Authours note: Reviews are greatly appreciated. This fanfic was made becasue I have had severe writers on my Dramione fic for about 2 months but I still wanted to write
Disclamer: I don't own Harry Potter or the fantastic foursome, if I did I would not be writing about them
Clarisse's P.O.V
'Alice was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up in a moment. She looked up, but it was all dark overhead; before her was another long passage and the white rabbit was still in sight, hurting down it. There was not a moment to be lost. Away went Alice like the wind and was just in time to hear it say, as it turned a corner, "Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it's getting!" She was close behind it when she turned the corner. But the Rabbit-'
"Get out of here girl!" Yelled the librarian, Madame Pince. The young, red haired girl lifted her head from the page and put the carried the book close to her chest as she exited the library, carrying the stories which she so longed to enter. She walked through the halls to her 6th year Potions class, ignoring the taunts from a group of 7th year Slytherins,
"Oy, ginger," yelled one of them. "What's that book you got there, nerd." She kept her head down as she past them clutching the book tightly. "I belong in fantasy worlds," she thought. "Not here."
Dan's P.O.V
Daniel Howell woke late, again. He forced himself out of bed and into the bathroom, he looked at his reflection in the mirror and sighed, his 'Hobbit Hair' running rampage. He dressed and dragged himself down the stairs to the common room, otherwise known as what he liked to call the torture room. Most of the Slytherins hated him, for no other reason than being the complete opposite of what Salazar Slytherin prized: they were mean, cunning and cruel, he was kind, a bit sarcastic and in his own mind, 'the human embodiment of Winnie the Pooh.' He grabbed an apple on his way out and walked to his first lesson; potions. Suddenly three dark haired figures swerved past him and bumped his shoulders, it was his best friends; Phil, PJ and Chris.
"Hey bud!" said Chris. "Another late morning?"
"Yeah," sighed Dan.
"Those Slytherins giving you trouble?" asked PJ, suddenly sounding worried
"No, well, apart from their comments, but I just shrug them off," replied Dan. Dan didn't want his friends to know that the Slytherins comments really did upset him, he didn't want them to worry that Dan wasn't as happy that he could be but also he didn't want them to know that they would be right. From a stranger's perspective Dan thought he would look big-headed but that was quite the opposite, he was insecure about himself in so many ways, fearing what others said behind his back and what some had the arrogance to say to his face. They soon arrived at potions and took their normal seats. PJ and Chris immediately started a conversation about which Pokémon really was the best but Phil stayed quiet. He usually joined in on conversations like these, arguing that Growlithe was the best because of its ability to spit fire.
"Are you okay?" Asked Dan "Yeah, I'm fine," replied Phil immediately entering conversation. Dan was daydreaming about asking Headmistress McGonagall about switching to another house when a beautiful, red-haired girl walked in the classroom. It was Clarisse, one of Phil's friends from Hufflepuff house, Phil waved to her as she sat down at the front of the class and she immediately opened her book, an old muggle copy of 'Alice's adventures in wonderland'. Dan had admired her for a few years now and he always noticed everything about her, the ink stains on her fingers, the way she turned the pages in her books, her iPod earphone hanging out of her bag and the almost unintelligible scrawl in her many notebooks she carried with her. But she had always loathed him, as told many times by none other than herself; she thought he was a twat, and apparently a toe-rag, whatever that was. The rest of potions dragged on uneventfully with Chris being a smart-ass and answering many of Professor Slughorn's questions sarcastically. Finally they escaped and went to sit by the lake for their free period. PJ went to magic in art and Dan saw Clarisse sit underneath a tree and instantly open her book again. He watched her eyes flick across the page as she read each word, he forced himself to tear his gaze away from her soft blue eyes and focus on the properties of the Sopophorous bean.
"So Dan, we saw you making goo-goo eyes at Miss Clarisse," said Chris, with an air of sophistication. "And?" Asked Dan, not looking up from his work.
"Well when are you going to ask her out?"
"Are you serious Chris? She'd never go out with me, she hates me," said Dan.
