(c) to callisto @ tda

"You've got another boy to lose
But does he want you like I do?
I bet you've seen it all before
I bet you're always wanting more"
Ready For You by Years & Years

“Well I’m not yours so fuck you, Clearwater!” I sneered as I pushed his chest. We were arguing this time, because Troy called me his girlfriend when he’s never asked me out and we’ve only fucked/hung-out a few times since the party.

He merely grinned. “Come on, Max don’t be a little bitch.” He purred at me.

That fucker. I’m the only one allowed to purr in this relationship.

I rolled my eyes at him and pushed past him, “If you want to date me then I expect a very expensive dinner and a very creative way of asking,” I called over my shoulder. “Ta ta fuck-boy!”

“You’re insufferable!” He yelled back.

“That’s why I’m your favorite!” I flicked him off over my shoulder as I walked down the hall.

I was so done with this shitty day and ready to pop over to Hogsmeade for some retail therapy. Alone.

“Maxima!” An oh-so annoying voice rang in my ears.

Shit. Fuck. Titty. Damn.


“What?” I turned on my heel to face Lennon Luck.

This little bitch had been trying to weasel her way into my group (clique if it makes you feel more cultured) ever since she stepped foot on this campus and I didn’t take it lightly. No way, is this little Marilyn Monroe wanna-be going to upstage me. Who even still wears Chanel No. 5? Audrey Hepburn was a much better actress and (prettier, skinnier) person anyway.

“I was just wondering if you wanted to like hang-out or something?” Lennon looked up at me with those manipulating doe-eyes. I wasn’t an idiot. I trademarked that innocent doe-eyed look.

“Sorry, I’ve got plans that don’t include you,” I replied with a sickly sweet smile.

“Really?” Lennon raised her chin. “Because I think that I’ve got some information that you might want…”

I rolled my eyes, “About what your boyfriend’s mediocre bed talents?” I laughed. “Oh yeah, I dated Goyle in the summer of ’19. He screams like a girl when he orgasms.” I gave her a smirk. “See you around, Lennon Luck.” I waved over my shoulder as I walked passed her.

She gave me a look that I bet meant she intended for it to make me fall over dead.

Goyle doesn’t really scream like a girl (at least when he orgasms), but I told everyone that after he went around saying that I sucked his dick and slept with him on the first date and a bunch of other shit. When actually we only made out a few times and he was a terrible kisser, so I dumped him. Then I started telling people about a bunch of bullshit about how Goyle was in bed and how he had a tiny dick and all this other shit to counteract it.

It’s only fair, right?

“I’m going to tell Arya that you fucked her brother if you don’t listen to me!” Lennon blurted.

I just shrugged. “So what? I don’t anymore, tell her if you want.”

Lennon gave a tiny huff and started to storm off, stomping loudly. “You’re going to regret this!” She called after me. I grabbed her arm to stop her.

“Threaten me again and regret will be the least of your worries.” I snarled. “I don’t know where you get such big balls to come to my school and try to tell me shit. I don’t think you have fully grasped how this place works yet, so I’m going to let it slide this time.” My grip tightened on her arm to a painful point, my painted nails digging into her skin. “But don’t you fucking dare to do it again. I will ruin you.” I leveled my gaze with hers and she looked defiant, but I could see fear in her eyes. I let go of her arm and she scurried off with a glare in my direction, holding her arm tight.

I just rolled my eyes and smiled a little as I began the climb to Gryffindor Tower.

I finished fixing the waves in my hair and reapplied red lipstick. I was glad that Persephone and Arya were studying in the library and the Protégés were taking care of my Don business, because I needed some relaxation time today. I grabbed my purse and walked down the stairs with my phone in my hand.

I entered in the common room and heard a squeaky voice as I passed behind one of the couches. “Hey Maxima!”

I turned to see Albus Potter’s messy hair and luminescent green eyes looking over the top of the couch. “Hey Albus.” I stopped to speak to him towering over the couch in my heels. I’m surprised he wasn’t with his sister it was only two days after the Quidditch match. I spoke to Albus, because of my almost-forgotten promise to James.

