Many Years From
Now
A Harry Potter Fanfiction by Moey
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. A few
lines belong to the Fab Four.
A/N: As always my thanks go to The Sugar Quill (www.sugarquill.com)
She paused as she climbed out of
the portrait hole from Gryffindor Tower. For a moment she
considered turning around and going back to bed. She shuddered to
think of the trouble she would be in if she were caught wandering
the halls at quarter to three in the morning. She was a Prefect.
How would it look if she were caught? Then she thought of that
silly grin, those adorable freckles, and the fiery red hair.
Fiery red was her favorite color. She continued out the portrait
hole with a smile. Luckily the Fat Lady was asleep and didn't
stir as she tiptoed down the hallway.
He had said to meet him at three o'clock sharp near the
statue of the humpbacked witch on the third floor, but when she
reached the rendezvous he was nowhere in sight. How typical. As
she walked past the statue near an empty classroom someone
grabbed her arm and pulled her inside. She almost let out a
scream but it was stifled as she was drawn into a long,
passionate kiss.
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When they finally emerged from the room almost an hour had passed.
They walked hand in hand back toward Gryffindor Tower chatting in
whispers about this and that.
"So tomorrow before breakfast you'll let me have a look
at your Potions homework, won't you? I'm still two feet
short."
She glared at him. "No, you can finish the assignment
yourself. You don't need to copy off of me."
He stopped and turned so they were facing one another. "Come
on love, just a peek," he wheedled as he attempted to draw
her into a kiss. She pushed him away and continued walking.
"You are perfectly capable of completing that assignment
yourself. Maybe if you hadn't stopped to play chess with
your brother you'd have it finished already!"
"I have to have some fun between all the homework
and your constant badgering about doing homework!"
His ears were beginning to turn pink. Their voices had risen from
whispers to stifled yells.
"We have N.E.W.T.'s coming up! Aren't you at all
concern—"
"N.E.W.T.'s aren't until next term!" he
interupted.
"But don't you worry about your future? Honestly, you really
do need to act a bit more responsibly!"
He took her hand and leaning close, turned to look into her eyes.
"Our future doesn't rest solely on this one
Potions essay." She blushed at his emphaisis on the word
"our". "As a matter of fact, when I'm old and
losing my hair and you're next to me with grandchildren on
your knee, that Potions essay isn't going to seem important
at all."
" Of course that will be many, many years from now," she added grinning. "For now, maybe you should just do the homework."
"Alright, alright. And who
knows? I might discover a cure for baldness."
She erupted into a fit of giggles and put her arms around him
pulling close for a kiss. The whole of Hogwarts enjoyed their
rows, but the two of them much preferred the amends.
No sooner had they made up when they heard footsteps coming up
the corridor. Quickly they scrambled toward the portrait of the
Fat Lady. Just as they were turning the corner he stumbled on the
hem of his too long robes and fell flat on his face. She turned
to help him up but the footsteps were closer and he urged her on.
"Go ahead. I'll see you back in the common room later."
She heard him add, "Stupid hand-me-downs," as she
rounded the corner down the hall.
She sputtered out the password, but the Fat Lady had a few choice
words to say to her before she would allow her entrance. In the
middle of lecturing her about how Prefects should not be
wandering the school at four o'clock in the morning she
stopped short. They both strained to hear the voices coming from
around the corner.
"So Weasley, I see you're out for a midnight stroll.
Where's your company?" She recognized the voice as
belonging to the Hogwarts' caretaker.
He looked from his left to his right before replying, "No
one else, just me."
"Think you're funny don't
you Weasley? I definitely heard more than one voice. Who was it?"
"Oh, them. They would be the voices inside my head.
Funny, I thought I was the only one that could hear them."
"Very well Weasley. If you refuse to tell me the name of
your counterpart, you will just have to suffer their punishment
as well as your own. Follow me."
She heard him give a sigh before responding, "Yes, Mr.
Pringle."
"Oh dear," said the Fat Lady. "It looks like he's
gotten himself into a spot. You on the other hand are extremely
lucky."
"I know," said Molly as she climbed shakily through the
portrait hole. She went upstairs to get her Potions essay before
coming back down to the common room to wait for Arthur.