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Chapter 2: Hogwarts...My home.
I woke up early in the morning, feeling a bit peachy with a huge headache as well. I felt the side of my head and felt the bump from yesterday going down. I sighed of relief; thank Merlin it was going down. I hate faking that things don't hurt me. But it is what I must do; otherwise people will pry into your world and ask numerous questions then call you insufferable things. They will call you selfish, a brat, and a bitch. But have they ever been in my position? Do they not know what goes on my life? I don't act like these things on purpose; I'm not thick-headed. It's simple really; my parents don't… love me. It's a fact. I swear, once I turn seventeen they will surely kick me out. I am forever doing something wrong. I try my hardest to be a good kid, I really do. In a sense I am a good kid. I haven't done anything remotely wrong, besides stealing galleons and getting numerous detentions in school to get attention...okay maybe they are wrong, but I don't do anything to put anyone in danger, except for myself. I haven't even kissed a guy yet. I am squeaky clean in that area. I could have had so many times to shag or snog blokes, but I just knew that, that would disappoint my parents. I already disappoint my parents enough, why should I give them another reason? They don't trust me at all, they think I'm a scarlet woman, and I am forever doing ' naughty ' things. Hello! I'm fucking clean! I have sexual frustration, does that not mean anything? No. Oh yeah you know why? Because do they ever fucking talk to me? No! They barely ask me how my day is going before they get annoyed and tell me to shut up and go do something. In studies, it shows that if parents do not show encouragement or love in an early age and around the teenage period, they become depressed and lose faith in themselves. Well, that has already happened to me huh? You might think it's silly that I'm depressed just because my parents don't love me. You're wrong. It means the world to me, these are the people who brought me into this world, and they barely look my way. I don't care for anyone but myself, and my family. They don't know it, but I love them deeply. If I'm a brat, or a selfish bitch, then so be it. If I put my attention all on my parents and don't do almost everything they ask for, it's just how I am; it's hard for me to change. You try getting rid of your filthy habits. Hard huh? Definitely.
I got up and walked towards my mirror and saw my reflection staring back at me. I looked like utter shit. I sighed in deeply and then my eyes lit up, the few times that they did. I was going to Hogwarts today; the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was my home. My solace. My security. I looked into my wardrobe and picked out some comfortable clothes, I don't care what other people think of me. If they don't like me, fine I'll be a bitch to you. If you like me, I will be your best friend and always be there for you. Because friends should always be there for you but then again I don't trust anyone either. I lost trust long time ago. My old self was; loud, crazy, odd, and believe it or not funny. I was the clown and loved every minute of it. I love making people laugh and love being the life of the party. But it all changed. I still am like that, I disguise myself. I hide how I am underneath. I show my old self to the world and never, ever show my real self to anyone besides me. Even my three best friends do not know of my depressive state. They are totally oblivious, yet the closest one to me in the group of the four, is starting to notice. I don't know how much longer I can lie. But I can always try. I grabbed a black hoodie and some loose black sweats with my converse that had stuff written all over them. I went into the bathroom across the hall and took a long, steamy shower to get rid off the pain of the slaps and beatings I had gotten the night before. I put a dry spell on my hair which made is flow perfectly, but I put it up in a messy bun instead and put on the clothes I had brought it. I was just about to open up the door to go back into my room and get ready to leave the house when Ron opened up the bathroom door and looked at me in a disgusted way.
" What? " I asked not really wanting to start fighting early in the morning.
He looked at me and his eyes narrowed. "Nothing."
"Okay." I tried to walk past him to go back to my room, but he was blocking it.
I sighed exasperatedly. I do not want to get pissed early in the morning and get blamed for it, as always. "Move. " I said through gritted teeth. He didn't budge, he is really trying to annoy me huh? Well it was sure as hell was working!
"Move!" I pushed him this time, but not roughly, just to move him aside.
He took that in an offense I knew it, because at the right moment he pushed me into the wall, which made my head bang against the door at the exact same spot where my bump was.
"Bitch" He hissed and pushed me out of the bathroom while he closed the door.
I stumbled and felt hot tears streaming down my cheeks, it barely took two seconds to make me cry, yet I only cried over family. I tried really hard not to fight back, I didn't want to get in trouble again. I wiped my tears fiercely, and stalked to my room.
"Fucking idiot! Always trying to provoke me and get me in trouble! " I said out loud to myself. Oh yes did I tell you? I talk to myself out loud quite a lot, Insane? Maybe.
