Disclaimer: Oh, you now the rime.
A/N: Sigh. I think I'm suffering the writer's block. I just can't put the story down on the paper...
Oh, and just so you know it: All teachers' names have a hidden meaning(duh!). This is mostly for the Norwegian readers, since they are the only ones here who understand what the names mean. If you really want to know, e-mail me:
And I'm sorry if I wrote that the boys' dormitories is called 'Nøkken'. That's the bathroom. The boys' dorms is called 'Rise'. Sorry.. Oh, yeah, the names of the houses have also a hidden meaning.
Anyway, thanks to: Krissy, Moondragon, Meghan, Arabella Figg, China girl, Blue Eyed Blond, Lady Marmalade. You are the best! ^_^ Oh, and of course thanks to Ron's babe, Fata Morgana, and Waterfall(I don't think she has an author account, but Ron's babe and Fata Morgana have.) And Sverdlilje(gotcha, Nayru!^_^), for some reason.
Now:
The Exchange Students, Chapter Five: Quidditch, a confession and a party
They went into the gymnastic hall, the others glancing at Draco from time to time.
"Can you stop looking at me like I'm a ticking bo-" Draco stopped, looking speechless at the scene before him. The others turned and stared at it.
Kjersti was in the middle of a fight with a guy. They stood in the middle of the hall, exchanging series of kicks, hits, and blows. Their hands were just a blur of fast movement. The guy lunched a blow for Kjersti's head. She ducked, swinging her leg around to strike at his feet. He jumped up(how can anybody jump so high? Draco wondered) and the boys at the entrance got a clear view of his face. It was-
"Risevis?" Draco said dumbfounded. It had been a shock to know that their Muggle Studies teacher was the Headmaster himself, but to know that he spent his spare time fighting with one of the students...
"Told ya you'd be surprised," Mats grinned.
"No, you didn't. You just said 'Come and see.' That's what you said."
"Oh. Must have forgotten, then. OY! HANS PETTER!" Mats called to Risevis.
"His name is 'Hans Petter'?" Harry said. It wasn't what he imagined a Headmaster would have as a first name.
"Why do you think Kjersti calls him 'Hansi'?" Mats replied.
Risevis stopped at the sound of his name. Kjersti, who was just delivering a blow at his nose, stopped half an inch from it. (A/N: OK, from now on I'll not write in inches and feet. We use the metre system, so that's what I'm gonna write in. Nyah nyah!)
"I have to talk with Mats," Risevis said to her. "You can train with the Martial artist, if you want to." Kjersti nodded. Risevis waved his wand, and a woman the exact size as Kjersti appeared. She was wearing a Kung-Fu uniform, with a brown belt. She radiated an almost invisible blue light. Kjersti and the woman bowed their heads to each other, and began the fight.
"So," Risevis said, smiling at the boys. "What was it you wanted to talk to me about, Mats?"
"Well, you know Kjersti's birthday is next week, and-"
"And you wanted to have a party for her?"
"Yeah. But you know, last time, there was a bit complaining from the first and second years..."
"Oh yes. I remember that. You kept up the music to, what was it? Three o'clock?"
"Um, actually it was 'till four. But anyway, since we shouldn't disturb the kids (Risevis raised an eyebrow), I thought we could have it in one of the other seters."
"It's called a 'hill farm' in English, Mats. But I think it's a good idea."
Mats looked relieved. "Great. The other teachers would have exploded at the mere idea."
"Yes, the teachers...We'll just say it is a party 'so the English students can get more acquainted with our students'. That will convince them."
"Thank you, Hans Petter."
"No problem. Say, is it going to be a surprise party?"
"I doubt we could keep it secret from Kjersti for long."
"Too true," Risevis smiled. "She will try to convince you to let her help making it ready, though."
"Ah, well. Any help we can get. Just as long as she doesn't find the presents."
"Of course. What have you got in mind for her?"
"Well, I have been thinking about the vi- Hello, Kjersti," Mats smiled at Kjersti who walked towards them.
"Hi, everybody. What are you talking about?"
"Oh, we're just going to have a 'get to know each other' party," Mats said, winking at the others.
"When?"
"Next Saturday."
"Cool. Who's gonna arrange it?"
"We haven't decided yet..."
"I'm in," Kjersti said immediatly.
"I thought so. Do any of you guys want to?" Mats asked Draco, Harry and Ron.
"I can." Everybody turned towards Draco.
"What?" Ron and Harry said simultaneously. Draco looked at them.
