Hogwarts High

By Siriusly Amused

Author's Note: I'm cold. I'm hungry. And there's a little bug flying around me. But I'm writing Hogwarts High so all must be well with the world...other than Mount St. Helen's, maybe. And the fact that Rupert is STILL in the shop (he must really hate you guys) and he has all the work I've done on Hogwarts High with him, including the first three chapters of Hogwarts High II...and the plot for this story. Anywho, I've been putting off writing this chapter because I was going to have something big happen in it, but I can't remember what. All I remember is that I wanted a pep rally in this one. So now this story really doesn't have a plot again, but that's ok, because I've been rereading it and in several of my author's notes I kept babbling about 'bringing the plot' out in the next chapter and I don't think I ever really did it so...basically this story never really had a plot to begin with and you guys still love it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter...Mount St. Helen's...Tibet...It's Raining Men...

Chapter Eighteen

Obscenity

Ginny

My last class of the day is geography. It's one of my favorites, as it is almost everyone else's seeing as the class is overcrowded and shoved into a small, yet cozy, room. For some reason the walls of this room are covered with red carpeting. No one knows why. Mr. Vector teaches this class. He's the type of teacher who really interacts with his students. Instead of telling us about the state of the world, he asks us what we would do if we were the adults and could change it. The class itself is interesting as well, but then again, other cultures has always intrigued me.

A week after Valentines, the class was watching a movie over Tibet. I was sitting in my desk, in the center of the classroom, completely at peace with myself. In front of me, Tibetan monks spun prayer wheels. Around me, my fellow classmates slept. Soft snores from the massive football player behind me floated to my ears. A half eaten chocolate bar, courtesy of George who had extra money at lunch, sat in my lap. Yes, I was happy. Or at least I was happy until I heard a grunt from somewhere to my left.

I glanced over to see who disturbed the peace of seventh hour geography and wasn't surprised to find out that it was Michael. His presence annoyed me. I had asked him out to show up Harry. I knew it, he knew it, everyone who had half a brain cell at Hogwarts High new it. I had only expected a date or two, but unfortunately, at Hogwarts High, if you go to the movies with a member of the opposite sex, you're suddenly in a serious relationship.

My relationship with Michael was slowly suffocating me. He didn't like my friends. I didn't like his friends, and his friends obviously didn't like me. Ron and the twins had stormed angrily into my room the other night and backed me into a corner as they yelled about a scrawling that had appeared on the rumor wall of the boys bathroom that stated something along the lines of that I was easy. I had defended myself vigilantly for fifteen minutes, but it wasn't until Harry casually walked in and explained that we had dated for months and he didn't get very far at all with me that my brothers' angers subsided.

Michael and I didn't talk much after that. He would order me to sit by him and his friends at lunch and then order me to take his tray up. He would copy my homework and badger me about reports. He would also occasionally push me up against a wall and kiss me roughly on the mouth, and for some reason, I've been putting up with it. I told no one about it, not even Hermione because she would tell my brothers, and if my brothers knew about Michael, the cops would find him, naked, bruised, and tied to the school's flag pole. Of course, that isn't necessarily a bad thing.

I shoved the rest of the chocolate bar into my mouth and decided that I didn't need Michael, or any other boy for that matter. I quickly tore a piece of paper out of my notebook and wrote, "I'm leaving you, loser," upon it before folding it up and slipping it under Michael's arm. He continued to sleep peacefully and I continued to watch the movie, more at peace with the world than I had been since before I had dumped Harry.

After ten minutes or so, Dumbledore got onto the intercom and announced a surprise pep rally for the boy's basketball team (they were going to state) taking place in the gym at that very moment.

"And for some strange reason," Dumbledore continued, "the soccer team has decided to grace us with a performance of 'It's Raining Men'. I imagine that this is the work of the Weasley twins, but how they got the rest of the team to agree to it is beyond me. I, for one, cannot wait to see Draco Malfoy dance with an umbrella. So if everyone would please come to the gym in an orderly fashion..."

