Disclaimer: I don't own anything except Siren, she's my character, and this pathetic excuse for a plot. J.K. Rowling, wonderful woman that she is owns everything.
A/N: I've had this idea in my head for awhile, but never really got around to writing it. Let me know what you think. I need a beta. Anyone interested please let me know.
Pairing: Harry/Draco (eventually); Siren/Seamus (eventually); mention of Ron/Hermione
Rating: R for later chapters, but right now I'd say PG13ish.
Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived-and-didn't-really-give-a-fuck, walked dejectedly up the stairs to the Fat Lady's portrait. He was exhausted after yet another day of dealing with Snape in Potions, Binns in History of Magic, and constantly trying to keep himself and Ron from killing Malfoy. The blond, self-appointed ass of the school had done nothing but torment them all day.
"Cornucopia," he sighed, as he brushed his ebon hair from his tired eyes.
The portrait swung open quietly, and Harry made his way into the softly lit common room. Hermione and Ron were in the astronomy tower-doing god only knows what to each other. The trio was in their sixth year at Hogwarts, and it was almost Halloween. Harry smiled at the thought of his two best friends snogging up in the Tower. They'd gotten together over the summer, finally. Harry had slipped them a truth potion that made them admit their feelings, and ever since they were inseparable.
Slipping past his other friends, he made his way to the stone stairs leading to the boys' dormitories, and stalked up to the Sixth Year's room. 'I need to sleep. Sirius how am I going to survive like this?' Harry dreamt of his godfather often since his death, and cried himself to sleep most nights. He pushed the wooden door open, and entered his room. Pulling a pair of green cotton pajama pants out of his trunk, he changed into them, and went to draw his bed curtains aside. His eyes nearly fell out of his head.
A girl with hair the color of clouds was lying in his bed. He didn't know how she got there, and frankly, he didn't care. He wanted his bed, and he wanted it now. However, before he could open his mouth, the girl turned towards him, and he forgot what he intended to say. Her skin was a light olive color, and wasn't marred by anything so much as a freckle. He gulped, unable to do anything but stare. The girl sighed, and opened her left eye. Tawny gold, like a tiger or panther eye, it shone out from her delicate face. Seeing Harry, she sat up and opened her other eye. This one was silver like mercury.
"Um... excuse me miss, but who... are you??" Harry finally managed to choke out.
The girl smiled. "Are you Harry?" he nodded. "Good I'm in the right place after all. My name is Siren, you can call me Si if you wish."
He was rather taken aback by her straightforward answer, but still didn't understand what she was doing in his bed. So he did the only thing he could... he asked.
Her laughter echoed around the room, like the sound of a brook. "I'm in your bed for two very good reasons. First, I was very tired and I don't know the others, and secondly," here she paused to look him over, "I'm here because I wanted to meet my brother."
"Y...your... what?" he stammered.
"My brother," she replied.
A/N: I've had this idea in my head for awhile, but never really got around to writing it. Let me know what you think. I need a beta. Anyone interested please let me know.
Pairing: Harry/Draco (eventually); Siren/Seamus (eventually); mention of Ron/Hermione
Rating: R for later chapters, but right now I'd say PG13ish.
Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived-and-didn't-really-give-a-fuck, walked dejectedly up the stairs to the Fat Lady's portrait. He was exhausted after yet another day of dealing with Snape in Potions, Binns in History of Magic, and constantly trying to keep himself and Ron from killing Malfoy. The blond, self-appointed ass of the school had done nothing but torment them all day.
"Cornucopia," he sighed, as he brushed his ebon hair from his tired eyes.
The portrait swung open quietly, and Harry made his way into the softly lit common room. Hermione and Ron were in the astronomy tower-doing god only knows what to each other. The trio was in their sixth year at Hogwarts, and it was almost Halloween. Harry smiled at the thought of his two best friends snogging up in the Tower. They'd gotten together over the summer, finally. Harry had slipped them a truth potion that made them admit their feelings, and ever since they were inseparable.
Slipping past his other friends, he made his way to the stone stairs leading to the boys' dormitories, and stalked up to the Sixth Year's room. 'I need to sleep. Sirius how am I going to survive like this?' Harry dreamt of his godfather often since his death, and cried himself to sleep most nights. He pushed the wooden door open, and entered his room. Pulling a pair of green cotton pajama pants out of his trunk, he changed into them, and went to draw his bed curtains aside. His eyes nearly fell out of his head.
A girl with hair the color of clouds was lying in his bed. He didn't know how she got there, and frankly, he didn't care. He wanted his bed, and he wanted it now. However, before he could open his mouth, the girl turned towards him, and he forgot what he intended to say. Her skin was a light olive color, and wasn't marred by anything so much as a freckle. He gulped, unable to do anything but stare. The girl sighed, and opened her left eye. Tawny gold, like a tiger or panther eye, it shone out from her delicate face. Seeing Harry, she sat up and opened her other eye. This one was silver like mercury.
"Um... excuse me miss, but who... are you??" Harry finally managed to choke out.
The girl smiled. "Are you Harry?" he nodded. "Good I'm in the right place after all. My name is Siren, you can call me Si if you wish."
He was rather taken aback by her straightforward answer, but still didn't understand what she was doing in his bed. So he did the only thing he could... he asked.
Her laughter echoed around the room, like the sound of a brook. "I'm in your bed for two very good reasons. First, I was very tired and I don't know the others, and secondly," here she paused to look him over, "I'm here because I wanted to meet my brother."
"Y...your... what?" he stammered.
"My brother," she replied.