“What’cha doing?” He asked in a worried, mumbling manner.

I smiled, because most guys get nervous around me. “Just going shopping, what about you?”

He gestured behind him. “Just studying with Rose, Elijah, and Altaira.” I looked up to see the other three sitting there as well. Weasel (I mean Rose) was shooting me death glares and so I smiled back at her.

“Well Albus, if you’re not busy you could come with me?” I asked glad that I’d be spiting Weasel by stealing her cousin.

Albus’ eyes grew the size of dinner plates. “Really?”

“Yeah sure, I could use the company and you’re always great company.” I beamed at him.

“Of course, yeah.” He smiled. “Can I go like this?” He motioned to his much-too-big blue/gray knit sweater and his jeans.

“If you want.” I shrugged.

“Alright let’s go.” He grabbed his jacket and proceeded to knock Weasel’s notes and books all over the floor. “Oh geez, sorry Rosie!” He looked at her with a nervous smile.

“It’s fine!” She hissed as she bent down to collect her books. “Just go!”

“Okay, bye guys,” he replied and I shot Weasel a smile over my shoulder as Albus walked beside me out the portrait hole.

“So what have you been up?” I asked Albus conversationally.

“Oh you know just the prefect stuff, studying, and Quidditch practices.” He shrugged. “I never seem to have time for anything else!” He laughed as we walked outside. My Muggle car was waiting to take us to Hogsmeade.

“Hello Miss Brankovitch.” The chauffeur opened the door for us.

“Hello Gerald.” I smiled and got in the car.

Albus slid in bedside me. “A chauffeur and everything? So you’re like famous?” He mumbled and grinned at me.

“Something like that.” I winked at him.

“I feel so entitled,” he told me in faux-appreciation.

“You should.” I fluttered my lashes at him and he blushed. “You know your cousin, Rose, she seems very angry…” I looked at him in worry. “Or is it just me?”

Albus looked like a deer in headlights for a second before swapping to a fake causal air. He inspected his fingernails and mumbled, “She’s just um temperamental usually.”

“Oh well I was just worried, because she always seems to be in a foul mood…at least when I’m around…” I put a sad look on my face.

Albus took the bait.

Swallowed it whole: hook, line, and sinker.

“No, no it’s not you. Like I said she’s just you know moody,” he mumbled as he rubbed the back of his neck in unease. He was a terrible liar. “I’ll talk to her about it.” He nodded firmly.

“If you think it’s necessary,” I replied shyly. I leaned across him to reach the minibar and he edged back, but I could see him staring at my boobs and then at my ass. “You want a drink?” I asked him as I fixed myself a cocktail.

“Uh sure?” It came out as a question and I smiled.

“Alright then sit tight Captain, I’ll fix you something good.” I winked at him and fixed him a stronger cocktail than mine. “Here you go.” I handed him the swirling, amber liquid.

“Thanks.” He smiled.

“Alright, hold ‘em up!” I opened my OwlChat and turned it on selfie-mode. Albus held up his drink and we smiled. I snapped the picture and captioned it: livin’ lavish, before uploading it to my Portrait.

“Scared, Potter?” I asked coyly as I drank a big swallow of my drink.

“Yeah totally,” Albus agreed sarcastically. He downed a huge gulp and spluttered as it burned his throat.

I could tell that he didn’t trust me, but he wanted to. He wanted to so bad. Sorry Al, but boy am I playing you like a fiddle.

“Your first?” I asked.

“First of whatever that is.” He laughed and I returned the laugh.

“Yeah, it happens to the best of us.” I smiled as the limo halted. I placed my glass on the tray and Albus did the same as the door opened.

He got out first and then helped me out carefully.

“Gerald, you can stay in the village. We are walking back,” I told him and he nodded in answer.

“So where to first?” Albus asked.

“My favorite boutique,” I explained. “I haven’t been here in a while, but JT got me something from here yesterday. I leave a lot of things I want on hold so people can come by and pick them up as gifts. Every month I usually buy what’s left.”

