(A/N) I'm ok now. Well, as ok as I can get anyways. Enjoy!!
Disclaimers:I don't own anything. So you can't sue me! neener neener neener!
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"Come on, Harry! Put them up!" Harry raised his fists.
"Problem number one. Protect your face." Kittie adjusted his fists.
"Kittie?"
"Hmm?"
"You're not going to kill me are you?"
They were in a deserted classroom that Harry didn't recognize. Kittie seemed to know where they were and she was attempting to teach him how to throw a correct punch.
"If you don't put your fists back where I just put them, I will."
Harry put his fist back by his face. "And your fists are all wrong."
"What? They're fists!"
"No, this is the way I held them when I broke your nose. It broke my knuckles, remember?"
"Do I remember you breaking my nose?"
"Shut up and put your thumb out like this."
Harry tried to put his fists in her postion. He threw his hands down in frustration.
"Can't you just teach me how to throw a knife?"
"You have to learn speed first, Harry."
"I know speed!"
Harry didn't have time to duck. Her hand shot out and slapped him.
"What was that for?!"
"Until you can block that, you'll continue to learn my way. Understand?"
"Yeah, yeah."
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As April came around, spring did weird things for Kittie. Her hair was blood-red during the day but brown at night. It began to curl outwards, and Kittie was always found in the common room, trying to straighten it again.
Ginny's hair went so red, it was nearly orange, as much time she was outside.
Hermione gave in and let Kittie play with her hair. It was now long and usually braided or in tread locks.
They threw a feast, celebrating the first official day of spring. Harry drank at least a gallon of pumpkin juice before Hermione informed him there was no alcohol in it.
It was a hour after it started when Harry's vision began to blur.
"I thought it didn't have any alcohol in it, Her-" But Harry couldn't finish. The room started to spin and he clutched his head.
"Harry?" Someone's vioce echoed in a far chamber in his head and he suddenly felt sick.
Standing up quickly, he muttured a stupid excuse, and ran out of the Great Hall.
He slid down to the floor as he came to a deserted corridor. He took a few deep breaths that didn't help.
The walls felt like they were swirling around him. He couldn't focus.
Someone tapped his shoulder. He looked up and tried to focus on the figure.
She pulled her dark hair back and cupped his face. The room stopped spinning immediatly and his vision cleared.
Kittie gave him a small smile. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah. I don't know what happ-"
But she kissed him suddenly. Harry blinked in suprise at the roughness of her kiss. They were usually soft and tempting.
Something smeared over his lips and trailed down his neck.
"When did you start to wear lipstick?"
She didn't answer and instead grabbed his collar and pulled him up. She was being rough and way too fast. By this time she pressed herself against the wall and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Harry nearly sagged by her new weight. He assumed that it had something to do with her new diet and adjusted.
Someone cleared their throat. Harry pulled himself off Kittie to stare angrily at...
"Kittie?"
She crossed her arms. Her eyes were glowing yellow and hawk-like. Harry gaped. "What's going on?" He asked.
"Do you mind?" The first Kittie said rudely.
"I could pose you the same question, Potter."
Potter?
"But I'll leave you and Parkinson alone." Her vioce dripped with venom and sarcasim.
Harry's head spun again. He sank down to the floor. The first Kittie gave a small scream and tumbled at the second's Kittie's feet.
Everything cleared again and Pansy, lipstick smeared, looked up at Kittie whose eyes were still glowing yellow.
Kittie's foot collided against Pansy's stomach and she screamed.
She spun on her heel and angrily marched towards the tower, leaving Harry, still confused, against the wall, and Pansy, rolling around clutching her stomach, behind her.
"Kittie! Wait!"
He forced himself onto his feet and, head still spinning, chased after her. She spun around and threw something white-hot at him. He hit the floor and looked up at her.
In her hand was another white fire ball. She closed her fists and the glow died beneath her fingers.
"I didn't tell you everything in my line, Potter."
"Veela?!"
Her eyes glowed brighter and she continued towards Griffindor Tower.
She wasn't going to win that easy. Harry pushed himself up and tackled her to the ground.
Her nails shot out again, and trailed down his cheek. Three, long gashes bled on his face.
She slipped out from under him, as he grabbed his face.
Kittie didn't turn around as she turned to the stairs.
"Kittie! You know I wouldn't have done that to you on purpose!"
She stopped and spun around. Her eyes weren't yellow anymore, but they were still flashing.
"On purpose? For someone who can live through all of the Unforgivable Curses, you can't resist a bag of shit?!"
