Blurry
Chapter four
By WeasleyLover2
Ok, you all know I don't own the characters, the places, the things, or the terms, but I do own the plot and the things I make the characters do. This is a new twist. Tuns of fluff, 'Between who?' You ask. Well, this is a Harry/Lavender story. Hope you enjoy. I have parts of the song, "Blurry" by Puddle of Mudd in this chapter. I don't own that either. Enjoy!!!
After dinner Harry went to the Common room and sat down at a table in a corner. Most people took the more than half an hour to eat so the Common room was deserted. He got his bag and started to take out his wand and such when Lavender came in.
"Hi Harry!" she greeted him cheerfully. "Just let me go get my stuff," and she hurried away up the girl staircase.
Harry continued to take out his things. He had started to re-read his essay when Lavender came back downstairs.
"Well, hello." Harry said, smiling. "Fancy seeing you here."
Lavender rolled her eyes and smiled. "I wonder why."
Harry grinned. "Well, ready to get started?"
"Yeah," Lavender replied as she sat down next to him. She got out her parchment, quill, ink, and her wand. Then she pulled out a daisy. That's what they were transforming. They were turning the daisy into a bluebird.
"Alright, first let's get the essay done. That'll get the easy part out of the way." Harry told her.
"I got most of it done yesterday," Lavender told him as she pulled the parchment towards them.
"Well, alright. Let me read it then." She handed the paper to him. He read it, then handed it to her and said: "This is pretty good. This should help you finish it." While he said that he pulled a library book out of his bag. Hermione had told him to use it for his essay, and it had turned out to be very useful.
"Alright," Lavender replied as she took the book.
"The pages are marked," he told her and pointed to the red ribbon sticking out of it.
She opened the book and started to work. Harry watched her contently. He had started to make a habit out of it. He loved the way she looked when she was concentrating. The way she gazed fiercely at the assignment or text, or the way she looked when she understood it perfectly. Her eyes would fill with amusement at the stupidity of the textbook. She worked with her fierce gaze at the book and her parchment for about ten minutes, and then said. "Harry?"
"Yeah?" he asked her, his train of thought broken for the time being.
"Where'd you get this ribbon? A girl's?" she had amusement in her voice and she was smiling mischievously at him.
He rolled his eyes and smiled. "Yeah, it's from a girl. Ron stole it from Ginny in one of the fights they had. That's the only thing we had at the time to mark the page."
'So he likes Ginny,' Lavender thought. She grinned. "Are you sure that's how you got it?" she asked giggling.
"Yes!" Harry told her firmly. He knew she was just teasing, but he didn't want her to get the wrong idea.
"Alright." She said, still smiling. "Just wondering." She went back to work.
After a few minutes she declared she was done. Harry read over it for her. "It's great, you'll probably get an A plus." He told her smiling.
"Thanks," she put it away and sighed.
"Wanna' take a breather?" he asked her.
"Sure, that'd be great." She told him thankfully. She sat back in her chair. "So, what's new in your life?"
Harry reclined in his chair and threw his feet up on the table. "Well," he thought for a moment. "I've figured out that Cho Chang is a slut, and I can't figure out why I liked her in fourth year."
Lavender seemed surprised. "You don't like her anymore?"
"Nope."
Lavender smiled slightly. "She is a slut. I'm glad you figured that out, I was worried you were going to get hurt."
Harry smiled. "You were worried about me?"
"Well, sure. Why wouldn't I be?"
"I dunno. I just thought that Hermione and Ron were the only one's who really cared."
Lavender was shocked. "You really think that? Well, I can't talk for anyone else, but I've always cared." She told him sweetly.
Harry blushed. "Really?"
"Yeah, why shouldn't I be?"
Harry shook his head. After a minute he said, "So, that's pretty much all for me. So; what about you? How's your life?"
Lavender snorted. "How's my life? Well, I can tell you, it's pretty sucky."
This time it was Harry's turn to be surprised. "It can't be as bad as you think it is." He told her.
"Sure, whatever you say Harry."
"I'm serious. What's so wrong that makes you say that?"
She looked at him, and decided to tell him, at least some of it anyway. She couldn't help but trust him. "Everything's so blurry. And everything's so fake. No one cares about the things that are really important. Everyone's wrapped up in gossip, clothes, make-up, and who's going out with who. Nobody cares what you feel inside, or what you really think. Nobody does, nobody."
"Of coarse they do," Harry said gently.
Lavender looked him in the eyes. "No they don't. You wouldn't know Harry, you really wouldn't. You don't sit with your so-called friends everyday, listening to their mindless chatter about clothes and all their useless gossip. They criticize, and don't care who's or what feelings are hurt. Everybody's changing, and everything is so messed up."
