The Fake Love Letter and the DA
A/N: So, here is the next chapter! :) I'd also like to say half of this was written on my phone so cut me some slack with grammar. I did super well on my Science Fair project in terms of class grades, but I'm being judged this Thursday by professional people and I'm really nervous. If I do well, I go to regionals, but I don't care, I just want to get through it ;) School's being annoying.
Enough of me, you probably want the chapter. Thanks for all your reviews and support as usual :)
Enjoy the next chapter of, 'The Years of Change!' :)
Lina
It turned out the footsteps weren't Hermione's. It was those of Lavender and Parvati. To my surprise, they gave each other angry looks before stomping over to separate areas of the dormitory. Are they in a fight about something? Probably. That's the only reason I can think of.
More footsteps follow ten minutes later, and Hermione appears in the dormitory. I quickly move the Firebolt and Malfoy's note under my bed. "Hey, Hermione," I mutter, still feeling guilty about a couple hours ago, "About what I said earlier…I'm sorry. I was completely out of line, and I don't know what got into me. I mean, Uptight Prefect? Really Lina?"
Hermione sighs. "It's okay, really. I knew all along it was your anger talking and not you. And I wasn't lying. You will get a happy ending."
We get ready for bed early tonight and I flop down on my bed ungracefully, "We'll see, Hermione. We'll see. Let's just get through this year with our crappy Defense teacher and all these people against Harry and we'll talk about the future afterwards. Goodnight," I add.
"Goodnight, Lina," She replies back, and I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.
I find myself dreaming of the day Luke went on his quest to find the Golden Apples of Hesperides. The time he first started to change. I had just turned eight back then...
Luke, who was sixteen at the time, was packing, and eight year old Lina was in the Hermes Cabin, following him around. "Lukie, please?" She kept saying to him, giving him a puppy look, "Can I go? Why won't you let us go?"
"It's not safe, Lina-flower," Luke explains patiently after the tenth time she had said it, leaning over and pulling a lock of brown hair from her face, "You and Annabeth are too young."
"NO! I WANNA GO WITH YOU NOW! I WANT TO LEAVE!" Eight year old Lina screams in fury, stomping her foot. A piece of glass nearby her cracked. Luke looks up at the broken glass, then to eight year old Lina, in shock and alarm.
Luke's eyes then turn stern, "I SAID NO LINA AND THAT'S FINAL!" He yells angrily, causing past me to flinch and pull away. Tears threatened to spill out of her eyes.
"Oh gods," Luke says, "Di immortales. Don't cry, Lina-flower. I-I just don't want to see you hurt is all." He leans down to hug her, but she recoils.
"I don't want to see you hurt either! I want to go!" She insists. "I'll be good I promise!"
Luke stayed firm and gave her a small shake of the head. Eight year old Lina glares at him, before promptly turning her back on him, her arms crossed as she did so. Luke sighs in defeat and continues packing.
Just then, Silena, eleven years old at the time, walks in, "Hey, Luke." She greets, "Are you nervous for the quest"
Luke sighs, "I'm fine, Silena, thank you for asking. I just want to get back safe...and steal the apples of course," He grins, making Silena laugh. "Can you talk some sense into Lina-flower?" Luke mutters in a low voice to Silena, "Please?"
Silena changes direction to look over at her sulking friend in the corner, "Lina? What's wrong?" She asks, concerned.
"Silena! Luke won't let me go with him!" My past self accuses, and she starts sobbing again. Silena pulls eight year old Lina into a comforting hug and rubs her back, before saying gently and cautiously, "Hey, Lina…I understand, but I think he's right on this one. I heard that not many people go on quests, and even I don't feel ready to go on a quest yet."
"But you're a good fighter!" Eight year old Lina insists.
"Exactly," Silena says.
Luke nods, "She's right. Tell you what, flower. When you're older, you, me, and Annabeth will all go on a quest together, you'll see. And I won't get hurt and I'll still be the same on this one."
