Yay! My first ever fanfic that I'm uploading and OMG I THINK I'M HYPERVENTILATING!

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DISCLAIMER: J.K. Rowling is the creator of the Harry Potter series! Not I! Although I wish I was…. *happy face*

BTW: This is rated M for what will happen in l8r chapters but for the first few it's rated F for Flan-didily-tastic! :D

ENJOY!

I stared gloomily out the window as the Hogwarts Express took us further and further into the countryside, the scenery becoming a blur as the speed of the train picked up.

'Don't be so glum! School's not going to be that bad is it?' piped up Rosie, who even sitting across from me managed to give me a hug. I couldn't help giving her a small smile. Rosie, (although her real name is Rosette) was only a couple of months older than me and we were still both 15. Whereas I had dark brown hair she firmly insisted that she had black. As much as we had our similarities we had our differences. And boy, did we have them. Rosie was pretty in an exotic way. She had dark brown eyes that were coated in thick black lashes. Her eyes also seemed to slant a bit. Only to her advantage of course. But my eyes? They were a blue-grey and compared to Rosie's they seemed...circular, wide and somehow inquisitive. Rosie just said that it added to my charm. Yeah right, charm. Charm, my rosy red backside. Actually I could come to think of it, but I pushed that thought right to the back of my mind when I saw who walked into our compartment and tried to stifle a groan. Two tall, gangly Gryffindor boys who were none other than Fred and George Weasley.

'Freddy!' squealed Rosette.

'Rose!' Fred squealed back, and in about a second they were all over each other as if they were victims of a binding charm. George in the meantime took a seat next to me and looked at his brother and Rosie as if they were an interesting television program. He then turned to me and started absent-mindedly playing with my hair.

'You realise that you're starting your 5th Year at Hogwarts and you still haven't dated anyone? You know, maybe I'd consider going out with you if you grew your hair to as long as Rosie's grown it to. Or at least to the middle of your back...' George started tracing the ends of my curls just below my shoulders.

'Why would you even care how long my hair was in the first place?' I asked him incredulously.

'For one, there would be more to grab onto in a moment of pure ecstasy.' He answered truthfully. At that I gave him the dirtiest glare I could muster and stalked out of our compartment without another word.

Wandering the Hogwarts Express' corridors I was at a loss of were to head next. It was either find a new place to sit for about an hour or so and change into my Ravenclaw robes there or go back to where the twins were and change in front of them. And by God, I was not going to change in front of them. At that moment (by pure luck, I suppose) Luna Lovegood stuck out her head from her compartment and practically beamed at me.

'Genevieve! Where have you been?' She called to me.

'Luna! Thank God! Help me,' Relief washed over me as I saw that she was alone in her compartment. 'Can I possibly change into my robes here?'

As she politely showed me a corner as to where I could change I asked her where the rest of the crew were.

'Oh, well Ginny and Neville have gone to join Harry, Ron and Hermione in their compartment. Gryffindors of a feather stick together.' She also muttered under her breath. I frowned at this and fortunately Luna had her back to me. Finished with my robes I then replied:

'Don't worry Luna, Rosie and I have got your back! Ravenclaws of a feather stick together!' I added with a smile. At that we both delved into polite conversation of what we did on the holidays. Luna's sounded much more interesting than mine did when she told me they were hunting in Sweden for Crumple-Horned Snorkacks. With our conversation drawing to a close we both looked out the window, but it didn't do much seeing as there was nothing to look at. The darkness was so heavy that we both agreed that we should get our trunks ready. I bid Luna farewell with the promise that Rosie and I would meet her at the opening feast and with that I headed back towards my compartment.

On my way there what George had told me was weighing down at the back of my mind. Not the hair length thing of course, George could go to hell with that idea. But he was right, this was my 5th year and I hadn't even made the effort to get a crush! I looked around and spotted Harry and Ron in deep argument over which every flavoured bean tasted better. I studied them for a second and decided it was no use. I just wasn't attracted to anyone! Not Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Neville, Dean, Ernie or even Terry Boot! What was wrong with me? I practically burst right back my compartment ready to take my frustration out on Fred and George only to find out that they had left and the only remaining person that remained was Rosie. I ignored her for about three seconds and then turned to her again because it was just impossible for me to ignore anybody.