Harry was flabbergasted. He never knew, and he told her so. "I never knew…"
"Nobody does," Lavender interjected. "Everyone thinks we're all best friends, that we care about each other and that we enjoy our status as the gossipy and material obsessed ones. But we're ranked, somewhat." She sighed and continued. "Pavarti's the leader. Seamus is just there. Blaise is the unpredictable one. Pansy is the second in command, side-by-side with Pavarti. And Malfoy is the player." She paused for a breath and went on. "Everyone thinks that Pavarti and I are best friends and guide our other friends, but it's really Pavarti and Pansy who are so close. And they tell us what to do, it's like a tyranny, everybody listens to them, but sometimes have some say in things. I'm not really anything. I just sit there and act like I care. I just sit there cause there's nowhere else to go. If I left, they'd make fun of me. I'd be an outcast, cause once you leave, you can't go back."
Harry was getting kinda' mad. How could they really be like that and nobody know? How could they treat Lavender like that? "Well, you come sit with us," he told her.
Lavender looked up at him. She cocked her head to one side, and said, "Are you sure?"
Harry smiled slightly. "Of coarse!"
Lavender smiled faintly. "Alright, but this'll cause some trouble."
"Oh the hell with them," Harry told her. "You sit with us, you hear?"
"Alright, alright," Lavender said laughing softly.
Harry smiled at her. Just then the portrait hole swung open and in walked a group of Gryffindors, including Pavarti and Seamus.
"Hey girl!" Pavarti yelled as she walked over to them.
"Oh, god," Lavender muttered under her breath, but Harry heard it clear as day.
"Where've you been?" Pavarti asked Lavender.
"I've been up here with Harry, he's helping me with my Transfiguration homework," Lavender told her simple.
Pavarti raised her eyebrows. "Oh, really. It sure doesn't look like your working," she glanced at the relaxed way Lavender was still sitting and Harry's legs up on the table.
Harry jumped in. "We were just taking a break. We were just going to start again, but you came over," he said, adding a little venom to the last part.
Lavender nodded her head in agreement and sat back up again. Harry continued, "so, if you'd excuse us…" he said as he put his feet back down on the floor and giving Pavarti a meaningful look.
She just scowled at them and stalked away.
"Thanks Harry," Lavender said as she sighed with relief.
"No problem," he told her. "I guess we'd better get back to work."
"Alright," she said, as she picked up her wand.
"Now the wand movement is fairly easy, just the timing is essential," Harry started as Lavender looked at him. "You just have to swish up, flick to the right, and then swish back down again." He showed her. "Now try it, just the movement."
"Alright. Just show me one more time."
Harry waved his wand around again.
"Ok, I think I got it." Lavender swished and flicked and swished again. She looked at Harry for the verdict.
"Well, that was good," he started, "but you flicked too much to the right. Try again."
She tried again.
"Too little," he said simply.
Lavender sighed and tried again.
"Still, too little." Harry told her. "Here, let me help." He said as he took her hand in his. Once contact was made, he felt a shock of electricity and his heart began to race. He gulped, regained his composure and swished and flicked his hand so hers did too. Her hand was warm and soft, he didn't want to let go, but after he repeated the exercise twice he let go and said, "Now, you try."
Lavender nodded and swished and flicked and swished again. She looked over to Harry tentatively.
"Perfect!" he exclaimed. Lavender beamed. "Now, let's add the words," he added as he pulled the daisy towards them.
"Alright, daisigustus morphid. Right?" she asked.
"Yup, now try it."
"Daisigustus Morphid!" Lavender exclaimed as she swished, flicked, and swished her wand again. There was a little *pop* and there, sitting on the table was a cute little bluebird. "Oh! How cute!" Lavender exclaimed.
"You did it!" Harry said excitedly.
"I did! I did it!" Lavender said grinning broadly. The bird started to chirp. Lavender scooped it up in her hands. "This is so cool! I never thought I'd do it. Thanks Harry," she said and smiled at him. "I owe you."
Harry smiled back. "No problem."
Just then Hermione walked over to them. "What are you guys so excited about?" she asked.
Lavender opened her cupped hands to reveal the bluebird.
"Oh! How cute! So you got it down then?"
"Yup, thanks to Harry." Lavender replied. Hermione grinned at him. "Well, you guys, hate to ruin the party, but it's seven. Time for practice Harry, you'd better hurry so you're not late."
Harry jumped up from his chair. "Oh, geeze. I've got to go!" and he hurried up stairs to get his stuff. He came racing down again, carrying his broom. "Bye!" he called as he left threw the portrait hole.
Whoa! That was a long one!! But it's good, right? Review and tell me what you think!!! Later!
