Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything related to him... (rub it in why don't ya?)
A/N: Chapter 4! I'm so proud of myself. This chapter is just a little run-in between Sheila and Harry.
Let Go
Chapter 4:
The Bathroom Fiasco
There was only word you could truly use to describe the beginning-of-the-year feast and that was delicious. During dinner, Sheila and Harry weren't on speaking terms, but were still mature enough to tolerate each other for the sake of an enjoyable meal.
"Ugh, I'm so full." Ron said, holding his bulging stomach. The four stuffed teens were walking (well actually wobbling) slowly towards the Gryffindor Tower. They finally reached it and stood outside the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Password?" Hermione, (who was a Prefect this year) stepped forward. "Treacle Pudding." "NO! No more food!" Ron groaned from his place against the wall. The portrait swung open to reveal the entrance to the common room. They crawled in, quietly.
"Well, I'm off to bed." Sheila and Harry said, simultaneously. Harry glared at Sheila, who in turn, glared back. "Good-night, Ron. Hermione." He said, stiffly, before stomping up to the Boy's Prefect room. (A/N: yeah... I made him a prefect too... although I don't think you can have more than one from each house... oh well...)
The remaining three stared after him. "Don't worry about him, Sheila." Hermione said. "Yeah. He'll eventually come around." Ron added. Sheila sighed. "I hope so... I'm going to bed." She started up the steps, then turned around. "Aren't you two coming?" Ron and Hermione looked at each other and grinned. "No, we're going to play a quick game of Wizard's Chess." Sheila nodded although she was a tad-bit suspicious. "Ok. Good-night then." "'Night." They called after her.
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Sheila opened the door to the Girl's Prefect bedroom. (No, she wasn't a Prefect but, as a teacher/student, she had special privileges and was allowed to room with Hermione.) Slipping out of her bulky school clothes, she put on her red and gold striped PJ pants and red tank top. She swept her hair into a clip and, grabbing a towel and her toothbrush, made her way towards the lavish Prefect bathroom.
"What are you doing in here?!" She cried out in surprise. Harry, who was flossing his teeth in front of the only sink in the bathroom, looked at her through the reflection in the mirror. "I happen to be a school prefect. I'm allowed to be in here." He set down the floss and spit. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Annoyed, she placed her hands on her hips. "Well, I happen to be a school teacher." She said in mock-tone. "I'm allowed to be in here too." She sauntered over to the sink and ran her toothbrush under the tap.
"What are you doing?" He asked. "I'm brushing my teeth. What does it look like I'm doing?" She said, her voice as icy as the water she was running her toothbrush under. "It looks to me like you're invading my space. So, if you don't mind, could you step off a little? I was here first." She narrowed her eyes at him and he smirked back.
"Ugh, didn't your parents ever teach you how to share?" She asked. "How dare you talk about my parents!!" He yelled, but upon seeing her frightened expression, his face softened a bit. He cleared his throat. "Sorry. It's just... my parents died when I was a baby." He said, quietly. "Mine too." He looked at her, a little surprised, and they smiled weakly at each other. 'We're actually having a pleasant moment together.' Sheila thought. She reached for the toothpaste, and (at the exact same moment) so did Harry.
"Excuse you! Let go!" She screamed. She was holding the bottom end of the tube, he had the top, and each of them were tugging hard to gain possession of it. "I was here first, so I should be able to brush my teeth first! So you let go!" "Fine, you greedy little git! Here!" Sheila let go of the toothpaste and Harry stumbled backwards, catching the sink just in time to save him from a painful and embarrassing fall.
"I'm going to bed!" She yelled. "Fine! I am too!" He retorted, throwing the toothpaste in the sink. "Fine! You do that!" "Maybe I will!" They both looked ready to tear each other's heads off. "Aargh!!!" They cried in unison and with that, stomped furiously towards their bedroom and slammed the doors behind them.
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(A/N: This part is done between Sheila and Harry simultaneously. Their both in their rooms, angry, and are pacing around, yelling at nothing in particular. Got it? Good... on with the story!)
Sheila: Can't a girl brush her teeth in peace. God, he's such a-
Harry: bitch! She always has something to say. And the way she narrows her eyes at me all the time is enough to make me-
Sheila: want to puke. *sigh* Although they are a really pretty shade-
Harry: of green. And the way her hair looks good-
Sheila: even after the wind has blown through it. *giggle* And the boy is-
Harry: funny. I love the way she laughs and her smile is-
Sheila: simply gorgeous. *another sigh* I want to be his-
Harry: friend, but for some reason she-
Sheila: hates me...
They plopped down on their beds, placing a pillow over their faces and, taking a deep breath (with all their anger and frustration vented into it) screamed... loud...
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(A/N: This part is taking place during the Harry/Sheila unison thingy. Still got it? Good! On with the story!)
Upon hearing the doors slam, Ron and Hermione shook their heads. "Would you look at that? It's only the first day back and Harry has already made a new friend." He chuckled. "Do you think they'll ever end up like us?" She asked as she ran her hand through his red hair. He grabbed her hand and kissed it, their fingers intertwining. "What? You mean in love?" She nodded, then kissed him. *Screams from upstairs* They pulled away from each other and smirked "Nah!"
A/N: Ooh... sparks are flying between the Boy-Who-Lived and Sheila... No, wait or are those hexes?... Anyway, you know what to do now, review please! Thanks! (Oh, and yes Ron and Hermione are together in case you didn't figure that out...)