(A/N: Okay, so you liked the first chapter? Well here's the next
installment.it's set a week after the first chapter. Everything belongs to
JK Rowling. Please read and review! Luv, flutterby)
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Hazel woke up in her warm, four-poster bed. Beside her, the other girls in her dormitory were also just awake. Hazel got up and dressed in her school robes, then went into the bathroom they all shared. She decided to leave her auburn hair down, and then applied her favorite passion fruit lip- gloss.
"That smells good!" exclaimed Parvati, who had come in behind her. "Are you done in here?"
"Yep," said Hazel, as she left the bathroom. Parvati and Lavender were all right, except for the fact that they were totally obsessed with boys and make-up. Not that Hazel wasn't, but they were a little over-the- top.
"Coming down to breakfast?" asked Hermione.
"You bet!" Hazel answered, grabbing her wand on the way; seven inch hawthorn wood, with a phoenix feather. She followed Hermione through the common room and down many flights of stairs to the Great Hall. They sat down at their house table, beside Harry and Ron.
"Quidditch try-outs today," announced Harry. "We have three new positions to fill this year, since Wood left, as well as Katie and Alicia. You guys gonna try out?"
"Uh, I might," said Ron. "I'm not that great though."
"Try out anyway," suggested Hazel, "I'm going to."
"Really?" asked Harry. "Have you got a broom?"
"Yep. It's a Starfire, the latest North American model. A little faster than the Firebolt, I believe, although not as good at turning."
"Well the try-outs are at ten, in study block. See you there!" Harry and Ron left for Potions class, soon followed by the rest of the fifth year Gryffindors: Hermione, Hazel, Lavender, Parvati, Dean, Seamus, and Neville.
They all made their way to the dungeons, where Snape and the Slytherins awaited them.
"We always get stuck with the Slytherins for Potions," Hermione whispered in Hazel's ear. "I think Snape's behind it."
Hazel giggled, then sat at a workbench with Hermione. They had trouble getting through Potions, with Snape hovering over their every move. Neville, unfortunately, managed to spill the Floppawax potion all over himself, causing his muscles to become stiff as wax. He had to be carried off to the hospital wing.
Halfway through class, Hazel was trying to cut Bericka plants with a dull knife when she gazed around in frustration. She happened to look over to the other side of the classroom, where sat Draco Malfoy and his buddy Gregory Goyle. But Hazel had not met them yet, so did not know their names. All she knew was that sitting on the bench over there was a guy with smooth, silky blonde hair and cold blue-grey eyes. His every feature was perfect, and Hazel was entranced.
She nudged Hermione. "Who's that guy over there with the blonde hair?"
"That, my friend, is none other than the slimiest, nastiest, dirtiest little stuck-up boy to ever walk the planet!" replied Hermione with vehemence. "His name is Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."
She spat the words like they were a personal insult, a curse, a pile of dirt not to fit to be spoken of. Instead of acting surprised, as she felt, Hazel decided to keep her eye on Draco, and see what happened.
(A/N: Sorry to interrupt the story, but I have to put a song in here. It's Avril Lavigne, Sk8erboi, but adapted to fit the story.
*** He was a boy, she was a girl, can I make it anymore obvious***
***He was a Slytherin, she was a Gryffindor, what more can I say***
***She wanted him, he'd never tell, but secretly he wanted her as well***
***But all of his friends, stuck up their nose, they had a problem with her red colored clothes***
***She was a Gryffindor girl, he said see you later girl, she wasn't good enough for him***
***He had a pretty face, but his head was up in space, he needed to come back down to Earth.***
Okay, I'm done. On with the story.)
When class was over, they all left the dungeons, most heading out to the Quidditch pitch to watch the tryouts. Hazel and Hermione went this way too, and met up with Harry and Ron on the way. When they got there, Fred, George and Angelina were waiting at the front of a cluster of Gryffindors all clutching broomsticks.
