Authors note: Another day another chapter. . .
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to J.K. Rowling's characters from Harry Potter. All OC's are of my own design.
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Chapter 10: Please don't make me look like a hooker. . .
It was the second week of school and Heather was already buried under a pile of homework. "Sweet jumping camels, do they have to give us so much?" Heather asked in bewilderment as she copied down the assignment that McGonagall had assigned.
McGonagall arched an eyebrow. "Well Ms. Foxx, what kind of a future do you think you're going to have if you don't do well on the N.E.W.T.'s?" she asked. Heather held her head up high. "I'm going to be a professional bum!" she declared.
Professor McGonagall rolled her eyes heavenward. "Class dismissed." she sighed. Students were packing up their matericals when the professor called, "Ms. Foxx, wait just a moment please."
'Crap.'
Heather walked up to McGonagall's desk, wracking her brain trying to think of what she might have done to land her a lecture. The professor leveled the girl a stern look and said, "Lee Jordan is not going to be commentating for the first quidditch match this term, would you consider filling the position?"
Heather looked as if Christmas had come early. "Sure thing!" She said enthusicastically. She took her instructions from McGonagall about getting the names of the team members and a piece of parchment on proper comentation techniques.
McGonagall shook her head as she watched the girl bound out of the room. That Foxx girl, she was truly a magnificently gifted student. Never in all her life had she seen a student with more potential. If only she would take things more seriously like Miss Granger did. But no, she supposed it wouldn't make her the same. "A puzzle that one is." She commented to herself as she began to set up for her next class.
Heather sat down at the Gryffindor table and ladled herself a large bowl of potato soup.
"Hello poppits, what is new in the world of the Weasley's?" She asked the twins. They looked up and hid the piece of parchment that they were bent over. "Nothing." They chimed.
"Oh come off it, it's never NOTHING with you two, Accio parchment." They made a desperate grab for the paper, but it sailed away and into Heather's waiting hands. "Well now, this is curious." she said looking over the list of ingredients. "You're planning on making an aging potion." The twins glared at her. She merely grinned back. "Now what would happen if this particular bit of information got into the wrong hands, say your mum's?" she asked devilishly.
Their eyes becameas wide as saucers. Heather laughed roguishly. The twins didn't really have much respect for anything, but Molly scared the wits out of them. "NO!" they screamed. "We'll do anything!" Fred said. "Yes, name it and it's yours!" George pleaded.
Heather laughed and put a finger to her lips. "Now, let me think. . . ." she said thoughtfully. "I want you to go over to professor Snape, and confess your undying love for him!" she said with glee.
Watching their faces pale was priceless. Let's just call this pay back for that time when you make me follow McGonagall around and copy everything she did back in second year." She grinned. "I had to put up with three weeks of detention for that one."
They looked at her and grinned at each other. "Fine." they said as they got up and walked to the staff table. Heather watched on in delight as they professed their undying love for the greasy haired man using wild hand movements and words such as "Snapykinns" And "Make sweet love till sunrise."
The hall was alight with laughter. Heather was clutching her sides as if she would burst because she was laughing so much.
After they had been scolded and given a detention they walked back smiling. Heather wordlessly handed the parchment back once she could breath properly.
"Was our performance satisfactory?" George asked. Once Heather had regained composure she sat up strait. "Yes, very much so."
The Head master stood and said, "Well, that was interesting to say the least." with a smile. "I have and announcement to make." He said when the hall had hushed. "All classes on Friday are to be canceled for the day." The hall cheered in delight. "Instead you are to make yourselves presentable for the arrival of our guest. You are to wait in front of the castle at three o'clock. That is all." he said with a smile as he served himself a second helping of tuna salad.
"What! We have to wait outside!" Heather exclaimed. "It's bloody freezing outside!" she protested. McGonagall gave her a look that said if she continued then she would most defiantly be in detention that evening.
Thursday came and went quickly, all anyone could talk about was the transfer students. Heather grudgingly got up and grabbed her cloak. "Mow?" Her kitten asked. "I don't wanna go either." she said to the small feline before Ryan burst into the room.
"We're going to be late, let's go!" said Ryan, grabbing her cloak. "But the kitty doesn't want me to go." Heather said. "It's too early in the bonding stage; I need to keep him close to me." she complaned.
