There's No Turning Back!
Chapter Eight:
A/N. I may fit the last bits into this chapter or I may leave it on a cliffe...either way, this is where it starts to get interesting!!!!:}
Jenny stared at him in disbelief and Harry shook himself out of the dream like state he had obviously been in.
'I...uh... d...didn't think you'd want t...to...' he stuttered, reddening, 'I...uh...just...I think I'll go, yeah?'
He leapt up and prepared to make a speedy exit towards the boy's dormitories where he could hide under the blankets and never come out.
'Harry' said Jenny softly, stopping him in his tracks and looking at him with her crystal blue eyes. He turned around. She wasn't about to...she couldn't...
'Do you mean it?'
'I...uh...' faltered Harry, 'Um...yeah...sorry?' His voice was little more than a squeak.
'OK.'
'Excuse me!'
'I said OK,' said Jenny, starting to smile, 'I'll go to the ball with you.'
Harry's heart leapt into his mouth.
'Y...you mean it?' he asked, hardly daring to believe what he had just heard, 'But why me? Loads of guys have asked you.'
'I like you,' she replied, simply.
It was only later, in Harry's dormitory when he remembered he hated dancing. He groaned.
The next few days Jenny was unusually quiet. She didn't even create to mush havoc in Potions.
Ron and Hermione both knew about Harry and Jenny going together though it took them a lot of persuading to convince Ron that they weren't planning to get married any time soon. But going to the ball with Jenny had its price. Boy's everywhere were scowling at him in corridors and he was constantly telling everyone that they were not going out, just going to the ball as friends.
'I am going to make such and idiot of myself!' said Harry to Ron, the night of the ball, putting his face in his hands. They were at the bottom of the steps leading to the girl's dormitories, waiting for Jenny and Hermione.
Harry had his bottle green dress robes on, which still fitted him. Ron, on the other hand, was looking cheerful. He was wearing dark blue dress robes which Fred and George had paid for. He kept telling Harry that he was confused about why they'd done it. Harry had played along.
'Uh...H...Harry?' stuttered Ron. Harry looked up then leapt up. Both of the girls were standing there, looking stunning. (A/N. Thanks hermione 2001)
Hermione was wearing pale blue dress robes and had done that thing with her hair again. She looked just as attractive, if not more so, than last year.
Jenny was wearing thin, sparkling robes. Her hair was down, as usual, though somehow it sparkled more. She was standing in front of Harry, looking slightly nervous, but smiling. Harry was staring at her, stunned. He had never seen her look so beautiful and didn't know what to say.
'Stop gawking, you look like a fish!' said Jenny, laughing.
They walked out of the common room behind Ron and Hermione, who had their arms linked.
'Um, Harry...d ...do you dance?' said Jenny, looking uncomfortable.
' Er...no, do you?' Harry asked, praying she didn't.
'Thank God, no!' she exclaimed.
They both sighed, looked at each other, and laughed.
'How about we slip off and walk round the ground?' said Harry, relieved.
'Sounds good!' she replied, also sounding relieved.
The four of them walked through the crowd into the Great Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table. The hall was decorated wonderfully as usual. There were pumpkins and bats and lots of other things that flew around the room making the students jump.
When everyone had sat down and ordered the food from the menus, Harry looked around at all the different couples. Neville and Ginny were together again, Fred was again with Angelina, George was with the roommate of Hermione and Jenny, Becky Attwod and Malfoy was with Pansy Parkinson. The pairing was a lot like the year before.
Soon the tables had been cleared away and the Weird Sisters started their music.
'Come on!' said Harry, grabbing Jenny's hand and pulling her through the dancing couples which included Ron and Hermione, 'Quick, before someone notices us!'
'I can walk by myself, you know. I don't need to be dragged,' she said indignantly but she didn't pull away.
They walked outside. It was cold but luckily not raining. Harry realised he still had Jenny's hand and abruptly let go, glad that she couldn't see him blushing.
They walked in silence for a while before Harry realised Jenny was shivering.
