How not to use Pumpkin Juice

Everyone agrees that Marcus Flint is Hogwarts' well-known bad boy; he has Death Eater connections, is resident to Hogwarts' least popular house, and he plays with innocent school girls hearts for his own amusement. This would usually not bother me, but when he makes one of my best friend victim to his bad habits... There shall be war! My secret weapon? Pumpkin Juice.

Warning: Author is not responsible of any sort Pumpkin Juice abusing such as Throwing Pumpkin Juice, Swimming in Pumpkin Juice, Levitating Pumpkin Juice over your enemy's head then dropping it, or shooting Pumpkin Juice from your nostrils. Reader's discretion is advised.

This is told in Katie's Point of View. Therefore, some things may be biased.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and its characters, blah blah blah... Too lazy to type out the whole thing. You get what I mean, don't you?

Chapter One -Slytherin Grunge-

"I, I can't—I can't believe I-I just couldn't—"

Instead of continuing with her sentence, Alicia looked down at her glass of pumpkin juice as tears began to well up in her eyes. Her eyes were already red and puffy from crying hours and hours over the weekend, but she still had enough tears left to drop in the morning.

"I just can't...the whole thing—it's was a mistake I, I knew it would...but I couldn't—"

"Alicia, it's okay. I know you didn't mean it," George said reassuringly, patting Alicia's hunched up back. Taking another small gulp from her cold glass of pumpkin juice, Alicia gave a quick look over at the Slytherin table while still sobbing uncontrollably.

Not being able to capture anything that happened, I glanced over at the Slytherin table to see what Alicia was looking at. There was nothing interesting, really. The only people sitting in that direction was that stupid prat Malfoy eating with his two pet Trolls (Gits), this Slytherin girl who kept babbling to her three friends about some great guy she's met (Oh, please, like we care at all about your silly little boyfriend), and all the Slytherin Quidditch team members except Malfoy (I'm not surprised there isn't even one girl with them. It must be terribly hard being ugly and looking troll-like).

"What's going on?" I whispered out of the corner of my mouth as to not upset Alicia who looked like she was about to fall apart any second. Ange noticed that I had just arrived for breakfast and gave me a sort of its-love-troubles look.

"Oh, hi Katie. Alicia's just confronted George, well confronted us about her secret—I mean, used to be secret relationship with him," Ange tilted her head over at the Slytherin table where Flint had just made a crude remark about how noisy the Great Hall was today.

"Who?" I asked stupidly. I still didn't quite grasp the situation.

"Him," Ange was now shaking her head angrily at the same spot in the Slytherin table. I looked over but still couldn't find Alicia's mysterious ex-lover. I looked back at Ange and shrugged. She sighed exasperatedly and glared at me when she saw that I had just made a face at her.

"Oh for Pete's sake," Ange growled furiously. She then forcefully turned my head around and hissed in my ear, "The guy who's talking right now! Honestly Katie, I swear, sometimes you act just like Fred!"

I was going to start saying names if Ange couldn't be any clearer, but as soon as I stopped making faces at her and actually looked in the direction she was pointing to, my jaw dropped.

"Flint?" I asked loudly. Alicia shot up at the sound of his name being said out loud but quickly sat back down when she found out it was me. Tears started pouring down her face again as she continued wailing out loudly. George scowled at me.

"Shh! Do you want him to hear you?" Ange hissed as she quickly shoved her hand over my mouth to stop me from asking anymore stupid questions.

I pulled away from her hand and muttered, "Sorry." I looked over at the Slytherin table to see whether they heard me or not but as soon as I heard Warrington's roar of laughter and several others banging on tables, I knew I was saved. I lowered my voice, "But Flint? Are you sure?"

"Yes, yes I am Katie," Angelina whispered back, eyes still rolling at my tactless nature,"Alicia told me that she went out with him for a week and during that week, well...err she...she sort of let him have her."

"WHAT!?"

Everybody in the Great Hall shot up, their eyes all fixed on me. Ange punched my head and made a hissing sound that sounded like an angry cat.

