A/N: ahh... here we go again... I know it has been a long while since I´ve updated my other story, so I thought I could just give you my other one.
It is all syds´ fault that you read it....
That is for you, Sydney -bitch-
Disclaimer: everything belongs to JKR only the plot is mine
Hope you enjoy!
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Just a little bit drunken
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Chapter one
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"And Harry Potter just caught the snitch!!"
Wild cheers and cries erupted from the seats where the Gryffindors were located.
It was the first game since term has started and Potter had been made captain of the quidditch-team.
It was so obvious that he would become team leader.
The famous boy-who-lived-and-wouldn't-die.
Malfoy will seriously be pissed.
Just look at those pathetic excuses for witches and wizards.
Mudbloods and halfbloods.
Very little purebloods and more than the half of them were simple dirt.
Blaise sneered. His life was screwed.
Beaten up by his father, his friends death-eater,...Friends my ass.
He swallowed.
He planned on getting seriously drunken this evening.
The whole Slytherin-quidditch-team would.
He landed his broom and stormed to the changing rooms.
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Silently crying I sat by the lake.
Darkness surrounded me.
I felt tears drop into my hands.
I hated them for doing this to me. Tonight.
I cried harder. More tears dropped to the ground and into my hands.
Everything went well.
Till tonight.
They smashed everything I believed in. Everything I hoped for. Hadn't he noticed? Hadn't he cared?
Or maybe he had noticed, but he simply didn't care.
Lucky me...
I wiped the tears away and straightened myself.
Back to the phoneys....
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"Thestral"
The fat Lady nodded, noticing my tearstained face, and opened the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. Silently I walked through the opening, but stood still, as I got a better view over the people in the room.
They were all celebrating. Celebrating their victory over Slytherin.
Harry and Ron were there, too. Sitting by the fire. Drinking and sharing little innocent touches nobody would notice without knowing and which weren't so innocent.
I was disgusted.
I couldn't stand this. I ran upstairs, ignoring the shouting after me.
I pushed the door to my old dorm open, searching for this hidden place behind my old locker.
I wished it a thousand times away, this bad habit, but I couldn't bring myself to a stop. I pulled the pack from the little space, placing it safely in my bag. I walked, without anybody noticing me, out of the common room, searching for a dark corridor, where I would
– hopefully – find a bit of peace for myself.
I found it, ironically, near the Slytherin-Dungeons. I sat myself in a dark corner, litting a cigarette. I inhaled deeply and formed tiny rings with the smoke.
They were kind of magical. With the smoke you could nearly form everything you wanted it to be, only by thinking of it.
The smoke formed a little image of Ron and Harry getting smashed by a little Hermione with a hammer.
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how do you like it? I try to update once in one or two weeks but I can't promise anything.
trish
