Chapter 4: Just my totally awesome….
Great, just great! I haven't even opened my eyes, and I have a headache! Ugh. Maybe when I open them, it'll go away! Here I go!
Ow. Big, big mistake.
Sunlight does not agree with me.
"Give it up, Nessa, we say you open your eyes."
Damn Adam and his observations.
"Give it up Adam, every time you claim that Rosebud has delighted us with her awakening, we all seem to be looking away…"
Maybe I won't kill Tim after all.
"…besides, Draco looks like he's rather enjoying himself over there."
I let out an involuntary gasp in protest and, realizing I had lost my battle, shooting out of bed.
"Whaaaa? Who, when my, agh!" realizing that I couldn't some up with anything great, I fell back onto the bed.
And Harry Potter thought HE had it hard?
Note to self: bring Gin, and Vodka to Azkaban, start packing after mass homicide of brothers (except Josh, cause well, he is my twin after all), mother, and twit..
Doubt they will let, me, going by the fact I am underage, and I might drink myself to death. Boy oh boy, I'll suffer without the help of intoxication!
Maybe I could spike all of their pumpkin juices with 100 alcohol, and blame it on the house elves? I mean, I could force them to admit to it…
The perfect scheme!
Maybe after they all are gone, I can go around the world and buy Quidditch teams and force them to wear pastels.
Muahahahaha! I will dominate all Quidditch!
"Uh, Jannykinns? Nice to know you are having sweet dreams, but could you not bare your teeth, it's a little scary."
I guess the Malfoy family will indeed have no heirs, seeing that this one is dead meet.
Once I can get out of bed of course.
Who ever said slow and steady wins the race was on something. Something really hardcore, because I can hardly feel my legs, and arms, and getting out of bed fast enough to put my hands around Malfoy's neck.
I got my arms at shoulder height before I couldn't hold them anymore, ad they flopped down.
"I will get your, and when I do…" I tried to look menacing, but it is hard to do with a open threat and floppy arms.
"You'll what? Hang him with your arms?" I turned and saw my twin. My twin that's supposed to always have my back. That's always supposed to take my side. And to think I was considering sparing him!
"What's wrong with you?" I said, wishing we had the twin thing, where they can communicate mentally, sadly only identical twins get that bonus.
"Ask Mum, she's been DYING to tell you!" and he stalked off, followed by a smirking Draco, and a worried Adam.
"Sweetie…"
Oh. Man. This is going to be big. She has never, ever, called me sweetie, honey once, but never sweetie.
I bet I have some terminal illness, and I'm going to die in four hours, of, maybe oh. God, maybe she's got the terminal illness, and she's trying to get out the affection she's been harboring all my life.
We don't know exactly the details, but you passed out due to some for of head trauma…" she looked over to Tim for help, but he shrugged, and left.
Typical mom.
Great, now I'm apparently I'm a retard/ I've always dreamed of this day, oh boy!
"Sweetie? Sweetie? Jess?" oh that's reassuring, she calls herself my mother, yet she doesn't even know my name. At least she got the first letter right. " Oh, now she'll never get a husband!"
It's nice to know I'm so important. "Mom, I'm fine, I just dozed off."
"Honey…" now, now I know that I'm screwed, she used her second sweet word of the day. Man this must be colossal, like she arranged a ritual to eternally make us the best purebloods, and I'm the sacrifice, or maybe she'll marry me off to some old pureblood, have him knock me up and have his kid, then kill us both. Goody. "Maybe it's time for an explanation."
Okay, this cannot be my mother; she wants to actually explain something to me? She's had my pumpkin juice spiked with anti-growth hormones to put off any awkward talks since I was nine and I said my tummy had a cramp.
" What happened between you and Mr. Malfoy?"
I think I might just forge her signature on some adoption papers, so I can try my luck with being adopted,
Scratch that; since with my luck, she'd adopt me by mistake, in effort to tie up any lose ends.
I think I might just have to resort to underage marriage. I guess I could get Flint, he's terribly ugly, but I guess murder would work…
"WHY DO YOU NEVER EVER LISTEN TO ME? I'VE BEEN TRYING TO TALK TO YOU FOR THEE PAST TEN MINUTES AND ALL YOU'VE DONE IS MUMBLE MURDER. I SHOULD GROUND YOU, BUT I'M A GOOD MOTHER!" and now I'm back to reality.
"Good mother? So that's why dad left? You were soooo good, he just couldn't take it?" I'm going to regret that.
"IF YOU THINK THAT I'M A BAD MOTHER, GO LIVE WITH YOUR FATHER!"
"Fine, since you keep I touch with him so well, why don't you just give me directions, and I'll go!"
"FINE, AND I WANT YOU OUT OF HERE IN AND HOUR! ANY OF YOUR SHIT THAT YOU LEAVE IN THAT ROOM, I WILL THROW AWAY!"
"Fine, I will." And with that, my mother and I stormed away in different directions.
As I stormed up two flights of stairs, I saw Josh and Draco stick their heads out of their room. I glared at them, and continued my stomping montage.
I flicked my wand, and my clothes stuffed themselves into a trunk. I flicked my wand again to shut it, but It only went halfway.
Great, I've got to fold them by hand. Just perfect.
I slaved away, folding my clothes, then I stuffed all my books and makeup in another trunk and sent them downstairs.
After I did one, last minute check throughout my room, I set a curse on my room, so that if anyone came in, all my furniture would immediately turn to stone, and the windows, would shut.
Hah, I'd like to see mom's face, when she tries to send guests up here. Payback's a bitch!
I flounced down the stairs, giddy with exitement at my little surprise for my mother.
I nodded at my brothers, and glared at my mother. She nodded towards the fireplace, handed me the floo-pot, and a piece of paper, then walked out of the room dragging my brothers with her.
All that's left to do is floo.
I opened up the paper, and before I realized where it would take me, I said the two words that would forever change my perception of unfair.