Chapter Three
Iris yawned and saw a furry black face staring at hers. She would have gotten scared if that face didn't belong to Iggy, the kitten.
Iris pulled the black robes out of her trunk. She had already made it the way she wanted it, so it looked more American than robes. With some magic that she had learned very quickly by reading, she made the bottom into low cut black hip hugger pants and an oriental shirt that had a huge hole in the middle (A/N: Ok, the hole was on purpose. I know a shirt like that and it is very cool.)
When Pansy saw her, she was yelling at her that she had to wear the school uniform. Iris yelled back that she WAS wearing the uniform, just in a different way.
Iris bounded down the stairs and waited for Draco and Ron. When the two came down the stairs, Iris grinned and they went to the Great Hall
When Iris sat down, the boys crowded her once again and Iris declared a new rule: The first boy to sit next to her at each meal is the only one who can stay by her while she eats.
Harry was the first to sit by her so he got to stay with Iris throughout breakfast
"Hello. I'm Harry Potter."
"I'm Iris."
"Go fuck yourself, Potty," said Draco rudely.
"I'm ALLOWED to stay here, Malfoy," Harry said icily.
"Hey, hey! Guys, no fights!" said Ron. "I want to eat breakfast today."
"Anyway," Harry said to Iris, "I deeply admire you and I was wondering if you would want to-"
At that moment, Dumbledore stood in front of the tables and silenced them.
"Due to some odd requests of students, we have two occurrences that are going to be happening. First, on Sunday, we are going to have a beauty contest for the females fifteen and older. It is going to be judged by the boys in those years. For those who would like to judge, apply by Friday, and same with those who would like to be in the contest. Second, due to even odder requests, we will have a fall dance. This will start at six o'clock Friday, November sixteenth. And you have that long to ask someone to go with you. Carry on eating now!"
Iris said goodbye to Harry and left the Great Hall with Ron, Draco, and Pansy before the guys would swarm around her or Ron.
Pansy said to Draco, "We need some dress robes. What color is yours going to be, so we can be color coordinated?"
"Pansy! I am fed up with you! Want to know the reason why I always ignore you? Because I hate you! You always expect me to be Draco the Slave instead of Draco the Real Person!"
Pansy ran off to the girls' bathrooms and began to cry.
"God, what a drama queen," said Iris.
Draco said, "Yeah and that girl was driving me crazy and she is so ugly, inside AND out.
"I agree!" said Iris and Ron in unison.
They continued on their way to Potions. "So Draco," Iris said, bringing up a conversation. "Your name means dragon doesn't it?" She knew some Latin and she figured Draco was a Latin word.
"Yeah, that's why I like it so much," he said.
"My name means powerful and mighty!" Ron said, trying to show off.
Iris gave Ron a thumb's up. "Cool," she said, and turned back to Draco. "My name means rainbow. The Greek goddess Iris was goddess of the rainbow and messenger to Hera."
"That's cool," Draco said. They continued on to Potions, and Ron glared at his friend Draco as he and Iris talked. They turned into the Potions classroom. Ron and Iris automatically sat next to each other, leaving Draco to either sit with Hermione (Neville, her usual partner, was in the hospital wing) or Pansy. He decided to sit next to Hermione, which caused Pansy to start crying silently again.
"Class," Snape said, "Today we will start making a Noctuoculus Potion. This potion, after consumed, will enable you to see in the dark, in black and white. This potion will take a week to brew, so don't think you'll get to use it right away. Get into groups of three, and start copying down the ingredients," he said, and pointed to a list written on the board. Draco came over to work with Ron and Iris. That left Pansy to work with Crabbe and Goyle. Draco smirked when he realized that Crabbe and Goyle would be of no help to her on the potion making.
Iris started copying down the ingredients and said, "Dragon scales! We get to use them for this potion!" She smiled and finished the list, and Snape told everyone the instructions. They were to heat a cauldron of water until it started to boil, and then add the dragon scales. Then they had to stir it until the dragon scales were completely dissolved. This took the whole period.
"Put your potions in the refrigerator room in the back to keep them cool overnight, they need to be chilled for tomorrow," Snape said, and dismissed the class. Ron hurried and put their cauldron away, and then met up with Iris and Draco. They walked to their next class, Defense Against the Dark Arts. As they entered, Draco pointed out a young man, about nineteen or twenty, who appeared to be the professor for that class.
