Seeing as I am not J.K. Rowling I my little story won't be completely accurate, if something is so insanely wrong you simply must correct me, then please be my guest.
Thank you to, Peanut13Butter, AndTheSnakesStartToSingVballChick1 for their lovely reviews, each meant a lot to me and also to anyone else who is actually reading this.
I'm sorry for the delay in the story; I blame school and sheer laziness.
A Challenge
Chapter 2: Mission Impossible
Abina & Jemini
"Alright Abina, Jem! Rise and shine, you've got some work to do! I'm leaving, and I expect to see your hung over selves in class!" our roommate yelled.
"What the hell, Poppy!" I yelled as she threw me out of my bed. "Ugh! I know we have class but, it can wait until a respectable time to get up!" Morning people aren't natural. Especially not ones who drank a bottle of Firewhiskey the night before.
"No shit Sherlock!" she shouted back. "You've missed breakfast! If you don't get your fat lazy asses up you'll be late," Abina wasn't exactly a morning person either. However I've known this girl for years, if one thing will get her going (other than really hot guys) its humor.
"You're fat and lazy," and that's all my brain was capable of communicating, while I made my way to the bathroom. Genius, right? I heard Poppy laugh at my patheticness she left the room.
"Smooth comeback, excuse me while I bawl at your weak attempt at a dis," she shouted through a yawn, scrambling to get ready.
It took me awhile to get it out with the toothbrush in my mouth, but I managed say, "There's a word I'm thinking of and it goes with off. Starts with an 'f', rhymes with duck… any thoughts?"
"While your abilities with words really do amuse me, we've got to go to Transfiguration." Abina shove me out of the bathroom. Drowning a hangover potion as she went, Merlin I love being a wizard.
"Ugh, we have that with Hufflepuff, don't we?" I grabbed the first article of clothing I put my hand on.
"Yes, and now that you're dressed as a nun we must be off."
"I don't look like a nun!" I looked down, I really did.
"You better clean-up for Charms," Abina smirked as we hurried to class, "So you-"
"If you make a pun about charms I disown you as a friend!" Abina just laughed guiltily as we rushed out of the common room.
"Did you finish your Care of Magical Creatures assignment?" I asked.
"It's people like you who are the reason nobody knows anything about the magnificent creature who are a part of our world! Your obliviousness to anything that has significance to our world rivals that of the most mundane of muggles!" Abina ranted-again.
"Riiight," I drawled, "So how did the Potions go?"
"I- um…finished it with ease."
"Oh really? What did you do it on?"
"The one that puts whomever in extreme pain
."
"Uh-huh, you mean the Drink of Despair?"
"Yeah! That's the one."
"We did that last year."
"Ugh, fine! I didn't do it," She sighed in defeat as I stuck my tongue out at her.
"Never thought a Slytherin couldn't do Potions," a red headed moron broke out.
"Especially something as typical as fucking with innocent people," an identical idiot added as he stepped out of the supposedly secret passage by the entrance to the dorms.
"Honestly you rednecks need to find some new material," I snarled.
"She's right," Abina said "You're getting a wee bit redundant Weasley…sss."
"It means you're getting boring and using old material."
"Come on, aren't Gryfinndorks supposed to be smart?"
"Or do you need an explanation of the meaning of dork?"
"I wouldn't want you to use all your brainpower there, just to explain something for little old me," the one who I'm going to guess is George -because there was an F on his jumper, and they are constantly confusing people with the whole twin thing- said to Abina.
"For you?" she paused, "I stand corrected, you do know how to make a joke," Abina looked at him as if he was the dumbest thing she'd ever seen. Probably was.
"Come on George," (HA! I was right) "We have stuff to do-"
"Like each other?" I interjected. He ignored me.
"-that doesn't include these heartless bitches."
"Heartless bitches?" Abina asked, "That's the best you can do?"
"It fits," I smirked.
"Piss off little girl," Fred snarled in my face.
I made a dramatic bow, "With pleasure old man."
Fred & George
"Alright now that they're gone…what exactly are we doing here?"
"I don't know! But we have to find two hot Slytherins to take to that damned dance, what better place to check the out then here?"
"None of them are here! Classes start in- 3 minutes ago!"
"Oh, well-shit!"
"And who said they had to be hot?"
"I did."
"I thought it was Lavender."
"Yeah her too."
"Come on we have to get to whatever class we have now."
