Chapter 5
~In the Slytherin Tower (Night)~
As Dilynn entered the Common room, the noise of an long night party unraveling, greeted her ears. She wouldn't of been surprised if they started to sing "We Are The Champions". Magical streamers were spurting out from every wand and the scale of laughter was beyond describing. The music was turned up to full volume, the lyrics from the latest Wyrd Sister's song bounced around the room. The hologram of them were placed next to the window and they seemed to be having as much fun as the rest of the Slytherins.
Quietly she crept upstairs to her dorm unnoticed. As she climbed the winding stairs to the third floor, more music started to find a road to Dilynn's ears. It was not possible to believe that this music was from downstairs. It had a soft melancholy tune that pulls at one's heart strings. She followed the sad tune, tears welling up behind her eyes. They led her to a door, light was streaming from under it and as she peaked trough the slightly open door, she let out a gasp.
The music stopped. Pansy Parkinson turned around. Fear was visible in her eyes. Trying to shove the instrument under her bed, she snapped at Dilynn.
"What do you want, Zenclar?"
Dilynn wasn't sure what to say, "Well, I was...just, well, just walking up the stairs..."
"So? What's that got to do with you spying on me?"
Anger fired up in Dilynn like logs being lit in a fireplace, "What makes you think you're so special that I would actually bother to spy on you, Parkinson?" And with that she stormed off.
Lying on her bed, Dilynn tried to put the pieces of the puzzle together. Why was there fear in Pansy's eyes when she saw Dilynn at the door? And why did she shove her Mallionica under the bed? Why was she playing that song? Why did she want to hide her talent? Everything just didn't make sense to Dilynn. The tune was still clear in her mind. Closing her eyes, Dilynn tried to imagine an actual Mallicy, with their platinum feathers shining from the moonlight, singing that song. But the thought would never stay long enough to finish the song. Her mind was wandering, wandering to things she didn't want to think about right now.
Turning onto her stomach, Dilynn leaned over the side of her bed to reach for the suitcase under the bed. After pulling it out she opened it. "Alifasten!" From the suitcase she took, out a book. "Delafasten!" Closing the case, she pushed her personal belongings back under her bed. After propping up her pillow, Dilynn snuggled up in her bed and began to read the first page in her new teen romance novel.
Her eyes needed to be forced open, by the time she finished her book, but her roommates were still partying, as their beds were empty, or maybe they had just fallen asleep in the common room. Dilynn smiled at the thought. However she was too tired to put the novel back where it belonged, so she lazily shoved it into her pillow case. Sleepily, she laid her head on her pillow. But as tired and sleepy as she was, there was one thought she had to think about before she fell asleep.
~The Gryffindor Tower (Morning)~
Ron stirred in his sleep. If he made one movement, the blanket would slip off onto the floor. Ron rolled over and the blanket slid to the ground. Harry smiled in amusement as he changed into his school robes for breakfast. After dressing, he went over to the fallen blanket and picked it up. Holding two ends of the blanket, he waved it up and unintentionally created some wind. Ron shivered at the coolness. His eye's sprang open and sat up in a flash.
"What in the name of great wizards, are you doing Harry?" yelled Ron, waking up the other two boys in the room.
Harry was startled, but soon after, a chuckle replaced the expression, as the blanket landed, covering Ron's head. As Harry's hands were still on the two corners, he pulled the blanket off Ron, who was trying to wrestle his way out. Ron's face was filled with anger.
"First you try to freeze me ,then you try to suffocate me, are you really Harry? What have you done to Harry?" Poking Harry with a finger, as he asked.
An grin appeared on the black haired boy's face.
"Well, it is summer and I thought you might need some wind to cool you down." The grin widened to a big smile. Dean Thomas laughed as he realized what Harry did. As Ron changed, still with an huffy expression, Dean explained.
"Hahahaha, Ron...Hahaha, he was only trying to cover you ...hahaha, again. I think your blanket fell off. You see muggles' usually heave the blanket up to gently place it back on the sleeper. Hahaha...hichic...oops, I think hic I gothichic the hiccups from hic laughing so much!" The expression on Ron's face disappeared as he peered at Dean hiccuping.
"This is hiccuping? Woah! You guys are lucky, when wizards laugh too much they turn into blue hyenas!"