"Well then take the bloody cat with you, we haven't got all day." Ryan huffed. Heather looked at the kitten and shrugged. 'Why not? It's not like there's anything better to do out there.' She picked up the kitten and put it in her cloak pocket.
They made their way to the front of the school, Heather cursing the entire way. "It's bloody freezing out here! We're going to be waiting forever like ice cubes." She fumed. Ryan just nodded her head dragged Heather the rest of the way.
They had been waiting for twenty minuets and nothing had happened. "Cor, it's bloody cold out here." Fred complained. Heather nodded and pulled the hood of her cloak up.
"Ms. Foxx, put your hood down this instant. You don't want to greet our guest looking like a dementor do you?" McGonagall barked.
"I'd meet them as bloody Santa Clause if it meant I would be wormer." She muttered as she pulled her hood down.
"Now now, you really shouldn't sass the teachers." Cedric said, walking over to join them.
'Perfect, I'm going to be a frozen statue next to Diggory for the rest of my life. . .'
Heather huffed and tried to ignore him. Her pocket chose that second to mew. Cedric looked at her curiously. "Is that. . . ?" He started to ask. Heather pulled the small tabby out of her pocket.
"I WAS BLOODY KIDDING ABOUT BRINGING THE CAT!" Ryan shouted.
Heather grinned and held the cat up to her friends face. "Awww, how could I leave such a precious thing behind? Kiss kitty." Ryan tried to look stern, but how could she scowl at a cat? She smiled and scratched it behind the ears before turning and facing forward.
"Can I see him?" Cedric asked. Heather reluctantly handed him over. He held the kitten close to keep it warm as he stroked it's back. The cat instantly reacted to his touch, it stretched and curled up in his arms purring. "Traitor." Heather muttered.
"What's his name?" Cedric asked as he continued to caress the kitten. "Topo, it means mouse in Italian." she said as she accepted the cat back from Cedric. He smiled at it. The name surely fit, the cat was rather small with a pointed face and large ears.
"LOOK!" George said pointing to the sky. They all turned and looked up.
"It's a dragon!" A terrified Ravenclaw shrieked.
"No stupid, it's a flying house." A second year Gryffindor shouted. Indeed there was a giant house flying right for them. "No way. . ." Heather said. The house was being pulled by several palomino winged horses. It came to a halt in front of the school. The door opened and a young man hopped out. He pulled down a set of steps and a woman emerged.
"Blimey, Will you look at that!" Fred whispered. The woman was huge! Heather had only known one person as tall as that. She was dressed in satin and had opals draped about her neck and fingers.
"Ah, Dumbly-dorr, I 'ope I find you well." said the freakishly large woman as she held her hand out to the headmaster. Heather snickered behind her hand.
"Madam Maxime, Welcome to Hogwarts." He said as he kissed her hand. As they spoke Heather took an opportunity to look at the students. They were young, fresh faced and shivering, wearing nothing but blue silk robes. Heather snorted. "You'd think they would have worn something warmer, we're in Scotland for crying out loud." Cedric chuckled beside her.
She turned her attention back to "Dumbly-dorr" and the woman.
"Would you prefer to wait for Karkaroff or warm up a trifle before the feast?" He asked.
"HEY! How come they get to go inside and we have to wait out here in the arctic!?!" Heather complained. McGonagall shushed her and ushered the shivering students inside.
"Over there! The lake!" Lee Jordan shouted. Heather lost interest in going inside when she saw a giant mast coming out the lake. The mast quickly turned into a large ship. "Now that, is how you make an entrance." Heather said, impressed.
The students came off the ship. They looked rather burly, but upon closer inspection she saw that they were bundled up in heave winter coats and fur hats. "I see they are the more sensible lot." Heather commented.
Dumbledore and the Dumstrang headmaster embraced and spoke. "Oh my God Heather! Look!" Angelina said as she tugged on her sleeve. "It's Victor Krum!" Heather whirled to gape in the dircretion Angelina had directed and sure enough the most talented seeker Heather had ever seen was indeded standing off to the side, brooding.
The Dumstrang students filed inside first and the Hogwarts students followed. "It's about bloody time! I can't feel my toes!" Heather said with reliefe as she hurried to get inside.
She went to the dorms to drop Topo off before heading down to the fest. "Hey Heather, wait up." She automatically stopped and turned to see who wanted to walk with her.
