"Yippee!" Joel yelled stepping out of his last class. School at Hogwarts
was finally over. Not much changed since Kristinas birthday. Her and Harry
never spoke of their kiss again, Francesca went along thinking her and
Harry were the perfect couple, and Joel was the third wheel.
"I'm so happy it's all over," Joel said to them on the way to the common room. Inside Gryffindors everywhere were hugging and preparing for one last night. The Hogwarts Express was coming for them early in the morning and they only had tonights dinner for goodbyes.
"Eh, its not over until the seventh year, and now we only have six more years to go," Kristina said. Francesca hugged Harry.
"Tonight is our last chance," she told him. But it really wasn't, he thought up a way to REALLY show their dads.
"No, I have an even better idea, I'll explain at dinner," he said starting to go up the stairs dormitory. Joel followed him. Harry slowly began to pack. From the looks of things, he was the only one who had the idea. All the books fit perfectly in his trunk and all his clothes were clean. He left out a pair of pajamas and a change of clothes for tomorrow. Harry lay back on his bed and Joel started to pack as well.
"Well the year is out, you and Francesca are great and Kris, well I don't know about her," Joel said tossing everything carelessly into his trunk. Harry nodded in agreement and looked at the ceiling. Soon Francesca and Kristina appeared the boys' dormitory.
"Ready?" Francesca asked taking Harry by the hand and leading him down the step. Joel and Kristina linked arms jokingly and followed their friends down to the great hall. For dinner the Great Hall was decorated beautifully. Headmaster McGonagall really out did herself. There was no ceiling, but more like the universe, complete with shooting stars and a milky way, which squirted milk at unsuspecting students every now and then. The four found their way to the end of table and sat with Joel and Kristina next to each other and Harry and Francesca next to each other. Kristina sat across from Harry and Joel across from Francesca. Francesca wrapped both her arms around Harrys left arm.
"So, what is the plan for tomorrow?" she asked, leaning on him. Kristina shoved a pastry in her mouth and rolled her eyes looking away. Harry slightly wiped his mouth and grinned.
"Tomorrow, when we get off the train, we just talk until our fathers come towards us to stop us from associating. When they are both ready to grab up, we kiss and make sure they see it. That way, everyone will know we are nothing like our fathers," Harry summed up. Francesca clapped delighted and Joel winked at her.
"I think some show able tongue would be a nice touch," he added. Kristina whacked her brother.
"Anything to get you off," she murmured and sipped some butterbeer. Near the end of the meal, McGonagall got up and began to speak.
"And so goes another year at Hogwarts. This year has been such a pleasure, and this year was in dedication to our recently deiced Headmaster, Professor Dumbledor." At this remark everyone bowed their heads and didn't speak. "And now time to announce the winner if the house cup, and the house that wins with 358 points is . . . Slytherin. Yes, yes, their 16th year in a row in fact. Congratulations to you all." Snape had a rather pleased look on his face and clapped.
"Maybe next year we could win! I'm going out for quidditch you know. We could win!" Joel said rapidly.
"OR lose horribly," Kristina said. They were now in the hall heading for the common room. After saying this, Kristina sprinted off towards the common room and Joel started to chase her. Harry and Francesca walked together slowly, watching the brother and sister run off playing tag.
"This has been a great year," Francesca said placing her arm around the waist of Harry. He returned the favor to her by placing his arm around her waist.
"Yeah, it's also gone by so fast. It feels like just yesterday we got here."
"I know, I learned so much, made new, cool friends, and found a great boyfriend." A shooting star was zipping around them in the hall above them. Francesca clapped and laughed at it until it turned around and headed back for the Great Hall. Harry knew it was too soon, but he thought he loved Francesca, and hoped he loved her back.
*
"This is our last night here," Joel said to the group of boys. The group was Harry, George Finnigan, Pat Mohr, Steven Brown, and himself. They were basically the first year boys in Gryffindor. Pat smiled and nodded.
"This year has been good, I didn't really get to know you guys this year, but maybe over the summer we can keep in touch," he said. Harry leaned back on his pillows and looked at the guys.
