The Story of Katie Bell After She Graduated

Chapter 1-Dancing, Kissing and Graduation

A/N: This story is about out favourite Chaser, Katherine Bell after she finishes Hogwarts. I got this idea when I was sitting in bed and I started to write "Katie Bell, waitress", "Katherine Marie Bell, waitress at The Leaky Cauldron" etc.on a tiny sheet of paper. It's Katie's first year post-Hogwarts and she can't get the job she wants, let alone the guy! Hilarity ensured! Enjoy!

Just then, Professor McGonagall called for her, "Katherine M. Bell," she said. The practically the whole crowd cheered like they did for Leah D. Abrams, Joel M. Adams and Jennifer A. Atkins. Katie Bell was graduating, Katie Bell was going to join her friends in the real world. She just didn't know how difficult it was.

Okay, that would be cool if it was about Katie Bell finally graduating from school, joining the English International Quidditch Team and meeting a bunch of players like Natasha Ridgewood and Michael Lowe. But, apparently fate wasn't so kind to her. How should I know? Well, I am Katherine Marie Bell, known as Katie Bell for short. The real story of my graduation went as followed. But, I am warning you. It's not as perfect as that passage.

I woke up at six a.m. to my friend, Leanne Wong, levitating me out of bed and dropping me on the floor. As I fell on my butt, I was cursing (well, not in a magical way) Professor Flitwick for helping Leanne with the "Wingardium Leviosa" charm until she could use it on humans (where I was the first victim, lucky me). Leanne has been my friend since the second day of school when she took the good bed. And she has been my best friend at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry since my best friends in the world, Alicia Spinnet and Angelina Johnson, graduated last year. I missed them so much.

But, I realized that I'm lucky that I am graduating this year considering that I spent about half of the year in a hospital bed at St.Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Oh, you see, I was the lucky one who got a cursed necklace while I was taking a shit at The Three Broomsticks. The owner (who was unfortunately a girl), was under the Imperious Curse and slipped it under my stall. While I fought with Leanne on whether I should bring it to the school it slipped out of the package it was wrapped it and boom. As soon as I knew it, I was dangling in mid-air. Of course I was screaming, and Harry Potter (the guy I had a slight crush on) found me screaming for help and, even though he conquered You-Know-Who for thirteen years, he did nothing but call for a teacher in the middle of Hogsmeade Village!

Yeah, so anyway, I felt a cramp on my stomach. I saw that it wasn't a bruise. Oh fuck. I was PMSing on Graduation Day. Just my luck, eh. As you might've figured out already, I wasn't the luckiest girl in the world. I'm the sister of a super-genius and a Quidditch star, my best friend can pick my up and drop me on the floor with a wave of her wand, my captain on the Quidditch team this year was one year younger than me and played one fucking game all season last year, I have PMS on Graduation and the four guys I would consider taking to the Graduation Dance are either dead, working, in America for a quidditch conference or grieving the loss of our headmaster. Perfect, isn't it?

I heard a knock on my dormitory. I suppose Hannah forgot her key again. While the Weasley twins were in school, we kept a lock which only we could open. Even though the stairs of the girls' dormitory are enchanted so boys can't come up, we figured that Fred and George Weasley could figure out a way up. Even though I was friends with Fred and George, my roommates weren't so keen on the possibilty of them coming in while we were sleeping. Even though they have been gone for more than a year, we keep the lock on there in case they passed down their secrets. But, then I remembered that McGonagall made us take down our lock yesterday so the first years next year can decorate the door however they wanted. We couldn't decide who should take the lock home, so we kept it in the wardrobe for the first years so they could keep it. We left a note that they were to sign the note and leave the lock for the firsties after them. It was pretty cool.

When I opened the door, my two best friends in the world, Alicia Spinnet and Angelina Johnson, were standing there. Alicia was wearing a white silk top with silver diagonal lines spaced out far apart that clung to her slender body. She also wore tight, dark blue, faded jeans that hugged her perfect ass. On her feet, were silver boots with pointed toes and three-inch heels. Her dirty-blonde shoulder length hair was shiny and glowing and had new golden highlights. Alicia was, like usual, pretty.

Angelina was wearing a lacy, black camisole that showed her perfect tummy, which had a new silver ring in her belly button. She was wearing a leather miniskirt which reaveled awesome legs that made half the guys in her year go crazy. In the end, she picked Lee Jordan to be her boyfriend because he was the one who "tried the hardest". She was talking about the way he would always hit on her while he was announcing the Quidditch matches. I missed his commentaries while I was whizzing around on my broom to look for the quaffle this year. They were very amusing and were way better than Luna Lovegood's and Zacharias Smith's combined.

So, they were there to see me graduate. Like I was to see them move on to the real world and leave me behind. I remember my sister, Bridget, telling me that the real world sucked. That was probably because she was looking for a job where zero experience was needed. I knew that the way Alicia and Angelina were, as long as they went to single, young, male employers, they would have no problem.

Yeah so, the afternoon came quickly. Me and Leanne did each other's hair. I did Leanne's in a classical raven updo while she gave me wavy curls. It was an improvement to my flat, straight brown hair. We talked to Alicia and Angelina and remembered how Dumbledore read a letter from Fred G. Weasley and George F. Weasley when their names were called. Fred and George left school in the middle of the Umbridge Administration as me, Alicia and Angelina liked to call it. Fred said in the letter that he missed his love, Alicia Spinnet so much. Alicia cried, but she had this way with makeup that it wouldn't smudge so her mascara remained intact.

