Ok, so I gave up on waiting a week to post, I have half the story written
already and I'm an impatient little sod. Still review though please 'cos .
. . well what with my computer being bust and all I haven't really had
chance to write so I've nearly caught up with myself!
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Disclaimer: Surprisingly enough I do not own Harry Potter, I own none of the Characters except those who do not feature in the books (duh). Mostly, that's just the new girl . . .
Warning: This will contain slash in later chapters, here's a hint, if you don't like it . . . don't read it!
Rating: PG
Title: Mates and Dates
Summery: A new girl arrives at Hogwarts. Who is she? Where is she from? .well, we already know that don't we! Gossipy Girls really is all I can think of to describe this chapter, it really is a girly chapter . . . sorry to the guys!
Author: Dodo
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Chapter 6
Walking back to the Great Hall, Crystal was in high spirits. She knew that she must look absolutely ridiculous with a great big grin plastered across her face but quite frankly, she didn't care!
She ran towards her friends who were standing outside the Great Hall, waiting for her.
"How'd it go?" Nicola asked. She was the only one who knew where Crystal had just been and had been beating off enquiries for the past fifteen minutes.
Crystal beamed at her and Nicola grinned back. It'd gone just fine. She couldn't believe it. Hogwarts was going to have talent show. She wasn't a boast, but she knew she was a good dancer. She could sing well too and that what just what Crystal had needed. She had promised to her new friend prepare everything for the show - provided they were allowed to do it.
"Oh come on, tell already!" Came an impatient cry.
Crystal just laughed. She might as well tell them, what harm could it do?
"Ok," she said finally, "I've just been to see Professor Dumbledor." The excitable girls were jumping to all sorts of amusing conclusions and soon the whole group was rolling with laughter.
"Do you want to know or not?" Crystal finally managed to breathe out. She waited for a response and took a deep breath to calm herself down.
"Right, try again. Like I said, I went to see Professor Dumbledor and I suggested to him that I could organise a talent show for the school, like an inter house relations thing."
"And.?"
"And he said yes! He said it was a fabulous idea and that I had his full backing." Crystal was so excited about this, but she felt a little guilty too. It was still her first day and already she'd pretty much taken over. Looking at the faces of her friends though, her guilt soon eased. They had no problem about this arrangement and at the moment, that was all that mattered.
Still grinning and laughing, they went to their next class. Apart from two of them, who had Ancient Runes, they all had Muggle Studies. Crystal had chosen the class for more or less one reason. It was be easy. Starting this far through without any previous education in the topics was going be very hard so Dumbledor had advised her that she should take a subject, like Muggle Studies, that she would already understand. She was grateful that there was such a class. She wouldn't even have to revise for it. An easy grade defiantly sounded like a good option.
The class was as she had predicted and the homework set was to write a short essay, nine inches long, on the purpose of a rubber duck. She had had to physically stop herself from laughing out loud when he assigned the project. Honestly, was there a more ridiculous question they could possibly have set? She giggled softly. Nope, she thought to herself. No revision needed for this class.
On her way to the Great Hall for lunch, something caught her eye. She slowed down her walking pace and turned her head slightly to admire the sight. The something, or rather, someone that had caught her attention was a little taller than she was. He had deep ebony hair that was gelled, John Travolta style - only it worked so much better on this guy. He had beautiful, deep hazel eyes and a slight tan that showed that he spent a lot of his time working outside.
He must have caught her staring at him because he was now looking at her with vague amusement showing on his face. He raised his eyebrows at her and Crystal felt herself blush. She turned back to the Great Hall and her walking pace quickened. How embarrassing!
"Crystal isn't it?" She heard a deep voice from behind her. She turned to face her addresser and felt her heart skip a beat. It was him, the boy she'd been staring at. It wasn't a surprise that he was talking to her really; he'd probably just come to sneer at her, but still! His voice was deep and mature. To the untrained ear it may even have sounded harsh, but it still held a soft edge that dissipated any illusion that Crystal might have had of him being angry, so she smiled at him and spoke.