"I swear I don't know what-"
"That's not going to cut it, Potter!"
She gave him one last icey glare before ascending the stairs.
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Harry tried more than once to get Kittie to talk to him throughout the next week. He was giving Madame Pomfrey something to do.
"You know, Mr. Potter, most boys would have taken the hint by now." She said as she healed the new gashes on his neck. Harry didn't answer and tried to figure out how he was going to get her to talk to him, without anymore bodily injuries.
Ron was trying to help. But he, too, ended up more than once with gashes trailing his face. Kittie seemed to want to aviod breaking her knuckles again.
Harry sat on the edge of his bed and pointed his wand at the mirror again.
Kittie flopped on her bed as Hermione finished her joke. She laughed.
Something fluttered onto her window.
Hedwig. Yet another attempt from Harry to get her to talk to him.
Hermione bit her lip as they both stared at her. Hedwig nervously fidgeted as she held her leg out to Kittie.
Kittie sighed and took the rolled-up parchment from her leg. She threw an owl treat to Hegwig and scratched her neck gently.
She unrolled the parchment a made a face. She threw the parchment into the fireplace. Harry felt his face fall.
"His poetry sucks." She scoffed to Hermione. Hedwig paced nervously.
"He wants a answer,does he?" Kittie grabbed a clean piece of parchment and scribbled something down. She rolled it up and gave it to Hedwig. She nipped her gently and flew out of the window.
Seconds later, Hedwig flew into his window and landed on the bed in front of him.
Harry unrolled to parchment.
Potter-
Don't talk to me,
you're just wasting air.
Don't look at me,
it gets to wear.
If you write again,
in the fire you go,
because you're wasting my time.
And your poetry blows!
-Kittie Silcia
Harry couldn't help but laugh. How could she have such a way with words?
He looked back into the mirror to see Ginny bouncing restlessly on Kittie's bed.
"I wanna do something!" She whined. Hermione shushed her.
"I'm sure Kittie doesn't feel like doing anything after Parkinson-"
"No!" Kittie said suddenly. "I'm not going to mope around over that git."
Both Ginny and Hermione bit their lips. Kittie stood up. "I want revenge."
Ginny cheered, but Hermione blanched. "But you're even! It's over!"
"No, public embarressment and shame, is nothing compared to her shit. And I'm not standing for it."
Hermione stood up. "I'm not standing for it either!" When she realized she was standing, she sat down again. "Kittie! This has to stop!"
"I'm just evening the odds, Hermione. Are you with me?"
"Of course not!" Kittie cocked her eyebrows and she sighed. "But I'm not against you either. Just don't expect my help."
"Deal." Ginny jumped up and pulled Kittie into the corridor.
"We have to do something slightly more complex than panty raids and public humiliation."
Kittie grinned. "What did you have in mind?"
Ginny leaned forward and whispered something. Kittie nodded excitedly. "On to Grandma's house we go, then!"
They hooked arms and stalked off, hilariously.
Harry pointed his wand at the mirror and clutched his head. Hermione was right. This had to stop. Or Pansy would retailiate.
He pointed his wand at the mirror again and said, "Pansy Parkinson."
She was twirling around her room, holding a frilly pink dress to her. Her door crashed open and she screamed.
Draco, Millicent, and Robin marched in. They stood in front of her, arms crossed.
"What?" Pansy said pitifully.
"Why the hell did you have to go and do that, huh, Parkinson?" Draco sneered.
"But, Drakkie, you know that I couldn't let that little whore get away with humiliating me like that!"
"Don't you ever call-"
Robin interrupted him. "Kittie's retailiating. This is war."
Pansy grinned. "So you're going to be my little spies?"
Millicent snorted. "Hell no. We just thought you'd like to know that we're on her side."
"But your Slytherins! What ever happened to being like family?"
"Kittie's more of family than you are." Robin glared.
"And if you were ever anything like family, then you must get banged by a lot of your real cousins." Draco sneered again.
Pansy gaped.
"Just thought you'd like to know what you're up against." Millicent shrugged.
They gave Pansy a few seconds to let this sink in. Draco turned to the other two girls. "Let's go."
Harry pointed his wand at the mirror. Poor Pansy.
A owl suddenly flew in his window and landed next to Hedwig. Hedwig glared.
Harry took it's note and it didn't leave.
Harry-
I heard about you and Kittie. Now that you're single, want to have a butter beer with me? Please?
-Hannah oxoxoxoxoxox
Harry stared into space for a few seconds. He knew how he was going to affect this war. With a little help of Hannah.