Harry's eyes widened at the thought. Blue hyenas! Amazing! Then he laughed out loud, well that's a good revenge tactic, make them laugh.
"Com'mon guys, I'm starving, lets go have Breakfast, I'm so hungry I could eat a horse!"
"A horse?" came the puzzling question from Ron as the four boys walked down the stairs.
~The Great Hall~
Ginny looked towards the door, watching as hundreds of wizards and witches passed through the doors. "Don't worry Ginns, the boys will be here soon, their stomach won't let them miss breakfasts."
The two girls laughed. Hermione, observed the younger girl as she looked for Harry and her brother. She had grown to become a pretty little redhead with the right curves and these innocent sea green eyes. Ginny was a looker, but her loyalty remained to Harry. It was nothing to do with no other wizards asking her to dances or ice-cream. But, it was more like it meant nothing to her unless it was Harry asking her for dates.
Harry was blind to the girl's crush and Hermione had to shake her head at how loyal Ginny was, and she thanked Merlin that Ginny wasn't obsessed with him, like the people who stared a Harry Potter fanclub at school. She needed to ask Ron about how Harry feels about Ginny, it might stop Ginny's heart from breaking.
"There here, finally!" exclaimed Ginny. Hermione turned to see her two best friends walking over to them. With Harry's dark hair and tanned complexion from Quidditch, he wasn't bad looking. He had an athletic look and a smile that did nothing for her. But when she looks at Ron, she saw this guy. A guy who was hopeless at spells, always being teased by his twin older brothers and has an obsession with the flavoured beans. However, there was always something else Hermione saw in him, she didn't know what, but she knows she sees it in him.
"Zenclar!"
Raking back her long copper hair with her hands so she could see, she turned around at the sound of her name. Pansy rushed up to her. Still defensive about the night before, Dilynn, crossed her arms in front of her. When Pansy reaches her, she spoke in a haste whisper.
"If you tell anyone that I play the Malliconica, you'll regret it."
And with that she rushed off to join her friends at the table. Dilynn raised her eyes in surprised at the empty space where Pansy was standing a few seconds before hand. Why doesn't she want people to know? Before she could come up with an reasonable answer, her stomach rumbled. She winced at the sound. I think I need to eat. I think better with a full stomach.
Grabbing a seat at the end of the table she started to place some food onto her plate. An orange, a hard boiled egg and a piece of toast, sipping tea in between bites. She was still a little bit hungry after she finished the breakfast she had placed on her plate, but she was the kind of girl who had to watch her weight. Dilynn often envied other girls who could eat whatever they wanted without gaining some extra pounds. Looking over at Pansy, she saw the girl piling her plate up with pancakes, with a scoop of ice-cream and chocolate toppin' on top. Pansy was the type of girl Dilynn envied.
As Dilynn craved for the pancakes that sat on Pansy's plate as she gossiped with her friends, Dumbledore stood up to address the school. The noise slowly subsided as people noticed the standing head master. Head turns to the direction of the smiling face of Professor Dumbledore.
"Good morning to everyone, good to see you all interacting and enjoying your breakfast. As you should all know, September 13th is just a few weeks away. This is the set date for our senior's dance. The Witching Choice."
Puzzlement was evident in all the students' facial expressions and the murmurs in the crowd.
"The dance is an new arrangement for seniors to have some fun before the fight for the highest OWLS begin," a smile creeps onto Dumbledore's face, when another uproar occurs. "I'm sure that all our young males are becoming tired of the one to ask the girl, so this dance reverses the rules. The Witching Choice, requires the female to ask some lucky wizard to go with her."
Cheers and blushing faces erupted through the seniors in the Hall. Side glancing at his sister, Ron notices that she was turning beet red, casting glances at Harry every few seconds. Chuckling, he nudged Hermione, without turning towards her he whispers, "Well, we know who Ginny is going to ask."
Hermione's own face was tinged with rouge, but she managed to croak out, "Yeah..." Clearing her throat, she tried again, "She and most of the girls in Gryffindor."
Ron, nodded a silent sympathy.
Dilynn, felt her face growing hot. I'm gonna have to ask a guy? Oh no! Casting a look at Pansy to see her reaction, Dilynn was surprised to see her staring straight back at her before she turned to her friends, giggling. Confusion set on Dilynn's thoughts. She looked back down at her plate, questions overflowing in her head.
