Chapter Three

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Ah, can't say I care too much.

I'm posting this story because it's bugged me for a year now

And I've got the plot figured out

and for the most part, the chapters planned.

Mainly, this story's for my own amusement.

It'll be long.

From Year 1 to Year 7.

Different adventures, of course.

Made ups, naturally.

Which of course explains Julianna.

I don't care about flames, you want to tell me my story sucks, go for it I'll tell you that you suck, right back.

But don't insult me or my work but dumb reasons such as "omg u hav a mad up! omg! lyk.. omg it sux!"

Have a good reason, asswipe

Live with it.

When it comes down to it, I love to argue and I can be a complete bitch.

On with chapter three, then, eh?

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Harry, Ron, and Hermione had become very good friends.

Thus leaving Ginevra alone, though she had soon began to hang around with Parvati, Lavender and occasionally Neville.

Juliana's friends consisted of Draco, Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy and another Slytherin girl named Chelsea Honeybloom.

Julianna had taken to ignoring Ron, Hermione, Ginevra, and Harry. As though they didn't exist at all.

She didn't seem to care much for Crabbe or Goyle and was most often seen with Chelsea or Blaise.

Chelsea was fairly pretty, with somewhat pale skin, and light brown hair that fell barely two centimeters past her thin shoulders in cheerful, bouncy curls. She wore her bangs over her forehead, and they fell halfway over her pale green eyes. Chelsea was actually quite shy, though her temper was horrible and she would be shooting off insults before you could blink if she became insulted, and it wasn't hard to offend Chelsea at all. She was average height, taller than Julianna though shorter than Pansy.

Though she did ignore her old friends, every now and then Julianna could be seen with Ginevra, whom she could tolerate and unlike Ron, Harry and Hermione she did not consider as a kid sister, but more as a friend for the most part.

Or when she couldn't find someone else to chat with, anyways.

Not that Ginevra minded that, as when she did get to talk to Ron, he usually left 5 minutes later leaving her to go find Neville.

Julie had been sitting in the library, working on her Charms homework when Ron arrived, and plopped down next to her.

"Julie, I have to ask you something." He stated, not noticing she didn't exactly want him there.

Glaring hatefully, she dropped her quill to the table top, "What?"

"Why are you hanging around with the Slytherins so much..?" Ron asked, which Julie could only think make him sound completely idiotic.

"Because Ron, I'm a Slytherin incase you didn't notice by my robes, or when the sorting hat called out Slytherin." She snapped, pulling at her robes for emphasis.

"No, I mean.., I know you're a Slytherin and all but still, you shouldn't be hanging around with them. You aren't meant to be a Slytherin, we all know that, so I don't understand why you're always with Slytherins. They're not trustworthy people, Julie, and they definitely aren't who you want to be seen with." Ron stated, frowning as he stared at her

"Actually, Ronald, that's where you're mistaken," she spat, "Obviously, I am meant to be a Slytherin considering that's exactly where I was placed, and I'm always with Slytherins because I am a Slytherin and I enjoy being with my friends, in Slytherin, and there is nobody else I'd rather be seen with so you can take your disgusting thoughts about Slytherins and shove them up your ass." She spat viciously, before she gathered her bag, and shoved her things into them in a not-so-careful manner. And, swinging the bag over her shoulder she stormed out, shooting one last glare at the wide-eyed, open-mouthed, freckle-faced redhead that was still sitting there in the chair.

She was outraged as she stalked through the halls, shoving through people as though they weren't there.

By the time she had entered the Slytherin Common Room she had calmed, but by only the slightest bit as she sat down on the green sofa, throwing her bag down and wishing very much to be able to beat Ron's freckled face in.

"Julie! What's up I thought you were working on your Charms' essay?" Chelsea called from the stairs leading from the Girls' Dormitories as she came into view, bounding down the last of them and tossing herself onto the floor before the sofa where Julie sat, staring up at her friend.

"Ron." She answered bluntly, sparing Chelsea a brief glance.

"Ooh.. What did he do?" Chelsea continued, curiosity getting the best of her.

"According to him, Slytherin's aren't to be trusted and aren't the people I want to be seen with. He can shut his bloody mouth though." Julie explained with a shrug.

"What...? Wait, doesn't he know that your house colors are green and silver? Not red and gold..?" Chelsea inquired, puzzled.

"I don't think he's realized it yet." Julie muttered as Pansy and Blaise entered, sitting down in armchairs.

"We saw Weasley." Blaise said the second he glanced at Julie, "And Granger, Potter, and the Weaselette." He added, nodding as though it were the most astonishing fact in the world.

"Weasley was ranting about you, saying you'd insisted You-Know-Who should be worshipped and the likes, that you completely agreed with everything he did and thought it was all just, and you were seriously considering the life of a Death Eater when you were of age, and he should, too and that then you began shrieking about how us Slytherins were all best because we all agreed with that stuff, and had the same opinion." Pansy stated, a glint of amusement detected on her face, though the look Julie held was anything but amusement.

"Are you kidding me? I'll murder him!" Julie cried, jumping up and dashing toward the portrait hole, stopped only because Draco had taken that moment to enter, and seized her quickly by the upper arms, as Pansy instructed him to "Get her, Draco, quick!" and dragged her back to the couch, looking confused.