He quickly wrote that he'd meet her in front of the school tomarrow and gave it to her owl.
He made a face at her letter.
What the hell did xoxoxoxoxoxo mean?
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Harry inwardly groaned as Hannah dragged him to the Three Broomsticks. Kittie had obviously heard of Hannah and had her own way of striking back.
He glared out of the corner of his eyes as Roger leaned forward to her and whispered something in a husky vioce.
Kittie responded shortly. Roger grinned and put his hand on her thigh.
Harry's toes curled and he tasted blood as he bit his lip. Kittie said something again and Roger yanked his hand back as though it was burned.
Hannah was desperatly calling for attention. Harry snapped back. "Huh,sorry?"
"I said that Dumbledore is throwing a spring ball in Easter vacation. Do you want to go with me?"
"Another Ball? Dumbledore is outdoing himself this year."
"I think the idea is great. So? Do you wanna go?"
Harry's eyes traveled to Kittie. She snorted into her cup as Roger said something. He felt his anger blaze.
"Sure. Want to dance?"
Very few couples were dancing but Hannah eagerly nodded and stood. She dragged him to the floor and lead the dance.
Kittie's eyes narrowed and she jumped up. Roger looked suprised and nodded, eargerly.
As they passed them, Kittie stuck out her foot and Hannah tripped, pulling Harry with her.
She giggled in embaressment and looked up at Kittie. She grinned innocently.
"Sorry about that. You really must pardon me and my clumsy footing. I really thought I knew this dance. But you seem to know this better. Have fun."
And Roger lead her away. Harry glared at her back. "That was rude." Hannah muttured, pulling herself up.
"You're still crazy about her, aren't you?" She asked, noticing Harry's lingering eyes.
"Huh? Of course not! She just tripped us! And besides, I'm with you!"
It took a few seconds for Harry to realize that she took it the wrong way and had her arms wrapped around him.
"Oh Harry! That's great! I'm going to buy you something! Something that says that you're taken. Um...how does another ring sound!Oh I'll see you in the castle!" She gave him a peck of the cheek and ran out, giggling.
A few students started to laugh. Kittie wasn't one of them. She glared angrily at him before grabbing Roger's face and kissing him on the lips. She said something sweetly, and ran out after Hannah.
Roger glared smuggly at Harry. Harry clentched his fists. Roger walked over and circled him.
"Figures. You're an idiot for losing Kittie over trash like Parkinson and Abbott."
Harry clentched his teeth and growled. "Figures you'd go for my sloppy seconds."
Roger stopped and crossed his arms. "Oh something will get sloppy when she comes back with me to my room tonight."
Harry snapped and his fist collided with Roger's jaw.
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Kittie groaned and sank a little in her seat. She knew he was watching her. He didn't stop. Hannah pulled him to a seat in the corner of the room.
Roger leaned forward and said,"That prick doesn't waste time, does he?"
Kittie glared. "May I remind you that I'm on a date, too?"
He grinned and she felt a hand on her thigh. He massaged it gently.
"If you want the use of your hand in the future, I suggest you take it off my thigh."
He yanked his hand back in suprise. "You are a feisty one aren't you?"
She didn't say anything. He seemed to find it a turn on when she spoke, even if it was to insult him. Her only reasoning was that he was drunk.
"Do you want to go to the ball with me?"
Kittie snorted into her cup in suprise. "What ball?"
"The spring ball!"
"We're having *another* ball?"
"Yeah, so do you want to go?"
Kittie watched as Harry stood up and began to dance with Hannah. She cletched her fist and turned to Roger.
"Sure."
She stood up quickly, suprising Roger. "Dance?"
Roger nodded eagerly.
As she passed Harry and Hannah, Hannah pressed herself a little closer to Harry. Kittie thought quick and stuck out her leg.
Hannah made a funny noise as she fell, but to Kittie's horror, dragged Harry down with her.
'Oops'. She thought and quickly hid it with an innocent grin.
"Sorry about that. You really must pardon me and my clumsy footing. I really thought I knew this dance. But you seem to know this better. Have fun."
Roger pulled her away as Harry glared. She heard Hannah mutter, "That was rude."
She looked over Roger's shoulders to see Harry stand up and say something quickly.
Hannah squealed and wrapped her arms around Harry's neck. His green eyes widened in suprise and Kittie dug her nails into Roger's shoulders.
"Ow!"
"Sorry."
They stopped dancing as Hannah squealed something so fast that Kittie didn't catch it and give him a peck before running out.
