Ana went straight to sleep. The week went like the week before had except that on Thursday was her next quidditch lesson. She got up right at 6:00 am when practice was scheduled. She got down to the field about twenty minutes later. She saw how annoyed Oliver and the rest of the team were.
"You are bloody late! Where were you? " asked George.
"In bed," said Ana.
"Where is your equipment?" asked George.
"Not here," said Ana. "I've just come to let you know I quit and that I've already handed my robes back to McGonagall. I found a replacement for the time being."
"Who?" asked Harry.
"Neville Longbottom. He was the only one up to practices this early. Thank you, I must be going."
"It's because of gymnastics. It's because of dancing. Is it? I assume so," said Alicia.
"If it is, it's none of your business. You just forget about me. All of you, and especially Fred and Oliver," said Ana. She glared at them.
"Ana you are just afraid!" yelled Harry. "You're afraid that you're not good enough."
"Nice try Harry, but I don't fall for tricks like that," said Ana. She marched off the field. Neville ran over to them and tripped over his new robes.
"Hey guys!" yelled Neville as he tripped over his robes once more.
"You'll be sorry you left!!!" yelled Oliver. She was at the edge of the field when she decided. She decided to dance. She had her shoes on because she had worn them to bed. She looked at them and took her wand out of her pocket. She pointed it at her slippers. They rose ten feet. She pushed herself up to hoop level. She said once more, 'Level-vous'. She stopped. She put herself on the hoop. They tried all ways to get her out of the way. Harry even flew up on his own broom. She sat on the back. Once they got to the 'platform' she just stopped with a thump.
"This is all your fault Oliver!" screamed George.
"It's equally Fred's fault," screamed Oliver.
"It's everyone's fault!" screamed Fred.
"How is it my fault?" screamed Alicia.
"Everyone except me was provoking her," said Jennie. By this time Ana had taken her shoes off and was lying on the 'platform'. "Alicia yelled at her about it being dancing's fault, Fred and Oliver cheated on her, George yelled at her about being late, and Harry said she was afraid."
"I don't care about her, I need work. I'm going to practice," said Alicia.
"NO!" screamed Fred as Alicia took one of the bludger's out. Before she had time to put it back it slipped from her hands.
"ANA!" screamed Harry. Fred and Oliver were on there brooms toward her already. Oliver's broom did a swoosh and knocked into Fred. Fred took it personal and shoved him back. In midair they began a fist fight. The bludger was picking up speed. Ana saw it, picked up her wand and yelled," Unmovato!" They blugder dropped onto the field. She put her shoes on and yelled the counter charm," Asseyez-vous". Her shoes came down to the place where Fred and Oliver were fighting.
"Please stop. I will never like either of you if you keep acting like this." Fred thought about what he had heard in the girls showerroom.
'Fred could make it all better by just stop begging and telling Adrian he's taken, and flowers would be a nice touch...' He decided he'd do all that and then tell her the truth about Frany. He watched her step off the field.
"That was cool," said Neville.
"I wish she'd come back!" said Harry. "She's the best chaser since Hortensia whatever back when Oliver was a second year."
"I think I can get her back. Oliver you'll have to come with me," said Fred, as they walked off the field into the locker rooms.
"We have a practice!" yelled Alicia.
"Guys, come on!" yelled Jennie.
"Tomorrow!" yelled Oliver as the two fled from view.
The next day Ana was walking to Transfiguration when she heard Fred and Adrian.
"Hi, Fred," said Adrian. "Want more lovin'?"
"No! I came to tell you it's over!" yelled Fred.
"Why, honey?" asked Adrian as she rubbed his face. Fred had this rush that made him want to kiss her but he had made it this far. He pushed her hand off his face.
"I am not in love with you. I love Ana," said Fred.
"You went out with her for one day!" yelled Adrian, starting to realize that he was serious.
"I know, but she has a ... a presence about her. It doesn't matter that it was one day. It could have been a year and I would feel the same about her."
"She doesn't want you back!" yelled Adrian.
"Maybe not, but I'll sure try to get her back." He walked around the corner and bumped into Ana.
"Oh hi Ana," said Fred, looking at his feet.
