Disclaimer: I really, really, really wish I own harry potter. For one, I'd be rich.

Thanks for sticking around to chapter 2

The second day of Hogwarts started awfully for the Gryffindor boys. Fred Weasley, the one responsible for waking up the entire dorm, overslept, obviously still accustomed to his holiday sleeping patterns.

After collecting their timetables and noticing the boy's absence, Lydia suggested going to check their dormitory, "What if they all died inside? There's no reason why all four of them aren't here? And it's breakfast! Rhett won't miss food even if his live depended on it."

After mulling over that point, Lydia, Clarisse and Tabitha went to wake them up as Macey and Samantha, both preferring their food than the plight of their friends, stayed longer for their breakfast

"Maybe they overslept."

"Got locked inside the dorm?"

"They're wizards! They can just alohomora themselves out." They were discussing the possibilities of why they failed to show up for breakfast, and each guess was worst then the next.

"Maybe they went to the kitchens for food instead."

"Why would they walk more floors down when the Great Hall is nearer? The four lazy butts wouldn't do that." Tabitha pointed out. "Never tickle a sleeping dragon." She recited to the Fat Lady who swung open as they climbed in to their common room and headed straight to the boy's staircase.

"Boys?" Clarisse called as she knocked on the door. "Spencer! James? Are you guys inside?" Tabitha squeezed past the girls and opened the door, too impatient for formality as the others followed.

"I can't believe it, they're still sleeping!" Tabitha walked over to Freddie's bed and shook him awake. He snorted loudly before opening his eyes, squeezing them shut when he saw Tabitha and opening them again.

"Am I dreaming?" He murmured as the girls laughed.

"No, you're late." Tabitha corrected. Freddie paused in mid yawn and his eyes bulged open.

"Shit!" He jumped out of bed, letting all five girls see him clad in only his boxers as he ran to the bathroom. "Boys, wake up—we're late!" He yelled through a mouth full of toothpaste. Lydia nudged Spencer gently as he stirred awake as Clarisse and Lydia went to wake James and Rhett.

"James, get up!" Clarisse said for the third time, poking him repeatedly. James did not even flinch.

"You have to be much harder than that," Rhett said sleepily, his voice lower than usual. He walked over and pulled the sheets off his bed, exposing his bare top body.

Lydia raised an eyebrow at his Quidditch tone abs and blushed, as Clarisse laughed and covered her far too innocent friend's eyes. Rhett smacked his friend in the stomach loudly but James merely stirred.

"We're going to be late!" Rhett said, and James moaned again and turned to his side, falling back to sleep.

"Cold," He murmured, as Clarisse laughed.

"You need to get up." Clarisse said as Spencer walked past in his boxers as well, a struggling Macey on his shoulder in a firearm carry.

"Clary?" He turned around groggily, eyebrows knitted together as he spotted his childhood friend perched on the side of his bed. "What are you doing here?" He yawned and stretched, rubbing his eyes.

"You're going to be late! Freddie overslept."

"What!" James groaned and sat up, sighing. "On the first bloody day, Freddie?!" He got out of bed quickly and ran to the bathroom, grabbing his uniform on the way.

"I'm sorry! My mind is still in the holiday mood!" Freddie whined, dressing himself hastily as Rhett moaned about the lack of food in his stomach.

Lydia handed him a wrap and he looked as though he would kiss her.

"You're an absolute darling!" Rhett cheered, wolfing down the wrap as Spencer fell flat on his face when he tried to put on his pants and shirt simultaneously.

"First class starts in ten minutes." Tabitha warned, glancing at her watch as she held out four slips of papers. "We got your timetables here. Hurry!"

One by one, the slips of paper got taken from Tabitha's hand and the seventh years rush down to their first class, Defense Against The Dark Arts.

The bell rang just ask Clarisse opened the door to their classroom, and the rest of the Gryffindors paused behind Professor Hanson, who was always strict on punctuality and did not let latecomers in to class.

"Sorry." Lydia squeaked, and Freddie squeezed in.

"My fault, professor," The redhead said, raising his hand above the petite girl in front of him. "I overslept, and the girls had to wake us up…" he trailed off seeing his professor less than impressed look.