Harry turned to her. Their eyes caught for a second and Kittie felt a familiar twang in her stomach. She quickly turned to Roger and planted a kiss on his lips.
"I have to go. O.W.L.s, you know." And she ran after Hannah.
She could see her looking at men's rings in a jewelry shop.
Flinging her hair over her shoulder, she waltzed in. The owner quickly gave Hannah a box of rings and rushed to her side.
"Can I interest a pretty girl some pretty rings?"
"Men rings."
The owner made a face and ran to Hannah. "This girl is looking for a ring too. Help yourselves. I'll be in back, call me if you're done."
As he scrambled to the back, Hannah spun angrily to Kittie.
"Don't think you can buy Harry back with a ring, Silcia."
Kittie stiffened. "Don't think you can get Potter between the sheets with a ring. He's a lot harder than he looks. I'd know."
Hannah dropped the ring she was looking at and turned angrily to Kittie.
Kittie let out a yell of suprise as her ring burned her. The cat was mewing repeatedly. Kittie stared in shock at the ring. She didn't even remember putting it on.
What did Harry say happened when the ring burned? She took her wand out, making Hannah pull hers out too.
"I thought you chose fists over magic, Silcia." She sneered.
"I do." Kittie tapped the ring twice and it slipped off her finger, floating in midair.
Hannah gaped and Kittie quickly said, "I have better things to do than fight with you, Abbott. This isn't over."
She ran out of the shop and followed the ring towards the Three Broomsticks.
It hovered in front of the door and Kittie grabbed it and pulled it on again. She looked in the window to see Roger on top of Harry.
She gasped and ran in. She quickly pulled Roger off, but Harry took the opportunity to jump him again.
Kittie fell back as the boys continued to fight. Roger grabbed a chair and swung it back. Harry glared at him, daring him.
Just as he swung the chair forward, Kittie did the only thing she could think of.
She jumped in front of Harry. Harry noticed this and wrapped his arms around her, turning his back to Roger.
The chair exploded against his back and he yelled.
The ring stopped burning. He fell to the floor in front of Kittie, who was standing there in suprise. She immediatly fell to her knees and turned him over.
He groaned but Kittie put a finger to his lips. She turned to Roger. "Get a teacher!"
He turned and ran, shouting for McGonagall. Kittie inspected Harry's arm. She lifted it slightly, and he yelled again.
"Broken shoulder." She muttured. She pulled out her wand and his eyes widened. The room held it's breath.
Kittie rolled her eyes. "Help him find a teacher!" She yelled. "And most of you should go on to the castle, anyways." No one moved.
She lost her temper. "NOW!!" Everyone, including Harry, jumped.
Soon there was nearly no one there. "Ow." Harry moaned.
"Broken shoulders don't tickle, Potter."
"It's not that. You yelled in my ear."
Kittie laughed, suprising herself. "Sorry."
She pointed her wand at his shoulder and watched as it mended. Harry hissed in pain. She offered him her cloak to bite on.
When it was finished, Harry lifted his arm to inspect it. He spat out her cloak. "Where did you learn to heal?"
"Remus."
"Figures."
"Why?"
"In my third year-"
Kittie cut him off. "Is this going to be a long story?"
"Maybe.."
"Then save it. Here comes Pomfrey." She helped him up, just as Madame Pomfrey came in.
"Let me see him. Let me see him."
She pulled out her wand and conjured a stretcher. She shoved him on it.
"But Kittie already-"
"Oh Harry! Are you alright? What did that witch do to you?!"
Hannah ran over and began feeling his forehead, as though he had a fever. Kittie shook her head in disbelief.
"She didn't do anything! She just healed my-"
"Hush, Mr. Potter! I'm going to take you to the Hospital Wing." Madame Pomfrey bustled out, the stretcher with Harry on it behind her.
Hannah pulled out her wand and pointed it between Kittie's eyes.
"What did you do to him?!"
"Nothing."
"Liar! You probely started the fight!"
"I left when you did!"
"So?"
"They were fighting when I came back!"
Hannah snorted. Kittie crossed her arms. "Are you going to fight back, Silcia?"
"I don't need to."
"What?"
Kittie's foot hit Hannah's hand and her wand flew out of her grip. Kittie caught it. She pointed it back at her.
"Look, I have to get back to the castle. I won't curse what little brains you have out, if you don't curse me on the way out. Deal?"
Hannah's eyes were crossing, staring at the point of the wand. Kittie fought to keep her face straight. She nodded slowly.
Kittie threw her wand back and grabbed her cloak. She gave her a short salute before leaving.