…
"Mr. Weasleys', how nice of you two to finally join us," the muggle studies professor frowned at them as they took their seats behind Ron and Neville.
"Did we miss anything of outmost importance?" George asked his younger brother.
"Yes."
"Oh wonderful," commented a sarcastic Fred. "The old bat-"
"WEASLEYS'!"
"Yes Professor?" all three asked.
"Detention after classes!"
"B-but I didn't!" Ron sputtered.
"Not you Ronald," at that he turned to make a face at his brothers.
"I expect you to meet Professor Sprout at greenhouse three, at 7 o'clock sharp," Professor Meyers instructed. "I am tired of you disrupting my class!"
"But Professor," George began to interject.
"It's Friday!" Fred finished.
"I don't want to hear it! You are older than the rest of the students you should be setting examples not causing the majority of the chaos!" The class snickered at the twins' expense.
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Jem & Abina
"Miss McWilliams, Miss Jensen, how nice of you to join us. Unless I am misguided this is your third time this week being late to class, something which you have done numerous times before," McGonagall stated a bit dryly once Abina and I finally burst through the doors. We were all of 20 seconds late.
"Due to this tardiness I am forced to send you to detention tonight. You will meet Professor Sprout at greenhouse three, 7 o'clock."
"Professor-"
"No, Miss McWilliams. You and Miss Jensen must accept the consequences of your actions. That includes being late to my class."
Five minutes after McGonagall started talking about- oh who knows! I wasn't paying attention anyways- Abina past me a note.
FFFUUUCCCKKK! We were supposed to start hunting tonight!
What are we cougars? Oh whatever, we still have three weeks.
Abina gave me a look of disgust. These are Gryffindors we are talking about! They won't be that easily manipulated. We aren't looking for quick shag- we're looking for dates for the Winter Ball!
I simply rolled my eyes at her dramatics. For the love of Merlin women! How many times do I have to tell you? Just move your hair! And when the Hell have you ever used a Gryffindor for a quick shag? Or anybody?
Jackass! There is no way in Hell that I am not completing this damn dare! And something's are better left unsaid, or in this case unwritten.
Dude relax! Maybe there will be some Gryffindors there too, they're always getting themselves in shit for stupid stuff. Who knows, maybe Draco helped us out and bitch slapped Potter. …okaaay…
Really?
No
Honestly child the things that come to that crazy little head of yours.
The point is you can chill out! We'll make a list this weekend of do-able guys.
A list? Really, a freaking list! What will we title it? "Abina and Jem's List of Gorgeous Gryffindors"
With a smirk I handed her a parchment with that exact title.
You are unfreaking believable!
Please that's one of the most normal things I've done all day.
The sad thing is it's true.
You don't get to look so judgemental. You're part of this.
She suddenly looked very sad, "I am aren't I?" she whispered. "Can you imagine how sweet I'd have been if I never known you?"
"Girl please, there is not a sweet bone in your body." After a pause I added, "Cough."
"What?"
"Just do it." Abina let out one of the most pathetic excuses for a cough known to the magical world. The look I gave her clearly said so. Rolling her eyes she did a good solid cough. So, being the sweet concerning friend I am I slapped her on the back as hard as one could possible do, while calling, "Abina! Are you ok? Breath!" Then I slapped her again.
"Miss Jensen stop that at once!" Professor McGonagall demanded. "Miss McWilliams, are you alright dear?"
"No," Abina chocked out.
"Oh my! Alright, Miss Jensen take her to the hospital wing."
I tried really hard to hold back my smile, "Of course Professor."
"This does not mean that you'll get out of detention!"
"Never even crossed my mind."
Practically as soon as the doors shut behind us, Abina started cruelly beating me…or attempted to.
"Lovers quarrel so soon in the morning?" a familiar voice called out.
I sniffled, "Oh Draco, Blaise! She's always beating me, and threatening to eliminate my Rosie if I tell, but I can't do it anymore. Help me!" I threw myself at Draco, he caught me with easy grace and started laughing. Now I view Draco 100% as a friend and I'm all for him and Granger. But one really can't help but notice his overall hotness, and there was a lot- I'm just saying.
"What did she do now?" Blaise asked Abina.
"Arse," I mumbled into Draco's chest.
"She made me cough so we could get out of class, and she cruelly hit my back," she pouted.
"So…new shit same day sort of deal?" Draco asked.
"Pretty much, yeah." I grinned at him.
"Come on, before some professor strolls by and yells at us for not being in class," Blaise lead us to some alcove hidden from view.