"That's Professor Zarconalis," he said, pointing.
Iris observed the teacher, approving of him. He was, as it turned out, only eighteen, and he was quite the popular guy. If this man were a student in Hogwarts, he would get the award of "Most Liked Guy in School". The professor was tall, about 6"4, and had the expression that teachers only have their first year, of sheer delight of being with students. His hair was a dark brown black and his eyes were emeralds, similar to Harry Potter's.
The only problem with him was that he acted like more of a student, by flirting with girls and even every once in a while, kissing his favorites, instead of a professor.
Since Iris' clothes were quite revealing, it was a big turn on to the guys, especially Professor Zarconalis.
"What's up?" he said to her.
He sounded like honey, but Iris did not pay attention, since she was making a mental note never to where revealing clothing around this teacher, now that he was checkin' her out.
"You must be Professor Zarconalis," Iris said sweetly.
'And you must be my date to the fall dance,' thought Zarconalis.
"Oh, nothing is proper in here," he said. "You can call me Nick."
"All right, Nick," Ron practically snarled, even though Nick didn't seem to notice. "Maybe we should begin the lesson, as that's what this is about."
So Nick started to talk about how if you reproduce with a werewolf, the children don't always end up as humans. The only people in the room who didn't buy it were all of the boys and Iris. The rest nodded their heads dreamily and were probably thinking of him and a whipped cream encounter, just as Iris was thinking about Heath Ledger or Josh Hartnet with chocolate (A/N: Don't ask, I never think of Heath Ledger or Josh Hartnet that way, just something to give you 'oh so nice' mental images.)
After an odd class with Mr. Look-Down-Females'-Shirts-While-'Helping'- Them-With-Homework, Iris dragged Ron and Draco down the hall to Transfiguration to beat the crowd.
Unfortunately, the moment they reached the door, a flock of Gryffindors, well, flocked out of the room.
Parvati Patil was the first to attain Ron's attention.
"Hello, Ron," she said, flipping her hair twice and fluttering her eyelashes repetitively. "Hey, I want you to think about who you're going to the dance with…because I'm free."
She winked, smiled seductively, and swayed her hips as she walked away. Ron was watching her butt as Draco pulled him into the classroom.
Iris laughed and joined them after talking to Seamus.
"Hey babe," he had said, raking his hand through his hair.
"Umm, hi, Seamus," Iris looked at the ceiling, knowing what was coming.
"Do you want to go to the dance with me?"
Iris smiled pleasantly and answered, "I'll get back to you on that! Got to go, bye."
She slipped in the door and received a glare from Professor McGonagal for being late.
Iris pulled out a small notebook and added Seamus' name to the list of guys wanting to go to the dance with her. She glanced at all of the names from sixth year boys: Harry, Weasley (she called him what Draco did since she already knew a different Ron), Dean, Seamus, Justin, and MANY other sixth years. Her head turned toward the name on the list of Jake Simmons, a seventh year.
Jake was the hottest seventeen year old at Hogwarts. He had long black hair (long for me) covering his dark blue eyes and could never frown.
Her smiled faded as she turned slightly toward Draco who was sitting on the other side of Ron. Iris had many guys ask her to the fall dance, but the only one she wanted hadn't asked her.
After they had finished transfiguring a rat into a tiny teddy bear (Ron's still had pointy ears and whiskers), they went off to lunch.
"Hey, Iris," Draco said, picking up a roll and eating a huge chunk. "Why are you so good at magic? I mean, you do better than I do, even Hermione-Know-It-All, without years of schooling."
"I have no idea. All I know is that I feel inferior and vulnerable without my ring ever since I arrived here," Iris said, moving her ring so it caught the light.
The light reflected off of it and hit Harry in his eyes when he took off his glasses to clean them. He instantly looked up from his lunch and his gaze turned toward Draco. He was scowling and Draco was silently laughing.
Once Iris had enough Swiss chocolate and French bread (A/N: This is the BEST combo in the world!), the three went off to Herbology, which they had with the Ravenclaws. They walked across the grass, which was dying in the October weather, towards the Herbology greenhouses. They were working in Greenhouse 5, according to Draco. They reached the greenhouse where Professor Sprout was waiting.
