After supper, Cory went down to the common room with Zack. They played some wizard chess. Cory wasn't really having all that much fun, because Zack was too good. He beat her every time. Cory was usually pretty good. Maybe it was because her mind was elsewhere. She was thinking about her dreams the night before. They had been conflicted, terroizing dreams. She had just remembered something, the thing that had most haunted her the entire night, A man, one man, a man with red hair, and passionate silver gray eyes. She kind of recognized the red hair, it was like Ron of course, but she had no idea why she was dreaming about him. And the eyes - Ron didn't have silver eyes, he had friendly blue eyes. No, these eyes were passionate and dark, and she couldn't remember where she had seen them before. Not many people she knew had gray eyes, aside from herself, and her eyes weren't the eyes from her dreams. They seemed to have a significance.
After being throughly beaten more times then she could count, she announced that she was going to bed. She walked Zack to his dormitories so that no one would attack him.
"Good night, Zack. I'll see you in the morning." said Cory sweetly.
"Good night, Cory." he replied, and walked into his room.
'She's like the mother I never had.' he thought, sighing happily.
Cory slowly walked down the corridor to her room, staring at the ground while thinking, when she walked right into someone.
"Watch where you're going, Cory!!" yelped Draco.
"Yeah, yeah." she said, brushing herself off. "What are you doing? I didn't see you in the common room."
A slight pink tinge appeared on Draco's cheeks. "I was doing homework"
"We have no homework." answered Cory suspiciously.
Draco brought his gaze to meet Cory's. Cory let out a small gasp, as she recognized the eyes from her dreams.
"I have to go." she said, and ran off into her room. She sank on to her bed. She noticed Tish sitting in the corner.
"What are you doing?" Cory asked.
'How many times am I going to have to ask this question?' she wondered at the same time.
"I'm looking into the future." said Tish.
"You're kidding, right?" asked Cory in an exasperated voice. At the same time she pondered 'Why are these people all a bunch of freaks?'
"Yes, actually I am joking. It's just a lie I tell people which freaks them out and causes them to leave me the hell alone."
"I guess you want me to leave you alone then?"
"No. There's no reason to. I can tell you're not like them. You can't be like them, they wouldn't let you. You're a mudblood. They can't accept you." said Tish.
"Thanks for the confidence boster. What is everyone's problem around here?" asked Cory, as she took out her contacts and began to put on her pajamas.
"Problem? HA!" Tish cried in an empty voice. "Our problem is that most of our parents worship the Dark Lord, and will eventually make us join him or murder us. And the problem with that is that most of us don't think it's a problem."
"I should of picked Hufflepuff......" mumbled Cory, as she climbed into bed.
"You're not the only one..." muttered Tish.
"Why aren't you in another house, if you hate it so much here?" asked Cory.
Tish looked Cory straight in the eye. "Because I don't want to die."
Cory stared at Tish, waiting expectantly for an explanation.
Tish sighed. "I told the hat to put me in Slytherin. My family are all purebloods. They all serve You-Know-Who. My parents would kill me if I got put in any other house. They'd kill me if I did anything against the 'Family Rules', all 2674 of them. I have no friends, anyone I think is remotley nice or intelligent are in other houses, and the people in the other houses don't exactly trust Slytherins, do they? . So I'll just have to settle for you, since you're not evil."
Cory was shocked, not for the first time that day. 'Zack is probably the same way.' she realised. 'This freaking house is so screwed up. Tish is probably the closest thing I'll get to a friend here, besides Zack and maybe-' her heart leapt 'Draco.'
"Alright. I'll be your friend. But you can stop acting like an insane divinator. And I'm going to sleep." said Cory.
Cory pulled up her covers, and closed her curtains. She didn't see Tish smile, and clutch her necklace, a silver locket.
~~Meanwhile, In the Griffindor Common Room~~
Their first day had been very typical. The had talked practically non-stop to Dean, Seamus, Neville, Parvarti, and Lavender, about the summmer vacations. The other Gryffindors wanted to hear all about their run-in with Voldemort. Hermione also had a truly interesting conversation with Parvarti about 'what it means to be a twin.'
They had a run-of-the-mill Transfiguration class, a boring History of Magic lesson, and of course Potions. After the feast, they went up to the common, settling in to their chairs comfortably. Harry and Hermione sat next to each other and held hands, not caring that most of the common room were either giggling about it or gossiping about it. They were watching Ron play wizard chess, beating everyone in the room who bothered to try. Harry remembered his plot from the day before, and pulled Hermione aside to ask her about it.
"Herm, I want to set someone up with Ron." he said.
"Why?" she asked suspiciously.
"Because -er... I think he may be jealous of us. Yeah, that's it. Jealous of us." said Harry, amazed at his own brillance.
"Oh. That makes sense. But who shall we set him up with?" asked Hermione, starting to think.
