A/N: I have voices in my head. they're nice. Kain and Leon. And, they're my muses! This chapter's gonna be a lot better than the first one.
smiles sweetly at them. Leon and Kain sweatdrop.
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Chapter 8
Damy's POV
"Damy, can I talk to you for a moment?"
"Sure, I guess."
We started to the room and sat down to talk while Harry, Draco, and Missy all sat down.
"So, how did you meet Draco, Missy?"
"Well, it all started..." She said, leading them into a big discussion.
Well, back to Ron and I. When we got upsatiars, he sat on my bed, and I sat across from him. He just kind of stared at me. I stared back.
"Didn't you need to say something?"
"Well, yeah... It's just... I'm... sorry about earlier. I just get suspicious, you know? Tom Riddle almost killed my little sister. And... Yeah."
"Yeah. So, you thought that I might be as bad as him? Do I judge you on your family? Not that there's anything wrong with them, as I can see they're perfectly alright. But, your older brother, Percy. From what I've heard, he's a bookworm. DO I make you out to be a bookworm? No. I make you out to be the only Ron Weasely I know, you. You, Ron Weasely, the most special person besides Missy in my li- Oops."
He was silent. His brow was knitting furiously. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn't dare. FInally, he spoke.
"Damy. When you looked at that mirror in the Chamber of Secrets, what did you see?"
"I saw you. And me. You were behind me, and when I turned, I didn't see you. Why do you want to know?"
"First, let me tell you what I saw in the mirror."
"Fine."
"I saw us, too. I mean to say, you were looking all happy and everything, and... You were leaning on my shoulder. Your head was leaning on my shoulder, I mean to say, and... Well, after a bit of this, my head went towards yours, and yours lifted towards mine, and, well, erm... We kind of, well, how would I put this? I mean... Well... WekissedDamy."
"What?"
"WekissedDamy."
"Say that slower, I'm not catching you."
"Maybe it would be better if I demonstrated."
"Demonstrated what?"
"This."
With that he got up and stood in front of me and put on a mystical air.
"Do you want to know what desire is, Damy? Whenever you want something so bad it will make you the happiest man on earth? That's what the mirror shows, Damy. It shows your desires, your needs. Your happiness vested in one desire! It's all about desire, dear boy! Dear friend! And, what I saw in the mirror was this!" he said, livid.
And with that, he kneeled next to me and put his hand on my chin, and brought it up to meet his lips, and we kissed, a passionate, entire body-humming feeling. Love. Pure and uncensored. Ewan McGregor was right. Love sweeps you off your feet. I heard a ssmall click somewhere, but I think it was my heart buckling its seatbelt so that it wouldn't leap out of my throat.
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Neville ran up to his room and started laughing, and heartilly. He never ever in his life had so much fun, polka dots or not. He pulled out his quill and a piece of parchment came zooming from across the room into his outstretched fingers.
*****Letter*****
Dear Percy,
How are things at the Ministry? Hope all is well. Everything here is perfectly all right and okay! Except for the fact that my skin is now Polka-dotted. Yes, I checked in the bathroom. They even extend to there! I ate some Polka-Choc. I'm giggling right now. Just wanted to write and say Hi, you know. Relieve some tense pressure off my baby. What have you been working on lately? Anything interesting? I suppose not. All well. Well, I'll let you get back to work now, okay? Write back soon.
Love,
Neville LongBottom.
You know which part is long on MY bottom half! (winks)
*****End Letter*****
Neville rolled up the piece of parchment and called out to Hermes. Meanwhiles, he had his bedspread folding itself, using his wand. Percy's owl flew to Neville, and Neville tied the letter on. He then layed back down in bed and banished the pen against the opposite wall with a casual wave of his wand. He was interupted by a loud gasp from Hermione.
"Did you just banish that quill all the way across the room, Neville? ANd did you make that bed with your wand???"
"No... Er, i mean to... No."
"Neville. I do not enjoy being lied to."
"I said I didn't do it, didn't I? I can't even properly suumon something. Give me a break, Hermione. You must have been seeing things."
Hermione was not amused. Summoning up every last ounce of Minerva McGonangall she had learned, she towered over Neville. He looked up at her and rolled his eyes.
"Come off it, Hermione. Watch, I can't even summon that quill, that I accidentaly smacked with my wand, that soared across the room."
He waved his wand, albeit a little clumsily, and the quill came zooming over to him. Hermione scowled.
"Well, geez. It was just so light, you know. Nothing that's heavy. I can't do those."
"Oh yeah?"
She held up a book, and walked over to the far corner of the room. She placed it there.
"Hogwarts: A History. Try it, Neville."
Neville paled, and waved his wand. It zoomed over and smacked him in the forehead.
"DAMMIT!" he hissed, clutching the now imprinted 'Hogwarts' brand new brand of clothes? on his forehead.
"Maybe it's the polka-dots Hermione, I mean, come on."
"I don't believe so."
