Cold Hard Bitch
I don't own Harry Potter, but I do own some Bertie Bott's every flavor beans. Yummmm
Stella's POV
As I walked away I already knew that Draco was thinking about why Hermione had lied to him about the party.
As I headed towards the potions class room, I sensed someone that wasn't my brother.
Damn, Filch. I really don't like that guy. I concentrated hard.
He was looking for ...for...a student...who is hiding.
Shit...Stuart is trapped. Okay, what can I break? I saw in my mind a canister, and before I know it I hear a crash in the potions class room
I know Filch hears it because I hear him scurrying to find the culprit.
"Stu ...psst... Stu" my brother hopped down from the ceiling.
"Thanks"
"No problem but lets go before we get caught"
We ran the rest of the way to the Gryffindor tower.
As we approached a portrait of a fat lady in a hideous pink dress was eyeing us.
"Snicker belly" my brother said before she had time to comment
As we walked into the common room the party was in full swing: there were people dancing (or grinding), on each, couples making out, fire whisky being happily passed around.
And I thought these Gryffindors were goody-two shoes.
"I can't sense him" I hissed to my brother annoyed Ron was not around.
"I think he went to the kitchens for some eats"
"Well I'm going to mingle
"Please stay out of trouble" my brother pleaded. I rolled my eyes.
He's such a worry wart.
"Hi" a voice slurred behind me said
"Hi...um can I help you?"
"No" this guy was obviously drunk out his gourd.
I so don't have time for this. I pushed past him but he grabbed my wrist.
"Let go, dipshit, your hurting me"
"No I wanna dance" the drunk slurred.
"Well she doesn't" said a very strong voice. I turned and saw Harry, not who I was looking for but I might as well put my plan into action.
"Sorry haaare I didn't know see was with you"
He let go of my wrist and staggered away.
"Thank you" I said looking straight into his eyes.
He held my hand. I was getting a clear read now.
"Are you okay?" he led me over to a couch were there was a couple making out
"Yeah um I'm fine"
"You look familiar do I know you?"
"I'm Stuart's sister. I'm in Slytherin house" as soon as I said that his face dropped
"Oh...well I'm glad that your all right. I should go"
Even though he didn't want to he got up and left, but there was no hiding it Harry has a crush on me.
And I was going to make him sorry for walking away.
I soon felt Ron's presence and five seconds later he walked in through the portrait hole. Luckily for me slightly sober.
I waited for him to be alone, then I got up from the couch with the still kissing couple and sat next to him near the bar.
"Hi" he said his eyes slowly closing
"Hi, I'm Stella. What's your name?"
I had to mentally kick myself as so not to laugh at the feelings he was sending out, and they were quite explicit and creative.
"Ronald weasley... umm do you want to come up to my dorm?"
How bout not.
"No I'm fine" disappointment was written all through his face but didn't seem to shake his perverse thoughts.
"Do you want to snog then?"
What the hell is a snog? "Huh?"
"Oh you're American" duh dickweed "you guys say make out. Do you want to make out?"
He said it as if I didn't understand English. I couldn't help it I started laughing.
Here we are speaking the same language and not understanding each other. Who wouldn't find it funny?
He looked at me as if I were rude but suddenly figured out what I was laughing at and started laughing also.
That continued for about a few minutes. He was still thinking about snogging me.
Oh what the hell.
I don't own Harry Potter, but I do own some Bertie Bott's every flavor beans. Yummmm
Stella's POV
As I walked away I already knew that Draco was thinking about why Hermione had lied to him about the party.
As I headed towards the potions class room, I sensed someone that wasn't my brother.
Damn, Filch. I really don't like that guy. I concentrated hard.
He was looking for ...for...a student...who is hiding.
Shit...Stuart is trapped. Okay, what can I break? I saw in my mind a canister, and before I know it I hear a crash in the potions class room
I know Filch hears it because I hear him scurrying to find the culprit.
"Stu ...psst... Stu" my brother hopped down from the ceiling.
"Thanks"
"No problem but lets go before we get caught"
We ran the rest of the way to the Gryffindor tower.
As we approached a portrait of a fat lady in a hideous pink dress was eyeing us.
"Snicker belly" my brother said before she had time to comment
As we walked into the common room the party was in full swing: there were people dancing (or grinding), on each, couples making out, fire whisky being happily passed around.
And I thought these Gryffindors were goody-two shoes.
"I can't sense him" I hissed to my brother annoyed Ron was not around.
"I think he went to the kitchens for some eats"
"Well I'm going to mingle
"Please stay out of trouble" my brother pleaded. I rolled my eyes.
He's such a worry wart.
"Hi" a voice slurred behind me said
"Hi...um can I help you?"
"No" this guy was obviously drunk out his gourd.
I so don't have time for this. I pushed past him but he grabbed my wrist.
"Let go, dipshit, your hurting me"
"No I wanna dance" the drunk slurred.
"Well she doesn't" said a very strong voice. I turned and saw Harry, not who I was looking for but I might as well put my plan into action.
"Sorry haaare I didn't know see was with you"
He let go of my wrist and staggered away.
"Thank you" I said looking straight into his eyes.
He held my hand. I was getting a clear read now.
"Are you okay?" he led me over to a couch were there was a couple making out
"Yeah um I'm fine"
"You look familiar do I know you?"
"I'm Stuart's sister. I'm in Slytherin house" as soon as I said that his face dropped
"Oh...well I'm glad that your all right. I should go"
Even though he didn't want to he got up and left, but there was no hiding it Harry has a crush on me.
And I was going to make him sorry for walking away.
I soon felt Ron's presence and five seconds later he walked in through the portrait hole. Luckily for me slightly sober.
I waited for him to be alone, then I got up from the couch with the still kissing couple and sat next to him near the bar.
"Hi" he said his eyes slowly closing
"Hi, I'm Stella. What's your name?"
I had to mentally kick myself as so not to laugh at the feelings he was sending out, and they were quite explicit and creative.
"Ronald weasley... umm do you want to come up to my dorm?"
How bout not.
"No I'm fine" disappointment was written all through his face but didn't seem to shake his perverse thoughts.
"Do you want to snog then?"
What the hell is a snog? "Huh?"
"Oh you're American" duh dickweed "you guys say make out. Do you want to make out?"
He said it as if I didn't understand English. I couldn't help it I started laughing.
Here we are speaking the same language and not understanding each other. Who wouldn't find it funny?
He looked at me as if I were rude but suddenly figured out what I was laughing at and started laughing also.
That continued for about a few minutes. He was still thinking about snogging me.
Oh what the hell.