A Nonexistent Fuse and A Secret Kiss
A/N: So, here I am with the next chapter! :) Half of this chapter is also written on my phone, so cut me some slack on the grammar again. HOLY SMOKES YOU GUYS I DID IT OMG THE JUDGES ACTUALLY LIKED ME AND I'M MOVING ON TO REGIONALS FOR SCIENCE FAIR! The regionals aren't until the 19th of March so I have a while for that. IF I do well in regionals, guess where I go? STATE! But that's very unlikely... School's still being annoying.
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Lina
"Excellent!" I exclaim, "You all are getting so much better. Great work today, guys, and I think our next meeting will be Friday at seven?"
"But the Ravenclaw Quidditch team has practice that night," Cho says.
I ignore her on purpose, "So as I was saying, Friday at seven?"
"But the Ravenclaw Quidditch team has practice that night," Mandy says.
I pretend that was the first time I hear it, which causes Chang to glare at me, "Oh, sorry, Mandy, I forgot," I say, "We'll think of another date."
"How's Monday sound, love?" Harry proposes.
I mull it over, "All in favor?"
All the hands went up. I nod, "Alright then. Good job, and see you then!"
On Monday night, the following meeting, Hermione comes up and hands Harry, Ron, Percy, Thalia, Annabeth, and I galleons. "Thanks!" I grin, holding the galleon, "What's the occasion?"
Hermione sighs, "You don't spend it, Lina. See those numbers around the edge of the galleon? Usually that's just a serial charm referring to which goblin casted the coin. But on these fake coins, the numbers will change to the time and date of the next meeting." She addresses the group, "These five have what I call control coins. That means any of them has the power to change the meeting date, and all the other coins will change to mimic theirs. When the coin changes, it will grow hot so you can feel it in your pocket."
"That's pretty cool," Annabeth says in amazement, "I didn't know magic could do that."
"Magic's more powerful than you may think," Hermione says.
"A Protean Charm?" Terry Boot, Mandy's boyfriend, asks.
"Um, yes," Hermione replies.
"That's NEWT standard, that is." Terry says.
"I suppose it is," Hermione says, trying to hide a smile.
"How come you're not in Ravenclaw?" Terry asks her suddenly, "With brains like yours?"
"The sorting hat did consider making me a Ravenclaw," Hermione says happily, "But it decided on Gryffindor in the end. So is it agreed we're all using the galleons?"
The group nods as Hermione hands over the galleons.
"You know what these remind me of?" Harry asks.
"What?" Hermione wonders.
"The Dark Mark," Harry says, "Voldemort touches one, and all their scars burn."
"Well, yes," Hermione says hesitantly, "That is where I got the idea, but notice how the dates are engraved on pieces of metal rather than people's skin."
"People's skin?" Percy whispers in my ear.
"I have a bloody sadist for a father," I say monotonously, "What'd you expect?" He rubs my back comfortingly.
"I suppose the only danger with these is we might accidentally spend them," Harry grins.
"Fat chance," Ron mutters, "I have no real Galleons to confuse it with."
It was the first Quidditch match of the year. The month went by quick, and the DA was going strong. However, the teachers decided to triple the workload because of OWL year, and this was pushing Miss Insanity aside, and I was becoming more and more jealous of Percy who didn't even have to take the stupid OWLS. I was surprised when people were putting notes on the notice board demanding for Miss Insanity to return again. I put up a note saying I was in either my OWL or NEWT year (to make it harder for people to suspect me because there are only four OWL girls in Gryffindor), and it'd take time. I'd have to strike sometime soon then.
"Oh, of course you're coming," I was telling Percy, "Yes, Annabeth and Thalia can sit with us as well…oh, Ron, stop doing that, you'll do fine, I promise…Harry, were you nervous your first time?"
"You don't even want to know," Harry replies.
"See? Harry was nervous and look at him now, he's the bloody best seeker ever seen!" I exclaim.
"I'm not that good of a…" Harry starts, but I cut him off with a kiss.
