Teehee, I luv reviews! I was so happy about the one MoeMoeMason sent, that I decided to finish this one. Cause I made the two yesterday, then wrote 586 words to this.
Anyway, I might do a Tom Riddle/OC soon, but like, not her going back, but well actually not sure yet. . . Wont be the same oc as Hazel.
NOTE:: HARRY POTTER BELONGS TO J.K. ROWLING! ALL RELATED HP THINGS BELONG TO THERE OWNER(S)! I ONLY OWN MY OWN CREATIONS!
*Cough Cough*
Ugh my throught hurts. . .
The now awake Hazel opened her aching eyes, only to close them at the bright lights of the Hospital Wing. What's holding my hand. . . ? She wondered iddily, knowing that she couldn't open her eyes again. Thinking back to yesterday made her want to crawl in a hole and die, which she was starting to think was more and more reasonable by the minute.
"Y'ur eyes 'urt?" A groggy voice asked from beside her. Hazel nodded her head, wishing she knew who said it. It was a very familiar voice, but she just couldn't put her finger on a face.
"There, you can open y'ur eyes now." the same voice said. Immediatly Hazel snapped open her eyes to see that Cedric (the one holding her hand) had put a dark pair of sunglasses on her.
Hazel didn't realize it, but she was happy that it was Cedric. She looked at him with sad eyes, knowing the stress he had gone through yesterday, just by the look on his face.
"Madem Pomfrey was afraid you were in a coma." He whispered to her, her only now realizing that it was actually nightfall.
"What do you mean? I didn't hit my head. . . plus, couldn't she have given me something that made the coma go away? And aren't coma's Muggle things?" Hazel asked.
"I don't think there is a potion for that. And we're all humans, we can all get put in a coma."
Noticing a strand of curly purple hair twist itself into her side of the glasses,She suddenly remembered about her plans with Jake yesterday.
"Oh my god, where's Jake?" She nearly shrieked, wanting to apoligize and make sure he wasn't mad at her for not showing up.
Cedric gave her a depressing look, making her throught tighten. "Is 'e ok?" She asked quietly.
"He's just worried about you. Actually the only reason why he's not here is because Madem Pomfrey kicked him out." He said with a small smile.
"Why? What did he do?" a frown appearing on her face.
"Oh, nothing. It's just he was here the moment he found out where you were, and hadn't left untill two hours ago."
"What's wrong with that. . . ?" Hazel asked, very much confused.
Cedric gave a light chuckle and said, "You've been asleep for nearly 2 days."
"WHAT? !" Hazel shrieked, pulling herself up and staring at her surroundings, completely woahed.
"There is no way in hell that I slept that long!" She said to him laudly, not caring about the 'shut up!'s of the other occupants of the Hospital Wing. There wasn't one thing on any of the stands so no one that came to see her (if anyone did) had left anything. She swung her legs over the side of the bed to realise that someone had changed her in to her pajama's making her blush at the embarassment of having someone change her clothes for her.
"What are you doing?" Cedric asked urgently, standing up and grabbing her when her knee's started to buckle.
"I'm going back to the Common Room." Hazel snapped when he tryed to put her back on the bed.
"Uhh no."
"But Ceddie. . ." Hazel whinned jokingly, before staring at him with a pouted lip and puppy dog eyes. "Pweeeeze!" she moaned at him. Cedric sighed tiredly. Hazel always knew how easy it was to get him to do something.
"Fine."
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By the time we got back to the common room everyone was already asleep, so we both chose to sleep too, and even though I had already slept for a really long time, he hadn't.
I gave a loud yawn as I walked into the 5th year girl's dormitory. The other girls were all asleep (for once) so I had absolutly no trouble with falling into bed and go to sleep.
When I stumbled onto the small bed, I landed on something soft, crushing it in the process.
"Lumos." I whispered, wand hanging loosly in my hand.
I had landed on a long-stemed turqiose carnation, making it look mangled- but still pretty. Wrapped around on of th small leaves was a red and gold ribbon, which attached to a note.
I read the messy scrole before placing the flower carfully on the chest at the end of my bed.
Sorry about Fred
I cryed myself to sleep that night.
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It had been two and a half months since that night. Two and half months of doing the exact same thing; Wake up, tame hair, go to breakfast, class, Quidditch practice, dinner, bed. Other then Hogsmeade, Halloween, and the night they all slept in the great hall, in had been rather boring and painful. Hazel had promised herself not to dwell on the horrid feeling in the pit of her tum, and she had also sworn not to tell any of the other Hufflepuffs. She saw Fred and George everyday in classes, Fred ignoring her, and George smiling softly whenever Fred wasn't looking. For most, it was her fault; but she knew that if Fred hadn't said those words, they would still be best friends, and would probally be acting like it again.