"Hi Fred. You know I heard what you said to Adrian and I think it was really sweet. I'll see you later," said Ana smiling.
Later that day Ana was on her way to dinner. She was walking out the portrait hole.
"Hi Adrian," said Oliver as he walked out of the hole to go down the stairs.
"Hey, honey. Wanna go somewhere special?" asked Adrian.
"No. I don't want to cheat on Ana. She is a special girl and I should treat her special. I should ... respect her," said Oliver. He walked away with an annoyed face. Ana walked out of the room with the last group of people. When she finally got to the Great Hall, she spotted the quidditch team. She sat herself next to Hermione and watched them. Fred noticed and came over to Ana.
"Ana, I'm not going to beg and plead and this is my last chance. I want to know. Will you be my girlfriend again?" he asked as he held out some flowers.
"I'll need to think about it. Oh and I'll let you know I forgive you for the day before yesterday," she said.
"What do you mean?" asked Fred as his face turned red.
"The shower room thing. I knew it was you because Frany was at the library and had already taken a shower that day. Her name was on the already showered list."
"Oh, that thing," said Fred, his face as red as his tie.
"I'm just surprised you took the initiative to go and get some idea's. I just can't believe you did that!" said Ana laughing. "And about the quidditch team, I'll think about it. I do believe Neville will be very good addition to the team."
"I'll seeya then."
"Ana I need to tell you something. I figured out Adrian!" said Hermione.
"What about that old rat?" asked Ana.
"She put a curse on you. I was looking through a book of charms and curses for our Charms report. I saw a charm to make people do whatever you say!" said Hermione. "It punishable by a year in Azkaban. It is a curse sort of relating to the Imperious Curse, sort of like a miniature enchantment," said Hermione opening her books. "We should go to Dumbledore. If you won't I will!"
"If you want to go ahead. I need to go somewhere. Will you meet me in our dorm room at 9:30?"
"Sure," said Hermione. "Seeya." Ana left the Great Hall and went to her room. She took a shower, all too well remembering the episode with "Frany". Ana sat with her kittens, who still had trouble maneuvering around the bed at night, tumbled with each other in the blankets. So that night she thought about Fred and Oliver. She thought about Fred's last plea. Right at nine thirty the door swung open. Prof. McGonagall following close behind Hermione.
"Ana, Miss Granger has told me what Adrian did. She has figured out the motive and I am going to Prof. Dumbledore once I leave here. I'd like to see if you have any word in this?" asked the Professor.
"No, ma'am," said Ana.
"Then I'll be off," said the Professor. The Professor left through the door and Hermione sat on her bed.
"She said you figured the motive out?" said Ana, confused.
"Yeah. Haven't you read any books ever? It's obvious. Jealousy! You get the boys attention, you are top of the class (with me), top of the quidditch team, and when you came to the school you had an open Sorting. She had a private one when her family moved her here from Durmstrang. She was just getting back at you. Ana I remember last year she had a thing for Oliver and Fred and Percy and all the Weasley's and Harry and everyone in Gryffindor. Well, maybe not Neville. But don't worry in the morning she'll be shipped off to a military school."
And like Hermione said, that moring at the Hufflepuff table there was in an uproar. They were raging mad. Fred didn't care about all the threats at him as he walked down the aisle to sit next to Ana.
"So?" he asked, hopefully. Ana kept eating. He cleared his throat.
"So what?" asked Ana.
"Have you decided?" asked Fred. Ana swallowed and wiped her mouth. She took a sip of her juice.
"Oh, that. This is really going to disappoint tou but I figure it's the only way we can go on like this..." started Ana. Fred's face went from hopeful to sad.
"Oh I see," said Fred gloomily. He stood up and turned.
"But..." Ana started again as Fred turned. "I guess I could love you either way." Fred was estatic. He started jumping up and down and kissing her so much, Dumbledore stood up and told him to stop. He went back to his own plate of breakfast food. The next sound other than the clink and clank of plates and glasses was the flutter of wings. Ana's speckaled owl swoop onto Fred's plate and dropped a parcel. He looked down at the eating Ana. He ripped it open and it was a ... NEW BROOMSTICK! He shot her a smile. She didn't dare tell him it was a second hand one. A fairly used, Nimbus Two Thousand And One!!!!
