Dirty Little Secrets (A Hogwarts Story)
Jaxin Loureene is one of the most popular girls in Slytherin. She's top of her class in Potions and the best Hexer in her year. But there's a problem; she's failing Charms and Transfiguration.
Suzanna Cameron is a quiet Ravenclaw struggling to survive. She's scared of Slytherins and is constantly grabbing for her mother's charm around her neck. She's smart in everything she does, and avoids bad situations.
So how the hell did these two become best friends and survive the war together?
â€œStudy? Iâ€™ve memorized the textbook!â€ I boasted. Daphne giggled a little bit.
â€œYouâ€™re probably the only person I know who takes time to memorize recipes,â€ she said.
â€œWhat about Granger?â€ Pansy reminded her.
â€œWho?â€ Daphne smiled jokingly. We all burst into laughter.
â€œGranger is the worst,â€ Jenna stated firmly. I smiled.
â€œHey, whereâ€™s Paisley and Lauren?â€ asked Tracey out of the blue. We all surveyed the corridor.
â€œI donâ€™t know, I thought they were with us just a minute ago...â€ Pansy muttered, more to herself.
â€œWeâ€™re here! Sorry!â€ Lauren said as she ran up from nowhere, her twin sister Paisley right on her heels, their raven black ponytails swishing from side to side.
â€œJust stopped to buy some things off Fred and George Weasley,â€ Pais said. Her voice always sounded alluring; it gave me shivers. As Miles Bletchly, the Slytherin Keeper, once said, it was â€œvery sexy.â€
â€œYou mean those filthy bloodtraitors?â€ Daphne snorted.
â€œI know, I know, but they do got a good bunch of, well, pranking supplies,â€ Lauren shrugged.
â€œAnd you gotta admit they ainâ€™t that bad looking,â€ Pais added with a wink.
â€œNO, PAISLEY!â€ Everyone said at once. It was a commonly used phrase. The thing about the Hart twins was they were both extremely beautiful. They had light brown skin and sparkling eyes the color of roasted chestnuts, usually accented with black points made of eyeliner at the corners. Needless to say they had a lot of admirers (even though they were only eleven).
I smiled as Paisley and Lauren showed us their new seemingly-harmless candies, continuing to walk forward.
â€œAnd these are called Puking Pestles,â€ Lauren said excitedly.
â€œThatâ€™s gross,â€ Daphne said in a tone that matched her statement exactly. I wanted to laugh, but before I got around to it, some looser Ravenclaw girl slammed into me as she ran from somewhere behind me, sending us both flying forwards.
â€œGet off!â€ I yelled, flinging her off of me. She was collecting her books again before I could even get to my feet. I was showered by comments of â€œare you all rightâ€ and â€œare you hurtâ€. But I didnâ€™t pay much attention; I was too interested in the girl. She went to grab for a paper by my foot, but I stomped on it and glared down at her. She looked up with wide eyes.
â€œThose are my Charmâ€™s notes,â€ I growled fiercely. She let go like it had suddenly caught flame.
â€œS-Sorry-â€ she stuttered, backing away.
â€œBetter be,â€ I spat, pulling my notes from under my shoe and placing them in my textbook. I looked the girl over a little more, making sure not to look friendly in any way. She was familiar looking. Iâ€™d probably been in class with her before. Wait, I did know her... Her name was Suzanna Cameron, Mum had told me about her family.
â€œI know you,â€ I said suddenly, making her jump and drop another paper, â€œWhatâ€™re you running from, Half-blood?â€
â€œN-Nothing, l-late for c-class...â€ she trailed off, backing away slowly as if I might eat her at any moment. I snorted, flipping my nose into the air.
â€œWhatever. Get out of here before I hex you into next week,â€ I snapped. The comment received intimidating whoops from the rest of the girls. I was the best at hexes in this entire school; everyone knew that. She took my advice and was gone in seconds.
â€œI hate Ravenclaws,â€ Pansy muttered, helping me gather my loose parchment. I looked through my things, frantically searching around in my pile.
â€œWhatâ€™re you looking for?â€ Jenna asked. I looked up, angry.
â€œThe biitch!â€ I exclaimed, shoving my books and things at Mary, letting my wand slide out of my sleeve and into my hand.
â€œWhat?â€ Tracey asked, confused.
â€œShe stole my notebook!â€ I seethed, storming off after her. I could hear the encouragement coming from the girls as I turned the corner.
I found her sitting outside the Potionâ€™s classroom, waiting for the Professor to come. She was on one of the benches, her knees to her chest as she flipping through my notebook, reading quickly. I hurried over, and I had her by the front of her robes, her papers spilled on the floor and her eyes wide. I pushed her up against the wall, my wand held threateningly across her throat. She was squirming, trying to get out of my grip.
â€œStop!â€ I barked, pushing my wand harder into her throat. She did. â€œNow listen to me you little bug,â€ I spat, â€œI know you took my Potionâ€™s notebook. Do you like stealing, huh?â€
â€œNo, no I-â€ she squeaked. I banged her into the wall again.
â€œSHUT UP!â€ I growled, readying my wand at her. Which one, which one... I thought, thinking of the most fun hexes and jinxes. â€œFurnun-â€
â€œLoureene, what do you think youâ€™re doing?â€ interrupted Professor Snapeâ€™s cold voice. I dropped my hand off of Suzanna and spun around, my cheeks colored.
â€œProfessor! She- she stole my notebook!â€ I jumped to defending myself. Snape looked at her as she caught her breath.
â€œIs this true?â€ he asked her. She shook her head.
â€œBut she-â€ I began.
â€œLoureene, I have never seen you take notes in my class, and this is the third incident I have caught you in. Ten points from Slytherin.â€
â€œThatâ€™s because I take them at night! But... Professor!â€ I yelled after him as he whisked himself off into the classroom. I turned around on Suzanna, but she was gone. I grumbled swears under my breath and returned to the classroom, sitting myself angrily next to Daphne.
â€œYou get it back?â€ she asked in a hushed tone.
â€œSnape caught me. Ten points!â€ I hissed, arranging my quills on my desk (which I guessed Mary had put there for me).
â€œNo talking,â€ Snape said calmly, flicking his wand to distribute the tests. I couldnâ€™t help but glare at Suzanna the whole time. If she got a good grade on this... Even if she didnâ€™t... She was in for it.