{A/N: Sorry about not updating sooner, I get writer's block easily. LOL!! Anyways...I hope you like this chapter! Also, sorry for leaving you guys on a cliffhanger...well, actually I'm not sorry. *wink*}
Chapter 5
New Love
Geneviéve Cinder's heart was racing. She had no idea where the Sorting Hat was going to place her, but somewhere deep down inside of her, she knew that she didn't want to be a Slytherin. Her heart filled with joy when she heard—
"Gryffindor!" The Sorting Hat shouted.
Geneviéve's face lit up with joy. She caught a glimpse of Dumbledore and saw that he was smiling and his eyes were twinkling, almost in a mischievous way.
"Well, now, I think you can go down to the feast and start enjoying your life. I presume that you're hungry, aren't you my dear?" He kindly asked.
"Um...yes, sir, yes I am." She turned to go. "And, thank you again." She left the office and headed down to the great hall and took a seat far away from any other students, at what she thought was the Gryffindor table. After all, there was a lion emblem hanging by this particular table. She was glad she was alone, but at the same time she wished she had someone familiar to talk to. Looking at all these students, she suddenly felt very much alone. Oh my gosh, she thought, this is the first time I have felt so much alone. I hope I make some friends. She quietly chuckled at her longing for friends. She—
"Excuse me, may I ask why are you laughing?" Geneviéve almost choked. It was him. He was talking to her. She looked up at him, and smiled.
"Oh, you scared me. Hmm... um... I was laughing... because... well, never mind that." She felt her face flush red, all the way down her neck.
"May I sit here?" He asked. "Are you in Gryffindor?" He started eating, but kept his eyes on her.
"Yes, I just got sorted. Now, may I ask you a question?"
"I think you just did, but sure, go on." He urged.
"Well...it looks to me, that you're quite popular, and I was wondering why you chose to—"
"Chose to sit with you?" He quickly finished her sentence. He scanned the table and saw many people looking at them, he especially noticed his best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger closely watching the duo. "Well, I guess, you looked lonely, Ms. Cinders, and I was just trying to be nice." He grabbed his food and made to go.
"Wait, I wasn't trying to offend you or anything. I was just wondering, Harry." It was really the first time that she'd called him Harry. She looked down at her untouched food.
"Are you not going to eat?" He asked, while he sat down. "Not going to starve yourself while your here, are you?"
She laughed, and Harry almost choked on his food, her laughter was sweet and true. "Well, Harry, I'm just not in the mood for food right now. I'm hungry for something else." At those words, she mischievously looked into his green eyes.
Harry almost choked again. "Wh-what? Hungry for something else, you say? What do you, um...mean?"
"You know perfectly well what I mean. Well, it's been great chatting here with you, but seeing how its getting late and I have no idea where to sleep, I must be leaving."
"Wait! I, um...can show you to the Gryffindor Commons Room. You'll probably be sleeping in the Girl's Dormitory. Not sure which one, but I'll be glad to help in any way possible."
As they left the great hall, Ron and Hermione were quite perplexed. "Where do you think he's going with her?" Ron asked miserably.
"How should know? If you ask me, she looks like trouble. Did you see her? She looked like a prostitute. It seems like every new wizard or witch here, is always bad luck. Harry needs to watch out for himself. I don't know what Dumbledore is thinking, let a...a skank like that in here! Of all places." Hermione looked irritated and shrugged.
Ron looked at Hermione in amazement. God, he thought, I really do like Hermione.