"Don't enter yet until everyone else arrives. Greenhouse 5 can be dangerous," she warned. Iris, Ron, and Draco talked about miscellaneous things until all of the other Slytherins and the Ravenclaws got there. Sprout led them to the very back of the greenhouse, where five large pink plants were wilting. Sprout taught everyone the spell to make them regain their health, (Planta Sanitas) and they needed to get in groups of three or four to do the spell. Iris, Ron, and Draco grouped together and said the spell together to try and make the plant be un-wilted. They were supposed to say it with force, and say it at exactly the same time, or the plant wouldn't regain its health.
No group in the class managed to do it, so Sprout said they would be coming back to the greenhouse the next day to try again. The trio finished the rest of the day and went to relax in the common room. They sat there, silently, not talking to each other. Iris was writing something on a piece of parchment, Draco had nodded off in his chair, and Ron wasn't doing anything.
"I'll be right back," Iris said to Ron, and got up to go to the bathroom. Ron, of course, couldn't hold back his curiosity. He peeked over at Iris's paper. It said, 'People to go to the Dance With if Draco Doesn't Ask Me.' Ron's eyes opened a little wider. He read the list slowly. She had the names numbered, and in order of who she'd rather go with. It went like this: Jake, Harry, Seamus, Weasley, Dean, Justin. Ron didn't find his own name on the list. He saw Iris coming back though, so he leaned back to where he was. Pyris jumped into his lap just as Iris sat down on her side of the couch.
Ron looked at Pyris and frowned. His only wish at the moment was that he would be on that list, right before Jake. He was also surprised that Draco had not asked Iris to go to the dance.
Draco stumbled sleepily to his bed and collapsed in it. He thought about many things. His main thought was about asking Iris to the dance. He had already been with Iris when she had signed up to be in the beauty contest and he and Ron had signed up to judge. Draco had a feeling that Ron liked Iris as much as he did, so he decided that when Ron asked her, she would say yes to him. Draco came to the conclusion that he would not ask Iris to the dance.
Iris yawned and saw a furry black face staring at hers. She would have gotten scared if that face didn't belong to Iggy, the kitten.
Iris pulled the black robes out of her trunk. She had already made it the way she wanted it, so it looked more American than robes. With some magic that she had learned very quickly by reading, she made the bottom into low cut black hip hugger pants and an oriental shirt that had a huge hole in the middle (A/N: Ok, the hole was on purpose. I know a shirt like that and it is very cool.)
When Pansy saw her, she was yelling at her that she had to wear the school uniform. Iris yelled back that she WAS wearing the uniform, just in a different way.
Iris bounded down the stairs and waited for Draco and Ron. When the two came down the stairs, Iris grinned and they went to the Great Hall
When Iris sat down, the boys crowded her once again and Iris declared a new rule: The first boy to sit next to her at each meal is the only one who can stay by her while she eats.
Harry was the first to sit by her so he got to stay with Iris throughout breakfast
"Hello. I'm Harry Potter."
"I'm Iris."
"Go fuck yourself, Potty," said Draco rudely.
"I'm ALLOWED to stay here, Malfoy," Harry said icily.
"Hey, hey! Guys, no fights!" said Ron. "I want to eat breakfast today."
"Anyway," Harry said to Iris, "I deeply admire you and I was wondering if you would want to-"
At that moment, Dumbledore stood in front of the tables and silenced them.
"Due to some odd requests of students, we have two occurrences that are going to be happening. First, on Sunday, we are going to have a beauty contest for the females fifteen and older. It is going to be judged by the boys in those years. For those who would like to judge, apply by Friday, and same with those who would like to be in the contest. Second, due to even odder requests, we will have a fall dance. This will start at six o'clock Friday, November sixteenth. And you have that long to ask someone to go with you. Carry on eating now!"
Iris said goodbye to Harry and left the Great Hall with Ron, Draco, and Pansy before the guys would swarm around her or Ron.
Pansy said to Draco, "We need some dress robes. What color is yours going to be, so we can be color coordinated?"
"Pansy! I am fed up with you! Want to know the reason why I always ignore you? Because I hate you! You always expect me to be Draco the Slave instead of Draco the Real Person!"