My class had started filing out of the room when Dumbledore mentioned Draco dancing with an umbrella, and I rushed ahead of them so I could be well away from Michael when he read my note. I dropped my books off at my locker, found Hermione, and together, we skipped off, arm in arm to the gym.

Draco

I was in a plastic poncho, rain boots, and had an umbrella clutched in my hand. The whole school saw me dressed horribly, but I didn't care, mainly because the Weasel Twins had outdone us all by dressing entirely in pink. They were currently yelling at Weasel III for not doing the same. Nearly everyone was situated in the gym when we heard a very angry yell over the buzz of talking. I didn't know what it was about but I distinctly heard the words 'bitch' and 'dump'.

I turned around and saw what's-his-face yelling at Weasel IV. She was yelling back, but everyone could see that doing so was a big mistake. What's-his-face was mad and he had several of his friends behind him. It was then that he grabbed a fist full of Ginny's hair. Yes, I said Ginny. When my friends are in trouble, I use their first names.

"Aren't you guys going to do anything?" Harry asked the other three Weasels, each of their faces a bright red and their fists clamped shut at their sides.

"We promised Ginny that we wouldn't interfere with her life anymore," Ron told Harry, enunciating the 'we'.

Harry gave him a sly smile before running off and tackling Michael. Michael's friends retaliated on Harry, forcing me and Dean to look at each other briefly before shrugging and jumping into the foray as well. I pulled a skinny boy who was trying to make Harry go bald to the side and began punching him.

"You. Shall. Not. Harm. Harry. Potter," I explained, punching him with each word. I heard guttural cries come forth as Seamus and Neville ran out from the bleachers, where they had been sitting, and joined us in the fight. Bright flashes shot around us as that kid who says hi to Harry a lot took some pictures for the school newspaper. I held up my battered, living punching bag up and smiled proudly as the freshman took a picture of me.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Dumbledore yelled, halting our fight. The whole school was silent for a few moments as those of us who participated in the fight separated and stood in our respective groups. Dumbledore peered down his long nose at us, making us hold our breaths while we pondered if he was about to give us all a detention. He gazed into each of our eyes before saying in a quiet voice, "I would like to see the soccer team's rendition of 'It's Raining Men' now. The rest of you may find your seats."

What's-his-face and his friends marched off angrily. He mumbled something about never wanting to talk to Ginny again, which only made her smile bigger. She turned to those of us who had fought for her and thanked us wholeheartedly. I felt proud of myself as Ginny skipped off with Hermione and Noelle and sat down with them in the front row, clutching their hands and smiling brightly as they waited for us to begin our ridiculous song and dance.

Lucius

Jacobs botched up yet another robbery and Tom was not pleased about it. Peter and I stood to the side as Tom continued to yell at Jacobs. I had often wondered why Tom continued to put up with Peter's presence. He had come to us fourteen years before as a client, not a partner or a comrade, but just someone who wanted our business.

He wanted to ruin his friends' lives. Two of them dead, one imprisoned, and the last to live in misery over what had happened. He didn't have much money to offer us, only his soul, which Tom gladly took. The hit was one of the most famous in our company. Four lives ruined just for the hell of it and a man servant gained in the process. But then that damn Lupin came into possession of some pictures of the crime and with the Potter boy's help, they were able to prove my vile cousin's innocence and that Peter was, in fact, still alive.

I wanted to dispose of Peter after that, but Tom loved having someone to wait on him hand and foot. Not to mention, the fear of getting caught intrigued him. So Peter stayed with us, his anger growing everyday. Sirius out of prison, Remus happy to have a friend back, Harry growing to look more and more like James everyday and even eyeing a red-headed girl. Peter was slowly going insane.

A loud bang forced me from my thoughts as Tom shot Jacobs. He replaced the gun under his desk and rubbed his temple. "Clean that up," he instructed to Peter. Peter rushed over and began to drag Jacobs body from the room. I went and sat down in front of the desk, lighting a cigar.

