Cruel Intentions

The Bet

“This isn’t happening.”

“Ellie, everything is going to be okay. I promise.”

            “No Katie, it’s not. I’ve never skipped before. “

            “Ellie, calm down. It’s nothing. You even told me nothing happened that night.”

            “I lied.”

            Hold up, this isn’t really as bad as it looks. It wasn’t my fault at all. Okay, it’s as bad as it looks, but this isn’t the full story! I was tired of being plain, ordinary, and “a dull gray” as the Oliver Wood calls me. I wanted to be interesting and crazy. It started out fine! Nothing bad was supposed to happen. I guess it goes to show that cruel intentions have cruel results.

            But then again, it’s been the craziest year of my life; I wouldn’t take back one minute of it. Except… well…. you know…

            I’ll start at the beginning. I’m Brielle Jessica Ramsey, 6th year Gryffindor. I’m chaser on the Quidditch Team and top student in my year. I’ve never lost house points; I’ve only gained them.

            I don’t really live up to the Gryffindor reputation, but I do enjoy a party every once in a while. But a party on a school night? No thank you, I like my sleep before potions the next morning.

            Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of the Gryffindor reputation before. Us Gryffindors, we’re known for our access and our drugs.  Whatever you want, we can get. If it’s on the market, we’ve smoked it. If it’s been brewed, we’ve drunk it. Now, not all Gryffindors are like this, me for example. I have never done drugs before. Well, other than that one time in fourth year when Fred and George spiked my fire whiskey because they thought it’d be funny. Honestly. Those two are something.

            Anyway, Hufflepuff. These kids seem not so smart and innocent on the outside, but really, they know how to party. Every single Hufflepuff over third year isn’t a virgin. I think it’s a rite of passage or something. They are the sex gods of Hogwarts. Some of them even out do Draco Malfoy, and I’ve heard Malfoy is incredible. Hufflepuffs make for a great party.

            Despite popular belief, Ravenclaw parties suck. They don’t participate in illegal activities and believe parties should end at curfew, which is 10. Ummm, that’s when the parties really get going. They are the most innocent and pure of Hogwarts.

            Slytherin, oh Slytherin. The Slytherins think that they are so classy. Their parties aren’t much better than Ravenclaw, but when they attend a party, that’s a different story. The Slytherins don’t go crazy, but they enjoy themselves. They don’t really do drugs with us, but they do drink. Their idea of a good party is to sit around with cocktails and discuss finer points of why purebloods are better than muggle borns. Real classy.

Back to my story, it all really started at the Welcome Back feast I guess. We were all talking about our summers and plans for the year.

“George and I spent all summer hauled up with the family, as usual, although I did charm some muggle girls in town. She seemed to think my magic tricks were almost like real magic!” Fred and George smiled at each other.

“You two are going to get in so much trouble one of these days. Your charm won’t get you out of it either.” Katie Bell, my fellow chaser said.

Katie is in the same year as me and obviously the same house. She’s the girl of the group. Her favorite color is pink and she only wears ruffles and flowers. We all know that she has a thing for Roger Davies, but she won’t admit it. Besides, Oliver never lets us date people from other Qudditch teams. It’s “fraternizing with the enemy.”