Disasters and Love Potions
By: Celeia
A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed. I really appreciate your comments and glad you all liked it! So without further ado, "Disasters and Love Potions."
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the HP characters. They belong to the really creative author J.K. Rowling. Irene Morrison, Holly Rodgers, Jennifer Norwall, Kevin Pardac, and Ryan Golde do belong to me however. So does the plot. J
Molly looked towards the left side of the room where Arthur was sitting. He was looking through his Transfiguration book, crimson strands of hair falling over his forehead. Molly gathered up her books, wand, and other belongings catching the eye of her friend Irene. Irene winked at her as to tell her good luck. She slowly moved towards Arthur, her heart beating faster and faster. Molly, you are being ridiculous, she thought. It's not as though he cares what you look like or how you are acting. He's a fifth year, and a very smart, funny, and handsome one at that. I bet…I bet he already had a girlfriend. Her face fell as she thought of that prospect. She continued walking, and took a seat next to Arthur.
"Hi," Molly shyly said to Arthur, examining her sleeve. "Hello, guess we're partners for today." Arthur said looking at her confidently. Molly could feel his eyes on her. If he's confident enough to look at me when he speaks then I should be too. Molly thought to herself. "Yep, guess we are." She said staring into his bright blue eyes. Oh God, his eyes are beautiful, if I don't look away fast I'm going to make a fool out of myself! She thought desperately. Molly turned away blushing, and Arthur just smiled to himself.
McGonagall proceeded to teach the class how to change each other's school hats into three-legged stools. "Now listen closely, I am only going to say this once," McGonagall stated in her usual stern matter. "You need to concentrate very hard on your partner's hat being a stool, imagine people taking off their hats and sitting on a stool, imagine people gazing at a stool with their hats in their hands, and then say 'Mediosa Transio.' Now make sure you pronounce the words exactly how I did, or else you might end up transfiguring the hat into the wrong thing. I do not want any accidents, and a point for Gryffindor house will be awarded to those who transfigure the hat correctly. Please begin." With that McGonagall sat at her desk and appeared to have began checking papers.
Unfortunately for Molly, she was
too taken with Arthur to even hear McGonagall when she described what they
would be doing. Oh no, she thought to herself, I have no idea what to
do! Oh well, Arthur seems to know what is going on.
Arthur did know what was going on apparently, he was holding out his hat and looking at Molly expectantly. "Oh!" Molly said snapping out of it. "Um…I'll go first I guess." She continued. He nodded at her and showed a small smile. Oh great, I have no idea what the spell is. Molly considered asking Arthur what it was, but then decided against it. I can't ask him! He'll think I'm a complete idiot not knowing what is going on in class. Molly thought to herself shamefully. She strained her ears and caught the words "Meditosa Tarantio," or so she thought.
"So, are you going to try it or not?" Arthur suddenly voiced. "Er..yeah. I mean yes, yes I am." Molly replied raising up her wand as Arthur let his hat drop to the table. Well, here goes nothing, she thought. "Meditosa Tarantio!" A spout of bright purple light streamed from her wand, and Arthur's hat was engulfed in purple smoke. Let's hope that a stool is on the table when that smoke clears, Molly secretly wished.
Arthur just then spoke up, "Molly, the spell was 'Mediosa Transio,' not what you said." He glanced over at the table where the smoke had cleared. "Aaaaaaa-iiiiiiiii-eeeeeeeeeeee!" Arthur suddenly shrieked. Molly had her eyes closed against the smoke, but she opened them at his scream. Arthur was about halfway across the classroom, white as a ghost. Students were clambering about, and a scream was heard.
Molly took a tentative look at the table, nothing was there. She wondered why everyone was so upset for; until she felt something hairy touch her leg. Molly jumped back and looked at the floor in horror. Scurrying right by her was a spider, about the size of large turtle. It was the same color black as the school hats, and Molly had a feeling this spider used to be Arthur's hat.
