AN: I apologize in advance for any errors in this chapter.

Disclaimer: Characters not mine! Oh well, except Philbert and her other OC friends. :)

Enjoy!

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Chapter 3

"Good morning class, for today, we will be discussing the preparation of a sleeping draught and afterwards, I will be pairing you off to create your own," Professor Slughorn stood at the front of the Potions Classroom, eyeing the familiar faces of the seventh and eighth year Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs.

The students stood around him as he began the demonstration. Standing in front of the crowd, Philbert eyed his every movement with determination. Beside her, Jackson and Leo were too busy whispering about some new broomstick model they had seen their favorite professional Quidditch player use.

Philbert frowned when she suddenly missed one instruction and when she turned to ask beside her, she was surprised to see Neville standing on her right side, also frowning slightly.

She chuckled a little and leaned in to whisper, "I'm guessing you got lost too, Neville."

He gave her an embarrased smile. "Yeah, I think professor forgot we were listening to him. His voice became softer and softer by the minute."

She laughed quietly and nodded. "Yeah."

A clap suddenly echoed in the room, causing all of them to jump. Turning back to Professor Slughorn, they saw him with his hands clasped together and big wide smile on his face.

"Let's pair you lot now, shall we?"

And he ordered them to line up according to their houses.

"Longbottom and Abbott."

Neville gave Philbert a scared look.

"You got this," she whispered to him.

"Soriano and Weasley."

"Which Weasley?" Ron, Ginny, Fred and George asked all at the same time.

Professor Slughorn turned to them, surprised before he gave a small embarassed laugh. "Oh dear, so sorry. Right well, George Weasley. You're with Ms. Soriano here."

Philbert locked eyes with George and she gave him a small smile and shrugged. Suddenly, she felt a small and sharp pinch on her side.

"Ow!"

Jackson smiled at her. "Go get him, girl!"

She glared back at him and followed George into their table.

It was going to be a long and awkward Potions Class.

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"I'm really really sorry for that, George. Really I am," Philbert stared at the big purple stain on his shirt.

George chuckled, looking down his front. "Hey, it's alright. No harm done. Besides, we were able to remedy it."

"You were able to remedy it. I just stood there while the potion let out purple smoke." Philbert grumbled and crossed her arms over her chest.

George loosened his tie and ran a hand through his hair. "Hey, stop beating yourself up about it. You got it the second time."

She sighed and looked up at him. "Thanks to you. Potions really isn't my cup of tea."

"That can't be true. You're a quick learner."

"No I'm not. Especially not in Potions."

They slowly made their way to the Great Hall for lunch, all their friends had already left.

"You, you're great at Potions. I can tell. You and Fred? You must be to be able to create all those amazing products in your shop."

George looked at her in surprise.

"You think our products are amazing?"

She frowned at his question.

"Of course, I do. Who doesn't? Even my muggle brother loves them."

He smiled at her.

"Thank you, I'm really glad you like them. It really means a lot."

She gave him a big smile.

"I've been a fan of your products even before you opened up your shop, you know."

That made him stop in his tracks.

"Really?"

"Yep. Although, I was never a fan of your dung bombs. They're great, but I have allergies and somehow they cause my allergies to act up."

"Huh, is that so? Don't worry, I'll look into that."

And then he suddenly remembered something.

"Hey, where's Fluffy?"

"Oh he's here in my pocket, sleeping."

"How is he treating you so far? Everything good?"

"Still so adorable and he helps me relive my stress. He's really a sweethart."

"I'm glad to hear that. Oh and about Potions, I'm not the greatest but I do admit, I'm good at it. So if you want, I can always help you out."

They stopped right in the middles of their house tables, and they both could feel the eyes of their friends boring into their backs as they continued to smile at each other.

"I would really appreciate that. Thank you."

And they broke eye contact and turned to their respective group of friends with a stupid smile on their faces.

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"What do you call this ball again, Phil?" Blaise asked again, frowning at the blue and white ball in his hands.