My cheeks were flushed, and I looked like I was out in the sun for far too long, I took a deep breathe and shrugged it off and gathered my things such as; my trunk and my mini-back pack which looked more like a brief case. I kept my most precious things in that bag. My books. To be exact my Fantasy and Romance books. I slung it over my head so it rested on my hip and the strap was between my breasts. I looked around my room and went downstairs to see if I would be getting breakfast today.
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We're in the car, and I'm glad I got in the right side of the car, I like the right. Don't ask me why, I just do. If I'm not on the right I feel odd. Ron was sitting on the left side of the car, staring out the window like I was in the backseat next to him. Mother and Father were in the front, they were taking us to Platform 9 3/4. Mother had her lips pursed, as if she was thinking of killing someone, Father just looked uptight and tired for working so many hours.
We arrived and I immediately felt butterflies in my stomach. Hogwarts! I said to myself in my head and smiled. We put our trunks on board the scarlet, steaming Hogwarts Express and Ron and I were heading back to our parents to say our goodbyes. I was walking ahead of Ron and started to turn towards my Mother, when my Mother basically pushed me aside and grabbed Ron and hugged him with a bone-crushing hug. I felt the tears well up in my eyes, why didn't she ever hug me like that? I shrugged it off and blinked a few times to get rid of the tears. After years of hearing and looking at these things, I still cry but I learn to get over it fairly quickly. My Mother looked at me and smiled and waved bye before giving Ron one more kiss. I sighed. I get a wave, how bloody nice. We both boarded the Hogwarts Express and immediately Ron saw his two best friends, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. They were fairly nice, but didn't talk to me much. Everyone had this crazy idea that I fancied the great Harry Potter...okay maybe I had a crush in my first year, but Merlin's beard! I'm a sixth year now, I have grown out of my silly crushes, and now have mounted to Japanese characters. Sad really that I think cartoons are hot, when they aren't even bloody real! I told you, I had sexual frustration. I'm not one of those girls who likes a guy, gets with him and shags him senseless. I mean that's all right if you do, but that is just not me. I'm a bit more classy. The guy has to approach me, and we must fall madly in love then shag after a year or so. But this sexual frustration does make me pervy and on the edge. I am forever talking about shagging boys. I really need to get a boyfriend. I laughed lightly to myself and went to sit inside a compartment by myself. It took about a whole five minutes when my three best friends came barging in and hugging me like I was dying. I loved that. At least some people cared. I was happy but it's so hard to show happiness openly now, so it seems like I'm faking it, which I sort of am. So I smacked on a fake smile and hugged them back.
Emily Thompson the eldest of the group, was already seventeen and so incredibly pretty. She had olive skin, with big brown eyes and silky black hair that came beneath her shoulders. She was girly and preppy, nothing like me at all.
Her sister who is my best friend, more then the other two, who is younger than me is Sarah Thompson. She had slightly darker skin than her sisters and short silky black hair that came just above her shoulders that flipped from the ends. She was pretty as well. She was crazy and loud, so like the real me, or the old me?
The last one, Moraina Goldfield, was the youngest who was fifteen, was incredibly tall and looked very mature for her age; everyone thought she was about twenty. She was pretty as well, with the soft black hair that was slightly curly and reached her bra strap. She was serious and sarcastic, half of my personality.
" I have missed you like crazy! " Moraina cried and gave me a big wet kiss on my cheek. I wiped it off with a glare.
" Gross! "
" Aw, dear, how was the summer? " Emily asked with a smile and gave me a kiss on my cheek as well.
" Fine, I guess. " I tried to say in a convincing tone.
Sarah looked at me and beamed. " I have missed you so much, honey! How is my darling husband doing? "
I laughed. " Simply brilliant, my charming wife. " And she gave me kisses on both cheeks. We became best friends the first time we ever met each other and we would always bicker but love each other like sisters. Moraina and Emily always thought of us as an old married couple, so I decided to be the man, since I'm shorter than all of them it would be hilarious, and she was the woman, because of her height, which was tall. It made sense, really. And we loved it. They all sat down in the compartment and we paired off how we usually did. Moraina and Emily were closer and Sarah and I were closer. I hated it, but I guess we all just got along like that. We talked about endless things and our summer, I left a lot out but they didn't know. No one needs to know about my personal life. It was rubbish, so what if my life sucks? I don't need anyone's pity. I grew a bit tired with all the smiling and laughing, so I left the compartment.
" Hey, I'll be back. I just need to freshen up a bit. " I said. They all nodded my way and I left. I walked around the train and found an empty compartment. I stepped in and relaxed on the cushion of the seat, staring out the window. It was raining. I loved the rain. It was so depressing, so dreary. So gloomy. I loved it. My thoughts were interrupted when someone called my name in a disgusting way.
