a/n: I hate french showers, this is why: you think you're smart and first close the hot water and then the cold, then you turn the stupid thing the wrong way and you get a burned arm. wise words from Katie: french water taps close to the right not to the left. remember this, a burned arm hurts a lot...

(sorry it took me this long to get this chapter up, I didn't feel like typing. oh, and I found out what a Mary Sue fic is 2)



Chapter 3 - A Catty Moment



A few weeks went by quite normal, except for the fact that Hermione was still avoiding Marly, Ron and Harry and that Marly kept behaving strange around professor White.

Marly was a good student but the teachers weren't exactly happy with her; she didn't look like she was paying attention to what they were saying. She was often staring out of the window and the rest of the time she was busy talking to Harry, Ron or whoever sat near her.

One day while they were having Transfiguration-class she was having a heated discussion with Dean Thomas about soccer.

"What? You don't think Boudewijn Zenden is a good player? He plays in the Dutch team!" Marly exclaimed a little to loud.

"Who's Zenden? Is he more important than my lesson?" the voice of McGonagall suddenly asked.

The whole class held their breaths, they saw McGonagall's lips becoming a straight line and the furious look in her eyes.

"Boudewijn Zenden, professor," Marly said, trying not to blink her eyes when she was looking McGonagall straight in the eyes, "is a really talented soccer-player. He's Dutch and awfully good-looking." then she added: "He played in the Netherlands for PSV but then he went to Barcelona and now he plays in England, but he still plays in the Dutch team."

"But is he more important than my lesson?" McGonagall asked.

"I didn't say that professor. I heard everything you said."

"What was the last thing I said?" McGonagall asked not believing.

"You want me to repeat it?" Marly asked, McGonagall nodded, "Ok, you asked: 'What are the dangers of trying to turn yourself into an animal or object?'" she paused, "'Who's Zenden? Is he more important than my lesson?' Happy now?" she asked McGonagall.

"Yes," the professor said back, looking startled.

One day before Potions she saw Draco and he called her, so she walked to him.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Granger seems to be avoiding you," he said.

"She does? Gee Draco I didn't notice that at all, you're just sooooooo smart!"

"What made her mad? That you get better grades (Marly had the same or better grades than Hermione most of the time) or," he grinned devilish, "that you're stealing her boyfriends?"

Her reaction wasn't the one he was hoping for: "I didn't have any grades when this started and I'm certainly not stealing boyfriends." she said calmly.

He said, disappointed about her reaction: "Just make sure you don't get a virus from that Mudblood."

She looked at him, not understanding what he just said.

"What did he want?" Ron asked.

"When they sat down she asked: "What's a Mudblood?"

"You don't know?" Ron asked surprised.

"No."

"It means dirty blood, some think that wizards and witches who have Muggle-parents don't have the right blood and shouldn't be allowed to go to Hogwarts. It's the worst insult I can imagine," he said, "Why?"

Marly didn't answer, her eyes flashed fire and she suddenly stood up and walked over to Draco.

"What?" he asked looking up, "Missing me already?"

She slapped him. "What's the point of being pure-blooded or not?" she asked, "Hermione is ten times as smart as you are, you're just a dumb little brat, probably talking after his parents." And with that she walked off and sat down again.

"I felt really good doing that." she said to Ron and Harry.

Draco still stared at her in shock.

"Professor!" he complained, "She slapped me!"

"Oh, is this true Miss Marly?" Snape said.

"Yes."

"Ok, try to control yourself next time when you feel like hitting someone."

"I'll try professor."

Now Draco looked shocked at both Snape and Marly (and the greatest part of the others too).

"What did Malfoy do?" Harry asked, whispering.

"He called Hermione a Mudblood!"

"That little creep! I'll-" Harry began, when Ron interrupted.

"Look at Malfoy's face! You can still see your handprint!" he laughed, "You're tougher than you look. I'll have to remind that if I'm ever thinking of making you mad. Hey! Do you have a ring or something?"

Marly quickly put her hands under the table, "No." she said.

