Chapter 1: A New Start
This story starts off at Harry's first year of Hogwarts. Where he meets his friends Ron and Hermione. I do not own any of these characters, other than the ones I made up.
Harry turned around the corner nervously. He was looking for his dorm room. He wasn't listening to Dumbledore when he gave directions at breakfast this morning. When he turned the corner he found a guy and a girl making out. It was an eleven-year boy like himself. He had red hair and freckles. The girl looked a little older, but Harry wasn't positive at how old she was. She had brown, wavy hair.
When the boy noticed Harry was there, they broke apart.
"Um…sorry." Harry said.
"Its ok mate. I'm Ron." The boy introduced himself. Harry looked to the girl.
"I'm Hermione Granger."
"Nice to meet you both. Say, you wouldn't happen to know where the Gryffindor common room is do you?"
"Yeah, we were just heading up there." Ron said.
"Before you got interrupted?" Harry said with a smirk. Ron nodded. Ron and Harry walked a little bit behind Hermione on the way to the dormitory.
"I tap that." Ron said. Harry laughed.
"You do not. Don't listen to him." Hermione said.
"She's feisty, isn't she?" Ron said. Hermione rolled her eyes. Ron and Harry caught up to Hermione. Ron smacked her butt, and Hermione slapped him.
"Bloody hell. What was that for?" Ron asked.
"You spanked me!" Hermione said. She walked off upset.
"Mental that one." Ron said. Another girl distracted Harry. She had red hair down to her shoulders, and freckles like Ron.
"What are you staring at?" Ron asked when Harry stopped moving altogether.
"Her. Girl with the red hair and freckles. She's hot. Ever tapped her?" Harry asked.
"Uh…no! That's my sister." Ron said disgusted.
"Oh…sorry man." Harry said quickly. "Wait what year is she?"
"A first year like us. Me and her are fraternal twins."
"Oh." Harry said with an apologetic smile. "I never did introduce myself. I'm-"
"Harry Potter." Ron finished for him. Harry gave a look of confusion. "You're famous. Everyone knows who you are."
Harry shrugged.
Later that day, after lunch they had one class: Charms. Harry sat between Ron and Hermione. The charms teacher walked in through the doors.
"Hello students." The teacher said.
"Hello." The class said in unison.
"Now we should all introduce each other. We'll start with you Mr. Strawberry Short-Cake."
The class burst out laughing.
"I'm Ron Weasley. And ladies my number is 555-sexy." Harry chuckled while Hermione rolled her eyes. Some of the other girls rolled their eyes, and others giggled.
"I'm Harry Potter."
There was complete silence. Everyone watched Harry intently. Harry could feel some of the girls undressing him with their eyes, and a couple of guys. One of which was Neville Longbottom. A little shy, brown haired dork. He couldn't help being a dork. He was just so easy to make fun of.
"I'm Hermione Granger." Hermione moved on. After everyone had finished introducing himself or herself, the charms teacher allowed people to ask questions. Ron raised his hand.
"Yes, Mr. Weasley?"
"Is there a spell to lets say… take off girl's clothes?"
Hermione gave Ron a look, and Ron gave her a naughty grin. Harry laughed in silence.
"How could you ask such a thing?"
"You didn't answer my question."
The teacher thought for a moment. "Yes. I do believe someone has made a spell like that."
"Who?" Hermione asked offended.
"Fred and George Weasley."
Ron and Harry laughed at the irony. Who else but the masters of pranks, Ron's brothers.
"Hey Hermione want to practice some spells later? You know, make some magic." Ron said seductively.
"No."
Ron was now irritated.
"Why are playing hard to get?" Ron asked.
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are. You're the biggest tease I've ever met."
"Kiss my ass!"
Ron raised his eyebrows in a naughty way. "Gladly."
"You are such a pig."
At this point everyone was watching them fight. It was like reality TV without the TV. Harry slipped lower in his seat wishing he hadn't sat between them.
"You weren't saying that earlier." Ron said. Hermione glared at him. "Oh Ron. Uh…uh…Ron." Ron mocked. The whole class was laughing, excluding Hermione and the teacher.
"Come one now." The teacher said, but no one was listening to him.
"You know what?" Hermione said.
"What?" Ron replied.
"Blow it out your ass!"
And with that, Hermione walked out of the class with steam almost coming out of her ears. People's mouths dropped. Ron relaxed in his seat and looked to Harry.
"She digs me."
Next was Potions. This time Hermione sat a row behind Harry and Ron. She sat directly behind Harry. That's when Draco walked in. He had his blonde hair streaked back with gel, and he walked like he was the greatest thing since sliced bread. He made his way towards Hermione and sat next to her.
"Hey."
All the girls melted when he spoke, but Hermione wasn't falling for his gross charm. Hermione rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the teacher.
"That's ok. I like a challenge." Draco whispered to Hermione. Ron glared at Draco.
"Hello class." Professor Snape said without any enthusiasm. A girl walked through the door, interrupting Snape. She handed him a note. Harry was drawn to her. He just felt a sudden attraction to her. Her dirty blonde hair bounced as she walked to her seat next to Harry. She had a twinkle in her sea-green eyes. Harry noticed she smelled like lavender (not the character, the other lavender). She turned and smiled at Harry, and Harry smiled back.
"Hi, I'm Samantha." She said sweetly.
"I'm Harry Potter."
"I know." She giggled.
After class Harry pulled Samantha over.
"Hey, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out sometime."
Samantha paused. "Sure."
The two of them walked off together. Then realizing what had just happened, a single tear ran down Neville's face as he held a black dead rose. His only true love was in love with someone else.
"Get to class you little freak." Snape said. Neville ran the opposite direction. Snape stood in the hallway. All of a sudden the Halleluiah chorus started and an angel appeared before Snape's eyes.
"Not you."
The angel came down and chased Snape down the hall.
"Meredith, go away!"
When Snape was in his early twenties, a girl named Meredith had loved him. Snape did not love her back, but Meredith still tried and tried to be with him. She then died in a car crash. So after she died, every so often she would come from heaven to kiss Snape.
Finally Meredith caught up to Snape and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Author's Note: Should I continue this story? I want to know if people think I should. If I get enough yes's I will. So if you want me to continue, please let me know. Oh, and does anyone know the charm's teacher's name. I forgot it.
