Authors note:
Hello All! How is life eh?
Peace and Love^^
Story: Of Flowers and Emerald Eyes
Author: Herb3 (aka miss planet)
Chapter Seven: Of Paper hearts and Long summers.
Disclaimer: I am Joann K Rowling! Seriously! Its not a joke! Ok no I'm not and I'm very proud not to be as the evil wench killed my Remus and Sirius and Severus and Fred. I was more upset about the Fred thing though. However could she just do that to George eh? Anywho this is my disclaimer that I do not own Harry Potter or the Characters introduced in the epilogue of crap.
Chapter Seven: Of Paper hearts and long summers.
It was a rather dismal day in the last outreaches of June. All the classes had gotten out for the year and the following day the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would be leaving home for the summer holidays. I was in fits of anxiety at the thought of leaving Hogwarts for a whole of three months. I was going to miss the school and my friends rather handsomely, though I knew that I couldn't stay and that I would be going back to the people I would call my family. Though I was enjoying the last bits of time I would spend here at Hogwarts with my friends down by a rather bendy Beech tree on the shores of the Hogwarts Lake. We were all laughing and eating a large vat of Chocolate that James had procured with his friends Ashton and Penbrook.
Rose had her back to the Beech tree either doodling or writing in the fine brown notebook that her mum had sent her around Easter time. Scorpius was sitting with his head on her lap while reading a book on the Muggle French Revolution that his father had bought him for Christmas. James and his friends were devising some new prank that they were sure to envelope on some poor unsuspecting Slytherin. Al was sitting with his back to a second Beech tree gazing off into space. His expression was thoughtful as his eyes roamed the ground as if it had all the answers. I was leaning on his shoulder doodling like a miniature oompa loompa consorting with Vampoodles, Werebunnies and the Wicked Witch. James had developed strange fears for the four of these creatures over the course of the year. He was such a bloody lump.
"Heather?" Albus's voice broke me out of my reverie.
I looked up at him softly, my eyes asking what it was that he needed.
"What are you doing over the summer holidays?"
It was a simple question that any normal person could answer quite easily. Though for me it made my heart slump. I was dreading the summer holidays and I tried my hardest as of late to direct my thoughts form it.
"I'm doing family stuff. You know, the usual."
"And the usual being?"
I thought for a moment. Truth? Or not the truth? He was my best friend... but then of course if he was a lick like James... Merlin knows that I'd be at his home all holiday...
"Oh you know Camping and Sky Diving... the usual family bonding stuff."
I grinned and I lied...
"Cool. So you probably wouldn't want to come back to Godric's Hallow for a week or two then. Especially if you're going to be off sky diving and camping. We don't have anything quite so dangerous." he gave me a weird look.
"Um, I might be able to wrangle that."
"You think you could? Mum and Dad liked you, so did Lily. And you know that James will be over the moon."
I smiled.
"I will try."
And Heaven knew that I would.
I turned back to my doodle and drew a rose and heather with cartoonized faces laughing next to a cartoon James who was crying about monsters. Then I drew a cartoon Scorp with his head in a book with a cartoon grumpy Al mumbling about his cookies being missing. It was then that I felt a pair of eyes on me; I looked up to see Al looking at the drawing.
"I am not that grumpy, nor am I always looking for cookies."
He grumbled looking a bit embarrassed.
"Yes you are Albus. You are the grumpiest person that I have ever met."
"I am not!"
"You are too."
"Oh yeah!" he countered "Well you have smelly perfume."
"And you have... wait I don't even wear perfume you great prat."
"Fine, you have big feet!"
"Size four."
"Greasy hair."
"Well you're a smelly git!"
"And you like potatoes way too much."
"Cookie obsessed."
"You'd eat mashed potatoes in your sleep."
"I could not."
"And your breath smells like garlic."
"Well your breath smells horribly like onion."
"Do not mock my love for the onion. It is a delicate vegetable that makes potatoes cry."
"At least I don't eat onion flavored cookies."
"Yeah but you eat mashed potatoes on top of French fries."
"But I love French fries... they're oh so happy and crunchy."
"And you eat gravy on top."
"Well you watch old muggle movies."
"And you draw like one of those French guys with those wonky hats."
"Whatever Potter the pot for a head Potty boy."
"At least I don't have a flower for my name."
"At least my name doesn't mean white in Latin. Racist much?"
"Well at least I know how to fly properly, and I have good eye sight."
"You wear glasses so that would make you the four eyed potty boy with a pot and kettle for a head."
"At least I'm not obsessed with the color green."
"And you can counter that with yellow?"
"Yes I can. Yellow is the color of sunshine and all the good fruit."
"Yellow is the color of yucky onions and mustard and baby poop."
"No yellow is the color of sunsets and kitties and erm French fries."
"You are such a girl."
"I am not! You're more of a girl than I am."
"That's because I am one."
"Well in that case you're not. You're a super tom boy that umm... wears too much green and eats too many potatoey substances."
"I do not wear too much green. Green is the color of life. Duh."
"So you don't deny that you're a tom boy."
"Am I?"
"Well in that case you're too girly."
"Well you look funky in your wizard's hat."
"Oh and you don't even wear one."
It was then that a third voice broke our battle of wits.