I couldn't help but smile as I looked out to the grounds; it was hard not to love Hogwarts.
"What were you ditching for anyways?"
"We got thrown into detention tonight," Abina sigh dejectedly.
"Ouch on a Friday," Blaise said throwing a supportive arm around Abina.
"We were coming out here to-"
"Jem, shut up!"
"And never mind it has just been marked as confidential, you boys shall never find out what we have up our sleeves!"
"It's cute that you think that," Draco smirked.
"I'm cute."
"Nah, you're just short," Blaise snickered.
"Jackass," Damn short jokes. Really, 5'2" isn't that short!
"Alright, leave the child alone," Abina said. "We have business to discuss," Draco and Blaise just sat there. Abina rolled her eyes at them, "That means piss off."
With noises of protest then defeat the boys left us alone to contemplate our Gryffindor choices. Or, the lack of choices really.
"So," Abina started. "Any thoughts on seducing Gryffindors?"
"Um… nada. I'm coming up with a blank."
"Shit! I didn't think it would be this hard last night."
"That's because you were drunk off your arse!"
"Don't even try that, so were you!"
"Yeah, but I didn't let Theo bait me into accepting a stupid dare!"
"I-" Abina sighed. "Got nothing."
"I think that has been the most brilliant idea you have had for some time now!"
"What," my genius friend asked in confusion.
"We wing it!" Abina opened her mouth, I cut her off before she could ruin my brain wave. "No, shush! Why not? We wing everything else!"
Abina sighed at my logic, "It's true we do."
"I think we have our selves a plan of no plan."
Abina rolled her eyes, "Yay for improve."
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At 7:12pm Abina and I found ourselves getting lectured on punctuality by Professor Sprout, we weren't even the ones late- well, not this time anyway. Damn whoever is late to this blasted dentation!
"Professor?" Abina had a way with the professors' that was almost insulting to watch. If there was one thing I could tell you and my friend it's that she is a perfectionist who rarely got work done and sweet talked her way out of everything. How that made sense or even worked, I haven't the slightest idea.
Sprout just grunted at her though, "Who are the other two coming?"
At that moment the last two people I wanted to see burst through the doors of the greenhouse. Fred and George Weasley, better known as the Twat Twins.
"Oh joy," I muttered dryly.
"Sorry Professor-" they began only to have Sprout cut them off.
"I don't have time for your pitiful excuses," Ha! While I have been caught in a lie once or twice, no one has ever called them pitiful.
"Now that the Weasleys' have graced us with their presence, I shall explain what you must do for detention," we waited for her to continue. "The third years were in here today, and clearly they made a mess of things. I trust that you know how to clean up. Everything you'll need is in that corner," Sprout waved to a cabinet in the back of the place. "Oh, and I'm taking your wands."
I almost cried while handing my 12 and a half inch English oak wood wand to my Professor, I hated to have it leave me. I could see that the others were having the same difficulties. Wizards and witches were kind of testy without their wands, even after the war had ended. Especially after the war had ended. The Ministry still haven't found and detained all the Death Eaters, and most weren't reacting well to the defeat of their precious Dark Lord.
Once the plump woman had successfully taken our wands, she smiled brightly, "I'm going to lock the door so you can't get out until three hours after I have left the greenhouse. Don't give me that look Miss Jensen, there is nothing poisonous in here. Your wands will be waiting for you in your chambers. I want this place to be spotless!" With that the Herbology professor left the scene to the four dumbfounded kids, and yes, that includes me and Abina.
It was once she left that it really clicked what was happening. I looked hopelessly at Abina, who didn't look any better off. Together we looked around the disaster of what had become of the greenhouse.
"Fucking hell," I startled slightly at the sound of a Twat Twin swearing- how charming.
"For the love of Merlin, how in the hell are we supposed to clean this up?" Abina asked.
"Aw, are the Slytherins afraid of a little dirt?"
"Oh shit," I said. We were trapped in this dirty hell hole for three hours, during which time we were supposed to clean it, with two prissy Gryffindorks. "Ah fuck," I swore again.
"Come on potty mouth," the one I'm assuming is Fred said.
"How about we make this slightly more interesting?" George smirked, or at least attempted to. Something things were not meant to be done by the Gryffindors.
"What did you have in mind?" Abina asked. Damn her curiosity. However the boys didn't answer, they just smiled, in a really creepy, worrisome way.
Ah fuck.
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