"I'll be lenient because it is the first day." He said, beckoning for them to come in. Lydia heaved a huge sigh of relief and took a seat in the first row. James and Rhett went straight to the back, as Clarisse joined Macey at a table in the center. The rest filled up seats the Ravenclaws left open, and Celeste Skeeter began shooting furtive glances at James, who pretended not to notice but shot Freddie a satisfied smirk, which made Paloma Irwin sigh.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of classes. James, Freddie, Spencer and Rhett were thankful that being a sixth year meant they did not have a packed timetable cause they no longer took all the classes offered, and had time to go to the kitchens for food. Slughorn turned down Clarisse's request to take advanced Potions, something she was not sure was a good or bad thing.

"Lydia!" She turned around at the sound of her name begin called, and saw Robbie Falone grin before running up to her. "Hey," He waved her Arthimancy book. "You left something behind in class."

"Oh!" Lydia said, reaching up to grab her book, but Robbie grinned as he stretched his hand, making it out of reach for Lydia. She raised her eyebrow.

"Are you making fun of my height?" Lydia narrowed her eyes, trying her best to look menacing but Robbie merely laughed.

"Not at all, just wondering how I'll be repaid for my service."

"Repaid?" Lydia blinked. Robbie tapped his cheek, chuckling as Lydia blushed heavily. "Are you flirting with me?"

"Yes." Robbie said truthfully, making Lydia speechless.

"Oh." She said. They stood there in silence, Lydia trying to process her thoughts and Robbie watching her process her thoughts—mouth twitching ever few seconds—amusedly.

"Lyyyyydia!" Samantha Brynn appeared in the hallway, making Lydia jump. She ran towards the two, grabbing Lydia by the elbow. "Let's go for dinner!" She sang excitedly, pulling her towards the Great Hall.

"Wait!" She turned around, facing Robbie as she dug through her bag and pulled out her own Arthimancy book. She held it out for Robbie to see, giggling as he looked at her confusedly before flipping through it to see who it actually belonged to.

"Brandon Belby?"

"Guess Belby owes you a kiss of repayment." Lydia grinned, turning around to catch up with Samantha.

Break

Macey Whithers sat perched on her bed, unable to make up her mind between two outfits when the door burst open. Tabitha Arcadi, her dearest and most annoying friend stomped in.

"What's got your wand in a knot?" Macey asked as Tabitha flopped on to Macey's bed, groaning.

"Who in the holy hell decided that it is alright for a guy to breathe in my personal space and call my tits hot?!" Tabitha yelled, her words muffled as her head was pressed against a pillow.

"Uh, oh." Macey uttered. Tabby was a big feminist, and when boys used such words, Tabitha kicks up a fuss. A big fuss. "Which idiot was it?"

"Some Slytherin douche." Tabitha growled, turning around and scowling at the ceiling decorated with gingerbread man stickers, courtesy to Lydia and Samantha during last Christmas. "Why do boys constantly have to be so rude? And why do some girls put up with it?" Tabitha asked, talking to herself.

Macey pondered over that question. It was no hidden fact that Macey flirted. A lot. She used her beauty to her advantage, but maybe Tabitha was right, maybe it has gotten to the point, where it was almost as though she was not respecting herself. People, many people, have called Macey Whithers hot and used other descriptive terms for her … body parts, but not once has anyone called her beautiful.

"You're right, Tabs, boys need to stop being so rude, especially to girls."

"Does that mean you'll stop shagging every boy around?" Tabitha asked, the sentimental moment gone as Macey laughed and attacked her friend with pillows.

"I don't shag around! I flirt!"

The end of the first week of school brought along the try outs for Gryffindor's Quidditch team. Clarisse, James, Freddie and Samantha, despite being on the team last year, still had to go for try outs, and Spencer and Rhett decided to tag along and watch because they had nothing else to do. However, upon arrival, the two Gryffindor boys quickly ran back in to the castle.

