Chapter 3
What The Boys Thought
Draco got out of bed. He knew it was about five something, so he got dressed, thinking about the exchange students.
The honey-haired Ravenclaw looked really familiar, as if he either knew a relation of hers, or met her before. She gave off this innocent laughter, and hope, as well as a sharp mind worthy of a Slytherin, although not the ambition of one. One other thing was he had seen her eyes when she rushed to defend the blond. They looked like- like someone here at Hogwarts. But who?
Now, the blond. She was gorgeous, with those cool baby blues, and that long silk-to-the-touch blond hair. Her reaction to his kiss was a bit unexpected, and he had learned not to pick a fight with one when the honey haired kid was there. Which means, as Draco looked at his classes, that he couldn't do a damn thing. Nicole was in most of the same classes as him, but all but two were the ones that the Slytherins shared with Ravenclaw.
I wonder why she hates me so much? When I kissed her, it felt like I've done it before, or just wanted to. It was like it was a repeat, but she had been the one to start before. I think my response would have been like hers.
"Damn it, what is wrong with me? If I got kissed by a cute girl, I wouldn't sock the girl out!"
In your past, you would have. Especially since you and her hated each other's guts the first time.
Draco shook his head. Why would a lady's voice be in his head? It didn't sound like his mom that was for sure.
**
Ronald Weasley listened carefully as Roger Davis talked to the new girl for the second time in two days. She was quite cute, and from what he heard, she was a fifth year. She had curly honey brown hair, sparkling brown eyes, and a warm smile. Her glasses kept sliding down to her nose, and she just pushed them back up. She also had foresight, since she had asked about the other teams the other day.
And, he was on another team.
"Yo! Ron!" Hermonie said, snapping Ron out of his reverie.
"Sorry, Hermonie. I guess I was spacing out."
"Well, I have the photo of Alexandria McPearson."
Ron grinned, and extended his hand. Hermonie gave Ron the picture. Ron stared at the muggle photo. Her eyes were a sparkling black, and her gold streaked brown hair was in a bun, with a single golden brown curl coming out on the left side. She wore blue jeans, and a white shirt with an eagle on it. The look on her face showed mischief, and hope. Her surroundings were of an orphanage, and she held one of the little kids. It did not look like a posed picture. The kid was making a silly face; meanwhile Alexandria looked a bit pleased with something.
"She looks pleased with something." Ron observed.
Hermonie nodded. "Well, of course. At the time of that photo, Alexandria had convinced her uncle to allow her to volunteer at that orphanage. She can be quite stubborn, but she is usually an angel, well, so says the muggle press."
"Um, excuse me."
Ron looked up. It was the new girl.
"Roger Davis said you had two brothers that were beaters. I want to talk to them."
Ron shrugged. "I'm not their agent."
The girl rolled her brown eyes, placed her hands (callused, yet gentle, prefect for clinging to someone while kissing probably, Ron thought) on her hips and said, "Just tell them that a Warai in Ravenclaw wants to talk to them. That will caught their interest, if they know about Silverhand." With that, she spun around and walked back to the Ravenclaw table.
"Yo, Ron!" Fred said as he sat down. "Who was that?"
"Had to be a Silverhand, with that accent." George said.
"She wanted to talk to you two. She said to tell you that a Warai-"
"A Warai?! A member of the house of mischief?" Fred cried.
"Thanks, Ron!" George said, with glee. With that, they ran over to the girl.
**
Harry was entering to the Great Hall when he saw Cho. He turned a bright red, and he heard, "Hey, Harry!"
Fred was waving at him. The twins were standing next to a Ravenclaw, who was telling George something.
"Hi, Fred. Who's the girl?" Harry asked, nodding to the Ravenclaw.
"The name's Rebecca, and I presume you're Harry Potter, right?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah, and stuck as the Captain of the Gyffindor Quidditch Team."
Rebecca laughed, a child-like sound with a high squeak at the end. "My friend Bridget is a chaser. She'll try to be on the team. I'm going to be a beater. At Silverhand, me and my friend were beaters. I was Heaven, Nicole was Hell."
Harry nodded. "Okay. Why those names?"
A brown haired girl walked over. She said, "Yo, Heaven, have you seen Hell?"
"Nope, Fireball." Rebecca said, shaking her head, causing her mop of curls to bounce. "Oh, by the way, Harry," Rebecca said, pointing to the brunette, "This is Bridget. Fireball, that's Harry Potter."
Bridget's green eyes widened. "Wow." She breathed.
"Yo, Fireball, is the HoM teacher really a ghost?" Rebecca asked.
"Yeah. He's worse than Professor Carver."
The bell rang for class to start.
Ron, Hermonie, and Harry walked into History of Magic. Ron was gazing at Rebecca as Bridget, Rebecca, and the blond Slytherin walked by, and Bridget waved them farewell as she joined the other Gyffindors.
Harry asked, "Who was your professor for HoM?"
Bridget's green eyes sparkled. "Professor Carver. He was an albino. He was so boring until December. Then, he was as hyper as Rebecca for the rest of the school year. She was the other girl with brown hair."
Ron nodded. Harry noticed Ron's mind was not on Hermonie, like it was during the summer.
After Hermonie and Bridget walked in, Harry asked Ron, "Kunt for your thoughts?"
"A girl. This one is not your standard issue cutie. It was the one Bridget was talking about, Rebecca. I talked to her for a minute, when she asked me to tell Fred and George that a Warai wanted to talk to them. She seemed to hit it off with them."
Harry smiled slightly. "Do you think she's veela?"