Chapter four
By WeasleyLover2
Ok, you all know I don't own the characters, the places, the things, or the terms, but I do own the plot and the things I make the characters do. This is a new twist. Tuns of fluff, 'Between who?' You ask. Well, this is a Harry/Lavender story. Hope you enjoy. I have parts of the song, "Blurry" by Puddle of Mudd in this chapter. I don't own that either. Enjoy!!!
After dinner Harry went to the Common room and sat down at a table in a corner. Most people took the more than half an hour to eat so the Common room was deserted. He got his bag and started to take out his wand and such when Lavender came in.
"Hi Harry!" she greeted him cheerfully. "Just let me go get my stuff," and she hurried away up the girl staircase.
Harry continued to take out his things. He had started to re-read his essay when Lavender came back downstairs.
"Well, hello." Harry said, smiling. "Fancy seeing you here."
Lavender rolled her eyes and smiled. "I wonder why."
Harry grinned. "Well, ready to get started?"
"Yeah," Lavender replied as she sat down next to him. She got out her parchment, quill, ink, and her wand. Then she pulled out a daisy. That's what they were transforming. They were turning the daisy into a bluebird.
"Alright, first let's get the essay done. That'll get the easy part out of the way." Harry told her.
"I got most of it done yesterday," Lavender told him as she pulled the parchment towards them.
"Well, alright. Let me read it then." She handed the paper to him. He read it, then handed it to her and said: "This is pretty good. This should help you finish it." While he said that he pulled a library book out of his bag. Hermione had told him to use it for his essay, and it had turned out to be very useful.
"Alright," Lavender replied as she took the book.
"The pages are marked," he told her and pointed to the red ribbon sticking out of it.
She opened the book and started to work. Harry watched her contently. He had started to make a habit out of it. He loved the way she looked when she was concentrating. The way she gazed fiercely at the assignment or text, or the way she looked when she understood it perfectly. Her eyes would fill with amusement at the stupidity of the textbook. She worked with her fierce gaze at the book and her parchment for about ten minutes, and then said. "Harry?"
"Yeah?" he asked her, his train of thought broken for the time being.
"Where'd you get this ribbon? A girl's?" she had amusement in her voice and she was smiling mischievously at him.
He rolled his eyes and smiled. "Yeah, it's from a girl. Ron stole it from Ginny in one of the fights they had. That's the only thing we had at the time to mark the page."
'So he likes Ginny,' Lavender thought. She grinned. "Are you sure that's how you got it?" she asked giggling.
"Yes!" Harry told her firmly. He knew she was just teasing, but he didn't want her to get the wrong idea.
"Alright." She said, still smiling. "Just wondering." She went back to work.
After a few minutes she declared she was done. Harry read over it for her. "It's great, you'll probably get an A plus." He told her smiling.
"Thanks," she put it away and sighed.
"Wanna' take a breather?" he asked her.
"Sure, that'd be great." She told him thankfully. She sat back in her chair. "So, what's new in your life?"
Harry reclined in his chair and threw his feet up on the table. "Well," he thought for a moment. "I've figured out that Cho Chang is a slut, and I can't figure out why I liked her in fourth year."
Lavender seemed surprised. "You don't like her anymore?"
"Nope."
Lavender smiled slightly. "She is a slut. I'm glad you figured that out, I was worried you were going to get hurt."
Harry smiled. "You were worried about me?"
"Well, sure. Why wouldn't I be?"
"I dunno. I just thought that Hermione and Ron were the only one's who really cared."
Lavender was shocked. "You really think that? Well, I can't talk for anyone else, but I've always cared." She told him sweetly.
Harry blushed. "Really?"
"Yeah, why shouldn't I be?"
Harry shook his head. After a minute he said, "So, that's pretty much all for me. So; what about you? How's your life?"
Lavender snorted. "How's my life? Well, I can tell you, it's pretty sucky."
This time it was Harry's turn to be surprised. "It can't be as bad as you think it is." He told her.
"Sure, whatever you say Harry."
"I'm serious. What's so wrong that makes you say that?"
She looked at him, and decided to tell him, at least some of it anyway. She couldn't help but trust him. "Everything's so blurry. And everything's so fake. No one cares about the things that are really important. Everyone's wrapped up in gossip, clothes, make-up, and who's going out with who. Nobody cares what you feel inside, or what you really think. Nobody does, nobody."
"Of coarse they do," Harry said gently.
Lavender looked him in the eyes. "No they don't. You wouldn't know Harry, you really wouldn't. You don't sit with your so-called friends everyday, listening to their mindless chatter about clothes and all their useless gossip. They criticize, and don't care who's or what feelings are hurt. Everybody's changing, and everything is so messed up."