"I'm surrounded by idiots, Lucius," Tom stated, popping an aspirin into his mouth. "We're losing men, and the few we have left aren't anywhere close to your brilliance and yet, I can't use you for everything." He paused for a few moments and brought his hand in front of his face, much like our old high school principal used to. "How old is your son, Lucius?" he asked.

"Sixteen," I stated, a swell of pride billowing in my chest at the mention of my protégé.

Tom cursed. "Still too young."

"I was seventeen," I reasoned.

Tom gazed at me with a sly smile. "You were seventeen when you met me, but you didn't know what I did for a living until your early twenties. Teenagers are useful to have in this business but they very rarely make it to twenty alive. If your boy is to become the next you, it'll have to wait until he's grown a bit more."

"We may not have the time," I reasoned, a tone of urgency showing in my voice, which was very unlike me. Tom raised an eyebrow. "Listen, Draco's been changing over the past couple of months. He dumped Parkinson's daughter, he stopped hanging out with his old friends..."

"I was a loner too," Tom stated, not seeming perturbed by this news.

"That's the thing though," I continued. "He's not a loner; he has friends! A big group of them. He hangs around the Weasley children and he's been dating this girl who is a shy, innocent, little thing."

"I have disposed of him, sir," Peter announced, rejoining us and standing to the side like a good little servant.

I gazed at Peter, a vindictive feeling gathering in my chest. I nearly smirked as I informed that Harry Potter was my son's newest best friend. Peter grew red in the face as he ground his teeth and Tom grinned widely.

"Is he now?" Tom asked, turning in his chair to taunt Peter. "Well now, that's interesting." He paused for a minute, in deep thought. "Alright, Lucius, we'll start training your son. Under one condition: we train the Potter boy as well."

"No!" Peter and I protested at the same time, but Tom raised a hand to our protests.

"The Potter boy intrigues me. I dare say he reminds me of myself. Both orphans, both had horrible home lives, and I'm sure that under that chivalrous nature of his, there's a massive amount of pent up anger."

Peter continued to look furious but I backed down. "How do we get the Potter boy to join?"

"That will take some thought," Tom said, but it looked like a plan was already brewing in his head.

Hermione

Only Hogwarts High would have everyone leave their first hour classes to stand at the front of the school in the freezing cold with no coats, just to see the boys basketball team off as they go to state. Ron and I left History with the rest of the class and barged through the front doors of the school and into the cold air. As we were walking down the front steps, Ron took off the hoodie he was wearing and handed it to me without saying a word. We found a patch of ground that wasn't already over run with students and stood while we waited for the basketball players to get onto the bus. Ron was shivering slightly as the wind cut through the T-shirt that he had been wearing under his hoodie. I stood a little closer to him.

Dean, Seamus, Neville, Lavender, Parvati, and Ginny joined us. Dean and Seamus had already given their girlfriend their jackets or sweaters but poor, recently single Ginny stood shivering along with her brother. After a few moments, Neville handed her his jacket. For a moment, I wondered what Harry would do when he saw that Ginny was wearing Neville's jacket, but I was soon answered as Harry and the twins ran past our group, yelling at the top of their lungs. All three of them were shirtless and were painted in red and gold. Fred and George both had H's painted on their chests and Harry had an S. HHS. Hogwarts High School.

"Oi," Ron said beside me, "he's taking my brothers!"

I was about to tell him not to be stupid, but he had already run from the group, took off his T-shirt and jumped on Fred's back, yelling 'Go Hogwarts!'. I shook my head as Ginny rolled her eyes.

"I don't claim them," she told the rest of us.

"Huddle, huddle, we must huddle everyone!" Draco announced with a tone of urgency as he came to us, clutching Noelle's hand. Noelle was wearing his sweater and he was in a T-shirt. He drew the rest of us around him in a close knit circle and squatted down so we could block out the cold. We stood like that for awhile as the cheerleaders began to do their routines. Soon, Harry, Ron, and the twins broke through us and joined Draco in huddling. Dumbledore was passing out hot chocolate. After the bus left, the rest of us went back into the school to thaw out. As we came back into the history room, we found that Mr. Binns was still in there, reading from the book as if no one had left.