"Hey, Pansy. Who are you going to ask? Draco?" asks Rachel, flicking her hair behind her shoulder as Pansy returned to the conversation from staring at an distant object.
Pansy giggled. "Well, he is kind of cute...but, don't you reckon Tyson Firemont is way gorgeous?"
An eruption of opinions came cluttering out of her friends' mouths. This gave her time to think.
Do I want to hurt myself continuously by pushing my heart upon Draco? It's so obvious that he doesn't like me...but... Pansy bows her head in sadness then lifts it with a dreamy smile set on her lips. But Tyson is so much cooler, with his deep-set dimple and bronze hair. Not to mention a body to die for... I wonder what I would be like, him holding me tight as we dance? And him being single is just an excellent bonus... Her thoughts were broken when her best friend, Samantha asked a question she didn't like.
"Who do you think Zenclar will ask?" it was a casual question that just sort of slipped out, but it sent the group into a silence.
A giggle made them all turn. The blonde girl with silky curls was shaking with laughter.
"Tiffany, what is with you?" scowled Pansy.
"Well, you know how she's got the guys falling at her feet?" Started Tiffany, but decided to change the approach when she saw the darkened faces in her group, "Okay, imagine is she asked Crabbe or Doyle to go with her? I mean, can't you just see them walking up to her begging for her to ask them? 'Please, please take us, your highness.' " She acted out the scene as she described it.
It was too much for the girls, the idea was too realistic, it would be just like Draco's sidekicks to be so desperate. The laughter spread through the hall and most of the school turned to stare at them. But it only worsened the stitches in their stomachs when Doyle accidentally tripped over his school robe. HE looks up at the group, flushed red with embarrassment.
Draco sat eating his breakfast oblivious to the noise surrounding him. He was hatching the perfect revenge. The night's sleep didn't seem to of settled his angry about Dilynn replacing him on the Quidditch field. From the corner of his eye he spied on Dilynn to make sure what he was doing would hit her where it hurts most.
Picking up his books he stands from the table. His noble background shimmers as his robes swished past Doyle who was dusting himself off, still red in the face.
"Come on, we got to go to the library." Stated Draco in a tone which meant there would be no arguments.
Doyle signaled to Crabbe and they trudged off after Draco, scratching their heads in wonderment. The library was a place rarely visited by anyone in Slytherin unless it was absolutely necessary for schoolwork.
~The Girls' Dorms In Gryffindor Tower (Night)~
Staring at the ceiling, Ginny sighed. Some of the girls had gathered in her room to talk about the Witching Choice. Turning on her stomach she joined to conversation.
"I really don't think I'll have the guts to as a guy. What do you guys reckon?"
Most of the girls already had already thought over the question.
"Well, I reckon a letter will do..."
"As if, Maggy! Has a guy ever written a letter to ask a girl on a date?"
"How would I know?"
"Cindy, don't be so mean. You've only been asked out on one date and he asked you via his best friend!"
Cindy, looked slight put out. As if to release some feelings she gave her black curls a few sharp shakes. Ginny sighed again, she turned to look at each girl.
"You got to admit that none of us have been asked out that many times...or have ever been asked."
"Except for Helincy!" someone slyly put in.
Peals of laughter paraded around the room for a while and continuing while Helincy threw a pillow at the person who teased her. The whole episode turned the talk into a pillow fight, the muggle way. Ducking and weaving, screams and whacks flying everywhere. All thoughts of the dance left the girls' mind.
When the girls left, Ginny was back to staring at the ceiling, watching as a remaining feather gently floated down, landing on her nose.
"Hermione?" turning her head to face Hermione, who was in the next bed. She had to say repeat the girl's name a few more times before Hermione snapped out of her trance.
"What is it, Ginns?" focusing her eyes on the younger girl.
"Should I ask Harry to the dance?"
Hermione propped herself up with an arm and inspected Ginny before answering. Lying back on her bed, she opened her mouth to reply.
"If your heart believes you should."
"Maybe we could double date with you and Ron." Ginny decided dreamily.
Hermione nearly fell off the bed with surprise. "Huh?"
This time, Ginny propped her self up with an elbow with a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I can see right through you Hermi, I've known you too long. I've seen the way you look at my brother."
"Wouldn't of thought you'd notice since you always seemed to be staring at Harry." Gently prodded Hermione. Both girls were blushing now.