"Weasley's been saying things, and you know how her temper is." Chelsea explained as Draco brought his gaze to rest on her.

"Ah, yes, you must learn to control your beastly temper, my dear girl." Draco spoke mockingly, only getting himself kicked lightly by the girl he was still gripping tightly, knowing full well she would dash out of the common room were he to let go.

"Speaking of Weasleys, however, why on earth were you with them on the train, anyways? And I heard there was only one set of Weasley twins." He added, the confusion falling upon his pale, pointed face once more.

"I was with them because I've lived there since I was 5 years old. I'm not going to explain it now, because even I don't know the whole story so it wouldn't make much sense with big blank spots all over the place, and there is only one set of twins. Fred and George. Ginevra's a year younger, but her mum made a fuss about her being plenty smart to begin school this year that they let her test and what do you know? Turns out she was perfectly bright enough to begin a year early. I suppose living with 6 older brothers does have it's advantages, then." Julie explained, all the while struggling to get out of her housemates grip.

"You live with.. them? That has to... suck." Blaise concluded blatantly, "I'll have to see to it that you come and stay with me this summer, along with Pansy, Chelsea and Draco of course." He added hastily, noting the mock-hurt look that appeared on Draco's face when he invited Julie along for the summer.

Grinning, Julie plopped herself back down onto the sofa as Draco finally released her from his tight grasp, and he too fell into sitting position, though it was on the floor near Chelsea.

"I'm.. hungry." Julie exclaimed a moment later to break the silence, and murmurs of agreement rose amongst the friends as they stood and strolled off towards the Great Hall for lunch, passing easily through the halls that were mostly inhabited with frightened looking Hufflepuff fellow first years who sped quickly out of the way of the green-and-silver dressed four as they swiftly made their way to the Great Hall, taking seats at the end of the table, as they'd been doing since the year had begun, about 3 weeks ago.

"How in the world can a..mudblood such as Granger be top of classes?" Draco spat out angrily as he dug into the food he had piled onto his plate.

"Well it's obvious, she cheats of course." Pansy replied, tucking her short black hair out of her face.

"How can she cheat Pansy?" Blaise retorted, looking highly amused at her answer, though she set her pug-like face in a smug look as she continued on, "It's called magic Blaise, haven't you heard of it before? Spells, Potions, just about anything. There's no way a mudblood could be so bright. She's obviously cheating."

"Good point," Praised Blaise, chugging down a bit of Pumpkin Juice, "But she'd have to be smart to figure out the spells or make the potion, now wouldn't she?"

Looking perplexed, and apparantly unable to answer, Pansy stood up with an air of annoyance, "I've got homework to work on." She declared before leaving the great hall in a huff.

"Y'know, on the train she was all over you. Like you two were engaged or something, but now it's just like you're simply friends." Julie noticed, staring questioningly at Draco, who answered with a shrug and a chuckle, "That's because she thought you, Weaselette or Granger wanted to shag me, and I suppose it made her feel.. protective, shut up," He added with a glare as Julie began choking on her pumpkin juice caught in laughter.

"Protective? She's protective over you! Why"

"Because I've known her for, nearly, ever and Pansy's a bit.. attached to me..yes, that's the word. Attached. And when she thinks there's a girl who, well, wants me she tends to feel the need to act..um.."

"Slutty?" Chelsea filled in with a wide, toothy grin that showed off the aqua-and-dark pink braces she wore

"Yeah.. slutty. I guess." He muttered, glancing quickly around him as though to make certain Pansy wasn't standing there listening to him calling her a slut.

"That doesn't exactly explain it too well, though. How did you two end up meeting anyways?" Chelsea added, leaning forward and placing her elbows on the table as Draco's voice was rather quiet and she was having trouble hearing all that well.

Sending her a glare that had made the Hufflepuff First Years scamper, he did the same as Pansy by standing from the table with an annoyed expression.

"You're nosy. How I met Pansy, or why she acts like a complete whore around others, really doesn't concern you. It's no secret and I don't care to yell it to the whole school but it's rather rude of you to go poking your nose into business that isn't yours." He snapped before storming off to the Slytherin common room.

Staring, wide-eyed, at Blaise and Julie, Chelsea crinkled her nose as though there were dung under it, before asking completely puzzled and somewhat offended, "And just what exactly is his problem?" Before her gaze traveled to the Gryffindor table, where a pair of blue eyes were staring coldly at the spot where they sat. Childishly, Chelsea stuck her tongue out at the owner, Ron, while crossing her eyes in an even more child-like movement.

"Julie really ought to pick better friends." Ron seethed, looking away from the girl who had been acting like a 3 year old upon spotting him staring.

"She had us, why go and get a bunch of.. Slytherins..to hang out with. I mean, even though she's in that house I wouldn't of minded her hanging around when we did get to see her. Not her fault the hat made one screw up, after all." He added with a look of distaste, before finally shooting one last peeved look at the back of Julie's head before he headed off to bed as Ginevra and Hermione had done awhile ago, Harry being quick to follow him.

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Well, it was longer than the others.

And we got more look into the characters

Julie isn't related to the Weasley's, don't fret over that.

And they consider eachother more friends than family.

Molly Weasley is Mrs. Weasley to her, even after 6 years of living in the house ((On and off, anyways. later her story will be brought into more detail.))

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