"What did you do this year?" he asked Steven. Steven smiled and looked at Harry.
"I met a Ravenclaw, MAN is she awesome. We have the same birthday which rocks and on our 15th birthday we plan on giving each other the gift of sex!" he said beaming. Joel shook his hand, pleased with him. George seemed quite.
"How 'bout you Georgy? Do anything great this year?" Joel asked, eating a Berttie Botts every flavor bean. George shrugged.
"Does having a lap dance count as exciting?" he asked innocently. All the boys whooped at him. Then he smirked and added, "twice." The guys went wild. No one even had to ask Harry about him and Francesca. Not like it mattered, he wasn't going to tell them anything anyway. The conversation was steered away from girls and Harry rolled on his side, slowly, slowly drifting to sleep . . .
*
"Up and at 'em!" Joel said shaking Harry who was dreaming. Everyone was getting ready for the Hogwarts express. Harry yawned, and then changed right away. He grabbed his trunk and followed Joel down the stairs. Francesca and Kristina were waiting for them. After everyone ate some food they all left for the platform. On the train they ate, sang songs, and remembered the times at Hogwarts. After hours of silliness they got down to business and Harry and Francesca reviewed the plan and Joel made them practice over and over again.
"London, London!" the trainmaster called out. At once all four of them jumped up and made sure they were the first ones out. Francesca looked for her dad as did Harry.
"Spotted," she said. Harry confirmed his dad coming and they began to talk.
"FRANCESCA! GET AWAY FROM THAT POTTER!" Draco yelled. 'Oh Daddy!' Francesca thought.
"HARRY! SHE IS A MALFOY!" Harry boomed.
"One . . .two . . .three . . ." Harry counted down, and then pressed his lips against Francescas. Draco screamed and ripped Francesca off Harry.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" he screeched. All their old classmates stopped and gathered around them. Harry the first smiled weakly at Neville and Luna and took Harry by the arm.
"We are leaving now," he told his son, and the crowd. Last thing he needed to do was embarrass his son, Draco had done that already. Harry sat in the passenger seat and waited for his dad to put his trunk away and get in the drivers seat. The ride home was silent, but both of them had a lot to say once inside.
"I'm so happy it's all over," Joel said to them on the way to the common room. Inside Gryffindors everywhere were hugging and preparing for one last night. The Hogwarts Express was coming for them early in the morning and they only had tonights dinner for goodbyes.
"Eh, its not over until the seventh year, and now we only have six more years to go," Kristina said. Francesca hugged Harry.
"Tonight is our last chance," she told him. But it really wasn't, he thought up a way to REALLY show their dads.
"No, I have an even better idea, I'll explain at dinner," he said starting to go up the stairs dormitory. Joel followed him. Harry slowly began to pack. From the looks of things, he was the only one who had the idea. All the books fit perfectly in his trunk and all his clothes were clean. He left out a pair of pajamas and a change of clothes for tomorrow. Harry lay back on his bed and Joel started to pack as well.
"Well the year is out, you and Francesca are great and Kris, well I don't know about her," Joel said tossing everything carelessly into his trunk. Harry nodded in agreement and looked at the ceiling. Soon Francesca and Kristina appeared the boys' dormitory.
"Ready?" Francesca asked taking Harry by the hand and leading him down the step. Joel and Kristina linked arms jokingly and followed their friends down to the great hall. For dinner the Great Hall was decorated beautifully. Headmaster McGonagall really out did herself. There was no ceiling, but more like the universe, complete with shooting stars and a milky way, which squirted milk at unsuspecting students every now and then. The four found their way to the end of table and sat with Joel and Kristina next to each other and Harry and Francesca next to each other. Kristina sat across from Harry and Joel across from Francesca. Francesca wrapped both her arms around Harrys left arm.
"So, what is the plan for tomorrow?" she asked, leaning on him. Kristina shoved a pastry in her mouth and rolled her eyes looking away. Harry slightly wiped his mouth and grinned.