Eight year old Lina sniffs, "Promise?"
"Promise," Luke says firmly, grinning at her.
My eyes shot open, and I had to keep myself from snorting at all of Luke's 'promises,' as not to wake up Hermione, Parvati, or Lavender. Oh my gods. I was so naïve back then. 'Oh flower, I'll be the same Luke,' oh please.
But he was a hero at the end. And if he isn't in Elysium right now I will kill the judges personally when I get to the Underworld hopefully years from now, but I highly doubt that, so probably soon. I blink back tears at the thought of Luke.
I get out of bed, my intention to grab Harry's invisibility cloak again and sneak out for the night, when I notice it was already five thirty in the morning and there was no point if I was supposed to be ready an hour later. "Lina?" Parvati calls groggily, "Is that you? You alright?"
I sigh, before getting an idea. "I do not know of this Lina, Miss Patil. You're in a dream right now. It is I, the, uh, the love fairy. Make a wish and I will do my very best to grant it."
"Oh. Well you sound a lot like Lina Quimby…it must be a coincidence then. Edmund from Beauxbatons will finally reply to my letters?" Parvati asks hopefully, "I met him at the Yule Ball. He said he'd write me, and I sent more than twenty letters over this summer. I saw him at Hogsmeade and tried to say hi, but he completely ignored me. Hell, he was even making eyes at Lavender! We're sort of in a fight now…I can't believe she flirted with him even though she knew that I haven't moved on yet! What sort of friend does that?"
Someone that needs to get her priorities straight, that's who.
So that explains why Parvati and Lavender were glaring at each other! "Would you like some advice from the love fairy?" I ask Parvati.
"Oh, please," She insists.
"Edmund's a jerk who doesn't deserve you." I state, "He's not worth your time. I agree, your friend Lavender was being a jerk there. My advice to you, Miss Patil, is to tell yourself, every single day, that you are beautiful and you are above someone like him."
"I am beautiful and above Edmund…I am beautiful and above Edmund…" Parvati murmurs. "Yes, I am, love fairy…" She falls back asleep, and I head back to my bed, simply lying awake until I heard Lavender stir from across the room. I immediately grab my clothes before walking straight into the bathroom for first dibs before she could wake any further.
I take a shower and then I put some slight eyeliner and mascara on as always. But when I blink to check if it feels okay, my eyes wouldn't open. It's like they were glued shut. I try and open them, but they wouldn't budge.
"LAVENDER!" I yell furiously.
"Oh hi, Lina," I hear her voice, "Are you alright? I don't know what you're on about. I certainly didn't put strong glue all over your eyeliner as payback for the mud shower you gave me the other day."
"That was for Hermione. If you don't fix me now," I snarl through deep breaths, "You will regret this. This one'll be for Parvati."
Lavender gasps in shock. "How did you find out about Edmund?"
"Parvati's a sleep talker," I say. That was the last I heard from Lavender, "ARE YOU JUST GOING TO LEAVE ME HERE BLIND LIKE THIS! FINE! HERMIONE! LAVENDER MESSED WITH MY BLOODY EYELINER! I CAN'T SEE ANYMORE! WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE I WILL MAKE SURE SHE PAYS—"
"Lina, it's alright, calm down. Here, I'm saying the spell right now. Aperientur Oculi," Hermione voice calls.
I can open my eyes again, "Oh, that's a relief. Still getting her back, though."
The week after the Hogsmeade trip was going by pretty quickly. I was walking away from the owlery on that following Thursday.
A pair of arms hug me from behind, and on battle instinct, I pull out my knife and aim it at them, about to throw. I heard a gasp of fear. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Easy. It's okay. Why don't you...put the knife down, flower? It's just me!"
I spin around to find Malfoy, "It's just you. How very reassuring. A slick git is far less reassuring than an empousa," I snark at him, "Don't you ever sneak up on me like that again," I seethe, "I have battle instincts and I could've seriously hurt you. Not that I would care." I add, putting my knife back in my bag.