"Sorry!" I whispered, quickly grabbing a seat next to Lee who was trying really hard to suppress his laughter. He was just about to take a sip of pumpkin juice when I grabbed the glass of brightly colored liquid from his hand and chugged it down. It's what he deserves for laughing at my embarrassment.

"So, go on. What happened after that?"

"Well," Ange plopped down in the open seat next to me that wasn't occupied by Lee and his grumbling, "You know Flint's known as...er—well he's very open about his desire for girls, a little too open if I may add, and so he sort of...left Alicia."

"After what he did to her?" There was a sudden surge in the pit of my stomach that wanted to strangle Flint until he passed out.

"Although it pains me to say this, yes. He left her after he shagged her."

"That little—" I shot up from my seat and started rolling up my sleeves in preparation of beating up that stupid git. Ange and Lee sprang up from their seats and started tugging at my robes, saying that it wasn't worth it. I wanted to go right up to Flint and start planting punches on his face, or using as many Hexes and jinks as I can come up and trying each and every one of them on that troll. How can he take advantage of Alicia and act as though nothing happened? Is he so thick that he can't even process that through his head?

"Look, I want to beat up Flint as much as you do but we can't just go running up to him and start throwing punches at him. We should tell McGonagall or one of the teachers and wait for the proper punishment. With his Slytherin gang around, we can't harm Flint!"

I groaned in frustration at Ange's goody-two-shoes reply. Honestly! Did I really care about what was going to happen to me if I get caught? What about Alicia? Who's going to stand up for Alicia and possibly millions of other girls at Hogwarts who might've been caught up by Flint's sexual desires? Surely not McGonagall or any teacher for that matter.

Hang on.

What if I didn't beat up Flint? What if I used some other way to embarrass Flint in front of the whole school?

I felt a huge grin spread across my face. Apparently Lee and Ange did too for they were both casting weird looks at each other as if something bad was going to happen.

"Katie, I don't know what you're thinking of but I don't think—"

"Ange, I'm not thinking of anything," I interrupted, still smiling broadly, "I'm not thinking of anything at all."

"Well I hope not. Because you're starting to scare me with that grin of yours."

With that being said, Ange quickly got up and walked over to where Alicia was still crying her pretty eyes out. Lee had gone to join them as well, trying to not to smile. Lee was smarter than he looked. He's got my plan all figured out. From the corner of my eye I saw him wink at me.

As soon as I winked back at Lee, I immediately set up for my genius plan on getting Flint back. I pulled out my wand from my robes and pointed it at the sparkling glass of pumpkin juice. Trying not to attract any attention towards me, I whispered as quietly as I can, Wingardium Leviosa (Now I know this seems very elementary at the moment but just keep reading and you'll find out why this'll only work with this spell) as I swished and flicked just as I learned in my first year.

The glass of pumpkin juice began to hover above the table while dodging students and breakfast helpings as it slowly headed for Slytherin's table where Flint sat. I grinned even broader as the pumpkin juice slowly hovered over Flint and stopped right above his head. No one in the table seemed to notice the floating glass of pumpkin juice, which I don't blame, considering how thick they all are. I took a deep breath as I reached climax of my brilliant plan.

SPLAT!

The glass had tipped over and emptied all of its brightly colored contents over Marcus Flints' head. I found myself laughing so hard when I saw his surprised reaction that I had to bite my lip until it started bleeding to restrain myself from laughing any further. Everybody in the Great Hall had turned their heads towards a very angry Flint's direction and started laughing all at once. Alicia, who had been crying for 8 hours, had finally stopped crying and was actually laughing and banging on the table. Ange immediately twisted her head to where I'm sitting as soon as she heard Flint's angry roar. But I reckon she couldn't keep from laughing because the corner of her mouth was smiling.

After growling very loudly and beating up at least two kids for laughing at him, Flint started walking around the tables looking for the culprit. I started laughing along with the others to make it seem as though it wasn't me. For a whole ten minutes, everyone was pointing and laughing at Flint. The poor git was walking around aimlessly as he franticly looked around for someone he can beat up. For ten minutes I felt as though I had avenged all the girls who were dumped and toyed by Flint and all the innocent students he ever beat up. But then, something absolutely horrifying happened that made all of the feelings dissolve in an instant. I forgot to put away my wand.

