The other black (J. Potter love story)

Chapter 14

I never went to the party last night. I don't know why. James was going, and I always want to impress him. I look over and see Lilly and Marlene still asleep. I was rooming with them since I was new. They were nice enough. I pull back the covers to my Gryffindor bedspread. I don't get why Hogwarts needs houses; it just separates them more. I walk to the lavatory and take my hair out of the bun I had slept in. I take out the ponytails and the push pins. It falls perfectly to frame my face. I look in the mirror. Why can't James like me? I know he was in love with Lilly Evens, but no one has heard her name from his lips since last school year. Did he get over her? He does seem to have a weird attachment to Lyra Black.

Lilly walks into the lavatory and goes to her sink. "You missed an amazing party last night, Mallory. You will never believe the stuff that happened." She says with a yawn. I smile. "Well, tell me then," I say back to her. Lilly turns her body to me and rests her hip against the counter of the sink. "Well, first off, Marlene has a huge crush on Lyra Black. I don't know why she is a total bitch. But I dared them to kiss, and they did. But of course, Lyra is a little slut, and Potter dared her to make out with him! FOR 5 MINUTES. They did it too in a private room as well. Then Lyra left..." Lilly keeps going on, but I don't listen.

That little bitch made out with my man. I thought it was apparent I had a claim on him. I grind my teeth down. I need to make it more evident that he is mine. It might just be time to pull out Grammys old book of love magic. "Mallory, are you ok? You zoned out there for a second." She says, putting a hand on my arm. "Of course, I'm fine. It's just I kinda have a crush on James and don't like the little whore kissing him." I say, making my eyes tear up. "Oh sweetie, I'm sorry we'll help you get James." She speaks and hugs me. I hug her back and look over her shoulder, and smirk. My plan so far was working correctly.

We wake Marlene up, and all get ready together. Marlene can't stop obsessing over Lyra. She actually thinks she has a chance with Slytherins crown bitch. We walk down to the great hall, and I see James is there with his group of friends. They have a name; I just don't care to remember it. I smile and bounce up to James. I hug him from behind. "Jamie hiiiii," I say in the most high-pitched girly voice that I can. He winces under me. "Hi, Mallory." He says. Our names fit perfectly together. I push one of his friends to the side and sit right up next to him. I take his hand in mine. I look up at him and smile my brightest smile. He looks down and does an awkward smile. Oh my, Godric, he is so cute. He rubs the back of his head, messing up his hair.

He then looks up at the great hall's doors. In walks, he who must not be named favorite servent. She is surrounded by a group of non-confirmed death eaters yet. There's Regulas Black, her brother, Henry Chambers, her ex-boyfriend's ex-best friend, Taylor Flint, the best friend, Severus Snap half-blood invested in dark arts, and Alexander Pucey Taylors boyfriend. I roll my eyes and take my hands out of James. I grab his arm and put it around me, and cuddle into his side. Black looks up and sees us. She stops with her eyes still on us. I look up, and James and is staring back at her. I go and kiss his cheek, snapping him out of the shocked haze he seemed to be in. He moves back away from me, taking his arm off me. I pout and look at his friends. They are all staring at me. "Hmph," I say and cross my arms, looking away from all of them. I look back to Lyra.

I smirk at her and give her a wink. She gets angry and starts to storm up to me, but Henry grabs her by the waist and drags her to the Slytherin table. He sets her down and sits next to her. They all start talking to her, trying to calm her down. She can't do anything to harm me. She thinks she is the queen of this school. Oh, just she waits. I will make her regret her life. I will run her into the ground and take everything she has ever loved or cared for from her. She is about to feel my wrath, and I promise that it will be the worst thing she has ever felt in her whole life.