Me or Her: Part 2
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Note: I'm so sorry for the length between the last chapter and this one, I wish I had a non-cliche answer for the delay, but its just exams and usual stuff, I promise I'll try to update soon.
[[Fleur's P.O.V]]
The train whistle goes and these English people rush around us on the platform boarding the train. I can barely hear Gabrielle's "I'm going to miss you so much Fleur" even though she is speaking right by my ear as I hug her tightly.
"I'll miss you too Gabrielle. I need you to promise me you'll be more careful of people, now that I'm not here to protect you, someone might try something with you so look after yourself now, d'accord?" She nods. Merde. Please don't cry Gabrielle, seeing those tears in your eyes are making my own water. But I refuse to cry. Ever.
"Fleur!" Pulling away from my sister, I turn and see Jacquelyn panting slightly a few feet away from me. As she approaches me, I can feel Gabrielle slipping away from me. I let her go whilst smiling slightly; my sister has so much tact for her age. J is standing in front of me looking uneasy so I figured that I'm going to have to be the first to speak.
"And what brings you here" She winces slightly at my cold tone and I can't help feeling slightly guilty for treating her this way.
"Je suis très très désole, Fleur. I realised that the other week in your room, I said things that I really shouldn't have and you have no idea how much I regret saying all those things. It's just, Fleur, I was really surprised and hurt that you're leaving and I suppose I just didn't know how to show it properly." Stepping forward, I hug her tightly. She always rambles whenever she gets emotional.
"Son amende Jacquelyn." We pull away from each other and I tuck some of her long black hair behind her ear. "You've been mon amie meilleure for Merlin knows how long. I know you didn't mean it, in fact, I've forgotten what had happened already." She's smiling at me and I smile back.
"Oh I nearly forgot," Reaching into her jean pocket, she pulls out a silver locket and places it in my hand. "I've got one exactly the same, see?" She pulls back her collar briefly so I could catch a flash of her golden locket. "Not only is this a reminder that you shall not be having any other Asian best friends, but I also put a charm on it. If you ever need to talk to me urgently, just open it, point your wand at the centre and say 'Jacquelyn'. My one will heat slightly so I'll know you want me, and then when I open mine, we'll be able to speak, d'accord?"
"Oui, merci J. Where did you learn this charm?"
"Sebastien taught me. He came across this when he was trying to find a charm that will alert him if Allyson is in danger or something"
"That's sweet of your brother." She rolls her eyes.
"You know, I have a feeling Sebastien is actually going to propose to her soon." As I open my mouth to tell her how great that is, the shrill train whistle goes off again.
"Jacquelyn, could you look after Gabrielle for me now, I'm so worried about her" She nods vigorously.
"Of course I will. She's like my very own little sister; I won't let anything happen to her."
"Merci, I just don't want her to end up like me"
"Hmm? What do you mean?" You've said too much Fleur.
"Don't worry about it. I best get on the train now" We hug again.
"I'm going to miss you so much Fleur."
"Me too J. Take care; I'll see you at Christmas oui?"
"Oui, see you in no time"
We let go and I look at her one last time before I step onto the train. Looking around, I realise I'm at the very front of the train. Even though I was one of the last few people to get on, there are less people in this part of the train and I'm glad, I don't think I could stand their stares and whispers right now. Swiftly, I enter an empty compartment and close the door behind me. As I'm sitting down, the train begins to move. Looking out of the window I can see the progressively smaller Jacquelyn and Gabrielle waving goodbye. As I wave back to the two most important people in my life, I can't help slightly regretting doing this. Maybe, I've acted too rashly and I should have stayed in France - my friends, my life is there. Perhaps it's not too late; I might still be able to-.
"What are you talking about? There is one right here" I was slightly startled by the voice coming from outside of my compartment. I couldn't quite hear what the other person replied, but the next thing I heard was, "don't be silly Neville, it'll be fine" and my door was being slid open.
"Excuse me, do you mind if we join you…" Auburn straight hair, bright blue eyes, tall and cute. Well, what do we have here?
"Non, ça ne me dérange pas" She gives me a 'what-the-fuck' look.
"Err, pardon?"
"Ah sorry, I forget. I said I don't mind" I couldn't resist flashing her one of my endearing smiles.