~In the Slytherin Tower (Night)~
As Dilynn entered the Common room, the noise of an long night party unraveling, greeted her ears. She wouldn't of been surprised if they started to sing "We Are The Champions". Magical streamers were spurting out from every wand and the scale of laughter was beyond describing. The music was turned up to full volume, the lyrics from the latest Wyrd Sister's song bounced around the room. The hologram of them were placed next to the window and they seemed to be having as much fun as the rest of the Slytherins.
Quietly she crept upstairs to her dorm unnoticed. As she climbed the winding stairs to the third floor, more music started to find a road to Dilynn's ears. It was not possible to believe that this music was from downstairs. It had a soft melancholy tune that pulls at one's heart strings. She followed the sad tune, tears welling up behind her eyes. They led her to a door, light was streaming from under it and as she peaked trough the slightly open door, she let out a gasp.
The music stopped. Pansy Parkinson turned around. Fear was visible in her eyes. Trying to shove the instrument under her bed, she snapped at Dilynn.
"What do you want, Zenclar?"
Dilynn wasn't sure what to say, "Well, I was...just, well, just walking up the stairs..."
"So? What's that got to do with you spying on me?"
Anger fired up in Dilynn like logs being lit in a fireplace, "What makes you think you're so special that I would actually bother to spy on you, Parkinson?" And with that she stormed off.
Lying on her bed, Dilynn tried to put the pieces of the puzzle together. Why was there fear in Pansy's eyes when she saw Dilynn at the door? And why did she shove her Mallionica under the bed? Why was she playing that song? Why did she want to hide her talent? Everything just didn't make sense to Dilynn. The tune was still clear in her mind. Closing her eyes, Dilynn tried to imagine an actual Mallicy, with their platinum feathers shining from the moonlight, singing that song. But the thought would never stay long enough to finish the song. Her mind was wandering, wandering to things she didn't want to think about right now.
Turning onto her stomach, Dilynn leaned over the side of her bed to reach for the suitcase under the bed. After pulling it out she opened it. "Alifasten!" From the suitcase she took, out a book. "Delafasten!" Closing the case, she pushed her personal belongings back under her bed. After propping up her pillow, Dilynn snuggled up in her bed and began to read the first page in her new teen romance novel.
Her eyes needed to be forced open, by the time she finished her book, but her roommates were still partying, as their beds were empty, or maybe they had just fallen asleep in the common room. Dilynn smiled at the thought. However she was too tired to put the novel back where it belonged, so she lazily shoved it into her pillow case. Sleepily, she laid her head on her pillow. But as tired and sleepy as she was, there was one thought she had to think about before she fell asleep.
~The Gryffindor Tower (Morning)~
Ron stirred in his sleep. If he made one movement, the blanket would slip off onto the floor. Ron rolled over and the blanket slid to the ground. Harry smiled in amusement as he changed into his school robes for breakfast. After dressing, he went over to the fallen blanket and picked it up. Holding two ends of the blanket, he waved it up and unintentionally created some wind. Ron shivered at the coolness. His eye's sprang open and sat up in a flash.
"What in the name of great wizards, are you doing Harry?" yelled Ron, waking up the other two boys in the room.
Harry was startled, but soon after, a chuckle replaced the expression, as the blanket landed, covering Ron's head. As Harry's hands were still on the two corners, he pulled the blanket off Ron, who was trying to wrestle his way out. Ron's face was filled with anger.
"First you try to freeze me ,then you try to suffocate me, are you really Harry? What have you done to Harry?" Poking Harry with a finger, as he asked.
An grin appeared on the black haired boy's face.
"Well, it is summer and I thought you might need some wind to cool you down." The grin widened to a big smile. Dean Thomas laughed as he realized what Harry did. As Ron changed, still with an huffy expression, Dean explained.
"Hahahaha, Ron...Hahaha, he was only trying to cover you ...hahaha, again. I think your blanket fell off. You see muggles' usually heave the blanket up to gently place it back on the sleeper. Hahaha...hichic...oops, I think hic I gothichic the hiccups from hic laughing so much!" The expression on Ron's face disappeared as he peered at Dean hiccuping.
"This is hiccuping? Woah! You guys are lucky, when wizards laugh too much they turn into blue hyenas!"
