Marissa Potter

Loving

Marissa Potter 3 - Marissa's POV

I groaned as I pulled Ptolemy out of my Chocolate Frog packet.

"I've already got 3 of this guy," I said.

"I haven't got him," Remus smiled.

I handed him the card and he grinned.

"I'm missing Flamel," I sighed.

"Well now, that's one I have got," Remus smiled. "2, in fact. Tell you what, I'll swap for Ptolemy."

I clicked my tongue. "Score! That's a deal."

Suddenly, the door swept open to reveal a boy who looked distinctly like Remus. I thought 'Oh, this must be Albus Potter,' and he grinned at me lopsidedly.

"Cripes," I said. "You didn't half scare me!"

"Hey," Albus said. "I'm Albus P."

"Gooday, mate," I saluted. "I'm Marissa M."

"Meaning..." Albus questioned.

"Marissa Narcissa Malfoy, at your service," I smiled.

He looked taken aback, probably at the prospect that a Malfoy could actually be fun (I don't half agree, my family are bor-ing) but he didn't say anything. I giggled at his expression and his face lapsed into a huge grin.

"Hi, Marissa," he said carefully, as if to get my name right.

"Hey. Call me Issa," I shortened.

"Ok, call me Al," Albus shortened too.

"And I'm Remus Heron Potter!" Remus burst out.

We all collapsed into a fit of uncontrollable giggles.

Another person came in and looked around for the cause of all the giggles. She had short, wavy ginger hair, and dark brown eyes. Her freckles were pronounced and her glasses were pushed high up her nose.

"Hello," she smiled, seeing that I was looking at her. "I'm Rose Weasley."

"Oh!" I smiled back, and remembered Scorpius call this girl a rude name earlier. "Sorry about my brother's rudeness - Scorpius isn't always that respectful of people's feelings. I'm Issa Malfoy."

Rose shook my hand hesitantly. "You're a Malfoy, then, huh? You seem too nice," she laughed.

I giggled reluctantly. "Erm, thanks."

"Oh and don't worry about your brother. I'm used to it, he does it on a regular basis," she smiled.

My face hardened. "Excuse me," I swallowed and stepped over Albus' feet. I slid open the compartment door quickly and marched past all the older students. Finally, I found Scorpius fake-laughing at a joke Lesley Goyle was telling - it obviously wan't terribly funny. I slid open the door and beckoned Scorpius out. Davey wolf-whistled at me and I stuck my tongue out.

Ok, so I know I'm pretty and boys always seem to like me wherever I go. I have a nice figure, and a nice face. I am the perfect build for a seeker, like I play at home - light and speedy. Boys seem to go for me, but this was silly - I knew Davey - he was taking the mickey.

"Yeah, what?" Scorpius asked.

"You," I said firmly, "Have been bullying Rose Weasley."

"What?"

"You have."

"Ok, I might have said a few tiny things - not bullying."

"Sure," I said unbelievingly.

He crumbled under my gaze. I may be small, but I can be quite scary.

"Ok. So I did."

"I'm telling," I sniffed.

"Who?" Scorpius sneered.

"The headmistress," I sniffed. "Or Dad."

"Not McGonagall - please!" he cried.

"Apologise, then," I demanded.

"Fine," Scorpius rolled his eyes and trudged off to find Rose.

I can be very persuasive.

I stepped into the compartment and sneered at Davey.

"Fancy another girl, Davey?" I jeered.

"What?" he spluttered.

I laughed and Jaques smiled. "I think you two should go out," he advised.

"No way," I yelled, and whacked Jaques with a cushion.

"I think you're fit," Lesley shrugged.

"Eww, Les!" I laughed. "Nice to know your personal preferences!"

He smiled. "You should list them down," he said.

"Now that," I said modestly, "Would be stalkerish."

Davey spluttered and I squealed with laughter as his face turned purple. Lesley thumped him on the back and I had to take a few deep breaths. Two more giggles and someone would be giving me CPR - Lesley and Davey would have to join the back of the queue.

It's true, I'd already been asked out twice by some random people I don't recall ever seeing before, just on the train. Maybe its because my real mum wasn't Pansy Parkinson, it was Fleur Delacour. Dad had an affair with her 11 years ago, when Pansy was in Vegas. Fleur was part Veela - maybe that has something to do with it. Just then, I caught Jaques staring at me.

"Sorry, Jaques - am I in the way of the window?" I grinned.

"No! Sorry - I was just - you know..." he trailed off.

I didn't know, but it was best to keep silent. Scorpius opened the door and slammed it so hard the glass shattered. He muttered: "Repairo," and the glass shot back into the frame. I frowned at him and he blushed.

"I've apologised," he said through the embarrasment. I dragged him outside.

"Hey!" he shouted.

"I know that it takes a lot to make my brother blush." I grinned. "Spill the beans."

"God, Issa!" he yelled.

"Don't bring God into this. He's busy," I grinned.

"I - it's none of your business."

"Er - yes it is," I said.

"Ok. I fancy Rose Jean Weasley, alright?!"

I spluttered and burst out laughing helplessly immediately. When I stopped, he said; "Finished?"

"Yeah," I grinned.

He winced.

"Struth, Scorps," I laughed. "Why didn't you say?"

"I only just found out," he said quietly.

"Only just found -" then I burst into uncontrollable giggles once more. He rolled his eyes.

"You've been bullying her all these years..."

"You don't really see her then. You just glance at her, make a comment and go away. Just - just don't tell anyone, OK? Especially not those guys - they don't like anyone yet," he said, gesturing towards his mates.

"They fancy me," I said helplessly.

"Oh, ok. I'll ask," he grinned.

"Ok. It's true," I giggled.

"Stop giggling," he shouted as I walked away, still laughing.

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Author's note:

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