"Fine? You want to know the truth, Hermione? My parents... They were tortured by Voldemort's supporters, until they went crazy. They don't even recognize me, Hermione!" he hissed, staring at her. She started paling. "You have to understand that they were Aurors. Magical police, I guess. They were extremely talented at magic. Which, in the end, got them nothing but an empty noggin. That's why I play dumb, Hermione, and I'm only good with plants. They never come after the one with plants, Hermione. Never."
Hermione's eyes widened, and she turned and walked slowly towards the door. When she reached it, she turned around in it, and stared at him.
"Neville. Your parents were brave, and loyal, and kind, and used their powers for the good of all mankind. Think about it, Neeville. Are you going to help? or just play dumb?"
Neville pondered her words as she stormed out.
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"You know, I have a sudden mental image of you naked, riding a broomstick. Rawr."
Ron just stared at me, and then, I started laughing. He started giggling, too. We heard chuckles coming from a bed on the opposite side of the room.
"Seamus? Dean?"
A blonde head, and a black head poked out from the covers.
"Yes!" they both said at once.
"Just wanted to know where you were."
"Okay!"
They resumed underneath the covers. Suddenly, harry zoomed up the stairs, almost tripping when he burst through the door.
"Guys, we're gonna go to Hogsmeade. Get up!"
We all shook ourselves off, got up, stretched, and changed. We set off for Hogsmeade. It was 4 in the afternoon, and the rain had started clearing up. The Three Broomsticks was quite full, and I could tell we were gonna have a lot of fun. Ginny, Hermione, Neville, Seamus, Dean, Harry, Draco, Ron, and I were all sat down at a LARGE table in the corner. We were waiting on the twins and Missy, and I decided to at least have a good wait.
"Okay, guys... Do you want to see how my story aboout the vampire ends?"
Everyone nodded. I pulled out my notebook, and we all watchyed the grotesque scene between the dog and the boy eating the vampire. Finally, Neville gave a loud squeal as he spied a black dog standing next to Harry, licking him.
"AAAAAAHHH!!!"
Harry looked down, and petted the humongous black dog. I myself was a bit scared. Finally, Harry started talking to the dog.
"Hey, Snuffles? Can you go get Syrus?"
The dog cocked its head at him in confusion.
"You know, SYRUS! Blonde hair, green eyes, your master?" And, with this, he elbowed the dog a good one in the ribs.
The dog's eyes grew wide before he panted, and licked Harry twice. He ran off, leaving Neville scared stiff, and an impatient Hermione.
"Where are those guys?" she grumbled to herself.
smiles sweetly at them. Leon and Kain sweatdrop.
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Chapter 8
Damy's POV
"Damy, can I talk to you for a moment?"
"Sure, I guess."
We started to the room and sat down to talk while Harry, Draco, and Missy all sat down.
"So, how did you meet Draco, Missy?"
"Well, it all started..." She said, leading them into a big discussion.
Well, back to Ron and I. When we got upsatiars, he sat on my bed, and I sat across from him. He just kind of stared at me. I stared back.
"Didn't you need to say something?"
"Well, yeah... It's just... I'm... sorry about earlier. I just get suspicious, you know? Tom Riddle almost killed my little sister. And... Yeah."
"Yeah. So, you thought that I might be as bad as him? Do I judge you on your family? Not that there's anything wrong with them, as I can see they're perfectly alright. But, your older brother, Percy. From what I've heard, he's a bookworm. DO I make you out to be a bookworm? No. I make you out to be the only Ron Weasely I know, you. You, Ron Weasely, the most special person besides Missy in my li- Oops."
He was silent. His brow was knitting furiously. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn't dare. FInally, he spoke.
"Damy. When you looked at that mirror in the Chamber of Secrets, what did you see?"
"I saw you. And me. You were behind me, and when I turned, I didn't see you. Why do you want to know?"
"First, let me tell you what I saw in the mirror."
"Fine."
"I saw us, too. I mean to say, you were looking all happy and everything, and... You were leaning on my shoulder. Your head was leaning on my shoulder, I mean to say, and... Well, after a bit of this, my head went towards yours, and yours lifted towards mine, and, well, erm... We kind of, well, how would I put this? I mean... Well... WekissedDamy."
"What?"
"WekissedDamy."
"Say that slower, I'm not catching you."
"Maybe it would be better if I demonstrated."
"Demonstrated what?"
"This."
With that he got up and stood in front of me and put on a mystical air.
"Do you want to know what desire is, Damy? Whenever you want something so bad it will make you the happiest man on earth? That's what the mirror shows, Damy. It shows your desires, your needs. Your happiness vested in one desire! It's all about desire, dear boy! Dear friend! And, what I saw in the mirror was this!" he said, livid.
And with that, he kneeled next to me and put his hand on my chin, and brought it up to meet his lips, and we kissed, a passionate, entire body-humming feeling. Love. Pure and uncensored. Ewan McGregor was right. Love sweeps you off your feet. I heard a ssmall click somewhere, but I think it was my heart buckling its seatbelt so that it wouldn't leap out of my throat.