'Here,' he said, giving her his cloak. His dress robes were quite thick.
'Thanks,' said Jenny taking it. She sounded almost shy.
After that embarrassed silence they talked about anything and everything for hours. They were getting on, as the Muggle saying goes, like a house on fire.
Soon they reached the lake and sat down. Jenny pulled the cloak tightly around her and shivered but Harry knew the shiver wasn't from the cold.
'What is it?' he asked.
'Nothing,' she said smiling at him. She really did look beautiful. The moon's light was reflecting off the lake onto her face, playing on her features.
Before Harry knew what he was doing he was leaning forward to kiss her, she was leaning forward too...
Suddenly voices broke through the still silence of the night. To Harry's amazement Jenny pushed him away from her and jumped to her feet, as though being snapped out of a spell.
'I don't need you, or your poxy, so called love!' she spat and ran off through the night away from him.
It took Harry a few seconds to realise what had just happened. He leapt up and ran after her, passing George Weasley and Becky Attwood who were taking a midnight stroll.
He caught up with her at the Fat Lady. He grabbed her arm and she spun round, gasping for breath. She shook him off and looked as though she was about to hit him.
'Get away from me!' she snarled at him.
'Me get away from you! That's rich! You're the one who's been following me around trying to keep me out of so called danger!'
Jenny tried to interrupt but Harry was in full flow.
'In every class you've been trying to show off, you are so big headed! Then you go and run away from me! I'm becoming so sick of you! I never want to see you again!'
'Harry, I...I...'
But Harry had already climbed through the portrait hole.
He lay on his bed fuming. She thought she was so brilliant being related to Dumbledore and she thought she could get away with anything! He knew that he shouldn't have yelled at her like that but he was too tired, angry and ashamed to care.
The next morning he was sitting in the common room with the Gryffindors who were yawning but happy.
'Harry,' said Hermione, walking down the stairs, 'Do you know where Jenny is? Her bed didn't look as though it had been slept in.'
A flicker of anxiety went though Harry's stomach.
'Why should I care where that...that...girl is?'
'Becky told me she saw you with her last night. You two didn't fall out did you?'
'Aren't we quick this morning?' said Harry, sarcastically.
'Well sorry if my breathing disturbs you!' said Hermione, catching on to his irritable tone.
Harry growled and stomped towards the portrait hole with a vague idea in his head about visiting Hagrid when the painting opened.
Professor McGonagall was standing there with her eyes very red.
'Ah, Harry...sniff,' she said, dabbing a tissue to her nose, 'Could you come with me please.'
Harry was wondering wryly if he was going to be expelled for upsetting Dumbledore's granddaughter. Trust her to milk thinks for all they're worth. He walked behind McGonagall who kept sniffing at regular intervals. What had he done now?
They went into Dumbledore's office and were at once greeted by shouting;
'How can she have been kidnapped! Hogwarts is one of the safest places!,' Snape was yelling.
'What are we going to do?!' Harry heard Lupin say, trying to keep his temper.
Harry went cold. He knew what they were talking about.
'Excuse me, Dumbledore?' said McGonagall, dabbing at her eyes, 'Harry's here.'
'Ah, Harry,' said Dumbledore.
Harry walked into the room where all the teachers were stood. They all looked either upset, angry or both. Professor Sprout was actually sobbing into Professor Flitwick's shoulder and Snape looked livid.
Dumbledore looked more worried than Harry had ever seen him.
'I'm sorry to say this but Jenny's been kidnapped.'
A/N. Bom, bom, bommmmm!!!!!! Once again I apologise for this chapter being so short (I seem to do that a lot) but I wanted to leave it on this cliffe coz I'm evil...mwwwaaaaaahhaahhaaaaaa!!!!!! Oh yeah, the line 'I don't need you or your poxy, so called love' was made up by hermione 2001!!!! I reeeeeeeeeeeeally love that line!!!!!!:} A big thank you to herm for reviewing almost every part!!!!:}
Disclaimer: I own Jen and hermione 2001 owns Becky Attwood.