But no. Fred ended it, so he was gonna have to start it again.
Presently, She was getting ready for the first Quidditch match of the season. It had origonally been set as Griffindor/Slytherin, but the stupid prat Malfoy was playing hooky, so they rescheduled.
Hazel didn't know if the twins knew she was a beater; she hadn't exactly told them. But if they didn't know by now, they were going to be in for quite a surprise.
Most people at Hogwarts that actually knew she was one of the new beaters thought that she was too weak. You need alot of upper strength, and apparently she didn't have that. Pfft.
Hazel gave a long dramatic sigh as she wrapped her now normal sun-kissed hair into a tight ponytail at the back of her head. Anthony Rickett- the other beater- gave a nervous laugh when she entered the Quidditch (OMG I don't remember what its called. .) locker room(?). Anthony and her were now good friends, along with the rest of the team. The only one Hazel didn't really like was Herbert Fleet (the Keeper) who tended to hit on her every chase he got.
"Are you nervous?" Anthony whispered in her ear, still not being able to talk openly infront of the rest of the team.
Hazel smiled softly at him and whispered back in a teasing voice, "Sort of, but only cause Griffindor nearly always beats us; damn gits."
"Well, technically they didn't beat us they beat our house team." Anthony said back, a grin on his face.
Hazel shook her head and gave him the best 'What ever' face she could muster, making him laugh. Just then Cedric came through the door to the Captains change room, making everyone stop talking when they saw the look of disgust on his face.
"What is it?" Heidi Macavoy, Chaser and only other girl on the team asked him.
Cedric huffed and looked around at all of our uniforms before saying in a tired voice, "You're gonna need to use your goggles this match." We all groaned and grabbed our buldgy goggles from our lockers.
*grab*
"What the fuck are you doing! ?" Hazel shreiked as Herbert's hand squeezed her butt. He gave her an innocent look as he quickly removed his hand from the view of the team. Hazel threw the most nasty look at him and snatched her goggles from the hook at the back of her locker. Not five minutes later they were all standing infront of the opening doors fiddling with our goggles.
"Crap, now I'm nervous." Hazel spoke in an annoyed voice, earning a few chukles from those who she told she wouldn't ever be nervous before a game.
"Told You." Cedric said smugly from infront of her. Hazel scowled at the back of his head.
The three Chasers all sucked in a breath as the double doors infront opened with a gust of harsh wind. In the distance you could barley hear the cheers of other students in the stands. Apparently even though the weather was horrid, there classmates still had to be there. Blindly, the team mounted their brooms and flew out to the centre of the pitch.
They all moved to there respected places and waited for the balls to be out. Hazel rode her broom to where Anthony was and hovered beside him. Across from them were identical faces of confusion. Probally wondering who we are. . . Hazel hoped. Suddenly the bludgers were up, the snitch was sailing away, and the quaffle was being passed through the teams.
Hazel, straining to straining to find one of the bludgers, grasped her bat tightly before soaring into the misting fog. It was a rather tough game, but she still managed to get quite a few good hits at the bludgers. Though she still didn't know whether or not Fred and George knew she was there. Oh Well.
The game was going pretty well actually. No one got hurt, and everyone was having 'fun' in a wierd way. Well, it was going good till they saw Harry Potter plumet to the ground. That set back the mood.
Cedric caught the snitch though, which made the team feel good and bad. Which is why He asked Hazel to come with him to the teachers to offer a rematch.
Sadly, they were turned down, which made the whole team feel bad. Before her or Cedric even changed back into their robes, they went to check onb Harry in the hospital wing.
"Is he ok?" Cedric asked when they approached the group of Gryffindors huddled around one of the beds.
The whole team turned to stare at the two stray Hufflepuff's, surprised that Cedric was there. Oliver Wood spoke first, "He'll be fine."
Hazel let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding and ripped her goggles off, only realising then that she hadn't already. Vaugley, she heard two shocked intakes of breath.
Without looking at either of the red haired boys, Hazel turned to Cedric and whispered softly, "I'm gonna go change, you can tell them about Madem Hooch turning down the offer of a rematch." Then walked quickly out of the wing.
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"Hey." Jake said happily from the circular couch in the common room. Hazel gave a relieved smile and went to sit next to him.
The night when they got back from Hogsmeade, the same night they had to sleep in a great hall, Jake had openly confessed his feelings for Hazel, and had shyly asked to be "Boyfriend, Girlfriend". She hadn't really thought much of it before (well, not true. She thought of it a lot.) and was quite surprised by it, but had excepted none the less. But she was happy. Before she would mope around about Fred and George and would barely smile at anyone, but after that night she had started smiling more, laugh at everything, and was generaly happy again.
But it was a depressing happiness. And she still felt awkward in classes with the twins, after all, they were her best friends, and she was still waiting for the point they break and start acting normal again.
