Taking Over Me:
It is the beginning of the 7th year for Harry and co., and Evelyn Ridicule is the new girl, a 'dark' witch who is often associated with You-Know-Who. She is tormented by this, as she goes against everything He ever said to her or taught her. Eve wants to distance herself from her dark past… what better way than to really make an effort at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?
Evelyn had been sorted into Slytherin, and the rumours had erupted once again. The whole train journey, and the beginning of the Welcoming Banquet she had been whispered about, avoided by all first years and pointed at. It was enough to make a girl very angry… but Eve had promised not to use her dark magick. She was beginning again, minus the evil. Fake smile in place, she spooned herself up some mashed potato with cream sauce and began to eat.
However, the vicious rumour-spreading did not cease. Tired from restraint, Eve simply followed Zephyr, a renowned Slytherin prefect, into her common room and from there got an early night. She could even hear girls whispering in her dorm room, though only sporadically. Eve closed her eyes tight and pretended to be asleep.
The first lesson that next morning was Potions, and the first assignment to partner up with a buddy. Wonderful. Everyone had partnered up, and she was left playing with a strand of her long black hair and looking around the room like an abandoned puppy. Suddenly, she heard a deep voice behind her and felt a gentle tap on her shoulder.
"Would you be my partner?" Came the voice of a man. Eve had pre-decided, whether it was Draco Malfoy or Neville Longbottom.
"Yes, I'm…" Eve turned to face Harry Potter, their bodies only a few centimetres apart so she could feel his warm breath on her cheeks. She blushed and stumbled over her words.
"Evelyn Ridicule… you're quite the celebrity here this year…" He chuckled, pulling up a stool to sit next to her. She really was very beautiful, Harry thought.
"Coming from you, Mr. Potter…" Eve said softly, in a voice gentle as a kitten. She smiled, beginning their experiment.
Throughout the lesson the pair worked beautifully together (a combination which made Hermione and Ron, the newest couple at Hogwarts, look pathetic!) and very soon they spent most of their lessons together. It seemed Harry was the perfect anecdote for Eve, being through the 'popular unpopularity' himself at the school. Harry was beginning to like Eve more and more… the way her green eyes lit up every time he told a joke, the way she always curled her black hair around her index finger aimlessly. She was beautiful to him, and a challenge which made her unbearably desirable.
One afternoon, Harry decided to confide his feelings in his two dearest and oldest friends, no matter how distant and absorbed in each other they may have been of late. Ron and Hermione had mixed reactions to the confession. Ron was delighted, patting Harry on the back and chuckling in his deep way.
"You should go for it, Harry. Everyone knows she likes you! Besides, what have you got to lose- and she's really fit!!!"
This was followed by a slap on the arm by Hermione and her usual concerned face.
"I don't know, Harry… she seems like trouble. You know all of those rumours… They might just be true. And you can't take a risk with anything to do with Voldemort." She said quietly, giving Harry a stern look as she usually did.
Harry's heart sank. Two differing opinions, although all he wanted to do was go with Ron's advice and ask Evelyn out. He really didn't believe any of the rumours, but since Hermione had mentioned it, he was becoming more and more unsure of how to act around Eve. Usually he would play fight with her, give her cuddles, help her with her homework and anything else she needed. Now, he wasn't sure what to do. Whenever she went to hug him, his body turned to cardboard, holding her at a distance with a strange look on his face.
Eventually this got a little too much for Eve, and she confronted Harry about it. It was late one night, and they were both studying for a Transmogrification test the next day in the Library. Harry's odd behaviour had been bothering Eve for a while now, and she finally got up the nerve to tell Harry about it.
"Harry, what's going on with us?" She said nervously to him, looking at him sideways across the textbooks.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, a week ago we were fine, and acting normally, and now you're all distant. Is there anything wrong?" Eve said, flicking her hair away from her eyes nervously.
"No, no Eve there's nothing wrong, I promise you. It's just… I mean, I've been having a problem… and people have different views on it. But I always want to go with what my heart says… I just dunno…" He said sullenly.
Eve placed a gentle hand on top of Harry's, making his spine tingle.
"Why didn't you come to me? The answer would have been so simple. Always, always go with your heart…" She said simply, smiling a sweet smile.
Harry raised an eyebrow and drew his hand back.
"Alright then…" He said softly, moving into her lips as he met them with his. He had been longing for that moment for so long, and it had finally come, and was abruptly finished by Eve pulling away and standing up.
"I… I'm sorry… I have to go…" She said breathlessly, turning for the door and walking out.
The next day was a Sunday, and Evelyn found Harry out on the green. She sat next to him carefully, regardless of him turning his back to her and going red. She lay a gentle hand on his shoulder and whispered to him:
"I was tired… if you want to pick up where you left off…" She said, and Harry turned round to see her smiling mischievously. Going down to his level, Eve planted a gentle kiss on his lips and smiled.
"Eve…" Harry said dreamily.
"Yeah…?" She said in much the same tone.
"Will you go out with me?" Harry laughed, brushing her black hair out of her eyes.
Evelyn blushed and smiled to the ground.
"Harry Potter, I would be honoured to go to the Halloween dinner with you next week… If you'll take me…" She said sweetly, smiling in that angelic way that made Harry question why anyone would ever think she had even the slightest trace of evil in her.