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MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Ok. Review! Believe it or not! I still need revenge ideas!
Disclaimers:I don't own anything. So you can't sue me! neener neener neener!
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"Come on, Harry! Put them up!" Harry raised his fists.
"Problem number one. Protect your face." Kittie adjusted his fists.
"Kittie?"
"Hmm?"
"You're not going to kill me are you?"
They were in a deserted classroom that Harry didn't recognize. Kittie seemed to know where they were and she was attempting to teach him how to throw a correct punch.
"If you don't put your fists back where I just put them, I will."
Harry put his fist back by his face. "And your fists are all wrong."
"What? They're fists!"
"No, this is the way I held them when I broke your nose. It broke my knuckles, remember?"
"Do I remember you breaking my nose?"
"Shut up and put your thumb out like this."
Harry tried to put his fists in her postion. He threw his hands down in frustration.
"Can't you just teach me how to throw a knife?"
"You have to learn speed first, Harry."
"I know speed!"
Harry didn't have time to duck. Her hand shot out and slapped him.
"What was that for?!"
"Until you can block that, you'll continue to learn my way. Understand?"
"Yeah, yeah."
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As April came around, spring did weird things for Kittie. Her hair was blood-red during the day but brown at night. It began to curl outwards, and Kittie was always found in the common room, trying to straighten it again.
Ginny's hair went so red, it was nearly orange, as much time she was outside.
Hermione gave in and let Kittie play with her hair. It was now long and usually braided or in tread locks.
They threw a feast, celebrating the first official day of spring. Harry drank at least a gallon of pumpkin juice before Hermione informed him there was no alcohol in it.
It was a hour after it started when Harry's vision began to blur.
"I thought it didn't have any alcohol in it, Her-" But Harry couldn't finish. The room started to spin and he clutched his head.
"Harry?" Someone's vioce echoed in a far chamber in his head and he suddenly felt sick.
Standing up quickly, he muttured a stupid excuse, and ran out of the Great Hall.
He slid down to the floor as he came to a deserted corridor. He took a few deep breaths that didn't help.
The walls felt like they were swirling around him. He couldn't focus.
Someone tapped his shoulder. He looked up and tried to focus on the figure.
She pulled her dark hair back and cupped his face. The room stopped spinning immediatly and his vision cleared.
Kittie gave him a small smile. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah. I don't know what happ-"
But she kissed him suddenly. Harry blinked in suprise at the roughness of her kiss. They were usually soft and tempting.
Something smeared over his lips and trailed down his neck.
"When did you start to wear lipstick?"
She didn't answer and instead grabbed his collar and pulled him up. She was being rough and way too fast. By this time she pressed herself against the wall and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Harry nearly sagged by her new weight. He assumed that it had something to do with her new diet and adjusted.
Someone cleared their throat. Harry pulled himself off Kittie to stare angrily at...
"Kittie?"
She crossed her arms. Her eyes were glowing yellow and hawk-like. Harry gaped. "What's going on?" He asked.
"Do you mind?" The first Kittie said rudely.
"I could pose you the same question, Potter."
Potter?
"But I'll leave you and Parkinson alone." Her vioce dripped with venom and sarcasim.
Harry's head spun again. He sank down to the floor. The first Kittie gave a small scream and tumbled at the second's Kittie's feet.
Everything cleared again and Pansy, lipstick smeared, looked up at Kittie whose eyes were still glowing yellow.
Kittie's foot collided against Pansy's stomach and she screamed.
She spun on her heel and angrily marched towards the tower, leaving Harry, still confused, against the wall, and Pansy, rolling around clutching her stomach, behind her.
"Kittie! Wait!"
He forced himself onto his feet and, head still spinning, chased after her. She spun around and threw something white-hot at him. He hit the floor and looked up at her.
In her hand was another white fire ball. She closed her fists and the glow died beneath her fingers.
"I didn't tell you everything in my line, Potter."
"Veela?!"
Her eyes glowed brighter and she continued towards Griffindor Tower.
She wasn't going to win that easy. Harry pushed himself up and tackled her to the ground.
Her nails shot out again, and trailed down his cheek. Three, long gashes bled on his face.
She slipped out from under him, as he grabbed his face.
Kittie didn't turn around as she turned to the stairs.
"Kittie! You know I wouldn't have done that to you on purpose!"
She stopped and spun around. Her eyes weren't yellow anymore, but they were still flashing.
"On purpose? For someone who can live through all of the Unforgivable Curses, you can't resist a bag of shit?!"
"I swear I don't know what-"
"That's not going to cut it, Potter!"