"So," He smirks at me, and I close my eyes in annoyance, preparing for Draco Malfoy. "How'd you like my little gift? I spent a lot on it you know."
"I was very flattered," I tell him honestly, "But you didn't spend any at all. Your Father got a two in one deal." I point out, smirking.
"Fine, you got me there," He grumbles.
"Thank you for the Firebolt, Draco. Although I think it was pretty stupid to give me one, don't you think?" I cock my head.
"Because?" He raises an eyebrow.
I flash him a grin, "Cause now I'll definitely be kicking some Malfoy ass in Quidditch," I answer happily. "Helping the enemy. Tsk, tsk, tsk. You should know better. It's good for me though!" I skip off.
"You'll beat me in your wildest dreams, Quimby!" He calls after me.
I turn around to stick my tongue out at him immaturely.
"Lina Quimby is a bloody five year old girl in a fifteen year old's body," He mutters under his breath.
"What was that?" I say sharply to Malfoy.
"Nothing, Lina-flower," Malfoy says quickly.
"Good. You're promoted to...seventy nine percent slick git now." I tell him.
He smirks, "We're getting closer and closer. One day you'll say I'm zero percent slick git."
"Sure." I deadpan. "We'll be dead by then." With that, I turn on my heel and leave, giving him one last snarky look, causing him to chuckle at my antics.
"You know you don't hate me Quimby, don't deny it!" He calls after me.
"You're the bloody most insufferable person I've ever come across!" I yell.
"Love you too," Malfoy calls.
He then chuckles while I scream furiously.
"Love!" Harry calls to me, "Lina!"
I hurry over to him, Ron, and Hermione, "What is it?" I ask.
Harry gestures toward the notice board, and I look up at it.
"Oh my gods." I gasp, my eyes widening, "The crappy Toad's banning all student organizations!"
"Someone must've blabbed to her!" Ron exclaims.
"Yeah," I agree, "I wouldn't be surprised if that Zacharias Smith person was the one that did it."
"They can't have done," Hermione says.
"Not everyone there is all honorable and trustworthy like you." Ron points out coolly.
"No, they can't have done, because I put a jinx on the parchment we all signed," Hermione says, "Believe me, if anyone's run off and told Umbridge, we'll know exactly who they are and they will really regret it."
I give Hermione an impressed look, "I didn't think you had it in you! What'll happen?" I ask excitedly. Harry and Ron nod as well, also wanting to know what would happen.
"Let's just say, it'll make Eloise Midgen's acne look like a couple of cute freckles," Hermione says, making me grin evilly.
During that night, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I were huddled by the fireplace.
"Sirius!" Harry exclaims as Sirius's head pops up in the fire.
"Hi," Sirius grins, "How are things?"
"Not that good," Harry answers honestly, "The Ministry's forced through another decree, which means we're not allowed to have Quidditch teams—"
"Or secret Defense against the Dark Arts groups?" Sirius asks.
"How did you find out?" I ask Sirius.
"You want to choose your meeting places more carefully," Sirius says, "The Hog's Head, I ask you."
"Well, it's better than the Three Broomsticks!" Hermione defends, "It's always packed with people—"
"Which means you'd be hard to overhear. You've got a lot to learn, Hermione," Sirius tells her.
We talk about how Mundungus Fletcher was the one under the veil and how Mrs. Weasley told us not to proceed with this group.
"So you're saying that we shouldn't continue with the Defense group?" Ron asks.
"Of course not!" Sirius says, "I'm all for it. Do you really think James and I would have lain down and taken orders from a hag like Umbridge?"
"Last term all you said was to stay safe and not take risks," Harry protests.
"Don't you get it, Potter?" I scoff, "Last year, someone inside Hogwarts was trying to kill you, and you know I'm gonna keep you safe till my dying breath. This year someone outside Hogwarts is trying to kill us all! It's better if the students here know Defense so they can survive. I can't believe I didn't see this sooner!"
