Hogwarts High

By Siriusly Amused

Author's Note: Sorry it took so long for this to come out. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. This has nothing to do with anything but my dad sprayed our landscaping today to kill the bugs and now our house smells.

Disclaimer: I do not own the HP universe…Doritos

Chapter Twenty Three

Skittles

°°°Ginny°°°

Ron and Hermione can be very disgusting sometimes. Ever since Ron had apologized for being a doofus and Hermione decided that they should continue dating until the fact that she's moving halfway across the country really settles into their brains, they have been completely, totally, utterly lovey dovey, kissy kissy sickening. They'd sit together in the mornings at school, cuddling and whispering God only knows what into each other's ears as they feed each other breakfast. They'd walk hand in hand to their classes and when they have to split up for a class, they'd make a big show of letting go of each other's hands. They'd kiss by their lockers, they'd kiss in the middle of the hallways, they'd kiss on the stairwells, they'd kiss on the front lawn and in the parking lot by our cars. I'm actually astounded that they haven't been kissing in class. I wouldn't put it past my brother to try, but Hermione's love of taking notes encompasses her during class and she seems to go into her own little world.

The funny thing is that neither of them has ever liked PDAs! Before this highly sickening stage they're in at the moment, the most either of them ever did on the school premises was a quick hug or innocent peck, and that was only when they thought no one was looking! I could handle that!

But since Ron's still grounded (as are the twins and I) and Hermione's time with us limited, the only place for them to snog is school. Therefore we all must put up with it.

°°°Harry°°°

"So, the taco salad at lunch today was really good," I stated to the two people who seemed to have fused into one. I received no indication that either of them had heard me. I tried again.

"The endurance run is next week; I'll definitely be glad to get that over with." Their eyes remained closed and their mouths open but neither had moved to recognize my existence; however, Hermione issued a soft sigh as Ron gently pressed her up against the lockers. I made a face of disgust quickly before racking my brain for a new topic.

"So, Ron, you're mom's ok with me coming over tonight to work on our Spanish speech, right?" At first I got no acknowledgment but then Ron pulled away just enough for him to say a quick, 'yeah' before continuing what looked like a much more interesting conversation with the inside of Hermione's mouth.

The face of disgust returned to me and I was done with trying to talk to either of my best friends for awhile.

"Great, well, I'll be over later then," I said. If either of them heard me, they didn't show it. They looked like they were about ready to go find the janitor's closet and skip out on PE. "Well…I'll just…go over here now, shall I?" I stated, pointing to the river of students passing us in the hallway.

"Bye, Harry," Hermione said softly as I looked for a place to merge into the traffic.

"Yeah, bye," I stated back tersely, jumping in front of a freshman and walking briskly in the gym's general direction.

"They make me want to vomit," came a female voice to my left. I looked over and was pleasantly shocked to see a fuming Ginny, her face matching the color of her hair. I smiled.

"Tell me about it," I agreed, casting an anxious look over my shoulder to see that my two best friends were still preoccupied. "I really don't want to find out if they decide to show up to PE or not."

"Okay," Ginny said quickly, taking a firm grip on my arm and leading me away from the gym doors.

"Er…Ginny," I stated dubiously as I watched the gym drift farther and farther away from me. "I wasn't being serious. Ginny, where are you taking me?" She had pulled me through a door that I hadn't known existed and was now leading me up a flight of stairs.

"Fred and George took me up here once," Ginny said.

"Up where?" I asked as we came to another door and Ginny pushed it open. I was blinded by light, and a cool breeze ruffled my bangs as we stepped out onto the school's roof. Ginny was already out ahead of me, her arms spread and eyes closed as if to say that she welcomed the feeling of being free. She turned back to me and opened her eyes, smiling happily.

"If we stay in the middle and keep an eye on the time, no one will know we're up here," she said, taking her schoolbag off of her shoulder and plopping it down unceremoniously. I nervously played with my schoolbag's straps.

"But Ginny, don't you think we should go to class? I mean…training for the endurance run, and…"

"You've ran it before," Ginny stated, sitting down and patting the place next to her.

