The Rose of Aphrodite

A/N: Wow I've just felt like writing lately, even if nobody likes it or if I wrote it bad I just felt like writing it. Constructive criticism please. Thank you to my beta once again! You really help me when I just can't convey my ideas correctly, or if some idea of mine isn't thought 100% through! Also one thing is I HAVEN'T read OotP but I will by Friday!! Thanks to anybody who reviews also

Disclaimer: I forgot this last time so .: I do not own anything :. At all. It all belongs to J.K. Well I happen to own Felicia and Brenna!

"Today class, we will be working on STUDYING ancient plants." Professor Sprout boomed, holding a book titled The Mysterious Plants of our Past. Groans rang around the room. Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley were three of the many groans of the class.

"Great" Ron said sulkily "When I thought we would have a nice lesson in Herbology, *WHAM*" He slammed his book down for effect. Harry and Hermione laughed lightly. The greenhouse was surprisingly clean. The dirt was at a bare minimum, and the plants seemed neatly kept in their pots.

"All right class, page 204, read up on the Rose of Aphrodite.," the squat professor instructed. You could hear the pages flap and the students mutter to their friends…

"The Rose of Aphrodite is a very powerful magical plant. The rumor of the plant is a powerful witch, Arwen Marson, created it. The name might fool people into believing that this was indeed a creation of the goddess Aphrodite. Arwen was said to be a hopeless romantic. She had brews of love potions and counter-potions at her fingertips. Arwen, though, had decided this was truly not enough. She enchanted a rose. The rose can contort to virtually any romantic scene, depending on how the person wants it to look. The only problem with this, Arwen discovered, was that the plant lasted for a lengthy amount of time. 100 years to be exact. She had her children, have their children record how long it lasted. When the plant's time has come up, the area turns back into a rose with various colors signifying the last scene it has been in. The strange part about the rose is, although it is most definitely living, it does not need water. Arwen Marson was rumored to have made ten of these priceless roses. Five have been found by the ministry, one was destroyed (reasons unknown), and the other four (more or less) are on hiatus."

"Blimey!" Ron exclaimed, "That's one hell of a rose."

"Weasley, language in this class." Professor Sprout said with a look on her face that said 'one more mess up and that will be points from Gryffindor.'

"What I was about to say before mister Weasley interrupted me, class dismissed early." Professor sprout grinned at the class. Mouths open wide in shock, eyes fully awake the class sat.

"Well, off with you!" the Professor as good as pushed them out the door.

"Why do you think she canceled the rest of class?" Hermione enquired, playing with a lock of her hair as she trudged down the path with Harry and Ron at her side.

"I guess …" Harry started.

"Well I don't really know." Harry sighed, giving up. Ron, although, remained unresponsive. At all. In fact, it appeared that he had stopped breathing. He had a dreamy grin plastered on his face.

"Ronald Weasley why are you acting like a troll?" Hermione asked him exasperatedly, waving her hands in front of his face wildly.

"Wha-?" Ron asked stupidly. "Oh sorry Mione'. Just trying to remember this forever." He said grinning.

The trio made their way along the path to the Great Hall. The house elves obviously like to get a head start on things because lunch was already spread amongst the tables. A big slab of pork chops on every other plate, gobs of mashed potatoes, and plenty of vegetables to go around. A hearty meal for lunch. Felicia and Brenna were already they're talking rapidly, not taking a bite of their food. They were now the gossips of the school, taking Parvati and Lavender's crown. When the trio got there they were currently conversing on Seamus,

"Seamus is the hottest in the school for sure!" Brenna gushed, giggling heavily.

"You're only saying that because he's your boyfriend!"

"Nuh-uh!" Brenna play fought with her best friend, sticking her tongue out. Looking up from their conversation, Felicia finally noticed that Hermione, Ron, and Harry were there.

"Yeah you know who I think is the hottest in the school?" Hermione said in a fake perky voice. "Who?" She asked herself in a perkier voice (if that was at all possible) "Harry Potter!!" Hermione squealed and twirled her hair. That action soon turned into a saner looking face and a giggle that said 'you guys are too perky for your own good'. The trio quickly sat down next to their two American friends and across from them were Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan conversing loudly about Quiddich. Every few seconds Seamus would look up and give Brenna a sly wink, making Brenna go into a fit of giggles.

Across the room Pansy Parkinson was straddling Draco Malfoy. She was sitting on his lap trying to spoon feed him mashed potatoes. Draco had a look of utter disgust. His face grimaced and he tried to push her off of his lap. Finally giving her a good kick in the shins she got up and he abruptly left the Great Hall. Felicia saw all this play out.

"Uhh… you guys I've got to … go. So see ya at divination!" She ran off to follow Draco in the hall.

"Well that was odd." Hermione said quickly.