"I couldn't have said it any better myself, Lina." Sirius agrees with me.
"What if we get expelled?" Hermione asks worriedly.
"This was your idea!" Harry protests.
"Better expelled and knowing how to defend yourselves than sitting safely in school without a clue," Sirius and I say in unison, before we stare at each other in surprise.
"We're more alike than I thought," Sirius tells me with a grin on his face, "So, how are you organizing this group?"
"Well, that's a problem," Harry says, "We don't know where we're going to go."
"How about the Shrieking Shack?" Sirius suggests.
"That's an idea," Ron comments.
"There are too many of us, Sirius." Hermione says, "When you did it there were only four of you and you all could transform into animals. There are thirty two people that are part of this, and none of us is an Animagus."
"Fair point," Sirius concedes, "I'm sure you'll come up with somewhere. There was a secret passage on the fourth floor,"
"Fred and George told me it's blocked," Harry says dejectedly, "Caved in or something."
"Oh," Sirius sighs, "Well, I'll think about it and-"
Suddenly Sirius was gone, and suddenly, a hand appears in the flames, looking for something to grab onto. I had a bad feeling about who this person was. "Upstairs, now! I think this is her!" I hiss.
The four of us step backwards. Ron and Hermione bolt upstairs. Harry gives me a quick kiss. "Charming, Potter. But we need to get up!" We run upstairs, closing the door.
"How'd she find out about our talk with Sirius?" I pace in our dormitory.
"Remember, History of Magic," Hermione tells me, "Hedwig was injured...and shh about Sirius! You're lucky Parvati and Lavender are in the bathroom!" She hisses.
"Umbridge was the one that attacked her. She intercepted our messages!" I say in anger. "She's taking over Hogwarts and the students and staff in it. I even heard she used the blood quill on a Hufflepuff first year girl, which crosses a line. She's inspecting all the teachers. She's posting bloody ridiculous student decrees! There has got to be some sort of law against this! Not to mention one time she literally pulled Harry and I apart from a make out session with her wand once saying 'boys and girls are not to be within eight feet of each other,'" I mimic a high pitched voice, "I mean really! So that means I can't even talk to Percy or Ron unless they're eight feet away from me either, what a load of crap."
"It really shouldn't be allowed," Hermione agrees, "I mean the eight feet thing is irrelevant, but that doesn't make it any less wrong."
"Guess I'll have to break up with Harry and give up friendship with Percy and Ron," I joke as we laugh.
"Guess I can't be around Harry and Ron anymore. Guess we'll have to cancel the Defense group." Hermione adds while laughing, and she closes her mouth immediately, "Oh god, I'm turning into Lina again..."
I grin at her, "And you're saying it like it's a bad thing. Hermione, we all know you're a Prefect and rules are everything to you, but even you have to agree: Umbridge has got to go."
"I suppose you're right," Hermione agrees.
"Of course I am. We'll do all those things as soon as I quit Miss Insanity. Yeah right. It's on Toad. You'll regret the day you ever got on Lina Quimby's bad side," I grin evilly.
Hermione gulps.
"Hermione, may I borrow some parchment?" I say in a sing-song voice, "I need to write a love letter to Filch."
"A...what? To who? You know what, I don't know with you anymore, Lina. Just...here. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Hermione hands me a piece of parchment.
"Of course," I grin, putting quill to parchment.
My Sweet, Sweet Argus
I have loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you. You are the most handsome man I have ever seen. And you have proved yourself a worthy personality. We have so much in common, you know. We both dislike unruly students and we both wish the school could go back to medieval punishment. I remember using blood quills on the Potter boy and the Quimby girl, and it brought a delightful rush through my twisted veins. I have never found someone like me in so many ways, and beautiful to boot! If you have the same feelings for me, then meet me in my office on Saturday night (How about at eight o clock?) to pick me up. I love kisses, so be sure to give me a big kiss on the cheek when you arrive. Don't talk to me about this, we need to save all the talking for Saturday!
