AN: Sorry about the weird HTML in the last chapter and sorry that this chapter is so short! I'll make the next one longer.
"Oh my god! That girl was such a bitch!" Ron said as the three friends exited the Great Hall and set out for thir dormitory.
"Ron!" Hermione snapped.
What?"
"First of all, don't ever call a girl a bitch. Second of all, don't use that language!" She said smacking Ron on the back of the head.
"Ouch! But she used worse language then the word bitch!" Ron said in defense, earning another slap on the head from Hermione. "Herm! Stop that!"
"Okay, she wasn't nice, but think about it, okay? She just came here from a totally different country! She's right! The last thing she needs is everyone staring at her like she's an animal!" With that, Hermione stalked off for the Gryffindor house.
"God, what's her deal?" Ron said, throwing his hands up in frustration. "You didn't deserve her outburst Harry....Harry? Harry!" Ron shouted toward his best friend.
"Hmm..what?" Harry asked looking over at Ron. "Sorry."
"What are you thinking about anyway? You've been all distracted ever since Erika..." Ron trailed off and looked up sharply at Harry. "No."
"What?"
"You like her!"
"What? No I don't! I mean, she was so rude!" Harry said, but he could feel his hairline getting hot as his face turned a light crisom color. His thoughts started to wander again to Erika again. Ron just sighed and rolled his eyes.
Without even realizing, the two boys had reached the Gryffindor house. They approached the Fat Lady and absent-mindedly Harry muttered the password to it.
"Fliggy-Penny." The portrait swung open and both boys walked through it. As they approached the commen room, they could hear voices.
"Her-Moyne."
"Her-My-Oh-Knee."
"Her-My-Own-Knee." Sitting in two chairs facing each other in the commen room were Erika and Hermione. Both girls were laughing. "Sorry, I'm not very good at pronouncing names." Erika confesed and they both laughed again. Hermione looked up and saw Ron and Harry standing there.
"Hey guys!" Hermione said and Erika slightly smiled. "Erika, this is Ron Weasley and...I guess you already know Harry's name.
"Hello Ron." Erika said. Ron just stared at her and rolled his eyes. Harry and him looked at each other and both muttered good nights and walked up into their dormitories. Hermione and Erika exchanged a glance. Suddenly, Erika stood up. "Well, I think I'm going to go for a walk. I'll talk to you later, Herm-oyne." She said and Hermione laughed again. Erika headed for the door and stepped out. The second she walked out, a hand stopped on her shoulder. She spun around and found herself face to face with Draco Malfoy.
"Hey." She said, smiling at him.
"Hey." He said, smiling back and they both leaned in and kissed each other.
The next morning the three friends walked down into the Great Hall together. Hermione was telling them about the conversation she had with Erika the night before.
"Guys, she's really nice she...just doesn't like Harry for some reason." She said.
"But why?" Ron questioned.
"She didn't say. But, do you know what I noticed?"
"What?" Harry asked as they opened the doors to the Great Hall.
"She has a scar on her neck...kind of like yours Harry."
"Lightening shaped?"
"Not really. It's not as distinctly shaped as yours."
"So, she's pretty much Harry." Ron inquired as the three friends sat down.
"Right," Hermione stated. "Erm...if Harry were American and a girl though. I'll have to ask Dumbledore about it." Ron and Harry nodded and slightly turned their heads toward the doors of the great hall as they opened.
In stepped Erika.
And Malfoy.
Holding hands.
Harry began choking on his pumpkin juice and Hermione started wacking his back.
"Oh my god! That girl was such a bitch!" Ron said as the three friends exited the Great Hall and set out for thir dormitory.
"Ron!" Hermione snapped.
What?"
"First of all, don't ever call a girl a bitch. Second of all, don't use that language!" She said smacking Ron on the back of the head.
"Ouch! But she used worse language then the word bitch!" Ron said in defense, earning another slap on the head from Hermione. "Herm! Stop that!"
"Okay, she wasn't nice, but think about it, okay? She just came here from a totally different country! She's right! The last thing she needs is everyone staring at her like she's an animal!" With that, Hermione stalked off for the Gryffindor house.
"God, what's her deal?" Ron said, throwing his hands up in frustration. "You didn't deserve her outburst Harry....Harry? Harry!" Ron shouted toward his best friend.
"Hmm..what?" Harry asked looking over at Ron. "Sorry."
"What are you thinking about anyway? You've been all distracted ever since Erika..." Ron trailed off and looked up sharply at Harry. "No."
"What?"
"You like her!"
"What? No I don't! I mean, she was so rude!" Harry said, but he could feel his hairline getting hot as his face turned a light crisom color. His thoughts started to wander again to Erika again. Ron just sighed and rolled his eyes.
Without even realizing, the two boys had reached the Gryffindor house. They approached the Fat Lady and absent-mindedly Harry muttered the password to it.
"Fliggy-Penny." The portrait swung open and both boys walked through it. As they approached the commen room, they could hear voices.
"Her-Moyne."
"Her-My-Oh-Knee."
"Her-My-Own-Knee." Sitting in two chairs facing each other in the commen room were Erika and Hermione. Both girls were laughing. "Sorry, I'm not very good at pronouncing names." Erika confesed and they both laughed again. Hermione looked up and saw Ron and Harry standing there.
"Hey guys!" Hermione said and Erika slightly smiled. "Erika, this is Ron Weasley and...I guess you already know Harry's name.
"Hello Ron." Erika said. Ron just stared at her and rolled his eyes. Harry and him looked at each other and both muttered good nights and walked up into their dormitories. Hermione and Erika exchanged a glance. Suddenly, Erika stood up. "Well, I think I'm going to go for a walk. I'll talk to you later, Herm-oyne." She said and Hermione laughed again. Erika headed for the door and stepped out. The second she walked out, a hand stopped on her shoulder. She spun around and found herself face to face with Draco Malfoy.
"Hey." She said, smiling at him.
"Hey." He said, smiling back and they both leaned in and kissed each other.
The next morning the three friends walked down into the Great Hall together. Hermione was telling them about the conversation she had with Erika the night before.
"Guys, she's really nice she...just doesn't like Harry for some reason." She said.
"But why?" Ron questioned.
"She didn't say. But, do you know what I noticed?"
"What?" Harry asked as they opened the doors to the Great Hall.
"She has a scar on her neck...kind of like yours Harry."
"Lightening shaped?"
"Not really. It's not as distinctly shaped as yours."
"So, she's pretty much Harry." Ron inquired as the three friends sat down.
"Right," Hermione stated. "Erm...if Harry were American and a girl though. I'll have to ask Dumbledore about it." Ron and Harry nodded and slightly turned their heads toward the doors of the great hall as they opened.
In stepped Erika.
And Malfoy.
Holding hands.
Harry began choking on his pumpkin juice and Hermione started wacking his back.