A/N: Hi people of the world. Haley and Brittany here! We are posting our new story! It's really good. This is just the prologue though. It gets better! ENJOY!

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Prologue

Year One:

Tap…Tap… A pretty read head looked up from her Potions essay. Not seeing anything suspicious, besides the small white balls of paper, she returned to her essay. Tap…Tap… She lifted her head. Slowly, she turned in the direction in which the pieces of paper were being thrown.

Her eyes landed on Brand Stryker laughing with his friends. Merlin, how she despised that git. Getting up from her spot she walked behind a bookshelf. Brand began laughing harder, thinking that he had gotten rid of her. Parson grabbed the largest volume she could find off the nearest shelf. She walked up behind the chair where Brand was laughing hysterically. Parson raised the heavy book and….WHACK!

"OW! Bloody hell!" Brand yelled, he spun around and glared at Parson when he saw her," What do you want, Eberlee?"

"What do I want! I want you to leave me in peace so I can get my essay done," she yelled at him, anger plain in her hazel-green eyes.

He rolled his piercing blue eyes, " It was paper, Eberlee."

" Shhhh! Be quiet over there," said Madam Pince, sending the group nasty stares.

Not paying attention, Parson stated, " Well, you git, this is paper, too." Brand opened his mouth, and then closed it again. Uncertainty flashed over his handsome features.

"Well, that was…different," he said glaring at her as Parson smirked at him. Parson was about to come back with a snide remark, when the librarian came up to the two, with anger sketched across her facial features.

"I've given you a warning. Until you can stay quiet in a library, get out!" she whispered harshly. Both teens packed their bags and exited the library in a huff.

"Way to go, Stryker," said Parson, before retreating to the Gryffindor Tower.

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Year Three:

"Why does he have to be here? Just the sight of him is ruining this bright, sunny day," whined Parson to her best friend, Hallyn.

As she said this, Brand's head snapped to look at her from where he was sitting with his friends. He smirked, calling out, "You know I was just thinking the same thing Par-y." Parson cringed. She despised that nickname, which her sister had been calling her since they were young.

"Parson, please don't make a scene," begged Hallyn, after seeing that familiar hate build up in Parson's eyes whenever she saw Brand. Brand stood up and began throwing rocks into the lake, smiling at the ripples.

"Could you please stop doing that?" asked Parson, irritated.

He looked back at her, his smile faded. Glaring, he threw another rock into the water.

"No."

Parson stood up from her spot on the grass. " Parson, just forget it. Sit back down, please," pleaded Hallyn.

Brand turned more to the side and chucked more rocks into the water, glaring as she approached. Another smirk rose on his face at her obvious irritation.

"I thought I told you ever so politely to stop," Parson said, through clenched teeth.

"Am I supposed to care?" he asked, with a bored expression on his face.

This was all too much for Parson. She couldn't stand this boy. All her anger flew at him at once, and she pushed him into the lake. "Crap!" Brand yelled as he began to fall. At the last minute he grabbed onto Parson's hand and both tumbled into the water. Brand surfaced and laughed as Parson came up sputtering. "Wow, that's a good look for you, Par-y. The wet rat look. It fits your personality." He smiled falsely and then climbed out of the lake.

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Year Five:

Parson Eberlee walked down the corridors of Hogwarts, patrolling. She had just begun patrolling this year and was taking the responsibility very seriously. Making sure that she did exactly what she needed to was important the Parson, especially if she wanted to attain her ultimate goal: Head Girl.

She turned a corner and headed for the Dungeons. However, noises stopped her from reaching her destination. She looked around for the source of the noise. They were coming from inside an empty classroom. She crept towards the door. Parson took out her wand and turned the knob, bracing herself for what might be behind the door.

To her utter disgust she found two people pressed together against the wall. They didn't seem to care that she was standing right there, staring at them snogging. When she cleared her throat, they didn't do anything. Finally she spoke, "Okay, break it up." The two finally looked at her, irritation obvious on their faces. Parson gasped when she realized who one of the people was. Brand Stryker.

A look of disgust appeared on Parson pretty face. All of a sudden she felt really sick. She cleared her throat for the second time and said," Clear out. This is your first warning, if you get caught again I will talk to McGonagall and she will take away fifteen points from Ravenclaw and another fifteen points from Hufflepuff."

The Hufflepuff girl looked angrily at Parson, "Then I guess we won't get caught, will we?"

