Warning: Well, there's nothing really wrong.
Harry. Ron. Hermione. Amara..
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Amara. *Amara pats her on the back* Yep, sad.
She peered down into the bag, frowning at the absence of what she was looking for. Finally, she grinned as she pulled out a Green Apple life saver, popping it into her mouth and sighing happily. Her happiness was cut short however.
"What did you do with my comb??" Harry asked angrily. His face was red and his expression unreadable.
"I didn't touch your comb. What's the use, your hair is naturally messed up. I don't see where you get off yelling at me over something so pointless!" Amara said snidely. 'Good Merlin, what have I done to deserve this??'
"The point is, I want to look halfway decent when my friends come over, so would you PLEASE fork over my darn comb?!" he said impatiently. She chucked his comb at him, and he left without a backwards glance. 'Why do I have to live here? Since when do I do what people tell me to? Who care if Dumbeldore says is good for me?? I don't depend on others for survival. And anyway, Harry is a terror to live with!! No one KNOWS how he never does anything around here. But yet, he's sort of charming when he wants to be, and his green eyes are alluring- STOP IT AMARA! You hate Harry!!' she thought to herself. Amara shook her head in disgust, nothing in general really. As she read her book, she had no idea what had been going happening in it. Her mind kept drifting back to that night... when Voldemort had blown up her sister and her parents. Killed them for good. Left her homeless and quite alone. Tears welled in her eyes, yet she refused to shed them in fear that Harry would notice.
As she walked through the hallway, she peered into the bathroom, seeing Harry preening in front of the mirror. What was he playing at? Did he want to impress someone? Hermione, possibly...
As Harry saw Amara passing through the hallway, he stared at her retreating back and wondered to himself why they despised of each other so much. They were both in the same situation, thrown together by fate. Why not make the best of it? That had been his thoughts, but hers were obviously different. He wished that he could read minds.
"Amara, can I talk to you?" he finished up with his hair, too frustrated to continue.
"What could you possibly have to say to me that is of any importance?" she said harshly.
"Why do you hate me?" so, straight to the point.
"I- I don't, necessarily HATE you, per say... I just- I don't like the thought of having to depend on someone other than myself..." she faltered, never meeting his gaze.
"Would you like to join my friends and me tonight at dinner? You don't have to seclude yourself you know..."
"I DON'T SECLUDE MYSELF!! WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM?? A HERMIT CRAB??" she shrieked. Harry couldn't help but laugh. "WHAT?? WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT??" she shouted.
"Nothing... I'm sorry. I just... Well, DO you want to join us?" he asked sheepishly.
"I guess. When are they coming over?" she sighed.
"Five O'clock. Do you want to help me prepare dinner?" he knew what her answer would be, but he figured he had nothing to lose.
"Well, I guess I don't see why not. What do you want me to prepare?" her head was spinning. How had they gone from a shouting match to talking civilly to each other? Part of the reason that she didn't refuse the offer to dinner was because she rather fancied Ron. He always had the ability to make her laugh, and he seemed to understand her far better than anyone. Hermione was always kind, but she too did not see how Amara could so strongly dislike Harry. But did she?
She checked her watch... Four O'clock.
"Well, I think I better get ready. I'll be right back." she turned on her heel and was about to go back to her bedroom, when Harry stopped her.
"Why... Do you need to get ready?" he asked, a bit of humor and triumph in his voice.
"Look at me!! I look terrible!! What is it to you anyway?" she retorted, fuming that he had caught on a little.
"Ah, you see these are only my friends; there is no reason to 'pretty yourself up' for them. That is, of course..." but he didn't have the time to finish, for she had already stormed off to her bedroom and slammed the door. He chuckled to himself lightly, knowing quite well why she was going to primp.
Ron had taken to Amara also, for they had met twice before. The way that they looked at each other, it was enough to make someone uncomfortable. Lucky, only Harry and Hermione were in effect.
(A/n) Well, Chapter One for ya kids!!! *applause* Thank you, thank you. I owe it to Murks here, he's my inspiration. Really, he's a muse!! Anywho. Read it then review. Flames aren't happy for a first story. Next chapters should be up soon!! Thanks!!
