(A/N... I got a review that said chapter 9 wasn't working properly. I checked myself and it says web
restricted on my computer. No idea why because there is nothing bad in it... chapters 10 and 11 are
far worse. Well chapter twelve has MoRe ROMANCE! There is some foreshadowing in the beginning
let's see if you can catch it. Ok start reading!)
CHAPTER TWELVE
The Perfect Disaster
Everyone followed the new Head Girl and Head Boy to the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Memorize the way to get to Gryffindor," the Head Girl, Katherine Kelriot. She was Erik
Kelriot's daughter. He had led the forces at Hogsmeade. "Up this staircase next," she said. She was
very attractive, Harry reckoned, but then shook this thought out of his head. Ginny was walking
behind him talking to Hermione.
The Head Boy's name was Mark Reminas. Hermione kept eyeing him and Harry could hear her
say to Ginny, "God, look at that chest!"
Ron seemed to have heard this also, because he laughed suddenly and then slapped a hand
to his mouth.
When they had reached the entrance to Gryffindor, which was in a hallway lined with lion
sculptures of silver and bronze and torches giving off a brick red glow. Each house hallway had it's
colors as the torches luminescence.
"The password is 'Tea Leaves.' Memorize it," Mark said.
The Fat Lady yawned and swung her portrait open to reveal a stone staircase leading up into
a very spacious common room. Everyone filed in, one by one. Talking excitedly, many stood in a daze
as they looked around the common room which had many couches by the fire... soft bean bags, and
chairs, all the color red or gold. There were two large marble staircases leading up to the boys
dormitories and the girl dormitories. In the far corner of the room were doors leading to showers and
bathrooms. A welcoming fire burned in a fireplace which was against the wall near the sofas. Wooden
tables were set up in many different places to do homework on. There were other areas were bean
bags were set in a circle, perhaps to talk or to read. There were no windows, but long dark crimson
curtains hung from the ceiling and were tied at the middle, just to billow down all the way to the floor.
It did this on the other side too to reveal a magnificent portrait of a lion leaping into the air. Another
fireplace was below this.
"Once again," Ron said. "They sure went all out."
He, Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville ran up the staircase to the oak door that said 'SIXTH
YEARS.'
When they barged inside, there found a dormitory in the shape of a circle with five four poster
beds arranged against the wall. The wall was painted brick red and there were chandeliers hanging
down from the ceiling, their crystal gleaming lustrously. All of their trunks had been delivered next to
their bedside tables which each had drawers in them and a clock on top. Their bed were draped in red
and gold curtains. A walk-in closet was next to each bed.
"Holy crap," Seamus said. "Look at this place!"
When it was nearing eight o'clock, some kids were all ready heading off to bed for an early
start the next day. Hermione, Ron, and Harry just sat near the fire, talking about the new school.
"I wonder if this will be our permanent school?" Hermione said.
"It probably won't be which is a shame. A restaurant and hotel above us for convenience and
trips to Diagon Alley where there are over fifty shops! This place is much nicer than Hogwarts."
Harry nodded and then tohught of something. "Did anyone see Hagrid?"
"No..." Hermione said. "I wonder where he could be."
"He's probably setting up his classroom, so he skipped the feast," Ron thought up. "Oh... I
forgot to you all. Umbridge gave me one to two weeks detention because I was in Room 13A."
Hermione broke into an outrage.
"THAT ERG! I CAN'T EVEN BEGIN TO SAY WHAT SHE IS!"
Harry pushed her into the bean bag and tried to calm her down.
"This settles it," Hermione said simply. "She is trying to make sure no one finds those files.
And she's punished you... what if she puts a memory charm on you? No that would wipe out your
whole memory. Whatever the punishment is, you better tell us."
Ron did not expect Hermione to start screaming at the top of her lungs. They talked for a long
time more, almost until 11:00. Everyone had lingered off to their dormitories. Only Harry, Ron,
Hermione, and Ginny were up. Ginny was reading a book near the fire.
"Erg..." Hermione said, examining the time. "Time for bed." She got up and untied her cloak
to take it off and carry it up to the girls bedrooms.
"Yeah, me too... goodnight Harry," Ron said and he and Hermione parted at the staircases.
