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Chapter Two: Why Everyone Hates Slytherins

"You're late," I drawled as Ronaldo finally entered the library. Fuck, I have been sitting here for what – fifteen minutes! He was going to pay for wasting my time.

"Miss Marlow what have I told you about smoking in the library?" Madame Pince shrieked at woman. Ugh, I quickly put out my dying fag on the carpet only to receive another shriek. "Not on the carpet! What have I told you! Oh I should throw you out of here!"

"Madame," I called. "I am sure you don't want me to fail potions because another teacher refused to give me the resources for my education."

She muttered something about rich, slytherin smart aleck but I shrugged it off.

Ronaldo sat down practically tossing his books my way. "Excuse me, but where were you?" I began absentmindedly twiddling a lock of hair in between my fingers. "Perhaps sweeping Granger off her feet? Or what about that other girl, hm, Lovegood was it? Oh and how is your sister dealing with single life?"

"No!" he said hotly. "Hermione's too pissed off with men right now."

"Oh dear why?"

"Ugh, who knows?" he covered his face with his hands.

"Pride isn't it?" I said playing therapist, because let's face it, everyone loves sincerity and once you fake that you have it made. Oh jeez I feel like a predator, feeding off the weak and vulnerable for rather pointless knowledge.

"Like you wouldn't believe."

"Did she have a crush on Potter?"

He stared at me and I thought 'oh great he broke the trance oh well it is a matter of time' but know. This was the day I discover Weasley is daft because he said . . ."Do you really think so?"

"You tell me," I tried not to snicker.

"I've never really thought about it."

"Anyway," I said, opening my potions book, this had to get done sometime. "So about the potions assignment –"

"Oh my god."

"Huh?" I looked up at him.

Ronaldo was staring at me flabbergasted. "Oh my god!" he stood up and repeated the outburst slamming his fists on the table.

"Mr. Weasley!" he forget my number one (okay maybe second or third) rule; always listen. So he went on ranting.

"You just raped my mind!" he shouted at me.

"What?" this was certainly the most creative thing I've heard in a while.

"Hermione told me about you! Marlow! You just raped information from me! Oh my god!" I was just staring at him wondering what the fuck was going on.

"Mr. Weasley that is enough!" Madame Pince threw him out and gave me a dirty look.

"What no cigarettes!" I said throwing my hands up. "Besides you know how gryffindors are."

"Yes, I do."

I decided it was probably best to actually try and do the potions homework but I see the powers that be had other plans. Harry Potter came storming into the library moments later.

"Who do you think you are?" he shouted at me.

"Well last time I checked I was a Marlow, in slytherin, a girl, why do you ask?"

I think I saw steam come out of his ears. "What did you do to Ron?"

"Mr. Potter don't shout!" again, Wonderboy like Ronaldo ignored the rule.

"I didn't do anything to Ronaldo, it isn't like he told me your password. Which I already know."

"So what did he tell you?"

"Ah, that information will cost you," I said with a cheeky grin. "And running in here shouting at me when you don't even remember my name isn't getting you very far."

"Mr. Potter I will have to ask you to leave!"

"Oh and tell Ronaldo to meet me here same time tomorrow," I called.

"Sod off!"

"Language, Mr. Potter!"

I shrugged my shoulders and put my hands behind my head. "Madame Pince I wouldn't worry about it, everyone hates slytherins."

I did some work for about a half and hour then said fuck it, the rest is for Ronaldo. I left the library but on the stairs someone shouted my name. I turned around and saw Pansy coming towards me.

"Is Draco dating anyone?"

"What will you give me if I tell you?"

"A makeover."

I laughed, "Do you really think I need it?"

"You look like a goblin."

"Well apparently I'm a rapist too. I mind raped Weasley in the library."

"How did it feel?"

"Oh my god, Pansy."

"So do we have a deal on the makeover or not?"

"To be executed at my discretion."

"Alright."

"Deal."

"Well is he single or not?"

"He is stag and in playboy mode." you might wonder how I know this. Well at lunch I was helping some slytherin boys with a list of girls who were bangable. We do it every term and we see which guy nails the most girls or which girl is easiest, lots of betting happens and they couldn't do it without the brain.

"Wonderful." she skipped off.

I continued to walk down to the dungeons when I spotted someone. Someone rather special to me in a twisted sort of way. Justin Finch-Fletchley, the little muggleborn himself. Not that I pester him about it too much (unlike Draco and Granger) but he is my favorite hufflepuff.

"Why Justin, what are you doing down here?" I asked smoothly walking up to him.

He spun around and he got that look on his face when you see the person you didn't know you were looking for. "Hello Xan."

"Looking for me by any chance?"

"Y-yes," he said nervously.

"Why?"

"I didn't um, get to see you before vacation. I wanted to know how you were?"

I smirked, he was so . . . innocent? No. . . something else oh well. I am taller than he is by just a bit or at least I present taller. I continued to walk towards him pushing him up against the dungeons wall and began to kiss him. Damn that felt good.

He kissed back which is what I love about my little hufflepuff masochist. I had a fucking terrible vacation and I am sure Justin could sense that because I was kissing him so bloody hard. I hard someone coming so I shoved him behind a suit of armor fixtures (we have those down here) and whipped my mouth free of spit and fumbled for a cigarette as a cover.

