And here it is. The much anticipated (lol by me, mainly) chapter of How to Seduce the Unwilling Asshole :) It's a bit longer, just cause I love you ;D Enjoy!

"Um…why are you wearing my shirt?"

And every one of the girls froze.

Eryn was the first to speak. She coughed a bit, attempting to reduce the awkwardness that was incredibly tangible in the air. All around them, the sounds of students laughing and chatting continued, as though the most incredibly stroppy thing on Earth hadn't just happened.

"Um, it's not. It's Sam's." Harry shook his head.

"No, it's mine. I lost it a couple of days ago."

"But…Sam…I…" Eryn was at a loss for words. She was turning between her crush and her friend so fast that you'd think she'd attain whiplash. Everyone else who was listening in had already pieced together the little mystery. Eryn was the last one to really have the whole puzzle sink in and make some sense.

"Uh," Harry mumbled, his face the color of a tomato. "Yeah. Right. Okay, you keep it. I've got to go…somewhere else."

He raced out of the Great Hall at the speed of light, and leaving Sam to be devoured by Eryn, much like she had expected to. Except it was a bit of a delayed reaction.

Her face was stony, empty, completely blank for almost a full minute. No words came from her mouth. Her blue eyes let nothing on. All that they could tell was that she was shocked and slowly digesting the information she had just received.

The next movement came quick as a flash. Eryn threw her bag over her shoulder, knocking several plates and dishes to their demise on the cobblestone floor, and stalked out of the Hall, too. She made an effort to kick the door as hard as she could, so the echo was the only thing left of her.

Rose, Annabelle, and Kenzie turned to look at Sam, who had an expression unchanged by the little display of drama before them. She finished buttering her toast before taking a bite and smiling at the taste.

This didn't last, as Rose took hold of the bread and chucked it all the way to the Slytherin table (where it landed promptly on Draco Malfoy's head, much to Kenzie's pleasure). Sam scowled playfully.

"You owe me some toast."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Kenzie cried out. Sam quirked an eyebrow.

"What d'you mean?" she replied innocently.

"I don't know if you noticed, Sam, but you gave a shirt to Eryn that belonged to Harry. And we can all figure out why you were in possession of an article of his clothing. It's obvious." Annabelle narrowed her eyes for affect. "What isn't obvious is why the fuck you would give it to Eryn! To taunt her? Make her jealous? She's your friend, Sam! Friends don't do that to other friends!"

"Look, I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself –"

"Bullshit!" Rose screamed. Sam didn't get angry and just shook her head.

"It's true! I stayed back to do some fifth year from Ravenclaw, but it turned out that he ditched me for Hogsmeade. I found Harry wandering the halls outside of the library, and questioned him on why he wasn't at the village for his date with Eryn.

"He said that he saw something he'd rather not have seen. A little pillow fight between Eryn, Kenzie, and myself." Annabelle looked at Kenzie accusingly, to which she blushed lightly. "He said he was afraid to confront Eryn about it. And so he stayed back to spare them both the embarrassment."

"Fat load of good it did them!" Kenzie grumbled. "Now Eryn's pissed and heartbroken, and Harry is just in a fucking terrible mess."

"So you're answer to helping a guy get over his obsession with your best friend is to shag him?" Annabelle questioned angrily. Sam nodded.

"Yep!"

"You realize that's sick, right?"

"That's how I cope with stuff. Sex is an awesome outlet. Especially virgins." She winked, and all three girls gasped.

"You didn't," Rose muttered. Sam giggled and winked again.

"A lady doesn't kiss and tell."

"And you are no fucking lady."

All three left, Sam in their dust, refusing to feel guilty.

"I heard that your friend, Sam, shagged Harry Potter."

Annabelle jumped violently. As her heart raced, she furiously looked up from her spot on the ground. The girl above was familiar. Someone she hadn't actually seen in a month.

"Harriet?" she asked with almost doubt in her voice. The girl nodded, looking most pleased that she was recognizable. "What are you doing here?"

"I go to school here!" she giggled. "Silly Annabelle. God and I haven't seen you for what seems like forever!"

