So, I was trying to imitate ColourPearl's writing style a bit with this story. A bit. I certainly can't write as well as she can, and I'm not trying to be her, I just like the way she does her song-inspired stories. They are Twilight, mind you, but you MUST check them out. She is amazing! And like two years younger than I am(damn her).
So basically, this is a series of one-shots between different Gryffindors. I mean, you live with these people for years, and you never grow close? Bull-shit. You know there were some weird friendships formed in the confides of the common room. And it's my job to interpret them. Enjoy!
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I've heard it said
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Harry trudged into the common room, Oliver's late-night practice having worn him out. He had been the last to leave the showers, something Professor McGonagall would have had a fit about if she knew. With Sirius Black still on the run, she was keeping a tighter hold on everyone-Harry in particular.
The fire was dying slowly, casting a dim light about the room. People were slowly filing out of the room, bidding each other goodnight. After grabbing his bag from the dorm, he settled back into his favorite armchair, proceeding to finish Snape's particularly nasty essay on Bezoars.
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that people come into our lives
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Harry awoke to the sounds of sniffling. He bolted awake, realizing he had fallen asleep without writing the conclusion to his essay. Sitting up, he searched his person for the parchment, but couldn't find it anywhere. About to scream in frustration, a soft voice said, "It's on the table Harry. You were about to spill ink all over yourself, so I moved your quill and essay."
The source of the voice was none other than a puffy-eyed Katie Bell who was sitting in front of the newly-sparked fire, hands clutching an item Harry couldn't make out. Her lip was trembling, and she lowered her eyes, turning back to the fire. Her hair, normally pulled back into a bouncy ponytail, was down, hanging limply around her shoulders and into her face.
"Er, thank you. Are…are you alright, Katie?" He stood up, spine cracking from his uncomfortable sleeping arrangement, and sat next to the older girl on the couch.
"I'm just peachy, Harry. Really." Her voice cracked, and a lone tear slid down her cheek. Harry patted her arm awkwardly, unsure of what to do. Hermione had always told him to be sensitive around girls, but he never quite understood what that entailed, or even meant, really.
"Well, obviously not." Harry winced, thinking that wasn't exactly the most sensitive thing he could have said. But Katie was a tough girl, and could handle his bluntness.
"Obviously. But do you really want to hear about it?" She turned her head to face him, a knowing half-smile on her face. Harry shrugged.
"As much as any thirteen-year-old boy wants to. But the real question is, do you need to tell someone?" He and Katie had formed a bond on the team over the past few years. They were the two youngest, and even though Katie was good friends with Alicia and Angelina, they still looked down on her sometimes for being so…juvenile. But she never had the same feeling for Harry; she treated him like he was a fourth-year like her.
Katie turned her head again, face scrunching up with tears. Harry rubbed her shoulder, wondering if he should wake up one of the other Chasers. She suddenly wailed, covering her eyes with her palms.
"It's…it's Oliver," The brunette finally managed to saw through her sobs. "I-I-I've fancied him for some…time now…and-and I just got up…the courage…to ask him out….today…b-b-but I walked in…after practice…and he w-was snogging…snogging Adrianna Benson. I-I…" She broke off, pulling her knees to her chest, burying her head in her arms.
Harry wrapped an arm around her shoulder, leaning his head against hers. Her hands loosened, and Harry finally saw what she had been holding: a photograph. The occupants were laughing, smiling, and Harry recognized the intense smile and messy hair of Oliver Wood, their seventh-year Quidditch Captain and the source of Katie's pain. Next to him stood the aforementioned girl with a nervous, eager grin on her face, her brown hair short and her pretty face young. Oliver kept tossing the Quaffle out of the picture, and Katie was quick to catch and return it, showing off her superb Chaser reflexes.
"That was taken the day of my first practice, before you joined the team. My friend Leanne is a bit of a camera freak. She took a million our first night in the castle." She let out a bitter laugh, the tore the photo in half, tossing the pieces into the fire.
Without thinking Harry pulled out his wand. "Accio picture pieces." The slightly charred scraps flew from the flames, into his outstretched hand. "Reparo." The picture reassembled itself, the burn marks vanishing. Oliver and Katie waved back out of them, relieved grins on their faces.
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for a reason
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"What did you do that for, Harry?" Katie asked angrily, clenching her fists. The bespectacled boy just shrugged, handing the photo back to her.
"Years from now, you'll regret losing it." She rolled her eyes, looking skeptical. "I'm serious. What if, years from now, when you and Oliver Wood are engaged, you wanted a picture of your early years together? And you blatantly threw the only one you had away because you had been upset." She stared at him, eyes narrowing.
"Don't tease me like that, Harry. There's no hope for me and Oliver. Just let me wallow in my self-pity." She turned away from him, setting her chin on her arms.
"That's not a very Gryffindor thing to say, Kates." Her eyes flashed at him, teeth bared. He had used his nickname for her. He knew very well that Oliver Wood was the only man on the planet who could call her that and survive. Lucky that Harry happened to be "The Boy Who Lived".
"Don't call me that. And who cares if I don't sound like a Gryffindor? I might as well transfer to Hufflepuff now and save myself the pain of having to watch him with any other girl but me."
Harry sighed impatiently, placing his hand back on her shoulder. "Seriously, Katie? That's the most pathetic thing I've ever heard. You're tough. You've been the victim of many a Weasley twin bludger attack. You can handle a boy."
She sat there silently, contemplating his words. Then, out of nowhere, she kissed him on the cheek.
"You're right. If I can handle Fred and George's bludgers, I can handle Oliver Wood." She pulled him into a tight hug before standing up. "Thank you, Harry. Really. You're a lifesaver."
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The next day at breakfast, Katie confronted Oliver. It started with an argument, and ended with a kiss.
Though he graduated at the end of the year, they still kept in touch. And whenever she was missing him, she just looked at the picture Harry had saved from the fireplace, and she knew she could never have asked for a better friend.
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bringing something we must learn
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So? How was the first one? Please tell me! Please!!
The more you review, the sooner I'll update. I mean, school is starting soon, and I really wont have much time to update. But if I'm motivated, I will find time.
Up next: Lavender and Neville!