Rochelle Gets All The Guys

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Draco stood in front of the mirror in his dorm, as he did often, wondering what he was doing with his pointless life. He was being so vile as to make a deal with Rochelle that forced her to do something she absolutely didn't want to do. Well, his father would be proud, if it weren't for the fact that he was selling out the Dark Lord's whereabouts.

"Am I sinking as low as you, father?" Draco pondered, talking to the reflection in the mirror as if it were Lucius. He cocked his head, staring a the black-framed, full-length mirror. It was scary, the uncanny way in which Draco resembled his father. He sighed. Draco had spent most of his life obeying his psychotic maniac father, while secretly fighting to be as unlike Lucius as possible. And now, look at him. Dealing in secrets and lies, just like his father. Draco looked into the reflection once more, the burning desire to separate himself from the horror that was expected of him spinning out of control. He knew what he had to do.

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Rochelle hated the Slytherin Common Room. It was dark, dank, and gloomy, a total opposite to the warm and bright Gryffindor Common Room. Pansy Parkinson was trying to engage her in conversation. Rochelle might've participated in the conversation if it weren't for the fact that the only person Pansy seemed to want to discuss today was Ginny and how disgustingly perfect she was.

Rochelle almost shouted Cut it out, Pansy, it's so obvious you're jealous! , but that would be so unlike her. In the past, it would be Rochelle who was digging out the latest scoop on the biggest nerds, but now it seemed so pointless. There were better things to do with her life.

No, No, NO! thought Rochelle, this is exactly what the Sorting Hat said would happen! I can't let a bunch of losers change me! I like who I am! I like who I've always been! But of course, destiny wasn't going to listen to Rochelle's complaints.

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Harry, George, Fred, Angelina, Katie, and Alicia stood in the middle of the vast Quidditch field. In front of them were Seamus, Rochelle, and Ron, all of whom were Keeper hopefuls trying out today.

"Okay, will Ron Weasley please fly up to the hoops!" called out George.

It was the Chasers' job to try and put in as many goals as possible, while the Keeper hopeful did their best to keep them out. "Annnnnd... GO!" shouted George. Ron was fairly good at keeping the balls from the goal posts, but his moves were jerky and uncoordinated, making everything he did look like a huge effort. When Seamus was up, he did an excellent job. His moves were streamlined and simple, making him a good candidate. Neither of them were anything compared to Rochelle, though.

You would think that she had been flying long before she could paint her nails. Rochelle made even the most difficult saves look like something as simple as applying lip gloss. She was a blur of pure perfection, flying this way and that like a pro.

Afterwards, the team huddled together to discuss whom they should pick. Harry was positive that the vote would be unanimous, so when he heard 'Seamus' being chorused by all the girl members of the Gryffindor team, he looked up in confusion.

"What? But Rochelle was the best by far," Harry complained. Fred, too, was looking at the girls with a bewildered look on his face. George just stayed silent and looked away, uncomfortable.

"If we had her on our team Slytherin wouldn't stand a chance! We'd be unstoppable!'" screeched Fred.

"Maybe, but I don't want that on our team," jeered Katie, glaring at Rochelle out of the corner of her eye.

"Yeah, she's a slut if there ever was one. And she's MEAN! She's definitely a Slytherin at heart," agreed Angelina, with Alicia nodding behind her.

Harry was bewildered. He had always thought of Rochelle as a perfectly nice girl. She treated him great, after all. So what was all this about her being a slut? He told the girls how he felt.

"Well, of course she'd be nice to you. She's obviously head-over-heels in love with you! Maybe you've never noticed because you're to damn loyal to Hermione. Maybe tons of girls have crushes on you. Maybe hordes of hopeful Hogwarts girls go to sleep with your frickin' little picture under their pillow!"

Ron, who had now ambled over to see what the holdup was, mumbled:

"Hell, maybe even guys."

Everyone stopped talking and stared. Run was blushing so brightly you would think that he was on fire.

"Heh, just kidding," Ron squeaked feebly. After a few more odd looks, Alicia got back to her argument.

"Maybe they do, but they know that Hermione got to you first, so they don't try to flirt with you because they're good, considerate people! But, obviously, Rochelle thinks that being considerate is below her. You're just too blinded by your love for Hermione to notice!"

"We're not testing her on her personality, we're testing her on skill. And if she doesn't have skill, then Victor Krum doesn't know what a Golden Snitch is!" said Fred, looking at the girls with pleading eyes. Harry was bewildered.

"Well, there's someone who seems to be very quiet about this," noticed Harry, motioning towards George, who was busy staring at his shoes.

"Fred," mumbled George out of the corner of his mouth, "have you seen how Rochelle treats Ron?"

"George! Have you seen how she flies?" retorted Fred in disbelief.

"Well, I vote for Seamus, which means he's the new Keeper. Fred, go tell them who we've picked, and that's an order." George was now getting a faint red tinge around his ears, his anger radiating off him. Geez, was he overprotective of his brother! Fred sighed and did as he was told, mumbling and grumbling as he walked over to the finalists and told them the decision.

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"Do you want to talk, Rochelle?" asked Ginny kindly, looking into Rochelle's huge, deer-in-the-headlights eyes.

Rochelle had been crying on one of the overstuffed sofas in the Gryffindor common room for quite some time now. It just wasn't fair! She had obviously been the best! She never lost at anything! ROCHELLE NEVER LOST!

"No, thanks, Ginny. I think I'll just sit here," Rochelle replied miserably.

It was awfully nice for Ginny to care about your feelings, a voice in Rochelle's head that had never been there before whispered. Then, No, no, NO! Ginny is a NERD! Ginny has no fashion sense! Ginny isn't perfect like me! but Rochelle was tired of listening to her usual, unkind voice, so she looked up and smiled at Ginny.

"I wouldn't mind a game of Exploding Snap, though."

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