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[[Ginny's P.O.V]]
Ah, damn this Weasley blush for giving me away. Stop staring at her Gin, it's just Fleur Delacour. You've seen her throughout the whole of last year remember? Only you've never seen her this close, enough to notice how perfect her skin is, how the way the light reflects off of her blonde hair and the depth of her intense blue eyes and-
"Fleur? What are you doing here?" Her gaze leaves me and goes to someone behind me. Trying to ignore the feeling of longing for those eyes to be back on me, I smoothly throw my trunk onto the luggage rack on top and sits directly opposite Fleur.
"Bonjour 'Arry, nice to see you again" Harry too throws his luggage beside mine and sits next to me.
"Yeah, it's great to see you too. But why am I seeing you here?" She's smiling. And what a bright beautiful smile it is.
"I feel I still have more to learn before I take up a profession. And as much as I love Beaubaxtons; I think 'Ogwarts 'as a lot more to offer in terms of education."
"Oh right, so what kind of jobs are you thinking of then?" If I hadn't been staring and taking in her every word, I wouldn't have noticed the way her smile slipped fractionally at Harry's question. Hmm.
"Even though I 'ave been presented with a few different career options, I 'ave yet to decide on any in particular" She glances at Neville. "Excuse-moi, would you like to sit by me? You look rather uncomfortable there and there is plenty of room here." I leant forward slightly so I could look at Neville who was on the other side of Harry, and he did look rather crushed in the little gap between Harry and the wall beside the door.
"Well, I err, you, umm-" He's turning progressively more and more like a tomato, I'd better help him out.
"Tell you what Neville, I'll sit on that side, so then Harry can shuffle up and you'll both have more space" I am purely helping a friend, no other intentions like wanting to sit beside this gorgeous girl in front of me, of course. Neville nods and nervously smiles his thanks. Deliberately, I sit so our thighs and shoulders were touching, I'm far too close and invading her personal space. As I glance to my left to see what her reaction is, I'm hit by this scent. I don't know what perfume she's using but Merlin's socks, it smells absolutely amazing.
"You smell really nice" Fuck, I sound like a weirdo. She's looking at me with a raised eyebrow, obviously amused. "I meant to ask as in, it's great, what is it?"
"Merci et it's a French muggle brand, called Chloé." Muggle brand? Hmm, I'll have to ask Dad sometime. She's twisting so she's facing me some more, "You know mademoiselle, I still don't 'ave a name to go with your pretty face" Fuck, don't start blushing again Gin. In the back of my mind, I notice how Harry coughs awkwardly and quickly starts a conversation with Neville. It's okay, be suave. Just say 'Ginny'. No actually, say 'Gin'. No that won't do. How about 'Ginerva'. Nah too formal, you need to play it cool…
"Either Miss Weasley or Sexy, until I think you've earned to know my name" I'm giving her this flirty smile that I used to give Hannah. Briefly she looks genuinely impressed and surprised before she masked it with a flirty smile of her own. Quickly, I drop my own one, it's nothing compared to hers and I don't want to embarrass myself any more than I already have. The door suddenly opens and all four of us turn our heads to see who it was.
"Mate, you would not believe who Slytherins' prefects are this year" Ron rolls his eyes at Harry and then glances at the rest of us. No surprise that when his eyes landed on Fleur, his mouth fell open and his eyes glazed over a bit. Merlin, how I wish at this moment that he is not my brother and I am not related to that gaping troll.
"Ron what is it?" Behind Ronald, Hermione pushes him into the compartment so she could see why the conversation stopped. Sweeping her eyes, she too stops at Fleur's. Her brows immediately furrowed and I could practically hear the questions flying through her mind. Fleur and Hermione are having this staring contest, while the rest of us are sitting through the uncomfortable silence. Merlin, say something Gin.
"So Ron, who are the prefects for Slytherins then?" Even though he's still staring rather absent-mindedly at Fleur, he comes out of it enough to sit next to Neville, so Hermione could sit next to me.
"Oh yeah, Slytherins" he's clearing his throat rather unnecessarily, and when he spoke again it was in a much deeper, 'manly' voice. "Slytherins' prefects are Malfoy, unfortunately, and Pansy Parkinson" I don't like the way his eyes have yet to leave Fleur. Before I could think of a hex I could give him, Harry pipes up.
"How did Malfoy become a prefect? If Crabbe and Goyle combined, then they would be miles and miles smarter than him" he shook his head, "what about the other houses then?"
"All the others are quite nice actually," it was Herm who spoke, seeing as Ron was incapable to anymore. "From Ravenclaw, there is Anthony Goldstein and Padma Patil."