"Volleyball, and you're not supposed to kick it. You hit it with your hands," she said, stretching out her legs on the cool grass.

They were currently in the Quidditch field, spending the Saturday morning studying for their upcoming Muggle Studies exam on sports. And being the only knowledgeable one about muggles in their group, Philbert was bombarded with questions from each and everyone of them.

Blaise nodded, "Got it. Thanks!" And he threw the ball to Jackson and they began playing it thre proper way.

In the other side, Leo and Bethany were playing football while sprouting questions about it at each other.

Philbert sat beside Chelsea, who was lying down on the grass. Beaide them lay their forgotten badminton rackets and shuttlecock. They had just finished their tenth game and they were both already tired and hungry.

A sudden noise from the entrance caused them to look up and they saw the Weasleys plus Harry and Hermione enter the field, the latter one being the only one not carrying a broomstick.

"Hey, Philbert!" Ginny waved at her from afar.

She smiled and stood up, brushing off her sweatpants.

"Hey! You guys palnning on flying today?"

"Yeah. Fred and George argued they could still beat us in Quidditch, but Ron and I don't really agree."

Laughing at her response, Philbert suddenly remembered what she was wearring and she suddenly became really conscious of her body. She wasn't wearring anything body tight or anything to showy, heck. She was only wearring a grey dryfit shirt and black sweatpants. She wasn't showing her legs but she knew her pants emphasized her wide hips and thick tighs. And her tummy isn't really flat and toned.

Looking up at George who was smiling at her from behind Ginny, she couldn't help but notice how his shirt fit his chest perfectly and how his sweatpants really made him taller than he already was.

"What are you guys doing?" Harry asked them, looking at all the sports equipment scattered around them.

"Just practicing for Muggle Studies," Chelsea said.

"Cool! I missed playing football."

"Want to join us?" Leo asked, kicking the ball his way.

"You know, you guys can compete by playing football instead," Hermione said, stealing the ball from Harry and kicking it toward Fred who looked at his siblings.

"We can still defeat you guys here," Ginny said.

"Says who?" Fred snorted. "Georgie and I will beat your arse. Right, George?"

George looked at Philbert and she gave him a small smile and a thumbs up.

"Bloody yes, Fred!" He cheered, eyes still on Philbert.

"Great, Jackson and Blaise will be on Fred and George's team, and Leo and Bethany on Ginny and Ron's," Philbert said.

As they all ran off to their positions, Hermione stood next to Philbert and gave her a smirk. "This should be fun."

Philbert returned her smirk and said, "Absolutely."

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George panted and wiped the sweat dripping down the side of his face. From the corner of his eyes, he could his twin brother doing the same thing. on front of him, Ron was close to collapsing and Ginny was no better. Who knew muggle sports could be so draining?

From the side, Hermione, Philbert, Harry, and Chelsea were watching their game with great excitement. The former three, probably having a big laugh at their expense.

He remembered the big smile Philbert had given him right before he agreed to this game, and he also remembered the way she looked beautiful in those sweatpants.

The way the black cloth followed every curve of her hips and legs made it very difficult for him to look away.

He turned to see her pop jellybeans into her mouth. Her hair was up in a ponytail with a few strands framing her face and the sunlight making heright brown skin glow. She was one big distraction alright.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when Ginny cheered and jumped up and down. "Yes! We won!"

"We won!" Ron joined in.

Fred groaned and collapsed on the grass. "I am so dead tired."

Hermione and Philbert were cheering with Ginny. But all of a sudden, Philbert looked straight at him and he just felt himself walk toward her, loser or not.

He walked straight to her side and she handed him a bottle of cool water. "You guys did great you know, for beginners."

He couldn't help but smile at her big smile. And he wondered, why hadn't he noticed her before?

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AN: There's chapter three!!! Honestly, I having a hard time coming up with the details of this story but I do know how I want things to go for these two. So please bear with me. And thank you so much for reading!