"Don't even finish that sentence," I say breathlessly as I pull away.
As Percy, Annabeth, Thalia, Hermione, and I make our way to the Quidditch pitch after wishing Harry and Ron good luck, we notice the Slytherins, wearing silver crown shaped badges that read:
WEASLEY IS OUR KING.
"Why do I have the feeling they're up to no good?" I sneer as we walk up to find seats.
"They probably are," Hermione points out.
"Malfoy wrote those horrid lyrics," Thalia grumbles under her breath.
"What lyrics?" I ask innocently.
"Oh you'll see, Lina-flower," She says grimly, "You'll see."
The game started. It went well at first. Angelina, Alicia, and Katie managed to score a point. But when the Slytherin team took possession on the Quaffle, they advanced toward Ron. Ron lost his nerve and let the Quaffle in by accident.
I was about to find out what Thalia meant by 'horrid lyrics.'
"Weasley cannot save a thing,
He cannot block a single ring,
That's why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our King!
Weasley was born in a bin,
He always lets the Quaffle in,
Weasley will make sure we win,
Weasley is our King!"
The song seemed to make Ron lose complete grip over his confidence, and he kept letting in goal after goal. I bristle. Ron would probably be doing much better if it weren't for this stupid song! I stand up furiously. "OH MY GODS! IT IS HIS FIRST MATCH! PISS OFF ALL YOU SLIMY SLYTHERINS!" I shriek shrilly, "GRYFFINDOR WILL WIN!"
"SURE, QUIMBY!" Parkinson sneers from the Slytherin stands.
I take a deep breath before screaming:
"Potter and Weasley never let us down,
Always entering with a smile and not a frown,
Lose or win, Potter and Weasley make all the Gryffindors sing,
Potter and Weasley are our KINGS!
The Slytherins can go screw themselves!"
The Gryffindors repeated it:
"Potter and Weasley never let us down,
Always entering with a smile and not a frown,
Lose or win, Potter and Weasley make all the Gryffindors sing,
Potter and Weasley are our KINGS!
The Slytherins can go screw themselves!"
FIGHT!" The Gryffindors and Slytherins scream. "QUIMBY VS PARKINSON!"
"THAT'S THE MOST PATHETIC THING I'VE EVER HEARD QUIMBY!" Parkinson sneers, "And the last line doesn't even rhyme!"
Didn't this girl figure out by now not to egg me on? She really is daft…
FIGHT!" The Gryffindors and Slytherins scream. "QUIMBY VS PARKINSON!"
"WELL, IT'S BETTER THAN YOURS! DID YOU WRITE THE LYRICS ALL BY YOURSELF OR DID YOUR LITTLE DRAKY POO DO IT?" I yell scathingly, laughing harshly. A lot of Gryffindors joined in the laughter.
Hermione winces as she touches my shoulder, "Lina, please, you need to calm down, you're burning hot!" She pleads.
She was ignored as the yelling continued.
"YOU HAVE NO CHANCE WITH MY DRAKY POO!" Parkinson hisses.
"GOOD! I NEVER ASKED FOR ONE!" I screech back, "WHAT KIND OF FREAKING NAME IS DRAKY-POO! I'LL THROW BOTH OF YOU IN TARTARUS AND HOST THE BONFIRE PARTY!"
"HOW MANY SLICK GIT POINTS HAS HE LOST RECENTLY?" Parkinson yells, cackling.
I gasp in shock, "THAT STUFF'S NONE OF YOUR BLOODY BUSINESS, YOU LITTLE PUG FACE!" I scream furiously.
"YOU JUST WAIT, QUIMBY. POTTER WILL LEAVE YOU FOR CHANG AND DRACO HAS ME. OH, POOR LITTLE LINA. NO ONE WANTS HER, NOT EVEN HER FAMILY!" Parkinson yells and the Slytherins burst into laughter.
I gasp and blink a tear away. "YOU'RE LUCKY I CAN'T REACH YOU FROM HERE PARKINSON, BUT I'LL MAKE SURE YOU PAY FOR THAT!" I yell.