“Oh.” Albus nodded probably a bit shocked and/or intrigued.

“That’s just how I roll, homie.” I laughed and he grinned back. We entered the boutique and all the workers said their hellos to me. The manager then came over to personally attend to me.

“You can have a seat here, Mr. Potter.” She steered Albus towards the cushioned seats outside the dressing rooms. “We’ll bring out some pastries and water for you, or do you prefer coffee?”

“Coffee is fine. Can I have a venti Americano?” Albus asked and I raised my eyebrows. Albus Potter knew how to coffee-talk? Scandal. I wouldn’t expect that from someone like him.

“Maxima, do you want anything?” He looked up at me.

“Uh yes a tall Chai Tea Latte, please.” I turned to the usual girl who helps me. Her name was Edith and she was a doll in the best way possible: a blonde people pleaser with the ambition of a Slytherin.

“We just got a new shipment in yesterday.” She smiled at me. “I can bring you some clothes in if you like?”

“Yes please,” I told her. “I want a little bit of everything right now, I’m not sure what I’m feeling.”

“Of course, of course.” She nodded and disappeared as I disappeared into the dressing room. I was undressing when Edith brought the dresses in and hung them up. “I’ll be outside if you need me.” She smiled and exited quickly.

I examined the dresses she got for me and pulled on one that was an off-white color. It had yellow flowers in splotches all over it with three-quarter sleeves and an A-line skirt.

“How does this one look?” I asked Albus, Edith, and the manager, Circe. “The skirt is kind of fluffy.”

“I think it is very Audrey Hepburn!” Circe grinned.

“It’s very classic, I mean the skirt does poof out, but it’s supposed to.” Edith circled me as she tugged at the skirt and looked at it.

Albus was gazing at me with a starry-eyed look as he ate some of the pastries and drank his manly Americano.

“I think with a pair of black patent leather pumps it would slay.” Edith shrugged.

I nodded slowly. “Put it on hold.”

I went back in the dressing room and handed it out to her. The next one I put on was black (like my soul) with a sheath fit and had three cut-outs on the chest. One cutout formed a triangle right above my boobs with other two on each side.

“Wow,” Albus said as I walked out.

“Gorgeous!” Circe wailed.

“Sex on heels.” Edith joked.

I blushed and grinned. “I’ll buy this one.”

I walked back into the dressing room. I got into a gorgeous yellow number from my favorite designer's collection this year. It was sleeve-less and fit perfectly.

“I think I’ve found what someone is getting me for my birthday in November.” I grinned.

Edith and Circe nodded reverently and told me how beautiful it was. Albus just smiled with this odd look on his face. I ignored it and went back into the dressing room.

“Thanks Edith, Circe!” I called over my shoulder as we exited the boutique. It was about seven o’clock and so I turned to Albus. “Would you like to grab some food seeing as we’re missing dinner?”

“Yeah sure sounds great.” He smiled, mumbling a bit, as we walked to the Three Broomsticks. I sent Gerald a text to have him pick-up my bags from the boutique and deliver them to my room.

“Let’s take a picture.” I grinned and grabbed a random passerby. “Excuse me, could you take our picture?” I asked the older lady.

“Sure love.” She smiled and we posed in front of the Three Broomsticks. I wrapped my arm around Albus’ waist and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. We grinned for the camera and the lady snapped the picture. “You two make a lovely couple,” she complimented.

I laughed as Albus blushed. “Thank you, but we’re just friends,” I told her and she just smiled before walking on. “This is super cute of me. Do you mind if I put it on the Gram?” I asked him.

“No, no of course not,” Albus stuttered as we entered the restaurant. We sat down at a table and I began typing out a caption: we’re here for the butterbeer, al wants an americano tho.

“I tagged you in it,” I told him and turned to the waiter. “I’ll have a butterbeer and a salad thank you.” I fiddled with my phone as Albus ordered and then placed it face down on the table.

“So how’d you know Troy Clearwater?” Albus mumbled.

I almost rolled my eyes. “He’s nothing. We’ve slept together a few times and hung-out, but until he asks me out in a grand dramatic way he’ll still be nothing.”