She gave him one last icey glare before ascending the stairs.
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Harry tried more than once to get Kittie to talk to him throughout the next week. He was giving Madame Pomfrey something to do.
"You know, Mr. Potter, most boys would have taken the hint by now." She said as she healed the new gashes on his neck. Harry didn't answer and tried to figure out how he was going to get her to talk to him, without anymore bodily injuries.
Ron was trying to help. But he, too, ended up more than once with gashes trailing his face. Kittie seemed to want to aviod breaking her knuckles again.
Harry sat on the edge of his bed and pointed his wand at the mirror again.
Kittie flopped on her bed as Hermione finished her joke. She laughed.
Something fluttered onto her window.
Hedwig. Yet another attempt from Harry to get her to talk to him.
Hermione bit her lip as they both stared at her. Hedwig nervously fidgeted as she held her leg out to Kittie.
Kittie sighed and took the rolled-up parchment from her leg. She threw an owl treat to Hegwig and scratched her neck gently.
She unrolled the parchment a made a face. She threw the parchment into the fireplace. Harry felt his face fall.
"His poetry sucks." She scoffed to Hermione. Hedwig paced nervously.
"He wants a answer,does he?" Kittie grabbed a clean piece of parchment and scribbled something down. She rolled it up and gave it to Hedwig. She nipped her gently and flew out of the window.
Seconds later, Hedwig flew into his window and landed on the bed in front of him.
Harry unrolled to parchment.
Potter-
Don't talk to me,
you're just wasting air.
Don't look at me,
it gets to wear.
If you write again,
in the fire you go,
because you're wasting my time.
And your poetry blows!
-Kittie Silcia
Harry couldn't help but laugh. How could she have such a way with words?
He looked back into the mirror to see Ginny bouncing restlessly on Kittie's bed.
"I wanna do something!" She whined. Hermione shushed her.
"I'm sure Kittie doesn't feel like doing anything after Parkinson-"
"No!" Kittie said suddenly. "I'm not going to mope around over that git."
Both Ginny and Hermione bit their lips. Kittie stood up. "I want revenge."
Ginny cheered, but Hermione blanched. "But you're even! It's over!"
"No, public embarressment and shame, is nothing compared to her shit. And I'm not standing for it."
Hermione stood up. "I'm not standing for it either!" When she realized she was standing, she sat down again. "Kittie! This has to stop!"
"I'm just evening the odds, Hermione. Are you with me?"
"Of course not!" Kittie cocked her eyebrows and she sighed. "But I'm not against you either. Just don't expect my help."
"Deal." Ginny jumped up and pulled Kittie into the corridor.
"We have to do something slightly more complex than panty raids and public humiliation."
Kittie grinned. "What did you have in mind?"
Ginny leaned forward and whispered something. Kittie nodded excitedly. "On to Grandma's house we go, then!"
They hooked arms and stalked off, hilariously.
Harry pointed his wand at the mirror and clutched his head. Hermione was right. This had to stop. Or Pansy would retailiate.
He pointed his wand at the mirror again and said, "Pansy Parkinson."
She was twirling around her room, holding a frilly pink dress to her. Her door crashed open and she screamed.
Draco, Millicent, and Robin marched in. They stood in front of her, arms crossed.
"What?" Pansy said pitifully.
"Why the hell did you have to go and do that, huh, Parkinson?" Draco sneered.
"But, Drakkie, you know that I couldn't let that little whore get away with humiliating me like that!"
"Don't you ever call-"
Robin interrupted him. "Kittie's retailiating. This is war."
Pansy grinned. "So you're going to be my little spies?"
Millicent snorted. "Hell no. We just thought you'd like to know that we're on her side."
"But your Slytherins! What ever happened to being like family?"
"Kittie's more of family than you are." Robin glared.
"And if you were ever anything like family, then you must get banged by a lot of your real cousins." Draco sneered again.
Pansy gaped.
"Just thought you'd like to know what you're up against." Millicent shrugged.
They gave Pansy a few seconds to let this sink in. Draco turned to the other two girls. "Let's go."
Harry pointed his wand at the mirror. Poor Pansy.
A owl suddenly flew in his window and landed next to Hedwig. Hedwig glared.
Harry took it's note and it didn't leave.
Harry-
I heard about you and Kittie. Now that you're single, want to have a butter beer with me? Please?
-Hannah oxoxoxoxoxox
Harry stared into space for a few seconds. He knew how he was going to affect this war. With a little help of Hannah.
He quickly wrote that he'd meet her in front of the school tomarrow and gave it to her owl.