"You haven't," I tried to reason.

"Are you saying I'm out of shape?" Ginny accused.

"No, ma'am," I said quickly, sitting down on the school's roof. Ginny smirked at me. We were both silent for a few minutes as we listened to the late bell ring and the birds chirp. After awhile Ginny opened the front pouch on her schoolbag and took out a plastic bag full of Doritos.

"Want one?" she asked, holding the bag toward me. I hesitantly took one while eyeing her curiously.

"Let me guess, you have a weird fixation with Doritos?" I asked her.

"Like Ron and pop tarts!" she replied giddily.

"OH, GOD, I NEED AIR!"

Ginny and I both jumped when a strangely familiar, yet slightly panicked, male voice sounded. We looked over our shoulders to find Fred stumbling out of the door with George close behind.

"Now, Fred, breathe," George instructed as Fred wobbled across the roof, his hands grabbing at his red hair.

"That was a sight I never want to see again!" Fred yelled.

"It wasn't that bad!" George reasoned. "It could have been worse. Much worse. Like no clothes worse."

"GAAAHHH!"

"What happened?" Ginny asked curiously.

Both twins jumped as they seemed to notice us for the first time.

"NOT YOU TOO!" Fred bellowed, pulling at his hair.

Ginny slowly set her bag of Doritos down. "You two walked in on Ron and Hermione, didn't you?"

"WAAAAHHHHHAAAHH!" Fred cried, plopping down on the ground. George sat down as well, only he did it in a slightly calmer manner.

"We needed a mop for a prank and we walked into the janitor's closet without thinking," he explained.

"GAH!" Fred, Ginny and I all exclaimed.

"They were fully clothed!" George tried to reason but the other two red-heads and I were continuing to make faces. "Besides, they seemed genuinely embarrassed over it. Can't really blame them what with the scene this guy made," he added, jabbing a thumb at Fred. "Anyway, I don't think their PDAs will be so…graphic…anymore."

"Well that's good," Ginny stated. She picked up her bag of Doritos and handed it to Fred. "Want one?"

°°°Draco°°°

Potter and I are still pathetic at this training business. We can't sneak into homes. Even the homes that don't have security alarms. We're crap at shooting guns. They started us out on pellet guns. I can't hit any target and Potter can only hit Peter. The plump man has bruises the size of pancakes. When Tom asks us to devise devious plans on ways to ruin other peoples' lives, Potter and I can only come up with 'Sic Fred and George on them' and 'Spoon feed them the school's goulash'. Yes, we're hopeless. Tom's not giving up though. Even with so many of his men leaving, he continues to insist we're trained.

Father, Bellatrix, and Peter are getting desperate. They've taken to smacking Potter and I around a bit when we mess up (which is often). Neither of us have bruises to show for it…yet.

°°°Hermione°°°

I lowered my head slightly so that my long hair would fall over my blushing cheeks. The whispering and pointing in the hallways were too much for me to stand. I don't know what had come over me the past couple of days, acting the way I did with Ron in school, but my exploits were apparently highly amusing to the rest of the school. Ron, too, has been walking around in a perpetual state of redness.

After Fred and George had found us in the janitor's closet and Fred had gone off in what seemed to be a near panic attack, Ron and I became very embarrassed. Our PDAs stopped. As a matter of fact, it all stopped. We couldn't look each other in the eye. Conversation between us was awkward. Even after his grounding was up, we spent little time together. We no longer hung out outside of school, unless we were in a big group. Last Friday, we went to see a movie with Harry, Ginny, Draco, Noelle, and Neville. Ron and I didn't sit by each other.

°°°Ron°°°

The end of April brought the end of mine and Hermione's coupledom. We don't know what happened because we both felt strongly for one another. I actually winced when she called it off. I felt like I was going to explode. My heart was pounding, but I agreed with her. I guess we just accepted the inevitable.

Hermione said something about us needing to learn how to be just friends before she leaves. She said it would make her departure easier. I just nodded and drew random shapes in the sand (we were at the beach once again). We spent the next three hours in silence as we watched the waves crash against the land.

°°°Harry°°°

"Potter, where's my biology notebook?"