"Yeah…um, can I ask you something?" Harriet nodded. "Why did you lie to me about Eryn talking to you? You could've just said that you were interested in Blaise." Her heart rate went up again.

Why the hell did this keep happening? She wasn't interested in Blaise! There was no way on earth that she fancied Blaise in the slightest! They had had one conversation throughout the entirety of six years at Hogwarts! It made no damn clue to her.

"I'm sorry for lying. I just…I didn't know how to confront you about the topic. I wanted a way that seemed…cool. But anyways, that's not what I wanted to talk about! Are the rumors true?"

"What rumors?"

"About Sam Calloway shagging Harry Potter!" Annabelle groaned loudly and let her head fall into her hands.

"Fuck, that news got around that fast?" she groaned. Harriet nodded, unbothered by this slip in emotion by the other girl.

"So it's true then?" she giggled.

"Unfortunately, yes."

"And it was his first time?"

"Yes."

Harriet sighed, sliding down the wall until she was seated next to Annabelle. She smiled a bit. "Y'know, guys never really got my interest. I find the same sex more…appealing, if you catch my drift."

Annabelle quirked an eyebrow and gave Harriet a once-over. She wasn't sure what to make of this girl. Not sure exactly where she had been for the past month. Not sure if she should trust her. Hell, in short, she wasn't sure of anything.

"Um…that's cool, I guess." Harriet seemed oblivious to the intense awkward air that hung around them, as she bounced more and smiled.

"Yeah. So, I was wondering if you were free tomorrow night to help me study up on my OWLs," Harriet grinned. Annabelle quirked an eyebrow.

"The hell…OWLs are for fifth years. And in, like, June! It's fucking October!"

Harriet shrugged. "I'm in fifth year. And I like to get a head start on things!" She quickly looked worried, though. "Is that a bad thing? Oh, God, I should've known that being a keener would lead to no one liking me!"

And she sniffled.

Literally sniffled.

Annabelle stared at her. Not only was she supposedly a lesbian who might have a thing for her, she was also bipolar? Awkwardly, Annabelle placed a hand on her back, to which Harriet immediately responded. Without another word, she flung herself onto the opposite girl, sobbing into her shoulder.

"Um…don't cry?" Annabelle said awkwardly. Harriet sniffled dramatically before pulling away a bit and looking at Annabelle kindly.

"Thank you," she smiled weakly. Annabelle grinned in return, but was cut off by something she hadn't expected in a million years.

Harriet's lips.

With strength she had not known she possessed, she took hold of Harriet's shoulders and pushed her away, holding her back in case she put up a fight. It took the brunette a moment to process that she'd been dragged from the kiss. A scowl covered her face.

"What's wrong?" she asked innocently.

"You bloody kissed me! That's what's wrong!" Annabelle shrieked. Harriet shrugged, making Annabelle's arms go up and down with them.

"And?"

"You…you don't just kiss people!"

"I do. And I'll do it again with ease," she smirked, leaning in, trying to capture Annabelle's mouth again. But she quickly jumped up, curls bouncing, and looked sternly down at the younger, confused girl. "Is something the matter?"

"Yeah, a little!" Annabelle cried. "I haven't seen you in a bloody month and you suddenly decide to kiss me? Am I the only one who sees something wrong with that?"

"Yep!"

"Just…tell me this. Who the fuck are you? And of what interest is Blaise Zabini to you?" Harriet sighed, rising as well, and leaned against the wall. Her eyes fell upon Annabelle in interest.

"I'm –"

"Harriet?"

Both girls twirled around to face…

"My, don't we look lonely without our pack of cronies around us?" Draco's voice rang out as he spotted Kenzie sitting in the library. She was really the only one, as it was one of the last nice October days and everyone else was outside somewhere. Her blue eyes barely lifted from the paper.

"Why insult yourself, Malfoy?" she snapped back. "I'm pretty sure I've already taken into account what an asshole you are."

Draco tutted and took a seat next to her. "Aren't we fussy," he chuckled. She snapped her book closed with a huff.

