gorgeous c.i. by my niika@tda
It was the First of October. My week of detentions was quite boring indeed. Well minus the one night that Colin decided he wanted to make a tower out of exploding snap cards instead of writing lines.
That was amazing. Especially when Minnie Mouse realized what he was doing and threw a fit.
He got another week's worth of detention. And then all the cards blew up in his face.
But back to where I was. So, it was October 1st, and Albus still wasn't talking to me. It was getting a bit ridiculous at this point, so I decided that we needed to have a little chat during breakfast.
"Albus Severus Potter!" I screamed across the Great Hall as I stood on the Gryffindor table, "We need to talk!"
"Nik, you're in a skirt! Get down!" James scolded as he grabbed my hand and tried to pull me off the table.
"Shut up James, it's my body, not yours. Now let me get your brother's attention in peace."
"Nikole, You just got the attention of the whole school. Get down."
"Don't call me that Potter, or it's the powder. Now shut it."
"Shutting." he said with a look of fear as he went back to his breakfast and tried to pretend I wasn't there.
James is smarter than I give him credit for. He must be, because he was the only boy within a ten-foot radius of me, who wasn't trying to look up my skirt. Most of them were succeeding actually.
I tore Lily's Daily Prophet out of her hands and rolled it up.
"Hey!" She yelled at me.
"If one more of you," I started as I pointed to the boys with the rolled up paper, "tries to look up my skirt one more time, I will beat you within an inch of your lives with this paper. Fred Weasley, don't you DARE test me. Death by newspaper is very possible, and you don't want to find out how!" I snapped.
"You wanted something?"
I looked behind me to see Albus shaking his head and smirking at me.
"You! We need to talk!" I scolded as I pointed my finger at him.
"You... have been... an arse to me... for a month!" I yelled as I tried not to stumble climbing off the table.
"Here," he laughed as he grabbed my hand to steady me.
"Stop being an arsehole to me!" I yelled, "It was all in good fun!"
"Alright, alright, I'll behave. I'm bored of being mad at you anyways. Nothing fun ever happens."
"Good, keep it that way," I scowled as I pointed my finger at him.
"Cynthia Mason is looking hot today!" I heard James jeer from behind me, making sure to add a little wolf whistle after. He’s a class act, my James.
I turned around to see the blonde tart herself wink at James as she went to join her friends at the Hufflepuff table.
"You alright, Nikki? Your eye is twitching," Fred spoke up.
'One more word out of you Freddy boy, one more word,' I thought to myself.
"Nikki? Niiiiiiiik? Hey! Earth to Nikki!" Albus said as he snapped his fingers in front of my face.
"What?!" I snapped, "Oh, sorry. Lost myself for a second. What were we talking about?"
"I think you should sit down and eat something," Al chuckled as he moved me toward the table and pushed me down to the bench, "We'll talk during Potions, alright?"
"Yeah, yeah," I replied as I stabbed the eggs on my plate with my fork.
I didn't hear what was said, but the next thing I know, James was walking over to the Hufflepuff table, and I was pretending my eggs were his face. It wasn't an omelet much longer, since my incessant shanking of them with my fork made them quite scrambled-looking.
"You alright there, Scott?" Hugo Weasley spoke up.
"Fine," I sneered.
Lily said something. Don't know what, I was in Potter Hate Mode.
"You look pretty red, maybe you should go see Pomfrey..." Fred stated worriedly.
"I'm. Fine," I spat.
"Alright, sheesh, was just worrying about your mental state is all," Fred retorted as he went back to his breakfast.
"My mental state?" I yelled. Yes, I was losing it. This is what Potters do to me all the stinking time. "How about yours? Potters and Weasleys, you're all bonkers in the head! So if I have a failing mental state, the fault is yours! Every last one of you!"
I stood up to storm out and make a dramatic exit, but it didn't really work in my favor. Never does. No, instead of storming out and looking awesome like I wanted to, I tripped over the bench and fell on my arse.