Pansy ran off to the girls' bathrooms and began to cry.
"God, what a drama queen," said Iris.
Draco said, "Yeah and that girl was driving me crazy and she is so ugly, inside AND out.
"I agree!" said Iris and Ron in unison.
They continued on their way to Potions. "So Draco," Iris said, bringing up a conversation. "Your name means dragon doesn't it?" She knew some Latin and she figured Draco was a Latin word.
"Yeah, that's why I like it so much," he said.
"My name means powerful and mighty!" Ron said, trying to show off.
Iris gave Ron a thumb's up. "Cool," she said, and turned back to Draco. "My name means rainbow. The Greek goddess Iris was goddess of the rainbow and messenger to Hera."
"That's cool," Draco said. They continued on to Potions, and Ron glared at his friend Draco as he and Iris talked. They turned into the Potions classroom. Ron and Iris automatically sat next to each other, leaving Draco to either sit with Hermione (Neville, her usual partner, was in the hospital wing) or Pansy. He decided to sit next to Hermione, which caused Pansy to start crying silently again.
"Class," Snape said, "Today we will start making a Noctuoculus Potion. This potion, after consumed, will enable you to see in the dark, in black and white. This potion will take a week to brew, so don't think you'll get to use it right away. Get into groups of three, and start copying down the ingredients," he said, and pointed to a list written on the board. Draco came over to work with Ron and Iris. That left Pansy to work with Crabbe and Goyle. Draco smirked when he realized that Crabbe and Goyle would be of no help to her on the potion making.
Iris started copying down the ingredients and said, "Dragon scales! We get to use them for this potion!" She smiled and finished the list, and Snape told everyone the instructions. They were to heat a cauldron of water until it started to boil, and then add the dragon scales. Then they had to stir it until the dragon scales were completely dissolved. This took the whole period.
"Put your potions in the refrigerator room in the back to keep them cool overnight, they need to be chilled for tomorrow," Snape said, and dismissed the class. Ron hurried and put their cauldron away, and then met up with Iris and Draco. They walked to their next class, Defense Against the Dark Arts. As they entered, Draco pointed out a young man, about nineteen or twenty, who appeared to be the professor for that class.
"That's Professor Zarconalis," he said, pointing.
Iris observed the teacher, approving of him. He was, as it turned out, only eighteen, and he was quite the popular guy. If this man were a student in Hogwarts, he would get the award of "Most Liked Guy in School". The professor was tall, about 6"4, and had the expression that teachers only have their first year, of sheer delight of being with students. His hair was a dark brown black and his eyes were emeralds, similar to Harry Potter's.
The only problem with him was that he acted like more of a student, by flirting with girls and even every once in a while, kissing his favorites, instead of a professor.
Since Iris' clothes were quite revealing, it was a big turn on to the guys, especially Professor Zarconalis.
"What's up?" he said to her.
He sounded like honey, but Iris did not pay attention, since she was making a mental note never to where revealing clothing around this teacher, now that he was checkin' her out.
"You must be Professor Zarconalis," Iris said sweetly.
'And you must be my date to the fall dance,' thought Zarconalis.
"Oh, nothing is proper in here," he said. "You can call me Nick."
"All right, Nick," Ron practically snarled, even though Nick didn't seem to notice. "Maybe we should begin the lesson, as that's what this is about."
So Nick started to talk about how if you reproduce with a werewolf, the children don't always end up as humans. The only people in the room who didn't buy it were all of the boys and Iris. The rest nodded their heads dreamily and were probably thinking of him and a whipped cream encounter, just as Iris was thinking about Heath Ledger or Josh Hartnet with chocolate (A/N: Don't ask, I never think of Heath Ledger or Josh Hartnet that way, just something to give you 'oh so nice' mental images.)
After an odd class with Mr. Look-Down-Females'-Shirts-While-'Helping'- Them-With-Homework, Iris dragged Ron and Draco down the hall to Transfiguration to beat the crowd.
Unfortunately, the moment they reached the door, a flock of Gryffindors, well, flocked out of the room.
Parvati Patil was the first to attain Ron's attention.