"You are bloody late! Where were you? " asked George.
"In bed," said Ana.
"Where is your equipment?" asked George.
"Not here," said Ana. "I've just come to let you know I quit and that I've already handed my robes back to McGonagall. I found a replacement for the time being."
"Who?" asked Harry.
"Neville Longbottom. He was the only one up to practices this early. Thank you, I must be going."
"It's because of gymnastics. It's because of dancing. Is it? I assume so," said Alicia.
"If it is, it's none of your business. You just forget about me. All of you, and especially Fred and Oliver," said Ana. She glared at them.
"Ana you are just afraid!" yelled Harry. "You're afraid that you're not good enough."
"Nice try Harry, but I don't fall for tricks like that," said Ana. She marched off the field. Neville ran over to them and tripped over his new robes.
"Hey guys!" yelled Neville as he tripped over his robes once more.
"You'll be sorry you left!!!" yelled Oliver. She was at the edge of the field when she decided. She decided to dance. She had her shoes on because she had worn them to bed. She looked at them and took her wand out of her pocket. She pointed it at her slippers. They rose ten feet. She pushed herself up to hoop level. She said once more, 'Level-vous'. She stopped. She put herself on the hoop. They tried all ways to get her out of the way. Harry even flew up on his own broom. She sat on the back. Once they got to the 'platform' she just stopped with a thump.
"This is all your fault Oliver!" screamed George.
"It's equally Fred's fault," screamed Oliver.
"It's everyone's fault!" screamed Fred.
"How is it my fault?" screamed Alicia.
"Everyone except me was provoking her," said Jennie. By this time Ana had taken her shoes off and was lying on the 'platform'. "Alicia yelled at her about it being dancing's fault, Fred and Oliver cheated on her, George yelled at her about being late, and Harry said she was afraid."
"I don't care about her, I need work. I'm going to practice," said Alicia.
"NO!" screamed Fred as Alicia took one of the bludger's out. Before she had time to put it back it slipped from her hands.
"ANA!" screamed Harry. Fred and Oliver were on there brooms toward her already. Oliver's broom did a swoosh and knocked into Fred. Fred took it personal and shoved him back. In midair they began a fist fight. The bludger was picking up speed. Ana saw it, picked up her wand and yelled," Unmovato!" They blugder dropped onto the field. She put her shoes on and yelled the counter charm," Asseyez-vous". Her shoes came down to the place where Fred and Oliver were fighting.
"Please stop. I will never like either of you if you keep acting like this." Fred thought about what he had heard in the girls showerroom.
'Fred could make it all better by just stop begging and telling Adrian he's taken, and flowers would be a nice touch...' He decided he'd do all that and then tell her the truth about Frany. He watched her step off the field.
"That was cool," said Neville.
"I wish she'd come back!" said Harry. "She's the best chaser since Hortensia whatever back when Oliver was a second year."
"I think I can get her back. Oliver you'll have to come with me," said Fred, as they walked off the field into the locker rooms.
"We have a practice!" yelled Alicia.
"Guys, come on!" yelled Jennie.
"Tomorrow!" yelled Oliver as the two fled from view.
The next day Ana was walking to Transfiguration when she heard Fred and Adrian.
"Hi, Fred," said Adrian. "Want more lovin'?"
"No! I came to tell you it's over!" yelled Fred.
"Why, honey?" asked Adrian as she rubbed his face. Fred had this rush that made him want to kiss her but he had made it this far. He pushed her hand off his face.
"I am not in love with you. I love Ana," said Fred.
"You went out with her for one day!" yelled Adrian, starting to realize that he was serious.
"I know, but she has a ... a presence about her. It doesn't matter that it was one day. It could have been a year and I would feel the same about her."
"She doesn't want you back!" yelled Adrian.
"Maybe not, but I'll sure try to get her back." He walked around the corner and bumped into Ana.
"Oh hi Ana," said Fred, looking at his feet.
"Hi Fred. You know I heard what you said to Adrian and I think it was really sweet. I'll see you later," said Ana smiling.