"Alright! I know the conditions are not satisfactory, but I want everyone to know we could very well be playing under this conditions in a match, so if you can fly in such bad weather and still perform, you definitely earn a spot on this team!" Bethanie shouted over the howling wind and heavy rain. "Alright everyone! Twenty laps now!" Without another word, Clarisse left her broom before joining Samantha, who was making everyone eat dirt by sprinting in front of the pack.

Twenty long laps later, Bethanie had those trying out for chaser to go against herself, the keeper. James and Clarisse flew up in the air as Freddie and Samantha, who were trying for beater, stayed on the ground. Clarisse managed to get seven out of ten goals while James scored a whooping nine. Out of the other four people trying out, only fourth year Scott Bowen shined with a score of eight, and Shaun Thomas with a score of eight, the rest had five or six goals in.

Beater try outs were next, and even with the heavy rain and cold, Samantha and Freddie out shined everyone, having worked together previously, their teamwork was excellent and it was no competition for the role of beaters, even Freddie did not work as well as with his sister Roxanne.

Lastly was the seeker and reserve keeper tryouts, and second year Edison Knox blew everyone away by catching the snitch in a few seconds.

"Alright! I'll be revealing the names of the team and the reserves in a while, thanks for coming out today, everyone better hurry in cause the thunderstorm's coming!" Bethanie shouted, and the Gryffindors trudged back to the castle.

"I think we'll make the team!" Samantha said enthusiastically, grinning at her three muddy friends.

"I sure hope we do, and not go through that all for nothing." James said, wringing the water out of his robes and a quick drying spell for the four of them.

"We'll get in, we've been in the team before, Bethanie would want the familiar players in." Freddie pointed out as Samantha looked at the pitch longingly.

"Easy for you to say, I only got seven goals in today, that new Bowen kid and Shaun Thomas got more goals in than me." Clarisse tried not to sulk, although Quidditch was extremely tiring, she loves the sport, and really hope she made the team this year.

"The weather today is atrocious, I'm sure Bethanie will take that in account, plus, she's seen you taken a buldger in a shoulder and still score fifty points, you'll be on the team." James winked, making Clarisse smile. Samantha suddenly mounted her broom, making the other three stare at her.

"What are you doing, Sam?" Freddie asked cautiously, aware of her spontaneous adventures.

"I haven't got enough flying in me yet." Was her reply before she zoomed off. Freddie followed her after a second, yelling that there was now thunder and it was dangerous.

"They make a good pair." Clarisse remarked, running a hand through her poofed up hair as James nodded, watching their silhouettes dart about the dark skies.

"Devon! Fleet!" Clarisse shouted when she saw the twins, who paused on their way to class and turned.

"Hello sister dear," Fleet grinned as Clarisse ruffled Devon's hair, "to what do we owe this pleasure?"

"Mum tells me to tell you two devils to write back, she said you two always forget to." She punched Fleet lightly on the shoulder, putting on a stern front. "You know how much Mum misses us, don't get too caught up and 'forget where you came from'." She quoted her dad, making the twins laugh.

"Okay, okay, we'll write." Devon said reluctantly.

"Don't forget to update her about your new girlfriend." Clarisse joked, making Devon blush and splutter.

"Chelsea's not my girlfriend!" He whined, referring to Chelsea Francheschi, a Hufflepuff girl in their year who, according to Fleet, has a crush on dear little Devon.

"Whatever you say little bro," Clarisse chuckled, before shoving them in the direction where they came from. "Now get going! Don't be late for class." The two of them scurried off to join Hugo Weasley, and Clarisse turned around to get back to the common room. She had a free period, because she no longer took History of Magic, and was planning to use the time to finish the essay needed for Herbology, so she would not have to panic during the weekends.

"Clarisse!" Callum Fallone called out to her as she was about to begin her last flight of steps to the common room, and she paused, waiting for him to catch up.

"Hi, Callum." She greeted as the pair began the walk back to their common room.

"Free period?" Callum asked, and she nodded.

"I couldn't stand taking Binns for another two years." She explained, as Callum made a sympathetic face as he nodded.

"He's kind of boring sometimes. Okay, all the time." He added when Clarisse made a face. "Anyways, I saw you flying the other day, for Quidditch tryouts."

