A/N: Hullo:)

So, I am currently writing this instead of taking a shower. I have school today though, so I should get up at some point. I have this on Google Docs so I can work on this on the bus. It's a good twenty to twenty-five minute ride every morning. Of course, once I get to school I have to work on the bio homework I didn't do over the weekend so I could work on this story (and laundry).

This one is even shorter! I don't know what's going on. Hopefully the next one is longer.

Please review, please review, please review, thank you.

Harry Potter and all those characters belong to JK Rowling herself, which means they aren't mine.

Music recommendation: Jackie and Wilson by Hozier

XOXORose

-DdLM-

I wake up early the next morning, still on top of James, who is drooling. Gross. But not as gross as I am. No matter how many times they all tell me to ignore those girls, that I'm pretty, or beautiful, or whatever, I can't help the thoughts that pop into my head. I carefully extricate myself out of James' bed and out of the dorm, and make it up to my own dorm before any of the girls even noticed that I was gone. That was the first night in a while that I hadn't been plagued by nightmares. The boys have all been so kind...

No! You can't think that way, Dia. No, no, no, you are in the middle of pranking them big time! You've... earned it. Like James said. Whether or not he was talking about that. All those years of them mercilessly pranking us, and I'm going soft.

Since I had a little time on my hands that morning, I decided to try something a little trickier. I went for the "nothing is wrong" look. I don't want anyone to see how weak I am besides how fat. No one would ever go near me ever again.

I skip a shower, deciding instead on a loose fishtail braid and extra deodorant. Shirt, sweater, tie, skirt, flats. My makeup was light, merely covering the imperfections, and I lined my eyes in black, and put on a thin coating of mascara. I'm tired of dressing up and showing off. I liked the feeling that I got when people genuinely thought I was pretty, but now that I knew that none of them did, I'd almost given up. Besides. I was trying to lay low until the holidays.

So that was a good idea.

Lily and Marlene started to stir and I quickly thought a spell to make my bed look slept in.

"What do you think?" Marlene blinks at me.

She looks thoughtful.

"Very unassuming. I think you should plant most of the amortentia."

"What? No. I'm supposed to be laying low, right?"

"Exactly. So no one will be paying any attention."

"Alright. It's a well thought out plan, and I can't find any flaws in Dia doing this."

"Lily! Don't back her up!"

"I think it'll be a good way to expose the girl Sirius has a crush on. And he's going to be extra close to you anyway as one of your knights in shining armor."

Marlene elbowed Lily in the side, and they were both trying not to smile.

The girls got ready and they all looked stunning. Unlike me. I just got to tag along. Tracey kept talking about Amos Diggory, and Jay kept talking about her guy, Jonathan. I think they had finally forgotten about what Sirius had done to them. Poor Lily was still being tormented by James, but she was starting not to mind as much. At this point the only thing keeping me going with the pranks is how the others have been burned by the Marauders. All of these pranks get me close to the boys and that means that I get targeted. The other girls are well-known, and everyone knows that there's no chance of any of them being the mysterious girl that Sirius is in love with, but I'm new, and I'm different. Everyone loves my friends, but they all hate me. I want to give up. But I can't.

I don't see how I could be a threat, though. I'm so fat. And ugly. And horrible. Just like they said. I finally figured out their names. It was an accident, really. I just overheard them talking in the corridor. Sarah, the blonde one, the leader; Amanda, the dark-skinned one; Francesca, the one with squinted eyes, always glaring. Glaring at me. Like I've done something so horrible that it's beyond words, but I don't know what I've done.

I'm brought out of my thoughts by the girls uncorking the bottles of amortentia and the entire dorm is filled with my favorite scents.

"The dorm smells wonderful! Like strawberries, and the ocean, and something that is just so... summer! We should keep some of this stuff and coat the walls with it!"

"Sounds like your soaps and perfumes to me!"

"Well, don't you guys smell your soaps and perfumes? They should be all of your favorite scents!"

Lily giggles. "My favorite scents remind me of home, like it used to be, before I knew I was a witch. Potpourri, and barbecues, and Petunia's hand lotion, because she always used too much, and the whole house would stink of it!"

Tracye sighs. "Smells to me like Amos Diggory!"

We all laughed at her.

Marlene spilled a little on her robe and as we walked down, and all eyes were on her and Lily and Tracye and Jay. Their eyes were drawn there by Marlene because she was the one that smelled like everything they loved, but as they all looked so amazingly beautiful. No one even noticed me. There was nothing special or different about me.

When we finally made it down to the Great Hall Lily sat by James, Tracey sat by Peter, Jay sat by Remus, and Marlene sat by Sirius. I sat between them and the boys' current girlfriends. Thankfully I knew all of them.

As the girls started dripping the amortentia onto the Marauders' robes, I talked to their girlfriends, bringing up the multiples, the little attention they were given by the boys, and how often they got distracted by a nice figure and a pretty face that didn't belong to whom they should. By the time breakfast was over I'd say a very public dumping was imminent. Classes went by slowly and probably painfully for the eight girls I had talked to that morning. At lunch I sat with the now usual group.

"I wonder what's wrong with Heather. She hasn't talked to me all day."

"Clarice had been acting weird too."

"Laura and Ruth kept glaring at me."

They all kept sniffing the air.

"Mm... I didn't notice before... Did one of you get new perfume? Something smells like strawberries... and the ocean... and just... I'm not even quite sure. It smells like outside. It smells nice."

Suddenly I'm even less hungry than I was before. I didn't eat breakfast, and it's been a while, I was actually planning on having something, but now I don't think that I can. They were all right. How did they know? He likes me. Me! This isn't good. This really, really isn't good. I stand up, grab my bag, and slip away, but Tracey notices. Luck is on my side for once, and she's the only one, and she's stuck in between Peter and Jay and can't get away. I go and hide in the bathroom. Sarah, Amanda, and Francesca walk in. My tormentors. Sirius' apparent one true love. Oh God, but Sirius doesn't know that.

They've found me. They know. She's finally going to kill me.

"What's wrong? You scared? Good."

Amanda and Francesca grabbed my arms, yanked me to the ground, and held me still.

"You're hiding something from me, aren't you? You know something. That's why you won't talk, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't want it to be me, I never even thought for a second, I didn't try to -" But I talked so fast she couldn't understand me.

"Slow down, you bitch."

I backtracked.

"I know for a fact that Sirius is going to be single soon. I have it on good authority that his girlfriends know about each other and are going to dump him if not today, then tomorrow, or the next day."

"No. That's not what you said. You didn't want what to be you?"

I hung my head in defeat. I knew what was coming.

"You're the little slut that's been stealing him away from me! And here I thought you were just trying to get his attention, but you

already have it!"

"I'll help you! I'll help you get him! He'll forget about me, I swear. Please! Please."

Francesca and Amanda whip me back up again and pin me against one of the sinks as Sarah hits me, scratches me, and insults me. Tears drip from my eyes, tracing lines down my cheeks, swirling and mixing with the blood. She seems disgusted with my lack of reaction, has her little cronies let me go, and shoves me into the mirror. It cracked and then shattered, pieces flying everywhere.

"You don't help, you're dead."

She left.

Everything moved in slow motion. I was dizzy and couldn't concentrate enough to cast anything voicelessly and I had to dig through my bag to find my wand. My hand was shaking as I fixed the mirror, sealed up the worst of my scratches, and cast a glamour over everything. I couldn't let anyone know. I couldn't have people look at me like that. I couldn't let them see how they broke me. How they won. And above all else, I couldn't disappoint my parents. I wouldn't make it a day after that.