Chapter six:
Famous Harry Potter
Bunny didn't think she could get anymore lost than she already was. With a hundred and forty-two stairs, all shapes and sizes it was hard to keep track, which one went to where. Sure there wasn't one exactly the same as another, but they never led to one place twice in one day.
And then there were the doors, which were just as bad as the moving staircases. Each door was different. Some needed certain passwords, while others wouldn't open unless you were really polite, and others weren't even doors at all.
That's where she was now. She was staring at a door that really wasn't a door, but looked like one. She wasn't sure how she ended up on the third floor, but there was no way back.
She had just left the Great Hall after eating a delicious breakfast, and was on her way to Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall, when she found herself here.
Sighing, she turned around, to head back, but bumped into someone. Startled, she pulled back, and looked up at the person she had run into. "Professor Quirrell?"
He was a pale young man, who looked really nervous when he was around anyone. Even now one of his eyes twitched. He wore strange clothes, made of purple cloth, and he wore an odd turban around his head, which he claimed to be a present from some African Prince.
She never really like being around him, he gave her the creeps, with his dark eyes, staring down at her with a daze. But then again, he wasn't nearly as scary as the Double Potions Professor. She had yet to meet him in person, but had gotten an earful from everyone in her house about Professor Snape.
She backed up a step from the strange man in front of her. He nervously smiled in her direction, "Hello M-M-Moon. What are y-you d-doing up here?"
Bunny glanced around the odd corridor she had ended up on, "I got lost. I think I took the wrong stairs." She stiffened slightly, as he moved to stand next to her. "Wh-which c-class?"
"I have Transfiguration." She suddenly felt an odd itch on her arm. Instinctively she scratched it, and Professor Quirrell's dull eyes dropped to her movement.
"It is up the m-marble st-st-staircase, and d-down a hallway, on the f- first f-f-floor."
Bunny nodded gratefully, "Thank you Professor Quirrell." She hurried passed him, and raced down the stairs, before he could call her back. She followed his directions, and made it to class, in due time. She just hoped she wasn't late.
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Bunny yawned lazily, as she sat back in her seat. It was still early, and she had actually made it on time for class.
She pulled out A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch. She had transfiguration in the morning, with Professor McGonagall.
Looking around, she realized that for the second time that week, that there were Gryffindor first years intermixed with the Hufflepuff first years.
Opening her book, Bunny skimmed through the pages. Professor McGonagall had yet to show up, even though it was well past nine.
Bunny was pulled from her thoughts, when the door to the classroom burst open. Turning around in her seat, she spied Ron, and the famous Harry Potter running into the room. She felt a flush crawl up her neck, and settle into her cheeks, as they moved to her table.
She had liked the idea of having a table to herself, but now she found, that she would have to share. With two Gryffindor boys no less.
"Oh hey we're okay Harry. Professor McGonagall isn't even here." Ron had his hand on the table, bent at the waist trying to regain his breath. Harry looked a little short of breath, as he adjusted his glasses.
Bunny looked to the front, where the professor's desk was placed. A tiger striped cat was perched on the desk, her green eyes eyeing to two boys.
Bunny cleared her throat, catching both Ron and Harry's attention. She motioned to the two seats next to her. Ron's cheeks were tainted pink, and he gave her a meek wave of greeting.
She was about to offer them the two empty chairs next to her, when her eyes caught movement from the front of the room. The cat jumped from the desk, and to the whole classes surprise, it transformed into Professor McGonagall.
Both Ron and Harry stiffened, as the woman approached them. "You two are late."
Ron immediately babbles an excuse, "We got lost Professor, and the staircases took us to the wrong."
McGonagall raised her hand to silence them. "I don't want to hear excuses. Five points taken from Gryffindor. Take your seats, so that we may begin."
Ron ducked his head, his face red with embarrassment. Harry didn't look too cheery either, as he took a seat next to Bunny. Ron seated himself on the other side of him.
Bunny felt her heart flip in her chest, when Harry sat down next to her. She was having a hard time trying to contain herself. Nervously, she glanced at him, her eyes glazing over the lightning bolt scar. The scar looked like a scar, and seemed to hold no significance, except that he had been given it by the Dark lord himself.
Professor McGonagall stalked to the front of the room. "Lets begin. Transfiguration is one of the most difficult and dangerous magic you will learn here at Hogwarts." She turned to face them, her expression stern. "If I catch anyone of you messing around, I will have you removed, and you will not come back. You have been warned."
Bunny glanced up at the teacher, just as the woman pointed her wand at her desk, and changed it into a pig. The blonde snorted, her eyes widening is shock.