"That's what I'm asking you." said Harry patiently.
"Right. Well, there's always Lavender or Parvarti." said Hermione, shuddering at the prospect of one of her best friends dating one of those superficial bimbos.
"Good idea. Lavender and Parvarti are just so nice." said Harry innocently.
Hermione was about to spill some of her roomates deepest darkest secrets and see just how nice Harry thought they were after that, but Harry was already en route towards Lavender, who was playing exploding snap with a third year girl.
"Excuse me, Lavender?" said Harry non-chalantly.
"Yes, Harry?" asked Lavender.
"Maybe he's going to tell me that he's leaving Hermione for me, then he'll take my in his strong arms, and...' Lavender's train of thought was cut off.
"Lavender, will you do me a favor?" asked Harry, giving her his most winning smile.
'Anything for you, my love, my one true soulmate, the apple of my eye, my honey-bunch, muffin, cupcake...' Lavender was making herself hungry. She collected herself and said "Sure, Harry!"
"Great. Umm, can I talk to you in private?" he asked, glancing at the third year.
Lavender gave her second most evil glare to the third year, and she scurried off. Her first most evil glare was reserved for her brand-new arch-nemises, her soulmates new girlfriend, Hermione Granger.
Harry took the thrid year's seat. He glanced at Hermione, who was over watching Ron play again, and said "Okay. Well, I happen to know that someone likes you. You know- like-likes you."
'Yes, and it must be you. It is you, isn't it, my darling Harry?'
"Oh, really? Who could it be?" asked Lavender, acting surprised.
"Well, I don't know if I should be asking you this, but..." Harry began.
'Oh dear, he's going to propose to me! I'm too young to get married! Oh, well. I know that we're meant for each other. We'll run of and elope...' thought Lavender, and she said :
"Harry, before you ask me, I just want to tell you that I would do anything for you. Anything!!"
"Oh good then. You'll go out on a date with Ron?"
"Yes!! I'll.. What?!!" sputtered Lavender. She was about to accept his marriage proposal, and he wants her to go out with his best friend?
"Thanks Lavender. You're a pal." said Harry. "Next
Hogsmeade weekend, you two can meet at the Three Broomsticks, okay?"
Harry walked off without waiting to hear what she had to say. She had, after all, already agreed, and that was all that mattered to him.
Lavender clutched her heart, and ran up to her room to cry herself to sleep.
'My one and only love has set me up!! Oh, this horrible world has let me down once again!!!' she thought, before beginning to hysterically sob.
Meanwhile, Harry was over talking to Ron.
"-So, I was just talking to her, and she said that she wanted to go to Hogsmeade with you. And I know you wouldn't let her down, since you're such a nice guy, so I said that you would love to go with her."
Ron's eyes bulged out in terror. "But -Cory!" he moaned.
Harry smiled. "Ron,. don't you see? Playing hard to get will drive her crazy!! Trust, me I know these things."
Truthfully, Harry didn't know anything about girls. She had only had one realationship, and that had just begun. It was like the same old friendship, but with pecks on the lips sometimes, and more hand-holding.
"Are you sure?" asked Ron.
"Positive." replied Harry, once again using his most winning smile.
"Alright...." said Ron uncertainly.
~The Next Day~
When Cory woke up, Tish was waiting for her by the door.
"Good morning. I was just going to get you up. Come on, we have Care of Magical Creatures first. Hagrid's class is always amusing..." said Tish, smiling broadly.
Cory jumped aroung, getting ready. She chose her yellow cat-eyes contacts, and hurried out the door with Tish.
"Maybe I'll actually get to eat at a normal pace today." said Cory.
"I noticed that. Actually, I think everyone noticed that. You seem to have a knack for drawing attention to yourself." replied Tish.
Cory opened her mouth in protest, but just then, Zack jumped out from behind a door.
"I was waiting for you to go by. Can I walk with you to the Great Hall?" whispered Zack.
"Of course." answered Cory.
Tish examined Zack warily.
The three walked up to the Great Hall. The conversation went a little stale, so Cory decided to tell one of her bad jokes. Well, actually, her uncle's bad jokes. They all walked in laughing, and sat down at their table to eat the yummy breakfast.
Ron was sitting over at the Gryffindor table, waiting for Cory to come in. When she finally did, he stared at her, open mouthed. Her eyes were twinkling, her hair was beautiful, her lips were smiling, and her cheeks were rosy. In reality, she was wearing cat eyes, and they were defintly not twinkling, her black hair looked like it need to be dyed again, she had a funny little grin, and she was a little pale. But Ron sighed, and gazed upon her with starry eyes. She sat down at her table, and began to eat and talk with her friends. Ron turned his gaze to Hermione, who was sitting behind him and giving him a strange look. Hermione had watery, ratlike eyes, bushy hair, inflamed pimples, and lips set in a firm straight line. In reality, her eyes were kind and intelligent, her hair was bushy, but it suited her, she had very few, if any pimples, and her lips were urging to smile at Ron, because he kept staring at people aimlessly. Ron was deluded in his puppy love. He sighed and looked of into space, and watched a happy pink elephant jump around the great hall. (A/N: No, he's not on drugs, and he has not been drinking alcholic beverages of any kind. He's just sick-on love... (A/N of the A/N: Yeah, I know that was corny. But I'm in a corny mood. Watch out!!))
