TITLE: Raughtedolrs
AUTHOR: Becca
E-MAIL: lordsbecca@yahoo.com
RATING: PG (so far) Bit of innocent language, but it never hurt anyone!
CATEGORY: HP Romance
SPOILERS: Er...none that I can think of. Taking place during 5th year
ARCHIVE: Sure, just drop me a line!
SUMMARY: A new girl at school, and just a tad suspicious....
**DISCLAIMER: Roses are red, violets are blue, me no own, so you no sue!
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Chapter One
With the first years going with Hagrid, and the rest flowing smoothly into the Great Hall, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley predicted this to be another year of fun and adventure. Harry was excited about possibly seeing Remus Lupin, and Ron was thrilled about having Hermione has a Perfect-which would definitely help with all the rules they were probably going to break this year.
Hermione Granger, on the other hand, felt odd. Something was different, and it wasn't a welcoming change. Her palms were sweaty, and her eyes darted around, looking for anyone who could equal trouble. She stiffened whenever Draco Malfoy came into view, and once even jumped when she saw Pansy glare at her. What was wrong? She had no idea....Hogwarts just felt so...so...*strange.*
As they seated themselves among the rest of the Gryffindors, Hermione saw a new face, a face that could not possibly belong to a first year.
She was tall, thin, and dark. Extremely dark looking. Her hair was jet-black, and her eyes seemed to have no color at all. Her clothes, of gray and black, were tight and showed her fabulous curves. She was attractive. Quite attractive. But she looked like a Slytherin.
Hermione poked Harry. "Hey, who's that? Is it just me, or is she new?"
Harry glanced at the girl Hermione pointed at. He stared, obviously overwhelmed with her beauty. "Er...I've never seen her before. Newbie, I'm assuming. "
Ron looked at the girl. "Wow. What a body!" He grinned from ear-to-ear, and even blushed a bit.
"Forget it, Ron," Hermione said as she rolled her eyes. "She looks like a Slytherin type, and Malfoy's already picked her out." Hermione shifted her eyes to the Slytherin table, where Malfoy sat, wide eyed and mouth open, gaping that the mysterious girl.
"But, isn't he going with Pansy?" asked Seamus, who was listening to the three talk. "Of course, Malfoy is so self-centered, he'll want any girl who looks hot. And that chick is way better looking then Pansy. Yep, he's going after her for sure."
Ron signed, and Hermione shot him a death look.
Suddenly, the sorting began. The first years began with "Adams, Joshua!" and continued until "Zippla, Melinda!"
Then, her name was announced by Professor McGonagall. "The next girl will be joining Hogwarts, and will be placed in the fifth year. Raughtedolrs, Rebecca!"
The cryptic girl walked up to the hat. She placed it calmly on her head. It seemed to take forever...what was going on? Finally, after what seemed like five minutes, the Sorting Hat screamed, "GRYFFINDOR!"
Harry turned to see Malfoy curse under his breath. Rebecca walked smoothly up to the Gryffindor table, at sat next to Hermione. Hermione stuck out her hand.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, Rebecca. And welcome to Gryffindor. My name is Hermione."
Rebecca shook Hermione's hand, and smiled. Her teeth were prefect-straight, and pearly white. "Thank you, Hermione! Call me Becca, Rebecca is to formal."
Hermione turned to Harry and Ron. "Alright then Becca. These two are my best friends, Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter."
Becca smile fell, just the tiniest bit, when Hermione introduced her to Harry. But Becca shook hands with him anyway. "It's nice to meet the both of you. Gosh, am I glad I escaped being put in Slytherin. Of course, my parents will freak when they realize I'm in Gryffindor. My whole family has been placed in Slytherin."
Ron leaned in closer. "Why are you coming into Hogwarts late, if your whole family has been here?"
"I've been in America, doing some studying there. It was so amazing, America is great. The only thing that really upset me, was the fact that there was no Quidditch."
Harry's mouth dropped. "No Quidditch?! How can they survive?!"
Becca laughed. Harry was enchanted by her laugh-it sounded like beautiful bells, ringing in harmony. He welcomed the sound, and was disappointed when she stopped laughing.
"That was my initial reaction as well! They do have sports though. In America, they play mostly Quodpot."
Ron, Harry, and Hermione stared, not familiar with the sport. Becca laughed again at their reactions, and Harry smiled.
"Quodpot is a broom game as well. A wizard by the name of Peasegood invented the sport, when he brought a Quaffle over to the US. It's quite a tale. They say that Peasegood's Quaffle had inadvertently come into the contact with his wand while in a trunk, and when he took the Quaffle out and throw it around like normal, it exploded in his face! Luckily, Peasegood had a robust sense of humor, and decided to recreate the effect on a series of leather balls. Soon, he forgot all about Quidditch, and he had invented a sport called, 'Quod'.