Chapter Eight:
A/N. I may fit the last bits into this chapter or I may leave it on a cliffe...either way, this is where it starts to get interesting!!!!:}
Jenny stared at him in disbelief and Harry shook himself out of the dream like state he had obviously been in.
'I...uh... d...didn't think you'd want t...to...' he stuttered, reddening, 'I...uh...just...I think I'll go, yeah?'
He leapt up and prepared to make a speedy exit towards the boy's dormitories where he could hide under the blankets and never come out.
'Harry' said Jenny softly, stopping him in his tracks and looking at him with her crystal blue eyes. He turned around. She wasn't about to...she couldn't...
'Do you mean it?'
'I...uh...' faltered Harry, 'Um...yeah...sorry?' His voice was little more than a squeak.
'OK.'
'Excuse me!'
'I said OK,' said Jenny, starting to smile, 'I'll go to the ball with you.'
Harry's heart leapt into his mouth.
'Y...you mean it?' he asked, hardly daring to believe what he had just heard, 'But why me? Loads of guys have asked you.'
'I like you,' she replied, simply.
It was only later, in Harry's dormitory when he remembered he hated dancing. He groaned.
The next few days Jenny was unusually quiet. She didn't even create to mush havoc in Potions.
Ron and Hermione both knew about Harry and Jenny going together though it took them a lot of persuading to convince Ron that they weren't planning to get married any time soon. But going to the ball with Jenny had its price. Boy's everywhere were scowling at him in corridors and he was constantly telling everyone that they were not going out, just going to the ball as friends.
'I am going to make such and idiot of myself!' said Harry to Ron, the night of the ball, putting his face in his hands. They were at the bottom of the steps leading to the girl's dormitories, waiting for Jenny and Hermione.
Harry had his bottle green dress robes on, which still fitted him. Ron, on the other hand, was looking cheerful. He was wearing dark blue dress robes which Fred and George had paid for. He kept telling Harry that he was confused about why they'd done it. Harry had played along.
'Uh...H...Harry?' stuttered Ron. Harry looked up then leapt up. Both of the girls were standing there, looking stunning. (A/N. Thanks hermione 2001)
Hermione was wearing pale blue dress robes and had done that thing with her hair again. She looked just as attractive, if not more so, than last year.
Jenny was wearing thin, sparkling robes. Her hair was down, as usual, though somehow it sparkled more. She was standing in front of Harry, looking slightly nervous, but smiling. Harry was staring at her, stunned. He had never seen her look so beautiful and didn't know what to say.
'Stop gawking, you look like a fish!' said Jenny, laughing.
They walked out of the common room behind Ron and Hermione, who had their arms linked.
'Um, Harry...d ...do you dance?' said Jenny, looking uncomfortable.
' Er...no, do you?' Harry asked, praying she didn't.
'Thank God, no!' she exclaimed.
They both sighed, looked at each other, and laughed.
'How about we slip off and walk round the ground?' said Harry, relieved.
'Sounds good!' she replied, also sounding relieved.
The four of them walked through the crowd into the Great Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table. The hall was decorated wonderfully as usual. There were pumpkins and bats and lots of other things that flew around the room making the students jump.
When everyone had sat down and ordered the food from the menus, Harry looked around at all the different couples. Neville and Ginny were together again, Fred was again with Angelina, George was with the roommate of Hermione and Jenny, Becky Attwod and Malfoy was with Pansy Parkinson. The pairing was a lot like the year before.
Soon the tables had been cleared away and the Weird Sisters started their music.
'Come on!' said Harry, grabbing Jenny's hand and pulling her through the dancing couples which included Ron and Hermione, 'Quick, before someone notices us!'
'I can walk by myself, you know. I don't need to be dragged,' she said indignantly but she didn't pull away.
They walked outside. It was cold but luckily not raining. Harry realised he still had Jenny's hand and abruptly let go, glad that she couldn't see him blushing.
They walked in silence for a while before Harry realised Jenny was shivering.