"Why are you hiding your hands?" Harry asked, "Wearing a ring isn't a crime or something!"

She held her hands up, "Look! See, I don't have a ring."

"Ok, ok!' Ron said, "Relax!"

When the bell rang Hermione walked to Marly: "Can I talk to you for a minute?" she asked.

"Sure." Marly said.

"May I ask you something?"

"You just did, but go ahead."

"Why did you slap Malfoy when he called me a Mudblood, it's not like we're really good friends or something."

"He doesn't have the right to say that."

"Oh, so, friends?" Hermione asked.

"Off course!" Marly said, shaking her hand.

They laughed and then hurried after Ron and Harry.

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That night when Marly and Hermione got to their dorm, Hermione wanted to sit down on Marly's bed when Marly screamed: "NO! Hermione you can't sit there!"

"Why not?" Hermione asked confused.

"Look," Marly pulled back the blanket, "This is why."

"Omg!" Hermione exclaimed, there were six cats on the bed: one mother and five little ones.

"Aren't they the cutest little things you've ever seen?" Marly said.

"I thought you could only bring one animal to Hogwarts," Hermione said.

"I did only bring one cat," said with a laugh, "But now she's not alone anymore!"

"When were they born?"

"This morning, you've never seen Cleo before?"

"No, she must have been hiding in your bed the whole time."

"It's a shame that the daddy of these little kitties is in America, Cleo misses him."

"You know the father?"

"Sure, he owns one of my friends."

"Owns? You mean your friend owns the cat?"

"No, the cat owns my friend. A cat is independent. Oh! Speaking of the father, I have to write him!" Marly said.

"Who? The cat?"

"No, off course not! I mean my friend. He wanted to know it when they were born."

"Oh."

"Maybe Ron or Harry will lend me their owl."

"Probably, I don't think they're busy."

"Ok, let's go to sleep, goodnight."

"Goodnight."

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"You're sure you want to use him?" Ron asked, pointing Pigwidgeon, "I mean, is it an important message? Because I don't know if he'll make it all the way to America. He probably drops it from excitement when he sees the ocean!"

"I'd lent you Hedwig," Harry said, "but she's already out."

"I'm sure Pigwidgeon will do just fine." Marly said and tied the letter to his leg.

In his excitement the little owl flew in the wrong direction.

Ron sighed: "Pig! Can't you do anything right?!"

"I'll get him." Harry said and plucked him form the air.

"Nice catch Harry!" Marly said. "So Pigwidgeon, America is that way, got it this time?" the owl tsjirped happily, "You sure?" Pigwidgeon tsjirped again. "Ok, look out for Tigger when you're at my friend's house!"

"Who's Tigger?" Ron asked.

"The daddy of the little cats."

"Little cat?"

"Oh, didn't I tell you guys? My cat Cleo's baby-cats were born yesterday."

"Can I see them?" Ginny, who'd come with them, asked.

"Sure, I'll show them to you tonight ok? C'mon, we've got Divination-class in ten minutes."

"Oh no!" Harry said, "I'm going to die at least ten-thousand times this year if you believe her!"

Ron laughed, "If she keeps predicting it, someday she'll be right."

"Very funny Ron." Harry said.


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"Oh! I have to sit down for a minute!"

They were learning how to see clues about your future in oil that changes colour: the colour should show you something about it.

"What's the matter professor?" Marly asked. Professor Trelawny had gotten to their table and looked in Marly's bottle of oil.

"It's orange, my child! Orange!"

"So?"

"So?! Orange means a certain death!"

The whole class was watching what was going on at the table.

Marly faked a gasp. "Oh! I'm so scared!" she said sarcastic.

"Don't make fun of what the oil tells!" Trelawny said furious that Marly wasn't taking this serious.

"If all predictions the professor in America made would have come true, I would have died, uhm... let's see, about three-thousand-one-hundred-eighty-seven time now!" Marly said, "And off course it predicts a certain death, everyone's gonna die some day. Bye the way, are you colour-blind or something? I mean, this oil is red, not orange."

