Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. He and all his friends belong to the
talented J.K. Rowling.
A few days after the Halloween, Aubrey received her first kiss.
Alan owled her, asking to meet her outside the Herbology Greenhouse.
After reading the note and sending off her reply (yes) Aubrey went up to her dorm to put something nice on.
Alan Grace was one of the most sought-after boys at Hogwarts.She couldn't just go in plain black robes!
"What's up, Brey?"
Aubrey turned to see Whitney lounging on her bed, reading the latest addition of 'Teen Witch'.
"Oh, I was just changing! Alan Grace-you know, the scrumptious blond guy- just asked me to meet him by the Herbology Greenhouse! Something about getting help in a class." Aubrey said quickly, throwing on some mauve colored robes and her black trench coat.
Immediately Whitney's cheerful expression went sour.
"Oh, him?" She asked, sitting up daintily. "What would you want with him?"
"Oh, what wouldn't I? He's only the best looking guy here.And my main crush!" Aubrey decided not to tell Whitney about Midas.
"Really, now?" Whitney asked, an eyebrow arching in a way her father's often did in Potions.
Aubrey nodded vigorously.
"Oh, yeah. I mean, with that adorable smile and that silky golden hair? Don't you like him?"
Whitney shook her head.
"You know, he isn't the only guy who likes you." She said quietly, as if trying to send Aubrey a message.
"He isn't?" Aubrey asked, genuinely surprised.
"No, he isn't. Don't you notice the way boys look at you? Like you're a Firebolt 8000? Or that someone's always there to defend you when Macnair tries to pick on you? It's because they like you, Aubrey, they like you!"
"But I don't know why!" Aubrey said, hardly believing her friend.
"Oh, for heaven's sake, Brey! Are you blind? Take a look in the mirror!" Whitney said, her usually pale skin flushing.
Suddenly, though, she calmed.
"Well, have a good time." Whitney muttered.
Before Aubrey could ask Whitney if she looked alright, her friend had leapt from her bed and raced down the stairs.
Aubrey gave a mental shrug before twisting her hair up into a bun and prancing down the stairs.
"Bye, Whitney!" She called to her friend.
Whitney was too busy talking to Midas (who looked positively ill) to wave goodbye.
Midas, however, whipped his head around and watched Aubrey walk out the portrait hole, before storming up the stairs to his dorm.
For a moment, Aubrey paused, wishing that she could comfort the so obviously vexed boy.
But then she remembered Alan (who actually saw her as a girl) and raced off towards the Greenhouse. ***
As Aubrey walked towards the Greenhouse, her boots crunching the layer of frost preceding the soon-to-come winter snow.
Her breath came out in clouds of mist and her heart beat faster and faster as she neared her destination.
Finally she saw Alan, leaning on the glass Greenhouse, looking better than ever.
After taking a deep breath, Aubrey stepped into the Greenhouse clearing and waved to Alan, who grinned and came to meet her.
"Aubrey! Glad you could make it." He said in his soft, dreamy, soothing voice.
Aubrey smiled back and clapped her glove covered hands together.
"So, you said you needed help? With what? After all, I'm only a first year. How could I ever help you?"
Alan gave her a meaningful look before taking a deep breath and saying, "You can give me a kiss."
Aubrey gasped but before she could utter anything he had pressed his lips against hers.
Aubrey's mind was reeling.
Her first kiss.
She was getting her first kiss, right now, from Alan Grace, one of the most handsome boys she knew.
Aubrey felt totally serene.
When Alan broke away a couple of moments later, Aubrey was speechless.
"I like you, Aubrey Potter. I.I hope you like me too." He muttered, seeming for all the world like a nervous first year who had just kissed the most attractive fifth year at Hogwarts, instead of it being the other way around.
"Yeah, Alan, I like you too." Aubrey murmured, blushing when Alan took her hand and they began to walk back to school.
Everything was going well, when all of a sudden, a black blur ran into Alan and Aubrey.
"Bloody hell! Watch where you're going!" Alan cried, helping Aubrey up and glaring at the crumpled figure on the ground.
"Er, sorry 'bout that." The figure muttered, picking itself up.
It was, of all people, Midas.
From the deep rose color Aubrey saw on his cheeks, she knew he had witnessed the kiss.
Strange thing was that he didn't look disgusted to see his little sister's best friend kissing, or angry that someone had made a move on a girl he considered a little sister.No, Midas looked crushed.
Before Aubrey could ask him what was the matter, Midas had mumbled a brief apology and darted off towards the school, probably to visit his father in the dungeons.
"Strange guy." Alan muttered, his eyebrows raised.
"Yeah." Was all Aubrey could say.
That was strange, two out of three of the Snape children running off on her like that.
"Well, we might as well keep walking." Alan suggested, and for a moment Aubrey forgot all about Midas and Whitney acting weirdly and walked across the Hogwarts grounds with Alan, a serene happiness surrounding her.
