Welcome to chapter two! Thank you very much to everyone who reviewed! As for the OC's those who I didn't use I might be able to put them in later in the story. But I'm not using too many OC's in this chappy…cause while writing it, I remembered how much I HATE using OC's…
Now I know it's been a while, but this story is a story only for pleasure, so I'm not gonna force myself to have a deadline, but the more you review the earlier I'll update…and I mean it!
I think I spelled some of the teachers names wrong, and being a Harry Potter nerd, I should be ashamed of myself, but I'm too lazy to fix it…^^;
And now I present:
Chapter 2: The First Day of School
Gwen woke up with a slight headache, due to the immense amount of food she ate the night before. She couldn't believe she didn't explode, or gain at least ten pounds.
She got out of her four poster bed, pulling aside the pink curtains, and looked out the window. The rising sun was shining on the dew, making the grounds sparkle. Gwen sighed, knowing that she was going to enjoy this school.
Gwen turned as something moved next to her. It was Julie Yamamoto, the black haired girl from the boat, who Gwen had become good friends with at the feast. "I see you're an early riser," Julie stated, smiling as she did so. Gwen smiled back at her friend, then turned to face her unopened trunk lying in front of her bed.
"We probably should get ready. After all, today is the first day of classes," Gwen said, opening her trunk and pulling out a pair of jeans and a blue T-shirt. Julie nodded in approval and followed suit, taking skinny jeans and a black cami out of her trunk.
The girls got changed in silence, leaving the dormitory with their bags swung over their shoulders, heading from the Ravenclaw tower towards the Great Hall. The two girls walked in, greeted by the chatter of students as they ate their breakfast, anxiously waiting to receive their schedules. Gwen and Julie sat near the front of the hall, one on each side of the table (Gwen facing the Slytherin table, Julie the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables), amongst most of the first year Ravenclaws.
Gwen was just placing a crape on her gold plate when she noticed Kevin staring at her from the Slytherin table, wearing his usual smirk. Their eyes met, and Gwen bent down over her food, blushing madly. Julie noticed Gwen weird behavior, and turned around to find Kevin looking down at his food as well. Julie smiled slyly, understanding what was going on.
"He likes you," Julie declared just above a whisper. This caused Gwen to blush more, turning her face even redder.
"W-what! No he doesn't! How could you say that?!" Gwen demanded of her friend, who just laughed.
"Clam down, Gwen. I'm only kidding. But he isn't that bad looking. A lot of girls like that punk style," Julie defended herself.
"Well, I don't. I like the proper, gentlemen type," Gwen said, sticking her nose up in the air. Julie rolled her eyes, but went back to eating anyway.
Just then a very short, old-looking man walked up to the Ravenclaw table, a pile of papers in his stubby hands. "Here are your schedules, first years!" he chirped, handing the schedules out to them. Gwen took hers, muttering a "thank you" before looking it over.
"Let's see…first we have a free period, that's good," Julie said.
"Then Defense Against the Dark Arts with the Hufflepuffs," Gwen continued.
"Then Charms with the Slytherins," Julie said.
"Joy," Gwen commented, thinking of a certain black-haired ruffian (A/N: -^.^-). "Next is…Herbology with the Gryffindors."
Julie nodded. "Followed by my favorite class: lunch," she said with a giggle.
"Then –" Gwen groaned. "Double Potions with the Slytherins!"
"And to top it all off: Double Transfiguration with the Hufflepuffs!" Julie said with a smile. "Not a bad schedule."
"Easy for you to say," Gwen mumbled. She looked over at the Slytherin table where the black-haired boy that wouldn't leave her mind was looking over his own schedule.
Kevin POV- Great Hall
Kevin Levin groaned after he read over his schedule. He had Transfiguration and double Defense Against the Dark Arts with the Gryffindors, a.k.a. Tennyson. But on the up side he did have Charms and Double Potions with Glen. And a free period just before lunch.
But Kevin didn't have much time to mellow over his schedule, as the first bell rang only a few short minutes after he received it. He gave it a quick glance, not quite sure where he had to go.
Herbology. Now where on earth is that?!
Looking around, Kevin walked over to the closest Slytherin to him. This boy looked like he was around sixteen and had spiky red hair and dazzling blue eyes. "Hey, where's the Herbology greenhouse?" Kevin asked the boy.
The boy turned to face Kevin. "You talking to me?"
"Who else?!" Kevin snapped back. The boy looked Kevin up and down, a smug smile on his face.
"Name's Fredrick Byrne…you?" Fredrick finally said.
