ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE 'I CANT BELIEVE I WROTE IT IT'S SO FLUFFY' CHAPTERS!
A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," Harry said absently.
Ron walked in the dorm. "Why are you staring out the window like that?"
"What? Oh, no reason." Harry diverted his vision to Ron. "I think you've got something on your cheek…" he said.
"Hmmm? Oh, dirt from the greenhouse. Had an extra Herbology class because of my failing grade on the last quiz."
"Oh."
"So what did you do while I was gone?"
"Not much. Hung out here. Read some of one book you gave me, All About the World Cup."
"Cool."
"Yeah."
"Um, Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"You've, uh…you've got something shiny on your cheek."
"What?!" Harry rubbed his cheek hard with his thumb. It must have been some of Lauren's lip stuff.
"So…I'm going to go down to the common room right now."
"I'll come along."
"Okay."
Harry and Ron left the dorm and went down the stairs. They entered the common room seconds later.
"Hi Harry!" someone exclaimed from by the fire.
Harry looked at who had exclaimed and said, "Hey Lauren." He looked around and saw Ginny talking to Jared Fletcher about homework at a table. Brian and Lauren were comparing sheets of paper; Lauren on a couch and Brian in an armchair next to her. The common room was empty otherwise.
Ron nodded and plopped into an armchair. He announced with almost pride, "Flitwick's got me taking extra Herbology lessons during my free time. I can't believe my grades have sunk so low. By the way, where's Hermione?"
"Whoa, not cool," Brian said from next to Lauren. He watched Harry sit on the couch, awfully close to Lauren. "By the way, Harry; I was wondering if you could help me figure out this schedule."
Ron looked hurt about the fact that no one noticed his announcement.
Harry answered Brian's question. "Sure. Let me see it." Brian handed his and Lauren's schedules to Harry.
"Hmmm," Harry thought aloud, studying Lauren's schedule. She scooted closer to him, if that was possible. "This is the time of the class. And this is the name of the class. So, this means that on Monday you have Care of Magical Creatures first, Defense Against Dark Arts after lunch, and then… Hey! You have every class with me, Ron, and Hermione!"
"Great!" Lauren exclaimed.
"Look at mine now, Harry. Who do I have classes with?" Brian practically whined.
Before Harry could answer, Ginny came over and pulled up a chair. Apparently, her chat with Jared had gone extremely well; she looked rather ecstatic. Harry looked at Jared, who had started doing homework. Harry wondered what they had been talking about.
"May I see that?" Ginny asked, taking the schedule out of Harry's outstretched hands. "Wonderful! You're in all my classes, Brian."
"Really?" Ron asked skeptically. Everyone turned and looked at him. I thought he left! Harry thought. Oh well.
"Yeah, why?" Ginny replied.
"No reason," Ron answered, "but I'm going to snag something from the kitchens; I'm starved!" He left.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Maybe I'll go grab something to eat, too." She walked up to Jared and leaned over the table, whispering something to him. He looked up and nodded, eyeing his stack of books. He shook his head momentarily and walked out with Ginny.
"Wonder what's going on there," Lauren said, eyes twinkling and smiling.
"What?" Harry asked vaguely.
"Isn't it obvious, Harry? They're in a relationship." Harry still looked confused, so she added, "Jared is Ginny's boyfriend."
"I don't know-" Harry started.
"I do. And jump away from the subject, Laur. You know what that reminds me of," Brian said forcefully.
"Does it remind you of Jenny, Bri? Or does it make you want Ginny cause maybe she might be a player like you?" Lauren taunted.
"Shut up."
"So you do want Ginny?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. But it's kinda obvious that you want Harry."
Lauren blushed, glancing at Harry. "I do not."
"You're blushing! So you do want Harry? It was a totally lucky guess!"
She sighed almost sadly. "I don't want Harry, Bri. I already have him."
Harry would have been outraged upon hearing the siblings refer to him as an object, but he was too busy following the conversation.