"Hello, Ron," she said, flipping her hair twice and fluttering her eyelashes repetitively. "Hey, I want you to think about who you're going to the dance with…because I'm free."
She winked, smiled seductively, and swayed her hips as she walked away. Ron was watching her butt as Draco pulled him into the classroom.
Iris laughed and joined them after talking to Seamus.
"Hey babe," he had said, raking his hand through his hair.
"Umm, hi, Seamus," Iris looked at the ceiling, knowing what was coming.
"Do you want to go to the dance with me?"
Iris smiled pleasantly and answered, "I'll get back to you on that! Got to go, bye."
She slipped in the door and received a glare from Professor McGonagal for being late.
Iris pulled out a small notebook and added Seamus' name to the list of guys wanting to go to the dance with her. She glanced at all of the names from sixth year boys: Harry, Weasley (she called him what Draco did since she already knew a different Ron), Dean, Seamus, Justin, and MANY other sixth years. Her head turned toward the name on the list of Jake Simmons, a seventh year.
Jake was the hottest seventeen year old at Hogwarts. He had long black hair (long for me) covering his dark blue eyes and could never frown.
Her smiled faded as she turned slightly toward Draco who was sitting on the other side of Ron. Iris had many guys ask her to the fall dance, but the only one she wanted hadn't asked her.
After they had finished transfiguring a rat into a tiny teddy bear (Ron's still had pointy ears and whiskers), they went off to lunch.
"Hey, Iris," Draco said, picking up a roll and eating a huge chunk. "Why are you so good at magic? I mean, you do better than I do, even Hermione-Know-It-All, without years of schooling."
"I have no idea. All I know is that I feel inferior and vulnerable without my ring ever since I arrived here," Iris said, moving her ring so it caught the light.
The light reflected off of it and hit Harry in his eyes when he took off his glasses to clean them. He instantly looked up from his lunch and his gaze turned toward Draco. He was scowling and Draco was silently laughing.
Once Iris had enough Swiss chocolate and French bread (A/N: This is the BEST combo in the world!), the three went off to Herbology, which they had with the Ravenclaws. They walked across the grass, which was dying in the October weather, towards the Herbology greenhouses. They were working in Greenhouse 5, according to Draco. They reached the greenhouse where Professor Sprout was waiting.
"Don't enter yet until everyone else arrives. Greenhouse 5 can be dangerous," she warned. Iris, Ron, and Draco talked about miscellaneous things until all of the other Slytherins and the Ravenclaws got there. Sprout led them to the very back of the greenhouse, where five large pink plants were wilting. Sprout taught everyone the spell to make them regain their health, (Planta Sanitas) and they needed to get in groups of three or four to do the spell. Iris, Ron, and Draco grouped together and said the spell together to try and make the plant be un-wilted. They were supposed to say it with force, and say it at exactly the same time, or the plant wouldn't regain its health.
No group in the class managed to do it, so Sprout said they would be coming back to the greenhouse the next day to try again. The trio finished the rest of the day and went to relax in the common room. They sat there, silently, not talking to each other. Iris was writing something on a piece of parchment, Draco had nodded off in his chair, and Ron wasn't doing anything.
"I'll be right back," Iris said to Ron, and got up to go to the bathroom. Ron, of course, couldn't hold back his curiosity. He peeked over at Iris's paper. It said, 'People to go to the Dance With if Draco Doesn't Ask Me.' Ron's eyes opened a little wider. He read the list slowly. She had the names numbered, and in order of who she'd rather go with. It went like this: Jake, Harry, Seamus, Weasley, Dean, Justin. Ron didn't find his own name on the list. He saw Iris coming back though, so he leaned back to where he was. Pyris jumped into his lap just as Iris sat down on her side of the couch.
Ron looked at Pyris and frowned. His only wish at the moment was that he would be on that list, right before Jake. He was also surprised that Draco had not asked Iris to go to the dance.
Draco stumbled sleepily to his bed and collapsed in it. He thought about many things. His main thought was about asking Iris to the dance. He had already been with Iris when she had signed up to be in the beauty contest and he and Ron had signed up to judge. Draco had a feeling that Ron liked Iris as much as he did, so he decided that when Ron asked her, she would say yes to him. Draco came to the conclusion that he would not ask Iris to the dance.