Arthur and a few of the girls were on top of the desks by now, while the rest of the more brave of the class were inching forward to get a better look. (Ron's gotta get his fear of spiders from somewhere! J) Molly was too terrified to move. McGonagall briskly approached her and managed to turn the spider back into a plain old school hat, much to the boys' dismay, and Arthur's relief.
"Who managed to turn this hat into a spider? And who shrieked so loud? It was just a harmless spider blown up to a bigger size." McGonagall demanded of the children. "Molly," Arthur said in reference to the first question. "Arthur," Molly said at the same time in reference to the second. "Miss Roberts, did you hear the spell correctly?" McGonagall questioned Molly. "No Professor," Molly answered her looking at the floor. "Why was that?" McGonagall pressed on. "Because I wasn't paying attention." Molly admitted. "Well then Miss Roberts I suggest you do next time. I don't ever want this occurring again, do you understand?" McGonagall replied sharply. "Yes ma'am." Molly said still gazing at the floor. "Very well. And you Mr. Weasley, what provoked you to react as such?" McGonagall rounded on Arthur now. "Because I don't like spiders at all Professor." Arthur replied to her.
A couple of the boys snickered at his remark. Arthur turned red and looked at the floor as Molly was doing. "That will be enough boys." McGonagall turned to face the rest of the class. The boys immediately stopped and dropped their gaze. The bell rang just then and McGonagall dismissed the class.
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"Oh, I can't believe I did that to his hat!" Molly whined at her friends. They were sitting down to lunch in the Great Hall. Molly could see Arthur down near the other end of the Gryffindor table laughing with Ryan and Kevin. He's obviously gotten over today's incident, Molly thought unhappily, unlike me. "Oh cheer up, Mol." Holly said to her. "Yeah really, he doesn't seem too bothered by it." Jenny pointed out. "A lot of people were scared of the spider in class, not just him. So at least he wasn't alone in being afraid." Irene said to Molly. (Irene was among those who jumped up on the tables.) "Yeah, you guys are right again." Molly said smiling at her friends. "You guys are the best, thanks for not making me feel bad about what happened." "Hey, what are friends for?" Holly said.
Molly looked up at the enchanted ceiling. The sky was clouded over and it looked like it was going to snow. Perfect January weather. Molly thought to herself happily. It was January 23rd, and they hadn't had snow in weeks. Molly loved snow, sometimes her and her friends would go out on the weekends to have snowball fights and make snowmen on the grounds. Today is Friday, if the weather goes my way, which the sky looks like it's going to follow, maybe we can have a big Gryffindor snowball fight. Molly smiled, although she was embarrassed to be around Arthur, it would still be fun to have a snowball fight with him. "Hey guys, we have ten minutes to get to our next class." Irene announced. "We'd better get going then." Holly said. "Yeah, let's go." Jenny agreed. "Okay." Molly voiced. They all got up and walked out of the Great Hall, Molly glancing back at Arthur, and Irene glancing at Kevin.
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All four friends were sitting at the Gryffindor table for dinner that night. They were closer to the three fifth year boys then they were at lunchtime. Molly wouldn't speak, in fear of saying something stupid in front of Arthur, like she knew she would. Irene was gazing at Kevin not really paying attention, once jabbing herself on the nose with her fork full of mashed potatoes. Holly and Jenny were busy in an animated conversation about something or another, and the boys were all laughing and eating.
Up at the staff table Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, was beaming around at the students. He looked meaningfully at Professor McGonagall and they both stood up together. "Good evening students, Professor McGonagall would like to make an announcement for us all." Dumbledore said smiling. "Minerva, all yours." He whispered silently to her. McGonagall cleared her throat and began to speak.
A/N: Bwahahaha a cliffhanger! I thought that would get you guys to want to read more! J Well, please R/R and tell me how it was! I really appreciate everyone's reviews, and I hope you all enjoyed it. If I get enough reviews to post more I will, maybe even tomorrow! Thanks!