Alana loved the cold, sweet rush of racing through the sky on her
broom. She noticed Harry and waved. He waved back and yelled, "Good luck!"
Alana just said her thanks, knowing she wouldn't need the slightest bit of
luck to overcome anyone in Quidditch. Madame Hooch was grinning at the
bottom of the Quidditch Field.
"The lot of you better get ready, here they come!" She screamed. She kicked open a Quidditch Case of balls, releasing the two bludgers and the snitch. She then threw the Quaffle in the air, Draco Malfoy went for it. Ron Weasley flew straight next to him.
"Ready to lose, Malfoy?" Ron sneered.
"Maybe," Malfoy dodged a bludger, "if you knew how to lose- oh wait, you always do!" Malfoy then kicked Ron hard in the leg, Ron flinched as pain seared through his body.
Malfoy flew harder and passed Ron's school broom. Then Seamus Finnigan raced up to meet Malfoy on his Silver Arrow. He then was greeted by a bludger as Draco went in to score on Hermione. Hermione yelped as the Quaffle headed for her stomach and she then raced immediately away from it.
Alana saw a glint of gold, and that was all it took. She fled for it, Harry taking off after her. Then Alana swiveled straight down to the ground where the snitch headed. It kept going straight. Finally, Alana placed her foot near the end of her broom, kneeling on the wooden stick with her other knee. She kept her hands on her broom. Then the snitch took a leap upward and Alana kicked the end of her broom to match the balls pace. Harry yelled and in three seconds, he came dazedly after Alana and the ball.
The Slytherins were cheering so hard for Alana they couldn't hear themselves think about Malfoy. Gryffindor was cheering, but Neville's moaning could be heard crystal clear. Clear enough that Alana was too good.
Up, up, and Alana reached her hand towards the sphere of yellow and she got it. She had caught the snitch. Madame Hooch yelled, "A rather quick game of one hundred and sixty to zero!" Harry couldn't believe his team hadn't scored one goal. This was a horrible embarrassment for Gryffindor.
Alana flew down to the ground. Madame Hooch dragged her away from a loving crowd of Slytherins to the sidelines. "That- was- extraordinary! You must be seeker for Slytherin!"
"Sure!" Alana blushed. She finally felt like she was at a place like home again.
Malfoy had been giving Alana looks of disgust the rest of the day, making snide remarks about 'his father'. Alana was happy to be on the Slytherin Quidditch team.
"Alana!" A hand waved to Alana in the library, "Come sit with us!" Hermione Granger was sitting next to Harry Potter. She was reading a thick book, Harry writing some things down on a piece of parchment.
"Hello, Hermione!" Alana said excitedly. "Hey Harry, looks like I'll be competing against you for the Quidditch Cup this year!"
"Yeah, good luck." Harry's words stained the air with sarcasm.
"Harry, be nicer to Alana!" Hermione scowled.
"Sure. I'll be going then," he said hastily, "Bye Hermione." And with that, Harry picked up his things and left.
"What did I do?"
"He's just being a jerk. He should know better than to get angry for not being the center of attention for one day." Hermione replied, turning a page in her book.
Alana made a sigh and left for the Slytherin common room. The halls were damp and dark, and the wind turned from a nice breeze into a howling wreck. Rain poured onto the Hogwarts grounds, thunder boomed and lightning crackled through the dark night. Alana felt very alone all of the sudden, the world around her seemed quiet. Noise was scarcely heard. Alana became drowsy, and her head swam for a moment. Something wasn't quite right, and she picked up her pace, feeling stranger than ever, screwing up her face.
Some one screamed loudly. But this was not a scream of pain, it was of pleasure, intense pleasure. The scream continued, and Harry didn't know what was wrong. He turned to Ron, "What is that? Can you hear it?"
"Yes, you dingbat, I can hear it! What the hell?!" Ron sputtered, he looked a bit scared for a moment, "I reckon we go find out who or what is making that noise!"
"We could get in trouble! We would never hear the end of it!"
"Have we ever let that stop us before?" Harry retorted. With that, Harry sped forward, Ron and Hermione at his tail. Soon Ron caught up and Hermione was lagging behind.
"Hurry up, Herm!" Ron scowled.
"I can't, my books, oh no!" A book slipped out of Hermione's hands, then two more. "Go on with out me!" And Harry and Ron continued. Faster and faster, through the long, twisty corridors of Hogwarts they ran. Suddenly, Ron stopped dead in his tracks.
