"Sarah, let's go, I need to go to Arthimancy and you need to go to History of Magic," Zoey tugged on my sleeve. I gathered my things and started walking to class.

-x-

Who was the genius that decided to have History of Magic first thing in the morning? It's like the teachers are just encouraging us to fall asleep in this class.

"And so that's why the goblins revolted in 1569...blah blah blah….derp derp derp….," Professor Binns droned on. Well that's what it sounded like anyway. I let my mind wander (no use in trying to restrain it, it just kind of does whatever the hell it wants) to more exciting things, rather than goblin revolts. There's a quidditch match tomorrow, it's Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, and those are always interesting games to watch. Someone always gets severely injured, which as mean as it sound, which means good entertainment. Plus, I'd get to see a Regulus on a broomstick. And who wouldn't want to see that? I suppose I'd end up going with Zoey and her boyfriend, since I have no one else to go with. Zoey's man friend is a Gryffindor in our year. His name is Jonah, and he is hilarious. Him and Zoey are quite the match. She's serious and bookish, and he's outgoing and bold. They've had a thing since last year, and to be honest, every time I see them hug, I make a respective "AWWWWWWWW!" and a part of me melts. Probably because he's like 6"4 and she's 5"2. You see, I will never have that with a guy, since I'm 5"9. Not that many guys tower over me. Such a shame, I know.

"Why'd you dye your hair purple?" Jermaine Benedict whispered, while poking me with his quill. Jermaine was a Hufflepuff, and he was alright. All the Hufflepuff guys in my year made up for the bimbos I dorm with. All the guys are loyal, hard working, etc etc. Plus, they know how to throw a good party without getting caught (unlike the cough cough Marauders cough cough).

"Why not? I needed something to do last night, so I thought to hell with my hair," I explained to him, making hand gestures, as I usually do whenever I open my mouth and words spill out. I have this tendency to wave my hands around when I talk, and occasionally I smack someone in the face by accident. Last year, I accidentally hit Severus Snape in the face and to be quite honest, I thought I was going to die. The look he gave me was terrifying.

"It's so vibrant." Jermaine looked as if he was about to stroke my head but I guess the look I gave him told him otherwise. I'm not very fond of head petting. We all have that one relative, let's call her Great Aunt Ethel, who always ruffles your hair like you're a dog or some shit like that, and then she proceeds to pinch your cheeks too hard and then kisses you forehead and leaves an ugly lip shaped mark from her generic brand lipstick.

"Yeah, you know, hair dye…it does that," I said dryly. Jermaine laughed quietly. Wait…am I…am I being social?

"Who knew you were so funny? Why don't we talk more?" Jermaine asked. This would be the part where I say something flirty (because to be honest, Jermaine is decent looking and he's the first male ((that's my age)) to actually have something that resembles a conversation) and then I would do a sexy wink or laugh. But naturally, being myself I told the truth.

"Because I'm socially awkward, I like food more than I like most people, and I have an odd sense of humor. That tends to make people not want to talk to me. Like right now, the look on your face is screaming "why is this freak talking to me!" Oh, and sometimes, right now for example, I ramble on about nonsense…" I said nonchalantly. This is why I am going to grow up, and I'll be that awesome adult that Zoey's kids love, because I'll have no kids of my own, because I'm going to die alone. An attractive person talks to me and I weird them out. This really isn't that big of a loss for me, I'm very dedicated to Regulus. I don't have room on my plate for another man to have a crush on.

"Haha…okay then…well look, class is about to end, but we should talk more often," Jermaine smiled as the bell rang, freeing us from Azkaban…er, History of Magic. "See ya, Sally!" He said over his shoulder as he walked out. And at that very moment, Merlin, or God, or whoever the hell was up there in the clouds, just did a face palm. Sigh. Sally…well, it's close to Sarah, right?

Minus the whole Sally thing, everything went really well with Jermaine. I would like to say that after that, I was super confident, flirted with a bunch of boys, was actually social and talked to people, and then topped it all off by snogging Regulus senseless. But no, my life is not some ABC Family chick flick. No, after History of Magic, I went to charms, and didn't pay attention. And then I went to Transfiguration and did the same thing. Herbology, I actually listened, because I like that class. I then continued to go lunch, and tell Zoey all about my little escaped of friendlyness with Jermaine. Zoey says I should totally hop on that and take Jermaine with me as my date on the next Hogsmeade and shag in the shrieking shack. Hahahahahah, just kidding, Zoey would never say something like that. No, what she said went more like this:

"Awww, Sarah, it sounds like maybe Jermaine is interested in you. I suggest that you go with him to the next Hogsmeade trip…"

How come everything Zoey says sounds so…so…classy and intelligent?