"BELL!" Flint roared as he started sprinting towards where I was sitting.

Oh, Bloody Hell.

I immediately jumped out of my seat and bolted straight for the door. My mind was racing fast and my heart was beating loudly that I didn't have time to think twice about which direction I was running to. I took off for the door running full speed while Flint was crashing past the tables yelling to other Slytherins, "GET HER!"

One thing that I was proud of, other than my good sense of humor, was my ability to run and this skill became quite useful in this situation.

As I made my way past the doors, I tried to find a place to hide. McGonagall's room? No, she'll find out what I did and give me a week's worth of detention. The girl's bathroom? No! He'll wait outside the door till I get out and who knows how long that'll be? Dumboldore's place? That might work if Dumboldore was actually in his room and I knew what the password to his room was. The Griffindor Common Room? Brilliant!

Right after I made my choice of escape, I ran towards the Fat Lady, hoping she didn't change the password overnight. I heard Flint and all the Slytherin's loud footsteps echoing through the Corridors as they tried to make their way past a bunch of first years. Luckily, there were more than ten of them, blocking and scampering around the area while I used the opportunity to run towards the Common Room. The last thing I heard come out of Flint's mouth, before turning the corner, was, "NO, ITS THAT WAY! LEAVE THE LITTLE MIDGETS AND—AGHHH!"

When I finally made it to the Fat Lady's portrait, my heart felt like it was going to pop out of my chest and my arms and legs were trembling so much I was surprised I didn't collapse right onto the floor. I quickly blurted out the password and scrambled inside the Common Room. Without even thinking of what was going to happen next, I climbed up the winding stairs and into the Girl's Dormitories.

I threw myself down on the bed and took a deep breath. The smell of clean bed sheets and soap filled my nostrils as I took another deep breath to calm myself. What had I done? Now I'm going to get murdered when Flint finds me and it's all because of a silly glass of pumpkin juice. I slapped myself to rid of the horrors that kept popping up in my head.

You're going to be just fine. Flint's probably forgotten all about what happened... besides, he's never actually murdered someone before, has he?

Well, no but—

He's probably just going to ignore you during the day, possibly using Quidditch as a way to obtain his revenge.

Well that makes me feel much better—

What's the worst that can happen?

I didn't answer the voice in my head this time. What was the worst that can happen?

I didn't want to think about it. Maybe this is all a bad dream and when I wake up tomorrow, I'll see Flint and he'll probably be making jokes about how ugly I was or how Wood was mental to have put me in the Team. Or maybe he'll be the one pouring pumpkin juice over my head. Yeah, that could be it.

I closed my eyes. Okay, nightmare. It's time for you to go. Now, when I open my eyes, I'm going to find myself in bed wearing my pajamas while Ange reminds me for the last time it's seven o' clock. I opened my eyes. I was still in bed, but I wasn't wearing my pajamas and it certainly didn't look like seven. Damn. It wasn't a dream. I felt like I was going to throw up any minute; the pit of my stomach was mixed in all sort of weird feelings.

It felt like I was in somebody else's body and my own body was moving around on its own. I don't know why I was so caught up in Alicia's love problem, I don't know why I made that pumpkin juice spill on Flint's head, I don't know why I had taken off when Flint started coming at me, and most of all I don't know why I'm lying here by myself, staring at the ceiling.

Even though I don't know all of those things, I do know at least one thing:

Marcus Flint is going to murder me.

A/N: Yes, I edited this too (despite all that I've said Chapter 2). The idea for this story originated from the single scene where Katie dumps pumpkin juice over Flint's head; I wasn't really expecting it to be a whole story based on the two of them, really. But now that I've sorted some things though, it's actually one of my favorites (I was planning on posting more Harry Potter stories which is explained in my profile).

It is rated for specific purposes so please be aware of that. Especially in the later chapters.

Thank you for reading this ridiculously-long-yet-completely-meaningless Author's Note.

Oh, and I really do love constructive reviews (If that's not too much to ask).