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Harry Potter Crossovers › General - Misc
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Adult +
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20
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Ch 2
Ch- Train Ride Fights
Bellanna was inwardly laughing. This Draco was beyond screwed up; a tad of immaturity thrown in with a bad case of Daddy worshipping. And had no sense of the word individualism. However he wasn’t completely hopeless, he was only sixteen. All he needed to see was how to be an individual. She had a feeling he had never seen individualism, when that was all she was brought up on.
“What is that dreadful sound?” Draco asked.
“You mean my mp3 player? It’s Rob Zombie right now. He’s alternative breeded with metal.”
Draco blinked; the explanation went just over his head.
“Well, you don’t have to like it. Not a lot of people do, but I do and that’s all that’s important!” Bellanna explained flashing a toothy smile.
“People don’t think that’s odd?” Draco asked.
“Depends on the person. Some people are all about fitting-in while others are more concerned with their own wants, desires and likes. But the way I was brought up was to respect my own and everybody else’s individualism. There was really only one person I was ever around that didn’t support that message.”
“Shouldn’t you be the way your family expects you to be?” Pansy asked.
“My mother came from a family like that and let’s just say I’ve never met my grandparents.”
“She was disowned?” Draco asked.
Bellanna shrugged, “More like she disowned them. After all she probably has more money than they ever will. Even though it’s through unconventional means.”
Zambini narrowed his eyes, “Unconventional? Is she a prostitute?”
“If you want me to maim your ass, say that again.”
Zambini laughed, “How? You’re a girl.”
Bellanna snarled and just as she was about to slug the asshole, the compartment door opened. A boy with fiery read hair with freckles stood at the door. He snarled, “I’m supposed to collect the Prefects that haven’t shown at the meeting.”
Draco smirked at him, “Oh? I think I’ll go when I want to go, Weasel.”
Bellanna cleared her throat, “Do I get an introduction.”
Draco blinked, “This is Weasel Bee otherwise known as Potter’s side kick and Ronald Weasely.”
The Weasely boy sneared, “First you take orders from your daddy and now your girlfriend? I can understand taking orders from Daddy-dearest but now you’re pussy whipped.”
“At least he gets pussy virgin-boy,” Bellanna growled.
Bellanna took sadistic pleasure in watching the boy’s face match the color of his hair.
“Ron! Aren’t you supposed to be at the Prefects’ meeting?” a boy with green-eyes and black hair asked.
Ron turned the boy and said, “They sent me to get Ferret.”
“Oh.”
“Lanna, this is Harry Potter- hero extraordinaire, golden boy, bringer of light, ect.”
Bellanna smirked, “Lucifer?”
At that the slytherin’s couldn’t help but giggle. Harry frowned, “I’m satan?”
Bellanna smiled, “No, he said you’re the bringer of light, which translated into Latin is Lucifer.”
Harry blinked, “Don’t tell my muggle relatives, they’d kill you for being a heathen.”
“Crazy Christian type?”
“Yeah.”
Bellanna gave him a sympathetic look, “I bet them finding out you were a wizard was a boat full of fun then.”
“They knew my whole life.”
Bellanna smiled, this boy she liked off the bat. All she needed to do was teach this one to stick up for himself; show a little backbone. Abused children typically didn’t have backbones.
“Lanna, do you want to sit with us?” a large man with dark hair asked.
“Do I have to, Richard?” Lanna mumbled.
“Well, it would be nice to spend a little time with you.”
“Except I wouldn’t spend time with you unless you paid me at least minimum wage by the hour.”
Note: I can't stand Richard nor Ron, there will be Richard, Ron, Dumbledore, and whoever else needs to get bashed bashing
Bellanna was inwardly laughing. This Draco was beyond screwed up; a tad of immaturity thrown in with a bad case of Daddy worshipping. And had no sense of the word individualism. However he wasn’t completely hopeless, he was only sixteen. All he needed to see was how to be an individual. She had a feeling he had never seen individualism, when that was all she was brought up on.
“What is that dreadful sound?” Draco asked.
“You mean my mp3 player? It’s Rob Zombie right now. He’s alternative breeded with metal.”
Draco blinked; the explanation went just over his head.
“Well, you don’t have to like it. Not a lot of people do, but I do and that’s all that’s important!” Bellanna explained flashing a toothy smile.
“People don’t think that’s odd?” Draco asked.
“Depends on the person. Some people are all about fitting-in while others are more concerned with their own wants, desires and likes. But the way I was brought up was to respect my own and everybody else’s individualism. There was really only one person I was ever around that didn’t support that message.”
“Shouldn’t you be the way your family expects you to be?” Pansy asked.
“My mother came from a family like that and let’s just say I’ve never met my grandparents.”
“She was disowned?” Draco asked.
Bellanna shrugged, “More like she disowned them. After all she probably has more money than they ever will. Even though it’s through unconventional means.”
Zambini narrowed his eyes, “Unconventional? Is she a prostitute?”
“If you want me to maim your ass, say that again.”
Zambini laughed, “How? You’re a girl.”
Bellanna snarled and just as she was about to slug the asshole, the compartment door opened. A boy with fiery read hair with freckles stood at the door. He snarled, “I’m supposed to collect the Prefects that haven’t shown at the meeting.”
Draco smirked at him, “Oh? I think I’ll go when I want to go, Weasel.”
Bellanna cleared her throat, “Do I get an introduction.”
Draco blinked, “This is Weasel Bee otherwise known as Potter’s side kick and Ronald Weasely.”
The Weasely boy sneared, “First you take orders from your daddy and now your girlfriend? I can understand taking orders from Daddy-dearest but now you’re pussy whipped.”
“At least he gets pussy virgin-boy,” Bellanna growled.
Bellanna took sadistic pleasure in watching the boy’s face match the color of his hair.
“Ron! Aren’t you supposed to be at the Prefects’ meeting?” a boy with green-eyes and black hair asked.
Ron turned the boy and said, “They sent me to get Ferret.”
“Oh.”
“Lanna, this is Harry Potter- hero extraordinaire, golden boy, bringer of light, ect.”
Bellanna smirked, “Lucifer?”
At that the slytherin’s couldn’t help but giggle. Harry frowned, “I’m satan?”
Bellanna smiled, “No, he said you’re the bringer of light, which translated into Latin is Lucifer.”
Harry blinked, “Don’t tell my muggle relatives, they’d kill you for being a heathen.”
“Crazy Christian type?”
“Yeah.”
Bellanna gave him a sympathetic look, “I bet them finding out you were a wizard was a boat full of fun then.”
“They knew my whole life.”
Bellanna smiled, this boy she liked off the bat. All she needed to do was teach this one to stick up for himself; show a little backbone. Abused children typically didn’t have backbones.
“Lanna, do you want to sit with us?” a large man with dark hair asked.
“Do I have to, Richard?” Lanna mumbled.
“Well, it would be nice to spend a little time with you.”
“Except I wouldn’t spend time with you unless you paid me at least minimum wage by the hour.”
Note: I can't stand Richard nor Ron, there will be Richard, Ron, Dumbledore, and whoever else needs to get bashed bashing