Harry's eyes widened at the thought. Blue hyenas! Amazing! Then he laughed out loud, well that's a good revenge tactic, make them laugh.
"Com'mon guys, I'm starving, lets go have Breakfast, I'm so hungry I could eat a horse!"
"A horse?" came the puzzling question from Ron as the four boys walked down the stairs.
~The Great Hall~
Ginny looked towards the door, watching as hundreds of wizards and witches passed through the doors. "Don't worry Ginns, the boys will be here soon, their stomach won't let them miss breakfasts."
The two girls laughed. Hermione, observed the younger girl as she looked for Harry and her brother. She had grown to become a pretty little redhead with the right curves and these innocent sea green eyes. Ginny was a looker, but her loyalty remained to Harry. It was nothing to do with no other wizards asking her to dances or ice-cream. But, it was more like it meant nothing to her unless it was Harry asking her for dates.
Harry was blind to the girl's crush and Hermione had to shake her head at how loyal Ginny was, and she thanked Merlin that Ginny wasn't obsessed with him, like the people who stared a Harry Potter fanclub at school. She needed to ask Ron about how Harry feels about Ginny, it might stop Ginny's heart from breaking.
"There here, finally!" exclaimed Ginny. Hermione turned to see her two best friends walking over to them. With Harry's dark hair and tanned complexion from Quidditch, he wasn't bad looking. He had an athletic look and a smile that did nothing for her. But when she looks at Ron, she saw this guy. A guy who was hopeless at spells, always being teased by his twin older brothers and has an obsession with the flavoured beans. However, there was always something else Hermione saw in him, she didn't know what, but she knows she sees it in him.
"Zenclar!"
Raking back her long copper hair with her hands so she could see, she turned around at the sound of her name. Pansy rushed up to her. Still defensive about the night before, Dilynn, crossed her arms in front of her. When Pansy reaches her, she spoke in a haste whisper.
"If you tell anyone that I play the Malliconica, you'll regret it."
And with that she rushed off to join her friends at the table. Dilynn raised her eyes in surprised at the empty space where Pansy was standing a few seconds before hand. Why doesn't she want people to know? Before she could come up with an reasonable answer, her stomach rumbled. She winced at the sound. I think I need to eat. I think better with a full stomach.
Grabbing a seat at the end of the table she started to place some food onto her plate. An orange, a hard boiled egg and a piece of toast, sipping tea in between bites. She was still a little bit hungry after she finished the breakfast she had placed on her plate, but she was the kind of girl who had to watch her weight. Dilynn often envied other girls who could eat whatever they wanted without gaining some extra pounds. Looking over at Pansy, she saw the girl piling her plate up with pancakes, with a scoop of ice-cream and chocolate toppin' on top. Pansy was the type of girl Dilynn envied.
As Dilynn craved for the pancakes that sat on Pansy's plate as she gossiped with her friends, Dumbledore stood up to address the school. The noise slowly subsided as people noticed the standing head master. Head turns to the direction of the smiling face of Professor Dumbledore.
"Good morning to everyone, good to see you all interacting and enjoying your breakfast. As you should all know, September 13th is just a few weeks away. This is the set date for our senior's dance. The Witching Choice."
Puzzlement was evident in all the students' facial expressions and the murmurs in the crowd.
"The dance is an new arrangement for seniors to have some fun before the fight for the highest OWLS begin," a smile creeps onto Dumbledore's face, when another uproar occurs. "I'm sure that all our young males are becoming tired of the one to ask the girl, so this dance reverses the rules. The Witching Choice, requires the female to ask some lucky wizard to go with her."
Cheers and blushing faces erupted through the seniors in the Hall. Side glancing at his sister, Ron notices that she was turning beet red, casting glances at Harry every few seconds. Chuckling, he nudged Hermione, without turning towards her he whispers, "Well, we know who Ginny is going to ask."
Hermione's own face was tinged with rouge, but she managed to croak out, "Yeah..." Clearing her throat, she tried again, "She and most of the girls in Gryffindor."
Ron, nodded a silent sympathy.
Dilynn, felt her face growing hot. I'm gonna have to ask a guy? Oh no! Casting a look at Pansy to see her reaction, Dilynn was surprised to see her staring straight back at her before she turned to her friends, giggling. Confusion set on Dilynn's thoughts. She looked back down at her plate, questions overflowing in her head.