"SHUT UP!" Thalia roars at Parkinson, "I AM HER FAMILY AND I WANT HER!"
"SO DO WE!" Percy and Annabeth yell in unison.
"YOU DON'T HAVE MUCH CHANCE WITH MALFOY EITHER! HE THINKS YOU'RE TOO CLINGY AND ANNOYING! HE SAYS IT IN SECRET AWAY FROM YOU! EVEN HE'S TOO GOOD FOR YOU!" I retort.
"BURN!" The Gryffindors yell.
"YOU TAKE THAT BACK!" She screeches, "OR I'LL—I'LL—"
"OH, PLEASE DON'T EMBARASS YOURSELF. YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT THE ART OF THREATENING. I'LL TAKE IT BACK AS SOON AS I START BEING NICE TO YOU!" I sneer, "NEVER THOUGHT I'D SAY IT BUT I FEEL SORRY FOR MALFOY. PUTTING UP WITH YOU MUST BE HARD."
She screams in fury.
I look over at the match, where Ron was letting in goal after goal. The Slytherins were definitely in the lead. The Slytherins continue singing that horrid song.
I see Harry diving for the snitch. My throat was hurting; the yelling finally caught up to me. I hope he'd just catch the snitch and end this disaster of a Quidditch match.
Luckily, Harry's hands close around the snitch. Crabbe angrily swung his Bludger at Harry, who nearly got hit. The rest of the team flew up to him to make sure he was alright, while Ron flew away from the team.
Then, Malfoy was yelling something at Harry, Fred, and George. I had two options, either go search for Ron, or break up this fight that was obviously about to happen.
"I'll go search for Ron," Hermione says, "You go over and handle Harry and Malfoy."
I nod in agreement as I run over to where they were.
Malfoy was laughing nastily, and Harry was struggling to hold George back, while it took all of Angelina, Alicia, and Katie's efforts to restrain Fred.
His mere presence made my anger escalate, the way he stood there smirking all smugly like that, How dare he, the nerve of him. Malfoy is the one person whom my fuse was not short, but literally nonexistent for; one look from him could make me lose my temper. I open my mouth to say something to him, but all that came out was a loud, furious scream that made Malfoy jump in alarm. I compose myself before yelling, "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD WRITE THOSE HORRID LYRICS ABOUT MY FRIEND! STAY AWAY FROM ME AND NEVER TALK TO ME EVER AGAIN SLICK GIT!"
Malfoy seems unfazed when he found out who it was that screamed. He looks directly at me before saying, "Lina. Your. Threats. Don't. Intimidate. Me. Anymore." He pronounces each word slowly.
"What did you say?" I hiss dangerously. He was always the person that could throw me off the deep end. How dare he give me a Firebolt and call me Lina-flower, then do something like this?! It was just too much for me to comprehend at one time, I couldn't grasp why, so it just made me frustrated and angry.
"Lina. Your. Threats. Don't. Intimidate. Me. Anymore." He says boldly, "I've decided to take them in my stride."
I was too beside myself to comprehend what he said, so I took it as an insult and settled for another furious scream, which caused him to simply raise an eyebrow at me. "Wow. How scary. Ooh, I must run from big bad Lina! She'll kill me with a scream!" He chuckles.
I growl at him.
"I mean, it is true," Malfoy laughs openly, "He was born in a bin. And his mother, we couldn't find rhymes for fat and ugly, or useless for his father—but Potter, you like the Weasley's don't you? Don't know how you can stand the stink of their little pigsty, but you were brought up by muggles—or maybe you remember what your mother's house smells like?"
Suddenly, Harry wasn't holding George back, and both were running toward Malfoy. I couldn't get to George on time, but I take deep breaths and grab my boyfriend by the collar and pull him back, holding him tightly on the waist, "A slick git isn't worth it…the Toad could make you lose Quidditch or something!" I remind Harry.
Harry wasn't listening to me. "Lina, let me go!" He snarls furiously. He was struggling against my vice grip like no tomorrow, and he finally wrenches free.