"Shoot!" said Hazel. "That's what I forgot. Oh well. Accio Starfire!" With a flick of her wand, she called the broom to her. It shone in the cold sunlight.
"Nice." Ron commented. At home, he usually got stuck with an old Shooting Star. Maybe if he got on the team, his parents would buy him a decent broom like they did for George and Fred.
"Right, everyone get on your brooms. Fly safe, and either Fred, George or I will take you individually. Harry, you can help too, " announced Angelina.
The Gryffindors rose into the air, shedding their school robes to make for easier flying. Ron was unsteady on his school broom, and Harry was just glad to be in the air again. He took off, letting the cool air rush by him. Hermione stayed on the ground, watching. Hazel was at home on her Starfire, her every muscle in perfect flying position.
She took off, out-flying Harry, who just blinked in surprise. When it was her turn to be tested, Angelina was just as amazed. She passed with flying colors, and by the end of the session, was told to stay behind.
"You have perfect flying technique," said Angelina. "And you can catch and throw in mid-air with absolutely no problems. You're on the team, for sure. You'll be a chaser, unless of course you can dive better then Harry." She winked at Hazel, who was all smiles.
"I'll take that challenge," said Hazel playfully, turning to Harry. Fred threw a tennis ball into air, and it began to drop swiftly. Both Harry and Hazel were right behind it. They air rushed by their faces, as they descended at an alarming speed. About five meters from the ground, Hazel slowed down and pulled up. Harry followed the ball to the ground, grabbing it at the last possible second, a centimeter from the ground. He pulled up and grinned at Hazel. She just shook her head, and said to Angelina, "I don't think anyone could replace a seeker like that!"
They all headed in, and off to their next class.
"Practices Tuesdays and Thursdays at seven, " said Fred.
Hazel smiled to herself, glad that she had made the team, as she followed her friends to Charms.
Written by
flutterby
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(A/N: Okay, so did you like it? I LOVE writing it, I'll tell you that! Sorry about there being no romance yet, next chapter I promise! Please review, I'll love you forever!!!)
***
Hazel woke up in her warm, four-poster bed. Beside her, the other girls in her dormitory were also just awake. Hazel got up and dressed in her school robes, then went into the bathroom they all shared. She decided to leave her auburn hair down, and then applied her favorite passion fruit lip- gloss.
"That smells good!" exclaimed Parvati, who had come in behind her. "Are you done in here?"
"Yep," said Hazel, as she left the bathroom. Parvati and Lavender were all right, except for the fact that they were totally obsessed with boys and make-up. Not that Hazel wasn't, but they were a little over-the- top.
"Coming down to breakfast?" asked Hermione.
"You bet!" Hazel answered, grabbing her wand on the way; seven inch hawthorn wood, with a phoenix feather. She followed Hermione through the common room and down many flights of stairs to the Great Hall. They sat down at their house table, beside Harry and Ron.
"Quidditch try-outs today," announced Harry. "We have three new positions to fill this year, since Wood left, as well as Katie and Alicia. You guys gonna try out?"
"Uh, I might," said Ron. "I'm not that great though."
"Try out anyway," suggested Hazel, "I'm going to."
"Really?" asked Harry. "Have you got a broom?"
"Yep. It's a Starfire, the latest North American model. A little faster than the Firebolt, I believe, although not as good at turning."
"Well the try-outs are at ten, in study block. See you there!" Harry and Ron left for Potions class, soon followed by the rest of the fifth year Gryffindors: Hermione, Hazel, Lavender, Parvati, Dean, Seamus, and Neville.
They all made their way to the dungeons, where Snape and the Slytherins awaited them.
"We always get stuck with the Slytherins for Potions," Hermione whispered in Hazel's ear. "I think Snape's behind it."
Hazel giggled, then sat at a workbench with Hermione. They had trouble getting through Potions, with Snape hovering over their every move. Neville, unfortunately, managed to spill the Floppawax potion all over himself, causing his muscles to become stiff as wax. He had to be carried off to the hospital wing.