Brand rolled his eyes as the girl he had been snogging left the room. He turned his attention to Parson. Looking thoroughly miffed, he crossed his arms over his chest. He stared tiredly at her. Taking a step forward, Brand said coolly, "Just because you can't find an idiot dumb enough to snog you, doesn't mean that the rest of the world can't." He stepped closer, staring at her icily. "Keep it up and you never will find that idiot." Brand left the room calling back to her snidely, "Thanks for telling me that I'm supposed to start patrolling now."

Year Six:

Brand walked into the Transfiguration classroom with his friends, Fletcher Clery and Kaison Wemyss. He smiled and nodded recognition at a group of people, who said hi to him. He turned when he heard someone say the name "Eberlee" in a snide way.

There was Parson with a glare plastered on her face and her blond haired friend, Hallyn Scarret, with a terrified look. Right in front of them was Alex Snider, his greasy hair dangling in his face. He seemed to be teasing them and was obviously bothering Parson.

Brand raised his eyebrow, ready to see what would unfurl. The next thing he knew Parson had her wand raised and was ready to fire at Snider. Brand whipped out his own wand and aimed it at Parson. Snider had never been an especially awful person, so Brand decided to help him.

A burst of sparks let everyone know that Parson had just sent a hex towards Alex, and the yelp that came after them confirmed anyone's doubts. Brand tried to remember what the reverse spell to pussing welts was. He could remember it, even though Parson used it many times on him. Finally, he remembered. He pointed his wand directly at Alex Snider, and was about to say the reverse spell when...

"Mr. Stryker, you will kindly refrain from continuing what you were about to do to Mr. Snider. Mr. Ligess, please help Mr. Snider to the Hospital Wing," Professor Tellown directed his students. The teens did what they were told and at the end of class Professor Tellown called the Brand and Parson up to his desk. "I would have expected better from two Prefects. Fifty points will be taken away from both of your houses for what you have done and you will be serving detention with me tonight."

Brand's eyes widened, "Professor, I didn't do anything. I was trying to reverse the curse and then-." his voice died out when he saw the look Tellown was giving him. Parson smirked at him.

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Detention was a living hell for Brand. Parson and him had to every inch of the floor of the Great Hall. It didn't make it any better with Parson complaining about everything. Brand tried to tune her out, but so far it wasn't working for him.

"Will, you SHUT UP? This isn't exactly fun for me either. I didn't even do anything to get me here. So stop complaining," he yelled irately. Brand began scrubbing the floor especially hard, hoping that if he did he wouldn't have to listen to Eberlee anymore because she would just fall right through where he had scrub.

Parson looked a little shock at his out burst, but she quickly recovered. "Well, I'm sorry," she said without really meaning it, " It's kinda your fault, if you think about it. However, that might be hard for you since you don't have a brain. Anyways, why did you help Grease Creep?"

Parson was a little shocked by his out burst, but she quickly recovered. "Well, I'm sorry," she said, not really meaning it, "You didn't have to help him. It's kinda your own fault, if you think about that. That might be a little hard for you to do considering you don't have a brain. Anyways, why did you help Grease Creep?"

Brand rolled his eyes at her stupid insult. "I helped him because he didn't really deserve that. What did he do to you anyways?"

"Oh well, he was bothering me. You see he was saying some really mean comments to Hallyn, so I couldn't take it anymore. His face was annoying. I hexed him to get rid of that smirk that seemed plastered to his face," she said.

"Wow, you're a real sweetheart, aren't you?" Brand muttered sarcastically. "Just because someone is being rude doesn't mean that you have to attack them. I would have thought you would be more immune to insults. You are immune to everything else. Like feelings of any sort." Moving his bucket, Brand began scrubbing a new area of the floor. At least they were almost done. Just the area by the door left.

"Hey! He insulted my friend by calling her a mudblood. Also, I'm tired of him looking like he is the greatest thing in the world," Parson said. She started to scrub faster in hopes of getting out of there quicker.

Brand sighed. He understood needing to defend friends, but that shouldn't matter. "Well, if you are going to be stupid and set a bad example, do it where other people can't see. You are the one always going on about setting good examples, but you can't control your own temper? You're such a hypocrite. You could have told a professor, but you just had to show the bastard that you could do it yourself," he stated, in a low and cold voice. His eyes were cold as he looked up from his scrubbing. "Can you explain this to me?"

Parson stood up and said, " Well, I'm sorry. I was in a bad mood and my anger took over my actions." She took her bucket of water and carried it over to where Brand was. She tipped the bucket and poured all the dirty water on top of his head. " Just like it did now," she said, throwing her rag at him. She left the Great Hall leaving the rest of the cleaning for him to do.

A/N: The next chapter soon to come! Love, Hales and Bee!