It was an unusually boring Friday night for the Gryffindor kids. There
was a swirling blizzard outside, on the dark castle grounds, and part of
the Hogwarts Castle had caved in. All evening classes had been cancelled;
so all the Gryffindors sat around lazily.silently.
Harry Potter, a very attractive and famous sixth year, was slung over a musty, antique chair, staring at the walls of the common room. Ron Weasley, his best friend with flaming red hair, was in the middle of a very serious chess match against Lee Jordan, a close friend of theirs. Hermione Granger, another good friend of Harry's, was, of course, hunched over a very thick, dusty book, her eyes scanning through the pages. "This is boring," Lee finally announced, getting to his feet.
"Yeah, no kidding," Ron yawned. "I actually wish I was in class right now."
"Don't talk like that!" Neville Longbottom joined them. He entered the common room and, as usual, tripped over a footstool. It was just like Neville to do that; he was clumsy and foolish.
"Well, what can we do? There's nothing!" Lee whined. Harry rolled his eyes. Sometimes these guys could get annoying.
"Let's just go to bed," Harry suggested. Everyone began protesting at once.
"It's too early!"
"Are you insane?"
"Barely seven o'clock!"
"Fine!" Harry snapped, "Don't whine to me then!" Immediately, about a dozen other Gryffindors, some older and some younger than Harry, came rushing down the stairs from their rooms.
"The snow is getting pretty bad out there," said a freckle-faced girl Harry had never met before. She was tall and slender, with long, shiny red hair. Her big brown eyes were soft. The gray skirt she wore with her uniform was inches higher than her knees, revealing long, thin legs. Harry gulped. She caught his glance and smiled at him, walking over. Harry straightened up and grinned nervously.
"Hi," she said, sitting down in the seat next to him. "Mind?"
"No!" Harry exclaimed, "Sit, not at all!" He looked her over and felt his heart melt. She was gorgeous! She giggled.
"I'm Cora," she introduced herself, extending a hand, "Seventh year. You?"
"Harry," he said, shaking her head and noticing with a grin that her fingernails were painted a bright red, "Sixth year." Her mouth immediately dropped open, a reaction Harry was used to.
"Harry-?" she asked.
"Potter." He expected her to scream, or to say "Ohmigod" and start making a fuss about him, but she didn't. Instead, she smiled warmly.an award winning smile.
"Nice to meet you, I've heard of you," she said casually. She slid her hand onto his, and he gulped again.
"I've got an idea!" the voice startled them all. It was Hermione's, she was glancing in Harry's direction, obviously a bit annoyed at Cora's touch. "How about we play Truth or Dare?" she smiled devilishly.
Harry Potter, a very attractive and famous sixth year, was slung over a musty, antique chair, staring at the walls of the common room. Ron Weasley, his best friend with flaming red hair, was in the middle of a very serious chess match against Lee Jordan, a close friend of theirs. Hermione Granger, another good friend of Harry's, was, of course, hunched over a very thick, dusty book, her eyes scanning through the pages. "This is boring," Lee finally announced, getting to his feet.
"Yeah, no kidding," Ron yawned. "I actually wish I was in class right now."
"Don't talk like that!" Neville Longbottom joined them. He entered the common room and, as usual, tripped over a footstool. It was just like Neville to do that; he was clumsy and foolish.
"Well, what can we do? There's nothing!" Lee whined. Harry rolled his eyes. Sometimes these guys could get annoying.
"Let's just go to bed," Harry suggested. Everyone began protesting at once.
"It's too early!"
"Are you insane?"
"Barely seven o'clock!"
"Fine!" Harry snapped, "Don't whine to me then!" Immediately, about a dozen other Gryffindors, some older and some younger than Harry, came rushing down the stairs from their rooms.
"The snow is getting pretty bad out there," said a freckle-faced girl Harry had never met before. She was tall and slender, with long, shiny red hair. Her big brown eyes were soft. The gray skirt she wore with her uniform was inches higher than her knees, revealing long, thin legs. Harry gulped. She caught his glance and smiled at him, walking over. Harry straightened up and grinned nervously.
"Hi," she said, sitting down in the seat next to him. "Mind?"
"No!" Harry exclaimed, "Sit, not at all!" He looked her over and felt his heart melt. She was gorgeous! She giggled.
"I'm Cora," she introduced herself, extending a hand, "Seventh year. You?"
"Harry," he said, shaking her head and noticing with a grin that her fingernails were painted a bright red, "Sixth year." Her mouth immediately dropped open, a reaction Harry was used to.
"Harry-?" she asked.
"Potter." He expected her to scream, or to say "Ohmigod" and start making a fuss about him, but she didn't. Instead, she smiled warmly.an award winning smile.
"Nice to meet you, I've heard of you," she said casually. She slid her hand onto his, and he gulped again.
"I've got an idea!" the voice startled them all. It was Hermione's, she was glancing in Harry's direction, obviously a bit annoyed at Cora's touch. "How about we play Truth or Dare?" she smiled devilishly.