"For the game of Quod, there are eleven players on each side. They throw the Quod, the modified Quaffle, from team member to member, trying to get the Quod into a pot at the end of the pitch before the Quod explodes. The team member who had possession if the Quad explodes must leave the pitch. As soon as the Quod is safely in the pot, the scorer's team is awarded a point, and a new Quod is distributed.
"It's a very fascinating game, and much fun."
Harry was totally overwhelmed. Another sport other then Quidditch? Could he play that well too? It sounded like fun, and he wanted to give it a try. And who better teach him, then Becca?
"It's sounds wonderful," said Ron, staring at Becca with glazed eyes. Hermione glared back at him, with anger in her eyes.
The food appeared, (they had inadvertently ignored Dumbledore's speech) and Becca dug right in.
They continued to talk, and eat...and talk for the rest of the feast. Ginny Weasley even came over and joined in. She had seen how Harry was staring, and was getting quite jealous.
They retreated up to the Gryffindor common room, Hermione in lead, considering she was a Perfect. She was to share a room with Becca, and Becca was thrilled. So was Hermione. They seemed to click quickly, and acted like they were best friends.
"So Becca, what do you think of everyone so far?" asked Hermione, as the two of them prepared for bed.
"Harry and Ron are real nice." Becca began to blush. "Don't tell him but...I think Ron is a cutie."
Hermione's heart pounded. "Oh...really?" she asked.
Becca nodded. "But Harry's cute too. How can you be so lucky as to have two cute guys to hang out with?"
Hermione grinned from ear to ear. "Trust me, Becca. You get used to it."
Becca stopped bushing her long hair. "You mean, you've never....how can I put this without being totally out of line...had a thing for one of them?"
Hermione's faced turned so red, it would have been brighter then Ginny's hair.
"Of course not! Why would I have a reason to like either of them?!"
Becca shrugged and returned to brushing her hair. "I don't know. I'm sorry...I just met you, and I'm asking you about your love life! I was so rude!"
Hermione just giggled. "Don't worry about it. Say anything to either of those two, and your dead."
Becca threw her head back and laughed. "Don't worry! I promise I won't!" She climbed into bed and covered her self with a long, fleece blanket. "Hermione, I'd love to stay up and chat, but I'm very tired. Talk tomorrow?"
Hermione nodded and yawned. "Sure. I'm tired as well."
And the two slept.
AUTHOR: Becca
E-MAIL: lordsbecca@yahoo.com
RATING: PG (so far) Bit of innocent language, but it never hurt anyone!
CATEGORY: HP Romance
SPOILERS: Er...none that I can think of. Taking place during 5th year
ARCHIVE: Sure, just drop me a line!
SUMMARY: A new girl at school, and just a tad suspicious....
**DISCLAIMER: Roses are red, violets are blue, me no own, so you no sue!
^*^*^
Chapter One
With the first years going with Hagrid, and the rest flowing smoothly into the Great Hall, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley predicted this to be another year of fun and adventure. Harry was excited about possibly seeing Remus Lupin, and Ron was thrilled about having Hermione has a Perfect-which would definitely help with all the rules they were probably going to break this year.
Hermione Granger, on the other hand, felt odd. Something was different, and it wasn't a welcoming change. Her palms were sweaty, and her eyes darted around, looking for anyone who could equal trouble. She stiffened whenever Draco Malfoy came into view, and once even jumped when she saw Pansy glare at her. What was wrong? She had no idea....Hogwarts just felt so...so...*strange.*
As they seated themselves among the rest of the Gryffindors, Hermione saw a new face, a face that could not possibly belong to a first year.
She was tall, thin, and dark. Extremely dark looking. Her hair was jet-black, and her eyes seemed to have no color at all. Her clothes, of gray and black, were tight and showed her fabulous curves. She was attractive. Quite attractive. But she looked like a Slytherin.
Hermione poked Harry. "Hey, who's that? Is it just me, or is she new?"
Harry glanced at the girl Hermione pointed at. He stared, obviously overwhelmed with her beauty. "Er...I've never seen her before. Newbie, I'm assuming. "
Ron looked at the girl. "Wow. What a body!" He grinned from ear-to-ear, and even blushed a bit.
"Forget it, Ron," Hermione said as she rolled her eyes. "She looks like a Slytherin type, and Malfoy's already picked her out." Hermione shifted her eyes to the Slytherin table, where Malfoy sat, wide eyed and mouth open, gaping that the mysterious girl.
"But, isn't he going with Pansy?" asked Seamus, who was listening to the three talk. "Of course, Malfoy is so self-centered, he'll want any girl who looks hot. And that chick is way better looking then Pansy. Yep, he's going after her for sure."
Ron signed, and Hermione shot him a death look.