"H-Harry! I-it's a s-spider!" Ron spat.
"Oh, just stay here!" Harry hissed. "I'll find out what's happening on my own!" So Harry made his pace slower, wand out as he crept. This is it! He thought. Right around a corner were two voices.
"I never knew you had it in you," the voice was Draco's. This must be near the Slytherin common rooms, Harry thought again. He noticed his surroundings had turned dark and shadowy. Long, grayish looking tapestries were hung on the wall. Harry remembered walking this way when he and Ron had used a Polyjuice Potion to turn into Crabbe and Goyle.
"I always have," another voice spat out. It was female, but Harry did not know who. "You have just failed to recognize it."
"Really?" A fit of giggles erupted out of the girl and a strange noise came from her now. Then she screamed again. Draco continued now, more brightly then he ever had, "They'll hear us you know."
"And you, the great Draco Malfoy, care about getting in trouble?" The girl said.
"You're right. Why should I care?" And a noise continued again, the girl then made a gleeful noise. Harry flinched, and crept away.
"Well, I don't know, Harry!" Ron said dumbly, his mouth full. He had taken a few rolls from dinner.
"Don't eat those!" Hermione pouted. "They're for Snuffles!" Harry remembered Sirius, asking to be quite secret and calling him Snuffles when ever he talked about him. "And," Hermione continued, "I think it's quite obvious what was going on with Draco and that girl!"
"What, then?" Harry and Ron shouted in unison. Apparently, they were a bit frustrated. Hermione turned bright red in the face.
"Oh come on, you two! Do you ever use your brain outside of class?!"
"If it's required for eating, yes." Ron said. Harry snorted.
"Well." Hermione stopped, beckoning them to come closer. "They were, well, erm-"
"Oh, out with it Hermione! We look like total prats standing here like this!" Harry whispered.
"They were making out!" Hermione said, now her face was scarlet as she stood up. "Need to go to the library to study for the O.W.L.'s!"
"But that isn't until the end of the year!" Ron yelled after her, but Hermione had run off, in total embarrassment.
"Wonder who that girl was?" Harry thought out loud, blushing a bit himself.
"Pansy Parkinson!" Ron said as he stuffed another roll in his mouth. Harry now took the napkin full of rolls into his arms, which were themselves full of chicken legs and fruit.
"You are turning into Crabbe again, I reckon!" Harry smiled.
"No I'm not, I may be eating like him, but I don't think my brain is shrinking! I am deeply offended!" Ron had a fake look upon his face.
"Sure you are!" The two boys laughed all the way back to the common room.
The Fat Lady had a guest in her painting, and she was talking to her frantically. "It was Slytherins, now? Not-a-surprise, not at all, now! They are trouble, Vi. I can feel it, which ones was it again?"
"Ask him, I saw that one there earlier!" Vi pointed at Harry. Harry shrugged in reply.
"I don't know, I just heard them. I know one of them was Draco Malfoy. But I couldn't figure out the girl."
"You know who it was?" Vi continued. "Well, the Snake Statue told Peeves, and Peeves tells everyone things like this, you know-"
"Harry!" Ron punched Harry in the back, the idea of gossiping with two ladies in a painting wasn't a very pleasing thought.
"And," Harry sped up.
"Oh fine then, it was that new girl. What was her name? Alley? Alyssa?"
"Alana?!" Ron shouted.
"Oh yes, couldn't quite remember it dear, thank you!"
"Nittering Old Shoe!" Harry told the fat lady.
"I most certainly wouldn't think to call her that!"
"No, no, it's the password, Vi." The portrait swung open and Harry dragged an astonished Ron into the common room. The twins were sitting, talking with Lee Jordan.
"So, poor old Ronniekins heard?" Fred saw Harry and Ron coming in.
"Yeah, hit him hard. I think he liked her more than Fleur!"
Lee Jordan and the twins guffawed. "Never knew Draco Malfoy would do such a thing! Fred reckons he brought it upon her."
"He did! She is such a nice girl! Why on earth would she do that with Draco Malfoy?"
"I AM GONNA GET HIM FOR THIS!" Ron's astonishment turned into anger, as if Alana were his wife.
"Sit down, Ron! Take it easy!" George, with the help of Harry, forced Ron into a sitting position in a large chair by the fire.
"Well, got to go Harry." Fred, George, and Lee Jordan all left, rubbing their hands and talking vigorously.
"I think we should get some rest too." Harry said. "Coming?"