He made a face at her letter.
What the hell did xoxoxoxoxoxo mean?
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Harry inwardly groaned as Hannah dragged him to the Three Broomsticks. Kittie had obviously heard of Hannah and had her own way of striking back.
He glared out of the corner of his eyes as Roger leaned forward to her and whispered something in a husky vioce.
Kittie responded shortly. Roger grinned and put his hand on her thigh.
Harry's toes curled and he tasted blood as he bit his lip. Kittie said something again and Roger yanked his hand back as though it was burned.
Hannah was desperatly calling for attention. Harry snapped back. "Huh,sorry?"
"I said that Dumbledore is throwing a spring ball in Easter vacation. Do you want to go with me?"
"Another Ball? Dumbledore is outdoing himself this year."
"I think the idea is great. So? Do you wanna go?"
Harry's eyes traveled to Kittie. She snorted into her cup as Roger said something. He felt his anger blaze.
"Sure. Want to dance?"
Very few couples were dancing but Hannah eagerly nodded and stood. She dragged him to the floor and lead the dance.
Kittie's eyes narrowed and she jumped up. Roger looked suprised and nodded, eargerly.
As they passed them, Kittie stuck out her foot and Hannah tripped, pulling Harry with her.
She giggled in embaressment and looked up at Kittie. She grinned innocently.
"Sorry about that. You really must pardon me and my clumsy footing. I really thought I knew this dance. But you seem to know this better. Have fun."
And Roger lead her away. Harry glared at her back. "That was rude." Hannah muttured, pulling herself up.
"You're still crazy about her, aren't you?" She asked, noticing Harry's lingering eyes.
"Huh? Of course not! She just tripped us! And besides, I'm with you!"
It took a few seconds for Harry to realize that she took it the wrong way and had her arms wrapped around him.
"Oh Harry! That's great! I'm going to buy you something! Something that says that you're taken. Um...how does another ring sound!Oh I'll see you in the castle!" She gave him a peck of the cheek and ran out, giggling.
A few students started to laugh. Kittie wasn't one of them. She glared angrily at him before grabbing Roger's face and kissing him on the lips. She said something sweetly, and ran out after Hannah.
Roger glared smuggly at Harry. Harry clentched his fists. Roger walked over and circled him.
"Figures. You're an idiot for losing Kittie over trash like Parkinson and Abbott."
Harry clentched his teeth and growled. "Figures you'd go for my sloppy seconds."
Roger stopped and crossed his arms. "Oh something will get sloppy when she comes back with me to my room tonight."
Harry snapped and his fist collided with Roger's jaw.
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Kittie groaned and sank a little in her seat. She knew he was watching her. He didn't stop. Hannah pulled him to a seat in the corner of the room.
Roger leaned forward and said,"That prick doesn't waste time, does he?"
Kittie glared. "May I remind you that I'm on a date, too?"
He grinned and she felt a hand on her thigh. He massaged it gently.
"If you want the use of your hand in the future, I suggest you take it off my thigh."
He yanked his hand back in suprise. "You are a feisty one aren't you?"
She didn't say anything. He seemed to find it a turn on when she spoke, even if it was to insult him. Her only reasoning was that he was drunk.
"Do you want to go to the ball with me?"
Kittie snorted into her cup in suprise. "What ball?"
"The spring ball!"
"We're having *another* ball?"
"Yeah, so do you want to go?"
Kittie watched as Harry stood up and began to dance with Hannah. She cletched her fist and turned to Roger.
"Sure."
She stood up quickly, suprising Roger. "Dance?"
Roger nodded eagerly.
As she passed Harry and Hannah, Hannah pressed herself a little closer to Harry. Kittie thought quick and stuck out her leg.
Hannah made a funny noise as she fell, but to Kittie's horror, dragged Harry down with her.
'Oops'. She thought and quickly hid it with an innocent grin.
"Sorry about that. You really must pardon me and my clumsy footing. I really thought I knew this dance. But you seem to know this better. Have fun."
Roger pulled her away as Harry glared. She heard Hannah mutter, "That was rude."
She looked over Roger's shoulders to see Harry stand up and say something quickly.
Hannah squealed and wrapped her arms around Harry's neck. His green eyes widened in suprise and Kittie dug her nails into Roger's shoulders.
"Ow!"
"Sorry."
They stopped dancing as Hannah squealed something so fast that Kittie didn't catch it and give him a peck before running out.
Harry turned to her. Their eyes caught for a second and Kittie felt a familiar twang in her stomach. She quickly turned to Roger and planted a kiss on his lips.
