I turned to look at the giant THING sitting in the middle of the street. It seemed to be a huge, purple, double-decker bus. I finally realized... It was the night bus! But if that was the night bus...That must mean my friend Hanna and I were... "WE'RE WITCHES, HELL TO THE YES!" Hanna screamed, I face palmed. This was going to be a lot harder for us than it had been was for Harry. We walked up onto the bus. I froze. There in front of me, the hottest of all wizards, stood the boy who lived. Harry Potter! Hanna reacted...calmly. No fan girl moment, no screams, nothing. She did, however, charge onto the bus ahead of me, then shriek. "DRACOOOOOOOOOO!"
I slowly walked up to Harry. He still looked shaken from Hanna's enthusiasm. "Is that your...friend...?" He asked.
"Friend is a bit of a misnomer, we're more like sisters," I replied, "But she's always like that. I'd get used to it." Just pray to whatever deity you worship she doesn't get hold of more coffee, I thought.
Harry looked down. "And...Uh...what's your name?" I blushed. He actually cared! I thought he just would just think I was another "Harry Potter Worshipper".
"Um...Courtney. You're Harry Potter. I'd know you anywhere." He rolled his eyes. I smirked and said, "Harry, It's almost impossible not to know who you are. You're famous everywhere. Even in the muggle world. Actually, just moments ago I thought I was a muggle..." He smiled. He's interested! Hanna stuck her head out a window and shouted, "
OI! Lovebirds! HELP!" effectively ruining the moment. Harry and I rolled our eyes as one.
"Did you find your Draco?" I asked sarcastically, referring to her over-the-top fan girl moment.
"No! THE WORLD IS AT AN END! DRACO IS NOT ON THE BUS!" she wailed, trying not to laugh. I smirked.
"Hanna, remember, Draco never goes near Harry unless they're on the train or in the common room!" She looked at me, and then a sheepish look crossed her face.
"Ah, yah...I forgot that too..." Harry walked up behind me with a confused look on his face.
"How do you know Draco Malfoy?" I panicked.
Hanna shot me a look. 'Don't panic,' it screamed at me.
'You're panicking,' I looked back.
'Just because I panic-'
'Well, if YOU get to panic,'
"YOU'RE the one he's paying attention to, anyway! Doesn't much matter if I panic or not!" she said, out loud. All heads on the bus turned towards her. I then put my hands over my face, and then turned to face Harry.
"Ummmm...Don't mind her. I know Draco because...ummmmmm...we...we have met before. It doesn't mean I like him or anything, but crazy-ass Hanna over here is obsessed with him." I whispered, "She loves him." His eyebrows shot up a mile wide. Hanna's mouth dropped down a yard.
"I DON'T LOVE HIM!" she screeched, spitting the word "love" akin to how one would refer to a particularly determined ex, or relative one was trying to avoid. "I'M A FANGIRL! THERE'S A DIFFERENCE!"
Harry looked slightly fearful and slightly disgusted. "You have to deal with this all day?" he asked me incredulously. "More like my entire lifetime." It was then that the bus took off, sending all of us hurtling backwards. Harry hit the back window full force and I rushed over to him.
"Harry, meet window! Window, meet Harry!" Hanna thundered, stuck between two beds. The three of us promptly burst into laughter, startling the rest of the occupants of the bus.
"Little old lady at 12 o'clock, mon!" called a distinctly Jamaican-sounding voice from the front of the bus. Pulling my attention from Harry for the first time the entire ride, I saw the shrunken head hanging by its hair from the bus's rearview mirror. EW, I thought. I didn't have time to think much more before the bus screeched to a halt, sending me and Harry flying (Hanna, wedged between her beds, was safe.). Me being a whole 90 pounds, you can guess who ended up where.
I fell forward hitting my back and head hard against the dirty floor of the bus. I looked up, and Harry was there. He had a bit of and embarrassed look on his face. We had ended up splayed in the middle of the aisle about where Hanna was wedged. The silence was quickly broken by Hanna's screaming, "OY! At the rate you guys are going, we should get the Ketuba* signed tonight!" A devilish grin spread across her face when we finally realized the uncomely position we were accidentally in.
Harry looked confused. "What's a…ke…?"
"NOTHING," I said loudly before Hanna could interrupt. Hanna extricated herself from the two beds with all the finesse of a gymnast (or, as I put it, a pole dancer) and walked over. "Okay, Potter, I don't care that you're lying on my friend. I don't much care if your tongue goes down her throat. Hell, I don't care if she sneaks into your common room in the night. If I find out about it, though, I will flay you alive, cut you up, and burn the bits," Hanna completed, looking very pleased with herself. I looked at Harry, my face burning, eyes wide. His deep shade of vermilion matched mine perfectly. "You know what? I take that back. GET OFF HER."
"Yes, mother," I said sarcastically.
"And you!" Hanna rounded on me, adopting a tone and cadence like my mom's, only more so, "Why don't you be more like your sister, now there's a nice girl, she goes to synagogue*, she listens to her elders, she-" I rolled my eyes at Hanna's successful attempt to annoy me. She laughed evilly.
This was going to be a LOOOOONG ride.
*A Ketuba is a Jewish marriage contract. My friend Hanna and I are Jewish :D
*Synagogue is Yiddish for a Jewish Church or Temple