Halfway through class, Hazel was trying to cut Bericka plants with a dull knife when she gazed around in frustration. She happened to look over to the other side of the classroom, where sat Draco Malfoy and his buddy Gregory Goyle. But Hazel had not met them yet, so did not know their names. All she knew was that sitting on the bench over there was a guy with smooth, silky blonde hair and cold blue-grey eyes. His every feature was perfect, and Hazel was entranced.
She nudged Hermione. "Who's that guy over there with the blonde hair?"
"That, my friend, is none other than the slimiest, nastiest, dirtiest little stuck-up boy to ever walk the planet!" replied Hermione with vehemence. "His name is Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."
She spat the words like they were a personal insult, a curse, a pile of dirt not to fit to be spoken of. Instead of acting surprised, as she felt, Hazel decided to keep her eye on Draco, and see what happened.
(A/N: Sorry to interrupt the story, but I have to put a song in here. It's Avril Lavigne, Sk8erboi, but adapted to fit the story.
*** He was a boy, she was a girl, can I make it anymore obvious***
***He was a Slytherin, she was a Gryffindor, what more can I say***
***She wanted him, he'd never tell, but secretly he wanted her as well***
***But all of his friends, stuck up their nose, they had a problem with her red colored clothes***
***She was a Gryffindor girl, he said see you later girl, she wasn't good enough for him***
***He had a pretty face, but his head was up in space, he needed to come back down to Earth.***
Okay, I'm done. On with the story.)
When class was over, they all left the dungeons, most heading out to the Quidditch pitch to watch the tryouts. Hazel and Hermione went this way too, and met up with Harry and Ron on the way. When they got there, Fred, George and Angelina were waiting at the front of a cluster of Gryffindors all clutching broomsticks.
"Shoot!" said Hazel. "That's what I forgot. Oh well. Accio Starfire!" With a flick of her wand, she called the broom to her. It shone in the cold sunlight.
"Nice." Ron commented. At home, he usually got stuck with an old Shooting Star. Maybe if he got on the team, his parents would buy him a decent broom like they did for George and Fred.
"Right, everyone get on your brooms. Fly safe, and either Fred, George or I will take you individually. Harry, you can help too, " announced Angelina.
The Gryffindors rose into the air, shedding their school robes to make for easier flying. Ron was unsteady on his school broom, and Harry was just glad to be in the air again. He took off, letting the cool air rush by him. Hermione stayed on the ground, watching. Hazel was at home on her Starfire, her every muscle in perfect flying position.
She took off, out-flying Harry, who just blinked in surprise. When it was her turn to be tested, Angelina was just as amazed. She passed with flying colors, and by the end of the session, was told to stay behind.
"You have perfect flying technique," said Angelina. "And you can catch and throw in mid-air with absolutely no problems. You're on the team, for sure. You'll be a chaser, unless of course you can dive better then Harry." She winked at Hazel, who was all smiles.
"I'll take that challenge," said Hazel playfully, turning to Harry. Fred threw a tennis ball into air, and it began to drop swiftly. Both Harry and Hazel were right behind it. They air rushed by their faces, as they descended at an alarming speed. About five meters from the ground, Hazel slowed down and pulled up. Harry followed the ball to the ground, grabbing it at the last possible second, a centimeter from the ground. He pulled up and grinned at Hazel. She just shook her head, and said to Angelina, "I don't think anyone could replace a seeker like that!"
They all headed in, and off to their next class.
"Practices Tuesdays and Thursdays at seven, " said Fred.
Hazel smiled to herself, glad that she had made the team, as she followed her friends to Charms.
Written by
flutterby
***
(A/N: Okay, so did you like it? I LOVE writing it, I'll tell you that! Sorry about there being no romance yet, next chapter I promise! Please review, I'll love you forever!!!)