"And Hufflepuff?"
"Ernie Macmillan and-" Out of the corner of my eye I can see Hermione quickly glancing at me, "and Hannah Abbott." Harry nods, seemingly happy with whose the other houses' prefects are.
"Umm guys, I think we should get changed soon," I could barely hear Neville's mumble. As Hermione ushers Ron out, seeing as Harry and Neville jumped out swiftly, both saying something about finding another spare compartment to change in, so I stood up to get my trunk down.
"Aren't you getting changed, Fleur?" She's still sitting there with a sexy smirk on her face.
"Not yet. And I do believe I am at a disadvantage, you know my name but I do not yet know yours." She's leaning forwards and reaches up to grab my collar to pull me down so she could whisper directly in my ear. "You know Miss Weasley, I am always the one to set the rules. So until, I find out what your name is, you shall call me Mademoiselle Delacour or Mademoiselle tout court." Fuck, she is so hot. Just as I nod, Hermione clears her throat behind me. Fleur lets go of my collar and pushes my chest so I stumble a bit backwards. As she stands up, she says to me,
"I will go for a walk around the train, but I shall be back in a while" Hermione steps out of the way so Fleur can walk past. She steps out of the compartment then turns around, ignoring Herm and looking straight at me. "Try not to miss me too much. À tout à l'heure, sexy." And there is the killer wink to go with it. Sugar Honey Iced Tea. I collapse backwards onto the seat as Hermione slams the door shut. She's turning to look at me, with her arms crossed, and obviously not pleased.
"What is going on? What is she doing here, why didn't you tell me, what did she say to you, and why is she saying that to you-"
"Okay okay, calm down Herm" I sit up properly and pat the spot beside me. She sighs and then joins me while rubbing the bridge of her nose. I just don't understand what the big fuss is.
"We didn't know she was here. Harry and I were trying to find a compartment and found Neville just standing outside. I asked him why he wasn't in a compartment and he said something like not wanting to disturb anyone so I told him it'll be fine. I slid open the door and found her here alone."
"But why is she here?"
"She said it's because Hogwarts has better education apparently, she wants to be fully qualified and prepared before she goes for a job" I smile; Merlin, Fleur is beautiful and intelligent.
"Wipe that love-sick expression off your face, you look like Ron" I immediately scowl at her, but decide against saying anything back for once.
"You know French, Herm, what does l'ange mean?" She raises an eyebrow.
"It means the angel. Why?" I blush; Fleur wants me to call her angel.
"Oh you know, just wondering-"
"Ginerva Molly Weasley" I flinch. I hate it when she does that, the accuracy of her imitation is uncanny.
"Merlin, could you stop doing that," damn her, she looks so pleased with herself, I'll have to get her back soon.
"If you actually answer my questions, then I wouldn't need to say that then, would I" Such a control-freak. Rolling my eyes, I give her an extremely brief summary of the flirty talk between Fleur and me. Herm didn't say a word during or afterwards. She looks, I don't know, angry really.
"Herm, what's up?"
"She has no right to say anything of those things to you," her voice sounds like she's just about managing to contain her anger.
"What d'you mean?" She sighs deeply and unclenches the fist I didn't even know she was clenching.
"Nothing Gin, I'll find- I mean, I just overreacted because I didn't like how I didn't know what was going on that's all." Hmm, I nod slowly but I can't help having this feeling, she's keeping her real thoughts from me… No, don't be silly Gin; she's never ever done that to you before. Remember, the whole Krum thing last year, she told you all about it the night she got asked, when everybody else had no clue until the actual ball.
"Come on Ginny let's get changed before the boys come back," She hops up as I nod, more convincingly now. She's not keeping anything from you, stop imagining things already.
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[[Fleur's P.O.V]]
"Anything from the trolley, dear?" Sacre bleu, this old lady with a trolley appeared in front of me from nowhere so quickly; I had to grab the door handle of the compartment beside me to stop from crashing into her. She's looking at me expectantly.
"Non merc-"
"I have Bertie Bott's every flavor beans, Chocolate Frogs, Droobles, Ice Mice, Pumpkin Pasties, Licorice Wands and lots more, what would you like?"