Later that day Ana was on her way to dinner. She was walking out the portrait hole.
"Hi Adrian," said Oliver as he walked out of the hole to go down the stairs.
"Hey, honey. Wanna go somewhere special?" asked Adrian.
"No. I don't want to cheat on Ana. She is a special girl and I should treat her special. I should ... respect her," said Oliver. He walked away with an annoyed face. Ana walked out of the room with the last group of people. When she finally got to the Great Hall, she spotted the quidditch team. She sat herself next to Hermione and watched them. Fred noticed and came over to Ana.
"Ana, I'm not going to beg and plead and this is my last chance. I want to know. Will you be my girlfriend again?" he asked as he held out some flowers.
"I'll need to think about it. Oh and I'll let you know I forgive you for the day before yesterday," she said.
"What do you mean?" asked Fred as his face turned red.
"The shower room thing. I knew it was you because Frany was at the library and had already taken a shower that day. Her name was on the already showered list."
"Oh, that thing," said Fred, his face as red as his tie.
"I'm just surprised you took the initiative to go and get some idea's. I just can't believe you did that!" said Ana laughing. "And about the quidditch team, I'll think about it. I do believe Neville will be very good addition to the team."
"I'll seeya then."
"Ana I need to tell you something. I figured out Adrian!" said Hermione.
"What about that old rat?" asked Ana.
"She put a curse on you. I was looking through a book of charms and curses for our Charms report. I saw a charm to make people do whatever you say!" said Hermione. "It punishable by a year in Azkaban. It is a curse sort of relating to the Imperious Curse, sort of like a miniature enchantment," said Hermione opening her books. "We should go to Dumbledore. If you won't I will!"
"If you want to go ahead. I need to go somewhere. Will you meet me in our dorm room at 9:30?"
"Sure," said Hermione. "Seeya." Ana left the Great Hall and went to her room. She took a shower, all too well remembering the episode with "Frany". Ana sat with her kittens, who still had trouble maneuvering around the bed at night, tumbled with each other in the blankets. So that night she thought about Fred and Oliver. She thought about Fred's last plea. Right at nine thirty the door swung open. Prof. McGonagall following close behind Hermione.
"Ana, Miss Granger has told me what Adrian did. She has figured out the motive and I am going to Prof. Dumbledore once I leave here. I'd like to see if you have any word in this?" asked the Professor.
"No, ma'am," said Ana.
"Then I'll be off," said the Professor. The Professor left through the door and Hermione sat on her bed.
"She said you figured the motive out?" said Ana, confused.
"Yeah. Haven't you read any books ever? It's obvious. Jealousy! You get the boys attention, you are top of the class (with me), top of the quidditch team, and when you came to the school you had an open Sorting. She had a private one when her family moved her here from Durmstrang. She was just getting back at you. Ana I remember last year she had a thing for Oliver and Fred and Percy and all the Weasley's and Harry and everyone in Gryffindor. Well, maybe not Neville. But don't worry in the morning she'll be shipped off to a military school."
And like Hermione said, that moring at the Hufflepuff table there was in an uproar. They were raging mad. Fred didn't care about all the threats at him as he walked down the aisle to sit next to Ana.
"So?" he asked, hopefully. Ana kept eating. He cleared his throat.
"So what?" asked Ana.
"Have you decided?" asked Fred. Ana swallowed and wiped her mouth. She took a sip of her juice.
"Oh, that. This is really going to disappoint tou but I figure it's the only way we can go on like this..." started Ana. Fred's face went from hopeful to sad.
"Oh I see," said Fred gloomily. He stood up and turned.
"But..." Ana started again as Fred turned. "I guess I could love you either way." Fred was estatic. He started jumping up and down and kissing her so much, Dumbledore stood up and told him to stop. He went back to his own plate of breakfast food. The next sound other than the clink and clank of plates and glasses was the flutter of wings. Ana's speckaled owl swoop onto Fred's plate and dropped a parcel. He looked down at the eating Ana. He ripped it open and it was a ... NEW BROOMSTICK! He shot her a smile. She didn't dare tell him it was a second hand one. A fairly used, Nimbus Two Thousand And One!!!!
THE END
