A/N~ So this is a request story I'm writing for Midenigufutsu koyote, a wonderful fanfictioner who gave me a request! The idea for this story, as well as the character Eliza Hawkins, belong to her!
"What's she doing?" I hear Neville Longbottom ask, but I choose to ignore him. I had the new Weird Sisters album blaring loudly throughout the common room, undoubtedly disturbing the peace. I let my feet move on their own, my socks slipping and sliding on the wooden floor and carrying me and all my dancing mojo over to the couch where Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat.
"Good song!" Harry screams over the music, a smile on his face. I nod to agree, and try to pull Hermione up to dance with me, but she gives me a nasty look and holds a hand to her ear while the other works a quill over parchment. Rolling my eyes, I reach for Ron, and yank him to his feet. He stands for a few second with me twirling around him, but doesn't seem to have a dancing bone in his body.
"Common Harry!" I holler, throwing my arms over my head and shaking my head. He laughs at me, and shakes his head. "You guys are boring!" I tell them, and march away to dance with Dean and Seamus, who actually know a thing or two about dancing.
"Honestly, Hawkins, could you do that somewhere else?" Hermione calls out in an agitated voice, but I ignore her as well. What was with these people? We had classes in a few hours, and they were acting as lively as dead slugs.
"Sorry love," I holler to her, "Can't hear you."
Snapping her book closed, she jolts from her seat and carries her books with her to the portrait hole before turning back to look at Ron and Harry. "Coming?" She snaps, and turns and leaves as if they were sure to follow.
"See you." Ron says as he passes.
"See you in Potions." Harry nods as he passes, ducking his head as he leaves. I wave after them, and slide over towards the stairs where, with a flick of my wand, the music stops.
"Thank Godric she's gone." I say loudly, flopping myself down onto the couch. I didn't mind Hermione much, she just happened to like to sit on my favorite sofa spot, and we just couldn't have that, could we?
"He likes you." Seamus tells me, sitting at my feet and flipping through a textbook Harry's left behind. "It's obvious."
I roll my eyes and snort unattractively. "Please, Honey, who doesn't want all this." I motion to my stained white undershirt, and grey sweat pants. My dark hair was pulled up in a loose knot, and my hazel eyes looked more like mud today than they usually did.
Seamus just spares me a smile and raises his brows. I shrug. Suddenly class wasn't sounding so fun. Especially potions class where I would have to stare at Snape, that big hunk of a man. "Think Malfoy will fall in a cauldron today?" I ask, but Seamus doesn't humor me.
"I think it's a good possibility." Dean says, and throws a pink towel I left in the bathroom at my head.
"I'd like to see that." I tell him sleepily, and rub at my eyes. "I should get dressed, shouldn't I?" I ask the two boys, who both nod their heads in unison, making me sigh. "Thought so."