"I said, I can be in this...party committee. What's so wrong with that?" Harry's jaw was on the floor. Ron's wasn't much higher.
"Nothing wrong with that, Draco," Mats said cheerfully. "Maybe we should have one more girl...What do you think, Kjersti?"
"I'll ask Hermione. See you at quidditch?"
"Sure," Mats said.
Draco watched Kjersti as she went through the door out of the gym, noticing with some satisfaction the way she moved her hips. Suddenly he was aware of that everybody looked at him.
"What?"
***
"Hiya, Hermi! Just woke up, have you?" Kjersti said as she walked into their dormitory. Hermione was reading in a book.
"Let me guess: You've been training."
"And Hermione wins a thousand kroner(A/N: Norwegian currency) for that remarkable accurate guess."
"How many times a week do you have a work out anyway?" Hermione asked.
"Hmmm, let me think...At least seven times a week."
"One work out a day?! " Hermione gaped at Kjersti.
"Yeah. So what?"
"No wonder you're in shape," Hermione muttered.
"It is rather refreshing, you know. I can focus my anger at the punching woman."
"Punching woman?"
"Yeah. It's a...well...a Martial Art-opponent you have to fight. Risevis created it. It match you in skill and height and so on, so you won't have any advantages. It's very useful when you train."
"Oh." Hermione turned towards her book.
"Say, we're gonna arrange a 'get to know each other' party next Saturday. Care to help us?"
"I'm not sure..."
"Oh, come on. For me?" Kjersti looked at Hermione with innocent, pleading eyes.
"Oh, all right. But I warn you: I've never done it before."
"One time has to be the first, right?" Kjersti smiled.
"Yeah," Hermione said, going again back to her book.
"What are you reading?" Kjersti asked curiously.
"Nothing," Hermione said, blushing.
"Yeah, right. Come on, show me."
"It's nothing!" Kjersti grabbed the book from Hermione, looking at the title.
"How to communicate with the man of your dreams," she read. Hermione was blushing beet red. "Hermione," Kjersti sighed. "Have you become that desperate? Never trust a book."
"But-"
"I've told you that we're gonna fix it. And the party will be the perfect chance!"
"Ok."
"Ey, don't make that sad face. Now say after me: I'm not gonna be desperate."
"I'm not gonna be desperate," Hermione repeated.
"I'm the best," Kjersti continued.
"I'm the best."
"I'll not act like a foolish ten-year-old with a childish crush."
"I'll not act like a foo- HEY!"
***
(A/N: I was now told that my nephew(13 months) has eaten most of the dirt belonging to one of our pot-plants. Back to the story.)
The quidditch field was buzzing with voices. Draco looked around, noticing that one meter with snow didn't stop approximately the whole school from being there.
"Why is so many here?" he asked. "Seriously not everyone intend to play quidditch! There's only fourteen players allowed!"
"Yeah, but we have other quidditch fields too," Mats said, and nodded towards some other fields with six tall poles with goalposts. "Although they are smaller. But that fits the first years well."
"I guess. But, it isn't normally so many people playing quidditch, is it?"
"No. Guess you have attracted a crowd. I mean, it's not so often that foreigners come here. Besides from tourists. But they are just annoying."
Just then there was a loud squeal from several girls younger than them.
"Look! It's Harry Potter !"
"Oh, no," Harry groaned. He must have picked up his name and found the connection. The girls were rushing towards them – towards him, Draco corrected himself – squealing, giggling and also acting otherwise very girl-ish. "See you later," Harry said and mounted his broom.
"Aw, man," most of the girls said. But some mounted the brooms they had been holding, and flew after the swiftly disappearing Harry. Draco almost felt sympathy for him. Almost. See? the inner voice said. It isn't so much fun to be Harry Potter. Just like he has told you.
Don't make me feel guilty, Draco 'snarled' at the voice.
It's my job.
Take vacation.
"He was in a hurry," a voice said behind him. Draco turned, and saw Kjersti, Hermione, Mona, and Pansy.
"Hi, girls," Mats said, grinning. "Harry had an urgent errand."
"What errand?"
"I don't really know. Something like 'Hide and Seek', I think."
"Poor Harry," Mona said.
"Hmf. Reckon he'll manage to reach back before we start?" Ron asked.
"Yeah. Those aren't the best fliers. Besides, he's got a Firebolt. Nothing can compare with that broom."
Then three teachers appeared, Risevis one of them. He sure is active, Draco thought.