The old woman then changed the pig back into a desk. "It will be a long time before you will be able to complete a spell like that one. We will start off with the basics. If you will, take out some parchments, and your quill and ink. I want you to take some notes."
Bunny pulled out her supplies, and set them out before her. She wanted to learn everything she could about magic, it was her ultimate goal here at Hogwarts. Dipping her quill into her inkbottle, she held it poised above her parchment ready to take notes. "Psst, hey Moon."
Distracted, the blonde turned to the boy next to her. Harry was busy opening his inkbottle. Looking over him, she spied Ron trying to get her attention. Smiling, she asked, "Yea?"
The boy flushed, dropping his eyes to the table. "I, uh how are you?" She giggled, "I'm fine. And you?"
Harry glanced up at her, a confused look on his face. Bunny's face warmed, and she had to look away to keep herself from staring at his scar.
Ron sighed suddenly, and she realized he hadn't answered her. Leaning forward, to see around Harry, she whispered, "Ron, and you, how are you?"
"Miss Moon, is there something important that you would like to share with the class?" Bunny felt her face go red, as laughter filled the room. Slowly, she turned to look at the teacher. Forcing a smile, she replied, "I-uh, well I was just asking Ron if he knew the components of changing a match into a needle. I didn't want to interrupt you."
Professor McGonagall glanced at Ron, then back at Bunny. Her lips formed a thin line, "The components, if you were listening, are-"
Bunny sighed in relief, as McGonagall continued with her lecture. From her right, she heard Ron hiss towards her, over Harry's head, "How'd you do that?"
Bunny shrugged nonchalantly, as she scribbled down the notes from the board onto her parchment. She was always good at getting herself out of hard predicaments. Getting caught talking in class was nothing, compared to some things she had skated by.
Dipping her quill in the ink, she scribbled down everything written on the board.
"Now then lets begin with the basics." She started down the aisles handing each student a match. "You are to practice on turning this match into a needle."
Bunny stared at her match, with a frown. Change a match into a needle? She glanced over at Ron and Harry, and noticed that they looked as clueless as she. That eased her worry some.
Pulling out her wand she aimed it at the match. Everyone in the class was practicing the spell. There were no words to chant, no certain way to move your wand. It just simply happened.
She studied the match in front of her, a frown forming on her face. All the students around her, were waving their wands, getting frustrated. Some were even trying to command their matches to change.
Transfiguration was the most difficult and dangerous magic. So there had to be some trick. Professor McGonagall only had to wave her wand and the desk changed into a pig. It came easily.
"Miss Moon, I don't see you practicing."
Bunny looked up to find Professor McGonagall standing next to her. She adverted her gaze slightly. "I, well I think it's a waste of time."
The old woman didn't look please with her answer, so Bunny hurried to explain, "I mean, what everyone is doing. Changing the match into a needle, doesn't consist with words, or waving your wand a certain way. So I'm trying to find out what other way there is."
McGonagall, eased back slightly, lightness touched her eyes, "Very good Miss Moon. And have you found out what it is?"
Bunny glanced back at the match, and then looked at her wand. "I think the only way to change the match into a needle, is to will it to change. Almost ask your wand to change it. Or maybe ask the match to change."
Professor McGonagall smirked, "That is where it gets tricky. Think over it some more. You have a few more minutes." The old woman then continued on, moving to Neville Longbottom, who looked to be having more problems then most.
Bunny stared at the match, for the remaining time, and felt nowhere closer, than when she had started.
"Now class, a few demonstrations if you will. If I call your name, I expect to see you try to change your match to a needle." Bunny clenched her teeth, narrowing her eyes at the wand she held. It was there, at the tip of her tongue. She thought back to when McGonagall had changed the desk into a pig.
Something about it nagged at her. There was a hint. The way she stood? How she held her wand? Where she looked? What she was thinking?
Staring at the match, she did her best mocking Professor McGonagall. Hold her wand towards the match; she tried to think of something that might change the match into a needle.
"Nice work Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall held the match, which had turned slightly silver, and was pointy at one end. "Very close." Professor McGonagall, then moved to the next row, "Miss Moon, how bout you?"
Bunny blinked, her concentration broken. "I see you have improved." Professor McGonagall held up the match, Bunny had been staring at during the demonstration.
Bunny was slightly startled to see that it had changed. Unlike a match, it had lengthened, and was thin as a needle. The old woman ran it across the table, the end lit fire. "Very close Miss Moon."
McGonagall blew the fire out. "Five points to Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. I want all of you to study more on changing your match into a needle. You are dismissed."