All the seventh years gathered in a room off the Great Hall. Me and Leanne said goodbye to Alicia and Angelina as they wished us good luck. Me? Good luck? It wasn't possible. Anyway, this room was where the Triwizard Tournament competitors were told to go two years ago. I waited as the family and friends gathered into the Great Hall on the seats that were there. I waited as they sat down and then the class of 2004 walked to the first center two rows in front. McGonagall made a speech on how much she enjoyed teaching us and seeing us grow as students and witches and wizards of the magical soicety over the last seven years at Hogwarts. Right. She screamed at all of us when our water goblets had tails in second year when we tranfigured them from rats. Then she started to call our names one by one, starting with Leah D. Abrams, who was a Hufflepuff. Then, Joel M. Adams, Ravenclaw, next, Jennifer A. Atkins from Ravenclaw, then Katherine M. Bell. I walked up in my sparkly white dress robes and took my diploma. McGonagll whispered,"Congradulations" to me as I shook her hand. Then she called everyone else until Leanne M. Wong. Then I went up to the podium to make my speech. I was valedictorian, having received all "O"s (amazingly) on my NEWTs. I knew that those parents who thought their children would get valedictorian because they were there all year whispered about me. Bitches.

I made my speech. I said that challenges have faced us all (and I heard someone in the right front row mutter, "Especially you, right sweetheart?") and that we faced them with much dignity (I eyed that bastard who said I especially faced challenges). I said that we would all miss Professor Dumbledore who had died suddenly yesterday. We would miss all our teachers, in fact, because they not only taight us our lessons of the subject they were supposed to, but also taught us lessons about life. When I finished, my nine year old sister, Mary Kathleen, threw up right in front of me. She was sitting in the left front row with my parents and she threw up right as I finished my speech. I noticed she was looking so pale, that her freckles were the only amount of color left on her face and they stood out more than usual. My mother buried her face in her hands instead of applaud me and my dad and Bridget tried to make sure that Mary wasn't dying. She only threw up, God! But, no. The little, delicate Mary might have consuption or some other horrible illness.I have some supportive family.

Leanne, Angelina and Alicia were clapping for me though. I can rely on them for support. My sisters and my parents are another story. But, I think that my valedictorian speech was pretty good. Pretty geeky, but good all the same.

Everyone met at a reception afterwards. Fred and George Weasley were there. Alicia ran and attacked Fred with kisses when she saw him. They said that they wanted to come because they wanted to see "the kid" (their nickname for me because I was a year younger) graduate and because they wanted to go to a graduation themselves since they didn't get to go to their own. Alicia held Fred's hand as we talked for a little bit. When it ended, I said goodbye to everyone. Sometime in that conversation, I must've mentioned the fact that I didn't have a date for the dance because George offered to go to the dance with me. I said that he didn't have to and that I would hang around with Leanne and her date, Sean Ferris, but he said that I would be pretty lonely when they went to dance. Way to go George to point out what I already knew. Luckily, he was already dressed for the occasion.

George was a pretty good date. He made me laugh a lot, he got me punch and didn't spill it on my dress when he gave it to me and he was a pretty good dancer. When you think of George Weasley, dancing isn't the first thing that comes to your mind. The mischevious smile that belongs to the Weasley twins sets you in the right direction of thinking that they are plotting something against you (which 90 of the time they are). Or you might think quidditch with their good arm muscles.

But George danced really well. His mum taught him, Fred and their brothers, Bill, Charlie and Percy when he was five. Ron, of course, was only three and very much afraid of the twins. Even though it was awkward to be dancing with his mum, Bill, Charlie or most of all, Percy, he said that the experience was worth it. I remembered how light on his feet Fred was when he danced with Angelina at the Yule Ball, so that made sense that their mum taught them. We danced a couple of times that nightand I got my first kiss on that dance floor.

It's pretty pathetic when a girl gets her first kiss at seventeen. Angelina had hers from Fred when she was fourteen and Alicia had hers from Fred when she was sixteen (note to self: remember to not let Fred anywhere near mistletoe by me). But, I was in that unforunate class of having hers over sixteen. But Bridget's boyfriend, had his at twenty-three, so I'm lucky somewhat. And George says that his was at eighteen.

So I was dancing to a slow number of Celestina Warbeck who was singing at the dance. It was called, "Enchanted By You". I can remember it so clear.

Come, let me be

Enchanted by you

Come, let me see

The magical you

Oh, I wanna be

The girl for you

Oh, please let me be

Enchanted by you

Just after that, George Weasley kissed me. A right on the lips, passionate kiss. And I loved it. the atmosphere was perfect, the kiss was perfect and George was perfect. Somehow, I felt that I have always secretly loved George. I just never noticed it. I also didn't know how much a part George would play in my future life.

A/N2: Hopefully you liked that chapter! Yeah, my brother told me about how the real world sucks when he was looking for a job as well. The lyrics for Enchanted By You were created by me. I used to write songs and Enchanted By You has that magical feel like the other Celistina songs we heard (or read) in HBP. Tell me what you think by reviewing!

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