"I missed you." Jake whispered softly, leaning down and captureing Hazel's mouth in a heart warming kiss. She had to admit, that even though she was sad most of the time, she was completely smitten for Jake. And he was an amazing kisser too.
Hazel giggled softly when Jake pulled her onto his lap, tongue dancing with hers. Pulling away, she pressed her forhead to his and whispered back, "We saw eachother four hours ago." with a laugh.
"Doesn't mean I didn't miss you." He said amusingly, pulling his forhead away and looking at the fireplace. Hazel leaned her head on his shoulder and had the need to ask 'So did you finish your homework yet?' like she would if they weren't dating. She felt a bit awkward towards the fact that she didn't have the nerve to just flat out and ask that anymore. Come to think of it, she felt awkward about a lot of things these days.
"So. . . we won." She said trying to hide the disapointment in her voice.
"You sound depressed about that." Her boyfriend said in an amused way.
Damn it.
"Yeah, well. . . that Harry Potter kid got hurt. . well, faint actually, but when he fainted he few. . .and that was a long drop. Plus, Ced says that Harry was this close to catching the snitch, so it doesn't really seem fair to take it. . .ya know?" Hazel rambled awkwardly.
Jake laughed, making her wonder if he was only dating her for the amusment and snogging, or if he really cared for her; it seemed their whole relationship was 50% him laughing at her, 40% snogging, and 10% actually talking.
"So. . ." Jake's voice interupted her train of thought, ". . .There's only one more weekend before christmas vacation, want to go to Hogsmeade with me?"
Hazel looked up at him and nearly sighed in annoyence, she liked him and all, but asking her to go to Hogsmeade every other weekend! ? This was getting upserd.
"Ummm. . ." Hazel didn't want to say no and hurt his feelings, but she knew she wasn't gonna say yes. "Let me think about it." she finished, deciding it was the best answer. Jake frowned down at her before shrugging and pushing her gently off his lap.
"I'm gonna go to bed, 'Night." He said with a loud completely fake yawn. Hazel felt the urge to roll her eyes but fought it off till he went upstairs.
". . .I know right! He is so using her." Hazel heard one of the fourth year girls whisper to another from the table behind her. Not wanting to listen to their jealousy, but not wanting to not hear it, Hazel leaned back into the couch to get a better hearing.
". . .Did you hear about his date with Mariel last week?"
Wait, Mariel? As in sweet bushy haired flat chested Mariel?
"That Ravenclaw girl? Yeah! She spent like an hour practically yelling at her friends about it at dinner."
That's not true. It can't be, I would've heard it. Wait, wasn't I sick last week ? !
"Ya know, I sort of feel bad for that Razelle girl, I am her boyfriends like cheating on her!"
Bitch, it's HAZEL not RAZELLE! And how could JAKE of all people be a cheater. . .?
"Well the rumors say that he's cheating on her. We don't know if it's true."
I like that one the best.
"But but but! Did you see the way he acts around her? And look at his eyes when he's with her! Nothing but boredness!"
Fuck this.
"Oh my God! Your so righ-"
"You know girls. . . " Hazel cut one of them off. They all stared at her, horrified that she overheard them. "You should really keep your noses out of other people's business. It just proves to everyone that you have no life and are desperate make enemies." Hazel finished. She then turned and started to walk out of the room; when she got to the door, she called back, "And the name's Hazel."
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The next day Hazel was on the look out for anything odd about Jake's behavier, which proved to be difficult seeing as she missed breakfast, and she didn't have anytime to speak to him in any of her classes. By the time Divination rolled in, Hazel had given up the task of even trying to catch his attention.
Divination was one of the classes she didn't ever want to give up, but at times she often found it to be boring. Professer Trelawney's outbursts no longer seemed amusing in any way, leaving her to be sit there bored until the older woman came to check her own cup.
I like the crystal balls better, you don't have to wait to know the actual reading of the cup. . . Hazel thought as she skimmed through the pages of 'The Dream Oracle' and 'Unfogging the Future'.
"Oh dear. . ." The professer's voice brought her head up. Surprisingly, the teacher was holding Hazel's very own cup in her quivvering hands.
"I see heartbreak and suffering, though happiness will come soon after. . ." Professer Trelawney spoke in a slightly worried voice before placing the cup back down and heading to the next table. Hazel's partner -a Ravenclaw boy- stared at her a few seconds with worry. After looking in her cup again and frantically searching through the books for proof that the profecey was correct, Hazel felt a pang at the bottem of her stomache, knowing that two of the three things the professer said was going to probally happen.
I had a lot more for this, but I could write it all tonight, and I'm really busy tomorrow (well today its 3:17 Am) so I'm just gonna post it now.
~Alyssa