Suddenly, the sorting began. The first years began with "Adams, Joshua!" and continued until "Zippla, Melinda!"
Then, her name was announced by Professor McGonagall. "The next girl will be joining Hogwarts, and will be placed in the fifth year. Raughtedolrs, Rebecca!"
The cryptic girl walked up to the hat. She placed it calmly on her head. It seemed to take forever...what was going on? Finally, after what seemed like five minutes, the Sorting Hat screamed, "GRYFFINDOR!"
Harry turned to see Malfoy curse under his breath. Rebecca walked smoothly up to the Gryffindor table, at sat next to Hermione. Hermione stuck out her hand.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, Rebecca. And welcome to Gryffindor. My name is Hermione."
Rebecca shook Hermione's hand, and smiled. Her teeth were prefect-straight, and pearly white. "Thank you, Hermione! Call me Becca, Rebecca is to formal."
Hermione turned to Harry and Ron. "Alright then Becca. These two are my best friends, Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter."
Becca smile fell, just the tiniest bit, when Hermione introduced her to Harry. But Becca shook hands with him anyway. "It's nice to meet the both of you. Gosh, am I glad I escaped being put in Slytherin. Of course, my parents will freak when they realize I'm in Gryffindor. My whole family has been placed in Slytherin."
Ron leaned in closer. "Why are you coming into Hogwarts late, if your whole family has been here?"
"I've been in America, doing some studying there. It was so amazing, America is great. The only thing that really upset me, was the fact that there was no Quidditch."
Harry's mouth dropped. "No Quidditch?! How can they survive?!"
Becca laughed. Harry was enchanted by her laugh-it sounded like beautiful bells, ringing in harmony. He welcomed the sound, and was disappointed when she stopped laughing.
"That was my initial reaction as well! They do have sports though. In America, they play mostly Quodpot."
Ron, Harry, and Hermione stared, not familiar with the sport. Becca laughed again at their reactions, and Harry smiled.
"Quodpot is a broom game as well. A wizard by the name of Peasegood invented the sport, when he brought a Quaffle over to the US. It's quite a tale. They say that Peasegood's Quaffle had inadvertently come into the contact with his wand while in a trunk, and when he took the Quaffle out and throw it around like normal, it exploded in his face! Luckily, Peasegood had a robust sense of humor, and decided to recreate the effect on a series of leather balls. Soon, he forgot all about Quidditch, and he had invented a sport called, 'Quod'.
"For the game of Quod, there are eleven players on each side. They throw the Quod, the modified Quaffle, from team member to member, trying to get the Quod into a pot at the end of the pitch before the Quod explodes. The team member who had possession if the Quad explodes must leave the pitch. As soon as the Quod is safely in the pot, the scorer's team is awarded a point, and a new Quod is distributed.
"It's a very fascinating game, and much fun."
Harry was totally overwhelmed. Another sport other then Quidditch? Could he play that well too? It sounded like fun, and he wanted to give it a try. And who better teach him, then Becca?
"It's sounds wonderful," said Ron, staring at Becca with glazed eyes. Hermione glared back at him, with anger in her eyes.
The food appeared, (they had inadvertently ignored Dumbledore's speech) and Becca dug right in.
They continued to talk, and eat...and talk for the rest of the feast. Ginny Weasley even came over and joined in. She had seen how Harry was staring, and was getting quite jealous.
They retreated up to the Gryffindor common room, Hermione in lead, considering she was a Perfect. She was to share a room with Becca, and Becca was thrilled. So was Hermione. They seemed to click quickly, and acted like they were best friends.
"So Becca, what do you think of everyone so far?" asked Hermione, as the two of them prepared for bed.
"Harry and Ron are real nice." Becca began to blush. "Don't tell him but...I think Ron is a cutie."
Hermione's heart pounded. "Oh...really?" she asked.
Becca nodded. "But Harry's cute too. How can you be so lucky as to have two cute guys to hang out with?"
Hermione grinned from ear to ear. "Trust me, Becca. You get used to it."
Becca stopped bushing her long hair. "You mean, you've never....how can I put this without being totally out of line...had a thing for one of them?"
Hermione's faced turned so red, it would have been brighter then Ginny's hair.
"Of course not! Why would I have a reason to like either of them?!"
Becca shrugged and returned to brushing her hair. "I don't know. I'm sorry...I just met you, and I'm asking you about your love life! I was so rude!"
Hermione just giggled. "Don't worry about it. Say anything to either of those two, and your dead."
Becca threw her head back and laughed. "Don't worry! I promise I won't!" She climbed into bed and covered her self with a long, fleece blanket. "Hermione, I'd love to stay up and chat, but I'm very tired. Talk tomorrow?"
Hermione nodded and yawned. "Sure. I'm tired as well."
And the two slept.