Things to Know:
1-this story will NOT be in chronological order which is why there will always be a Things to Know in the beginning so you aren't completely lost
2-Melanie is a fifth year Gryffindor
3-she is friends with Alexis Black who is a Gryffindor and Brooke Longbottom who is also a Gryffindor along with Rachelle Dubois who is a Ravenclaw
4-Melanie is seriously crushing after Rachelle's older brother Marcus who is a seventh year Slytherin and rivals with Michael, Melanie's seventh year brother

Curse My Surname!

Melanie Potter was proud to be a Potter. She was proud to be noticed as a Potter instantly because of her dark red hair and her hazel eyes not to mention her trim figure. Anyone who was anyone knew a Potter when they saw one and noticing Melanie as a Potter was no exception.

However…

Marcus Dubois. He recognized her as a Potter and for the first time in her life Melanie cursed her surname. She cursed her looks and she sure as hell cursed her Potter temperament.

You see, Marcus Dubois was the typical bad boy. Dark hair, dark skin, and darker eyes. He wasn't a gorgeous man by the standards of Brad Pitt or Eric Bana or her father, but he held himself with a confidence that he knew he was attractive and even though he wasn't the most attractive, he sure acted like he was.

Melanie sighed and tore her eyes away from Marcus and yet another girl who was no doubt currently warming his bed until he grew bored of her. Oh how she wished she could-well, she didn't exactly want to warm his bed. Yet of course.

"Are you still lusting after my brother?" Melanie's friend Rachelle asked.

Of the two, Rachelle was more attractive. Her olive skin was flawless and her dark hair was always cut to the latest fashion and always suited her. The one thing she and her brother didn't share was their eyes. While Marcus was a dark blue, Rachelle had forest green eyes. Sometimes Melanie would wear a green shirt just so her eyes could match Rachelle's.

"I'll have you know," Melanie said tartly, "that I am not lusting after your brother as you so crudely put it. I am simply falling in like with him."

"You know he hates your brother and probably you by association right?" Rachelle questioned almost pityingly.

Melanie deflated. "Well he wouldn't if you would just put in a good word for me!"

"I thought you didn't want me to tell hi you liked him!" Rachelle exclaimed.

"Please do not tell me that we're still on that Marcus Dubois bit," Alexis Black begged. Alexis was the female version of Sirius. Ebony black hair and ivory skin with dark blue eyes. All the boys drooled after her. Of course the fact that her brother Tyler was way over protective limited the amount of dates she had.

"Well excuse me if we all don't have our very own puppy to love us," Melanie snapped referring to the guy Alexis dated on and off since third year.

"Oh you hater," Alexis said condescendingly. Then she brightened and sat beside Rachelle. "Just jump his bones Mel. It's not that difficult of a position to be in you know?"

"Go away and let me pine in peace," Melanie moaned dropping her head onto the table.

"Besides, your brother would never approve," Alexis pointed out. Trust her to be the realist.

"Some could say the same about your brother," Rachelle reminded Alexis referring to the slight truce between Alexis' boyfriend and him.

"My boyfriend isn't a Slytherin," Alexis stated smugly. "If you want him that bad Mel then let him know. Don't just stare at him from across the room like some sort of stalker. If he's worth anything then he'll like you for you. Chances are you'll probably hate the smug bounder anyway so…"

"You're really blunt, did you know what?" Rachelle asked Alexis with a an indescribable look on her face.

Alexis shrugged her creamy shoulders. "I just say what I think."

"Is she in a royal snit?" Brooke Longbottom asked. Just like everyone in the Longbottom family, Brooke had a round heart shaped face with brown hair and dark eyes. Her lips were a perfect bow and Melanie knew that at that moment her brother Michael was fantasizing about kissing those lips. Insert awkward moment here.

"Of course," Rachelle answered. The only person closer to Brooke than her brother Neville was Rachelle. It had been Brooke in fact who introduced Rachelle to Alexis and Melanie.

"Over what, dare I ask?" Brooke asked as she sat down at the table with them.

"My brother. Can I just say that this is just overly weird? I mean, he's not even cute or anything!"

"Rachelle!" Melanie gasped out, scandalized. "Your brother is no Eric Bana that is for sure, but he is just so yummy-licious."

At her friends' blank stares, Melanie flushed a deep red. "I said that out loud, didn't I?"

They nodded.

"You've got it real bad," Alexis said pityingly.

"I know," Melanie moaned dropping her head to the table.

"I don't even know her!" Marcus exclaimed to his sister later that evening. Unlike many siblings of their status, Marcus and Rachelle were closer than close. In fact, ever since Rachelle joined her brother at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, they both made it a point to meet up once a week just the two of them. It kept them grounded.

"Please," Rachelle begged. "Just get to know her!"

"Oh yeah, what will brother Potter think about this new development," Marcus spat out viciously.

"He doesn't have to know," Rachelle insisted. "Besides, you'd be getting to know her, not her entire family."

"Sure," Marcus chuckled sarcastically. "You mess with one of them then you mess with the entire family."

"Then don't mess with her," Rachelle snapped. "Be cool, just get to know her and you never know, you might like her too."

"Hardly," Marcus snorted.

"At least dispel her of the fantasy she has of you," Rachelle asked changing tacks.

"Hmm," he made the sound non committing.

"Fine, be that way you big fat meanie head," Rachelle snapped pouting.

Her brother only laughed and wrapped a protective arm around his sister. "Love you little sis," he whispered into her hair.

"I love you too," she admitted grudgingly.

"He refuses to have anything to do with her," Rachelle complained to Brooke as they walked the halls during their prefect duty, although they were in different houses.

Brooke tisked sympathetically.

"I-." Rachelle stopped when she heard a sound. She looked at the broom closet next to them and nearly groaned.

Rachelle waved Brooke over and they opened the door. "Break it up!"

"Bloody hell!"

For it was none other than Melanie Potter in the broom closet with some sixth year Ravenclaw.

"Wow, Lil Sis," Marcus commented from behind them. Rachelle felt her blood turn to ice. "This is who you wanted to set me up with?" He laughed humorlessly. "Thanks, but not interested in the youngest Potter."

Melanie's already pale skin turned to white as she watched the guy she fancied for over a year walk away laughing.

"Mel-."

"Why'd I have to be a Potter?" Melanie moaned as she ran toward the Gryffindor Tower.

"Five points from Ravenclaw," Rachelle barked at the guy who was looking anywhere but at them.

You probably expected for Melanie and Marcus to get together, but hey, not everything has a happy ending-besides you never know. This story won't be updated like every other day because I'm writing it as inspiration strikes for one of the characters. Also, I'm changing what I said. The story may center around anyone in the potter, patil, black, or Longbottom family. Next story is going to be about Dudley! It's called "I Love Her Not."