"HARRY NO!" I scream helplessly, "SEE WHAT YOU DO TO PEOPLE MALFOY?! YOU LITTLE SLICK GIT!" I stomp my foot furiously, "I DON'T CARE HOW BADLY HARRY AND GEORGE HURT YOU! THEN YOU CALL ME LINA-FLOWER! YOU CONFUSE ME ON SO MANY LEVELS! I DON'T NEED OWL YEAR, YOU CAUSE ME ENOUGH STRESS BY YOURSELF! NEVER EVER TALK TO ME! STAY AWAY FROM ME! IF YOU EVEN APPROACH ME I'LL HEX YOU INTO NEXT CENTURY!"
Harry was punching Malfoy like no tomorrow, along with George. I immediately regretted my words, not because of Malfoy's feelings, but because Harry seemed to punch Malfoy harder than ever after my little rant.
"THIS IS COMPLETELY UNACCEPTABLE BEHAVIOR!" Madam Hooch says. She points a finger at me, "MISS QUIMBY! SINCE YOU ARE NOT FIGHTING, EXPLAIN!" Clearly she wasn't around to see my little outburst from earlier.
"They had every right! Malfoy thought it'd be funny to insult their family!" I say in their defense, "And he wrote an insulting song about their brother! It was him! I know it!"
"STILL! I'VE NEVER SEEN BEHAVIOR LIKE IT! ALL THREE OF YOU!" She points at Fred, George, and Harry, "To your head of house NOW!"
Harry, Fred, and George all troop off toward the castle. I give Harry a quick kiss, "Good luck. Hopefully McGonagall will get it."
Harry nods, "Thank you love." He says shortly.
"Lina—" Malfoy starts with a groan as soon as Harry, Fred, and George were away. I snarl before slapping him on the face as hard as possible, and storming off before anyone could yell at me for it.
"Just when I had doubts about you," I say, tears coming, "You go back and…be a total asshole!"
I run off, feeling both angry and confused. If I were to look back, I'd see the look of pure regret on Malfoy's face as he stares after me.
Slytherin
"Back to square one, she hates me," Draco says.
Thalia blinks, "I left to help Annabeth with something. Explain to me what happened again."
"In my opinion, I think it's because she saw me insulting Potter and the Weasley's and couldn't understand why I was doing it, so instead of thinking on it she handled it just like a Gryffindor. She was so pissed that all she could do was literally scream at me." He says, "Gryffindors, they're all hotheads with no logic or reason in any of them."
"I told you writing those crappy lyrics was a horrible idea," Thalia tells Draco bluntly. "She's probably really angry and I'm pretty sure if anything happens to those three, Harry and the twins, she'll be even angrier. I don't blame her, you're completely at fault with this. Do you know what your little Pug faced asshole said to her?!"
"What did she say?" Draco asks.
"Poor little Lina, no one wants her, not even her family!" Thalia mimics an annoyingly shrill voice.
"Okay, I have absolutely no interest in Parkinson." He says, fuming at the thought of Parkinson saying that, "And yeah. Lina and Parkinson were screaming so loud that people in China could hear them. I heard everything and probably so did Potter. So. What should I do?"
Thalia scoffs, "I'm not helping you with your Lina problems, figure them out on your own. I don't even like the idea of her dating Potter, and he's a decent person. You? Far from it. Prove to me that you're good enough for her." Thalia says.
"How?" He asks.
Just then to Draco and Thalia's disgust, Pansy Parkinson walks in the room, flanked by her girls. "Drakey!" She squeals, launching herself on him. Thalia smirks at the fact he was about to get his comeuppance. "You don't think putting up with me is hard, do you?" Parkinson asks Draco, wide eyed.
"No. Of course not," Draco tells her, patting her back awkwardly. He looks at Thalia from over Parkinson's shoulder and whisper hisses, "YES, VERY. IF ONLY I CAN GET RID OF HER."
