Annie woke up to Hermione's shaking. "Hey sleepy head! She said smiling. "Are you okay? Its nearly twelve."
Annie felt a surge of panic and shot up straight in her bed. "TWELVE?!" She screamed looking around to see that no one was in the dorm. "Oh my how could I have slept in so late?"
"Annie..." Hermione said trying to calm her. "ANNIE!" she finally screamed and one that made Annie stop dead in her tracks.
"What?"
"Its Sunday." Hermione said sitting on Annie's bed. Annie just now noticed that Hermione wasn't in her uniform the one identical to the one Annie was hastily changing into.
"Oh." Annie said simply changing out of her uniform now.
Hermione laughed. "Man you and Harry both. I swear you two are like on the same brainwave or something. Ron just went to get Harry up."
Annie sat on the chest in front of her bed, only to stand back up in a hurry to find she was sitting on a rather big book.
"What's that?" Hermione said looking over to Annie.
"I don't know."Annie said picking up the book and unwrapping it from a gold paper. There was no card, and she opened the book to find something writing on the inside cover.
From Harry.
Annie smiled and flipped back to the main cover it read. "How to make you dunce a star- broom transformation. By: Gina Luttrell"
"What?" Hermione said again now coming over to Annie and reading over her shoulder. "Oh I saw that in the bookstore yesterday."
Annie flipped open the book and let Hermione read it. "Ohhh..." She said giving her a sly smile. "Well I guess we have work to do."
Annie grinned at her friend. Then the both of them bounced onto her bed, setting the broom in the middle of them, and opened the book.
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Harry didn't see the point in having Quidditch practices anymore. The only thing they ever did was go over plans and plays. Everyone, especially Fred and George, were getting sick of it.
They were stuck in the locker room, and Harry was aching to get out into the sunshine and feel the cool breeze in his face.
"Come on!" Fred whined, " I want to get out there and actually do this stuff, not just talk about it!"
Alicia put her hands on her hips, "You know we can't do this without a decent keeper, and no one seems to want the position."
A huge sigh went throughout the room, and Harry saw Fred and George go into a horrible death scene.
"Ahem," said a voice from behind them. Everybody turned, including Harry to see Annie standing in the doorway. "You willing to try me out?"
Never in her life had Annie been so good at something. From the brief explanation Harry had given her of Quidditch, she expected it to be hard. It was simply: quaffle come, you catch, hit or anything necessary to keep it from the hoops. Only a few got past her, and that's when she was trying not to fall off the broom, which she had still not gotten used to the speed and agility of.
After they had landed, Fred and George almost tackled her saying, "She's almost as good as Wood!" Wood, she didn't know who he was, but all she cared about was that this was the happiest she'd been since her letters came, but she had this nagging feeling that Harry was avoiding her.
Harry truthfully had no idea why he was doing what he was doing, but still he sat on Annie's bed, waiting for her to come back from the party that he didn't bother to attend. In and out he saw several girls com in, but the paid him no mind, mostly because they couldn't see him. There was a dim lighting that remained on all the time that illuminated the room. It wasn't all that different from the boys' dorms, only the bedding and decor was more "flowery" than in his dormitories.
A few moments later, he heard a familiar voice from outside the door. Anne was coming. When the door burst open, the first thing she said was, "Hi, Harry."
It took Harry a moment or two to figure out that his foot was uncovered, then he took his cloak off.
"Thank you for the book " She said lightly, setting her new Quidditch robes on the bed and sat down beside him as if nothing was wrong, which made Harry even more ticked.
Annie seemed to read his expression, "What's wrong?"
Harry retorted, "Why should I tell you if you obviously don't trust me to tell me stuff,"
Annie looked at him in a mixture of hurt and confusion, "What?!" She asked in a stressed voice and Harry could tell she was trying not to yell. She stood up, looking down at him.
Harry stood up to meet her gaze, "Restless... malicious? Sound familiar?"
Annie just stood there, looking at him in disbelief, "Of course," she said, "When you dropped off the book..."
"Nice way to thank me," Harry said coldly.
Now it was Annie's turn to get mad. In order not to be tempted to hit him, she picked up her robes, and started putting them away, "It's my life..." she said so quietly that she wasn't sure if she was the one speaking, she knew she was going to regret what she was going to say, but she didn't care, "It's my life and I will do with it what I please,"
Harry rounded on Annie, who was yet again looking into his deep green eyes, but now they were flaring with anger, "Yes," he said, his fists clenched, "its your life and you can count me out of it."
Annie said nothing as she watched Harry slam the door behind him. She pulled out from behind her back two letters. One said: Timid and was addressed to Annie. The other said: I love you and was addressed to Harry.
