I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SOOOO LONG!!!! But it's here!
Oh and A/N to iamawriternotafighter: I didn't say when Hermione OR Neville finished their potions…I only said that Scarlett finished before Hermione. AND Hermione had her hair UP at the yule ball, not curly, or down.
At the end of the day the four headed back to the common room. They sat down in the same armchairs as before, Ron on the floor again. Pretty soon Harry and Scarlett had engaged themselves in a conversation about Quidditch, with Ron jumping in here and there. Hermione was reading a book entitled "Late Bloomers of Society". All of a sudden Fred's head popped out from behind Scarlett's armchair.
"Hello there, Scarlett," he said.
"We've got a question for you," George said, popping his head out on the other side.
"Alright, what is it?" Scarlett said, grinning at them.
"George here thinks he's the dashing one," Fred said, eyeing George with feigned hostility.
"And Fred thinks it's him," George said, returning the hostile glance.
"We'd like to know," Fred said.
"Which one really is?" George finished. Scarlett giggled.
"Well, if you'd really like my opinion," she said. Fred and George nodded their heads. "I think you're equally dashing. Both of you."
"Thanks Scarlett!" Fred beamed.
"We owe you one!" George said, and they walked off with their arms around each other.
"How'd you manage that one?" Ron asked.
"What do you mean?" Scarlett asked, tilting her head to the side.
"No one can ever settle their little 'disputes'," Hermione said, putting her book down. Everyone jumped. "Scared you, did I?" she asked. "Sorry."
"Hermione, are you feeling okay?" Harry asked with concern.
"I'm fine, why?" Hermione gave him a look.
"Well, you've been seeming rather…" Harry didn't know what to say.
"Out of sorts today," Ron finished. Hermione gave him a hostile look.
"I'm perfectly fine, thank you! Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to bed, because I'm TIRED!" she stormed up the stairs angrily.
"I wonder what's wrong?" Harry said. Scarlett reached over for her book.
"She was reading about diuturnities," she said mildly, flipping through the pages. "Well, bed sounds like a good idea, it's getting late you know."
She stretched and headed up the stairs.
"She's so…perfect," Harry said.
"I know, but she has to have some flaw," Ron said. "Then again, if she doesn't, it's fine by me."
They laughed and went up the stairs.
Once Scarlett started getting into her bed Hermione sat up in her own. Scarlett looked at her.
"Scarlett, I've got a question for you," Hermione said. "I've been thinking about it all day, and – oh please don't get mad – but, are you part veela?"
Scarlett giggled. Hermione raised her eyebrows.
"Are you?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, Hermione, I am," Scarlett said.
"Thanks, Scarlett," Hermione said, pulling up the covers and rolling over. Scarlett shook her head and got into bed.
The next morning at breakfast Harry and Ron walked into the Great Hall and sat down by Scarlett.
"Where's Hermione?" Ron asked.
"I think she's in the library," Scarlett said, before biting into an apple.
"We don't even have homework yet," Harry said, looking at Ron with confusion. Ron returned his look.
"I think she's researching veela," Scarlett said in between bites.
"VEELA?!" Harry and Ron said in unison.
"Don't yell!" Scarlett said. "Why's that so surprising?"
"I don't know, it just doesn't seem like Hermione," Harry said.
"Maybe she thinks there's some way she can become one," Ron said, laughing.
"Ron, don't be dense, Hermione wouldn't want to become a veela," Harry said.
"Why not?" Scarlett asked, looking almost concerned.
"You should have seen how disgusted she was with them at the World Cup last year," Harry said.
"You were at the World Cup?" Scarlett said excitedly.
"My dad got us tickets," Ron beamed.
"Wasn't it wonderful?" Scarlett said. "My sister liked watching the players' faces more than the game, I think."
"What do you mean?" Ron asked.
"She's engaged to one of the Irish players," Scarlett said.
"Scarlett, how many sisters do you have?" Harry asked.
"Four," she replied. "Amanda is the one who ran off with the Malfoy once we disowned her, then Mary is the one engaged to an Irish player. And Susan and Charlotte are younger than me, they go to BeauxBatons."