"Tomorrow, when we get off the train, we just talk until our fathers come towards us to stop us from associating. When they are both ready to grab up, we kiss and make sure they see it. That way, everyone will know we are nothing like our fathers," Harry summed up. Francesca clapped delighted and Joel winked at her.
"I think some show able tongue would be a nice touch," he added. Kristina whacked her brother.
"Anything to get you off," she murmured and sipped some butterbeer. Near the end of the meal, McGonagall got up and began to speak.
"And so goes another year at Hogwarts. This year has been such a pleasure, and this year was in dedication to our recently deiced Headmaster, Professor Dumbledor." At this remark everyone bowed their heads and didn't speak. "And now time to announce the winner if the house cup, and the house that wins with 358 points is . . . Slytherin. Yes, yes, their 16th year in a row in fact. Congratulations to you all." Snape had a rather pleased look on his face and clapped.
"Maybe next year we could win! I'm going out for quidditch you know. We could win!" Joel said rapidly.
"OR lose horribly," Kristina said. They were now in the hall heading for the common room. After saying this, Kristina sprinted off towards the common room and Joel started to chase her. Harry and Francesca walked together slowly, watching the brother and sister run off playing tag.
"This has been a great year," Francesca said placing her arm around the waist of Harry. He returned the favor to her by placing his arm around her waist.
"Yeah, it's also gone by so fast. It feels like just yesterday we got here."
"I know, I learned so much, made new, cool friends, and found a great boyfriend." A shooting star was zipping around them in the hall above them. Francesca clapped and laughed at it until it turned around and headed back for the Great Hall. Harry knew it was too soon, but he thought he loved Francesca, and hoped he loved her back.
*
"This is our last night here," Joel said to the group of boys. The group was Harry, George Finnigan, Pat Mohr, Steven Brown, and himself. They were basically the first year boys in Gryffindor. Pat smiled and nodded.
"This year has been good, I didn't really get to know you guys this year, but maybe over the summer we can keep in touch," he said. Harry leaned back on his pillows and looked at the guys.
"What did you do this year?" he asked Steven. Steven smiled and looked at Harry.
"I met a Ravenclaw, MAN is she awesome. We have the same birthday which rocks and on our 15th birthday we plan on giving each other the gift of sex!" he said beaming. Joel shook his hand, pleased with him. George seemed quite.
"How 'bout you Georgy? Do anything great this year?" Joel asked, eating a Berttie Botts every flavor bean. George shrugged.
"Does having a lap dance count as exciting?" he asked innocently. All the boys whooped at him. Then he smirked and added, "twice." The guys went wild. No one even had to ask Harry about him and Francesca. Not like it mattered, he wasn't going to tell them anything anyway. The conversation was steered away from girls and Harry rolled on his side, slowly, slowly drifting to sleep . . .
*
"Up and at 'em!" Joel said shaking Harry who was dreaming. Everyone was getting ready for the Hogwarts express. Harry yawned, and then changed right away. He grabbed his trunk and followed Joel down the stairs. Francesca and Kristina were waiting for them. After everyone ate some food they all left for the platform. On the train they ate, sang songs, and remembered the times at Hogwarts. After hours of silliness they got down to business and Harry and Francesca reviewed the plan and Joel made them practice over and over again.
"London, London!" the trainmaster called out. At once all four of them jumped up and made sure they were the first ones out. Francesca looked for her dad as did Harry.
"Spotted," she said. Harry confirmed his dad coming and they began to talk.
"FRANCESCA! GET AWAY FROM THAT POTTER!" Draco yelled. 'Oh Daddy!' Francesca thought.
"HARRY! SHE IS A MALFOY!" Harry boomed.
"One . . .two . . .three . . ." Harry counted down, and then pressed his lips against Francescas. Draco screamed and ripped Francesca off Harry.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" he screeched. All their old classmates stopped and gathered around them. Harry the first smiled weakly at Neville and Luna and took Harry by the arm.
"We are leaving now," he told his son, and the crowd. Last thing he needed to do was embarrass his son, Draco had done that already. Harry sat in the passenger seat and waited for his dad to put his trunk away and get in the drivers seat. The ride home was silent, but both of them had a lot to say once inside.