"Good." She says smugly, "Cause that's what Quimby said." She flounces up the stairs, "Says she felt sorry that you had to put up with me." She sniffs.
He shudders, "Lina has a fair point there..."
Thalia scoffs, there's a reason she became a Hunter. Percy and Annabeth together she had no problem with, but this thing involving Lina is starting to give her a headache. "Back to the subject before the pug walked in. You just made up an insulting song for her friend, then insulted her boyfriend's dead parents and her friend's family. That's exactly what a bully does. Tell me. Why'd you do it?"
"Oh...come on it's Potter and Weasley!" He splutters.
"I don't care who they are. They're pretty decent to me and Lina has decided to be their friend, and that's not changing anytime soon. So suck it up and deal with it. Stop being so damn immature and insulting them every five seconds." Thalia says coldly, giving him a look of utter disgust before turning her back on him and walking upstairs.
He watches her go up the stairs, "Why couldn't Lina-flower have become a Hunter of Artemis?" She grumbles to herself, "Things would be so much easier that way."
Lina
Later that evening, Harry lay on the couch, miserable, while I circled around him, massaging his shoulders. A mug of chamomile tea fresh from the kitchens was sitting beside me for my throat. "Banned you? What do you mean that Toad banned you for life? So just because Malfoy couldn't stop being a slick git for once, Gryffindor has no Seeker and no Beaters." I say, trembling with anger.
"This is all my fault," Ron grumbles.
"Of course it's not," Harry assures, "You didn't make me punch Malfoy."
"But if I wasn't so terrible at Quidditch, he wouldn't make up this song." Ron grumbles, "It wound me up-"
"It would've wound up anyone. Didn't you hear me yelling at Parkinson?" I ask him.
"I think people in Timbuktu heard it," Ron answers, making me blush a little.
"I was not that bad." I defend myself.
"I was worried, Lina." Hermione says, "I'm not joking when I say you nearly went on fire."
"Really...? Okay. Now, Ron. Listen. You're a good Quidditch player, you just need confidence. Now come here," I order him. He hesitantly walks forward toward me. I lean in toward him and whisper something in his ear. He nods at the idea.
"That might work," He nods while grinning, Harry and Hermione watch in confusion. He suddenly studies me, "You should try out, Lina."
I blink, "Hmm?"
"For Beater," Ron says, growing more excited as he speaks, "Fred and George are banned, I mean, not that it's a good thing. But they'll need new Beaters."
"Ron, I'm not that good yet..." I trail off.
"Oh don't listen to her," Harry cuts me off, "I saw her practice with Mandy, love, you really have the best chance of anyone. You just need a decent broom, you could borrow mine for tryouts and I can order you a nice broom for Christmas, how's that sound?"
"Um, yeah." I stammer, "About that..." I run to my dormitory and hide the note from Malfoy before bringing down the Firebolt. There was a collective gasp from Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"How'd you get that?" Hermione asks me.
"Chiron got it for me," I lie. It's not like I can say it's Malfoy. "I told him I've gotten into Quidditch...and Midnight brought it to my dormitory."
"Wow," Ron breathes.
"I have some news for you," Hermione says quickly, "Hagrid's back."
The next day, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Percy, Annabeth, Thalia (I had invited them), and I made our way down to Hagrid's hut, bundled up in our winter gear. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I were over the moon that Hagrid was back. Hermione had suggested we go under the cloak last night, but there was no way seven people could fit under there; four was starting to be a struggle. We brought the cloak with us anyways to play it safe. "Oh, you'll love Hagrid!" I was telling Percy, Thalia, and Annabeth.
"Hagrid, it's us!" Harry calls excitedly.
"I shoulda known!" Hagrid mutters from the other side. He lets us in, "Oh, get out of the way, yeh dozy old dog."
Hermione screams and my eyes widen when we see his bruised up face. "Oh, Hagrid, what happened to you?" I ask in concern.
"It's nuthin'," He insists as we sit down, "And who're my guests?" He asks.