"In a minute." Ron said through clenched teeth.
"Oh. Okay." Harry sped off to the dormitory.
Harry crept downstairs, it was an early Saturday morning and everyone was asleep. Hermione was up. She was sitting near Ron. "Harry!" She exclaimed. "What happened to him?"
"Didn't you hear?"
"Hear what?" Hermione said.
"Alana was the girl with-"
"NO WAY!" Hermione shouted. "Her? And, and Draco? Not a chance in Hell! How on earth, why, I think I need to sit down! She's my friend, too!"
"Yes, but Draco brought it upon her!" Harry finally got out.
"Oh, that slimy ass! Poor, poor Alana! I, I'm going to get her something for her trouble down at Honeydukes today. I can believe that disgusting git." Hermione scowled with a look of complete anger. "And Ron has been sitting here all night because of it. Oh bless his soul-"
"Hermione! I think you are getting a little far on this."
"You're right." Hermione took a breath. "Let's get some change for Hogsmeade.
And at Honeydukes that very day, Hermione bought a load of fizzing whizbees and chocolate frogs. "Could you wrap them, they're a gift." Hermione told the clerk.
"Sure then, little miss." The clerk answered. Hermione carried the large pack of sweet assortments to the cave Sirius stayed in with Ron and Harry. Sirius listened all through Ron's explanation of what had happened.
"This is a lot." Sirius said as he took a bite off a chicken leg. "I don't know. If you're worried, try talking to Alana. Or just look out for her for a start. You never know, it may get better for her. Poor girl. Well, I believe you should get back, people might get suspicious. And Harry, be sure to owl me as soon as something happens! Got it?"
"Yessir." Harry gave Sirius a hand shake as did Ron, Hermione hugged Sirius. And they left back for the Hogwarts Grounds.
Maybe it will get better. Maybe I should be nicer to Alana. After all, she has to struggle through Slytherin with all those slimy excuses for people. I should be nicer. Yeah, first thing I'll do is apologize. Harry had made up his mind, he was going to try to be Alana's friend.
A/N: Okay, this is where the PG-13 stuff starts to kick in. I'm not a big user of all the cuss words in this story because I can't imagine this with most of the characters. But I tried it out with Hermione. But definitely expect more between Hermione and Draco. Thanks Caitlin for your numerous reviews, you're great! I'll post the next few chapters up very soon, so check back, and REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW away!
~Amaranth
"The lot of you better get ready, here they come!" She screamed. She kicked open a Quidditch Case of balls, releasing the two bludgers and the snitch. She then threw the Quaffle in the air, Draco Malfoy went for it. Ron Weasley flew straight next to him.
"Ready to lose, Malfoy?" Ron sneered.
"Maybe," Malfoy dodged a bludger, "if you knew how to lose- oh wait, you always do!" Malfoy then kicked Ron hard in the leg, Ron flinched as pain seared through his body.
Malfoy flew harder and passed Ron's school broom. Then Seamus Finnigan raced up to meet Malfoy on his Silver Arrow. He then was greeted by a bludger as Draco went in to score on Hermione. Hermione yelped as the Quaffle headed for her stomach and she then raced immediately away from it.
Alana saw a glint of gold, and that was all it took. She fled for it, Harry taking off after her. Then Alana swiveled straight down to the ground where the snitch headed. It kept going straight. Finally, Alana placed her foot near the end of her broom, kneeling on the wooden stick with her other knee. She kept her hands on her broom. Then the snitch took a leap upward and Alana kicked the end of her broom to match the balls pace. Harry yelled and in three seconds, he came dazedly after Alana and the ball.
The Slytherins were cheering so hard for Alana they couldn't hear themselves think about Malfoy. Gryffindor was cheering, but Neville's moaning could be heard crystal clear. Clear enough that Alana was too good.
Up, up, and Alana reached her hand towards the sphere of yellow and she got it. She had caught the snitch. Madame Hooch yelled, "A rather quick game of one hundred and sixty to zero!" Harry couldn't believe his team hadn't scored one goal. This was a horrible embarrassment for Gryffindor.
Alana flew down to the ground. Madame Hooch dragged her away from a loving crowd of Slytherins to the sidelines. "That- was- extraordinary! You must be seeker for Slytherin!"
"Sure!" Alana blushed. She finally felt like she was at a place like home again.
Malfoy had been giving Alana looks of disgust the rest of the day, making snide remarks about 'his father'. Alana was happy to be on the Slytherin Quidditch team.