He sure is.
Will you STOP READING MY THOUGHTS?!
I'm sorry. Part of the job. Have to know if you have any wrong intentions, you know.
I hate you.
I can live with that.
"Okay," Risevis said. (A/N: Of course he had done the language spell as well, so Draco &co. could understand him.) He had magnified his voice. "You know the rime. First and second years to field two, third and fourth years to field three. Off you go."
About half the students went to the two other fields with the two other teachers – Trulte Huldervold (CFMC) and Gunnar Tyde (Astronomy), Draco remembered.
"You're not intending to play all of you, are you?" Risevis asked the remaining students. Most of them shook their heads. "Well, don't stand there in the way, then. Go up to the viewing seats." (A/N: Hope that was the right word.) Risevis was standing left with sixteen students.
"Do you wanna play?" Hermione asked Mona – Kjersti was plainly thinking about playing.
"Naw, not really. Quidditch isn't much me."
"You wanna go up on the seats with me, then?"
"Sure. Pansy, are you gonna play?" Mona asked. Pansy shook her head, and the three girls went up to the viewing seats.
"Now we're a player short," Risevis sighed. (A/N: I don't bother with the signs. Let's just say that to the Norwegians, he speaks Norwegian, ok?)
"There comes Harry!" Ron said, pointing at an approaching figure in the air. "Did you shake 'em off?"
Landing, Harry said: "At last, yes. Those girls were mad."
Risevis looked curious, but Kjersti said: "Don't ask, Hansi. The thought of those girls makes me want to puke." Risevis shrugged, and said:
"Let's split up in teams. Hmm...Who wants to be Keepers?" Ron and a boy from sixth grade raised their hands. "That was easy. Ron, you go to that side, Johan, you go the other side. Now, who wants to play...oh, bugger, might as well get it over with," he muttered to himself, "Who wants to play Seeker?" Harry, Draco, and five others raised their hands. "Shit," Risevis mumbled. "It happened again. Ok, we'll just have to make a draw." He waved his wand, and seven straws appeared. "They who get the shorter straws, get to be Seekers," he said. "You begin, Rolf." Rolf picked a long straw. Harry picked a short straw. Damn. Only one short straw left... To other boys picked long straws, before it was Draco's turn. He picked a long straw.
"Damn," he said, although without feeling. That's not so bad, really. At least I won't make an idiot out of myself in front of Kjersti because I can't catch the Snitch faster than Harry. Now HOLD IT! I didn't just think that, did I? Of course I didn't.
You did, the voice said.
Shut up.
A girl – Draco thought she was in the sixth year and rather pretty– picked the other short one.
"Linn, you go with Johan, and Harry, you go with Ron." Harry went grinning over to Ron, who gave him a Five. (A/N: You know, that 'Gimme five' thingie? Hope you do, 'cause I won't explain it.^_^)
"Soo...Who wants to play Beater?" Risevis said. Two of the boys that had wanted to play Seeker raised their hands, along with Kjersti and a boy from their class. "Right. Kjersti and Fredrik, you go to Johan's team. Shoo," he said playfully, swatting Kjersti on the ass. Kjersti squealed a little and slapped him equally playfully over the head. None of the Norwegian students seemed to mind. Now ain't he awfully forward, Draco thought.
Don't be jealous, the voice said. They are just playing like friends do.
I'm NOT JEALOUS!!!
Sure. Whatever.
"Okay, rest of you are Chasers. You three," he pointed at Draco and two others, "are on Ron's team." With a swish of his wand, he turned the students' coats to red and green. Draco found himself wearing a coat with Gryffindor colour. Surprising himself, he wasn't that nauseatic about it.
"Everybody ready?" Risevis asked. "Mount your brooms. One, two, three!" He blew a whistle, and everybody shot into the air. Draco suddenly found himself holding the Quaffle, rasing towards the goalposts of the Green team.
"Oy! Blond guy! Over here!" Draco turned towards the voice, and saw another from his team waving at him. He threw the Quaffle. The other guy scored.
Draco cheered with everybody else. Then he saw a black blur zooming towards him. He ducked, barely escaping the Bludger. He looked were it came from – Kjersti was grinning at him. Surprising himself (again) Draco grinned back.
The match was something of the greatest things Draco had ever done. He was, surprisingly, a very good Chaser. The teams were very even, and after a little while Draco had scored his first goal in his entire life, making the scores 40-30 to the Red team. Everybody from his team cheered wildly – even Harry and Ron.