"Oh, Hagrid these are Percy, Annabeth, and Thalia," I introduce, "They're exchange students from America that are attending Hogwarts this year. Guys this is Hagrid, the actual Care of Magical Creatures professor, gamekeeper, and our friend."
"Well it's lovely ter meet you," Hagrid says.
I scan the bruises on his face. He was pretty tall, it would be hard for someone to attack him...unless they were taller. "Giants!" I blurt out without thinking.
Hagrid turns to me, "Giants? Who...who said anything abou' giants? Who yeh bin talkin' to? I've...who's told yeh this?"
"Well," Hermione says, "It's kind of obvious." Harry and Ron nod in agreement.
"Never know kids like yeh four for knowin' more than yeh oughta," Hagrid says. "And I'm not complementing it neither. Some might say it's nosy. Interferin.'" He says. He turns toward Percy, Annabeth, and Thalia, "Seriously, it's like these four are a group of trouble."
"Hey!" I say indignantly as Percy snickers.
"So you have been out to visit giants?" Harry asks.
"Yeah, all righ' I have." Hagrid admits.
"And you found them?" Hermione asks.
"Well, they're not that difficult ter find. They're so big, see?" Hagrid says.
"Where are they?" I wonder.
"Mountains, Lina," Hagrid replies.
"So, why can't muggles..." I trail off.
"Oh, they do," Hagrid says darkly, "On'y their deaths are put ter mountaineering accidents, aren' they?"
Annabeth gasps with horror at the thought.
"Come on, tell us what you've been up to!" Ron prods, "Tell us about being attacked by the giants and Harry can tell you about being attacked by the Dementors..."
"Whadda yeh mean attacked by Dementors?" Hagrid growls, and Harry explained about the Dementors and the hearing.
Then, Hagrid told us about how he and Madame Maxime went searching for the giants together. They had made progress until the Death Eaters showed up and won the giants over to the dark side. But before we could ask him anything else, someone knocked on the door.
Hagrid peers through the doorframe, "A woman...wearin' way too much pink."
My eyes widen, "Oh my gods it's her! Hagrid, hide the mugs, and whatever you do, stand up for yourself! This woman is...I'll tell you more later!"
Harry pulls out the cloak. "We're not all gonna fit in that!" I tell him, "Listen, you, Ron, and Hermione get in there."
"What'll you do, love?" Harry asks worriedly.
I open the back window and jump out, as well as Percy, Annabeth, and Thalia, something that shocked Harry, Ron, and Hermione that we had the nerve to do. "We'll eavesdrop from out here!" I hiss, sending Harry a thumbs up. I get down as soon as Hagrid lets Umbridge in.
"So," The Toad asks sweetly, "You're Hagrid, aren't you?"
"Er, I don' wanna be rude, but who the ruddy hell are you?" Hagrid asks. I snicker softly.
"I am Dolores Umbridge," She says.
"Don' you work with Fudge?" Hagrid asks.
"I am Senior Undersecretary to the Minister, yes," Umbridge says haughtily, "And I am now Defense against the Dark Arts teacher."
"That's brave of yeh," Hagrid points out.
"And I am also Hogwarts High Inquisitor," She finishes off haughtily.
"Wha's that?" Hagrid asks.
She ignores him, "I heard voices."
"I was talking ter Fang," Hagrid says.
Umbridge tilts her head over to one side, "And could he hear you?"
"Well, I'd like ter think that Fang's part human sometimes..." Hagrid trails off.
"There are seven sets of footprints leading up to your front door," Umbridge interrupts him. I heard Hermione gasp from inside. It became muffled, like someone just clamped a hand on her mouth.
"Well...er.." Hagrid stammers.
"There are no footsteps leading away from your front door," Umbridge says.
"I...I don't know why that would be...erm..." Hagrid stammers, trying to come up with a good lie.
"Where have you been?" She asks him abruptly, "How did you sustain those injuries?"
"I...I had a bit of an accident," Hagrid says.
"What sort of an accident?" Umbridge demands.
"I, er, tripped," Hagrid says quickly.
"You tripped?" Umbridge asks, unconvinced.