"Umm…"
"I'd get the Bertie Bott's if I were you; you'll probably find everything else too sweet and they last for ages so you could always save them for Hogwarts," Spinning around quickly, all I could catch was long black hair and for a moment my heart raced, thinking it was Jacquelyn playing around with a Scottish accent. But then, my smile froze and fell. Looking more carefully, this girl in front me was far shorter than Jacquelyn and didn't have the reddish highlights or a side fringe that covered one of her eyes, that I was used to seeing. My heart fell, it wasn't J at all.
"Bonjour Cho," I remember her, she was Cedric's girlfriend. I cringe reflexively, the image of Harry clutching Cedric's cold lifeless body came flooding back to me, how could I have forgotten about had what happened…
"Hey Fleur, it's great to see you again," she smiles then looks around me, "Excuse me, she would like a large packet of Bertie Bott's, and could I have a medium packet and also two pumpkin pasties please" Behind me; I can hear the old lady rustling things around on her trolley.
"I'll get this for you Fleur"
"Thank you but I 'ave money on me-" She shakes her head.
"Think of it as a welcoming gift from a friend," Smiling, I tell her my gratitude, while she pays for the sweets, but I fail to see why she would call us friends, I can't remember speaking to her more than ten times at all last year, nevertheless that every time we talked all it was, was a polite brief conversation.
"Do you want to come back to my compartment? It's just my friend and I in there" She hands over the bigger packet of these multicoloured beans to me.
"Merci et oui, I would love to, if you do not mind having me," She laughs politely.
"Of course not, it's just two compartments down," As I follow her, my mind flashes to that cute redhead I was flirting with earlier. I told her I'll be back soon, but I decide against doing so. Not only does she need to know that I set the pace in these games, but it always keeps them eager for the next time they see me when I play hard to get.
"Here we are" Cho opens the door and inside is a reddish-blonde haired girl, similar in age to Cho, staring out of the window. Hearing the door open, she looks over and holds my gaze for half a second before she lazily turns back to the window. She's not ugly, but definitely not pretty either, concluding that she wouldn't be worth my time; I mentally put her into the 'don't bother with' section.
"Marietta, this is Fleur, you know, the Beauxbatons champion last year. Fleur, this is Marietta"
"Bonjour mademoiselle"
"Mm" I raise an eyebrow; some English people are so rude. Cho quickly intervenes.
"Don't worry about her, Fleur. She's just upset because this guy called Michael Corner isn't interested in her" Marietta turns around angrily.
"And why is that? I am so much better than that little tomboy ginger brat. I can actually afford real clothes and she's only popular and people like her because she's the sister of Harry Potter's best friend," She shuffles up slightly so Cho could sit next to her, "if he wants to go after that little bitch, then he can do whatever he wants. I don't care" I stop myself from laughing just in time. Yep, she obviously doesn't care what he does at all. "Besides, she's a dyke anyways; I've seen her flirting with that nervous blonde girl from Hufflepuff. So if he doesn't want a real woman like me and wastes his time on that lesbian, then fine. I hope she laughs in his face and rip his heart out, because that's totally what he deserves."
She turns away and looks out the window again, evidently done bitching about 'that little tomboy ginger brat'. As I sit down opposite Cho, there is no doubt in my mind that she was talking about the same redhead I met. She was indeed with Harry Potter, and I recognised that other disgusting drooling red-haired boy, as Harry's friend from last year.
"This girl, you are talking about, what is 'er name?" Cho opens her mouth but Marietta beats her to it.
"Don't bother learning it. Just call her 'bitch', that's what everybody else does anyways," Cho frowns at her.
"That's not true, Marie" She gives Cho an oh-so-you're-taking-her-side-now-are-you look, causing the oriental girl to reply with an I'm-just-saying look.
"Whatever, it's probably what they all think anyways" I clear my throat and look at Cho.
"So anyways, 'er name is…?"
"Ginny. I think its short for something but I'm not too sure," Marietta snickers.
"You should find out, that'll give you an excuse to go talk to Harry," Cho instantly turned bright red, but I barely noticed. So her name is Ginny Weasley. I haven't even arrived at Hogwarts yet, but I have a contender in my game already.
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[[Ginny's P.O.V]]
"Come on, come on Ginny, we have to get off now"
"Yeah I know, you've said it a billion times now. Just give me one more second. Look you know what Herm, how about you wait just outside? You rushing me is just going to take me longer. I'll be done in two minutes, I swear" Hermione sighs.