"Good job, Blond guy!" The first Chaser said – in English, this time.
"Just call me Veela," Draco grinned. Harry and Ron looked surprised at him. Draco caught Kjersti's eye(she had only been a few meters away), and winked at her. She turned abruptly, her ears turning suspiciously red. Mats (who, Draco admitted, was a very good Chaser) grinned.
The match went on. Suddenly Harry dived towards the ground at top speed. There was a collective gasp. Harry turned sharply, again flying up in the air. In his grasp was the struggling form of the Snitch.
For the first time, Draco wasn't angry because Harry had got the Snitch. But then, it was the first time he and Harry was on the same team. Everybody flew over to hug Harry, and for some reason, Draco found himself hugging Harry too. Oh, bother, he thought. The voice in his head had nothing to say this time, but Draco sensed some satisfaction from it.
***
"So, what do you think?" Mats asked the other guys after the Quidditch match. They were down in Nøkken, and Harry double-checked that the door was locked.
"Not that Ron wouldn't mind another visit from Hermione," he grinned at Ron. Ron rewarded him with a bashing in the head with a gym bag.
"You mean, the Quidditch mach? That was cool," Draco said. "I've never played Chaser before."
"You haven't? Then you're better than I thought."
"Umm, I have been playing Seeker..."
"Well, you're a perfect Chaser. Don't waste your time on that Seeker rubbish."
"Rubbish?! The Seeker is not rubbish!" Harry objected, taking off a sock and wrinkling his nose at the smell.
"Whatever," Mats grinned.
"I didn't know that Risevis was so interested in sports," Ron said, much to change the subject so that Harry wouldn't kill Mats – Harry was very touchy when it came to quidditch and Seekers.
"Yeah," Harry said. "He's really cool."
"Well, he is a bit...er...sports crazy," Mats said. "Loves quidditch, loves Martial Arts..."
"That was what he and Kjersti was doing in the gym?" Ron said. "Man! I couldn't even see their hands!"
"Yeah. They use to train every morning."
"What's with Risevis and Kjersti, anyway?" Draco suddenly said. "They seem awfully familiar with each other." Mats, Ron, and Harry turned towards him. Oh, no. Why the hell did I say that?
"Are you jealous, Draco?" Harry asked. That was a sudden turn of events, Draco thought. Harry has never called me 'Draco' before. Oh, no. I'm blushing.
"I think he is," Ron grinned. I hate you, Draco thought.
"Relax, Draco. They are cousins." Mats grinned too.
"No competition, then!" Harry grinned even wider. "To think that...Draco Malfoy in love with a Muggle born...Dementors may celebrate Christmas after all." He and Ron burst out laughing.
"Be nice to him," Mats said.
"Yeah, all right," Harry said, wiping his eyes. "I'm sorry, Draco."
"Good luck, Draco," Ron said. Then he grinned. "You're gonna need it."
"Thanks," Draco muttered. That didn't go too bad, the inner voice said.
Shut up.
***
(A/N: Sigh. Another section starting with an author's note...Anyway, I just realised that Kjersti in the story said that it was her brother that had picked Norbert up (if you can remember that, I'll be amazed). But anyway, to not create confusion later, I'll tell you: I have no brothers,(thank god! Umm, no offence) and therefore no brothers in the story. It was one of my cousins. But then, I don't have male cousins in the 'real' world either...but never mind that. Now: The story.)
"...and 'till the next lesson, I want everybody to write an essay about the Jotun rebellion. That will be all," Professor Tor Sagatroll finished, just as the bell rang. All the students scrambled up and ran out the door to freedom.
"Man, I hate History of Magic," Mats grumbled as they went down the corridor to the tunnel room.
"Hah," Harry said. "Sagatroll's nothing against our teacher when it comes to boredom. We have a ghost." Mats winced in sympathy.
"I think the Jotun rebellion sounded quite interesting," Hermione said.
"Yeah, if the teacher wasn't pausing every ten seconds in the speech to scratch his nose or hair, sit down on the desk, or just look over the class," Ron said. (A/N: Based on what my own history teacher does. *sigh* I have him in natural science subject too...poor me.)
"Aye," Kjersti joined in. "He can make even me want to go to sleep."
"There speaks the school genius," Mona grinned.
"I'm not a school genius! I'm perfectly normal. So there."
"Yeah, try another one, Kjersti," Mona said.
"I'm not," Kjersti said in a tiny voice.
