So yeah, here's chapter four.
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I can't think of anything witty to say.
Disclaimer: Do I look like J. K. Rowling? I don't? Awwwww, too bad, that means that none of the Harry Potter characters belong to me. HOWEVER, since I am not a complete moron and I do have a creative side all original characters appearing throughout the story do infact belong to me.
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Chapter four: IT WASN'T A DATE!
Heather enjoyed her time at the Weasley's, she spent her morning s talking to molly, then in the afternoon she would go with everyone to the little lake that was just over the hill, or she would watch the boys while they played quidditch. Then she would go to work and hang around Diagon Ally until it was time to go back to the Burrow for dinner.
One morning Heather came down for breakfast to find a grand total of eight owls waiting on the window ledge.
"Well now, it looks to be that time of year again." Heather commented to herself as she walked towards the owls to receive her letter. To her surprise she found that two of the owls came forward. One of them was from Hogwarts with the usual "Buy these books" list, and the second was from Emmi, begging her to come in to work because she wasn't sure she could handle all of the new first years by herself, the only other assistant was out with dragon pox .
Heather laughed as she fixed herself some coffee as Molly came down. "Oh good morning dear, did you sleep well?" She asked. "Yes I did thank you." She said as she took of sip of her coffee. "The letters came." Heather said motioning to the letters waiting to be opened on the dining room table. Molly sighed and began to cook breakfast. "I dread when those letters come every year, trying to buy all of the supplies for all of the children is madness, Diagon Ally is an absolute madhouse this time of year.
Heather chuckled. "Don't I know it, Madam Makin is pleading me to come in and work, she's afraid to handle all of the new first years alone, you know how squirmy they are." They both laughed as Molly slid a piling plate in front of her laden with bacon, eggs, ham, sausage, and several other breakfast items. "Good God, how am I supposed to eat all that!?" Heather said as she stared at the plate in wonder.
"You'd better eat it, you're far too skinny." Mrs. Weasley clucked as she continued to bustle about the kitchen. Heather rolled her eyes and attempted to eat as much as she could. 'Too skinny my arse, since I've gotten here my jeans fit a little tighter, but then again, I do suppose I'd lost a bit of weight living at the inn. . .'
Heather had cleared almost half of her plate before she called it quits. "Urgh, if I eat any more I think I'm going to explode." She said as she pushed the plate away form her. Heather had always had a healthy appetite, in fact, she ate more then the boys did at times. Fred swears to this day that she has hollow legs to hold all of the food she eats.
Heather grabbed her bag and said her goodbyes to the boys as they were heading down to breakfast, having been tempted down by the smell of fresh beacon and eggs. She apperated to the shop and got her uniform on, there were already several customers waiting to be helped.
"Oh thank Merlin you're here." Emmi sighed with relief. "Quick, go and help the McNally's, they've been waiting for ages." Heather went to help the McNally's, they had three children in need of new robes. Two first year boys and one sixth year girl from Hufflepuff. Heather sighed and got to work on the two boys, she could see that they were already bored and were poking at the magic steamer.
The morning went by quickly, customers came in and out, mostly for new Hogwarts robes. Heather was just finishing up a young Ravenclaw's robes when there was the tell tale tinkling of the bell signaling that there was yet another customer that needed to be helped. "I'll be with you in just a sec." Heather said as she put the final stitch on the young Ravenclaw's skirt. "There you go." She said as Madam Makin was talking to her parents about prices.
Heather got up and went to help the person that had just walked in. "Welcome to Madam Makin's robes for every occasion, how may I help…. Oh, hi. . . ." Standing before her was none other then Cedric. He smiled warmly at her. "Hello Heather, How are you?" He asked. "I'm- Um, Good." She answered.
'What the heck is he doing here?'
'Duh, he needs new robes.'
'Urgh, go away.'
Madam Makin came and began talking to Cedric. "Oh hello dear, so lovely to see you again."
'Gag, he's even managed to charm Emmi.'
The bell chimed again and Heather went to check on the new customers. "Oh I'll take care of them dear, you took care of the two first year twins, I'll take care of these." Emmi said smiling knowingly as she glanced at Cedric.
'What the hell is she grinning about?' Heather sighed and turned to face the golden boy of Hogwarts.