"That's me. What can I do for you?" There, she thought - not difficult. She kept her voice as calm and polite as ever, but inside her heart was beating like anything. What could she do, she was a sucker for good-looking men. Superficial, yes but did she care? No!
He flashed her what he hoped was his most attractive smile and was delighted to note that the Hufflepuff was struggling to keep her breathing at a regular pace. Ever since he'd seen her at breakfast that morning she was more or less all he could think about. Her beautiful smile, her rich chocolate coloured hair, how her turquoise eyes darted around a room, filling it with light. She was without a doubt one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever had the pleasure of encountering, and now. He was speaking to her; they were having a conversation!
"I just realised," he began smoothly. "That we hadn't been introduced."
"I haven't been introduced to most of the people in the school," she countered warily. "What makes you so special?"
The young man paused for a moment. He had been so sure she liked him too but he pressed on regardless, only a little faltered by the comment.
"I don't see the rest of the school around here introducing themselves to you. I would hazard a guess then that what makes me so special is the fact that I wanted to be introduced." He had made an impression, he could tell. He decided to take a risk and probe a little further. "That is, as well as my incomparable good looks and handsome physique." He flashed her that smile again and waited for her to melt.
After a few seconds, the indifferent look on her face transformed into a radiant smile as she let out an amused sigh. He offered his hand to the girl standing opposite him.
"My name's Blaise Zabini."
She took the proffered hand with little hesitation.
"Pleased to meet you Blaise. I'm Crystal Rose."
"I know." He said helpfully. "Did you have anything planned for after dinner?"
Crystal thought about this for a moment. Whilst she didn't really have a lot else to do, she also didn't want to end up in a situation she would later regret. She could tell that he was genuinely interested in her, for the moment at least but she knew from experience that boys had a nasty habit of breaking her heart.
Someone had once told her that it was better to regret what you had done, than what you hadn't. She hadn't been convinced at the time and she wasn't now, but what harm could it do? She'd just have to stay on top of the situation. Not literally though! She mentally scolded whichever raging hormone it was that had just made that link and turned her attention back to the boy in front of her.
"Not as such." She hoped she wouldn't regret this.
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Hermione: I'm glad you like my story :^D. OC stands for Other Character, sorry, I probably should have said . . .
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Disclaimer: Surprisingly enough I do not own Harry Potter, I own none of the Characters except those who do not feature in the books (duh). Mostly, that's just the new girl . . .
Warning: This will contain slash in later chapters, here's a hint, if you don't like it . . . don't read it!
Rating: PG
Title: Mates and Dates
Summery: A new girl arrives at Hogwarts. Who is she? Where is she from? .well, we already know that don't we! Gossipy Girls really is all I can think of to describe this chapter, it really is a girly chapter . . . sorry to the guys!
Author: Dodo
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Chapter 6
Walking back to the Great Hall, Crystal was in high spirits. She knew that she must look absolutely ridiculous with a great big grin plastered across her face but quite frankly, she didn't care!
She ran towards her friends who were standing outside the Great Hall, waiting for her.
"How'd it go?" Nicola asked. She was the only one who knew where Crystal had just been and had been beating off enquiries for the past fifteen minutes.
Crystal beamed at her and Nicola grinned back. It'd gone just fine. She couldn't believe it. Hogwarts was going to have talent show. She wasn't a boast, but she knew she was a good dancer. She could sing well too and that what just what Crystal had needed. She had promised to her new friend prepare everything for the show - provided they were allowed to do it.
"Oh come on, tell already!" Came an impatient cry.
Crystal just laughed. She might as well tell them, what harm could it do?
"Ok," she said finally, "I've just been to see Professor Dumbledor." The excitable girls were jumping to all sorts of amusing conclusions and soon the whole group was rolling with laughter.
"Do you want to know or not?" Crystal finally managed to breathe out. She waited for a response and took a deep breath to calm herself down.
"Right, try again. Like I said, I went to see Professor Dumbledor and I suggested to him that I could organise a talent show for the school, like an inter house relations thing."
"And.?"
"And he said yes! He said it was a fabulous idea and that I had his full backing." Crystal was so excited about this, but she felt a little guilty too. It was still her first day and already she'd pretty much taken over. Looking at the faces of her friends though, her guilt soon eased. They had no problem about this arrangement and at the moment, that was all that mattered.