'Here,' he said, giving her his cloak. His dress robes were quite thick.
'Thanks,' said Jenny taking it. She sounded almost shy.
After that embarrassed silence they talked about anything and everything for hours. They were getting on, as the Muggle saying goes, like a house on fire.
Soon they reached the lake and sat down. Jenny pulled the cloak tightly around her and shivered but Harry knew the shiver wasn't from the cold.
'What is it?' he asked.
'Nothing,' she said smiling at him. She really did look beautiful. The moon's light was reflecting off the lake onto her face, playing on her features.
Before Harry knew what he was doing he was leaning forward to kiss her, she was leaning forward too...
Suddenly voices broke through the still silence of the night. To Harry's amazement Jenny pushed him away from her and jumped to her feet, as though being snapped out of a spell.
'I don't need you, or your poxy, so called love!' she spat and ran off through the night away from him.
It took Harry a few seconds to realise what had just happened. He leapt up and ran after her, passing George Weasley and Becky Attwood who were taking a midnight stroll.
He caught up with her at the Fat Lady. He grabbed her arm and she spun round, gasping for breath. She shook him off and looked as though she was about to hit him.
'Get away from me!' she snarled at him.
'Me get away from you! That's rich! You're the one who's been following me around trying to keep me out of so called danger!'
Jenny tried to interrupt but Harry was in full flow.
'In every class you've been trying to show off, you are so big headed! Then you go and run away from me! I'm becoming so sick of you! I never want to see you again!'
'Harry, I...I...'
But Harry had already climbed through the portrait hole.
He lay on his bed fuming. She thought she was so brilliant being related to Dumbledore and she thought she could get away with anything! He knew that he shouldn't have yelled at her like that but he was too tired, angry and ashamed to care.
The next morning he was sitting in the common room with the Gryffindors who were yawning but happy.
'Harry,' said Hermione, walking down the stairs, 'Do you know where Jenny is? Her bed didn't look as though it had been slept in.'
A flicker of anxiety went though Harry's stomach.
'Why should I care where that...that...girl is?'
'Becky told me she saw you with her last night. You two didn't fall out did you?'
'Aren't we quick this morning?' said Harry, sarcastically.
'Well sorry if my breathing disturbs you!' said Hermione, catching on to his irritable tone.
Harry growled and stomped towards the portrait hole with a vague idea in his head about visiting Hagrid when the painting opened.
Professor McGonagall was standing there with her eyes very red.
'Ah, Harry...sniff,' she said, dabbing a tissue to her nose, 'Could you come with me please.'
Harry was wondering wryly if he was going to be expelled for upsetting Dumbledore's granddaughter. Trust her to milk thinks for all they're worth. He walked behind McGonagall who kept sniffing at regular intervals. What had he done now?
They went into Dumbledore's office and were at once greeted by shouting;
'How can she have been kidnapped! Hogwarts is one of the safest places!,' Snape was yelling.
'What are we going to do?!' Harry heard Lupin say, trying to keep his temper.
Harry went cold. He knew what they were talking about.
'Excuse me, Dumbledore?' said McGonagall, dabbing at her eyes, 'Harry's here.'
'Ah, Harry,' said Dumbledore.
Harry walked into the room where all the teachers were stood. They all looked either upset, angry or both. Professor Sprout was actually sobbing into Professor Flitwick's shoulder and Snape looked livid.
Dumbledore looked more worried than Harry had ever seen him.
'I'm sorry to say this but Jenny's been kidnapped.'
A/N. Bom, bom, bommmmm!!!!!! Once again I apologise for this chapter being so short (I seem to do that a lot) but I wanted to leave it on this cliffe coz I'm evil...mwwwaaaaaahhaahhaaaaaa!!!!!! Oh yeah, the line 'I don't need you or your poxy, so called love' was made up by hermione 2001!!!! I reeeeeeeeeeeeally love that line!!!!!!:} A big thank you to herm for reviewing almost every part!!!!:}
Disclaimer: I own Jen and hermione 2001 owns Becky Attwood.