I looked up from my own biology notebook and cocked an eyebrow at Draco. He was standing in the middle of our room, which, over the past weeks of his living here, had manifested into a sea of decay. He had spent the past half an hour searching for his missing biology notebook. He looked under the mounds of dirty clothes, his sleeping bag, and even under our unused hamper.

"I haven't seen it, Draco," I mumbled monotonously. "If I had seen it, I would have told you where it is by now. Your making such a racket that I'm finding it hard to study."

"Well, then study out of your text book for a bit while I look over your notes," Draco ordered, sitting down, cross legged on his sleeping bag on the floor as he pulled a bag of chips closer to himself.

I sighed and threw my notebook at him, much to his displeasure. The minutes ticked on as we studied; the only sound was the occasional 'crunch' of a chip. After what seemed like an eternity, Draco threw my notebook back at me. I swore at him and hurled my text book. I missed my target, as usual.

Glancing down at my opened notebook, I noticed that Draco had scrawled a note in the margins: I hate that place, Potter.

Grabbing a pen, I wrote back: And I just love it to pieces.

Draco looked confused when he read my message. He scribbled something quickly and tossed the notebook back.

'You're insane.'

'No, I'm sarcastic, you dumbass.'

'Oh.'

'I hate it too.'

Draco sighed and paused before writing back. I had actually thought that he had gone back to studying when the notebook collided with the side of my head. I swore under my breath as I read Draco's lengthy message:

'I can't go back there. To that place. I hate the people there. I hate what they're forcing us to do. And I hate the building.'

I snorted.

'The building?' I wrote back.

'Yes, it just looks evil. It's all tall and menacing.'

'On a bad part of town too,' I agreed. 'But there's something that I hate more than everything else.'

'What's that?'

'Lying to everyone.'

°°°Ginny°°°

Ron wasn't a mess after the breakup. Or at least he wasn't yet. If I know my brother, which I do, he'll have a major breakdown as soon as Hermione leaves. The rest of the school, however, was having their breakdown the day after the breakup. Without knowing it, Ron and Hermione had become the couple of the school. Even more so than Seamus and Lavender even though those two have been dating longer than my brother and best friend.

By May 1st, nearly the entire student body badgered those close to Ron and Hermione to try to set them up again. Neville's taken to hiding in lockers to avoid the mob of students, actually. Harry confessed to me the other day in PE that he's about ready to explode and that he nearly lost it in front of some seniors who were hounding him for every detail about Ron and Hermione's relationship.

The badgering cumulated when a timid freshman girl asked Fred at his locker if he would find a way to lock the duo in the janitor's closet. This suggestion brought back horrible memories for my older brother, and he proceeded by running down the hallway, screaming in fright.

It's May 2nd and Ron and Hermione are talking normally--as friends.

°°°Narcissa°°°

Draco managed to set off the model house alarm again. I sighed as the sirens blared and the lights flashed around us. Lucius, who had just signed the divorce papers that afternoon, stormed into the room in a fit of rage.

"What are you, an idiot?" the older man yelled at my son. Draco glared at him and turned away without answering which only angered Lucius more. The blonde man whom I used to love pulled out his gun and aimed it at our sixteen-year-old.

I opened my mouth to scream, but found that my throat wasn't working properly. Luckily, Peter's throat was fine.

"Tom will be angry if you do that," the plump man squeaked.

Draco turned and saw that his father was holding him at gunpoint. My son's gray eyes widened in horror for a moment, before his trademark smirk appeared on his face.

"You wouldn't," Draco said softly.

My eyes darted between Draco and Lucius. I was vaguely aware that Harry was standing next to me, watch the scene as well. Lucius mimicked Draco's smirk perfectly and slowly moved his arm until the gun was pointing directly at Peter. The scream barely left my mouth before it was drowned out by the blast from the gun. Peter fell to the floor and laid motionless as a pool of blood spread from his form. The boys and I stared in a shocked silence that was broken moments later by Harry.

"I was supposed to kill him!" the boy yelled out, flailing his arms angrily.