What The Boys Thought
Draco got out of bed. He knew it was about five something, so he got dressed, thinking about the exchange students.
The honey-haired Ravenclaw looked really familiar, as if he either knew a relation of hers, or met her before. She gave off this innocent laughter, and hope, as well as a sharp mind worthy of a Slytherin, although not the ambition of one. One other thing was he had seen her eyes when she rushed to defend the blond. They looked like- like someone here at Hogwarts. But who?
Now, the blond. She was gorgeous, with those cool baby blues, and that long silk-to-the-touch blond hair. Her reaction to his kiss was a bit unexpected, and he had learned not to pick a fight with one when the honey haired kid was there. Which means, as Draco looked at his classes, that he couldn't do a damn thing. Nicole was in most of the same classes as him, but all but two were the ones that the Slytherins shared with Ravenclaw.
I wonder why she hates me so much? When I kissed her, it felt like I've done it before, or just wanted to. It was like it was a repeat, but she had been the one to start before. I think my response would have been like hers.
"Damn it, what is wrong with me? If I got kissed by a cute girl, I wouldn't sock the girl out!"
In your past, you would have. Especially since you and her hated each other's guts the first time.
Draco shook his head. Why would a lady's voice be in his head? It didn't sound like his mom that was for sure.
**
Ronald Weasley listened carefully as Roger Davis talked to the new girl for the second time in two days. She was quite cute, and from what he heard, she was a fifth year. She had curly honey brown hair, sparkling brown eyes, and a warm smile. Her glasses kept sliding down to her nose, and she just pushed them back up. She also had foresight, since she had asked about the other teams the other day.
And, he was on another team.
"Yo! Ron!" Hermonie said, snapping Ron out of his reverie.
"Sorry, Hermonie. I guess I was spacing out."
"Well, I have the photo of Alexandria McPearson."
Ron grinned, and extended his hand. Hermonie gave Ron the picture. Ron stared at the muggle photo. Her eyes were a sparkling black, and her gold streaked brown hair was in a bun, with a single golden brown curl coming out on the left side. She wore blue jeans, and a white shirt with an eagle on it. The look on her face showed mischief, and hope. Her surroundings were of an orphanage, and she held one of the little kids. It did not look like a posed picture. The kid was making a silly face; meanwhile Alexandria looked a bit pleased with something.
"She looks pleased with something." Ron observed.
Hermonie nodded. "Well, of course. At the time of that photo, Alexandria had convinced her uncle to allow her to volunteer at that orphanage. She can be quite stubborn, but she is usually an angel, well, so says the muggle press."
"Um, excuse me."
Ron looked up. It was the new girl.
"Roger Davis said you had two brothers that were beaters. I want to talk to them."
Ron shrugged. "I'm not their agent."
The girl rolled her brown eyes, placed her hands (callused, yet gentle, prefect for clinging to someone while kissing probably, Ron thought) on her hips and said, "Just tell them that a Warai in Ravenclaw wants to talk to them. That will caught their interest, if they know about Silverhand." With that, she spun around and walked back to the Ravenclaw table.
"Yo, Ron!" Fred said as he sat down. "Who was that?"
"Had to be a Silverhand, with that accent." George said.
"She wanted to talk to you two. She said to tell you that a Warai-"
"A Warai?! A member of the house of mischief?" Fred cried.
"Thanks, Ron!" George said, with glee. With that, they ran over to the girl.
**
Harry was entering to the Great Hall when he saw Cho. He turned a bright red, and he heard, "Hey, Harry!"
Fred was waving at him. The twins were standing next to a Ravenclaw, who was telling George something.
"Hi, Fred. Who's the girl?" Harry asked, nodding to the Ravenclaw.
"The name's Rebecca, and I presume you're Harry Potter, right?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah, and stuck as the Captain of the Gyffindor Quidditch Team."
Rebecca laughed, a child-like sound with a high squeak at the end. "My friend Bridget is a chaser. She'll try to be on the team. I'm going to be a beater. At Silverhand, me and my friend were beaters. I was Heaven, Nicole was Hell."
Harry nodded. "Okay. Why those names?"
A brown haired girl walked over. She said, "Yo, Heaven, have you seen Hell?"
"Nope, Fireball." Rebecca said, shaking her head, causing her mop of curls to bounce. "Oh, by the way, Harry," Rebecca said, pointing to the brunette, "This is Bridget. Fireball, that's Harry Potter."
Bridget's green eyes widened. "Wow." She breathed.
"Yo, Fireball, is the HoM teacher really a ghost?" Rebecca asked.
"Yeah. He's worse than Professor Carver."
The bell rang for class to start.
Ron, Hermonie, and Harry walked into History of Magic. Ron was gazing at Rebecca as Bridget, Rebecca, and the blond Slytherin walked by, and Bridget waved them farewell as she joined the other Gyffindors.
Harry asked, "Who was your professor for HoM?"
Bridget's green eyes sparkled. "Professor Carver. He was an albino. He was so boring until December. Then, he was as hyper as Rebecca for the rest of the school year. She was the other girl with brown hair."
Ron nodded. Harry noticed Ron's mind was not on Hermonie, like it was during the summer.
After Hermonie and Bridget walked in, Harry asked Ron, "Kunt for your thoughts?"
"A girl. This one is not your standard issue cutie. It was the one Bridget was talking about, Rebecca. I talked to her for a minute, when she asked me to tell Fred and George that a Warai wanted to talk to them. She seemed to hit it off with them."
Harry smiled slightly. "Do you think she's veela?"