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Neville ran up to his room and started laughing, and heartilly. He never ever in his life had so much fun, polka dots or not. He pulled out his quill and a piece of parchment came zooming from across the room into his outstretched fingers.
*****Letter*****
Dear Percy,
How are things at the Ministry? Hope all is well. Everything here is perfectly all right and okay! Except for the fact that my skin is now Polka-dotted. Yes, I checked in the bathroom. They even extend to there! I ate some Polka-Choc. I'm giggling right now. Just wanted to write and say Hi, you know. Relieve some tense pressure off my baby. What have you been working on lately? Anything interesting? I suppose not. All well. Well, I'll let you get back to work now, okay? Write back soon.
Love,
Neville LongBottom.
You know which part is long on MY bottom half! (winks)
*****End Letter*****
Neville rolled up the piece of parchment and called out to Hermes. Meanwhiles, he had his bedspread folding itself, using his wand. Percy's owl flew to Neville, and Neville tied the letter on. He then layed back down in bed and banished the pen against the opposite wall with a casual wave of his wand. He was interupted by a loud gasp from Hermione.
"Did you just banish that quill all the way across the room, Neville? ANd did you make that bed with your wand???"
"No... Er, i mean to... No."
"Neville. I do not enjoy being lied to."
"I said I didn't do it, didn't I? I can't even properly suumon something. Give me a break, Hermione. You must have been seeing things."
Hermione was not amused. Summoning up every last ounce of Minerva McGonangall she had learned, she towered over Neville. He looked up at her and rolled his eyes.
"Come off it, Hermione. Watch, I can't even summon that quill, that I accidentaly smacked with my wand, that soared across the room."
He waved his wand, albeit a little clumsily, and the quill came zooming over to him. Hermione scowled.
"Well, geez. It was just so light, you know. Nothing that's heavy. I can't do those."
"Oh yeah?"
She held up a book, and walked over to the far corner of the room. She placed it there.
"Hogwarts: A History. Try it, Neville."
Neville paled, and waved his wand. It zoomed over and smacked him in the forehead.
"DAMMIT!" he hissed, clutching the now imprinted 'Hogwarts' brand new brand of clothes? on his forehead.
"Maybe it's the polka-dots Hermione, I mean, come on."
"I don't believe so."
"Fine? You want to know the truth, Hermione? My parents... They were tortured by Voldemort's supporters, until they went crazy. They don't even recognize me, Hermione!" he hissed, staring at her. She started paling. "You have to understand that they were Aurors. Magical police, I guess. They were extremely talented at magic. Which, in the end, got them nothing but an empty noggin. That's why I play dumb, Hermione, and I'm only good with plants. They never come after the one with plants, Hermione. Never."
Hermione's eyes widened, and she turned and walked slowly towards the door. When she reached it, she turned around in it, and stared at him.
"Neville. Your parents were brave, and loyal, and kind, and used their powers for the good of all mankind. Think about it, Neeville. Are you going to help? or just play dumb?"
Neville pondered her words as she stormed out.
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"You know, I have a sudden mental image of you naked, riding a broomstick. Rawr."
Ron just stared at me, and then, I started laughing. He started giggling, too. We heard chuckles coming from a bed on the opposite side of the room.
"Seamus? Dean?"
A blonde head, and a black head poked out from the covers.
"Yes!" they both said at once.
"Just wanted to know where you were."
"Okay!"
They resumed underneath the covers. Suddenly, harry zoomed up the stairs, almost tripping when he burst through the door.
"Guys, we're gonna go to Hogsmeade. Get up!"
We all shook ourselves off, got up, stretched, and changed. We set off for Hogsmeade. It was 4 in the afternoon, and the rain had started clearing up. The Three Broomsticks was quite full, and I could tell we were gonna have a lot of fun. Ginny, Hermione, Neville, Seamus, Dean, Harry, Draco, Ron, and I were all sat down at a LARGE table in the corner. We were waiting on the twins and Missy, and I decided to at least have a good wait.
"Okay, guys... Do you want to see how my story aboout the vampire ends?"
Everyone nodded. I pulled out my notebook, and we all watchyed the grotesque scene between the dog and the boy eating the vampire. Finally, Neville gave a loud squeal as he spied a black dog standing next to Harry, licking him.
"AAAAAAHHH!!!"
Harry looked down, and petted the humongous black dog. I myself was a bit scared. Finally, Harry started talking to the dog.
"Hey, Snuffles? Can you go get Syrus?"
The dog cocked its head at him in confusion.
"You know, SYRUS! Blonde hair, green eyes, your master?" And, with this, he elbowed the dog a good one in the ribs.
The dog's eyes grew wide before he panted, and licked Harry twice. He ran off, leaving Neville scared stiff, and an impatient Hermione.
"Where are those guys?" she grumbled to herself.