"Then why'd you come to Hogwarts?" Ron asked.
"I don't like BeauxBatons," Scarlett said. "I have bad memories of visiting there. Plus, I'm grandfather's favorite granddaughter."
Harry and Ron dropped the subject. Scarlett looked toward the entrance of the room, craning her neck.
"Who's that with Hermione?" she asked. Harry and Ron followed Scarlett's gaze. Hermione was walking in the door with…OLIVER WOOD! He was tall and tan, and his dark hair fell around his face. Scarlett giggled.
"That's Wood!" Harry said excitedly. "I wonder what he's doing here?"
"That IS Oliver Wood!" Scarlett said, her eyes bugging out of her head. "Why IS he here?"
"Why are you excited?" Ron asked, looking at Scarlett.
"He spent the summer with my dad, training," Scarlett said.
"Your dad's the coach for Puddlemere United?" Harry asked. Scarlett nodded before quickly getting up and running over to Oliver.
"Oliver!" she exclaimed as she reached him and Hermione. She squealed and gave him a hug. Hermione gave Scarlett an odd look. The rest of the school was following suit. They wondered how Scarlett knew Oliver Wood.
"How are you?" she asked him excitedly.
"I'm good, Scarlett," Oliver said, aware that all eyes were on him and Scarlett. "Why don't we keep walking?" So they started walking toward the staff tables and Hermione just stood there. After a moment she walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down with Harry and Ron.
"Alright," Scarlett said. "So why are you here?"
"I'm the temporary flying instructor," he said. "Madam Hooch retired, you know." Scarlett suddenly looked worried.
"You weren't…fired, were you?" she asked.
"No, not at all," he said. Scarlett relaxed. "Your dad just said I needed a little break, that's all."
"It's great that you'll be here!" Scarlett said. They had reached the staff table.
"Welcome back, Mr. Wood," Dumbledore said with a kind grin on his face. "Or shall I say, Professor Wood."
"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore," Oliver said. Scarlett smiled.
What do you think? PLEASE R/R!!!!
Oh and A/N to iamawriternotafighter: I didn't say when Hermione OR Neville finished their potions…I only said that Scarlett finished before Hermione. AND Hermione had her hair UP at the yule ball, not curly, or down.
At the end of the day the four headed back to the common room. They sat down in the same armchairs as before, Ron on the floor again. Pretty soon Harry and Scarlett had engaged themselves in a conversation about Quidditch, with Ron jumping in here and there. Hermione was reading a book entitled "Late Bloomers of Society". All of a sudden Fred's head popped out from behind Scarlett's armchair.
"Hello there, Scarlett," he said.
"We've got a question for you," George said, popping his head out on the other side.
"Alright, what is it?" Scarlett said, grinning at them.
"George here thinks he's the dashing one," Fred said, eyeing George with feigned hostility.
"And Fred thinks it's him," George said, returning the hostile glance.
"We'd like to know," Fred said.
"Which one really is?" George finished. Scarlett giggled.
"Well, if you'd really like my opinion," she said. Fred and George nodded their heads. "I think you're equally dashing. Both of you."
"Thanks Scarlett!" Fred beamed.
"We owe you one!" George said, and they walked off with their arms around each other.
"How'd you manage that one?" Ron asked.
"What do you mean?" Scarlett asked, tilting her head to the side.
"No one can ever settle their little 'disputes'," Hermione said, putting her book down. Everyone jumped. "Scared you, did I?" she asked. "Sorry."
"Hermione, are you feeling okay?" Harry asked with concern.
"I'm fine, why?" Hermione gave him a look.
"Well, you've been seeming rather…" Harry didn't know what to say.
"Out of sorts today," Ron finished. Hermione gave him a hostile look.
"I'm perfectly fine, thank you! Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to bed, because I'm TIRED!" she stormed up the stairs angrily.
"I wonder what's wrong?" Harry said. Scarlett reached over for her book.
"She was reading about diuturnities," she said mildly, flipping through the pages. "Well, bed sounds like a good idea, it's getting late you know."