Lucius then directed the gun at the messy-haired boy beside me. He pulled the trigger and everyone screamed, but we only heard a soft click. The gun was empty. Lucius lowered his arm, smirking. He turned on his heel and left the room, his footsteps echoing in the frightened quiet of the room.

°°°Harry°°°

I awoke the morning after the scary gun pointing incident to a slightly chilly room, which really wasn't out of the ordinary seeing as Draco likes to open the window at night. After pressing the snooze button on my alarm clock a few times, I sat up, hanging my legs over the side of the bed. After scratching my stomach and yawning, I hopped out of bed and landed on…carpet. My eyes widened in shock. Normally, I land on Draco and wake him up where he will then curse me into oblivion. I took in my surroundings and realized that the sleeping bag and the boy who normally sleeps in it were gone. Dirty clothes were gone. My room was back to normal. I left it and stepped into the hallway to find Sirius staring at the empty bathroom in wonder.

It didn't hit me until I was at school. Sitting at the usual table, waiting for the bell to ring. Ron, who was having a pleasant conversation with Hermione when I arrived at the table, turned toward me and furrowed his brow.

"Where's Draco?" he asked inquisitively.

My mouth hung open slightly as my eyes darted from friend to friend, all of whom were staring at me with the same inquisitive look as Draco.

"He's gone," I replied.

End Author's Note: This chapter really isn't that great. Not much on the funny stuff anyway. Sadly, however, this chapter is needed for the story to go on. Just so you guys know…Draco isn't dead, and Narcissa is gone too. When I started writing this chapter, I had things planned a bit differently. For some reason Lucius was in Sirius' living room, but I don't remember why. And I was going to elaborate on Harry and Ron's Spanish project thinger. Oh well. Once again, I'm sorry for the long wait. To make up for it, here's some random facts:

Ron's locker combination is 26, 0, 42 which is the same combo my locker in high school had. I mentioned this bit of information in one of my first drafts of HH.

Ron and Ginny randomly switch bedrooms. There's no reason for it; my mind just switches them from time to time. Ron once even switched with Fred and George (remember when Harry knocked on Forge's window, thinking it was Ron's?). The switch between Ron and the twins didn't last long because Ron thought the twin's room smelled.

Hogwarts Hills's grade school and junior high school are in the same building. The grade school is on one side and the junior high on the other. This school is nestled in the center of town whereas Hogwarts High is on the outskirts of town.

Dudley attends a prestigious boarding school that's located about 20 miles away from Hogwarts Hills. He went to the same grade school as Harry and the others, but he left for junior high and high school.

Thursdays are always chicken nugget day in the cafeteria. The gang had chicken nuggets on 'busy Thursday' when Fred and George did all the pranks.

Hogwarts High has a pond off to its side that bio students do experiments at and art students sometimes paint. (Sorry, no lake with giant squid.)

When Draco still lived in Malfoy Manor, he rarely went anywhere other than his bedroom, the kitchen, the game room, and the gym.

Hermione lives on the same street as Lavender. Parvati and Seamus live on the next street. Dean lives a block away, and Neville lives on the street next to the one that the Dursleys (and for a time, Harry) live on. Malfoy manor was on the outskirts of town and was one of five manors that Hogwarts Hills has (one of the other manors belongs to the Beerbombs). Of course, Colin lives on the same street as the Dursleys.

Harry has his locker set (by sticking a wad of paper in the latch so it can't lock). He doesn't remember his combination. It's 8 52 33 if any of you are interested.

Fred, George, and Ron share clothes which are store bought and fashionable enough, but they don't have many clothes. Ginny has her own style which is unique from all the other girls at school. It's difficult to explain it.

The twins stuff all of their books in George's locker (combination 13 25 42) and all of their pranking stuff in Fred's locker (combination 15 17 40) which is right next to it.

The first floor of Hogwarts High contains the office, the gym, the pool, the cafeteria, the nurses office, and all the lockers. Hogwarts has 3 floors total. All the classrooms are on the 2nd and 3rd floors.

Hogwarts High doesn't have elevators, but Fred and George make approximately $50 every year by selling new freshman elevator passes.