"Alana!" A hand waved to Alana in the library, "Come sit with us!" Hermione Granger was sitting next to Harry Potter. She was reading a thick book, Harry writing some things down on a piece of parchment.
"Hello, Hermione!" Alana said excitedly. "Hey Harry, looks like I'll be competing against you for the Quidditch Cup this year!"
"Yeah, good luck." Harry's words stained the air with sarcasm.
"Harry, be nicer to Alana!" Hermione scowled.
"Sure. I'll be going then," he said hastily, "Bye Hermione." And with that, Harry picked up his things and left.
"What did I do?"
"He's just being a jerk. He should know better than to get angry for not being the center of attention for one day." Hermione replied, turning a page in her book.
Alana made a sigh and left for the Slytherin common room. The halls were damp and dark, and the wind turned from a nice breeze into a howling wreck. Rain poured onto the Hogwarts grounds, thunder boomed and lightning crackled through the dark night. Alana felt very alone all of the sudden, the world around her seemed quiet. Noise was scarcely heard. Alana became drowsy, and her head swam for a moment. Something wasn't quite right, and she picked up her pace, feeling stranger than ever, screwing up her face.
Some one screamed loudly. But this was not a scream of pain, it was of pleasure, intense pleasure. The scream continued, and Harry didn't know what was wrong. He turned to Ron, "What is that? Can you hear it?"
"Yes, you dingbat, I can hear it! What the hell?!" Ron sputtered, he looked a bit scared for a moment, "I reckon we go find out who or what is making that noise!"
"We could get in trouble! We would never hear the end of it!"
"Have we ever let that stop us before?" Harry retorted. With that, Harry sped forward, Ron and Hermione at his tail. Soon Ron caught up and Hermione was lagging behind.
"Hurry up, Herm!" Ron scowled.
"I can't, my books, oh no!" A book slipped out of Hermione's hands, then two more. "Go on with out me!" And Harry and Ron continued. Faster and faster, through the long, twisty corridors of Hogwarts they ran. Suddenly, Ron stopped dead in his tracks.
"H-Harry! I-it's a s-spider!" Ron spat.
"Oh, just stay here!" Harry hissed. "I'll find out what's happening on my own!" So Harry made his pace slower, wand out as he crept. This is it! He thought. Right around a corner were two voices.
"I never knew you had it in you," the voice was Draco's. This must be near the Slytherin common rooms, Harry thought again. He noticed his surroundings had turned dark and shadowy. Long, grayish looking tapestries were hung on the wall. Harry remembered walking this way when he and Ron had used a Polyjuice Potion to turn into Crabbe and Goyle.
"I always have," another voice spat out. It was female, but Harry did not know who. "You have just failed to recognize it."
"Really?" A fit of giggles erupted out of the girl and a strange noise came from her now. Then she screamed again. Draco continued now, more brightly then he ever had, "They'll hear us you know."
"And you, the great Draco Malfoy, care about getting in trouble?" The girl said.
"You're right. Why should I care?" And a noise continued again, the girl then made a gleeful noise. Harry flinched, and crept away.
"Well, I don't know, Harry!" Ron said dumbly, his mouth full. He had taken a few rolls from dinner.
"Don't eat those!" Hermione pouted. "They're for Snuffles!" Harry remembered Sirius, asking to be quite secret and calling him Snuffles when ever he talked about him. "And," Hermione continued, "I think it's quite obvious what was going on with Draco and that girl!"
"What, then?" Harry and Ron shouted in unison. Apparently, they were a bit frustrated. Hermione turned bright red in the face.
"Oh come on, you two! Do you ever use your brain outside of class?!"
"If it's required for eating, yes." Ron said. Harry snorted.
"Well." Hermione stopped, beckoning them to come closer. "They were, well, erm-"
"Oh, out with it Hermione! We look like total prats standing here like this!" Harry whispered.
"They were making out!" Hermione said, now her face was scarlet as she stood up. "Need to go to the library to study for the O.W.L.'s!"
"But that isn't until the end of the year!" Ron yelled after her, but Hermione had run off, in total embarrassment.
"Wonder who that girl was?" Harry thought out loud, blushing a bit himself.
"Pansy Parkinson!" Ron said as he stuffed another roll in his mouth. Harry now took the napkin full of rolls into his arms, which were themselves full of chicken legs and fruit.
"You are turning into Crabbe again, I reckon!" Harry smiled.