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Draco was running or jogging or something Felicia concluded. He was well ahead of her so she had to run a little extra then expected to catch up to him.

"Draco!" She panted, still struggling to catch up to him.

"What?" He wheeled around to look at Felicia.

"What was that in the hall? With Pansy Parkinson?" Felicia was fuming. She hated Pansy with a fiery passion. Her pug face and keen interest in Draco drew her away from Pansy.

"That was nothing. She was just up on me. I got away from her." Draco drawled out, annoyed.

"Whatever Malfoy." Felicia said with great distaste.

"Its back to Malfoy now? What happened to Draco?" Draco said sarcastically, his face changing into an evil smirk. "You overreact." He concluded.

"I overreact??! What do you mean overreact??" Felicia was now at the point of tears. She lifted her hand to hit Draco upside the head but he caught her hand in one swift move.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Might ruin a perfectly good relationship."

"Ugh you know what? There is no more relationship. Its over!"

Draco was obviously angry. He was more than angry. He was fuming. Across the hall there was a broom closet. He grasped Felicia's hand and led her to the closet.

"Draco! I mean… Malfoy! Stop right now!" She proceeded to protest but they were met with no response. He opened the door, led her in, and then slammed the door shut.

"We are not over. I will decide that." Draco said intensely. With that he kissed Felicia, but it wasn't a sweet kiss. It was a hungry kiss. She opened her mouth to protest, but Draco took it as an invitation. He bit her lip. She firstly remained unresponsive, like someone who wasn't even alive, but she was drawn into the kiss. She responded. The kiss lasted a good ten minutes, until the bell to signal lunch was over.

They proceeded to exit the closet one by one, watching out for people who would tell the whole school that Felicia and Draco were snogging in the broom closet. Draco was off to Defense Against the Dark Arts with the new professor, Professor Gadsborgen. While Draco was off to DADA, Felicia ran to catch up to Harry, Ron, and Brenna who were heading towards divination.

"I wonder who our new professor is?" Ron inquired. Professor Trelwany was fired a few days ago. She had scared a third year so badly she was hidden in her dorm, refusing to come out, crying her eyes out.

"I hope its someone who isn't so weird."

"Yeah or a hag"

They trudged down the hallway towards the classroom. They climbed up the tiny staircase and opened the door. Expecting the perfume and crimson light, the poufs for chairs and tiny tables, that's not what they found. The perfumes that put them in a silent stupor were gone, replaced with no sent at all in the air. The crimson light was replaced by regular candle and natural light. Everything was normal and conventional. The only sign that said this room was magical were the large shelves displaying magical items used for divination.

"Welcome!" a voice that was definitely not Professor Trelwany said happily. Instead of a teacher that resembled a dragonfly, a younger teacher was there. Her hair was flowing black down her back, and her eyes were so brown they were black, standing out amongst her pale skin.

"Mom!?" Felicia screamed with horror plastered on her face. "What are you doing here? You said after Salem was gone you weren't going to teach at my new school!" Now completely on the rampage, giving looks of fire towards her mother.

"Well things change honey now go sit down before I take points off from your house!" The new professor said, obviously stressed and a little aghast. When the remains of the class showed up, it was introductory time.

"Hello class. My name is Professor Harrings. I will be your divination teacher for the rest of the year." The professor looked slightly nervous, until the chorus of 'Hello Professor' rang around the classroom. "Well today we will work on dream catchers, anybody know what those are?" She asked. There were a ton of hands raised, but Felicia, even though it was obvious she knew the answer, refrained from raising her hand. Instead she stuck her head on her desk and sulked. At that the professor looked really aghast, and called on someone.

"Yes, Brenna?"

"Well a dream catcher to a Muggle is just a novelty derived from Indian tradition. To us witches and wizards though, it traps dreams every night and it is possible to actually view them again if the dream catcher is made properly."

"Correct," the professor beamed "ten points to Gryffindor." The bell that signaled the class would end rang. "Well that was rather quick. Next time we will make our own dream catcher, no homework today, class dismissed!" The room was gone in an instant. The first one out: Felicia.

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Hermione got out of class early. Professor Vector wasn't feeling up to par. She walked along the corridor quietly heading towards the Great Hall. She saw a door exiting towards the garden that Harry and she had had their first romantic tryst. 'It wouldn't hurt to visit it again.' she thought. She left the Hall, expecting to see a beautiful garden with flowers of many colors, the large green bushes and the fountain that spurted water that appeared to be made of crystal, but that all wasn't there. There was nothing but the still wet grass that crunched under her feet. About to turn around and head back to the hall, a glimpse of color flashed at the side of her eye. It was a rose. She turned around and picked up the mysterious rose and crammed it into her bag, forgetting completely about the lesson they had just mere hours ago in Herbology.

Note to Beta: I think I spelled a whole bunch of names wrong : / one other thing I'm not good at. Thanks for helping.