Love,
Dolores
PS- Miss Insanity needs to be destroyed immediately.
"So? Eh? How'd you like it?" I say once I'd walked downstairs and grinned at Fred and George. "I even forged the Toad's handwriting and made it sound like her horrid personality." I shudder, "Not to mention Filch is far from the most handsome man I've ever seen."
"Impressive," Fred say, "I still can't believe she used a blood quill on you two!" He says angrily.
"Don't worry, we'll get rid of her," I add super electric charmspeak so they wouldn't think about telling Dumbledore or anything along those lines.
"We knew allying with you was a good idea," George grins, "It's smart, like a Slytherin would do."
"Don't compare me to Slytherin!" I hiss, "Comparing me to Slytherin is comparing me to Malfoy!"
"Oh, right." George says, "Sorry!"
"Right. How do we get this to Filch?" I ask.
"Leave that to us," Fred smirks.
Sunday...
"WHERE'D YOU GET THE IDEA I LOVED YOU?" Umbridge yells at Filch.
Fred, George, and I start snickering, and Hermione looks at us suspiciously. Percy glances at me, "I'll explain later."
"But my love, you sent me this note!" Filch argues, "It's even in your handwriting!"
"Give me that," Umbridge snaps, taking the note from him, "I DIDN'T WRITE THAT YOU CRETIN! IT WAS OBVIOUSLY AN INSOLENT STUDENT! IT'S FORGED! AND YOU KISSED ME ON THE CHEEK BECAUSE THE NOTE SAID TO! I HAVE STANDARDS! YOU KNOW, I WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED IF THE PERSON WHO WROTE THIS IS MISS INSANITY HERSELF! I'd never be with someone that could be tricked by students so easily. I love Cornelius."
At this point, Fred, George, and I were hysterical. "She loves the Minister? Priceless! Even he wouldn't want her!" I howl through laughter. That was, until she scans the rows of laughing students, searching for signs of weakness. I elbow Fred and George, "SHH! She's looking."
When she finds nothing, she sweeps out of the Great Hall. "I really hate children." She mutters under her breath.
"What did you do?" Hermione sighs.
"I might have used that parchment I borrowed from you to forge a note from Umbridge to Filch. It might have been all my idea and Fred and George might have delivered it to Filch somehow." I explain, "It might have." Percy and I high five.
"Lina, I'm never giving you parchment again," Hermione declares, "The only reason I don't use my Prefect power against you is because you're my best friend."
"I knew you loved me, Hermione!" I exclaim, "Benefits of being the good girl's best friend!"
She sighs in defeat, "Love you too, Lina."
"Hello love," Harry whispers in my ear, trailing kisses from my cheek to my neck, and planting one on my lips.
"Potter, you always know how to distract me," I murmur, pulling myself closer.
"I-know-a-place-we-can-meet-for-the-Defense-group," Harry says in between kisses.
I pull away immediately, "Hermione and I have been thinking on that for weeks now, Potter, and you saunter in and distract me with a bloody make out session and tell me?!" I say angrily.
"I talked to Dobby last night," Harry says, "He knows a place."
"Where?" I ask warily. He was a good elf, really, but I didn't trust Dobby since second year where he tried to 'save Harry's life.'
"It's this room on the seventh floor, called the Room of Requirement. It only opens for someone who really needs it," Harry says.
"So, say I needed a mini training room to let off steam?" I ask Harry.
"It would provide that for you," Harry answers.
"And if the Toad walks past?" I ask, "She wouldn't see it?"
Harry nods excitedly.
"We should tell the others," I say breathlessly, "We should make the meeting this evening."
"I agree." Harry says, "But first...we weren't done yet, were we?"
"I think we were somewhere right about here," I hum, pulling closer to him.