"You what? Whaddya mean you 'already have him'?"
A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," Harry said absently.
Ron walked in the dorm. "Why are you staring out the window like that?"
"What? Oh, no reason." Harry diverted his vision to Ron. "I think you've got something on your cheek…" he said.
"Hmmm? Oh, dirt from the greenhouse. Had an extra Herbology class because of my failing grade on the last quiz."
"Oh."
"So what did you do while I was gone?"
"Not much. Hung out here. Read some of one book you gave me, All About the World Cup."
"Cool."
"Yeah."
"Um, Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"You've, uh…you've got something shiny on your cheek."
"What?!" Harry rubbed his cheek hard with his thumb. It must have been some of Lauren's lip stuff.
"So…I'm going to go down to the common room right now."
"I'll come along."
"Okay."
Harry and Ron left the dorm and went down the stairs. They entered the common room seconds later.
"Hi Harry!" someone exclaimed from by the fire.
Harry looked at who had exclaimed and said, "Hey Lauren." He looked around and saw Ginny talking to Jared Fletcher about homework at a table. Brian and Lauren were comparing sheets of paper; Lauren on a couch and Brian in an armchair next to her. The common room was empty otherwise.
Ron nodded and plopped into an armchair. He announced with almost pride, "Flitwick's got me taking extra Herbology lessons during my free time. I can't believe my grades have sunk so low. By the way, where's Hermione?"
"Whoa, not cool," Brian said from next to Lauren. He watched Harry sit on the couch, awfully close to Lauren. "By the way, Harry; I was wondering if you could help me figure out this schedule."
Ron looked hurt about the fact that no one noticed his announcement.
Harry answered Brian's question. "Sure. Let me see it." Brian handed his and Lauren's schedules to Harry.
"Hmmm," Harry thought aloud, studying Lauren's schedule. She scooted closer to him, if that was possible. "This is the time of the class. And this is the name of the class. So, this means that on Monday you have Care of Magical Creatures first, Defense Against Dark Arts after lunch, and then… Hey! You have every class with me, Ron, and Hermione!"
"Great!" Lauren exclaimed.
"Look at mine now, Harry. Who do I have classes with?" Brian practically whined.
Before Harry could answer, Ginny came over and pulled up a chair. Apparently, her chat with Jared had gone extremely well; she looked rather ecstatic. Harry looked at Jared, who had started doing homework. Harry wondered what they had been talking about.
"May I see that?" Ginny asked, taking the schedule out of Harry's outstretched hands. "Wonderful! You're in all my classes, Brian."
"Really?" Ron asked skeptically. Everyone turned and looked at him. I thought he left! Harry thought. Oh well.
"Yeah, why?" Ginny replied.
"No reason," Ron answered, "but I'm going to snag something from the kitchens; I'm starved!" He left.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Maybe I'll go grab something to eat, too." She walked up to Jared and leaned over the table, whispering something to him. He looked up and nodded, eyeing his stack of books. He shook his head momentarily and walked out with Ginny.
"Wonder what's going on there," Lauren said, eyes twinkling and smiling.
"What?" Harry asked vaguely.
"Isn't it obvious, Harry? They're in a relationship." Harry still looked confused, so she added, "Jared is Ginny's boyfriend."
"I don't know-" Harry started.
"I do. And jump away from the subject, Laur. You know what that reminds me of," Brian said forcefully.
"Does it remind you of Jenny, Bri? Or does it make you want Ginny cause maybe she might be a player like you?" Lauren taunted.
"Shut up."
"So you do want Ginny?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. But it's kinda obvious that you want Harry."
Lauren blushed, glancing at Harry. "I do not."
"You're blushing! So you do want Harry? It was a totally lucky guess!"
She sighed almost sadly. "I don't want Harry, Bri. I already have him."
Harry would have been outraged upon hearing the siblings refer to him as an object, but he was too busy following the conversation.
"You what? Whaddya mean you 'already have him'?"