Currently, I was shuffling towards my second to last class of the day. I ended the day with Potions, then Defense Against the Dark Arts. Both of those classes Regulus was in. It was a very nice way to wrap up my classes.The bell sounded, echoing through the halls. Shit. Oh well, I'm always late for potions. Not like Slughorn cares, I'm positive he doesn't know my name yet. With the stealth of an elephant, I walked into potions and sat down next to Zoey. That was the nice thing about NEWT classes. You were mixed up with all the houses, it wasn't just two houses in the class.

"You should invest in a watch, you're always late," Zoey muttered to me as I sat down on the stool.

"I am well aware of what time it is, I just don't walk fast enough," I said bluntly. Well, it was the honest truth. I didn't really care for Potions. It wasn't horrible, but it wasn't my favorite. I wasn't interested in it. Hell, I'm not really interested in any of the school subjects. I'll just be a baker.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen we'll be making love potions today," Slughorn clapped his hands together excitedly. The guys let out a collective groan while all the girls in the class basically wet themselves with excitement. "To make things interesting, you must partner up with the opposite sex."

"Jesus Christ, Zoey, this is so terribly cliché and predictable," I moaned to Zoey.

"What? How?" She looked puzzled.

"This happens in all of the mary-sue fanfics! The OC and her love interest somehow become partners in potions, and it's always potions class. It's never charms or transfiguration. It's always potions. And then they make some potion together, usually Amortentia, and then their relationship goes from there, and then their boring author has a little bit of conflict in the middle, but in the end, they end up together and blah blahhh blahhhhhh. I can't believe Slughorn is going to let this happen so early into the story," I knitted my eyebrows together in frustration. The audacity of that bloody professor.

"Way to break the fourth wall, Sarah. It's only the second chapter," Zoey rolled her eyes at me. Oops.

But despite the corniness of this assignment, this was going to be it. I would partner up with Regulus and we would make a love potion, and he would realize how funny, smart, and irresistible I am. Then we would fall in love, have a two children, and move to the countryside.

…

I had it all planned out, but somehow it didn't pan out the way I wanted. Nope. Instead of giggling with Regulus over a hot cauldron of Amortentia, I am sitting behind him with Jermaine (remember him? From History of Magic?). Regulus was working with some pretty blonde Slytherin girl. Damn her.

"So you ready to do this, Sally?" Jermaine grinned, sitting down next to me. I sighed and shook my head.

"Jermaine, I think you should know that my name is Sarah, not Sally." He looked like he just got slapped in the face, and I did my best not to laugh at him.

"Oh God, Sarah…I'm so sorry…I," He sputtered. Oooo, usually it's me who's the sputtering one. It feels good to be on the other end of this situation. I laughed at him now, not bothering to mask my giggles.

"It's alright. Now you know. To make it up to me you should go and get all the stuff we need out of the cupboard."

And so the daunting journey began. We slaved over that cauldron. So much work for a ruddy love potion. Jermaine wasn't bad to work with. Actually, it was quite fun. He's got a good sense of humor and our conversations aren't dull.

"It's almost done!" I said, my voice full of excitement and exasperation. Merlin, I'm so tired from this bloody thing.

"Seriously, why haven't we talked more? I mean hell, we're in the same house," Jermaine asked.

"Well, I spend a lot of time with the Ravenclaws. Or just with Zoey, really," I explained.

"Landsman? I heard she's going to some school in America soon?" Ugh. Jermaine. Why did you bring this up? This topic makes me unhappy.

"Yeah…she's leaving over the holidays. I don't know what I'm supposed to do without her, I mean who else is going to tie my tie for me?" I sighed.

"You can't tie your tie?" Jermaine looked amused.

"Oh shut it. It's difficult to do!" We both laughed.

"Hey I think it's done," Jermaine motioned to the cauldron, which had a pink vapor wafting out of it. "What's it smell like to you?"

I sniffed the air. It…was like sex in my nose. It was smellgasmic. It was all my favorite things wrapped up into a scented burrito.

"It smells like green apples, summertime rain, oh and laundry detergent…and," There was something else. Lingering. What the hell was it? "Cigarettes, too." Why was I attracted to the way cancer sticks smell?

"Cigarettes? You smoke?" Jermaine raised an eyebrow.

"No, I don't know why I smell it. I'm weird…anyway, what do you smell?"

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Author's Note!

Alrighty, so here we go. A nice little filler chapter. Thank you to all who altered/favorited this story and extra special thank you to you lovelies who reviewed too. If only you could of saw my face when I saw my emails. So what did you think of this chapter? Boring? Entertaining? Pointless? Supermegafoxyawesomehot? Did you enjoy the breaking of the fourth wall? No? Well too bad. I liked it. So it will stay. Did you like Jermaine? I hope you did.