We continue our session, "This-is-great," I say in between kisses.
"I-know," He agrees between kisses.
"Hey, Fire-Girl, I-Oh gods! Is this the first thing I need to see you doing when I walk in?" We turn around to find Percy.
"Shut up Kelp Head," I retort, "Like you're any better."
We continue our session and Percy walks up to the dormitories, "Oh gods...is that what Annabeth and I look like?" He mutters.
I was standing near Percy, Annabeth, and Thalia. The rest of the group was there as we stare at what's supposed to be the Room of Requirement. "Okay," Harry tells us, "Dobby says to walk past this wall a couple times, concentrating on what we need."
I close my eyes, picturing a place to learn Defense. An ornate door appears. "Harry!" Hermione cries in excitement.
Inside, we find cushions in case we fall while practicing, hordes of books on Defense, sneakoscopes, foe glasses, and on the other side, there was nearly a replica of the arena, complete with swords and knives.
But what really caught me off guard was the swimming pool separating the two halves.
Annabeth, Thalia, and I glare at Percy pointedly. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry! I was thinking about a pool!" Percy protests before jumping in.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione and everyone else were staring at him like he was crazy while Annabeth, Thalia, and I roll our eyes and walk closer toward the pool. "If you push me in it'll be the last thing you ever do," I threaten.
"Well, I've lived long enough," Percy shrugs, grabbing my arm.
"Wait what do you-OH!" I exclaim, "I really should've seen that coming," I splutter out pool water.
Harry glares at Percy, "Love! You alright!"
"Harry, relax. I'm fine. This is actually quite normal back at camp," I tell him calmly. I wave at the group, as if it were perfectly normal for someone to conjure a swimming pool and then push their best friend in.
"But I remember you saying you weren't good with water!" Harry protests worriedly.
"I'm fine," I assure, "I'm not sinking, see?" In fact, even though the pool said '10 ft' where I was, I wasn't drowning.
"I willed the water to let you float," Percy whispers in my ear, "You're welcome." He smirks.
"You could've not pushed me in in the first place!" I hiss. We get out of the pool and Percy discreetly dries me. We then smile at the group as if this were the most normal thing ever. I clear my throat, "So, as Harry said, this is the place we're gonna be practicing in, and obviously you've found it okay." I glance down at Hermione, who was seated comfortably on a cushion, immersed in one of the books.
"Oh, Harry, it's fantastic!" Cho gushes.
I glare at her, "Oh, Harry, it's fantastic," I mimic a high pitched voice.
"So, as you can see," I motion to the area, "We have an area for practicing defensive magic and an area to practice physical defense. The prime leader for defensive magic will be Harry, and the prime leaders for physical defense will be Percy, Annabeth, and Thalia."
"What about you?" Someone asks.
I sigh, "I will be drifting around and helping people in both defensive magic and physical defense." I confirm.
"I think we should have a group name," Hermione pipes up.
"Can we be the Anti-Umbridge league?" Angelina suggests.
"Or the Ministry of Magic are Morons group?" Fred throws in.
"How about the I.Y.F.T group?" I suggest with a grin.
"And what would that stand for, Lina?" Hermione asks me patiently.
"The 'In your face, Toad!' group," I say.
"I think we should maybe choose a name that didn't tell everyone what we were up to," Hermione says.
"I abbreviated it..." I trail off, "Fine."
"The Defense Association?" Cho suggests. We will not use anything SHE suggests. "Or D.A. for short?"
"The D.A.'s good," Ginny says, "Only let's make it stand for Dumbledore's Army. That's the Ministry's worst fear, right?"
I grin. "Yep. The Ministry's afraid Dumbledore's forming a student army."
"All in favor of Dumbledore's Army? D.A. for short?" Hermione asks. I raise my hand, even though Chang initiated it, it was still a wicked name, and Ginny was the one who said 'Dumbledore's Army' anyway, not Chang. The majority were raising their hands high.