Harry waited until he had heard two doors close and got up. Ginny slammed her book down. They
turned to face each other and walked towards each other. Harry grabbed Ginny in his arms and
kissed her.
"Oh wait," Ginny said in-between kissing. "Some where pri vate!"
Harry stopped kissing his girlfriend and eyed her sexily. She pointed to the girls bathroom.
Harry took off in a run, hand-in-hand with Ginny. Her hair flew back as Harry kicked open the door to
the bathroom.
They looked around... everything had stalls with locks which was good. They didn't reach all
the way down to the ground, so if anyone walked in, and saw two pairs of feet, they would get
suspicious.
"The shower," Ginny nodded. Harry agreed and they stepped inside and locked the door.
Unfortunately, the water went on in the shower whenever someone was inside it. Whenever you
stepped outside it, the shower would turn off.
So when Ginny and Harry started going crazy, Harry kissing Ginny's neck in an almost biting
way, and Ginny with her hands in Harry's hair, the shower turned on, drenching them in hot water.
Ginny did not notice this however as she pushed Harry against the shower wall and began kissing him.
Harry's hands strapped around Ginny's back. He brought one hand up and under the lower back area
of her shirt.
Ginny put her hands on Harry's waists, but she suddenly found the palms of her hands
rubbing Harry's abs as he kept rubbing her back.
Suddenly, spoiling all the fun, the bathroom door opened. Harry broke apart from Ginny and
told her to stay quiet.
"Hello?" a voice said.
"Just someone taking a shower!" Ginny answered back. She kissed Harry on the neck as the
person entered a stall. Harry was finding it very difficult to not grab Ginny and wrestle her to the
ground for a little playfulness.
Harry kissed her back. Ginny had a different idea though. She propped her leg up onto his
waist.
"Lift me up," she muttered. Harry understood her notion and lifted her other leg to his waist.
She propelled herself up so that her face was directly across from Harry's. Ginny wasn't standing
anymore, but instead had her legs wrapped around his middle. Harry held her up by holding on to the
back of her firmly.
The stall next to them flushed. The door opened next door and a girl exited to wash her
hands. As soon as she had left, Ginny went back to Harry. She was moaning as he began to softly bite
her top lip.
"Oh my god, Harry..." Ginny said as she moaned. Harry stopped kissing her.
"What's wrong?"
"That's means don't stop," she said. "Here, let me down."
Harry let her down and she ran a hand through her soaked hair. She stared at Harry whose
wet shirt was sinking into his chest. Ginny's shirt was also.
"God, I love you," Ginny muttered. She walked towards Harry. She ran a hand under his shirt.
Harry breathed in and closed his eyes.
Ginny slowly took his shirt off and threw it down on the ground. Ginny ran a hand down his
chest and Harry opened his eyes again. Next thing he knew, his hands we unbuckling her belt, but
then he drew away.
"What are we doing?" Harry said quickly as he backed off. Ginny looked at him, startled. "We
can't do this. I mean... my shirt is off, your belt is off and your pants are unbuttoned. Did we honestly
think we were going to... you know?"
They examined each other for a minute. "I'm sorry," Harry said guiltily.
Ginny looked at him. hugged him intimately. "I don't know what to say. I mean, I'm almost
sixteen... but-- Why the hell would we do this?" Ginny asked herself. Harry kissed her on the forehead
and reached down for his shirt.
"I'm sorry Harry," Ginny said.
"We need to do something else than just make out," Harry said as Ginny hugged him tighter.
"Yes..." Ginny said.
Harry's lifted her head up and kissed her on the forehead. "Goodnight," he said. Harry got out
his wand and stepped out of the shower. He put his shirt back on, with much trouble.
"Dry me," he said and all the water swept off him and vanished. Ginny stepped out of the
shower and buttoned her jeans and put on her belt. Harry used the spell to dry her off.
"Goodnight," Ginny said as held his hand.
Together, they walked out of the bathroom which was filled with steam and walked through
the common room. Harry hugged her at her staircase and watched her go up to her dormitory. And
then, once Ginny had entered her room, Harry exited the area and found himself leaping onto his bed
and drifting off into a sleep just as his clock struck 12:01AM.
