Author's Note: So, I got a bit of hate on my last chapter. OMG! Haha, it was only one review, so I'm not really bothered, however, I feel as though I should clarify some things for any readers that are just now jumping aboard and haven't heard of this story before/ how it's being written.
This is an AU story. AU means 'Alternate Universe'. While some of the characters, objects, places, etc. may be the same as in the books, the events will be shaped around the alternate universe that I have created.
My alternate universe is a teen pop-fiction-esque version of boarding school. Fashion, booze, loud music included.
That's really the only thing that I felt I need to clarify. Hope you enjoy, sorry it's taken so long, hugs and kisses to you all! Also, happy holidays!
Oh! One more thing: Kat may appear a bit more frequently than other characters. It's not that I'm selfish, I just know her best and she's easiest to write.
Andy bit his lip, studying Aly as she brought her fork to her lips once more. What amazed him, beyond the fact that she seemingly didn't have to break for air between talking and eating, was the fact that she looked so damn good doing it. The fork's prongs weighed heavily on her lips and her tongue followed it away from her mouth, licking the last of the chocolate icing from the back. Andy squeezed his eyes shut, completely confounded. How could she possibly still think that he was gay after he'd been openly admiring her mouth for the past twenty minutes? Was she really that obtuse?
"I'm just glad that my name isn't the first to come up in conversation anymore," Aly said to another Gryffindor girl, one that Andy had been forced to befriend when, by some struck of luck (if one could call it that), he had been proclaimed Aly's 'new best friend'. "I never thought I'd actually be grateful for someone else's humiliation," Aly continued, "but thank God for that girl, Kat. I don't have to become a hermit anymore." The girl next to Aly giggled, and Andy decided that any girl, excluding Aly, sounded ridiculous when they giggled.
"So are you going to the All Hallows Eve Masquerade?," Aly questioned, and Andy had to drag himself away from his thoughts to come up with an intelligible reply. When he opened his mouth to speak, she answered for him, "Well, of course you are, you'll have to be my date. My costume will more than likely be risqué and I don't trust any of the other boys in this school to be out with me when I'm wearing something like that." Andy just hummed in agreement, frowning slightly. For god's sake, did he really project himself as a homosexual male?
"I think I'm going to be Tinkerbell," Aly went on, brushing her lengthy waves over one shoulder. "How cute would we be as Peter Pan and Tinkerbell? You don't mind wearing the tights, do you? Well, of course you don't, right?"
One, Andy thought, not all homosexuals are also cross-dressers and two-. He sighed. Of course he'd be her date and of course he'd wear the tights without complaint. It wasn't like him to give in so easily to the whims of a teenage girl, but he'd do what he had to, to gain her affection. Even if it meant pretending that he'd rather kiss Draco Malfoy than kiss her. She'd find out the truth sooner or later, right?
Gini had been all out of sorts lately, and Colin had nearly had enough. He knew that she was stressed, what with her prefect duties, and her schoolwork, but that didn't give her the right to take it out on him, every time they were together. He could hardly stare off into space anymore; she'd excuse him of being in love with the stone wall he happened to be looking at.
He slumped down at his desk and took out his maths textbook, staring absently at the cover. When the girl that had been looking at him at lunch the other day, Audrey, sat next to him, he thanked God that Gini didn't have this class with him. He could hear her now: "Oh, so how long have you been cheating on me?" "What does she have that I don't?" "I swear, you're undressing her with your eyes."
Audrey looked up at the bespectacled boy and grinned. Colin visibly shrunk away, waiting for Gini to pop out from under the desk, threatening to castrate him. Her smile dimming, Audrey looked away, embarrassed, rifling through her bag for a pencil, trying to look as though she was doing something, anything.
"Sorry for grimacing at you," Colin said, knowing that an onslaught of word vomit was coming. "It's just that, the other day, at lunch, my girlfriend saw you looking in our direction and accused me of knowing you intimately, that something was going on between us. If she were to walk in right now, I'd probably never be able to reproduce. Which would be sort of unfortunate, as I'd rather like to have kids one day. Preferably later rather than sooner, but you get the gist of it, right?" He stopped finally, only to catch his breath. He was about to continue when Aubrey chuckled.
"I can move if you'd like," she offered, smiling. She glanced around the room, finding no empty seats as their professor walked in. "Actually, I can't. If it'll make the situation any easier, I can ignore that you exist for the next fifty minutes?"
Colin snorted. "Really, it's okay. My girlfriend's the psycho, not me. Plus, she's hardly likely to come into this class anyway; she's in Advanced Chemistry right now, and it's her hardest subject. Prefect-Gini never misses Advanced Chemistry," he said in a sarcastic tone, causing Audrey to laugh. He felt guilty momentarily, for making fun of his girlfriend, but at Audrey's reaction, all feelings of guilt dissipated.