"Hey, Pansy. Who are you going to ask? Draco?" asks Rachel, flicking her hair behind her shoulder as Pansy returned to the conversation from staring at an distant object.
Pansy giggled. "Well, he is kind of cute...but, don't you reckon Tyson Firemont is way gorgeous?"
An eruption of opinions came cluttering out of her friends' mouths. This gave her time to think.
Do I want to hurt myself continuously by pushing my heart upon Draco? It's so obvious that he doesn't like me...but... Pansy bows her head in sadness then lifts it with a dreamy smile set on her lips. But Tyson is so much cooler, with his deep-set dimple and bronze hair. Not to mention a body to die for... I wonder what I would be like, him holding me tight as we dance? And him being single is just an excellent bonus... Her thoughts were broken when her best friend, Samantha asked a question she didn't like.
"Who do you think Zenclar will ask?" it was a casual question that just sort of slipped out, but it sent the group into a silence.
A giggle made them all turn. The blonde girl with silky curls was shaking with laughter.
"Tiffany, what is with you?" scowled Pansy.
"Well, you know how she's got the guys falling at her feet?" Started Tiffany, but decided to change the approach when she saw the darkened faces in her group, "Okay, imagine is she asked Crabbe or Doyle to go with her? I mean, can't you just see them walking up to her begging for her to ask them? 'Please, please take us, your highness.' " She acted out the scene as she described it.
It was too much for the girls, the idea was too realistic, it would be just like Draco's sidekicks to be so desperate. The laughter spread through the hall and most of the school turned to stare at them. But it only worsened the stitches in their stomachs when Doyle accidentally tripped over his school robe. HE looks up at the group, flushed red with embarrassment.
Draco sat eating his breakfast oblivious to the noise surrounding him. He was hatching the perfect revenge. The night's sleep didn't seem to of settled his angry about Dilynn replacing him on the Quidditch field. From the corner of his eye he spied on Dilynn to make sure what he was doing would hit her where it hurts most.
Picking up his books he stands from the table. His noble background shimmers as his robes swished past Doyle who was dusting himself off, still red in the face.
"Come on, we got to go to the library." Stated Draco in a tone which meant there would be no arguments.
Doyle signaled to Crabbe and they trudged off after Draco, scratching their heads in wonderment. The library was a place rarely visited by anyone in Slytherin unless it was absolutely necessary for schoolwork.
~The Girls' Dorms In Gryffindor Tower (Night)~
Staring at the ceiling, Ginny sighed. Some of the girls had gathered in her room to talk about the Witching Choice. Turning on her stomach she joined to conversation.
"I really don't think I'll have the guts to as a guy. What do you guys reckon?"
Most of the girls already had already thought over the question.
"Well, I reckon a letter will do..."
"As if, Maggy! Has a guy ever written a letter to ask a girl on a date?"
"How would I know?"
"Cindy, don't be so mean. You've only been asked out on one date and he asked you via his best friend!"
Cindy, looked slight put out. As if to release some feelings she gave her black curls a few sharp shakes. Ginny sighed again, she turned to look at each girl.
"You got to admit that none of us have been asked out that many times...or have ever been asked."
"Except for Helincy!" someone slyly put in.
Peals of laughter paraded around the room for a while and continuing while Helincy threw a pillow at the person who teased her. The whole episode turned the talk into a pillow fight, the muggle way. Ducking and weaving, screams and whacks flying everywhere. All thoughts of the dance left the girls' mind.
When the girls left, Ginny was back to staring at the ceiling, watching as a remaining feather gently floated down, landing on her nose.
"Hermione?" turning her head to face Hermione, who was in the next bed. She had to say repeat the girl's name a few more times before Hermione snapped out of her trance.
"What is it, Ginns?" focusing her eyes on the younger girl.
"Should I ask Harry to the dance?"
Hermione propped herself up with an arm and inspected Ginny before answering. Lying back on her bed, she opened her mouth to reply.
"If your heart believes you should."
"Maybe we could double date with you and Ron." Ginny decided dreamily.
Hermione nearly fell off the bed with surprise. "Huh?"
This time, Ginny propped her self up with an elbow with a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I can see right through you Hermi, I've known you too long. I've seen the way you look at my brother."
"Wouldn't of thought you'd notice since you always seemed to be staring at Harry." Gently prodded Hermione. Both girls were blushing now.