"Fine, fine, two minutes only and counting, okay? Hurry up" My back to the door; I can Hermione stepping out and the door sliding shut. I instantly stop pretending to try to zip up my bag. Where the fuck is Fleur? She said she'll just step out really quickly so we can change and she'll be back in no time. It's been half an hour since and she hasn't come back. Oh Merlin, what if she was trying to but she came across someone, someone like Malfoy? That thrall of hers, it might make Malfoy… might make him want to… Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-
Bang Bang Bang.
"Ginny, are you done yet? The final whistle just went off, we have to get off. Now," I immediately clutched my chest, not only did Hermione thumping the door nearly gave me a heart attack, it also cleared my thoughts a bit. Relax Ginny, Fleur was the Beauxbatons champion remember? The worry in my stomach is finally settling down now. She's much smarter than people give her credit for, and there's no doubt that she's ace with her wand. Malfoy is nothing compared to her. She's fine. She's safe. Maybe she couldn't find her way back up here that's all. It's all right, it's all right. I'll just ask her where she went when I see her next.
"Ginerva Weasley, off the train, NOW!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I threw open the door.
"What took you so long?" I roll my eyes at her in an indifferent way.
"My zip got stuck and I couldn't close my bag properly." Shaking her head at me disapprovingly, she suddenly grabs my wrist and pulls me off of the train after her. As I open my mouth, just about to tell her to relax and what's the rush, the doors slam shut. I slowly close my mouth, hoping she didn't notice. But, as always, she did, and now she's smirking at me.
"Don't say it"
"Say what? Say 'I told you so'?" That mock-innocent face is really annoying me.
"Oh shut up, Herm"
"Why just because I got it right and you got it wrong at something outside of books and education? My word, how the mighty has fallen" Giving her one last glare, I storm off towards the direction where all but first years were queuing, waiting for a carriage. Mind still full of ideas of how I can get Hermione back for this, I bumped into someone. Literally.
"Oh my goodness, I'm ever so sorry, clumsy me- oh, hello Ginny, I didn't realise it was you. Not that I would have walked into someone who wasn't you-" Merlin, she's babbling.
"Hey Hannah, its okay it was my fault I should be looking at where I'm going" I give her a friendly smile but she starts to turn pink already. Bless, this is exactly why I liked Hannah, she's so awfully shy and cute.
"So Han, how was your summer then?"
"Full of revision, as you know, my O.W.L.S are coming up and I really need to achieve some of those top grades to" she shook her head and smiles, "I'm sure you don't really want to know about that. How did your summer go?"
"Yeah it was pretty good thanks, just played a lot of quidditch, relaxed and stuff really" She suddenly starts shuffling her feet and looking at the ground.
"That's nice to hear… Umm, Ginny, did you receive my letter?" The one asking me out? I bite my lip, damn, after when we rushed off to Grimmauld Place, I totally forgot all about it.
"Ah yeah, about that, I-" Wait, is that Fleur standing at the very front of the queue next to Cho? Yeah, yeah it definitely is her.
"Ginny? What about it?" I force myself to tear my eyes away from Fleur; I've totally forgotten what I was talking to Hannah about.
"What about what?"
"The letter I sent you" She turns red again.
"Of course. Yeah, I actually-" She's looking at me. Fleur just turned around and is definitely looking directly at me. That's it; I've got to go talk to her. But first Hannah, "I err; I actually didn't get a chance to look at it. Harry had been in some trouble you see, so I just didn't have the time. What was it about?" Damn, I didn't think about how I'd have to see that disappointment in your eyes… But still, knowing how shy you are, there's no way you'll ask me out right now.
"Oh right. It was, umm" if she blushed anymore, she'll match my hair, "It was nothing, just seeing how you've been doing is all." Just like I predicted, such a Hufflepuff.
"That's sweet of you. Look, I'd love to stay and catch up, but I think my brother wanted me to go meet up with them" Ron and the others are actually just behind Fleur and Cho, hmm I didn't notice them at all. "I'll speak to you later?" She nods earnestly.
"Certainly, certainly. Maybe when I have a break in between my studying, we could just go for a walk together or something? I mean, that is, of course, if you want to" I simply smile, give her a chaste kiss on the cheek and walks away. Honestly, I have no clue what she said. All I am aware of are those piercing ice-blue eyes boring into my own ones.
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[[Ron's P.O.V]]
Even though she's pretty far away, I can still see her frown and muttered curses as she stares at the leaving carriage in front of me.
"Oi Gin, where the hell have you been?" Ginny' eyes snap to mine and she gives me a familiar look that says 'and why should I tell you?'
