Chapter 2-Black Break Up

It was the middle of April. Exams were coming up in less then six weeks and the pressure to do well was starting to hit the students hard, particularly the fifth and seventh years.

Luckily, I was a sixth year, so all I had to worry about was just passing my Defense Against the Dark Arts exam.

I suck in that class. Before you go on saying something to encourage me or whatever, save yourself. Even Professor Watts said I sucked.

"Ms. Myers, your performance in this class is well below average. If you wish to pass this class, I highly suggest you get a tutor."

Translation: You are worse then Peter Pettigrew and you better find some smarty pants to drill this crap in your head otherwise you are an epic failure.

Geez, thanks Professor. Stupid git, I always did hate him even though all the other students thinks so oh-so-awesome.

Gits the whole lot of them.

Anyways, back to me.

It was one bright Saturday afternoon when I was at lunch, eating my ham sandwich in one hand, and holding up my textbook in the other, trying very hard to understand this ridiculous crap.

"Oy, what the hell are you doing, D?" John Hart, my best friend and fellow Hufflepuff, sat in the sit across from me. He threw a disgusted look at the book in my hand.

"Studying, on a Saturday? Merlin, you're messed up in the head."

"You were the one dropped on the head, not me," I shot back, never taking my eyes off the book.

"Oi, I was six and my first time playing with the broomstick."

"Yeah, and you still play with your broomstick in your bedroom."

"Jealous cuz mines is bigger."

This is our usual banter. If he wasn't my best friend, there would be times I would wallop him in the head. But its all out of love...most of the time.

"But seriously," John grabbed a handful of chips and put it on his plate, "why are you studying? Come outside with me and the boys."

Shit! I slammed the book down in frustration. I'm never going to understand this crap. Sighing, I grabbed some food off his plate.

"Can't. Gotta study."

"Studying is for whimps."

"Don't you need to pass your NEWTS?" John was a seventh year, a year older then me.

He shrugged. "I'll pass, no sweat."

I looked down at the textbook glumly. "At least someone's confident. I really need to find a tutor."

John looked away, trying very discreetly to not meet my eyes.

"Oh, you pussy I'm not going to ask you, so don't get your knickers in a bunch."

John tried tutoring me my first year, his second. I got so frustrated at both him and the schoolwork that I ended up punching him in the face. That's how we became friends, believe it or not.

Really though, believe it.

He gave a sigh of relief. "Good then."

At that moment, both John and I could hear the unmistakeable sounds of a Black Breakup.

For those who don't know what a Black Breakup is, let me explain. Sirius Black, the Gryffindor male whore, dates a girl for an average of two weeks. For two weeks, the girl thinks that she's going to be THE ONE. When I mean, THE ONE, I mean the one girl who he will finally settle with, who he'll declare his eternal love. But really, she's just a steady flow of snogs and shags.

When the two weeks are over, Black meets the girl in the Great Hall and breaks up with her in front of everybody (without the teachers around, mind you).

Now, there's two ways that the girl will react (I thought of this, just so you know mates).

1. The Blubbering Whale-She'll either cry and blubber on about how she thought they had a "special bond" and how he said they were meant to be.

(If I'm not mistaken, a guy tells a girl anything just to hit the sack together. I don't have any experience in this, but hanging around the guys leads you to pick up some stuff.)

2. The Banshee Scream-She'll yell about how she could do better and how unfair and eventually either push him or give him a good hard smack of the face.

(I prefer this way to watch, as at times it can be quite entertaining.)

After the first few times, I tend to get bored of them and tune them out. But today was different.

There was the unmistakeable sounds of the Blubbering Whale, but there was also the Banshee Scream.

My curiousity irked, I turned towards the entrance.

Crying her eyes away was Abby Ray, same year as me, but Ravenclaw. Blonde hair, blue eyes, curves. One tends to wonder why she's Ravenclaw when its obvious her head is full of nothing but air. I knew that she was dating Black but the girl standing next to her, I had no clue about that.

Standing next Sophie Mills, also the same year as me but in Gryffindor. According to John, she's in the top ten girls that guys would be willing to shag. Disgusting, I know, although it's true that she is pretty. Brown hair with highlights and hazel eyes, always with a perfect tan. As of now, her face was red with fury.

Was Black dating both of them? I wondered.

"Was Black dating both of them?" Hey, I wanted to know.

John nodded. "At same time. Was talking about it the other day. Dated Abby in public, Sophie privately. The only reason Sophie agreed was that Sirius promised her that he would break up with Abby for her." He looked back at Sirius, Abby, and Sophie. " 'Course, it was just a lie."

"Ugh." My face scrunched up in disgust. John rolled his eyes at my expression and turned back towards the show. I swore I saw admiration etched on his face. "Don't tell me you're admiring him."

"Hell yeah. He got two of the hottest girls at the same time. Only a genius could pull that off."

"Don't you stop to realize that just perhaps how degrading it is for both of them?" He looked at me like I was speaking gibberish.

I shook my head in annoyance. "Whatever." I stood up, picking up my book. "I'm heading back to the common room. Hopefully I'll understand all of this stuff by tonight."

"Doubt it!" John called after me as I walked away. Jerk.

Walking closer, I could hear Sophie talking angrily at Sirius.

"You said that we were going to be together! And now you're breaking up with me?"

"And-and-and," Abby tried to make her words sound coherent, "you s-s-s-said that you l-l-l-loved me!" She wailed, burying her face in her hands.

What to know what the bloody git did? He shrugged. Shrugged! Very nonchalant, not caring at all. I have to say, I felt sorry for both girls.

"Sorry ladies." And with that, stupid Sirius Black walked out of the Great Hall, his croonies following him shortly afterwards. Abby and Sophie were left behind, everyone turning their attention back to their lunch and whispering either their approval (from the guys) or disapproval (from the girls).

"Oh shut it!" Sophie snapped at Abby. "This is all your fault!"

"My fault?" screeched Abby. By now she stopped crying and was looking very angrily at Sophie.

"If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't have kept our relationship a secret!" Sophie screamed.

"Bitch!" Abby screamed back. She lunged herself at Sophie and in no time both girls were pulling each others hair and cursing.

The entire Great Hall was in a uproar, with the boys yelling at the girls to take their tops off. Typical male behaviour.

Sophie pushed Abby off her and grabbed a bowl of chocolate pudding. She threw it at Abby but missed. Guess who got hit instead? Yeah, me. Bugger.

"Fucking shit!" I didn't the only thing I could think of at that moment. I threw my textbook at them but missed my intended target. Instead, I ended up hitting none other then Professor McGonagall.

"DETENTION!"

Bugger.