Location: The house of Trisha Hope
----- A week from Harry Potter's Birthday---- (I forgot the day, haha I fail at being a Potterhead xD)
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"No way. I'm so not doing that." I glared at my best friend,Trisha's smiling face. "Well why not? It's not as if I'm asking you to ask out your brother." She protested, raising a goblet and drinking her pumpkin juice loudly. "I'm not going to do that."
"You lost the bet, You have too-" She continued pushing. "No, I can't! That is not how it's supposed to go for me." I whined, pouting best I could and cupping my goblet, clutching it close to my chest. I shouldn't have even been involved with the bet- But I'd never thought I'd lose, Not to mention I didn't know the result.
"Well you shouldn't have made that bet if you weren't prepared to face the consequences,"- Piped up my other friend,Sasha's timid face. She also had a goblet, though it only had water in it.
"But guys, I can't just go up and ask out Draco Malfoy and assume I'll be able to fake-date him, You guys know that! First of all, my brother is his mortal enemy. Second of all, I'm not his type-He's not mine!!" I pleaded desperately.
"Hey, That is not our problem. It's yours." Trisha shrugged, putting her goblet on the table nearby and crossing her arms afterwards.
"Yeah I know that." I spat, grabbing my container of Bertie Bott's every flavor beans that were also on the table. In the back-round we heard an old song play on the radio, I believe it was "Witching Hour" by Celestina Warbeck, One of my favorite singers of all time.
"Ooh, Warbeck. haven't heard much of her lately-" I tried to change the subject subtly. It didn't work, because Trisha stole a brownish bean from the container and rolled her eyes. She popped it in her mouth and made a disgusted face. "Eww- Vomit flavor! And you can't change the subject so easy!"
"Dumbledore said that vomit favor were horrid. I can't say I disagree, can you?" I tried again. Once again it failed. "Dumbledore is off his rocker-well, was. And no changing the subject, It's not working! It's pathetic really."
"Uhm...Hey, have you read the new edition Adventures of Martin Miggs, The Mad Muggle? I've heard it's the best yet." I said, Turning to Sasha. Her eyes widened. "Yes, I have- But personally, I like the original more-"
"Will you two just cut it out?!" Trisha shouted. "Your not getting out of the bet, your asking him out- your doing it because whenever I lost a bet to you, I did what I had too, and it's only fair you have too to!" She exploded furiously. "YOU MADE ME KISS CRABBE! I will never forget, that was horrid!" She ranted for a while, and I was thinking about what she said. I suppose I did- I never imagined she'd do it though. After a long, hard thinking session I let out a puff of breath.
"Fine." I sighed dramatically. "Really?!" Sasha asked, her eyes wide. "I don't have a choice, now do I?" I asked. She smiled and shook her head.
"I'm going to head to Diagon Alley later, last minute things, you know. Any of you like to come?" Trisha smiled giddily. "Sure, I need to stop by Weasly and Weasly anyhow...Shame it's only one Weasly nowadays..." I trailed of solemnly. Truth be told, I always quite liked Fred. He was funny, smart and fun. He was probably, the most fun-loving, prankster I ever known, And one hell of a twin.
" I know... I had a crush on him... Or was it George?" Sasha joked, grabbing another jelly-bean.
"We've gone off topic, Can we get going? I really, desperately need to replenish my pranking items, And there's free Love Potion to the first five girls that buy puking pestles-"
"We know, Nobody in the whole school doesn't know that your obsessed with Weasly and Weasly pranking products, but there's no rush really, most people are buying school supplies.
"Yeah, I guess so... Well I have too meet up with Ginny and Hermione anyhow, So I best be going." I said, standing up and brushing myself off. I tucked a strad of my untidy jet-black hair behind my ear as I waved good-bye, before apparating out.
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"And what can I get you today, Tay?" George Weasly's voice came from somewhere nearby me. It was hard to tell, what with the crowded, hustle-busting of the super busy joke shop. I was staring at a photo of him and Fred on the wall, hidden by a poster that read "Dolores Umbridge, Public Enemy Number 1", One of their best-selling posters. Not that they sold many posters, so I suppose it wouldn't be hard for it to be a best-seller...
" I was looking at the picture of Fred, But originally I came here too browse the newer prank kits, last time I was here I didn't get too see them all." I smiled, looking up at him, he was on a stool that hadArgus Filch's face on it. Luckily, Filch never saw these.
His face, looked tired- there were bags under his eyes and his normal firey red hair seemed a dull scarlet, he must've been having tough times, what with everything that's happened.
As soon as I said that, there was a gleam in his eye not there before. "Excellent choice, Taylor." He smilled brightly. I chuckled- Even now, he still brightened up at the thought of pranks. Good career choice I suppose. I thought.
He led me over to the newer pranks isle, some of Fred's last ideas in these very shelves. I sighed. "Something wrong?" George raised his eyebrow. "Oh nothing. Just thinking back to first year when you threatened to blow up the toilet seats." I chuckled. "Things sure have changed. Time flies so fast." George said, crossing his arms. "Tell me about it. " I muttered.