A few days after the Halloween, Aubrey received her first kiss.
Alan owled her, asking to meet her outside the Herbology Greenhouse.
After reading the note and sending off her reply (yes) Aubrey went up to her dorm to put something nice on.
Alan Grace was one of the most sought-after boys at Hogwarts.She couldn't just go in plain black robes!
"What's up, Brey?"
Aubrey turned to see Whitney lounging on her bed, reading the latest addition of 'Teen Witch'.
"Oh, I was just changing! Alan Grace-you know, the scrumptious blond guy- just asked me to meet him by the Herbology Greenhouse! Something about getting help in a class." Aubrey said quickly, throwing on some mauve colored robes and her black trench coat.
Immediately Whitney's cheerful expression went sour.
"Oh, him?" She asked, sitting up daintily. "What would you want with him?"
"Oh, what wouldn't I? He's only the best looking guy here.And my main crush!" Aubrey decided not to tell Whitney about Midas.
"Really, now?" Whitney asked, an eyebrow arching in a way her father's often did in Potions.
Aubrey nodded vigorously.
"Oh, yeah. I mean, with that adorable smile and that silky golden hair? Don't you like him?"
Whitney shook her head.
"You know, he isn't the only guy who likes you." She said quietly, as if trying to send Aubrey a message.
"He isn't?" Aubrey asked, genuinely surprised.
"No, he isn't. Don't you notice the way boys look at you? Like you're a Firebolt 8000? Or that someone's always there to defend you when Macnair tries to pick on you? It's because they like you, Aubrey, they like you!"
"But I don't know why!" Aubrey said, hardly believing her friend.
"Oh, for heaven's sake, Brey! Are you blind? Take a look in the mirror!" Whitney said, her usually pale skin flushing.
Suddenly, though, she calmed.
"Well, have a good time." Whitney muttered.
Before Aubrey could ask Whitney if she looked alright, her friend had leapt from her bed and raced down the stairs.
Aubrey gave a mental shrug before twisting her hair up into a bun and prancing down the stairs.
"Bye, Whitney!" She called to her friend.
Whitney was too busy talking to Midas (who looked positively ill) to wave goodbye.
Midas, however, whipped his head around and watched Aubrey walk out the portrait hole, before storming up the stairs to his dorm.
For a moment, Aubrey paused, wishing that she could comfort the so obviously vexed boy.
But then she remembered Alan (who actually saw her as a girl) and raced off towards the Greenhouse. ***
As Aubrey walked towards the Greenhouse, her boots crunching the layer of frost preceding the soon-to-come winter snow.
Her breath came out in clouds of mist and her heart beat faster and faster as she neared her destination.
Finally she saw Alan, leaning on the glass Greenhouse, looking better than ever.
After taking a deep breath, Aubrey stepped into the Greenhouse clearing and waved to Alan, who grinned and came to meet her.
"Aubrey! Glad you could make it." He said in his soft, dreamy, soothing voice.
Aubrey smiled back and clapped her glove covered hands together.
"So, you said you needed help? With what? After all, I'm only a first year. How could I ever help you?"
Alan gave her a meaningful look before taking a deep breath and saying, "You can give me a kiss."
Aubrey gasped but before she could utter anything he had pressed his lips against hers.
Aubrey's mind was reeling.
Her first kiss.
She was getting her first kiss, right now, from Alan Grace, one of the most handsome boys she knew.
Aubrey felt totally serene.
When Alan broke away a couple of moments later, Aubrey was speechless.
"I like you, Aubrey Potter. I.I hope you like me too." He muttered, seeming for all the world like a nervous first year who had just kissed the most attractive fifth year at Hogwarts, instead of it being the other way around.
"Yeah, Alan, I like you too." Aubrey murmured, blushing when Alan took her hand and they began to walk back to school.
Everything was going well, when all of a sudden, a black blur ran into Alan and Aubrey.
"Bloody hell! Watch where you're going!" Alan cried, helping Aubrey up and glaring at the crumpled figure on the ground.
"Er, sorry 'bout that." The figure muttered, picking itself up.
It was, of all people, Midas.
From the deep rose color Aubrey saw on his cheeks, she knew he had witnessed the kiss.
Strange thing was that he didn't look disgusted to see his little sister's best friend kissing, or angry that someone had made a move on a girl he considered a little sister.No, Midas looked crushed.
Before Aubrey could ask him what was the matter, Midas had mumbled a brief apology and darted off towards the school, probably to visit his father in the dungeons.
"Strange guy." Alan muttered, his eyebrows raised.
"Yeah." Was all Aubrey could say.
That was strange, two out of three of the Snape children running off on her like that.
"Well, we might as well keep walking." Alan suggested, and for a moment Aubrey forgot all about Midas and Whitney acting weirdly and walked across the Hogwarts grounds with Alan, a serene happiness surrounding her.