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Sabotage by justkeepswimming

Format: Novel
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 1,023
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Contains profanity, Scenes of a mild sexual nature, Spoilers

Genres: Drama, Fluff, Humor
Characters: James (II), Rose, Scorpius, OC
Pairings: James/OC, Rose/Scorpius, OC/OC

First Published: 01/20/2014
Last Chapter: 05/25/2014
Last Updated: 05/25/2014

James Potter was always the boy who was just there. For me anyways.

For other girls he seemed to be the only thing they could talk about.

It's not that I disliked him, or thought he was arrogant and not worth my time - although I did think that. I just never saw him in a way other than another boy who goes to school with me.

James II/OC


Chapter 1: Sabotage
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How it all started is fairly simple.

It was a Tuesday evening and I was coming back from my prefects meeting at exactly 7:03, I remember because I spent the next few minutes complaining about how the meeting ran on for three minutes. Three minutes that could have been spent doing something that actually proved useful; like, I don't know, solving world hunger for example. It would take me three minutes longer to do that, if in the case I was actually going to do it, and therefore more starving people would die needlessly. All because the meeting ran on.

You cannot say that is an invalid point.

My fellow prefect James Potter - well, he's Gryffindor and I'm Ravenclaw but we're technically 'fellow prefects' - was walking with me, as he tends to do quite often because he hates the meetings as much as me. He's easy to complain to because he let's me rant and in the end he just says, 'I agree.' It's marvellous not having someone who interrupts me and tells me that I whine too much, which is really the only reason him and I are friends. Other than with me, he's usually quite annoying and stuck up. I forgive him of course because he's my only source of complainionship - like companionship... No? Nobody?


This is why I have no friends.

After a few minutes of a comfortable silence, Potter swung his arm around my neck in his own - shall we say special? - way of saying goodbye and pranced down the hall towards his common room.

I was, as I always do and as everyone knows I always do, walking down to the kitchens to get some pumpkin pasties to feast on later that night. My best friend Hannah and I sit up all night together, talking about boys and eating crap. I end up mostly talking about Rory, my boyfriend of three years, while she talks about her many escapades with boys.

Her many escapades.

I wouldn't call Hannah a slut exactly, just she gets around a lot. Which could be looked on as slutty, and maybe yes, her actions are slutty but not her personality. Her personality is rather nerdy and strange, she spends at least half of her time in the library and is proud that she knows all the muggle superhero comics by heart. You would never guess though, with her long blonde hair and tanned skin she looks like the perfect Witch Weekly cover girl.

I found myself walking without thinking and soon I walked past a classroom a few metres away from my destination. I only looked in because from the hall, it sounded like a girl was having an asthma attack. Probably on the verge of death. She sounded like me after I finish climbing the stairs.

So I, being the good citizen I am, burst into the room and came face to face with a very - very­ - naked body. Lying on top of another naked body. I ran from that room faster than you could say 'Oops'.

I was out of the room and left not knowing what to do, panicking that they had heard the door opening and thought I had just been looking some cheap porn. Although they did seem a little too, uh, preoccupied in other, er, activities to notice lil' ol' me barging in.


I did want to know who the couple were, being a girl I do have a little obsession with gossip. Not to mention it would make a great story to tell Hannah tonight. I did not however, want to wait around like a lunatic for them to come out. I wouldn't want them to think I had been spying on them.


Even if that's exactly what I had been doing.


I was about to continue towards the kitchens, get out of the danger zone quickly, but it seemed the universe had other plans and the door started to squeak open. So I did as all sane people would, I rounded the corner and hid in a, thankfully, empty broom cupboard.


A girl giggled and I heard the low rumble of a guy speaking in hushed tones, but I couldn't place the person behind the voice. I could see through the crack in the door, and my curiosity led me to peek out.

The footsteps were coming my way and my stomach felt queasy, adrenaline pumping through my veins. It wasn't often that I spied on people and I felt the danger of being caught keeping me on the edge.


Terrifyingly exciting.


Although, as soon as my wandering eyes fell on the two people my excitement drained immensely. I backed away from the door and came into contact with a wall after half a step. My breathing became eradicated, my back trailed down the wall as I fell to the floor and my head collapsed into my shaking hands.

I won't let this hurt me, I thought, holding back tears.


But I did.


I was hurt that Rory came out of that room, his shirt barely even buttoned up. His lips swollen. His usually perfect hair mussed up uncontrollably.


But more than that, I was hurt that the girl he was holding hands with was Hannah. My Superman obsessed best friend who had been with every guy but my guy. Except it was all a lie.


I watched them smirk, eyes glowing with lust. Not a hint of remorse. No regret.


I was the victim, something I felt I had never been before. Something I had never wanted to be.


I heard that annoying giggle again. That is when I resolved that it was time to turn the tables, I was upset and angry - two emotions, when put together, are highly dangerous.


 AN: Hey y'all.

Alright, so I've made some major changes to this and I'm starting over basically. Would love to hear your thoughts! How do you like our main character who is yet to be name by myself? And what about Rory and Hannah?! Damn, that's just wrong. Review if you will, it would seriously make me a very happy human being.