After a bit of browsing, I ended with at least 35 galleons worth of pranks, jokes and potions. I checked out and thanked George before heading on my way, out into the crooked roads of Diagon Alley. "Taylor! Over here!" I heard Ginny's voice boom from across the street, standing by Hermione's blushing face.
"Have you seen Ron around, he was supposed too meet us here with-" She began,
"Harry!" Ginny sqealed, running up to the black haired boy approaching us, alongside a red-headed taller boy. "Ronald!" Hermione smiled and ran up too hug him. I nodded and raised my hand in greeting to them both, they smiled in return.
"Hey Sis." Harry smiled awkwardly, peering through Ginny's hair. "Hey Bro." I raised an eyebrow. "What've you been up to?" He grinned, hugging Ginny close to him while trying to have a conversation. Typical Harry.
Harry Potter, As you may not have known- Is my brother. Now, before you go judging, Please hear me out. Me and Harry were raised separately, meeting only in year four when Hagrid finally decided to break the news- Awkward! And as for the question most likely in your head- Why were you never mentioned, ever?!
Simple, when harry defeated Voldemort, Hagrid whisked him off, While I was left un-mentioned, hidden, and alone, Until Bathilda Bagshot found me, and brought me too the orphanage. Where, I was soon adopted- By a young witch by the name of Elle. So, that's my story, really. I was sent to Hogwarts, and well, you see the rest.
" I went too see George, got some 'supplies' dare I say. And you?" I questioned. "Just been hanging with Ron- Mind you, He wouldn't shut up about seeing Hermione again." Harry teased as Ron's cheeks went about as red as his hair. "Did not!"
"Did too."
As they argued, Ginny detached herself from Harry's grip and me, Hermione and her laughed, deciding to look around the newer shops- Lately a lot have been re-opening since the defeat of Lord Voldemort. Leaning against a building nearby we say a pale blond head, peering at us absent-mindedly with piercing grey eyes, bringing the dare once again to my mind.As I stared back, my stomach started too feel queasy.
"Maybe the d-dare was a bad idea." I gulped, mumbling to myself. "What dare?" Hermione raised a skeptical eyebrow. "I'll tell you later 'Mione,-"
"Tell her what later?" Ginny cut in. "I'll tell you too Gin'." I rolled my eyes at my nosy friends.
" Tell them what?" Harry asked, momentarily distracted from the argument. "Oh no, Your not allowed to know." I chuckled at his expression of mock horror. "Fine, then you can't know what you got for your birthday from George." He stuck out his tongue. "Hey no fair!"
George gave the best presents, him and I sharing the love of pranking. Last year he got me a book that he wrote himself called 1001 ways to annoy a Slytherin. By George Weasly. *(I'll make a book for this, too after this book is completed.)
Me and Harry argued for a bit til we got sick of it and stuck up little conversations with our friends.
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The hustle and bustle around the Weasly's house was surprisingly calming, Almost like a real home away from Hogwarts. "HARRY!!" I shouted loud enough for someone outside to hear. "What-What is it?!" He shouted, scared as if he thought Voldemort was re-born and holding me by the throat. "Hi." I giggled.
He picked up a red and gold-sort pillow off the couch and chucked it at my face. "Git." He grumbled. "But you gotta love me." I stuck my tongue out playfully at him. "Unfortunately," he said with his teeth gritted.
"Hey Hermione, Ginny," I called loud enough for them to hear me. "Yeah?" Hermione answered.
"What's up?" Ginny came waltzing in, placing a soft kiss on Harry's cheek as she did so. "Didn't you want me to tell you about the you know what?" I asked. "Oh yeah-"
"What's that?!" Said Harry,. "Girl stuff. Bras and stuff." I said quickly. He blushed and looked away. "That's what you always say it is." He groaned. " I can end you one if you want harry." Hermione joked. "The hell you can!" Ron shouted. "I was only kidding-"
"Hermione, Ginny, Guest bedroom now."I said firmly, motioning them to followed as I trudged up the stairs,while Harry was grumbling something along the lines of "I can defeat an evil powerful wizard threatening to kill me every second of my life, yet I can't even get my sister to tell me what the hell she and my best friend and girlfriend are chatting about."
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"No way-"
"No you can't date that git."
"No no no Taytay, just no!"
"IT'S NOT LIKE I FRIGGING WANT TO!" I shouted angrily at them both. "Your right, we're sorry it's just..." Hermione hung her head on shame.
"Malfoy's so..." Gin started
"Such a..." Hermione added.
"A foul little git." They both finished.
"I know." I sulked. "I hate him, what have I gotten myself into?"
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Hey guys. This is my second story, I put as much detail into it as possible... I realise there's probably a few dared-Draco yada yada- stories, but mine's different. I wouldn't copy-I promise. If there are any stories resembling mine, chances are, I haven't read them.
You know, Me explaining this is stupidly suspicious >_< Okay I'm gonna go before you people think I copied. BAI!!!