I just don't get it. I can clearly remember the little Ginny that I used to beat all the time at Quidditch, the one who laughs at herself when I make fun of her, the one I pinky-promised to always be there for her when she too came to Hogwarts. Somewhere along the years when I was off with Harry and Hermione, that Ginny I once knew grew up to be this Ginny walking towards us. This one's snappy, competitive and can't take losing at anything. She's still funny, definitely, but she's no longer that innocent, playful funny anymore, it's more witty and clever funny. I've got this weird nagging in my stomach, like its telling me that I broke my promise I made to her that last night before we all left for Hogwarts four years ago. That feelings getting heavier as I think back to Ginny's first year. How she came to hang out with me, but I brushed her aside to be with Harry and Hermione instead. How because I wasn't the big brother I promised her I'll be she got used by You-Know-Who…
She snaps her fingers in my face making me blink.
"Merlin, are you thinking Ronald? We should mark this day and celebrate it every year" See- witty and sarcastic nowadays. Everyone else is laughing but I stay quiet, instead of the usual muttered 'shut up' and light shove I give her. That half smirk slips from her lips slightly, as she cocks her head fractionally, questioning my behaviour. Damn, that just made me feel even worse. She can still read me like she's always been able to, if only I could say the same to her…
"So where were you? Hermione arrived ages ago," Ginny looks away at Harry.
"Oh you know, just catching up with a friend that's all." That secretive smile is making me uneasy.
"Not a boyfriend I hope" Any concern for me left in her eyes turned to pure ice. Don't flinch, Ron, don't flinch.
"Thank you oh-so-much for the concern Ronald" Bloody hell, how much sarcasm can she put in her voice. "But I'm sure you are ecstatic to know I'm not interested in having a boyfriend at the moment" next to me, Hermione coughs, "it was a girl I was talking to. Are you happy now, dearest brother?"
"Why the hell are you acting-"
"Oh dear, it says right here, 'arguments attracts blibbering humdingers as they feast on the negative energy in the air'. I suggest you two stop now, before the blibbering humdingers come, they're extremely hard to get rid of." Okay. This blonde girl with a Quibbler on the carriage is freaking me out. From the corners of my eyes I notice Harry, Hermione and Neville are also staring at her. Ginny seems to be the only one who seems unfazed.
"Hey Luna, you don't mind us joining your carriage do you?"
"No of course not, Ginny. As my father always says 'the more, the merrier'" she pauses briefly, "unless they're wrackspurts, then in that case, the less the merrier." Before I could turn to Hermione and ask her what the hell this girl is talking about, Harry speaks out.
"What is that?" I look around.
"What's what mate?"
"That- that thing. Pulling the carriage," We all glance at the empty space in front of the carriage.
"Umm Harry, there's nothing there. The carriage is pulling itself, like always" I nod, agreeing with Hermione. Harry still looks unconvinced; he steps closer to the front and looks intently at the air there.
"I can see them too. Don't worry, you're just as sane as I am," Okay, I'm torn between bursting out laughing and slowing retreating from this weird girl. Ginny clears her throat.
"Come on guys, we're blocking up the queue." While the others are getting on, my eyes briefly caught Harry's and I could tell we were both thinking the same thing - please don't make me sit next to that girl. Being the last ones now, we both rush to get on the carriage. I would have sat between Hermione and Neville, if Harry didn't slip under my arm and bagged that seat. Great. Now not only do I have to sit beside this crazy girl, I also have to suffer through Harry's smug smile. Well at least Hermione is opposite me to keep me company.
"Everyone this is Loony Love-" I look up at Hermione, did she just say…? "Luna Lovegood." I can hear Ginny on the other side of Loony clearing the laughter out of her throat.
"What an interesting necklace" Ha, Hermione is so embarrassed.
"It's a charm actually," she leant forward so we could all see this cork around her neck. Looks rather like just a butterbeer cork to me. "Keeps away the Nargles." Nargles? Maybe Hermione knows. No wait, looking at that expression on her face, she doesn't either. "Hungry. Hope there's pudding."
Bloody hell. This is no doubt going to be the longest trip to Hogwarts so far.
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Slightly changed, because I originally hated one line which I've changed (with help from Aeleorn) so now that little bit flows better. Anyways, I hope you liked it - comment please? Oh and once again, any phrases you recognise from the book or the film, I don't own it at all. Thanks for reading or favouriting or reviewing - keep them coming!