'Rosie. I would really appreciate if you and Fred could have your little make-out sessions somewhere a bit more private instead of right in my face.' There, I said it. Even though I was being brutally honest. Now that was one of my charms.

'Sorry! But George was right! You should really date sometime soon and maybe you'd become a bit more tolerant of other people in love,' as she was saying this I was turning a bright red, not because of embarrassment, no, it was because I was as stubborn as an ass and would point blank refuse that George was right! 'And I think that you and George would make a really cute match! I think he likes you!' Rosie added with a wink.

'Yeah and he also "likes" 50% of the Hogwarts' student population.' I retorted stubbornly.

'Now how are you going to get a boyfriend with an attitude like that?' Rosie said shaking her head.

We were all seated in the Great Hall, everybody still chattering away because the new first years hadn't arrived yet. I was seated in between Luna and Rosie and I was playing with my napkin, making it levitate in mid-air. I soon grew bored of that and looked at where the teachers were sitting. Because of where the Ravenclaw table was situated I couldn't really tell who was at the far end of the teachers table, also, maybe because they were always blocked from view because of Rubeus Hagrid. I had asked my Gryffindor friends who sat there and they all said 'Severus Snape' with a really gloomy look. Now this may sound odd, but I have never been taught by Professor Snape simply because when I arrived as a first year Professor Flitwick (my head of house and charms teacher) thought that I had a great amount of talent for charms and as luck had it I got moved up into advanced charms which just so happened to take the place of my potions lessons. I was always interested in catching a glance at Professor Snape in my younger years, mostly because his students had described him as an overgrown bat. But the most I ever saw of him was a mop of black hair whipping around the corner of a corridor leading to a dungeon and most to my dismay, did not see a bat wing protruding out of his back.

As I sat there daydreaming I didn't realise that Professor Flitwick had approached me. He cleared his throat quite loudly for such a small man and I practically jumped out of my seat and nearly succeeding in poking Luna's eye out with my wand.

'Miss Cross, may I have a word with you outside the Great Hall?' Professor Flitwick asked.

Obligingly, I nodded my head, concealing my annoyance of having been addressed by my surname. Rosie and Luna jumped of their chairs as well, making it apparent that they wanted to be in on this event.

'I'm sorry Miss Fairfield, Miss Lovegood. But this is only for Miss Cross' ears.' Flitwick said as politely as he could and started leading me out of the hall. As I trotted along behind him it was apparent that students were staring at me, and honestly, I didn't enjoy the attention. It made me blush from ear to ear. In fact you couldn't ever tell the difference of when I was mad or when I was very embarrassed. And right now, I was very embarrassed. Glad that we'd finally left the Great Hall we went to the first classroom we could find. Thankfully unlocked and Peeves-free we both seated ourselves opposite each other at a rather ragged and forlorn desk.

'I'm sorry Genevieve but I regret telling you that this year you will be unable to be involved in advanced charms.' Flitwick said rather sadly. Well, hit me on the head with a broomstick.

'B-but...why? Wasn't I up to scratch?' I blurted out.

'Oh no, no, no! It had nothing to do with you! It was out of anyone's hands really. It was taken off the schools regime and Headmaster Dumbledore was notified just this morning by the Ministry's Educational Services.'

'But that means...does it mean I'll have a free period when I was supposed to have charms?' I inquired, hoping that I could score a free period.

'No, you won't be able to have a free period. It seems the only option is for you to undergo the studies of 5th year potions.' Flitwick said. I gulped noisily.

'Ummm...but I haven't even completed first year potions...' I mumbled, the colour draining out of my face with each given second.

'I suppose you'll have to make up for it in remedial potion classes then.' Said an icy cold voice emitating from the man who stood in the doorway who could be none other than Professor Snape himself.

Yahoo! My first chapter done! Please rate and review because if you don't I'm going to have to get Professor Flitwick to charm your rosy red backside! xD

Misaki: Over and Out!

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