'I shoulda known.' She thought
Cedric caught up with her and followed her to the great hall. "Interesting lot back there." Cedric said. "I guess so." Heather replied. She wasn't all that interested.
"Are you going to put you name in the cup?" He asked.
"Nah, I just got my freedom, I'm not about to go and do something stupid like putting my name in there just so I can get mangled." She replied.
"Why not? You're one of the most talented witches I've ever met." Cedric said in earnest. Heather felt herself blush at the complement. "Oh come off it. Are you going to enter?" She asked hoping he wouldn't notice the pink tint to her cheeks.
"Yeah, I am." He said. Heather felt a twinge of disapproval at the thought of him entering his name in the cup, but then again, what did she care? They reached the great hall and went to their respective tables. The Beauxbaton students has seated themselves at the Ravenclaw table, and the Dumstrang students were at the Slytherin table. Once everyone was properly seated Dumbledore stood to address the hall.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, ghosts – and most particularly, guests." He said with a smile. "I take great pleasure in welcoming you all to Hogwarts, I hope and trust that your stay here will be both comfortable and enjoyable." One of the girls at the Ravenclaw table giggled. "The tournament will have officially opened at the end of the feast, but for now I invite you all to eat, drink, and make yourselves at home."
The feast began, there was so much food. Heather's eyes gazed over slightly, she didn't know what to try first. The twins laughed at her enthusiasm before digging in themselves. Heather found that she as particularly found of the French stew. "What on earth is this stuff called?" she asked as she served herself another helping.
"Excuse me, are you still wanting the bouillabaisse?" A feminine voice asked. It was the giggly girl.
"Huh?" Heather said intelligently. Ron turned a rather interesting color and said that she could take it. The girl grabbed the dish and walked away, sashaying her hips. "What the bloody hell did you do that for?!?" Heather yelled as she smacked Ron with a spoon. "Ouch! Bloody hell woman, it was just food!" he snapped as he rubbed his head.
"Ronnikins, you should know by know that anyone that tries to take food from Heather has a death wish." Fred said.
The food vanished and Dumbledore stood. He re-explained the rules of the tournament. "The names of the champions will be selected in three days time. To enforce the age limits an age line will around the goblet. I believe that is all, I bid you goodnight."
The masses were excused. Several students rushed forward to put their names in the cup. Heather yawned and headed up to the dormaroty not really caring about the stupid contest. "Goodnight." Cedric said, "I'll see you tomorrow." He said as she walked away. Heather's sleepy expression was replaced with a look of horror and distaste.
Ryan looked from Diggory to Heather. "What was he going on about?" she asked. Heather grimaced and told Ryan about the deal she made with Cedric as they made their way up to the dorms.
"You lucky bitch! Girls would kill to go out with him and you're making it out to be a chore!" Ryan said.
"Oh come on, it was that or spend the rest of the night polishing silverware. Although now I kind of wish I had stayed in detention. . ." She mused aloud while she pulled her pajamas on. She was going to Hogsmead with golden boy. If anyone had suggested such a thing a few months again Heather would have laughed long and hard before suggesting they have their heads examined.
"So, you're going on a date." Ryan sang.
"I am not!" Heather said indignantly. "It's black mail!"
"Uh huh, sure thing." Ryan said with a grin. Heather chucked a pillow at her and settled in for the night.
The next morning Heather woke up with a start. She'd had another one of those weird dreams. She was irritated because she couldn't remember what it was. All she could remember was it was about the couple she dreamed about the other night.
Heather closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep, but her mind was buzzing trying to recall what had happend in the dream. She sighed, she obviously wasn't going to be able to fall back asleep at this point. She rolled over and looked out the window and smiled. In her opinion it was perfect weather. The sky was overcast with a threat of rain, but the air would be crisp and the wind was gentle. She snuggled back down in her little four poster enjoying the feeling of being in her nice comfy bed when it was so cold outside. She was just getting ready to drift back into slumber when a pillow came in contact with her face. "Wake up." Ryan said.
"Do you have to be so violent in the morning? I really think we need to have your hormone levels checked." Heather said as she swung her legs over the side of the bed to get up. Ryan's eyes danced as she went through Heather's trunk. "We have to find you something to wear." She said.
