Prove Them Wrong

Prologue ::: Trouble

She knew that this was not how she wanted to live. She did not want to go down in life known as the baby prostitute. But she was gorgeous, and she knew it. So she used it to her advantage. She used it to make the nerdy boys let her cheat off their homework, she used it to fix a bad grade in a class, and she used it to get laid. She was only sixteen, but had already lost her virginity three years ago. The first time had been with the boy she had lusted - notice it's lusted, not loved - for for five years, ever since she saw him her first year at Durmstrang. He was a year older than she was, meaning he was in his second year and was older. Everybody knew he had had more experience with girls. She longed to find out the experience he had had. She wanted him to lay the experience on her.

At that time she had been scrawny, ugly, and immature, but the way he moved, talked, and everything about him made her feel like she was on fire. Well, when she first started gaining some weight - healthy weight - when she was thirteen and he was fourteen and in her third year, his fourth year, when she had grown a few inches, gotten some 'junk in the truck' as some boys pointed out to her, and had finally, finally developed breasts she knew exactly how to work it.

She had found him in the library behind some shelves on night. She silently walked up to him and pushed him against the wall.

"What the fu-!" he had exclaimed, but she placed a finger to his lips.

"Shh..." she had whispered, moving her lips towards his neck. "Don't speak. Just fuck me." She trailed kisses up and down his neck, nipping at his ear. She moved her hands down to his jeans and ripped his shirt open, kissing his bare chest. The only thoughts going through her mind was all the naughty things she wanted to do to him, everything she wanted to teach him. She wanted to show him exactly what he needed, and exactly what she needed from him.

She needed his touch. She needed to feel his hands roaming all around her body. She needed to feel his lips on hers, his fingertips on her fingertips, his skin up against hers. She needed to do everything she had dreamt about doing with him from the first day she saw him. She needed him, in every way a girl could need a man. She knew they would never be together together, but she needed him for her sexual urges.

"I need you to fuck me," she had whispered as she kissed his ear.

He had turned her around so that she was pressed against the wall and pushed her up. She circled his hips with her legs while he began tearing off her shirt. He kissed her, not on her mouth, but everywhere. Then he dropped her to the ground and laid on top of her. All she remembered the morning after that was that she was no longer a virgin - and she was only thirteen years old.

Everyone knew about it. He had told his buddies, and she, not having any friends because of her raging hormones, had wrote about it in her diary, which Fleur Delacour - the prissy little viela that had hated her forever - had found and spread all over the school. Of course the Headmaster had been furious about it, but he couldn't suspend or expel her just for having sex. Practically everybody fifth year and above did it. Why couldn't she? Just because she was only thirteen did not mean she could not have sex - or at least, that's what she told herself.

After everybody knew what a little hoe she was, she had boys coming to her, asking for just one night, they had even offered to pay for it. The highest offer was 120 galleons. He, of course, had been known as a rich sex god, so she had done it, even though he was three years older than she was and in his sixth year. She would've done it without being paid because he was, well, sexy, but getting paid for it was a plus.

But one day in her sixth year, her hormones got her in trouble. She had just gotten a failing grade in Potions, and since that would not do well with her parents, she had to get it raised. She would get it raised. All she had to do was unbutton the top three buttons on her blouse (showing quite a bit of cleavage), hike her skirt up a little bit, and use her sexy voice. It would all be easy. Everyone knew the professor was a slime ball that would fuck anybody with breasts.

They were making out on the desk when some girls from the next class came waltzing it, gossiping about their crushes and make-up and all the girly stuff. The saw her and the professor and ran straight to the Headmaster. The professor was, of course, fired and the young, juvenile, naive sixteen-year-old girl got expelled from Durmstrang.

And that is how Miss Erika Pinwaters got sent to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Maybe this new life at a new school where nobody knew her would help straighten her out, help get her priorities in order...or destroy her even more.