"Tyler Wood! Just the man I wanted to see!" Francesca said walking up to
the quidditch team. They seemed surprised yet honored by the visit of Harry
and Francesca.
"Yes?" Tyler asked politely.
"Well, explain to me how you play it." She said simply and touched him on the forearm. Tyler blushed. Everyone knew he had a crush on her, even though he was a third year. But she was the PRETTIEST first year out there.
"Um, well," he stammered. Harry could hardly understand what he was saying. A few people saw the couple and came towards the team. Soon, the whole team was surrounded by people listening to Tyler explain the game. When he finished everyone clapped. Francesca thanked him and led Harry towards the lake.
"I don't understand why everyone goes crazy over us like this," he said, taking her hand.
"I don't know, I kind of like it. It's like being famous, without having to go far from home to be seen."
"Well, sometimes I like it. But the night, on your birthday, that was the only time we were alone without people being in our face."
"So? It was a nice night, but we are only twelve. Don't worry; we'll have more years too be naughty. For now, I remain this way. Remember, when I turn 14 the third year, I'm promising something special for you."
"Yeah, I guess your right, its just-"
"HARRY! Oh my goodness your so CUTE!" he heard someone behind him. It was Joel smiling. Harry rolled his eyes yet did their little handshake.
"Francesca, such a beauty," he said taking her hand and kisses it lightly. She pulled away flattered.
"Please Joel, you know I only have eyes for Harry," Francesca said hanging on Harry. They could all the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws staring at them.
"Do you know how many guys would give their right arm to be me? Imagine what they'd give to be Harry!" Joel laughed. Kristina walked up, looking a little dressier then breakfast. Harry kind of stared until she looked up at him.
"Remember the plan?" she asked them. Francesca nodded with confidence.
"Yes I do. We mingle out here for a few more minutes, you two join those guys and we take each others hands, stand at the edge of the lake and kiss!" she said, happy with herself for remembering it all. Kristina nodded and started walking off. She had no idea why those two couldn't even plan their own relationship. They turned to Kristina on how to plan their days. Why couldn't they figure it out on their own? She knew Harry could, but Francesca was sort of a ditz when it came to this stuff. Of course, she liked Harry and wanted to prove her father wrong, but it's just sad when they turn to a friend for help.
Kristina couldn't help but wonder, what if they weren't made for each other. Yes, they had chemistry, but Francesca couldn't even say how she felt with out it being on cue. Did it ever occur to Harry that Kristina was right for him all along? Probably not, all he looked at in most girls was looks, and after decided they were smart, he'd like them. Kristina had to brains that Harry LOVED in girls, just not the looks. Before she knew it, Joel was jogging along side her. He stopped at the top of the hill but she kept going. There was no need for her to see them kiss. It would only hurt her more.
"Where are you going? Your going to miss them kiss, sis!" Joel yelled, but soft enough for only Kristina to hear.
"I don't care," she snapped and proceeded to the castle. Joel shrugged and looked over at the lake. In three . . .two . . . one . . . and they kissed. Some of the crowd clapped, some gasped, a few girls shrieked and sobbed because they wanted Harry as their own. Joel watched Francesca caress Harrys face. Joel wished for that to be his face. But no matter how hard he closed his eyes and wished, he never woke up as his best friend with the hot girl. Joel stuck his hands in the pockets of his slacks and walked off. Harry and Francesca were now walking towards the crowd, arms around each others waists.
*
"Kristina! You were so right on what to do!" Francesca called out into the common room. Kristinas eyes were puffy and her nose was red.
"Oh yeah, yeah. No need to thank me," she said modestly. Harry sat on the couch and looked at Kristina. He knew she was crying. Joel came back from the dormitory looking anything but cheerful.
"What's wrong with you guys?" Francesca asked flipping through a report Kristina wrote a few nights ago.
"I think I'm allergic to that sixth years cat," Kristina said pointing at a large tabby curled up by the fire with a pretty sixth year petty it. Joel sat and sunk deep into his chair.
"Uh, stomache," he mumbled touching his stomach. Harry was still looking at Kristina. Was she really allergic to cats? No, she couldn't be. How could she have been when the Weasleys still had Hermiones old cat Crookshanks (that thing would not die)? Francesca stood and yawned.
"Well I'm going to bed. Tomorrow is Sunday and I plan a lovely stroll all around the school!" she said reaching towards the ceiling. 'Oh PLEASE, you mean KRISTINA planned a lovely stroll for you' Kristina thought coldly. Joel decided to run in as well, leaving Harry and Kristina alone in the common room with the sixth year and her cat of course. Kristina immediately picked up a book and some parchment.
"I have so much work to do," she said wiping her nose gently. Harry nodded and leaned back into the couch. He knew she didn't have work. All she was doing was looking at her book and scribbling random words down. The rest of the evening, Kristina didn't speak or look up. Harry just kind of watched his life long best friend sitting there, wondering what she was thinking of. Soon after the sixth year and her cat returned to their dormitory, Harry got up and left too. After he left, Kristina set her book and parchment down. She lay down on the couch with a tissue in her hand, and silently cried herself to sleep.
