"So, how was Christmas in the U.S. of A.?" Shawn asked as we sat in the Great Hall, the first meal here after break.

"Good. I happened to receive nine thousand dollars in cheeks, gift cards, and profits from my articles. I got some new Muggle stuff from my parents so I won't have to use owls anymore—"

"How? Why?" Seb wondered interrupting me. Rude. Seb is a rude little boy.

"There called a cell phone and a laptop, I'll explain later. Any way, I got a Gucci purse from one of my mom's designer friends, Tyler refilled secret secret stash, Pogue gave me some cool new graphic tees, Reid got me some new necklaces including one with a snake just because I keep telling him he's be a Slytherin and one with a big ruby heart, and Caleb got some games for me to play on my laptop." And I was finished!

"Wow," Shawn breathed. Seb rolled his eyes before getting up and leaving. Loser!

"And you?"

"I got scarves from all over the world, three new pairs of designer shoes, and a rubber snake." I laughed, having received the same thing from Seb. "Oh, and thanks for the self help books, I really needed something like them."

Basic Yoga Workouts for Dummies, English Grammar for Dummies, Beyond Basic Yoga for Dummies, and Pilates for Dummies were the four books I thought she'd like considering grammar was one of the things I fixed for her constantly and she'd been talking my ear off about how she wanted to learn Yoga and Pilates since school started.

"And I got your present for me. I loved the outfits by the way. Very much like you to make them and then threaten to murder me if I mix and match," I laughed.

"I loved what you got Seb by the way. The look on my parents face when they say the condoms and lube… I love you!"

Dear Reid,

I was shocked that you were absent over Christmas. I got your present. Presents. Thanks, by the way. That was really thoughtful of you.

Anyway, Tyler told me something interesting. About you. And I know I'm only twelve (almost thirteen!) and this is probably none of my concern, but…are you really using girls like that? A new girl every week? That's sick. And it's low, even for you Reid.

Maybe Shawn was right, and I shouldn't even like you the way I do. Did. It's disgusting, Reid. And I… I can't like you like that anymore. Your sick Reid, and I can't like someone who treats girls like conquests.

And I thought Aaron Abbott was better than you. But apparently your both in the same league.

-Adrian

Second year past quickly, and before I knew it, we were faking my dad's death. Mom and Gorman made it look like he died in his car on the way home when it exploded. Authority's didn't even question it.

I got pulled out of Hogwarts during exams and instead took my exams in America. I cry the entire time of the memorial but people didn't seem to notice that they were tears of anger. Anger that dad would get addicted, that he'd leave me like this, that Reid had a new girl in his arms every week. I was angry that no mater how hard I tried, nothing seemed to make Harry and me like each other more. I was angry because of the sympathy everyone tried to give me. Ha! If only they knew the truth.

I couldn't bring my self to write to Ki, and instead focused all of my energy into writing. I'd write about news coulombs for Wizardly Times, Witch Weekly, Twitch, and Witchy. I sent letters to Shawn and Seb, and on occasion, one of the Weaslys. Fred and George and I kept contact pretty well, alerting each other of some of the pranks we'd pull.

Aside from writing, the pool was another of my focuses.

And that was where Reid found me one afternoon.

I was laying on my stomach on a beach blanket, laid out on a lounge chair, reading when he came and disturbed my peace.

"Why the hell are you avoiding me?" he whisper yelled at me.

"Why the bloody hell are you being a man-whore?" was my simple response.

"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked loudly. "Who the hell told you that? They're lying."

"Ha! Tyler doesn't have the balls to lie to me. Or anyone. The fact that you think he does amazes even me," I scoffed, flipping on to my back, and putting on my sunglasses.

"Damn it," he mumbled. "Adrian, I can explain—"

"Reid, I'm tired of your explanations. I've listened to them in the past and I'm tired of your BS. You shouldn't have screwed with my emotions and now your paying the price," I told him, returning to my reading. "I don't want any—"

"Adrian, I in love with you," he told me cutting my rant short. I was speechless as he continued. "I'm with so many different girls because I have to distract my self from the pain of not having you around."