"What are you doing, Marlow?" I looked up and saw Teddy and Draco walking towards me, along with the brutes (crabbe and goyle, brutes for hirer by the way, we all use them) who appeared to be dragging someone.

"Smoking, you?"

"Oh," Draco looked a little too pleased with himself. "We found a little spy lurking around the dungeons."

"What?" I asked flately.

"Weasley," he and the brutes brought forth a silenced Ronaldo.

"Oh jesus," I undid the spell and heard Ronaldo out.

"Bloody hell, Marlow! I was just trying to get the fucking potions work! Fuck get these slobs off me!"

I rolled my eyes and motioned for the brutes to let him go. "He is my potions partner, you can't sodomize him yet, Draco."

"Mph fine, wait what!"

I chuckled and watched him get all red in the face. Weasley laughed. "The joke wasn't for you Ronaldo."

"Ronaldo? What?" he looked at me and I didn't look back.

"Well, Teddy, Draco," I said, "move along now, it isn't like I'm taking Weasley here into the common room we just need to chat." I glanced over to where I had hid Justin. He is good friends with gryffindors, I bet he is sweating like a nervous wreck. My slytherin brothers left and faced Ronaldo.

"What is so important that you ventured into enemy territory?" I asked.

"You took all the potions work."

"You left it there after you ran out screaming rape and had Potter come defend you."

"Harry doesn't defend me!" he shouted. His voice echoed and I think I have found Weasley's soft spot. "I came down here on my own!"

"Fine, fine, fine," I said. "Meet me tomorrow in the library same time and we'll finish the paperwork."

"But I have quidditch practice."

"Ravenclaw takes the pitch after you, you will meet me on time."

"Fine," Ronaldo said and he stormed away.

"Oh and Ronaldo," I shouted. He turned and gave me this look like what-the-hell-are-you-calling-me. "I wouldn't come down here if I were you. You're not savvy enough." he just stormed off.

I pulled Justin out from hiding. "Now where were we?"

I was pissed, no I was beyond pissed I was infuriated and infuriated along with other extreme emotions does not look good on me. I had been stood up! Bloody Weasley had stood me up! I was going down to the pitch as we speak, well not the pitch gryffindor locker room and I was going to drag Weasley out by the hair because NO ONE stands up Xan Marlow.

When I got there it was evident that their practice had been long over. I walked up the steps to the locker rooms and I could already see red hair. I leaned against the doorway and watched Ronaldo take his time searching for his clothes. He was in a towel and didn't look terribly impressive muscle wise. Justin could beat him and that is a sad fact.

"I wonder what was is so bloody important about those pants, Weasley."

He spun around and was obviously shocked. He started gaping like a fish and flailing around, shouting and what not and the next thing I know, I am staring at a natural redhead.

After the initial shock, I took it in a stride and watched him get redder than communist china. I lit up a cigarette and began explaining to him. "Weasley, I don't know who you think you are dealing with but you are not taking this assignment seriously." he reached for his pants but I accio-ed them towards me. People are most vulnerable when they are naked. "Weasley, you aren't listening. You start taking this seriously, or I am going to arrange for a little tap-dance on your face. Is that clear? I –"

Suddenly I was struck with some sort up hex and thrown out of the locker rooms all the way out onto the dark grass. Fuck that hurt! And I lost my cigarette. Fuck!

"Who do you think you are? You slimy slytherin slag!" ooh creative. I got to my feet and calmly dusted myself off. Potter came storming out towards me. "You think you can just come in here and start harassing Ron? No, who you are but –"

"That's right you don't know who I am, Potter," I said, extending my own wand. "You should do your homework potter because I will bury you if you keep interfering with the simplest of affaires."

That was when he turned my hair red. Weasley red. That mother fucking muggle-lover. This war. He when back into the lockerroom and locked the door and I stared at a lock of my hair. "I can't believe this."

So like the clever genius I am, I decided to use this little disguise to my advantage. I saw the infamous photographer Colin Creevey taking shots of the ravenclaw practice and I approached him.

"Hi, um, Colin, right?" I asked using my best gryffindor voice.

"Oh hi," he said blushing a little. This boy was obviously still a virgin.

"I know this is weird but, you know Harry Potter right?"

"Yes," he said puffing his chest out a bit. "We are good friends."

"So you must see him in the dorms right? I mean when no one else does. I was wondering, if I paid you some galleons, could you take pictures of him for me?"

"Why not just ask him, he is coming out of the lockerrooms any minute."

"No I don't want those types of photos everyone has those. I mean the hard shots that no one ever sees. Him singing the shower, doing crazy things, being silly you know, the really harry potter. You are the only one I can think of with the skills to really capture that. I would give you anything you asked for a whole roll of them."

"I-I-I would love to do that," he stuttered amazed that some girl thought he was cool. "For like, ten galleons or so?"

"Deal. When do you think you'll have them by?"

"Um. . . day after tomorrow?"

"Perfect," I gave him a kiss on the cheek then walked away.

This is war Potter and I will bury you.

Author's Note: well there is chapter two! A little warfare going on here and I bet the whole Justin affaire was a bit of a surprise. Anyway, I hope you liked it and I appreciate feedback!