Ginny

Hermione, Noelle, and I were sitting in my bedroom and wearing facial masks made from avocados. I had decided to have a girl's night since it was a Friday night and the three of us didn't feel like driving several hours to go to the state game. We were having a ball until Ron barged into my room unannounced with Harry right behind him.

"Hey, do you girls want to go up to the video store to rent...OH MY GOD, WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO YOURSELVES?!"

"I've never heard of that movie before," Hermione stated calmly.

Harry squatted down and peered into the bowl of left over avocado mix. "This is edible, right?" he asked, putting his finger in it and licking it off before we gave him an answer.

"You want to put some on, Harry?" I asked him, grinning slyly. "It's about as good as Oil of Olay."

Harry froze, midway from licking another bit of avocado mix. "Wha...?" he asked, scared. Ron too looked like he was about to wet himself.

"Oh, you know," Hermione continued, catching my drift. "Keeps the wrinkles away. Tastes better than prunes too!"

"You knew it was us?" Ron asked as the three of us laughed.

"You guys didn't do anything to disguise your faces!" Hermione informed. "Anyway, I would be mad at you for spying, but you guys were too funny to get mad at."

"You looked good in that dress, Harry," I complimented. "I have a few that would look really nice on you if you ever want to borrow them."

Harry muttered some obscenities before leaving my room.

Draco

Standing outside in the cold had given me the flu and I spent much of the weekend in either the bathroom or in bed. Monday morning rolled around and I was still delusional with a fever so Marietta called school to let me stay home. I stayed in bed all day, falling in and out of sleep. My father came in around noon and glared at me. He left a moment later, mumbling something about a disappointment. I rolled my eyes and fell into a sedated sleep where I had a weird dream about cheese. I opened my eyes and was shocked when I saw that my mom was sitting on the edge of my bed, rubbing a wet wash cloth over my forehead.

My mother was never the 'mommy' type. She fussed over my father and shopped and that was about it. I was raised by nannies and the household staff and I was dictated by my father. Mom was always someone who just sometimes talked to me.

"What the...?" I whispered and tried to sit up.

"Shhhh..." my mother cooed, stroking my face.

I gazed in her eyes and was shocked that I found concern and love in them. It's like she finally woke up and realized she had a son. Her eyes flickered to my dirty hair (I've been too exhausted to shower) and she slowly ran her fingers through it.

"You have my hair," she whispered.

I looked in the mirror behind my bed in confusion and saw that since I had been neglecting to bleach my hair while I was sick, my black roots were showing. I turned back to her.

"You're blonde," I clarified.

She smirked at me. The smirk was oddly familiar. Someone else had that smirk, but I couldn't put my finger on who. "Draco, I think you and I both know," she got up from my bed and started walking to my door, "that I'm a black. Goodnight, sweetie."

End Author's Note: It feels so good to have this chapter done. I'm sorry once again for the wait. This chapter would have been up a couple weeks earlier if Rupert hadn't gone and lost everything. Then I was just so frustrated that I didn't want to write it over and just wanted to do some new stuff. But now I'm in my HH mood again.

Siriusly Amused would like to be, well, Serious, for a moment: Many of you have complimented that I should get this fic published. You have no idea how much hearing you guys say that means to me. I'm a freshman in college and I'm trying to figure out what I would like to do with my life, and right now, I'm seriously considering becoming a writer. I don't think I'll ever publish HH because I refuse to make money off of JK's brilliant work but it will always be up for those who love it to read it...for free! I really am sorry for having a few months between chapters sometimes, but your patience has meant the world to me. During the few months that you've been waiting for this chapter, I was writing several chapter of HH and HHII and plotting HHIII. I was doing it so I could have faster updates, but Rupert had other things in mind. Several of you have e-mailed me inquiring kindly about this fic, and because of that, I will work twice as hard to get this fic done sooner. Thank you! My readers give me the inspiration to go after my dreams.