"Oh, you did? It was raining so heavily I didn't notice anyone in the stands."

"That is because I was watching from my Heads' room, it provides a rather good view of the Quidditch Pitch." Callum explained. "I hope you get on the team again."

"Thank you, I hope I make it again." Clarisse said, smiling politely. She was thankful when they reached the portrait hole, for they had exhausted their conversation topics and an awkward silence had fallen upon them. Just when she was about to give the password to The Fat Lady, Callum called out her name again.

"Er, there's going to be a hogsmeade trip coming soon, on Halloween, and I was just wondering if you would wanna go? Go, with .. me?" Callum shoved his hands in to his pants pockets, rocking on the balls of his feet awkwardly as Clarisse blinked.

Oh.

Oh.

"Um, um, sure. I think. Yea, I, I don't mind." Clarisse felt regret pop in to her mind the moment she agreed, but Callum smiled so widely her lips tugged in to a small smile of her own.

"Great! That's great." He turned to The Fat Lady, who gave him a thumbs up, and gave her the password. Clarisse heaved a huge sigh of relief when she spotted James and Spencer sitting by the fireplace and all but dashed to sit next to them.

"Woah, someone's happy to see me." Spencer chuckled, as Clarisse sighed, biting her lip.

"Is something wrong?" James asked, noticing her expression.

"I kind of just agreed to go to Hogsmeade with Callum."

"Falone?" James asked, dropping his quill as he stared at the girl in front of him.

"Is there any other Callum we know that might be interested in me?" Clarisse huffed, swatting her hair out of her hair frustratedly.

"Falone is interested in you?" James repeated, and Clarisse shrugged.

"Well, he did just ask me out to Hogsmeade." She sighed, frowning. "Am I making a mistake? You guys say he's boring, even Rhett doesn't like him! And he never pays attention to people, and well the girls like him, but only cause he's hot and what not."

"We're just messing around, Clary," Spencer said, poking his fellow prefect with his quill, "If you like him, then go ahead! But.."

"But?" Clarisse pressed them for answers.

"He kind of has a flat nose."

"Oh, not you too!"

CHASERS

JAMES POTTER

SCOTT BOWEN

CLARISSE ATTWOOD

BEATERS

SAMANTHA BRYNN

FREDERICK WEASLEY

SEEKER

EDISON KNOX

CAPTAIN/KEEPER

BETHANIE WOOD

Reserves

Hugo Weasley (keeper)

Shaun Thomas and Isaac Longbottom (Chaser)

Roxanne Weasley (beater)

A group of people crowded around immediately after Bethanie pinned the notice on the board, and Clarisse squeezed her way through the Gryffindors to see if she got what she wanted.

"I made the team!" She shrieked happily, jumping up and down as Samantha tackled Freddie in to a hug. " I did it! I got the team!" Clarisse appeared before James, short on breath and cheeks flushed with excitement. James scanned the list before grinning at her, pulling Clarisse in to a hug as she laughed in his ear happily. "I made the team again." She repeated quietly, looking down and smiling to herself. James laughed at her excitement as Bethanie slung an arm her two chasers.

"Happy, you two?" Bethanie asked, as Clarisse squealed and gave her captain a giant bear hug. Felicity Hart, who did not get in, threw them a filthy glare.

"Why did you let me in, Beth? I mean I'm happy you did but, I got a lower number of goals in than Shaun."

"See? This is the reason why, you constantly seeking for critisim to improve, you're humble, Shaun Thomas is too cocky for his own good, he can't work with all of us." Bethanie explained.

"Well, in that case, thank merlin he's such a prick."

Dear Mum and Dad,

Guess who is in the Quidditch team again! I'm so excited! I was pretty gutted because I screwed up during tryouts, but thank god Bethanie Wood for being such a gem, and letting me on the team because we played together before and she "recognizes my true potential" and what not.

School has been bearable, with the lesser lessons (hahaha alliteration) it's been manageable, but the seventh years say it's just the calm before the storm. Can you here me gulping? Because I am, gulping. Don't disown me when I score all Ts for the end of year exams remember how much you love your one and only daughter

Oh, Sam's bugging me to go on another adventure down to the kitchens, I'll write you guys soon!