Harry was flabbergasted. He never knew, and he told her so. "I never knew…"
"Nobody does," Lavender interjected. "Everyone thinks we're all best friends, that we care about each other and that we enjoy our status as the gossipy and material obsessed ones. But we're ranked, somewhat." She sighed and continued. "Pavarti's the leader. Seamus is just there. Blaise is the unpredictable one. Pansy is the second in command, side-by-side with Pavarti. And Malfoy is the player." She paused for a breath and went on. "Everyone thinks that Pavarti and I are best friends and guide our other friends, but it's really Pavarti and Pansy who are so close. And they tell us what to do, it's like a tyranny, everybody listens to them, but sometimes have some say in things. I'm not really anything. I just sit there and act like I care. I just sit there cause there's nowhere else to go. If I left, they'd make fun of me. I'd be an outcast, cause once you leave, you can't go back."
Harry was getting kinda' mad. How could they really be like that and nobody know? How could they treat Lavender like that? "Well, you come sit with us," he told her.
Lavender looked up at him. She cocked her head to one side, and said, "Are you sure?"
Harry smiled slightly. "Of coarse!"
Lavender smiled faintly. "Alright, but this'll cause some trouble."
"Oh the hell with them," Harry told her. "You sit with us, you hear?"
"Alright, alright," Lavender said laughing softly.
Harry smiled at her. Just then the portrait hole swung open and in walked a group of Gryffindors, including Pavarti and Seamus.
"Hey girl!" Pavarti yelled as she walked over to them.
"Oh, god," Lavender muttered under her breath, but Harry heard it clear as day.
"Where've you been?" Pavarti asked Lavender.
"I've been up here with Harry, he's helping me with my Transfiguration homework," Lavender told her simple.
Pavarti raised her eyebrows. "Oh, really. It sure doesn't look like your working," she glanced at the relaxed way Lavender was still sitting and Harry's legs up on the table.
Harry jumped in. "We were just taking a break. We were just going to start again, but you came over," he said, adding a little venom to the last part.
Lavender nodded her head in agreement and sat back up again. Harry continued, "so, if you'd excuse us…" he said as he put his feet back down on the floor and giving Pavarti a meaningful look.
She just scowled at them and stalked away.
"Thanks Harry," Lavender said as she sighed with relief.
"No problem," he told her. "I guess we'd better get back to work."
"Alright," she said, as she picked up her wand.
"Now the wand movement is fairly easy, just the timing is essential," Harry started as Lavender looked at him. "You just have to swish up, flick to the right, and then swish back down again." He showed her. "Now try it, just the movement."
"Alright. Just show me one more time."
Harry waved his wand around again.
"Ok, I think I got it." Lavender swished and flicked and swished again. She looked at Harry for the verdict.
"Well, that was good," he started, "but you flicked too much to the right. Try again."
She tried again.
"Too little," he said simply.
Lavender sighed and tried again.
"Still, too little." Harry told her. "Here, let me help." He said as he took her hand in his. Once contact was made, he felt a shock of electricity and his heart began to race. He gulped, regained his composure and swished and flicked his hand so hers did too. Her hand was warm and soft, he didn't want to let go, but after he repeated the exercise twice he let go and said, "Now, you try."
Lavender nodded and swished and flicked and swished again. She looked over to Harry tentatively.
"Perfect!" he exclaimed. Lavender beamed. "Now, let's add the words," he added as he pulled the daisy towards them.
"Alright, daisigustus morphid. Right?" she asked.
"Yup, now try it."
"Daisigustus Morphid!" Lavender exclaimed as she swished, flicked, and swished her wand again. There was a little *pop* and there, sitting on the table was a cute little bluebird. "Oh! How cute!" Lavender exclaimed.
"You did it!" Harry said excitedly.
"I did! I did it!" Lavender said grinning broadly. The bird started to chirp. Lavender scooped it up in her hands. "This is so cool! I never thought I'd do it. Thanks Harry," she said and smiled at him. "I owe you."
Harry smiled back. "No problem."
Just then Hermione walked over to them. "What are you guys so excited about?" she asked.
Lavender opened her cupped hands to reveal the bluebird.
"Oh! How cute! So you got it down then?"
"Yup, thanks to Harry." Lavender replied. Hermione grinned at him. "Well, you guys, hate to ruin the party, but it's seven. Time for practice Harry, you'd better hurry so you're not late."
Harry jumped up from his chair. "Oh, geeze. I've got to go!" and he hurried up stairs to get his stuff. He came racing down again, carrying his broom. "Bye!" he called as he left threw the portrait hole.
Whoa! That was a long one!! But it's good, right? Review and tell me what you think!!! Later!