A\N Hello everyone. My new chapter is up. I know I've already said this but if you have and questions or ideas tell me. I'm just one person and it would be nice to get some outside views. Also this chappie id fairly long and contains a part that thick it kinda sappy but you know it works. MtM?

Chapter Ten –

The Room of Requirement, Amongst Other Things

"Follow you where?"

"Into the Room of Requirement!" -

As Draco said this, a plain wooden door appeared on the black wall. Opening the door Draco led the astounded Sere inside. The room was large and had an assortment of stuff piled everywhere. In the disarray someone had placed a work table and two chairs. There was a small pile of books placed on it.

Finally coming to her senses in this bizarre setting, Sere turned to Draco accusingly. "Why did you bring me here? What do you need?" It was clear she would not forget what he had said before. She pointed her finger at him.

Draco put up his hands, "Whoa, I thought I could trust you enough to ask you to help me." The blonde haired boy pulled off his makeshift hat, the hair underneath was no longer blonde, it was bright pink. Draco looked at the floor, his face beet red. The colour of his hair and his face clashed horribly.

Sere started to giggle, she tried to smother it but it turned into a full hearted laugh.

"It's not my fault!" Draco cried.

Sere stopped laughing long enough to ask, "Well, how is your hair pink then?" The green eyed girl was almost crying.

Draco sighed and sat down; he couldn't have expected any less of a reaction. It was still embarrassing. "I was returning to my common room, when I passed a mirror on the 3rd floor, my hair was pink. It wasn't like this when I left the 4th floor. Something funny happened between the stairs and the mirror. There was this weird soft buzzing sound." The Slythern was starting to ramble. There was a pause he looked at Sere, "Will you please help me, get back it to normal that is?"

"Ok," said Sere through her continual laughter. She sat at the table and flipped through the nearest book. It was a habit that she did when thinking. Sere noticed it mentioned hair in the book so she flipped to the front cover. The book was titled, 'Hair Right. Spells for every hairy need!'

Sere found a spell that might work; she looked up at Draco and raised an eyebrow. She found this all very funny.

"Tell me again why I should help you."

Draco looked like this was the most obvious thing in the world. "Because you're the only one I know and trust to show this, let alone ask for help. Anyone else would leave me with pink hair and if I ever got it changed back they would never let me live it down."

"Ok," said Sere still highly amused. "But you didn't give me a good reason why you need me to help you."

"I… I gave you a reason," spluttered Draco. 'Why do I have to like her out of all people? She's a mudblood . . . . Oh well.'

"It's not good enough." Sere stated plainly. "Why do I care if your friends make fun of you? I wouldn't care if the whole school knew you had pink hair."

'He's so cute when he's like this. Come to your senses. Excellent. What are you talking about. Nothing.'

"A good reason?" Draco spluttered again, his face was pale, but it was covered in red splotches.

Sere was looking at the book so she didn't see Draco's antics. He was pacing and pulling at his hair. She looked up; it looked like he was talking to someone she couldn't see, or himself. Sere smiled, waved her wand and muttered the spell. Draco's hair turned back to its light blonde. He turned around, still moving his arms; he looked like he was going to say something. Draco then saw Sere putting away her wand, smiling. His hands flew up to his hair.

"You did it!" he cried. "I didn't even give you a good reason! I was going to give you a reason too. My you girls are so impatient. . ."

'And you boys are incredibly slow,' Sere thought, "Draco! Draco! Draco!"

"What!"

"You're babbling."

"Really? Ok I'll stop."

Sere sat down at the table and found her charms stuff, she had never seen Draco act like this before. The boy was still walking around, running his hand through his hair and muttering. He eventually sat down and looked directly at Sere.

"Thank you," he said gravely.

"You're welcome. Now can we work?"

"Oh yeah, right." The boy said sheepishly.

It was late when the pair finished and the halls were deserted. Sere passed the bubble filled corridor, the mud had been cleaned up but the bubbles remained.

'I wonder how many more people are going to get covered in mud. Beats me.'

The silent laughter that filled the school, as she left, went unnoticed.