Harry awoke that morning by Ron's desperate attempts to get him up by shaking him. Harry
thought he was being attacked, so he shot up and hit Ron with a pillow.
"WERE LATE!" Ron yelled and threw the pillow back at Harry.
"Oh, sorry Ron," Harry said. He grabbed his glasses. He jumped out of bed and hurriedly put
on his Hogwarts robes.
He followed Ron downstairs and found Hermione waiting for them.
"Let's go!" she ushered and followed them out of the common room. Harry turned around as
he was running and saw Ginny looking at him. Harry grinned.
"Crap!" Ron said. "Does anyone remember where the Great Hall is?"
"This way," Hermione remembered suddenly.
They reached the Hall after a deal of yelling and bickering and found the tables already filled
up almost. Dean and Seamus had saved them all a seat.
"Here are your schedules," Dean said as they sat down. He passed them out to each of them.
Ron had grabbed an omelet and was eating like he had one minute to live and there wasn't
enough food on the table to fuel him. He opened his schedule and cursed.
"Ron!" Hermione said, ashamed.
"Oh bugger off," he said. "Look what we have. Potions first... erg like last year. Well then we
have Transfiguration. That's okay. Divination next. And then... Quidditch class?"
Harry's heart leapt. Ginny would be in that class.
"I have Arithmacy while you have Divination," Hermione added. Harry studied his schedule.
"The Quidditch class is from 6:00 at night to 8:00. Erg bad hours. If we have lot's of
homework, than that interferes."
"Use the homework agendas I bought you then! They are really useful!" Hermione suggested.
Hermione was right, though. Harry got caught up on all his homework while using that gift from
Hermione.
Hermione helped herself to some buttered toast while Harry just drank some ice tea. Neville
and Ginny came in later on and sat down and received their schedules. Neville groaned when he saw
Potions.
"A great way to start the week!" he said sarcastically.
At the end of the table, Katherine and Mark were talking to each other. Harry ended up
staring at her without knowing he was doing so.
"Look how pretty she is," he thought to himself absent-mindedly. "NO! Bad Harry. Ginny is the
one you love."
It was getting harder and harder to control his thoughts which were raging from Ginny to
another girl he hardly knew: Katherine.
restricted on my computer. No idea why because there is nothing bad in it... chapters 10 and 11 are
far worse. Well chapter twelve has MoRe ROMANCE! There is some foreshadowing in the beginning
let's see if you can catch it. Ok start reading!)
CHAPTER TWELVE
The Perfect Disaster
Everyone followed the new Head Girl and Head Boy to the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Memorize the way to get to Gryffindor," the Head Girl, Katherine Kelriot. She was Erik
Kelriot's daughter. He had led the forces at Hogsmeade. "Up this staircase next," she said. She was
very attractive, Harry reckoned, but then shook this thought out of his head. Ginny was walking
behind him talking to Hermione.
The Head Boy's name was Mark Reminas. Hermione kept eyeing him and Harry could hear her
say to Ginny, "God, look at that chest!"
Ron seemed to have heard this also, because he laughed suddenly and then slapped a hand
to his mouth.
When they had reached the entrance to Gryffindor, which was in a hallway lined with lion
sculptures of silver and bronze and torches giving off a brick red glow. Each house hallway had it's
colors as the torches luminescence.
"The password is 'Tea Leaves.' Memorize it," Mark said.
The Fat Lady yawned and swung her portrait open to reveal a stone staircase leading up into
a very spacious common room. Everyone filed in, one by one. Talking excitedly, many stood in a daze
as they looked around the common room which had many couches by the fire... soft bean bags, and
chairs, all the color red or gold. There were two large marble staircases leading up to the boys
dormitories and the girl dormitories. In the far corner of the room were doors leading to showers and
bathrooms. A welcoming fire burned in a fireplace which was against the wall near the sofas. Wooden
tables were set up in many different places to do homework on. There were other areas were bean
bags were set in a circle, perhaps to talk or to read. There were no windows, but long dark crimson
curtains hung from the ceiling and were tied at the middle, just to billow down all the way to the floor.
It did this on the other side too to reveal a magnificent portrait of a lion leaping into the air. Another
fireplace was below this.
"Once again," Ron said. "They sure went all out."
He, Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville ran up the staircase to the oak door that said 'SIXTH
YEARS.'
When they barged inside, there found a dormitory in the shape of a circle with five four poster
beds arranged against the wall. The wall was painted brick red and there were chandeliers hanging
down from the ceiling, their crystal gleaming lustrously. All of their trunks had been delivered next to
their bedside tables which each had drawers in them and a clock on top. Their bed were draped in red
and gold curtains. A walk-in closet was next to each bed.
"Holy crap," Seamus said. "Look at this place!"
When it was nearing eight o'clock, some kids were all ready heading off to bed for an early
start the next day. Hermione, Ron, and Harry just sat near the fire, talking about the new school.
"I wonder if this will be our permanent school?" Hermione said.
"It probably won't be which is a shame. A restaurant and hotel above us for convenience and
trips to Diagon Alley where there are over fifty shops! This place is much nicer than Hogwarts."
Harry nodded and then tohught of something. "Did anyone see Hagrid?"
"No..." Hermione said. "I wonder where he could be."
"He's probably setting up his classroom, so he skipped the feast," Ron thought up. "Oh... I
forgot to you all. Umbridge gave me one to two weeks detention because I was in Room 13A."
Hermione broke into an outrage.
"THAT ERG! I CAN'T EVEN BEGIN TO SAY WHAT SHE IS!"
Harry pushed her into the bean bag and tried to calm her down.
"This settles it," Hermione said simply. "She is trying to make sure no one finds those files.
And she's punished you... what if she puts a memory charm on you? No that would wipe out your
whole memory. Whatever the punishment is, you better tell us."
Ron did not expect Hermione to start screaming at the top of her lungs. They talked for a long
time more, almost until 11:00. Everyone had lingered off to their dormitories. Only Harry, Ron,
Hermione, and Ginny were up. Ginny was reading a book near the fire.
"Erg..." Hermione said, examining the time. "Time for bed." She got up and untied her cloak
to take it off and carry it up to the girls bedrooms.
"Yeah, me too... goodnight Harry," Ron said and he and Hermione parted at the staircases.
Harry waited until he had heard two doors close and got up. Ginny slammed her book down. They
turned to face each other and walked towards each other. Harry grabbed Ginny in his arms and
kissed her.
"Oh wait," Ginny said in-between kissing. "Some where pri vate!"
Harry stopped kissing his girlfriend and eyed her sexily. She pointed to the girls bathroom.
Harry took off in a run, hand-in-hand with Ginny. Her hair flew back as Harry kicked open the door to
the bathroom.
They looked around... everything had stalls with locks which was good. They didn't reach all
the way down to the ground, so if anyone walked in, and saw two pairs of feet, they would get
suspicious.
"The shower," Ginny nodded. Harry agreed and they stepped inside and locked the door.
Unfortunately, the water went on in the shower whenever someone was inside it. Whenever you
stepped outside it, the shower would turn off.
So when Ginny and Harry started going crazy, Harry kissing Ginny's neck in an almost biting
way, and Ginny with her hands in Harry's hair, the shower turned on, drenching them in hot water.
Ginny did not notice this however as she pushed Harry against the shower wall and began kissing him.
Harry's hands strapped around Ginny's back. He brought one hand up and under the lower back area
of her shirt.
Ginny put her hands on Harry's waists, but she suddenly found the palms of her hands
rubbing Harry's abs as he kept rubbing her back.
Suddenly, spoiling all the fun, the bathroom door opened. Harry broke apart from Ginny and
told her to stay quiet.
"Hello?" a voice said.
"Just someone taking a shower!" Ginny answered back. She kissed Harry on the neck as the
person entered a stall. Harry was finding it very difficult to not grab Ginny and wrestle her to the
ground for a little playfulness.
Harry kissed her back. Ginny had a different idea though. She propped her leg up onto his
waist.
"Lift me up," she muttered. Harry understood her notion and lifted her other leg to his waist.
She propelled herself up so that her face was directly across from Harry's. Ginny wasn't standing
anymore, but instead had her legs wrapped around his middle. Harry held her up by holding on to the
back of her firmly.
The stall next to them flushed. The door opened next door and a girl exited to wash her
hands. As soon as she had left, Ginny went back to Harry. She was moaning as he began to softly bite
her top lip.