Albus merely nodded.

“I know what you’re thinking,” I told Albus and he got that deer-in-headlights look again. Wow, he’s really good at that look, he does it a lot.

But he can calm down, I wasn’t here to call him out about the crush he’s had on me since first year. “That Troy is kind of a player and all, but don’t worry Albus.” I placed my hand over his hand gently. “I can take care of myself, but I mean of course having friends like you helps a lot.” I smiled innocently at him and pretended not to see the way his face fell.

“Of course yeah.” Albus gave a small smile.

The waiter appeared and set our food before us.

“Why’d you get a salad?” Albus asked me.

“A girl has to eat healthy to maintain a body like this.” I laughed. “I work out every day as well.”

“Wow that’s dedication.” He nodded.

“I blame the patriarchy, but whatever.” I winked at Albus and he laughed.

“You sound like AC.” He shook his head.

“Ana-Catherine Wood?” I clarified and he nodded. “I always forget that different people call her different things.” I shook my head.

“Yeah, it’s weird isn’t it?” He agreed. “Some people call me Al, but most people don’t.”

“Yeah, only a select few people get to call me Max,” I told him.

“Can I call you Max?” He mumbled.

“As long as you don’t make a habit of it.” I smiled back.

Albus beamed at me and I felt a little bad for manipulating him to get back at Weasel. He was such a sweet kid really. But he was a better minion…ahem I mean friend.

Albus and I walked up the steps of the Great Hall.

I had his jacket wrapped around my shoulders and we both had hot chocolates in our hands. We hoped they would ward off the cold on our walk back, but I was too cold and I “just had to” steal Albus’ jacket. I know it’s the oldest trick in the book, but it’s effective. We made our way up the steps toward Gryffindor Tower.

“Albus! Maxima!” I heard a familiar voice.

Albus muttered, “Shit,” softly beside me.

“Where have you two been?” Professor Lupin looked at us sternly. His hair was now turquoise and stuck up in all directions. He wore typical Muggle clothes and I smiled warmly at him.

“We just took a trip into Hogsmeade,” I told him innocently. “That’s okay isn’t it Professor Lupin? My Dad told me it was alright.” I smiled. I watched as Professor Lupin twitched his lips uneasily. He wanted to put us in detention, but he knew better than to defy my father. He’d lose his job for it. He shifted from foot to foot.

“Okay well don’t let it happen again, you two. Oh and Al, you missed your parents. They dropped by to check on your sister. They give you their love,” he told him.

“Oh okay, ditto.” He nodded.

“Well, we’ll be getting back to the Tower, see you in class Professor Lupin!” I grabbed Albus’ wrist and yanked him forward.

We raced up the stairs to Gryffindor Tower and didn’t stopping giggling until we reached the Fat Lady’s portrait.

“I don’t understand how you do that!” Albus laughed as we entered the common room which was fortunately empty. Well, it was about ten at night and there’s classes tomorrow.

“Do what?” I smirked devilishly.

“Get out of trouble so easy?” He grinned.

“It’s because she is easy.” An unfortunately familiar voice came from the corner.

We turned to see Weasel sitting with a small group of people. Okay, so I lied there was people in the common room.

I noticed Sable Moran (goody-two-shoes to a tee), Elijah Sloper (he’s very ~indie~), James Potter (aye papi you fine), McCartney Luck (the ever doltish, doe-eyed chick with Satan’s spawn for a sister), and Ana-Catherine Wood (we have a mutual respect for each other and hatred for the patriarchy).

“Rose!” Albus hissed.

“What? It’s true.” Weasel smirked at me as she stormed over. “That slut is sleeping with Troy, Al, wake up! She’s manipulating you.” She put her hands on her hips.

I’m mildly offended.

“No she’s not Rose, just because you think that Maxima has some vendetta against you doesn’t mean that she’s a slut or a bitch or whatever.” Albus glared at Weasel.

“You just don’t want to face the truth, because you’ve had a perpetual boner for her since you were eleven!” Weasel yelled.