"Yes?" Tyler asked politely.
"Well, explain to me how you play it." She said simply and touched him on the forearm. Tyler blushed. Everyone knew he had a crush on her, even though he was a third year. But she was the PRETTIEST first year out there.
"Um, well," he stammered. Harry could hardly understand what he was saying. A few people saw the couple and came towards the team. Soon, the whole team was surrounded by people listening to Tyler explain the game. When he finished everyone clapped. Francesca thanked him and led Harry towards the lake.
"I don't understand why everyone goes crazy over us like this," he said, taking her hand.
"I don't know, I kind of like it. It's like being famous, without having to go far from home to be seen."
"Well, sometimes I like it. But the night, on your birthday, that was the only time we were alone without people being in our face."
"So? It was a nice night, but we are only twelve. Don't worry; we'll have more years too be naughty. For now, I remain this way. Remember, when I turn 14 the third year, I'm promising something special for you."
"Yeah, I guess your right, its just-"
"HARRY! Oh my goodness your so CUTE!" he heard someone behind him. It was Joel smiling. Harry rolled his eyes yet did their little handshake.
"Francesca, such a beauty," he said taking her hand and kisses it lightly. She pulled away flattered.
"Please Joel, you know I only have eyes for Harry," Francesca said hanging on Harry. They could all the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws staring at them.
"Do you know how many guys would give their right arm to be me? Imagine what they'd give to be Harry!" Joel laughed. Kristina walked up, looking a little dressier then breakfast. Harry kind of stared until she looked up at him.
"Remember the plan?" she asked them. Francesca nodded with confidence.
"Yes I do. We mingle out here for a few more minutes, you two join those guys and we take each others hands, stand at the edge of the lake and kiss!" she said, happy with herself for remembering it all. Kristina nodded and started walking off. She had no idea why those two couldn't even plan their own relationship. They turned to Kristina on how to plan their days. Why couldn't they figure it out on their own? She knew Harry could, but Francesca was sort of a ditz when it came to this stuff. Of course, she liked Harry and wanted to prove her father wrong, but it's just sad when they turn to a friend for help.
Kristina couldn't help but wonder, what if they weren't made for each other. Yes, they had chemistry, but Francesca couldn't even say how she felt with out it being on cue. Did it ever occur to Harry that Kristina was right for him all along? Probably not, all he looked at in most girls was looks, and after decided they were smart, he'd like them. Kristina had to brains that Harry LOVED in girls, just not the looks. Before she knew it, Joel was jogging along side her. He stopped at the top of the hill but she kept going. There was no need for her to see them kiss. It would only hurt her more.
"Where are you going? Your going to miss them kiss, sis!" Joel yelled, but soft enough for only Kristina to hear.
"I don't care," she snapped and proceeded to the castle. Joel shrugged and looked over at the lake. In three . . .two . . . one . . . and they kissed. Some of the crowd clapped, some gasped, a few girls shrieked and sobbed because they wanted Harry as their own. Joel watched Francesca caress Harrys face. Joel wished for that to be his face. But no matter how hard he closed his eyes and wished, he never woke up as his best friend with the hot girl. Joel stuck his hands in the pockets of his slacks and walked off. Harry and Francesca were now walking towards the crowd, arms around each others waists.
*
"Kristina! You were so right on what to do!" Francesca called out into the common room. Kristinas eyes were puffy and her nose was red.
"Oh yeah, yeah. No need to thank me," she said modestly. Harry sat on the couch and looked at Kristina. He knew she was crying. Joel came back from the dormitory looking anything but cheerful.
"What's wrong with you guys?" Francesca asked flipping through a report Kristina wrote a few nights ago.
"I think I'm allergic to that sixth years cat," Kristina said pointing at a large tabby curled up by the fire with a pretty sixth year petty it. Joel sat and sunk deep into his chair.
"Uh, stomache," he mumbled touching his stomach. Harry was still looking at Kristina. Was she really allergic to cats? No, she couldn't be. How could she have been when the Weasleys still had Hermiones old cat Crookshanks (that thing would not die)? Francesca stood and yawned.
"Well I'm going to bed. Tomorrow is Sunday and I plan a lovely stroll all around the school!" she said reaching towards the ceiling. 'Oh PLEASE, you mean KRISTINA planned a lovely stroll for you' Kristina thought coldly. Joel decided to run in as well, leaving Harry and Kristina alone in the common room with the sixth year and her cat of course. Kristina immediately picked up a book and some parchment.
"I have so much work to do," she said wiping her nose gently. Harry nodded and leaned back into the couch. He knew she didn't have work. All she was doing was looking at her book and scribbling random words down. The rest of the evening, Kristina didn't speak or look up. Harry just kind of watched his life long best friend sitting there, wondering what she was thinking of. Soon after the sixth year and her cat returned to their dormitory, Harry got up and left too. After he left, Kristina set her book and parchment down. She lay down on the couch with a tissue in her hand, and silently cried herself to sleep.