"Well if it isn't the ugly weasel." A cold voice said by the compartment door. I rolled my eyes and sighed. My life really does suck doesn't it? I turned and looked in the silver eyes of Draco Malfoy. I gasped a bit, realizing that Draco Malfoy has gotten... gorgeous. He was tall about six foot two, with broad shoulders and long shaggy hair that was right above his shoulders, which he didn't slick back anymore. He was a God, the Slytherin Sex God. He was sneering my way, and I hit myself mentally. Sexual Frustration! Damn you!
" Go away, Malfoy. "I said not wanting to start a quarrel.
He leaned against the doorway putting his hands in his front pockets of his black slacks, his white crisp shirt was tucked in and his tie was hanging loosely.
" 'Fraid I can't do that Red, this is my compartment. " he glared.
I sighed. The Gods don't like me do they? I stood up. " Fine. "
His eyes got wide. I walked right past him when I felt someone grabbing my wrist and spun me around on his lean chest. I looked up into the cold-grey eyes and stared at the swirls in a morbid fascination.
" What's wrong with you, Weaslette? " He asked with curiosity. I was so close to his body it was giving me shivers. My god, no one ever gave me shivers. What the hell was happening?
" Nothing. " I replied.
He snorted. " Nothing? Doesn't seem like nothing. "
I glared. " Leave me alone, Mal-foy. "
" Touchy are we? " He let go and pushed me back into the compartment. I stumbled and glared. Why is everyone pushing me! Just because I'm short doesn't mean anything! I'm about 5'1 by the way. Short? Heck ya.
" Sit. " He ordered and pointed the seat across his. I looked bewildered. What was he playing at?
" Malfoy, Do you realize that I am a Weasley. " I asked him like he was five years old.
" Yes. " He said through gritted teeth. " I just want to know what's wrong. "
" Why the bloody hell do you care? " I said putting my hands on my hips with my lips pursed.
He looked at me. " Because I saw your eyes, they looked...empty."
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My best friends and I entered The Great Hall, and I felt significantly better, seeing as what happened on the train. We sat on the Gryffindor table and Dumbledore made his usual speech. His beard had gotten longer and he tied it with a ribbon. His half moon glasses were at the tip of his long crooked nose, and he had a twinkle in his eye that I had lost years ago, apparently Malfoy was the only one who noticed. Fuck! How could he see? I hid it pretty well! Even my best friends don't know what's going on. After he told me my eyes looked empty, I was frightened and ran out of the compartment into mine and acted as if nothing happened. The food appeared and I smiled contently. Food. All mine, and no one can take it from me.
" So like, I forgot my eyeliner and I looked utterly horrible! " Emily said. I rolled my eyes and laughed. She was so girly.
I joined in, putting in a few jokes and acting very immature with Sarah. We both stuck straws in our noses and crossed our eyes, laughing heartily. Why was I so depressed, even with great friends? Moraina rolled her eyes but laughed anyway. I was about to grab another piece of steak when I felt an odd sensation on my back, someone was looking at me. I turned around to see who was looking when my eyes locked with the silver orbs. He smirked at me, then turned away and began eating talking to his fellow classmates. His smirk, wasn't just a smirk. The smirk he gave me said a whole lot. It said, It's not over Weasley, I will find out, even if I have to do drastic things. Yep, all that in one smirk. Great. Simply Great. I sighed for the millionth time that day.
We all finished eating and headed to Gryffindor Tower and said the password to the Fat Lady. We walked into the common room, and I felt wonderful, my home, I'm back! It was huge, with various couches and fluffy chairs that were burgundy and gold. Us four walked to the girl's dormitories and went to our dorms. It was huge as well, four-poster beds with burgundy curtain hangings and the walls and floors were gold and burgundy. I went to my bed, in the corner by the window. It gave me space whenever I wanted and the curtain hangings were a great thing too. We took off our clothes and changed into our pajamas. Sarah and I had the same ones. I had black shorts and a black tank top with broomsticks, whereas hers was red. Moraina and Emily had theirs matching, it was orange shorts and a orange tank top with golden snitches, whereas Emily's were pink. We all snuggled into our beds; I felt as ease and closed my eyes. But the feeling of dread was still lingering in my mind.
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(A/N: Thank you so much for the people who reviewed. I didn't know I would get quite a few reviews for such a short chapter. I promise they will get gradually longer with more interesting stuff. It's hard to write in first person, but it would be odd if it wasn't. Remember to check out my other story as well! It's totally different from this one; it's cute, sexy and funny. Dirty Dancing: Hogwarts Style. Now on to thank people who have reviewed!
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