"Kevin Levin," Kevin replied shortly. He really needed to get to Herbology.
"I like your style, kid," Fredrick said like a proud father congratulates his son.
Kevin just stared at him. "Er…thanks."
"No prob'. And just take the portrait of the drunk outside the Hall doors. 'E'll take you right outside the greenhouse. The password's 'Somnuim Firewisky.'" And with that, Fredrick left, disappearing into the crowd of students rather quickly.
What was that about? Kevin thought, but shoved it to the back of his mind, and exited the Great Hall along with most other students. He gave Glen one last glance before leaving through the giant double doors.
Once out, he turned to the left, then the right, then left, then right again before spotting the portrait of the drunk man. Kevin walked up to it, raising an eyebrow at the hiccupping old man in the painting.
"Hic—password?" the drunk asked. Kevin stared at him for a minute, before answering.
"Somnuim Firewisky?" Kevin said, more like asked.
"C'mon through, young—hic—lad."
The portrait opened, revealing a long hallway that leading deep into the wall and into darkness. Warily, Kevin entered, squinting to see in the darkness.
Just then the portrait closed behind him, trapping the punk in darkness. His heart sped up, fear penetrating his shield of calm. He spun around to try to get back to the door, but nothing was there.
A bright light formed in front of Kevin as the wall seemed to open, revealing the Hogwarts Grounds. Kevin stepped out, the wall closing behind him. Partially confused, partially impressed, he followed the crowd of Slytherin first years and Hufflepuff first years to what seemed to be a greenhouse.
A plump witch stood in front of them; Kevin recognized her from the previous night. Him and all the other students clumped around the doorway, no one knowing what to do.
"Welcome to Herbology, first years," the witch said in a cheerful voice. "All of you can sit down, Slytherins on the right, Hufflepuffs on the left," she instructed.
Slowly, the first years made there way to their appropriate side of the long table. Kevin ended up sitting next to a boy with ear length black hair and a green Mohawk; he had three earrings per ear, and an eyebrow ring.
(A/N- For all you Total Drama Island/Action fans, I just HAAAAAAD to put him in! I know he's not an OC, so no need to tell me…it's just that I forgot to ask for a friend of Kevin…so…I picked someone already made who reminds me of Kevin.)
"For all of you who don't know, I am Professor Sprout. I am the Head of Hufflepuff, and Herbology teacher," Professor Sprout said. "Now, today we will be—"
Kevin started to blank out, not really caring about what Professor Sprout had to say. He was never a really attentive student, and always passed with the lowest passing grade. It's not like he really needed this crap in real life.
He heard a cough from next to him, and turned his head to face the boy with the Mohawk. "Hey, make sure to stare forward when you daydream. Teachers won't notice that you're spacing out," he advised.
Kevin smirked. "Thanks. Kevin Levin," Kevin said, nodding to the boy.
"Duncan Black," Duncan said, nodding right back to Kevin. (A/N- no Duncan is NOT related to Sirius…I just gave Duncan that name in my TDI fic, so I'm sticking with it!)
"…so get to work!" Professor Sprout said, waving her hands to the students.
"Crap! Did you hear the directions?" Duncan asked, picking up the clay pot in front of him and staring at it.
"No," Kevin said, looking around at everyone else, as if it would help him figure it out.
"Wanna just wing it?" Duncan asked, raising an eyebrow at Kevin.
"Why not," Kevin said before the two got to work at winging it.
Gwen POV- Double Potions
Gwen chopped up the roots into neat squares, concentrating as if her life depended on it. Her partner did nothing but just space out, glancing nonchalantly around the dungeon classroom.
I can't believe he's my partner! I hate Professor Slughorn! Gwen thought, taking her anger out on the poor roots.
The first half of the day went good, and Gwen enjoyed her free period and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Her and Julie fawned over their teacher, and he was experienced with defense, so it made class even more interesting.
But Charms was killer. It wasn't Professor Flitwick who annoyed her (A/N- I forget if he died or not _), it was a certain black-haired ruffian.
Kevin. He annoyed her all Charms class, sending the feather they were supposed to be levitating rocketing towards her head.
And what was worse, she now had to spend Double Potions with him. And it got even better! Kevin was her partner…for the whole year!
Kevin stared at Gwen as she chopped up the roots with more force, beginning to not care about how neat they were. "Shouldn't you make those neater, Glen?"
Gwen practically stabbed the next slice of root. "Shouldn't you be helping?!" she snapped back. "And my name's Gwen. Not 'Glen', Gwen!" she said, dropping the now sliced roots into the pewter cauldron.