"Yeah, tha's right. O'er a friend's broomstick, I don't fly meself, o' course, I don' think there's a broom that can hold me. Friend o' mine breeds Abraxan horses, I've had a bit o' a ride on one of 'em..." Hagrid starts.
"Where have you been?" Umbridge presses.
"I've been away for me health," Hagrid says.
"For your health?" Umbridge asks, unimpressed.
"Bit o' fresh air, change o' scenery..." Hagrid says.
"Mountain scenery?" Umbridge asks him innocently.
Oh my gods. She knows. How the hell does the Toad know?!
Hagrid chuckles nervously, "Mountains? Nope, South o' France for me. Bit o' sun an' sea."
"You don't have much of a tan," She observes.
"Uh, sensitive skin," Hagrid says.
"I shall be informing the Minister of your late return. Just to let you know, the Minister is determined to weed out unsatisfactory teachers, Hagrid. Good day." She left.
As soon as she's completely gone, Percy, Annabeth, Thalia and I enter through Hagrid's front door while Harry, Ron, and Hermione remove the cloak. "Blimey, is she inspectin' people?" Hagrid asks.
"Hagrid, that Toad, um I mean, woman is evil! Evil I tell you!" I insist. "She's taking over the school!"
"What are you planning to do with us for lessons?" Hermione asks abruptly. "She won't like it if you do anything dangerous, and I don't want her to sack you."
"Oh don' worry, I've bin keeping a couple creatures saved fer yer OWL year." Hagrid says excitedly.
"But you have to pass her inspection or she'll get rid of you before you've stayed even a week here. She's evil enough to do so," I insist.
"Tha' bad, eh Lina?" Hagrid asks me.
I nod vigorously.
"Oh don' worry 'bout me," Hagrid says. "I've got really good stuff planned. You lot had better get to the castle before yer first class, and don't forget to wipe yer footprints behind yeh!"
"I'll plan his lessons for him if I have to," I hear Hermione mutter, "She's not getting rid of Hagrid!"
Gryffindor Common Room
"I made a terrible mistake," Harry sighs as he sat down by Ron and Hermione after that night's DA meeting. Lina was arriving late because Mandy wanted to talk to her.
"What happened?" Ron asks.
"Let's go on up to the dormitory," Harry says. Ron and Hermione follow him up to the boy's dorms. Harry closes his curtain shut and Ron, Hermione, and him sit on Harry's bed.
"Cho kissed me," Harry whispers.
"Oh...please tell me you didn't kiss back," Hermione groans.
"I won't tell you..." Harry trails off.
Hermione grabs one of Harry's textbooks and starts hitting him with it. "Did-you-ever-think-that-you-have-a-girlfriend?" Hermione hisses, hitting him with each word, "This-will-crush-Lina!"
"Look. I really regret it and I love Lina. After it was over I told Cho this would never happen again, and I told her she shouldn't have done it." Harry says.
"Did you make her swear not to tell anyone?" Ron asks.
Harry hung his head. "But I really regret this. I swear on the Styx." Thunder rumbles, and nothing happens to the boy who lived.
Ron gives Harry a sympathetic look while Hermione glares at Harry. "You cheated on my best friend, and regretting things doesn't prove anything. I will not tell Lina and your relationship will stay safe but if she finds out from school gossip I will not save you from her wrath, Harry Potter." Hermione hisses before storming out of the room.
A/N: I hoped you liked the chapter! :) Ooh, so the Cho and Harry kiss happened...do you think Lina will find out? Will Cho and her gossiping girlfriends brag about it in the corridors? Will Draco have something to do with it? Or will it remain a secret forever...? Also we have the no more Quidditch match! Yeah, Lina sort of lost it toward Draco (once again). Right now I'm leaning toward Lina becoming Beater.
Sorry for the lack of Miss Insanity and pranks, I hope the Slytherin scene made up for it ;) More Miss Insanity to come in the next chapter :)
I hoped you enjoyed the chapter! :)
Please R&R :)
-Ana