"Sure, darlin'," Mats said, grinning himself. "Whatever you say." Kjersti hit him playfully in the shoulder.
"See? Her answer to any teasing: hit 'em." Mats quickly dodged out of Kjersti's reach.
"Why are they always teasing me?" Kjersti asked annoyed.
"I don't know," Mona said.
"It was a rhetorical question."
"I knew that."
Harry and the others from Hogwarts looked interestingly at what looked like was turning into a day-to-day squabble. It was rather funny.
"Hi, everybody!" Mia Trylle-Formel, the Charms teacher, said beamingly. "Please sit down. Now, I hope you have read about this new charm we're going to have about today. Do anyone remember what it is called?" Several hands shot into the air. "Yes...Hilde?" Hermione remembered the cheerful girl with all the horse posters.
"It is called 'the Disco charm'," Hilde said.
"Remember to speak in English, Hilde. Now, can anybody tell me why it is called 'the Disco charm'?" Not so many hands this time.
"Hilde? Do you know?"
"Uh, it's because it's ...er...usually used when you are at ...er...night clubs?"
"Correct! You usually use the Disco charm when at celebrations, such as night clubs and parties. Now why is this a charm in the fifth grade curriculum?" No hands in the air. "You don't know that? Neither do I. But I know that Risevis thought you should have about it, because next Saturday it is going to be in use."
"Wat's going two happen den?" one of the students, Helge, asked.
"You will be told later," Trylle-Formel said.
"Aw, come on!"
"Gimme a break!"
"Be a bit cool, 'kay?"
"Oh, all right," Trylle-Formel smiled. "There is going to be a party so that the students from Hogwarts can get to know you better, and the other way around."
There was a big cheer around the room. Trylle-Formel tolerated it for about a minute, before she tried to quiet them down.
"Quiet!" she said. It didn't help. "SILENCE!" she bellowed. The class room fell silent once again. "Thank you. Now, back to the charm...Can anybody describe how it works?" A slight pause while Trylle-Formel looked down at the paper with the Hogwarts students' names(with pictures of them). "Hermione?"
"When you cast the charm, you immediately get, well, what you want to get. It depends. If you want the music you're playing to be loud, it gets loud. If you want flashing disco lights, you get disco lights. And so on."
"Thank you. Now, I want you to learn the spell. Now be warned: To use it, you've got to have the permission from a Ministry wizard or witch from the Entertainment department. Or, in our case, the permission from one of the teachers at the school. Now, I want you to say after me: Discosito! "
"Discosito!" the students roared. There came some low music and a flash of light.
"Try again, 'till you get the hang of it," Trylle-Formel said, putting on mufflers.
At the end of the lesson, the Charms room was roaring with music, and through the door you could see flashing and swinging lights of different colours.
***
"Sooo, we'd better get started with the party arranging, don't you think?" Mats asked at lunch.
"Hmmm?" Draco said.
"I said: We'd better get started on the party arranging," Mats repeated.
"Huh? Oh, right. What?" Draco asked, seeing Mats, Harry and Ron grinning at him.
"You're far off in your other world, aren't you?" Mats said.
"What 'other world'? Why are you guys grinning?"
"Never mind. But shouldn't we go ask Kjersti and Hermione to come and start the planning?"
"What planning?"
"Oh, bother. Come on, lover boy."
And Mats left Harry and Ron, who were howling with laughter, to go to the girls' table, Draco in tow.
"Now you get a grip when we talk with them, you understand? You don't want Kjersti to think you're a complete lame-o, right?"
That seemed to clear Draco's mind a bit. "Right," he said.
"Hi, guys," Kjersti said when they came to the table. The conversation they had had, which consisted of much giggling, whispering and leaning heads together, had abruptly stopped.
"Hi. I thought we could start planning the party."
"Great! Thank you! Now I didn't have to be the one to suggest it," Kjersti smiled.
"I have the slight impression that Kjersti loves parties," Hermione said to Mats. He smiled.
"She loves any excuse for her to dance, so…"
"You dance, Kjersti?" Hermione looked surprised.
"Now, why does everybody who find out that I like dancing react like the moon has started singing opera with a purple wig?"
"It just isn't in your character, Chessie," Mats smiled.
"To HELL with my character!" Kjersti shouted. Several heads turned their direction.
"Never mind, Kjersti."
"Er, are we gonna start, or not?" Hermione asked.
