her eyes as she looked up. Hazel remembered that she was going to go see on how practice was coming. Since Gryffindor had the field that day. Passing random groups of students smiling and talking with their friends, Hazels spirit was lifted as everyone around her seemed so happy and unaware of the evil things in this world.
Soon she was standing in the entrance to the big green field. She saw little green and silver dots flying above her. Green and silver!? Then her question was answered when a group of angry looking Gryffindor quidditch players walked past her mumbling curses under their breath. One by one they all sulked back to the castle. The last person to pass her looked up at her and his angry eyes behind his shining glasses made her shiver. This Harry scared her.
"I'm sorr..." she tried to apologize but she was cut off by his angry voice overpowering hers.
"I don't want to hear it slut. Get out of my way." And with that he shoved her aside and followed the rest of the angry quidditch team to the entrance of the towering castle.
This was just great. Harry was never going to forgive her. And when Ron and Hermione found out they wouldn't want to be her friends either. And the whole school thought she slept with Draco Malfoy. And she didn't exactly know if she did or not. Things were going just SUPER! And to make things even worst... a certain pissed off blond Slytherin came slithering towards her. Imagine that! A Slytherin who slithered.
"Well well well. Look who it is! Miss Stirling. How nice it is to see you. Come to watch me fly around holding my broomstick? I know that kind of stuff gets you off but please take it elsewhere. I'm sure a pretty whore like yourself is needed in somebody's bedchambers again." She spat at her with a fiery look in his eyes. And with a smirk on his face he tossed her a galleon. "Thanks for the ride." And with that he winked and walked away with a smug look on his face.
She was just making her way out of the quidditch field when a cold sweaty hand grabbed her shoulder. Professor Snape was actually touching a student... not like he hadn't before... after classes in the dungeons *cough*cough*pansy...
He loomed down at her. "Miss Stirling. It has come to my knowledge that you are failing my class. I think private lessons after dinner every night for a week might do you some good." He paused to see the horrified look on her face from the thought of extra time with him. "Good. I'll see you tonight at 8 then. Don't be late or points will have to be deducted."
He walked back onto the quidditch field leaving her in shock and horror. It was bad enough with Snape hitting on her nonchalantly during class.... Now she would have to be alone with him in the dungeons after dark. Who knows what sort of perverted passes he would try to play on her.
She ran as fast as she could to the castle entrance turning a few heads on her way. When she was inside she walked down the warm corridors to her bedchambers. Passing windows on her left she saw people happy and carefree. She wished she could be so lucky to be carefree. When she finally reached the portrait of the fat lady she muttered the password. She opened the door to face a group of angry quidditch team starring her down.
Fred and George came up to her with their arms crossed. "What's this I hear about you and Malfoy?"
MWAHAHAHA! You all deserved that cliffhanger. Not effing reviewing my story! And you call yourselves dedicated readers. I should just throw in the effing towel! (by the way... I added you in Cory! And to Katie: I saw mean girls today! It was effing awesome! "you fugly skank!)