She stretched and headed up the stairs.
"She's so…perfect," Harry said.
"I know, but she has to have some flaw," Ron said. "Then again, if she doesn't, it's fine by me."
They laughed and went up the stairs.
Once Scarlett started getting into her bed Hermione sat up in her own. Scarlett looked at her.
"Scarlett, I've got a question for you," Hermione said. "I've been thinking about it all day, and – oh please don't get mad – but, are you part veela?"
Scarlett giggled. Hermione raised her eyebrows.
"Are you?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, Hermione, I am," Scarlett said.
"Thanks, Scarlett," Hermione said, pulling up the covers and rolling over. Scarlett shook her head and got into bed.
The next morning at breakfast Harry and Ron walked into the Great Hall and sat down by Scarlett.
"Where's Hermione?" Ron asked.
"I think she's in the library," Scarlett said, before biting into an apple.
"We don't even have homework yet," Harry said, looking at Ron with confusion. Ron returned his look.
"I think she's researching veela," Scarlett said in between bites.
"VEELA?!" Harry and Ron said in unison.
"Don't yell!" Scarlett said. "Why's that so surprising?"
"I don't know, it just doesn't seem like Hermione," Harry said.
"Maybe she thinks there's some way she can become one," Ron said, laughing.
"Ron, don't be dense, Hermione wouldn't want to become a veela," Harry said.
"Why not?" Scarlett asked, looking almost concerned.
"You should have seen how disgusted she was with them at the World Cup last year," Harry said.
"You were at the World Cup?" Scarlett said excitedly.
"My dad got us tickets," Ron beamed.
"Wasn't it wonderful?" Scarlett said. "My sister liked watching the players' faces more than the game, I think."
"What do you mean?" Ron asked.
"She's engaged to one of the Irish players," Scarlett said.
"Scarlett, how many sisters do you have?" Harry asked.
"Four," she replied. "Amanda is the one who ran off with the Malfoy once we disowned her, then Mary is the one engaged to an Irish player. And Susan and Charlotte are younger than me, they go to BeauxBatons."
"Then why'd you come to Hogwarts?" Ron asked.
"I don't like BeauxBatons," Scarlett said. "I have bad memories of visiting there. Plus, I'm grandfather's favorite granddaughter."
Harry and Ron dropped the subject. Scarlett looked toward the entrance of the room, craning her neck.
"Who's that with Hermione?" she asked. Harry and Ron followed Scarlett's gaze. Hermione was walking in the door with…OLIVER WOOD! He was tall and tan, and his dark hair fell around his face. Scarlett giggled.
"That's Wood!" Harry said excitedly. "I wonder what he's doing here?"
"That IS Oliver Wood!" Scarlett said, her eyes bugging out of her head. "Why IS he here?"
"Why are you excited?" Ron asked, looking at Scarlett.
"He spent the summer with my dad, training," Scarlett said.
"Your dad's the coach for Puddlemere United?" Harry asked. Scarlett nodded before quickly getting up and running over to Oliver.
"Oliver!" she exclaimed as she reached him and Hermione. She squealed and gave him a hug. Hermione gave Scarlett an odd look. The rest of the school was following suit. They wondered how Scarlett knew Oliver Wood.
"How are you?" she asked him excitedly.
"I'm good, Scarlett," Oliver said, aware that all eyes were on him and Scarlett. "Why don't we keep walking?" So they started walking toward the staff tables and Hermione just stood there. After a moment she walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down with Harry and Ron.
"Alright," Scarlett said. "So why are you here?"
"I'm the temporary flying instructor," he said. "Madam Hooch retired, you know." Scarlett suddenly looked worried.
"You weren't…fired, were you?" she asked.
"No, not at all," he said. Scarlett relaxed. "Your dad just said I needed a little break, that's all."
"It's great that you'll be here!" Scarlett said. They had reached the staff table.
"Welcome back, Mr. Wood," Dumbledore said with a kind grin on his face. "Or shall I say, Professor Wood."
"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore," Oliver said. Scarlett smiled.
What do you think? PLEASE R/R!!!!