Still grinning and laughing, they went to their next class. Apart from two of them, who had Ancient Runes, they all had Muggle Studies. Crystal had chosen the class for more or less one reason. It was be easy. Starting this far through without any previous education in the topics was going be very hard so Dumbledor had advised her that she should take a subject, like Muggle Studies, that she would already understand. She was grateful that there was such a class. She wouldn't even have to revise for it. An easy grade defiantly sounded like a good option.
The class was as she had predicted and the homework set was to write a short essay, nine inches long, on the purpose of a rubber duck. She had had to physically stop herself from laughing out loud when he assigned the project. Honestly, was there a more ridiculous question they could possibly have set? She giggled softly. Nope, she thought to herself. No revision needed for this class.
On her way to the Great Hall for lunch, something caught her eye. She slowed down her walking pace and turned her head slightly to admire the sight. The something, or rather, someone that had caught her attention was a little taller than she was. He had deep ebony hair that was gelled, John Travolta style - only it worked so much better on this guy. He had beautiful, deep hazel eyes and a slight tan that showed that he spent a lot of his time working outside.
He must have caught her staring at him because he was now looking at her with vague amusement showing on his face. He raised his eyebrows at her and Crystal felt herself blush. She turned back to the Great Hall and her walking pace quickened. How embarrassing!
"Crystal isn't it?" She heard a deep voice from behind her. She turned to face her addresser and felt her heart skip a beat. It was him, the boy she'd been staring at. It wasn't a surprise that he was talking to her really; he'd probably just come to sneer at her, but still! His voice was deep and mature. To the untrained ear it may even have sounded harsh, but it still held a soft edge that dissipated any illusion that Crystal might have had of him being angry, so she smiled at him and spoke.
"That's me. What can I do for you?" There, she thought - not difficult. She kept her voice as calm and polite as ever, but inside her heart was beating like anything. What could she do, she was a sucker for good-looking men. Superficial, yes but did she care? No!
He flashed her what he hoped was his most attractive smile and was delighted to note that the Hufflepuff was struggling to keep her breathing at a regular pace. Ever since he'd seen her at breakfast that morning she was more or less all he could think about. Her beautiful smile, her rich chocolate coloured hair, how her turquoise eyes darted around a room, filling it with light. She was without a doubt one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever had the pleasure of encountering, and now. He was speaking to her; they were having a conversation!
"I just realised," he began smoothly. "That we hadn't been introduced."
"I haven't been introduced to most of the people in the school," she countered warily. "What makes you so special?"
The young man paused for a moment. He had been so sure she liked him too but he pressed on regardless, only a little faltered by the comment.
"I don't see the rest of the school around here introducing themselves to you. I would hazard a guess then that what makes me so special is the fact that I wanted to be introduced." He had made an impression, he could tell. He decided to take a risk and probe a little further. "That is, as well as my incomparable good looks and handsome physique." He flashed her that smile again and waited for her to melt.
After a few seconds, the indifferent look on her face transformed into a radiant smile as she let out an amused sigh. He offered his hand to the girl standing opposite him.
"My name's Blaise Zabini."
She took the proffered hand with little hesitation.
"Pleased to meet you Blaise. I'm Crystal Rose."
"I know." He said helpfully. "Did you have anything planned for after dinner?"
Crystal thought about this for a moment. Whilst she didn't really have a lot else to do, she also didn't want to end up in a situation she would later regret. She could tell that he was genuinely interested in her, for the moment at least but she knew from experience that boys had a nasty habit of breaking her heart.
Someone had once told her that it was better to regret what you had done, than what you hadn't. She hadn't been convinced at the time and she wasn't now, but what harm could it do? She'd just have to stay on top of the situation. Not literally though! She mentally scolded whichever raging hormone it was that had just made that link and turned her attention back to the boy in front of her.
"Not as such." She hoped she wouldn't regret this.
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Hermione: I'm glad you like my story :^D. OC stands for Other Character, sorry, I probably should have said . . .