"What for? It's Saturday, we could have a pajama day and loll around the common room all day." Heather suggested.
"Nope, I'm going to Hogsmead to get a few things and you have a date." Ryan said as she continued to rummage through Heather's things.
"Date? What are you- . . . NOOOOOO!!!!!" Heather cried when she realized what Ryan was talking about.
Ryan laughed wickedly and threw a lacy pair of underwear at Heather. "I'm sure he would love those." Ryan said laughing manically.
"NOOOOOO!!!" Heather repeated. She got up and tried to make a mad dash out of the room.
"Immobilise!" Ryan shouted as she fired the spell. Heather was frozen instantly. "Any last requests?" Ryan asked with a wicked smile as she pulled Heather back into the dorm.
"Please don't make me look like a hooker. . ." Heather begged.
"We'll see." Ryan said as she shut the door.
Twenty minuets later Heather was being escorted down to the great hall. Ryan had been merciful enough to let Heather wear her jeans, however, she did insist on the hunter green three quarter sleeved shirt with a brown hoodie. Heather had her hair pulled into her usual thick braid and she wore a pair of pearl studs in her ears.
Ryan gave Heather on final shove before she took off to go with Angelina. Heather sighed and squared her shoulders. "Let's get this over with. . ."
She walked to the front of the great hall and spotted Cedric. He was leaning casually against the wall. His hair was its normal shaggy brown, he was wearing a pair of muggle jeans and a light blue button down shirt with a denim jacket on.
'Meow! Not bad golden boy. . . Holy chocolate frogs, I did not just "Meow" for golden boy!'
'Oh but you did. . .'
'No I didn't. . .'
'You're a little old for that don't you think?'
'. . . . .'
Heather took a deep breath and walked over. He looked up and smiled. "Hey." He said.
"Right back attcha." Heather replied. They walked down to the village silently, Heather could feel him look over at her ever now and then.
"So. . . Where to first?" He asked. "You choose, anywhere you want to go."
"Honeyduke's." She said without missing a beat. If there was anything that would take her mind off of having to spend the day with golden boy it was chocolate. "Excellent, let's go." He said as he took her arm and lead her to the store.
Upon walking into the shop Heather was greeted with the wonderfully sweet smell of chocolate. She grinned and walked in. Cedric smiled after her. She really looked like a kid in a candy store. She went right for the chocolate frogs. She grabbed a bag and inhaled the sweet chocolaty goodness. "If there is one sign that God has given us to tell us that he still loves us it is without a doubt chocolate." Heather declared.
He laughed and continued browsing. Heather walked around until she found a promotional display, it was a new version of ice mice. They were edible, but they were like real mice, with fur and everything. They were on display in a cage, running around on little wheels and squeaking. "Ew, now that's just wrong." Heather commented as she watched, she could just imagine the little feet and tail as someone ate them. She gave an involuntary shudder.
"What's wrong? Cold?" Cedric asked as he came up behind her. "No, I was just-" She started, she was then struck with a wicked thought of brilliance.
"I dare you to eat of dozen of those!" Heather said pointing at the display. Cedric looked at what she was pointing at and paled. "You can't be serious." He said disbelievingly.
"Yep." She said as her eyes danced. "Unless your not man enough to handle it." She added.
Cedric looked from her to the mice scurrying around. "If I eat then what's in it for me? I'm not doing it for nothing." he said with a wolfish smile.
'Dammnit! He did it again! He turned the tables on me!'
'Well what do you expect? He's no fool.'
Heather looked back at him nervously. "What do you have in mind?" She asked cautiously.
"I dunno, I'll think of something." He grinned.
Heather looked at him warrily. "I'm afraid of what wicked thoughts are running through that head of your Diggory." She said. This game could be fun, but she wasn't quite sure what she was wagering. Finally she said. "Okay, fine. If you eat the entire thing without hurling then I owe you whatever." Cedric smirked at her. "A PG favor." She added hastily.
He laughed. "Good God woman, what kind of guy do you think I am?"
She scooped twelve of the fattest mice into a bag and went to the register to pay. The cashier looked at her oddly while she wrung up the items. "Oh it's not for me miss, they're for him." She grinned as she motioned to Cedric. The woman shook her head and handed their purchases back.
Once they got out of the shop Heather thrust the bag into Cedric's hand. "This is going to be so sweet." She said.