Annie didn't come down to the common room or the Great Hall at all for the next two days; in fact, the only time Harry ever saw Anne was in classes. He was caught up in a world that he wasn't sure he wanted to be in. Hermione wasn't talking to him either. Ron, Harry thought, only took Harry's side because he was his best friend, not because he agreed with Harry. Therefore, Ron didn't speak much to him about it.
It was hard to know what he was feeling. There was no cease to his anger towards Annie, but at the same time he felt as if he could have handled things better, maybe asked why or let her explain. Either way, the anger he felt didn't change the way Annie made him feel, and guilt pressed into his mind day and night.
One day, he was sitting in the Great Hall playing with his food when he spotted Hermione walking up to the corridor towards the Gryffindor house. Immediately he jumped up and started after her. He knew that if Hermione was taking food somewhere, Annie was likely to be there. Hermione took no notice to him as he walked stealthily behind her. The two of them walked into the common room, and Harry was surprised at what he saw. Annie was sitting on the couch, looking except for a few tear stains very well. She smiled when she saw Hermione, but when she saw of Harry she scowled.
"Can I help you?" She said, making Hermione jump.
"It's the common room," Harry said simply, "I can come and go as I please."
Annie responded quickly. She simply stood and started to head to the dormitories, but Harry cut her off. He could see the anger in her bight blue eyes.
"You wanted out of my life," she said with what Harry could tell was much difficulty, "you got what you wanted. Now please move."
Harry didn't move a muscle, and he paid dearly for it too, for he felt a sharp pain across his face, and the force of the blow knocked him off his feet. Annie simply stepped around him and continued up the stairs.
It took a few moments for the world to come back into focus or as focused as it could be with his glasses knocked off his face, but Hermione was standing over him all the same.
"I forgot..." Harry said. Indeed he had forgotten how fierce Annie was.
"Well it would do better to remember next time then," Hermione said coldly, "Although I though you would be smart enough to say the only two words that would've made her stop."
Harry stood up, quickly fixed his glasses, then glared at his friend, "I'm not the one who should be sorry," he said, "She's the one who lied."
Hermione let out a grunt of disapproval, and said, "You idiot! Why do you think she hid it from you? Huh? She was trying to protect you from You-Know-Who! She told me that since You-Know-Who hadn't made a peep since last year that she thought that he might be dangerous for you to be worrying about her and not having you guard up. Ask Sirius. He heard us," and with that Hermione stormed up the stairs.
Annie felt a surge of panic and shot up straight in her bed. "TWELVE?!" She screamed looking around to see that no one was in the dorm. "Oh my how could I have slept in so late?"
"Annie..." Hermione said trying to calm her. "ANNIE!" she finally screamed and one that made Annie stop dead in her tracks.
"What?"
"Its Sunday." Hermione said sitting on Annie's bed. Annie just now noticed that Hermione wasn't in her uniform the one identical to the one Annie was hastily changing into.
"Oh." Annie said simply changing out of her uniform now.
Hermione laughed. "Man you and Harry both. I swear you two are like on the same brainwave or something. Ron just went to get Harry up."
Annie sat on the chest in front of her bed, only to stand back up in a hurry to find she was sitting on a rather big book.
"What's that?" Hermione said looking over to Annie.
"I don't know."Annie said picking up the book and unwrapping it from a gold paper. There was no card, and she opened the book to find something writing on the inside cover.
From Harry.
Annie smiled and flipped back to the main cover it read. "How to make you dunce a star- broom transformation. By: Gina Luttrell"
"What?" Hermione said again now coming over to Annie and reading over her shoulder. "Oh I saw that in the bookstore yesterday."
Annie flipped open the book and let Hermione read it. "Ohhh..." She said giving her a sly smile. "Well I guess we have work to do."
Annie grinned at her friend. Then the both of them bounced onto her bed, setting the broom in the middle of them, and opened the book.
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Harry didn't see the point in having Quidditch practices anymore. The only thing they ever did was go over plans and plays. Everyone, especially Fred and George, were getting sick of it.
They were stuck in the locker room, and Harry was aching to get out into the sunshine and feel the cool breeze in his face.
"Come on!" Fred whined, " I want to get out there and actually do this stuff, not just talk about it!"
Alicia put her hands on her hips, "You know we can't do this without a decent keeper, and no one seems to want the position."
A huge sigh went throughout the room, and Harry saw Fred and George go into a horrible death scene.
"Ahem," said a voice from behind them. Everybody turned, including Harry to see Annie standing in the doorway. "You willing to try me out?"
Never in her life had Annie been so good at something. From the brief explanation Harry had given her of Quidditch, she expected it to be hard. It was simply: quaffle come, you catch, hit or anything necessary to keep it from the hoops. Only a few got past her, and that's when she was trying not to fall off the broom, which she had still not gotten used to the speed and agility of.
