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?
A Skip and a Hop to Ravenclaw Tower
"Furnunculus," I lied, fiddling with my wand as I laid across the sofa with my head in Pansy's lap. "But the little biitch was too smart for it. She'd gotten it all cleared up by next class."
"That sucks," said Tracey, braiding Daphne's hair.
"Whatever. So, we have one last week before final exams. Are you ready?" Pansy asked, running her fingers through my hair as if stroking a cat.
"I don't know. I just hope I don't fail Charms. Or Transfiguration," I added.
"You ain't gonna fail," Lauren said, flipping through a book called Magical Manicures: A Complete Guide to Perfect Nails.
"Even if you do, they ain't gonna kick you out with a 102 average in Potions class," Paisley assured, switching Lauren's emerald green nail polish with a nail polish bottle that looked exactly the same. The rest of us knew not to say anything. Whatever prank Pais was pulling, it was entirely between her and her sister.
Iâ€™m not so sure, was what I wanted to say. Instead, I said, â€œyeah, probably not. Well, I'm going to the library. I'll catch up with you later," I said, peeling myself away from my comfortable spot on the couch.
"Okay, see you later," Pansy said, crossing her legs on the cushion. As I exited the common room, I heard all the girls squeal. Most friends would turn around and make sure everyone was all right. Me? I ran away as fast as I could. I didn't want anything to do with the Hart twins' pranks at the time.
Although my intent was to go grab a few potions books out of the Restricted Section, I couldn't get Suzanna's proposal out of my head. Tutor me? In charms? And in Transfiguration? I could use the help. I decided that it wouldn't be a bad idea, as long as no one knew. Instead of taking a right to the library, I turned for Ravenclaw Tower. The locations of the common rooms were meant to be secret, but they were easy to locate if you read Hogwarts: A History. Which I had, if that was unclear.
I was just turning the corner when I smacked into someone. Whoever it was, they were tall, as in tall enough to look down at me. I picked myself up off the ground, without any supplies to drop. So where'd all this come from? I though. Guiltily, I realized I had caused whoever I'd run into to drop their things.
"So sorry," I said, beginning to pick things up for them.
"No problem," they replied, obviously a boy. I looked up and my blood turned cold. He was tall; tall with red hair, brown eyes, and freckles. I knew who it was... Um, well, it was one of two people.
"Uh, which are you...?" I asked. On a regular day, I'd snap at him for running into me. However, I was too preoccupied with the idea of maybe having a tutor that I was in a pretty good mood. He smiled. Cute was the word that came to mind. I brushed it away with concern for my own self. Weasley's were not cute.
"I'm Fred. Well, Fred Weasley, but I'm guessing you already guessed that. And you are?"
"I'm Jaxin. Uh, Loureene. Jaxin Loureene." I returned the smile, running my fingers through my hair. I couldn't help but continue thinking that Paisley was right: "And you gotta admit they ainâ€™t that bad looking."
"Ah, the first year hexer," he said, taking his things from me and putting them back in his pile.
"Yeah, I guess so," I blushed.
"You seem pretty nice, for someone with a bad reputation," he noted aloud.
I frowned. "Do I really have a bad reputation?"
He shrugged. "Nah, not bad. Just badass."
I tried not to blush even more. "Well, you've got one too, you know."
"And proud of it," he winked. My mouth formed a laugh without my consent.
"Maybe you could teach me how to use pranks sometime?" I blurted out. I mentally slapped myself. Twice. Maybe three times.
To my surprise he nodded. "Yeah, and maybe you could teach me some fun jinxes. You free after classes tomorrow?"
I nodded vigorously. "Yeah. I'll meet you in the courtyard?"
"Okay, cool," I smiled, and he began to walk away. I did the same, head down with my cheeks pink.
"Oh, and Jaxin?" I spun around. "You're a lot nicer than they say you are."
I blinked a couple of times. "Thanks, Fred."
Maybe the whole "being nice" thing wasn't so bad after all.
I stood outside the big doors with the huge bronze knocker, wondering what to do. Looking at my attire, I realized I would surely be told off if I were seen. I pulled on my black robes, hood up, and took care to cover my Slytherin crest with my hair. Head down, I knocked.
Is the glass half full, or half empty? came a whispering voice from no particular direction. Ah, magic...
"The glass is neither or it is both," I stated firmly. All was silent for a few seconds, then the door cracked open.
Fair enough. I do not know you... Do not cause trouble.
I walked in, carefully hiding my face. The common room was huge; there was a wall full of books, some fluttering about freely in the air; a warm fireplace was surrounded by several sofas; the ceiling was high and pointed, windows letting in plenty of sunlight. Even though I tried not to think so, it was much more home-like than the Slytherin common room.
Not many people were hanging about. There were a few over by the book wall, and only a couple by the fire. I looked around for Suzanna, but I didn't spot her. I whisked myself off towards the girls' dorm rooms, flying up the stairs until I came across a sign reading First Years. Hesitantly, I pushed it open. Sure enough, Suzanna was cross-legged on one of the beds, several pages of notes scattered around her. I tried to speak up, but at first it faulted.
"Suzanna?" I whispered. Her eyes snapped up immediately, fright showing plainly in her eyes. Am I that terrifying...? I thought.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, and I was surprised to hear her voice so steady. After looking her over I realized why; she had her wand this time around.
"Did you mean what you said?" I asked. I sounded curious. Good, I didn't want to sound mean at the moment. She would only try to blast me into next week if I scared her, and that would definitely break my nice mood. She blinked in bewilderment.
"About tutoring me. Would you?"
She stared at me blankly for a few moments.
"I... I guess so..."