"Shut up. Every one of you," I snapped, preempting the gales of laughter that were sure to come.
They didn't laugh. They've learned well. Crossing me in one of my moods is a bad idea.
It only took me six years to pound that into their heads.
I stood up, stared at them, and then glared angrily at James who was now standing next to me looking utterly confused.
"What did I miss?" He chuckled.
Nikki Scott Rule # 3,147: DO NOT under any circumstances chuckle at me when I'm pissed beyond all reason.
I punched James in the face. Now he was on the floor.
"Stupid tosser," I growled as I stepped over him and stormed out of the hall.
Now that was an awesomely dramatic exit, even if I do say so, myself.
"So what's got you so wound up" Albus asked as he said as he sat in his seat next to me.
"You're lying to me, Nikki."
"Just drop it."
"I will not. I thought we could talk about anything?"
"You're family, alright? The whole bloody lot of them."
"Who did what?" he chuckled as he leaned his chair back on its hind legs.
"I really should push you over right now," I frowned as I glanced at his stupid chair positioning.
I don't know why, but I hate it when guys lean back on chairs that are clearly, not meant to be leaned back on. It just seems... cocky.
"Why should I be pushed? I did nothing wrong!" He asked frantically as he struggled to regain his precious balance.
I pushed him.
Everyone in the line of sight laughed.
"What the bloody hell, Scott!" He screamed as he awkwardly scrambled off the ground and sat in his chair like a normal human.
"I warned you," I said smugly.
"You did not 'warn' me! You simply said 'I should push you' not 'I'm going to push you'!"
"Same difference" I shrugged.
"It is... you... THAT PHRASE IS AN OXYMORON!" He yelled.
"Your face is an oxymoron," I retorted.
I'm such a mature teenager, don't you think?
"That didn't even make sense, Nikki."
"Made more sense than YOUR MUM."
"Alright, I'll give you that one," he smiled.
I glanced at him awkwardly and burst out laughing.
"I see you two have made up again," Slughorn said as he waddled over to us with a look of sheer annoyance being sent my way.
"Yes sir," Albus smirked with a nod.
"Well, keep your hands to yourselves please," he sneered as he made his way up to the front.
"Is it just me, or did it seem like he was insinuating we were touchy-feely with each other in a way that was not strictly platonic?" Albus chuckled.
"You damn boob," I said as I slapped him upside the head, "Must everything have sexual undertones with you?"
"Pretty much," he chuckled, "And you just said boob."
"You are so immature," I said with a roll of my eyes.
So there Albus and I were, sitting in the courtyard doing our homework, when who walks out but Little Miss Tart.
"What?" Albus questioned.
"Oh, nothing," I said with an evil grin.
"Who are you hexing now?"
"No one..." I said as innocently as possible.
Innocent isn't really my thing though. I don't think it's possible for me to ever look innocent.
"LIES!!!" Albus yelled with a point of his finger.
"Just do your homework, boob."
"Why do you keep referring to me as a part of the female anatomy?" He puzzled.
"Not boob as in breast, you idiot!" I said as I slapped him upside the head again, "Boob as in a stupid moron!"
"Riiiight," he jeered as he opened his Potions book.
And while he wasn't paying attention, by some strange odd happening of fate, Little Miss tart burst out of her clothes. Oh and the majority of her hair floated to the ground.
Don't look at me. I had nothing to do with it. NOTHING!!! It was a miracle! Divine intervention! Merlin smote her from the grave!
Okay so I did it. I'm guilty. Sue me.
Lots of things happened in the brief seconds that followed.
Why does that always happen to me?
She screamed bloody murder as her clothes tore and hair fell out. Her friends screamed and ran. Minerva managed to walk out, right when I had cast said hex, AND caught me doing it. Albus and everyone else burst out laughing.
And I got dragged into the castle by my ear.
That shit hurts like hell, you know.
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