"No I'm not, I may be eating like him, but I don't think my brain is shrinking! I am deeply offended!" Ron had a fake look upon his face.
"Sure you are!" The two boys laughed all the way back to the common room.
The Fat Lady had a guest in her painting, and she was talking to her frantically. "It was Slytherins, now? Not-a-surprise, not at all, now! They are trouble, Vi. I can feel it, which ones was it again?"
"Ask him, I saw that one there earlier!" Vi pointed at Harry. Harry shrugged in reply.
"I don't know, I just heard them. I know one of them was Draco Malfoy. But I couldn't figure out the girl."
"You know who it was?" Vi continued. "Well, the Snake Statue told Peeves, and Peeves tells everyone things like this, you know-"
"Harry!" Ron punched Harry in the back, the idea of gossiping with two ladies in a painting wasn't a very pleasing thought.
"And," Harry sped up.
"Oh fine then, it was that new girl. What was her name? Alley? Alyssa?"
"Alana?!" Ron shouted.
"Oh yes, couldn't quite remember it dear, thank you!"
"Nittering Old Shoe!" Harry told the fat lady.
"I most certainly wouldn't think to call her that!"
"No, no, it's the password, Vi." The portrait swung open and Harry dragged an astonished Ron into the common room. The twins were sitting, talking with Lee Jordan.
"So, poor old Ronniekins heard?" Fred saw Harry and Ron coming in.
"Yeah, hit him hard. I think he liked her more than Fleur!"
Lee Jordan and the twins guffawed. "Never knew Draco Malfoy would do such a thing! Fred reckons he brought it upon her."
"He did! She is such a nice girl! Why on earth would she do that with Draco Malfoy?"
"I AM GONNA GET HIM FOR THIS!" Ron's astonishment turned into anger, as if Alana were his wife.
"Sit down, Ron! Take it easy!" George, with the help of Harry, forced Ron into a sitting position in a large chair by the fire.
"Well, got to go Harry." Fred, George, and Lee Jordan all left, rubbing their hands and talking vigorously.
"I think we should get some rest too." Harry said. "Coming?"
"In a minute." Ron said through clenched teeth.
"Oh. Okay." Harry sped off to the dormitory.
Harry crept downstairs, it was an early Saturday morning and everyone was asleep. Hermione was up. She was sitting near Ron. "Harry!" She exclaimed. "What happened to him?"
"Didn't you hear?"
"Hear what?" Hermione said.
"Alana was the girl with-"
"NO WAY!" Hermione shouted. "Her? And, and Draco? Not a chance in Hell! How on earth, why, I think I need to sit down! She's my friend, too!"
"Yes, but Draco brought it upon her!" Harry finally got out.
"Oh, that slimy ass! Poor, poor Alana! I, I'm going to get her something for her trouble down at Honeydukes today. I can believe that disgusting git." Hermione scowled with a look of complete anger. "And Ron has been sitting here all night because of it. Oh bless his soul-"
"Hermione! I think you are getting a little far on this."
"You're right." Hermione took a breath. "Let's get some change for Hogsmeade.
And at Honeydukes that very day, Hermione bought a load of fizzing whizbees and chocolate frogs. "Could you wrap them, they're a gift." Hermione told the clerk.
"Sure then, little miss." The clerk answered. Hermione carried the large pack of sweet assortments to the cave Sirius stayed in with Ron and Harry. Sirius listened all through Ron's explanation of what had happened.
"This is a lot." Sirius said as he took a bite off a chicken leg. "I don't know. If you're worried, try talking to Alana. Or just look out for her for a start. You never know, it may get better for her. Poor girl. Well, I believe you should get back, people might get suspicious. And Harry, be sure to owl me as soon as something happens! Got it?"
"Yessir." Harry gave Sirius a hand shake as did Ron, Hermione hugged Sirius. And they left back for the Hogwarts Grounds.
Maybe it will get better. Maybe I should be nicer to Alana. After all, she has to struggle through Slytherin with all those slimy excuses for people. I should be nicer. Yeah, first thing I'll do is apologize. Harry had made up his mind, he was going to try to be Alana's friend.
A/N: Okay, this is where the PG-13 stuff starts to kick in. I'm not a big user of all the cuss words in this story because I can't imagine this with most of the characters. But I tried it out with Hermione. But definitely expect more between Hermione and Draco. Thanks Caitlin for your numerous reviews, you're great! I'll post the next few chapters up very soon, so check back, and REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW away!
~Amaranth