"Oh my god, Harry..." Ginny said as she moaned. Harry stopped kissing her.
"What's wrong?"
"That's means don't stop," she said. "Here, let me down."
Harry let her down and she ran a hand through her soaked hair. She stared at Harry whose
wet shirt was sinking into his chest. Ginny's shirt was also.
"God, I love you," Ginny muttered. She walked towards Harry. She ran a hand under his shirt.
Harry breathed in and closed his eyes.
Ginny slowly took his shirt off and threw it down on the ground. Ginny ran a hand down his
chest and Harry opened his eyes again. Next thing he knew, his hands we unbuckling her belt, but
then he drew away.
"What are we doing?" Harry said quickly as he backed off. Ginny looked at him, startled. "We
can't do this. I mean... my shirt is off, your belt is off and your pants are unbuttoned. Did we honestly
think we were going to... you know?"
They examined each other for a minute. "I'm sorry," Harry said guiltily.
Ginny looked at him. hugged him intimately. "I don't know what to say. I mean, I'm almost
sixteen... but-- Why the hell would we do this?" Ginny asked herself. Harry kissed her on the forehead
and reached down for his shirt.
"I'm sorry Harry," Ginny said.
"We need to do something else than just make out," Harry said as Ginny hugged him tighter.
"Yes..." Ginny said.
Harry's lifted her head up and kissed her on the forehead. "Goodnight," he said. Harry got out
his wand and stepped out of the shower. He put his shirt back on, with much trouble.
"Dry me," he said and all the water swept off him and vanished. Ginny stepped out of the
shower and buttoned her jeans and put on her belt. Harry used the spell to dry her off.
"Goodnight," Ginny said as held his hand.
Together, they walked out of the bathroom which was filled with steam and walked through
the common room. Harry hugged her at her staircase and watched her go up to her dormitory. And
then, once Ginny had entered her room, Harry exited the area and found himself leaping onto his bed
and drifting off into a sleep just as his clock struck 12:01AM.
Harry awoke that morning by Ron's desperate attempts to get him up by shaking him. Harry
thought he was being attacked, so he shot up and hit Ron with a pillow.
"WERE LATE!" Ron yelled and threw the pillow back at Harry.
"Oh, sorry Ron," Harry said. He grabbed his glasses. He jumped out of bed and hurriedly put
on his Hogwarts robes.
He followed Ron downstairs and found Hermione waiting for them.
"Let's go!" she ushered and followed them out of the common room. Harry turned around as
he was running and saw Ginny looking at him. Harry grinned.
"Crap!" Ron said. "Does anyone remember where the Great Hall is?"
"This way," Hermione remembered suddenly.
They reached the Hall after a deal of yelling and bickering and found the tables already filled
up almost. Dean and Seamus had saved them all a seat.
"Here are your schedules," Dean said as they sat down. He passed them out to each of them.
Ron had grabbed an omelet and was eating like he had one minute to live and there wasn't
enough food on the table to fuel him. He opened his schedule and cursed.
"Ron!" Hermione said, ashamed.
"Oh bugger off," he said. "Look what we have. Potions first... erg like last year. Well then we
have Transfiguration. That's okay. Divination next. And then... Quidditch class?"
Harry's heart leapt. Ginny would be in that class.
"I have Arithmacy while you have Divination," Hermione added. Harry studied his schedule.
"The Quidditch class is from 6:00 at night to 8:00. Erg bad hours. If we have lot's of
homework, than that interferes."
"Use the homework agendas I bought you then! They are really useful!" Hermione suggested.
Hermione was right, though. Harry got caught up on all his homework while using that gift from
Hermione.
Hermione helped herself to some buttered toast while Harry just drank some ice tea. Neville
and Ginny came in later on and sat down and received their schedules. Neville groaned when he saw
Potions.
"A great way to start the week!" he said sarcastically.
At the end of the table, Katherine and Mark were talking to each other. Harry ended up
staring at her without knowing he was doing so.
"Look how pretty she is," he thought to himself absent-mindedly. "NO! Bad Harry. Ginny is the
one you love."
It was getting harder and harder to control his thoughts which were raging from Ginny to
another girl he hardly knew: Katherine.