"What's with this we business?" she countered. He shrugged.

"Well, seeing as you have this perpetual, undying love for me, I figure that I'd make you feel better by including myself with you any time possible." She rolled her eyes.

"I don't know what you're smoking, but it's obviously taken a toll on your already low intelligence. If I were you, I'd stop and leave now before I make a bigger fool of myself," she snapped. He shrugged.

"You see? This is how love goes, my dear. First you're in denial of your feelings. Then anger at them. Then bargaining, as though you would be able to find anyone quite as perfect as myself." She let out a low scoff at this, but he continued as though she hadn't interrupted. "Then depression, into which you may never fall out of. And finally, acceptance."

She eyed him before laughing bitterly. "Those are the five stages of grief, you dolt!" He shrugged again.

"Same difference. You'll end up brokenhearted either way."

"Alright, let me spell out my feelings for you in a way that you will find perfectly clear," she began slowly. His smirk never fell, his gray eyes just boring into her blue ones. "I am not, nor will I ever be, in love with a dick-faced, asshole, cunt-loving, whore-fucking, scab-eating, perpetually-smirking, gray-eyed, two-faced, caddy, pompous, self-centered prick!"

"Good thing you aren't in love with Goyle, then, eh?"

She shrieked out loud, frustrated at his rejection of the fact that she was not in love with him. As she did so, her head flew back, and she unintentionally stuck her chest out a bit. His gaze floated down immediately, noticing how the thin white blouse hardly kept in all of her chest. He could almost see the lace of her bra –

"Pervert!" she cried, and slapped him soundly. He held his stinging cheek as she looked at him with fury. "Just because you are given a clear shot of my tits does not put you at liberty to stare at them!"

Draco sneered. "You wish, Mudblood. As if I would even consider you to be anything but an eyesore. I only look at perfection."

"Yeah? Than explain why you're so attracted to Parkinson's scrawny little ass?" He felt his cheeks turn pink at the name. The one he hadn't heard for quite a while, and wished to ward off forever.

"She's such a little whore," he mumbled. Kenzie nodded.

"Glad to hear that you're finally seeing what others have been for a while now."

"Well, at least she's not –"

"FUCK YOU!"

Both Kenzie and Draco turned at the sound of a voice that belonged to neither of them. Out the door of the library, leading to a hallway, were two students. The first – a male – was red in the face and looking quite pissed off. The second – female – was rather calm, and even a bit smug. Though Kenzie knew this girl well enough to see that she was really dying inside.

"I know you want to," Sam chuckled. Neville crossed his arms.

"No, actually, I'm the only male in this school who isn't madly in love with your body!" he snapped in reply.

"I beg to differ. Otherwise, why would you be so opposed to my shagging of Harry Potter?" This of course stopped him a bit. He shook his head of any ideas of actually liking her though, and they were gone just as quickly as they had come along.

"Because it's your life, and I am only able to watch from the side and hope that no other blokes fall into your traps. You think that shagging every guy in school or seducing the ones who don't want you will make you more popular. But in reality, do you even hear what some people are saying behind your back?"

This got Sam's attention, but she tried to conceal it. A cool, composed look fell over her features and she shrugged, looking at her nails. "What do they say?"

"That you're a whore. No better than Pansy fucking Parkinson. That when you get out of Hogwarts, you'll be a prostitute to married wizards and druggies. That no one will ever love you, and you'll die alone, from some sexually transmitted disease," she snapped.

The silence was unbearable. By this time, Kenzie and Draco weren't the only ones who had gathered to see this screaming match. A number of students in their year, and even some above and below, were gawking at the image of Sam Calloway getting insulted. And not doing anything about it. Only Neville had the nerve to break the quiet.

"Exactly. Because you know it's true," he concluded, and stalked off. Everyone watched Sam for a reaction, but none came. She was frozen still. Kenzie quickly hurried in and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. With some force, they began to walk off, leaving the group of witches and wizards to just watch her leave.

Just because I'm a bitch, I'm leaving in a cliffhanger :) And you love me!

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