Cedric eyed the bag of squirming mice in his hand. "Go on." Heather said. He took one of the squirming rodents out of the bag by the tail. Heather's eyes got wide. He put the thing in his mouth and chewed. It made a sickening crunch.
"Oh my god!" she said as she did the icky dance. "Ew ew ew ew ew ew ew!!!!!" She exclaimed with disgust and delight.
Cedric swallowed and made a face. "How was it?" She asked eagerly.
"Oh it was delightful, you can feel their little feet all the way down, would you care for one?" He asked with a grin as he held the wriggling bag out for her.
"No thanks, I'm good." She said.
They spent the day walking around and window shopping.
"Wait a sec." Heather said. She walked over to a window display. "What is it?" Cedric asked as he ate another mouse.
Inside the display was a necklace. It was a pink lotus flower with a pearl in the middle. Heather looked at it for a moment before leaving. "Wait, aren't you going to buy it?" Cedric asked.
"Did you happen to look at the price tag? I can't afford something like that. I just like to come and visit it once in a while." She said simply. Later in the afternoon they decided to stop for a drink at the three broom sticks.
"Two butter beers please." Cedric asked the bar maid. Heather went to pay for hers when Cedric stopped her. "I've got it since you were kind enough to pay for my little snack." Cedric said motioning to the half full bag of mice.
"Thanks." She said as she accepted the drink. They went and took a seat in the back to enjoy their drinks. Heather couldn't help but notice the looks she was getting. All of the girls in the room were glaring at her. She shifted in her seat. If looks could kill then she would have died nine times and gone strait to hell. "Something wrong?" Cedric asked.
"Huh? No, how are those mice coming?" She asked.
He held up the almost empty bag. "Delicious." He said. He held out the bag once more. "It's not too late to try one." He said.
She looked from him to the bag. "You're not going to leave me alone until I try one are you?"
He grinned and held the bag out to her. "Once you get past the tail it's not so bad." He said with a grin.
Heather grabbed one of the wriggling creatures and looked at it. I ts little nose was twitching and everything. She closed her eyes and put it in her mouth. The thing was franticly wiggling in her mouth trying to get free, she quickly bit it to stop it from moving. Minty juice filled her mouth and the mouse stilled. She quickly swallowed and gagged. Cedric was laughing the entire time.
"Oh my God that is sick!" Heather said as she wiped her tongue with a napkin.
"Well now you know what I've been dealing with all afternoon." Cedric replied once his laughter was subdued.
They left the three broom sticks and decided to head back to the castle. They were half way there when there was a giant crack as the skies opened up and rain came down.
"Come on!" Cedric said. He grabbed her hand and ran with her back to the safety of the castle.
By the time they reached the castle gates they were already soaked through. They reached the front gate and Heather flung her arms out spinning. "I love the rain." She yelled with delight. Cedric laughed and danced with her in the rain.
She whooped with pure joy, thouroughly enjoying the moment. Cedric had been tolerable throughout the day, and dare she say it, she was enjoying herself as he danced with her through the rain and puddles. She was taken by surprise when he spun her around into his chest. She looked up into his eyes breathing hard from dancing. His eyes danced with the same joy she was feeling.
'Even though his eyes are dark and cool there's so much life in there.' she thought to herself. He smiled softly as he tilted his head slightly and brought his face closer.
'Whoa!! Mayday! Mayday!!! ABORT ABORT ABORT!!!!!!!!!!' She thought hysterically, she'd had a good time, but she wasn't going to kiss the guy!
"Ced! Hey Ced! Come here!" One of his friends said from across the way. Cedric looked slightly annoyed. He looked down at Heather's wide eyes before smiling.
"That was fun, we should do it again some time." He said as he winked at her. "Oh, and here." He threw the empty bag of mice at her before retreating.
Heather was left alone at the gates feeling wet, confused, and slightly cheated.
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Yay, a nice and long chapter! I felt bad for making the last few short.
Oh, and BEAUXBATON ISN'T AN ALL GIRLS SCHOOL. I know that the movie made it out to be, and so do a lot of the fics on this site, but if you read the book it says that there are students of both sexes so don't flame me telling me it's an all girls school. HA! I'M RIGHT AND YOU'RE WRONG! LOL.
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