"That's bull, Reid, and you know it," I laughed.

"Fine, maybe the last part, but I am in love with you," he told me lobbing his head back and forth. He leaned in to kiss me then, but I moved away.

"I want to tell you I love you, and feel like I mean it. I want to kiss you, and feel something. I want go be in public with you, and not have everyone smiling at us, like they have a clue what's going on. I want to sit next to you, and be able to talk. I want to hug you, and feel how I did before. I want to go out with you, and have that giddy feeling in my stomach. I want to gush about you with my friends, and annoy the crap out of them. I want to be heads over heels in love, like those stupid girls in movies. I want to see a sappy love quote and think, 'Oh, that's how I feel.'

"I also want to sprout wings and fly, but that's unlikely to happen either.
Because love, like red bull, is bullshit. At least loving you is, Reid." He frowned at me so I continued. "But how about this? We hang out. We tell jokes. We laugh. We have fun. We call each other. We talk for hours. We hold each other. We kiss each other. I pretend like everything is fine. I pretend like we're in love."

"Now that's the biggest load of bullshit, ever," he commented, laughing to himself.

"Fine. I'm in love with you, Reid Garwin. How was that?" I asked, peeved.

"Not bullshit, that's for sure." And when he leaned in this time, I did kiss him. He moved so that he was laying over me and the kiss deepened before I pushed him off, leaving him to fall to the ground.

"Ow!" he yelped as his butt hit the ground. He glared daggers at me as I laughed at him.

"What's going on out here?" Sirius, who was currently living with us, taking my father's place as the man of the house, asked as he walked outside, as I laughed and Reid rubbed his bottom, which must have been hurting quiet badly.

"Oh, Reid simply fell," I giggled. Reid's glare intensified.

"She pushed me," he corrected.

"So the usual?" Sirius assumed, laughing to his self, a smirk wide on his face. He liked to refer to my conflicts with people as the "better part of his day". Whatever that meant.

"Oh, hush, and go do whatever the hell it is you do," I sneered sarcasticly.

As soon as Sirius was gone, Reid picked me up and twirled me until I was leaning over the edge of the deep end of the pool, Reid's arms the only things that kept me from falling over.

"Will you go out with me, Adrian Danvers?" he asked me, a mysterious glint in his eyes.

"What is this? I say yes or you drop me?" I asked, pissed. "Well to bad for you, Reid Garwin! I accept!"

And quickly as I could I managed to reverse our positions and let him drop in to the pool with a rather large splash.

Oh Ki,

What am I to do? I have a date with Reid tonight. Were going to a lovely restaurant—my favorite, in fact—and I don't know what to do. My mom knows the owner of the restaurant of course and she thought our "little date is going to be simply adorable". So my mother has nothing against it. And we have a "lovely reservation", whatever the woman means by that. There's no way out.

Oh and did I mention, Sirius (may he rot in Hell) forbid Caleb from beating up Reid, so that stupid Garwin boy isn't going to be hospitalize anytime soon. Poor Caleb, he must be oh-so-heartbroken. He can't defend my honor on the rules of Satan—I mean Sirius. Ha, silly mistake it seems.

Good-bye now, for I must dress for this horrendous occasion.

Love and thanks,

Adrian N. Danvers

I was putting in my second set of earrings (having gotten a second and third piercing at Easter) when Reid arrived. My beige dress felt uncomfortable with my turquoise accessories. Unfortunately, I was stuck going on this date courtesy of mom and Sirius.

I grabbed a fan I'd bought specifically for this occasion and made the descent out of my room and to my new personal hell—Reid Garwin.

"You look beautiful as usual, Andy," Reid commented using his "creative" new nickname for me (there was only so much time before someone decided to add a Y to the end of my initials and call me by that). That made for 12 nicknames. 13 if you counted princes

A

Aid

Adr

Adree

Drian

Anne

Nicky

Nick

Cole

Nicole

Danvers

A.N.D.

And now Andy.

It was sad how many shortenings people could come up with for Adrian. It was even sadder that people actually spent time to think them up. One of the many reasons it have a job: So that I don't have the time to mess with a person's name.