"Hmm?" Kjersti said distractedly, stopping the tirade she probably was going to let lose. "Oh, yes. Let's go to the library. See you later!" she called to Mona and Pansy. (A/N: I haven't mentioned Crabbe for the last chapter or two, but I don't think anybody objects about that. Let's just say he found some friends with the same IQ in the first grade – OK, almost the same IQ.)
***
"Let's make a list," Kjersti said, taking a note book and a pen from her school bag. "So. What music do we want?"
"The Weird Sisters," Hermione said. (A/N: Hope that's the name of that popular pop group in the wizard world. Don't flame me if it isn't.)
Kjersti wrote it down. "Now, we can't just have them…Is there any other wizard world groups?" They looked uncertain at each other. "Guess not. Sooo, any special requests when it comes to muggle bands?" Again everybody looked at each other. "Nothing there either…Then I'll just ask the DJ to pick out the standard songs, ok?"
"About the DJ," Mats said. "I'm sure my brother can do it." Kjersti grinned.
"I was counting on it. Tell him he'll take the 'usual'."
"Of course," Mats returned the grin. Hermione and Draco looked at from Mats to Kjersti and back again.
"Am I missing something here?" Hermione whispered to Draco. He whispered back:
"Then you're not the only one."
"Right. DJ and music done…Hansi will take care of the lights, as usual."
"He's gonna use the Disco charm?"
"Probably."
"Who's gonna be there?" Hermione asked.
"Right! I almost forgot," Kjersti said. "Hmm. I doubt the first to third years are interested, to be honest, and to be frankly they are a bit to young. I mean, do you want those gnites to walk around there, giggling and too shy to dance and stuff?"
"It's only two years since you were one of those gnites," Hermione pointed out.
"Never mind that. The point is that they are a bit...er...childish."
"We get the picture, Kjersti. We totally agree with you."
"I started to get worried," Kjersti grinned.
"But we will invite the fourth years," Mats said. "Now, do we invite the sixth years only, or the seventh years too?"
"I don't think the seventh years are too interested," Kjersti said. "After all, they look at us like a bunch of gnites." She grinned.
"You sure like that word, don't you," Hermione said amused.
"I love it."
"What does it mean?"
"I'm not sure…" (A/N: Me neither. Is it a word? It just popped into my head.)
"Umm, can I ask a stupid question?" Draco asked.
"Shoot away."
"Er…What do we actually wear at these parties? I haven't been to so many of them..." He blushed.
"Hey, anything you want. But I don't think wizard robes are a good idea," Mats said, looking at the robes Draco was wearing. (A/N: His father doesn't allow him to have muggle clothes. What a git.) "Say, you wanna go for some shopping? You could get some muggle clothes. Both for the party and for day to day use."
"Yeah, sure," Draco said. "But I don't have any money..."
"We'll fix that when we get to town. But first, we have to convince Hans Petter that we need to get to Molde."
"Molde?"
"Yeah. That's the biggest town in a not-too-great distance area."
"Speaking of which," Hermione said, "where are we?"
"You haven't been told yet? Trollheimen lies at the Geiranger fjord. It's one of the most popular fjords for tourists to visit," Kjersti said.
"But isn't that a bit unsafe? If any muggles would discover it..."
"I doubt it. Trollheimen isn't just one building, as you know. From the outside most of the houses, or seters, look just like...well...normal seters. Of course, all of them are magically expanded inside. And some of the seters are invisible. Besides, all inhabitants in Geiranger are wizards and witches."
"Oh."
"Anyway, we have to get Hansi to drive us to Molde, 'cause it's too cold to go there by motorcycles," Kjersti continued.
"You're not allowed to use motorcycles before you're sixteen," Mats reminded her.
"Has that ever stopped us?"
"Nooo." They grinned at each other.
"We have to ask the others too if they want to come along," Hermione said.
"Of course." Kjersti smiled. "Mona would kill me if she missed a chance to go shopping."
Just then, the bell rang.
"Damn! We're gonna be late for Herbology!" They ran out to the tunnel room.
**
A/N: Sorry if there was a problem with the line intervals, I don't know what happened.
Yes, I know I promised a party in this chapter... But hey, I've got to have some freedom here! Besides, this was a nice, long, shiny chapter, wasn't it? Made up for that horrible short last chapter. I'm writing chapter six as you read. But please: Use this widdle liddle boxie thingie under here, *points down*, would ya? Thank you. I, like all other fanfic writers, love reviews. So make me happy. Please? *Looks up at the readers with Bambi eyes* Sigh. I've been forced to use them a lot lately.
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