"What can I do for you?" She asked politely. "I need a pair of dress robes and I need to have the head boy badge placed on my robes." He said. "Head boy huh? Wow that must have come as a shock." Heather said sarcastically. He either chose to ignore her cynicism or it flew over his head. She was letting out the hem of his robes since he had grown a few inches over the summer when she mumbled thank you.
"I'm sorry . . ." He said, not having caught what she had said. She sighed. "I said thank you."
He looked puzzled. "For what?" He asked. She inwardly groaned and went on. "For what you did back at the world cup, thank you." She said without looking up form her work. They were quiet for a moment. "Your welcome." He said.
She quickly finished up his robes and walked him over to the register. She rang him up and handed him his purchase back. Madam Makin came over and said, "Why don't you take a break dear, you've been working non-stop, you could get your school shopping done." Emmi smiled wickedly, "In fact, why don't you go and get your shopping done with Mr. Diggory here, it's not fitting for a young woman your age to wandering around here by herself. . ."
'Noooooooooo! No no no no no no no no !! What are you doing!?'
"Oh no, I'm sure that Mr. Diggory has better things to do then to follow me around all day while I go and buy my books. . ." "It's not a problem." Cedric interjected.
'NOOOOOOOOOO!' That's it, I am soooo going to Avada Kadavra her arse.' Heather thought as she felt her work robes being lifted off of her. Emmi was pulling her robes off and handing Heather her messenger bag, she all but shoved them out of the shop.
It took Heather a moment to fully asses what had just happened. She was going shopping, WITH DIGGORY!
'This should prove to be a very interesting afternoon.'
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"So, where to first?" Cedric asked with a smirk. Heather was to busy trying to think of ways to murder Emmi to answer. Cedric pulled out his Hogwarts list and looked at it. "Well, why don't we go and get our books first." He suggested. Heather nodded as they started toward flourish and blots.
They had finished their shopping fairly quickly, they seemed to be taking the same classes, the only difference was that she was taking ancient runes and he was taking advance arithmacy, but other then that the rest of the books were the same. They made a quick stop in quality quidditch supplies to look around; Heather had to pull him by the collar away from the firebolts.
"C'mon pretty boy, you're drooling on the carpet." She said as she led him out of the store.
"Hmmmm, books, quills, ink, parchment, ingredients. . . . It looks like we got everything." She said. "Yep, it looks like we covered all the bases," He agreed. "But there is one more thing that we need." Puzzled Heather looked through her bag once more. Nope, everything seemed to be there, what was golden boy thinking of that she was missing?
He grabbed her arm and steered her up the ally. "Where are we going?" She asked. He didn't answer; he just kept leading her through the crowd. He stopped in front of Florean Fortescue's ice cream Parlor.
"Two cones please." Cedric asked. 'Ice cream?' Cedric paid the man for the ice creams and handed one to Heather.
'Yummm, mint chip. . . . Wait a sec, how did he know what kind of ice cream I like?'
'Think about it later, just dive into that minty chocolaty goodness.'
'For once, I think I agree.'
Heather took a lick of her ice cream and her eyes closed in pleasure. Cedric smiled as he ate his cone. He walked her back to the shop and bade her goodbye. "So I'll see you around again sometime?" He asked. "I guess so, seeing as we are going back to school and all. . ." She stammered.
'Awkwardness!! Why is this awkward!?' Heather thought. "Well, I guess I'll see you on the train then." He winked and walked away.
She watched him walk away and was left in such a state of confusion that she didn't even notice that Emmi was following her around trying to get the 'details' out of her.
'What the hell did he wink at me for?'
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'Who the hell said he could do that anyway?'
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'Ahem, I believe that it is your turn to tell me just what the hell that was.'
'But this is more fun.'
'Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrhg! You suck you know that?'
'Bwa ha ha ha ha . . .'
"Will you come out of la la land and tell me how your date was!" Emmi hollered. "Arhg! Bloody hell woman, I don't want to go deaf!" Heather snapped irritably. "And it wasn't a date, it was one student being forced to go shopping with another student by a crazy old seamstress!" Heather bit back. Emmi laughed and muttered something to herself that sounded dangerously close to 'Young love.'
"Don't you go and get anymore crazy idea's old woman, I know where you sleep." Heather threatened. Emmi laughed and put her back to work.
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Okay, I know that it's a little short but It's late. . . Or early, which ever way you look at it and the fact of the matter is I need sleep. LOL
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-BellaCantante359