Audrey smiled and Colin decided that he'd make a thousand more jokes about Gini if he could see Audrey's smile a thousand more times. And so it came to be that by the end of class, he had a new number in his phone, and a new perspective on relationships.
Gini couldn't help the way she'd been towards Colin lately. Actually, she could, but she really didn't feel as if she needed to. Most of the time he was doing things to provoke her, being an arsehole in general, and deserved any sort of smart thing that she happened to spit out. She was just too stressed.
As always, she couldn't say no, so she was overloaded with things to do. Helping put together the Halloween dance, while performing her regular prefect duties, all while completing her intense amount of coursework was getting to be a bit too much. It was showing, both mentally and physically. She stared at herself in the mirror relentlessly, wondering where the extra five pounds around her middle had come from. She'd have to do something about that, but when did she have time to schedule in a run?
Abby was more than a little shocked. Had she really wanted Fred Weasley for that long? Apparently so, she thought to herself, panting for breath. They hadn't even been on their first, official date yet and here they were, already – you know – well, not doing it, but the aftereffects of what they had done were just as mind blowing.
Fred grinned, sitting up and tugging his lightweight white tee shirt back over his head. "Well then, Abigail," He drawled teasingly, reaching over to smooth a loose strand of hair away from her forehead. "Who would've known?"
Abby couldn't even respond, as she didn't even know what had come over her. One minute he was visiting, smiling when she told him she'd love to go to Hogsmeade with him, and the next she was tugging his clothes off as quickly as she could, demanding that he put his hands on her, now. What a strange turn of events.
Abby pulled the sheets up further over her exposed chest, fighting back a blush. "So I'll see you in two weeks, then?"
"What, you're not going to ask me to the All Hallows Eve Masquerade this weekend?," Fred asked teasingly. "Not even after that? I mean, it may not sound like my cup of tea, but I assure you, I'd love to be your date."
Abby felt her discomfort and confusion ease away at Fred's smile, and she returned it with one of her own. "I completely forgot about it, to be honest," she admitted. Fred snorted.
"I don't doubt that," he said with a cheeky wink. "I'm sure it was the last thing on your mind just a few moments ago.."
Abby reached out, slapping him on the arm and Fred winced dramatically. He leaned over, pecking her on the forehead before getting out of her bed and slipping his Levi's jeans back on.
"I'll see you this weekend, then," he said with a softer smile, balancing unsteadily while attempting to put his tatty green Converse sneakers on. "I'll be the one dressed as Adam, of biblical fame."
"Does that mean I have to be Eve?," Abby asked with a slight grimace.
"Yes, yes it does," Fred said with a chuckle. "Minimal coverage, my love." He winked again before leaving and Abby sighed contentedly.
She really hoped Audrey wasn't having too difficult of a time with the break up.
+0134585555 Audrey : Do you have any clue what we're supposed to do for our maths hw?
+0135553458 Colin: No clue rlly. Wouldn't know because I was talking to u the entire class. (:
+0134585555 Audrey: Oh whatever. You've just been craving female attention ever since your gf decided to take over the devil's job.
+0135553458 Colin: Harsh. She's not that bad. Rlly.
+0134585555 Audrey: Yeah, and I really believe that after hearing horrible things about her for an entire class.
+0135553458 Colin: Alrite, so mayb it's true. I tend to speak w/o thinking when I'm around pretty girls.
+0134585555 Audrey: Aww, thanks. (: You're sweet.
+0135553458 Colin: No, just honest.
+0134585555 Audrey: You know just what to say, don't you? (:
+0135553458 Colin: I didn't rlly have to think hard, it's been on my mind all day. Just another reason I should carry my camera w/ me more often. To take pictures of things worth remembering.
+0134585555 Audrey: I could always just send you one? (;
Colin's mouth dropped open when he opened up the next text from Aubrey, immediately closing it in case anyone sitting at the table behind him in the library might see. After looking over his shoulder and seeing all the Ravenclaws completely entranced in their work, he opened the text again. He glanced from the picture, down to the crotch of his pants, and to the picture again. Damn it, how was he going to get up and leave now?
Gini grumbled under her breath, tugging her pants up to her waist, zipping and buttoning them. Her period was three days late, she was so stressed. She was on birth control, sure, but she still had her period every three months or so. There was just too much on her mind, and it was wreaking havoc with her body. She had bags under her eyes, she was always tired, she'd gained a bit of weight, and she felt nauseous at the most annoying times. And now, on top of things, her period was late. The one thing that went pretty much like clockwork, mucked up as well. Great.