"Ok as much as I know you two dweebs love to have your little arguing fits. But please where is the common denominator?"
We both looked up at Scorpius who was actually not reading his book. James and his friend were looking at us like we were nutters and Rose was just smiling.
"Albus is too grumpy. And he loves cookies too much. I wager that one day he is going to marry his favorite bag."
"I am not. I do not. And I will not."
"Yes you will."
"I will not."
"Will bloody too!"
"Will not!"
"Ok then." Scorpius sighed.
"Well?" I demanded scooting away.
"Hey you were my warmth! You're a thief.!"
"Oh can it grumpy boots."
"Yes Al you can be a bit Grumpy. You do love cookies. But I'm sure that you won't in fact marry one." Scorpius told us with a chuckle.
"Scorp who's side are you on here? The green girl who looks like a potato or me." Al demanded.
"Neither."
"You know what I think." Rose grinned.
I rolled my eyes. "What?"
"I think I know who Al's going to marry."
Scorpius turned to Rose with wide eyes.
"Rosie..." he warned.
"Who?" Albus asked all I'm so important like.
"Flower."
It was then that a certain someone gave a loud gasp.
"No! Never! She's mine! I will challenge you for her!"
James stood very fast and pulled me up.
"She's my best friend."
"Well you're too young."
"You're a year and two bits older. What the hell."
I glared at Rose. She was cackling in laughter while Scorpius just smiled.
"She's my flower."
"No."
"And I found her first."
"So."
"And you're too stupid and boring for her."
"I am not. You're too pompous and big headed."
"Am not."
Rose was still cackling and Scorp was still smiling. Neither of them were moving whilst I was being pulled between the two of them like a bloody rag doll. An eleven year old rag doll.
"Ok you two bloody dorks. I am not going to marry anyone."
They both stopped and looked at me.
"In the future." James said as if I were dumb as an egg plant.
"Hey, don't talk to her like she's stupid."
"I would never. I love my delicate, darling, dainty damsel."
"Ok, quit with the alliteration here."
I rolled my eyes.
"Will you two please stop. You're going to rip the poor girl in to two." Started James's friend Penbrook.
"You just want a chance with the flower too!"
"No.."
"And now I have to hide you so that no one can find you and one day we can go riding off into the sunset all happy like a prince and a princess from some happy go lucky story." James pulled me into his arms all heroic like.
"Ok you two bloody idiots. We are all between the damn ages of eleven and twelve. None of us are going to get married until we're like thirty. So you can stop man handling me and finish this bloody debate on whether or not Al is a grumpy git."
"Hey..."
"Now. Let's talk about something else."
"How about those cool movie things that you have Flower?"Scorpius asked.
"Ok."
"We could all hang out together over the summer and watch one yeah?"
"Yeah that'd be wicked cool. Do you have any pirate ones?" James asked all happy like.
"Erm yeah I guess."
"This is going to be awesome." James said while folding and trimming bits of parchment.
"So what were you two arguing about in the first place?" James's friend asked.
"Heathers drawing."
"Ooh let me see." Rose smiled brightly.
I passed it over to her.
She started laughing.
Scorpius started pouting.
"Well you got it spot on then."
"I do not always read." Scorp pouted.
Rose grinned.
"How many times have you read this book?"
She held up the French Revolution book.
"A few." he looked down.
"Lemme see." James pouted pulling it away.
He looked at it and then pouted.
"I do not!"
"Do so, you're always afraid of some random thing or another."
"Am not."
"So the Werebunnies don't bother you?" I asked.
"Nope."
"What about Vampoodles?" Rose grinned.
"Vamp whatsits?"
Al grinned
"And the Wicked Witch?"
"Or what about the Oompa loompas? I hear they're looking for you again." James's eyes grew.
"Oompa whats?"
"Loompas, and I've noticed that you have had an increase in your chocolate intake."
"So..."
"James. It's ok if you're scared, we won't let those bad big ugly monsters maraud you away."
"I am not scared."
"Yeah, until they come after you." Rose coughed.
"Flower?" James asked.
"Yeah?"
"You will save me right?"
"Maybe."
"Will you then accept this paper heart as a token of my love?"
"For saving your neck from the Oompa Loompas?"
"Of course. And I'm going to marry you."
"Keep dreaming about that James."
"Ok." He grinned at me "I will."
He then handed me a rather choppy version of a heart that had our names in it. The idiot.
"I can't wait for this summer. It's going to be awesome." Rose grinned.
"Yeah this summer will be pretty good; we can have daily Quidditch matches." Scorp smiled.
"Wont it flower?" Scorp asked. "Al?"
"Oh yeah." Al smiled.
"It's bound to be." I nodded.
This summer was going to my own personal hell, and it would be long.
aUtHoRs NoTe:
Bonjour my lovelies... greetings from return from sickville. So the last three and a half months I have had pneumonia, so I've been sleeping and in the hospital and away from writing for all of you. While I am now on the road for getting better and never having nasty needles and iv's jammed into my arms, I am still rather not well and this was a very short chapter. But I'm sorry. I am. I will try to update sooner. Thanks to all the reviews and alerts and favorites. It makes me all happy because no one reads any of my other stories. Ooh read October skies, its good! And I need some feedback from it. Anywhoots. Peace out. Long may ye merry lovelies live.
Herb3.