Trelawny was totally shocked. She backed away from the table and said: "That's all for today, you can go." and with that she walked out of the classroom.

"Major bummer! And I was just getting into this!" Marly said.

"Trelawny isn't the only Divination professor that's like this? Aaaah!" Ron said.

"Prof. Fayke Preminitia is just like her!"

"Aaaaaaah! They're everywhere!" Harry screamed.

"Come on, let's go before she changes her mind about setting us free early!"

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Ron, Harry and Marly sat in a corner of the common room, waiting for Hermione.

Suddenly Harry said: "Uh-oh! Here comes trouble!"

"Huh? What? Why? Who? Where?" Ron and Marly asked at the same time.

"You guys keep surprising me with you highly intelligent way of talking." Harry said.

"Haha, very funny, now, are you gonna tell us now?" Marly asked.

"Don't look now, but Parvati and Lavender are walking this way and they aren't looking very friendly at you."

"What have I ever done to them?"

"You sorta insulted Trelawny."

"So?"

"They worship her! They take everything she says very serious." Ron said.

"Yeah, I thought they were gonna act all careful and stuff around you, 'cause Trelawny predicted you death, but I think they're quite mad at you." Harry said.

"I'm not scared of those two," Marly said, "I feel sorry for them. They believe what Trelawny says, that's quite pathetic." she turned around to Parvati and Lavender, "Oh, hi guys! How can I help you?"

"How dare you talk to professor Trelawny like that!" Lavender said.

"She's just a crazy old hag, who's really bored and predicts the deaths of students for that reason." Parvati and Lavender gasped.

"The oil was orange, we both saw it!" Parvati said.

"Than you two are colour-blind too. The oil was RED!"

"What means red anyway?" Ron asked.

"It means that something you don't expect is going to happen." Marly explained.

"Oh, what do you think it is?"

Marly sighed, "Geez, Ron! If I don't expect it, I probably won't know what it is!"

"I still think it was orange." Lavender said.

"Look, you want me to die, Lavender?" Marly asked, "Because you can just say so than, I mean, I'm not planning on doing it, but who knows?"

"No, off course not!" Lavender said shocked.

"Than why are we even having this conversation?"

Lavender and Parvati stormed off.

"Bye girls! See you later!" she called after them.

"I thought they'd never leave!" Ron said. "Did you see the looks on their faces. They were totally shocked!"

"Yeah, I seem to shock a lot of people lately." Marly said.

"Don't worry about those two," Ron said, "They're just mekkering after the head-sheep."

"Head-sheep?" Hermione asked confused: she only heard the last two words.

Marly laughed, "That's a long story, you might want to sit down."

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It was Saturday and Marly had to work on an assignment about Vegetarian Canimals (vegetarian Magical Creatures that normally eat flesh).

"I'm off to the library, I can't work with you guys!" she told Harry and Ron.

"Can't you do that assignment some other time?" Ron asked, "I'm bored, and since Harry is...How should I put this...uhm...lazy?"

"Hey!" Harry exclaimed.

Ron continued: "And Hermione...yeah, uhm...if I go to her, she'll go like: 'Ron! You have to do your Transfiguration homework! I can't believe you haven't already done it!'"

"Hi guys!" Hermione said.

"Hi Hermione," Ron sighed.

"Ron? What are you doing here? You should be working on your Transfiguration homework in the library! And you too, Harry!" Hermione shouted at them.

Marly bursted out laughing.

"Well?" Hermione asked.

"Uhm..." Harry said, "Uhm...we have an unexpected, very important, extra Quidditch practice."

Ron looked surprised, "We do?" Harry kicked him. "Ouch! I mean, yeah we do. See you later!"

When Marly was done laughing she told Hermione she was going to the library and headed off.

She grabbed the doorknob of the library door and suddenly something hit her head and everything turned black...



End of Chapter 3


a/n: this afternoon my family is coming because it's my gramps' birthday, yay! let's have fun! or not...
please review about the Hermione-situation, Ron or Harry?

(sorry for the not really original names I came up with)

Greetz and Kisses, Katie