"I have to go. O.W.L.s, you know." And she ran after Hannah.
She could see her looking at men's rings in a jewelry shop.
Flinging her hair over her shoulder, she waltzed in. The owner quickly gave Hannah a box of rings and rushed to her side.
"Can I interest a pretty girl some pretty rings?"
"Men rings."
The owner made a face and ran to Hannah. "This girl is looking for a ring too. Help yourselves. I'll be in back, call me if you're done."
As he scrambled to the back, Hannah spun angrily to Kittie.
"Don't think you can buy Harry back with a ring, Silcia."
Kittie stiffened. "Don't think you can get Potter between the sheets with a ring. He's a lot harder than he looks. I'd know."
Hannah dropped the ring she was looking at and turned angrily to Kittie.
Kittie let out a yell of suprise as her ring burned her. The cat was mewing repeatedly. Kittie stared in shock at the ring. She didn't even remember putting it on.
What did Harry say happened when the ring burned? She took her wand out, making Hannah pull hers out too.
"I thought you chose fists over magic, Silcia." She sneered.
"I do." Kittie tapped the ring twice and it slipped off her finger, floating in midair.
Hannah gaped and Kittie quickly said, "I have better things to do than fight with you, Abbott. This isn't over."
She ran out of the shop and followed the ring towards the Three Broomsticks.
It hovered in front of the door and Kittie grabbed it and pulled it on again. She looked in the window to see Roger on top of Harry.
She gasped and ran in. She quickly pulled Roger off, but Harry took the opportunity to jump him again.
Kittie fell back as the boys continued to fight. Roger grabbed a chair and swung it back. Harry glared at him, daring him.
Just as he swung the chair forward, Kittie did the only thing she could think of.
She jumped in front of Harry. Harry noticed this and wrapped his arms around her, turning his back to Roger.
The chair exploded against his back and he yelled.
The ring stopped burning. He fell to the floor in front of Kittie, who was standing there in suprise. She immediatly fell to her knees and turned him over.
He groaned but Kittie put a finger to his lips. She turned to Roger. "Get a teacher!"
He turned and ran, shouting for McGonagall. Kittie inspected Harry's arm. She lifted it slightly, and he yelled again.
"Broken shoulder." She muttured. She pulled out her wand and his eyes widened. The room held it's breath.
Kittie rolled her eyes. "Help him find a teacher!" She yelled. "And most of you should go on to the castle, anyways." No one moved.
She lost her temper. "NOW!!" Everyone, including Harry, jumped.
Soon there was nearly no one there. "Ow." Harry moaned.
"Broken shoulders don't tickle, Potter."
"It's not that. You yelled in my ear."
Kittie laughed, suprising herself. "Sorry."
She pointed her wand at his shoulder and watched as it mended. Harry hissed in pain. She offered him her cloak to bite on.
When it was finished, Harry lifted his arm to inspect it. He spat out her cloak. "Where did you learn to heal?"
"Remus."
"Figures."
"Why?"
"In my third year-"
Kittie cut him off. "Is this going to be a long story?"
"Maybe.."
"Then save it. Here comes Pomfrey." She helped him up, just as Madame Pomfrey came in.
"Let me see him. Let me see him."
She pulled out her wand and conjured a stretcher. She shoved him on it.
"But Kittie already-"
"Oh Harry! Are you alright? What did that witch do to you?!"
Hannah ran over and began feeling his forehead, as though he had a fever. Kittie shook her head in disbelief.
"She didn't do anything! She just healed my-"
"Hush, Mr. Potter! I'm going to take you to the Hospital Wing." Madame Pomfrey bustled out, the stretcher with Harry on it behind her.
Hannah pulled out her wand and pointed it between Kittie's eyes.
"What did you do to him?!"
"Nothing."
"Liar! You probely started the fight!"
"I left when you did!"
"So?"
"They were fighting when I came back!"
Hannah snorted. Kittie crossed her arms. "Are you going to fight back, Silcia?"
"I don't need to."
"What?"
Kittie's foot hit Hannah's hand and her wand flew out of her grip. Kittie caught it. She pointed it back at her.
"Look, I have to get back to the castle. I won't curse what little brains you have out, if you don't curse me on the way out. Deal?"
Hannah's eyes were crossing, staring at the point of the wand. Kittie fought to keep her face straight. She nodded slowly.
Kittie threw her wand back and grabbed her cloak. She gave her a short salute before leaving.
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MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Ok. Review! Believe it or not! I still need revenge ideas!