My mouth dropped open. Holy phoenix, Weasel did not! Shit is about to hit the fan. Mother fuckers hold on to your hats.

Albus’ jaw dropped along with everyone else in the room including me, but he regained his composure.

“Oh wow.” He pulled on his chin and nodded his head, looking at Weasel. “Hey Rose, why don’t you shut the fuck up and pretend that you’re not a pretentious bitch for just a second.”

Rose’s mouth parted slightly. “Albus, I—”

“I’m fucking talking.” Albus’ clenched his jaw. Damn that’s sexy. “I’m sick and tired of hearing you bitch about Maxima. About how she’s out to get you and she hates you and treats you like shit and is always trying to one-up you. Because it’s bullshit and it’s childish and you need to quit making fucking excuses for why things don’t work out how you want them to.”

Albus was on it, like fuck it’s getting real.

“Instead of bitching about it why don’t you act like an adult and take some responsibility for your actions instead of acting like a brat. I mean I’m honestly surprised you can even talk with that big-arse silver spoon in your mouth!” (He’s even bringing out Muggle insults, damn.)

Weasel’s lip was trembling and I figured she would start crying if Albus kept going.

“How about this?” Albus paused. “You can either grow the fuck up and start treating people with respect or continue to act like a pompous little bitch and never speak to me again, your choice.” He growled. “Oh and don’t you dare talk shit about Maxima or intentionally harm her in any way or I swear Rose.” He let the threat drift and grabbed my hand. “Come on Max.” He exaggerated the nickname and I allowed him to pull me across the common room and around the corner where the staircases were.

We were both quiet for a little bit.

“I’m sorry you had to see that.” Albus blushed.

I just smiled. “It’s okay. It was kind of nice having someone defend me like that.”

Albus began to babble nervously. “I have a bad temper. I get from my Dad; he’s got a rotten temper to be as easy-going as he is. You’d expect a worse temper from my Mum, but she just yells all the time, so it loses its terror. Dad’s usually amicable and easy-going so he’s scarier when he gets mad.”

“Al.” I placed a finger on his lips. “It’s okay.” I gave him a bit of a smirk. “You’re pretty cute when you get all flustered.”

He blushed a dark red. “Th-thanks.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, we’ve got prefect duties right?” He nodded. “Goodnight, Al.” I turned on my heel to walk away.

I turned back around. “Oh I almost forgot.” I strode over and placed a peck on his cheek. “Thanks again for being the best.” I smiled into his ear. “Goodnight.” I walked up the girls’ stairs.

“Goodnight Max.” I heard and threw him another smile before disappearing up the stairs.

I shook my head to clear away all the clutter that the very gross thing they call feelings left behind.

It was something about the way that Albus had just attacked Weasel in my honor. It made me look at him in a different light. A sexier light. Nope, nope hell mother fucking no!

Goofy as fuck Albus Potter was in no way getting ensnared in my societal web. For 1. It violated the don’t date New Money Rule. and 2. He was too caring and sensitive for me. I would eat him up and spit him out. Cue the playing of I Eat Boys Like You For Breakfast by Ida Maria. (That song is on the soundtrack of my life.)

I mean since I’m the queen, that means Albus would technically be my fool. I sighed as I walked into my dorms. Feelings are for clingy-ass bitches who always listen to the patriarchy, order frappuccinos, and let men (including their own) walk all over them.

Well I, Maxima Astrid Brankovitch, rarely listen to the patriarchy, have never ordered (and never will order) a frappuccino, and never ever let men (especially my own) walk all over me. The only way that would ever happen if they were walking over my Dior-clad corpse.

Maxima Astrid Brankovitch doesn’t need feelings.

Just money and alcohol. And lots of that shit.

Author's Note:
Thanks for anyone who still keeps up with this story! You tha real MVP! Thanks for reading and reviewing! Anything you recognize is not mine! Next chapter is back in McCartney's POV, so stick around!

Rose Weasley is portrayed by Nataliya Piro
Altaira Swann is portrayed by Brittany Snow
Elijah Sloper is portrayed by Thomas McDonell

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