Harrietta Potter Chapter 10

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Harri was asleep. Or at least, she was pretending to be. She wanted to sleep, she just couldn't. She was restless, and had tried everything she could think of to help herself sleep. She counted read a book, she counted sheep, she thought about sleeping, she even recited every spell she could think of, plus all the instructions she could remember for every potion she could remember. Nothing was working. Now she found herself sitting there pretending to sleep, as if that would trick her body into actually falling asleep. Even if her body didn't believe it, the other girls in her dorm did, especially Parvati and Lavender.

"Oh my god you wouldn't believe what Harri did today."

"What?"

"She pretended she was a penguin and embarrassed all of Gryffindor by trying to dance with the Slytherins in the great hall, like a penguin."

"I'm sure she was just trying to tick them off, as usual."

"Yes, but she looked ridiculous."

"I know, she's so weird." Said Lavender.

"Definitely weird." Said Parvati.

"I completely agree, she's completely bonkers." Harri agreed.

Parvati and Lavendar went silent. Harri pretended to snore. Then she said, "The spoon is very rambunctious today, perhaps we should scallop a tiara with the spritzy snarf."

"She's just talking in her sleep," said Lavender.

"You sure?"

"Yes. Good thing she is asleep though, it would be so embarrassing if she heard us."

Harri smirked to herself. She was so good at faking sleep.

The next day Hermione approached Harri.

"I heard the girls last night, they're talking woke me up. And I know you weren't asleep either."

"So?"

"So? Did what they say hurt at all? They were very mean."

"Well, what they said is true, I can be very weird. Whether I'm an embarrassment, well I don't think so, but if they're feeling embarrassed they can talk to me about it. I guess it hurt a little, but really there's no point to the feeling because I like who I am, and if they don't I shouldn't care about their opinions."

"Do you really believe that?"

"Sometimes." Harri giggled. "But I just love giving inspiring speeches. I figured this was a great opportunity. Anything else you got? I'm in a mood for inspiring speeches."

Hermione just rolled her eyes.

Draco Malfoy was walking down the hallway on his way to class when he noticed Harri and Hermione. He didn't want them to notice him, so he ducked behind a pillar.

"What am I doing?" he thought. "I am a Malfoy, and why am I hiding? She's weird, and I'm a Malfoy, so I'm better than her, and her cute little curly curls, and the way her eyes light up when she smiles, which is frequent, so her eyes are always lit up. But I'm a Malfoy, and I will not hide! I will march up right past her and sniff my nose at her, because I am a Malfoy. And....I'm a Malfoy. And just because the robe swirls around her ankles in a majestic way and she's just so talented and funny doesn't mean that she has any more of a right to be standing in the hallway than I do."

So Malfoy walked right up to Harri, sneered at her and sniffed, because he was a Malfoy, and walked on.

"What's his problem?" Hermione asked.

"Isn't it obvious? He's a Malfoy." Harri replied.

Angelina Johnson was in class, and she was slouching. Like most teenage girls who are more heavily endowed in the upper chest area, she slouched so close to the desk her chesticles were sitting on top of it, as if on a platter for all to see. Many do not notice it, but when girls with a chest slouch, they tend to sit in that position. Today, a boy did notice it. His name was Scot Neldmanndie and he had never noticed Angelina's breasts before that day. But it was History of Magic, a particularly boring class, and Angelina was in a particularly slouchy mood. Scot didn't realize he was staring, but his subconscious did. And his subconscious reacted. Sitting right beside him was his friend Perl, a boy, not a girl, and he had a bit of a crush on Scot. He noticed Scot's subconscious reaction, and so Perl started to blush. He didn't notice he was blushing. Angelina didn't notice Scot starting, Scot didn't realize he had reacted, and Perl didn't realize he was blushing. Then Angelina noticed Perl blushing, and thought he was blushing at her. She smiled. Scot thought she smiled at him, so he sat up with a jerk and smacked his knee on his desk. Perl thought maybe Scot knew he had a crush on him, and so looked away. All of a sudden that area of the room became very awkward. Muggle or Magic, teenagers are funny creatures.

Oliver was alone in the hallway, and he was wearing his sparkly clip. He looked left, right, forward and behind, and no one was there. He did a happy dance. In the middle of his best dance move, a castle ghost walked through the walls, and watched Oliver. Oliver continued his happy dance, and when he turned around, the ghost was still watching. He clapped, Oliver bowed, and they continued on their way.