The next morning Sere found herself gazing longingly out the window at the Quiddich pitch. History of Magic was as boring as usual and the red head was enjoying the quietness of the class. It was an easy class that next to nobody paid attention in. It was common for Sere to do her Ancient Runes homework during Professor Binn's lectures, but she had too much to talk about. She still hadn't gotten over the hilarity and out of characterness from the night before.

'Why did he come to me of all people? You're really asking that? Yes. Besides you can't answer a question with a question. If you can't figure it out for yourself I'll tell you later. Why are you always so difficult? It's my nature. . . . If I were you, I wouldn't be worrying about why he came to you, but how did his hair get pink. Why does that matter? Cause one of his friends or himself could have turned his hair pink just so for an excuse. Get what I'm saying. Yes, but I refuse to believe that. Just because you like him is no reason to refuse to see the possibilities. Besides he's always nice, acts normally, when we work together. Teenagers.

Later that day, after her classes were finished, Sere found herself sitting in the quiddich bleachers. She was alone and a cool wind played with her hair. Sere had sat there for around 45 minutes when she heard a quiet voice that broke her concentration.

"Is this seat taken?" a bushy haired girl asked.

"No," replied Sere, finding this question kind of odd because the bleachers were empty. "You're Hermione right?"

"Yes I am," the other girl answered.

"What brings you out to the pitch?"

"Well, I'm going to watch Quiddich practice." Hermione pointed at the Gryffindor team who were slowly trickling out of the changing rooms. She then absently started reading a book while waiting.

"Oh," said Sere as she peered out at the team. She quickly picked out a mass of black hair and followed it to the pitch.

"Anna?" came Hermione's voice form beside her.

"Yes," she replied.

"Dou you like Quiddich?" asked Hermione.

"Yeah, I absolutely love it," said Sere looking down at the pitch.

"Why didn't you try-out for the Ravenclaw team?" The girl beside her asked, Sere sighed, not this again.

"Well, Cho and I had this huge fight over the stupidest thing. She is the team captain so I really didn't have much of a chance."

Hermione nodded, "What was the fight about?" Sere blushed.

"Harry." The other girl raised her eyebrow in interest. So Sere told her the entire story. When she was finished the red haired girl asked," So are you here to watch your friends or is there another reason?"

"Well, yes of course I came to watch Harry and Ron they are my best friends and well Ron is my boy friend. But if you really want to know I have a secret love for Quiddich as well."

It was Sere's turn the raise her eyebrows in interest and Hermione's turn to blush.

"You see when I started at Hogwarts I couldn't fly, I couldn't even get the broom to go into my hands. I was hopeless. When Harry got onto the team I envied him and was jealous. I love quiddich, I've read every book in the library about it. But no amount of reading could ever help. So I pretended that quiddich is useless and that I was completely clueless about all it's tactics.

Then in the summer before our forth year, that was the same summer as the Quiddich World Cup, which we went to but any way. Harry and I were staying at the Weasley's I decided that I wanted to learn how to fly. Ron's older brother Fred caught me trying to break into their broom shed. I confessed, he laughed, but not in a mean way , then taught me the basics..."

Hermione's voice trailed kind of trailed off as she remembered that day.

'It had been a fairly foggy day and she had told the Weasley household and harry that she was going for a walk and would be back later. In truth she had been determined to get into their shed to find a broom. As she fiddled with the lock and cursed under her breath she failed to hear the soft footsteps behind her.

A large hand was placed on her shoulder and a voice hissed in her ear. "Caught yah!"

She whirled around to face this person. "Hermione?" came the voice, this time startled.

"What are you doing?" It was Fred.

The brown haired girl flushed and mumbled something. The freckled face boy looked surprised for a second but the regular cheeky, mischievous grin was soon plastered on his face. Fred opened the shed and grabbed a pair of brooms and a quaffle. The then took a sheepish Hermione by the hand and led her to the orchard that was a short distance from his house. There he taught her how to properly fly. As it turned out she was quite good. The spent a great deal of the afternoon chasing and passing the quaffle.