"Truth is, Glen, I don't really care what grade I get," Kevin said, leaning his chair on the back two legs.
Gwen sighed. "Just stir it three times clockwise, and then five times counter-clockwise," she instructed, re-reading the directions again. Kevin rolled his eyes, but did as told.
"You know, it'd be so much fun to make this explode," Kevin said, leaning over the cauldron, his eyes sparkling with energy.
"Don't even think about it!" Gwen hissed, adding the final ingredient to the potion. Kevin shrugged and stared at the potion as it turned from a vomit green to a golden color.
"Is it supposed to do that?" Kevin asked the now fuming Gwen.
"You'd know if you read the directions!" Gwen responded, glaring into the back of Professor Slughorn's head.
A small bell rung trough the classroom; Professor Slughorn turned around to face the class, beaming at the first years. "Time's up! I'll come around and grade your potion. Everyone, clean up," Slughorn said.
Gwen packed up her spare ingredients and her Basic Potions book. Kevin, who didn't take anything out to begin with, just lounged in his chair, staring at Gwen as she hastily cleaned up.
Gwen and Kevin's potion was one of the last to be graded. Professor Slughorn peered into the cauldron, tapping a finger to his chin. After staring into the gold liquid for a minute, he looked up at Gwen and Kevin. "What are you're names?" he asked the two.
"Gwen Tennyson," Gwen answered immediately, a bright smile forming on her face, as if she knew she was about to be complimented.
Kevin, however, had a partially shocked expression. "Kevin Levin," he said casually, looking away from Slughorn.
Slughorn nodded his head. "I see…You two are very gifted. It's rare that first years get a potion correct on their first time 'round," Sulghorn said, Gwen's smile growing even bigger, if that was even possible.
"Thank you, sir," Gwen said, slightly bowing out of respect and pride; Kevin just sat there. Gwen elbowed him in the ribs, glaring daggers at him.
"Um…yeah, thanks," Kevin said awkwardly. Thanking people was not something Kevin did on a daily basis.
The bell rang, indicating that class was over. Professor Slughorn nodded again, before walking back up to his desk in the front of the classroom. Gwen slung her bag over her shoulder and practically ran out of the classroom, wanting to get as far away from Kevin as possible. Gwen almost made it when Kevin caught up with her in the dungeon corridor.
"Hey Glen! Wait up!" Kevin called, jogging up to her side. Gwen sighed, not even looking at Kevin.
"What do you want?!" she demanded.
Kevin shrugged. "Just wanna know if you're doing anything after school," he said as casually as ever, as if he was never nervous.
"As a matter of fact, I'm busy after school," Gwen said, trying to get Kevin to leave her alone.
"Doing what?"
Gwen's eyes widened; she didn't expect him to ask what she was doing. "Practicing…for…Quidditch tryouts!" she said, making something up on the spot.
Kevin snorted. "You, playing Quidditch? Yeah right."
"I can play!" Gwen insisted. She was about to walk into a classroom when Kevin blocked the doorway with his body. "What?!"
"Prove it."
"What are you talking about?!"
"Prove that you're good at Quidditch," Kevin explained, moving. "Or are you scared?"
"I am not scared!" Gwen declared.
"Fine then. Friday, Quidditch Field. Midnight. Me verses you. One on one. Whoever catches the Snitch first wins," Kevin stated, holding his hand out for her to shake.
Gwen smirked. "You're on, Kevin Levin!"
They shook, and Kevin smirked too. "Prepare to taste defeat, Glen," Kevin said before walking down the corridor.
Gwen smiled before yelling after him, "It's Gwen! GWEN!!!"
After sitting down at her seat in Transfiguration, realization hit Gwen like a brick. What have I gotten myself into?
Ben POV- Double Defense Against the Dark Arts
Ben Tennyson was shaking with excitement as he sat down in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. He had overheard some fifth years saying that their Defense teacher was famous. Really famous.
The bell rang, and Ben looked around the room, noticing a certain face sitting in the back right-hand corner of the classroom. Kevin, Ben thought bitterly, glaring at the Slytherin first year. Another Slytherin sat down next to Kevin, this boy had a green Mohawk and facial piercings.
"Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts, first years." Everyone turned their heads to face the front of the room. Upon seeing the teacher, Ben's jaw dropped. Of all people, it was him.
"I'm pretty sure you all know who I am, so there's no need for an introduction," said Harry Potter, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
A/N-
I decided to end it here…I'll finish DADA in the next chapter…along with….fluff!! X3
But that's enough spoilers…
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