Hogwarts boys- Smuts and Fluffs

Wrong Twin.

(okay so there's no spice, but quite a bit of swearing. Tw mention of self harm, abortions and death)
Really hermione. your gonna lecture me about relationships when you're the one that fucked Fred, is obsessed over Ron, a stuck up goody two shoes and constantly fucking up my arse. mummy and daddys perfect daughter. Get the fuck over yourself" I shouted stopping dead in my tracks glaring at my judgemental saint of a sister. Every flaw, each curse, and every secret I revealed, mastered or failed at was always held against me like some poison. Considering I was two years older than her it was as if she took it upon herself to be my mother. Even our mother didn't care considering I was the result of her being a slut and then met 'dad' who took her in but still hated me. Love is disgusting, its weak and ridiculous, its an infatuation of lust, need and dreams. Frankly, I don't need my mum or this bitch who pines over the stupid threesome shes got going on with 'the chosen one' and 'little Weasley' she believes I am incable of anything if she isn't around.
Everyone in the common room now stared blanklessly at us, some mouths hung wide open and some snickered. I knew I shouldn't have revealed those things but its what I do I ruin and betray those close to me, especially when im angry I surprisingly enjoy it, oh well.
"You're no saint sister. I am not a child, nor am I an idiot like you portray me as. Mum and Dad couldn't give two shits about me after you were born, even before then. Oh such asweet angel, shes so pretty, smart blah blah blah, its pathetic. I am your older sister, I am very capable of myself so no, little, sister you can not and will not tell me what I can and can't do. So stop being a nosy bitch and go back to your golden threeseome. I am not a piece of work to be altered and fixed." her eyes glazed over with anger and hurt as my breathing grew rapid, my fists curled into my hands, digging the nails into the palms of them surely drawing blood. By now everyone was listening and anticipating of what was going to happen next. Waiting for either of us to snap and reveal who and what all of this was about like the nosy fuckers they are.

I stood staring her down as I was a close 5ft10 and was always considered tall. I decided to walk away before she burst into tears like always, frankly I don't particularly care if she cries or whatever. I got to the steps of the boys dormitory stairs about to ascend to talk about this whole situation that only concerns me and him.

"Really. All that said and you wont even apoligise, you should've just left, like your dad did to our mother. I reckon if you were raised by him, you'd be even worse than you are now. the whole school will know what a skank you are, how you are knocked up like the slut you are. We both know when HE finds out he wont even dare to look at you. You'll be nothing but a filthy side piece, like you already are. Yes I may have all those things but at least im not a loner whos parents are repulsed by them, who sits around slicing her arms because shes worthless-" trying to stutter an apology she went to grab my arms and I shrugged her off, the damage has been and gone. "I-I-I'm sorry I-I didn't mea-"
"No hermione you did. I may be all those things, I may be a side piece yes, however unlike you I am in control of my choices. Everything I do is my choice and the reasons are mine only. Yeah everyone I hurt, is that a problem but what you don't is that she-" I pointed towards hermione who started shaking knowing exactly what was coming, "she is the reason behind all of it. So how about we recap, okay well. Number one, I can not feel love due to a thankful fact taht I was shunned away, two im a slut apparently and actually I'm proud to be thank you very much, and three and final point, I hate you hermione, I hate gryffindors and most of all I hate the fact I am a mudblood. Although at least im not some entitled bitch that sticks there nose in other peoples business. so 'sister' if you may, do fill them in on the rest I have things to do." the words slipped off my tongue like venom, a smirk plastered on my face hearing all the gasps and disgusted scoffs emerging from their pitiful mouths darting back and forth between my psychotic self and the water works little girl infront of me. I saluted to everyone turning around swaying my hips ready for the revelation of the fact I have a tiny yet huge secret that I know will be released the moment he walks into that room, the moment she tells him, the moment I see him I already know hes not mine however it made something stir. Some truths will be revealed in the next few hours I know it.
Swiftly darting up the stairs to wait in my best-friends dorm I plopped myself on his bed playing with the feathers from the quill on his desk, spinning it, throwing it, holding it wondering after two hours on whether to just leave a note and get this over with, its my problem and frankly its not even important to him but to me it may be...
I wrote it, more truth than I hoped but hopefully he would see I meant and do mean well. as I was about to leave, the note on thee bedside and just disappear like always, the door flung open startling me as I jumped back clutching my stomach on instinct. It did not go unnoticed by the tall figure in the doorway opposite me. My eyes trailed up his body to meet his honey brown ones, I wish I didn't. seeing his distressed, scared and slightly angry expression smother over his perfectly freckled face. We connected eyes as tears spewed from his eyes once more, but yet again I did not care nor acknowledge the fact I was still protecting my stomach even if I didn't possess the will to care It was like instinct. A mothers instinct.