Later just when they were about to finish, he flew up beside her and looked at her flushed, beaming face. A faint trickle of light had poked through the fog and had hit her hair just right. He thought she was beautiful.

As Hermione looked back at Fred she noticed just how different he actually was from George. With his sparkling blue grey eyes, she was sure his twin's eyes didn't sparkle, and his cute freckled covered nose.

Fred stared back at her with a loss for words, from that second on she was no longer just Ron's bookish friend. The minute became long; almost awkward, as they sat in the air.

"Tag your it!" he then shouted with a slight tap to her shoulder and voomed off.

The moment had been broken, but Hermione chased after Fred any way.'

Sere had been sitting watching the practice, wondering what the other girl was thinking about while she had been caught up in a memory. A cool wind came up and she tugged at her collar to ward of the chill it brought. The also brought a third person to join them.

"Hermione," came the breathless shout from near the stands, Ron was coming towards them on his broom. The bushy haired girl shook her head and sighed. However much she enjoyed that day flying, she was here now and was going out with Ron. She smiled as the keeper came up short in front of her.

"Hermione," Ron repeated.

"Yes?" she answered back.

"What are you doing later?"

"Studying, Ron and doing homework. But right now I'm here watching your practice instead of doing it."

The boy's face fell, and quickly brighten. "What are you doing on Saturday?"

"I don't know. Why?"

He grinned at her sweetly, "Wanna got to Hogsmeade with me?"

"Sure, I'd love too." His grin widened as he flew off. "Boys." Hermione muttered as she turned back tot Sere. "What were we talking about?"

"Quiddich."

"Ah yes."

"Would you be interested in playing on a quiddich team?"

"Why?"

"Just a question."

"Yeah, I really would."

That evening Sere met Draco in the R of R, they were working o an Ancient Runes project. Draco sat at the table while Sere walked around dictating notes to him. His hair had been pushed up in troubled frustration. While Draco liked ancient runes, because it was interesting, it wasn't making any sense.

"Anna!" the blonde boy whined, "I'm confused."

The girl stopped pacing and went to the table, looking over Draco's shoulder at their work. The writing on the page looked just as strange as the stuff she'd been reading out of the book. After looking at it for a moment she sat down in the chair nxt to Draco.

"Well?" he asked hopefully.

"Confusing." She answered back with a smile. Draco at her in a strange strangled sort of way. "Well it looks confusing as the rest so I guess it should be right. I say we call it a night."

Draco sighed, "Alright." He stared at her for a moment then at their notes. "I hope you're right about this." Sere shrugged. Shaking his head, Draco packed up his stuff while Sere watched him. He was about to leave when Sere called out.

"Hey wait."

"What?" Draco had stopped with his hand on the door knob.

Sere got up, went over to him and flattened his hair. "You can't go out looking so ruffled. What would everyone think?" She then smiled and walked out the door leaving a quite stunned looking Draco.

Harry stood outside the library trying to decide what to do. He really wanted to do this but he was afraid of rejection. The dark haired boy was still muttering to himself when Sere came around the corner on her way back to the Ravenclaw common room.

"Hi, " she said as she walked by.

"Hi," harry answered back. ' Wait, this was his chance,' " Anna?"

She turned around yes?"

"Do you want to go to Hogsmede with me?" He held his breath.

"Sure, said Sere with a smile, "1 o'clock at the Three Broomsticks, Sorry it can't be earlier I promised my friends I'd go shopping with them in the morning."

Harry nodded and she continued on her way. 'What am I doing? What ever do you mean? Well lets see I'm a) going to Hogmede with Harry after, b) finally showing some affection. And? Leave me alone. With pleasure.'

Luna and Chelsea found Sere in the common room 15 minutes later with her head in her hands.

"What's up?" asked the freckled girl.

Sere looked up as her friends sat on either side of her and sadly told them of her predicament.

"Well, well, "said Chelsea after Sere had finished, "at least they're both cute." The other girl threw a pillow at her. "Alright, alright. I think you should go with Harry on Saturday, tell us about how it went and then go from their."

Sere scowled, Saturday was bound to be interesting.