Love and missing you old folks,

Clary

P.S. I told the two nuggets to write back and they promised they would, bug Devon more about Chelsea will ya? It's hilarious to see him so bothered.

"Alright Sam, wait up!" Clarisse grabbed her letter and chased after her jittery friend.

"Can we make a detour to the owlery to send my letter?" Clarisse asked as they descended the stairs.

"Sure! Why not, we can get some food to go and eat them while we walk." Samantha said, smiling happily at the thought as Clarisse nodded.

"Where are you two ladies going at this time of the night?" Freddie asked when he saw them exit from the girl's staircase.

"On an adventure!" Samantha yelled, running out of the common room happily.

"The kitchens." Clarisse clarified with a laugh as Freddie quickly got up and followed them with a grin.

"Late night adventures are my kind of thing." He said, despite the fact that it was eight pm and the night was far from being late.

"Looks like we got ourselves a new conqueror." Samantha grinned running down the halls excitedly as Freddie grinned. "Race you to the kitchens!" The two of them took off without another word, leaving Clarisse staring at their retreating backs, shaking her head in amusement.

"Looks like Samantha won't be needing my company." Clarisse mumbled to herself, changing her direction to walk towards the owlery. When she arrived, Clarisse saw her brother, but he was not alone. He stood next to Isabelle Knox, a Hufflepuff in his year. Bennett was leaning with an elbow resting on the window, Isabelle tucked by his side as they chatted. Clarisse did not know whether to continue walking in to the owlery and interrupt the lovebirds or stay there and .. spy on her brother and his girl friend/ girlfriend.

"Hey." Clarisse said, Isabelle Knox jumped so high in the air she reached Bennett's height, and he chuckled and merely edged nearer to her.

"Hello sister dear." He winked, "This is Isabelle, my girlfriend." Two pairs of eyes snapped to him.

"Girlfriend?" Isabelle echoed, and Bennett smirked while snaking his arm round her wiast.

"Girlfriend." He confirmed, nodding. Isabelle's smile was so big Clarisse felt pain for her cheeks. Isabelle buried her face in to Bennett's chest before he pulled her away, winking at his sister.

"My brother's got game." Clarisse whispered, shaking her head, really wishing she had an extra quill so she could add a P.P.S. on to her letter home.

"Two slices of chocolate cake, for mister and missus." Dixie the house elf chirped, bowing down as she reminded them to call for her should they need help.

"Thanks Dixie!" The pair of Gryffindors called out in unison before Samantha attacked a slice excitedly.

"So, how are classes treating you?" Freddie asked between bites, watching Samantha bounce her leg excitedly.

"They're treating me alright, there's more practical for most of the lessons, so yayy." Samantha grinned, playing with her half eaten cake.

"Are you going to finish that?" Freddie asked, and Samantha frowned down at the cake.

"I suddenly don't feel like eating it." Samantha frowned, she had Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, otherwise known as ADHD, and it often made her jump off the walls in excitement, unable to focus in class, and leaving her friends to be alone, to just run, because she felt trapped. It was something she always felt ashamed about, and never told any of her friends.

Freddie's fork suddenly whacked against Samantha's, and she laughed before fighting back with gusto. Whenever Samantha felt like running away, she would without a second thought, but when she was spending time with Freddie, she did not have the urge to run. It comforted her. He comforted her.

She met Freddie on the Hogwarts Express six years ago, a scared Muggleborn unsure of what all this meant, but very, very excited. His enthusiasm level was almost on the same level of hers back then, and they became fast friends when he stuck his head out of the train window because it felt nice, and when she did so, it had very nice, with the wind in her hair and both of them laughing at nothing.

In the past six years, the pair of them grew extremely close, but as of the end of last year, Freddie saw Samantha as more than a simple friend, he found himself smiling more than usual at her antics, seeking her out to spend more time as possible, and actually imagining what it'll feel like to hold her hand, and kiss those lips of hers.

"Ahah!" Samantha said as she smacked his fork down on the table with hers. "I win!"