She peered down into the bag, frowning at the absence of what she was looking for. Finally, she grinned as she pulled out a Green Apple life saver, popping it into her mouth and sighing happily. Her happiness was cut short however.
"What did you do with my comb??" Harry asked angrily. His face was red and his expression unreadable.
"I didn't touch your comb. What's the use, your hair is naturally messed up. I don't see where you get off yelling at me over something so pointless!" Amara said snidely. 'Good Merlin, what have I done to deserve this??'
"The point is, I want to look halfway decent when my friends come over, so would you PLEASE fork over my darn comb?!" he said impatiently. She chucked his comb at him, and he left without a backwards glance. 'Why do I have to live here? Since when do I do what people tell me to? Who care if Dumbeldore says is good for me?? I don't depend on others for survival. And anyway, Harry is a terror to live with!! No one KNOWS how he never does anything around here. But yet, he's sort of charming when he wants to be, and his green eyes are alluring- STOP IT AMARA! You hate Harry!!' she thought to herself. Amara shook her head in disgust, nothing in general really. As she read her book, she had no idea what had been going happening in it. Her mind kept drifting back to that night... when Voldemort had blown up her sister and her parents. Killed them for good. Left her homeless and quite alone. Tears welled in her eyes, yet she refused to shed them in fear that Harry would notice.
As she walked through the hallway, she peered into the bathroom, seeing Harry preening in front of the mirror. What was he playing at? Did he want to impress someone? Hermione, possibly...
As Harry saw Amara passing through the hallway, he stared at her retreating back and wondered to himself why they despised of each other so much. They were both in the same situation, thrown together by fate. Why not make the best of it? That had been his thoughts, but hers were obviously different. He wished that he could read minds.
"Amara, can I talk to you?" he finished up with his hair, too frustrated to continue.
"What could you possibly have to say to me that is of any importance?" she said harshly.
"Why do you hate me?" so, straight to the point.
"I- I don't, necessarily HATE you, per say... I just- I don't like the thought of having to depend on someone other than myself..." she faltered, never meeting his gaze.
"Would you like to join my friends and me tonight at dinner? You don't have to seclude yourself you know..."
"I DON'T SECLUDE MYSELF!! WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM?? A HERMIT CRAB??" she shrieked. Harry couldn't help but laugh. "WHAT?? WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT??" she shouted.
"Nothing... I'm sorry. I just... Well, DO you want to join us?" he asked sheepishly.
"I guess. When are they coming over?" she sighed.
"Five O'clock. Do you want to help me prepare dinner?" he knew what her answer would be, but he figured he had nothing to lose.
"Well, I guess I don't see why not. What do you want me to prepare?" her head was spinning. How had they gone from a shouting match to talking civilly to each other? Part of the reason that she didn't refuse the offer to dinner was because she rather fancied Ron. He always had the ability to make her laugh, and he seemed to understand her far better than anyone. Hermione was always kind, but she too did not see how Amara could so strongly dislike Harry. But did she?
She checked her watch... Four O'clock.
"Well, I think I better get ready. I'll be right back." she turned on her heel and was about to go back to her bedroom, when Harry stopped her.
"Why... Do you need to get ready?" he asked, a bit of humor and triumph in his voice.
"Look at me!! I look terrible!! What is it to you anyway?" she retorted, fuming that he had caught on a little.
"Ah, you see these are only my friends; there is no reason to 'pretty yourself up' for them. That is, of course..." but he didn't have the time to finish, for she had already stormed off to her bedroom and slammed the door. He chuckled to himself lightly, knowing quite well why she was going to primp.
Ron had taken to Amara also, for they had met twice before. The way that they looked at each other, it was enough to make someone uncomfortable. Lucky, only Harry and Hermione were in effect.
(A/n) Well, Chapter One for ya kids!!! *applause* Thank you, thank you. I owe it to Murks here, he's my inspiration. Really, he's a muse!! Anywho. Read it then review. Flames aren't happy for a first story. Next chapters should be up soon!! Thanks!!