Hermione beams and pins the parchment we all signed on a wall and titled it, 'Dumbledore's Army.'
"Right," I say, "Harry, you'll be okay teaching defensive magic on your own or do you need my help?" I ask.
"It's fine, love," Harry assures.
Chang was eyeing us, and I reach upwards to give Harry a kiss, and he returns it. I smirk at her before going over to the physical defense area, "Alright, so, I'm gonna make it your choice. You can either learn physical defense with us or defensive magic with Harry, and sometimes me. Every time we have a meeting it'll always be your choice and you can switch on different days, or in the middle of a meeting, or whatever you want." I say.
"Alright," I say once a good number of people were around Percy, Thalia, Annabeth, and I. Of these people included Ron and Hermione, who claimed that they wanted 'a taste of what I had to go through' and Mandy, "Today we will show you...um...what should we show them?"
"Basic block?" Percy suggests.
"No, that'd involve people," I muse.
"Basic punch and kick?" Annabeth suggests, "There are punching bags for them to practice on."
"Oh, yeah, you're right. Today we will show you a basic punch and kick," I announce, "Allow each of us to demonstrate."
I walk forward toward one of the bags and punch and kick at it, sending it flinging in the air. The group of wizards and witches in front of us, Ron, Hermione, and Mandy included, stare at me in disbelief, as if they've seen a completely different side to me.
Then one by one, Percy, Annabeth, and Thalia each demonstrate.
"I...have no words," Ron says.
"We're going to be able to do that?" Katie Bell asks us.
"With practice, hopefully, but just do your best, we were horrid the first time." I tell her. I look over to where Harry was teaching the Expelliarmus. Chang, to no surprise, stuck with Harry's group, and I wouldn't be surprised if all she did was stay at Harry's group, relishing the good eye view of him. I'd have to join Harry next meeting and keep an eye on her.
The group starts practicing, and Percy, Annabeth, and Thalia walk around, giving pointers to everyone.
"How's it going over here?" I ask Ron and Hermione.
"Let's just say," Ron pants, "We respect you a whole lot more now." He says.
"Aw, thanks Ronniekins!" I exclaim.
"Don't call me Ronniekins!" Ron exclaims.
"Sorry, Ronniekins, it won't happen again," I say cheekily, "And you?" I turn to Hermione.
"Well, I agree with Ron-" She starts.
"You agree with Ron?" I gasp in amazement.
"Oh, shut up. I agree with Ron that what you do is not easy," Hermione admits.
"It really isn't," I agree with Hermione.
It goes pretty well as we wrap up the session. "Hey, love!" Harry calls, "Can you help me demonstrate Stupefy?"
"Of course," I say.
Next thing you know, Harry and I were standing at opposite sides of the room, our wands aimed at each other. "Don't worry, love. I'm going very, very easy on you, alright?" Harry says.
"Of course, Potter," I smirk.
"On three," Harry says, "One...two...three!"
"STUPEFY!" I yell, catching him by surprise, "And that is how you cast Stupefy when your opponent is off guard." I tell the group, striding over to Harry, "Finite Incentatem." I murmur, the spell to revive a stunned person.
"I let her do that!" Harry calls from the ground, "Just being a good boyfriend!"
People broke out into snickers.
"Yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night Harry Potter!" I call, leaning down to help him up.
A/N: So, that was the chapter, I hope you enjoyed it! So, Dumbledore's Army started... ;) Wonder how THAT will go...and also the 'fake love letter,' just a little bit I added. Then there was the added bit with Draco and all. Then the talk with Sirius, which is actually canon. It's basically the start of Dumbledore's Army with a bunch of added bits. ;)
The next chapter will be the dreaded 'No More Quidditch' match... :( Good news, there'll be a Slytherin scene with Draco in it, so look forward to that! :)
I hoped you enjoyed the chapter! :)
Please R&R :)
-Ana