After they had landed, Fred and George almost tackled her saying, "She's almost as good as Wood!" Wood, she didn't know who he was, but all she cared about was that this was the happiest she'd been since her letters came, but she had this nagging feeling that Harry was avoiding her.
Harry truthfully had no idea why he was doing what he was doing, but still he sat on Annie's bed, waiting for her to come back from the party that he didn't bother to attend. In and out he saw several girls com in, but the paid him no mind, mostly because they couldn't see him. There was a dim lighting that remained on all the time that illuminated the room. It wasn't all that different from the boys' dorms, only the bedding and decor was more "flowery" than in his dormitories.
A few moments later, he heard a familiar voice from outside the door. Anne was coming. When the door burst open, the first thing she said was, "Hi, Harry."
It took Harry a moment or two to figure out that his foot was uncovered, then he took his cloak off.
"Thank you for the book " She said lightly, setting her new Quidditch robes on the bed and sat down beside him as if nothing was wrong, which made Harry even more ticked.
Annie seemed to read his expression, "What's wrong?"
Harry retorted, "Why should I tell you if you obviously don't trust me to tell me stuff,"
Annie looked at him in a mixture of hurt and confusion, "What?!" She asked in a stressed voice and Harry could tell she was trying not to yell. She stood up, looking down at him.
Harry stood up to meet her gaze, "Restless... malicious? Sound familiar?"
Annie just stood there, looking at him in disbelief, "Of course," she said, "When you dropped off the book..."
"Nice way to thank me," Harry said coldly.
Now it was Annie's turn to get mad. In order not to be tempted to hit him, she picked up her robes, and started putting them away, "It's my life..." she said so quietly that she wasn't sure if she was the one speaking, she knew she was going to regret what she was going to say, but she didn't care, "It's my life and I will do with it what I please,"
Harry rounded on Annie, who was yet again looking into his deep green eyes, but now they were flaring with anger, "Yes," he said, his fists clenched, "its your life and you can count me out of it."
Annie said nothing as she watched Harry slam the door behind him. She pulled out from behind her back two letters. One said: Timid and was addressed to Annie. The other said: I love you and was addressed to Harry.
Annie didn't come down to the common room or the Great Hall at all for the next two days; in fact, the only time Harry ever saw Anne was in classes. He was caught up in a world that he wasn't sure he wanted to be in. Hermione wasn't talking to him either. Ron, Harry thought, only took Harry's side because he was his best friend, not because he agreed with Harry. Therefore, Ron didn't speak much to him about it.
It was hard to know what he was feeling. There was no cease to his anger towards Annie, but at the same time he felt as if he could have handled things better, maybe asked why or let her explain. Either way, the anger he felt didn't change the way Annie made him feel, and guilt pressed into his mind day and night.
One day, he was sitting in the Great Hall playing with his food when he spotted Hermione walking up to the corridor towards the Gryffindor house. Immediately he jumped up and started after her. He knew that if Hermione was taking food somewhere, Annie was likely to be there. Hermione took no notice to him as he walked stealthily behind her. The two of them walked into the common room, and Harry was surprised at what he saw. Annie was sitting on the couch, looking except for a few tear stains very well. She smiled when she saw Hermione, but when she saw of Harry she scowled.
"Can I help you?" She said, making Hermione jump.
"It's the common room," Harry said simply, "I can come and go as I please."
Annie responded quickly. She simply stood and started to head to the dormitories, but Harry cut her off. He could see the anger in her bight blue eyes.
"You wanted out of my life," she said with what Harry could tell was much difficulty, "you got what you wanted. Now please move."
Harry didn't move a muscle, and he paid dearly for it too, for he felt a sharp pain across his face, and the force of the blow knocked him off his feet. Annie simply stepped around him and continued up the stairs.
It took a few moments for the world to come back into focus or as focused as it could be with his glasses knocked off his face, but Hermione was standing over him all the same.
"I forgot..." Harry said. Indeed he had forgotten how fierce Annie was.
"Well it would do better to remember next time then," Hermione said coldly, "Although I though you would be smart enough to say the only two words that would've made her stop."
Harry stood up, quickly fixed his glasses, then glared at his friend, "I'm not the one who should be sorry," he said, "She's the one who lied."
Hermione let out a grunt of disapproval, and said, "You idiot! Why do you think she hid it from you? Huh? She was trying to protect you from You-Know-Who! She told me that since You-Know-Who hadn't made a peep since last year that she thought that he might be dangerous for you to be worrying about her and not having you guard up. Ask Sirius. He heard us," and with that Hermione stormed up the stairs.