"Garwin, you don't look like you came of the street, for once." I don't know why I was being cold to him, but it might be that I was pissed at him for being with all of those sluts. That I was jealous.

Ha!

"So cold, for someone so hot," he teased, looking at me with sad, soft eyes. "Our ride is waiting my lady."

I took hold of his outstretched arm and he lead me (reluctantly on my part) to the waiting car and chauffeur.

~At the Restraunt~

Reid and I didn't talk much over the ride to the Roma D's Italia. It was the only of it's kind in Mass, the rest all located in Newport Beach, CA.

Of course, our waitress turned out to be very leggy and blond, though, surprisingly, Reid paid her no mind. His attention was, instead, focused between me and his menu.

"What can I get you?" the blond woman asked us.

"A Sprite with lime and a Coke with lemon please. And we'll have the Fettuccini Alfrado for the lady, and Spaghetti Bolognas for myself," Reid ordered for himself and me, having remembered my favorite meal here. "And I'd like a creaser salad for myself. And a small pizza as well."

He even remembered I hate salad! Well…maybe I should give him a chance…

The rest of dinner was spent talking and laughing and mocking other people. It basically went along the lines of this:

"Adrian, the guy with the fedora is checking you out."

"Oh my sweater-vest! I love fedoras!"

" 'Oh my sweater-vest'?"

"I said that? Dang… I really need to spend less time with Shawn."

"Shawn?"

"Short, little, fashion obsessed, blond pixy. Twin of my WE (worst enemy), and my BFF."

"So no reason to be jealous."

"Well, I don't know. I might just begin to like girls like that."

"What? Oh, shit!"

"Kidding! Merlin, can you not take a joke, or something? You know you're the only one for me."

"Oh really? I'm the only one for you?"

"I did not just say that!"

"Yes you did."

"Did not."

"Did to."

"Not."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yeah ya did."

"Shut up."

"Make me…with your lips."

"Is that how you get your usual sluts to make out with you? 'Cause it won't work on me."

"Well darn! I thought It'd work."

"Shut up, Reid, and stop being sarcastic before I crake a rib."

"Yours or mine?"

"Oh my cross. Mini skirt and six inch heels… I didn't know whore's walked around in public."

"Red…cotton… for 20."

"Twenty on black lace… And I've got twenty more dollars."

"Keep the money down, and who ever has the most wins in the end gets the jackpot."

It was 14 to 13 and I was leading by one. It was 8:30 and there weren't many women left who I couldn't tell you what underwear they were wearing. Soon we'd either have to stop or move on to playing Boxers or Briefs. My purse was running low on money and we were only betting ones now. SO the game was ending.

"Purple polka-dots." I said, betting on our waitress who had come out to serve another table.

"Pink Victoria Secret Pink."

Reid used and it turned out he'd won. So now we were tied.

"Alright, you two, I hope your date went well. And it's all on the bill." The owner, Mrs. Teresa, had come out to personally give us our bill, but the look in Reid's eyes told me what I needed to know. She was the final point."

As she turned and left, we made our bets.

"Granny-panties." Reid.

"Bright red thong." Mio.

As Reid used, and her pants dropped, both of us stared with our jaws dropped to the floor. I'd won, and it wasn't a pretty sight.

I collected my winnings, slightly shocked by the horrific sight of the elder woman's ass, while Reid looked at the spot the woman had been, absolutely horrified.

"I never want to see that again. No more betting on older woman anymore," he said, finally snapping out of his trance and paying the bill.

"Agreed," I whispered counting my money and flattening it, before shoving it into my purse.

Dear Ki,

You won't believe it.

Reid Garwin, the playboy of Ipswich, asked me to be his girlfriend. Can you believe it? Because I can't. And I said yes, which is even harder for me to believe.

So now, I guess, I'm Reid Garwin's girlfriend. Damn.

I have to go. I have got to write Shawn and tell her everything. She'll be uber-happy.

Adrian N. Danvers

P.S. the Quittich World Cup is this year! And Shawn and her family invited me to sit with them in the Minister's area. Can you believe it?