Ron was not the only person looking at Cory. Draco was over at the Slytherin table, talking with Vincent and Greg, when she came in. He saw her laughing with that strange girl, Tish, and Vincent's little brother, who was also strange. Draco smirked. Her second day here, and she already has groupies. It took me at least three.... Well, out of Pansy, Millicent, Coral, and that 'Tish' girl, I would definitley pick her.... She's probably the only one with any personality. I'm sure that she can be brought over to our side. She is, after all, in Slytherin. I'll bring it up at the next Young Death Eaters Of Hogwarts Meeting....
Slytherin went off to Hagrid's class, and Gryffindor went off to Defence.
When the Gryffindors arrived at the classroom, Myles was sitting on the coolest looking, most fantastic stool ever made. It was red, and the legs were all carved out into different creatures, who looked like they were winding around the stool. One was a dragon, on was a mermaid, one was a phoenix, and the other was a griffin. The room was stuffed to it's brim, full of interesting things like that, knicknacks, some instruments, and several cages with live creatures in them. It was by far the most interesting room anyone had ever set foot in, even better then Dumbledore's office.
"Hello, class. I'm Professor Goldore. Now, I want to teach you guys some damned good stuff this year, but I don't know if you're ready for it. Last year was fairly educational, more for some then others" he glanced at Harry "And I daresay that your third year was the most educational, but your first and second years were complete disaters. So, if you feel that you're prepared to learn, to seriously gather knowledge, then we'll begin. But if not, then Hagrid tells me that you're experienced with flobberworms. I'd be happy to bring some in for you. It's your call." Myles stopped to look around meaningfully at the class. Hermione looked excited. Harry was intrigued, and Ron was daydreaming about Cory. Everyone else seemed interested, except for Neville. He looked afraid.
"We'll take a vote. Anyone who wishes to have an informative and entertaining year, raise your hand." said Myles.
Everyone's hands shot up, except for Rons, who was barely awake, and Neville, who glanced around then slowly poked his hand up. Harry nudged Ron, who looked at Harry, saw that everyone's hands were up, and put his up too, wondering what was going on.
Myles grinned. "Good then. We'll have a great year. I'll cancel the order of flobberworms. We'll be studying dark curses, dark creatures, and mostly, the dark lords. Including Voldemort."
A gasp rippled across the room, because of the name.
'I wonder if we'll get the true story, or crap-a-licious story.' thought Harry. (A/N: Yes, everyone at Hogwarts now says crap-a-licious. Dean started it, and Fred and George kept using it, so now everyone says it, okay?)
'Yes!! Ya!! Yay!! An educational class!! And we get to do real work!! Yay!' thought Hermione.
'She loves... she loves me not.... she loves me..... she loves me not.....' thought Ron, picturing a daisy in a sunny field.
"We're not going to be doing things one at a time either. One class, we'll do curses, the next-creatures, the lords. Oh, and I have one major rule in this class- Do not touch any of the things you see on the shelves. Some things, like this right here" began Myles, gesturing to a small totem pole, which was in a glass case, "Will make you burst into flames if you touch it. Of course, there's an unbreakable charm on it, but still..."
The class stared at the totem pole. Neville shuddered.
Myles spent the rest of the class pointing enchanted items on
some of the many shelves.
The class walked out of the lesson feeling eager for more classes with the amusing new teacher.
Dear PEEPS,
Hi!! I told ya that Myles is cool!! And so is his class. I WANT HIS CLASS!! I want all of the piles of funky stuff!! It's the best. Yon-huh. I'm sorry, but I happen to think that Draco is in league with Voldemort. But we'll see what happens. Isn't Ron weird? Oh, and that happy pink elephant's name is Pepto (as in bismol) and we may see him again.Will Ron ever snap out of it? How will his date go with Lavender? I'm very sorry that it took so long to get this chapter up, but I am not the cray, carefree fanfiction writer I seem to be. I'm really a demented work-a-holic perfectionist, who wants to get straight A's. At least I can admit it. Oh well, on the 29th of June, I will be free!! And I can't wait to actually finish all of these projects. I have to build a floating oil rig. Euughhh... Not to mention everything else. How many more days is it? OMG, only twelve more days!!! YAY!!! Reveiw me, s'il vous plait.
Later days!
Katy ^_^