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Bunny had her books and parchment tucked under her arm as she headed down to the Great Hall for lunch.
"Moon!"
Turning, Bunny spotted Harry and Ron running to catch up with her. Smiling, she waved, "Hey."
The two boys slowed to match her pace, when they reached her. Together, the three of them started down the stairs to get to the Great Hall.
Bunny felt her cheeks flame, as Harry chose to walk by her side, with Ron on the other side of him. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine walking down a corridor with Harry Potter!
Adverting her gaze to the floor, she tried to work up the courage to speak to him. What do you say to someone as famous as he? What do you do? Faint? She sure felt like she could. Crack a joke? Make small talk?
She let out a pitiful squeak, as she tried to think of something off the top of her head to say. Both Harry and Ron looked at her with a quizzical gaze.
They were nearing the Great Hall it was now or never. She didn't know when she would get a better chance.
She stopped walking, to stall herself some time. Harry was the first to stop, and turned to look at her. "Are you okay? Your face is all red."
Bunny glanced up at him, her eyes flickering over the scar. Her nerves were jumbled, and her heart was hammering in her chest. She felt short of breath, and the words she wanted to say twisted around on her tongue.
Ron paused, "Hey why did we stop. We're almost at the Great Hall. They serve lunch faster at lunch than at breakfast and dinner. Lets go." He peered around Harry to see what was holding them up. The smile on his face faltered.
"I, uh." Bunny mentally berated herself for stuttering. She sounded like Professor Quirrell. This wasn't going to work, not unless she could untie the knot of words on her tongue.
Slowly, she lifted her eyes from the floor, and found herself looking into brilliant green ones. They were beautiful, almost the same shade as an emerald gem, but slightly darker. The books didn't lie; they had said he had gotten his eyes from his mother, who was very lovely.
Harry waved a hand in front of her, "Hey, you okay?" He was starting to get worried. She was just staring at him, and it was unnerving. Her eyes were a dazzling blue, but at the tilt of her head, and in the right lighting, they lightened to a steel gray with a hint of silver.
Sucking in all the air she could fill into her longs, she held out her hand, and in one breath, gushed, "Hello my name is Bunny Moon I've wanted to meet you for so long!"
Harry looked down at her hand, then back to her glowing face. She had hint of a blush on her cheeks, and a bright smile touched her lips. Grinning back, he took her hand, and shook it.
"I'm Harry Potter."
Bunny suddenly squealed, and pulled the taller boy into her arms, and hugged him hard. "You have totally made my day." She was practically jumping for joy.
She pulled back, her blush even brighter than before. "Sorry bout that. I'm just so excited."
Harry inched himself away from her, his face filled with alarm. She was filled with so much joy and enthusiasm it was almost frightening.
She jumped about the hall, imitating a bunny. Harry's lips twitched into a smile, as he watched her antics with amusement. "Hey Ron looked at her, what does she remind you of?"
When there was no reply, he turned to find his best friend gone. "Ron?"
Bunny stopped, and turned to look as well. "Where did he go?"
A frown replaced the smile and she pushed passed Harry, like nothing had happened. "Ron?"
She hurried to the Great Hall, and pulled the doors open wide. She gazed at each table, to find they were mostly filled, but some students were still missing. At the Gryffindor table she spotted him.
Even though his plate was filled with food, he wasn't eating it. He had his elbows on the table, and his face propped up with his hands.
Worried, Bunny walked towards him. "Ron why did you leave?" She watched his back stiffen, and slowly he turned to look at her.
He didn't look to thrilled to see her unlike he had been during class. His eyes narrowed into slits, he snarled, "Why don't you go jump around famous Harry Potter some more?"
Bunny stepped back, her eyes betraying the hurt. "I." She narrowed her eyes, and pursed her lips together to fight off the rushing tears, "Fine I'll go." With that she whipped around, and stalked off leaving Ron behind, feeling miserable.
"Ron what the bloody hell is wrong with you." Fred bashed his younger brother over the head. George scrambled out of the bench seat, and hurried after the blonde haired Hufflepuff. "Oy Bunny wait up!"
Bunny stopped, and turned slightly, to find George standing in front of her. "Yea?" The red haired boy sheepishly grinned. "You'll have to forgive my brother, he's a little dense around pretty girls."
Bunny instantly went red in the face, and dropped her gaze to the floor, as Fred joined them. "What was he thinking? Oh hey Bunny, how are you?"
The blonde looked up at them, and studied both of them closely. They were twins, and looked exactly alike. Nothing was different from the other. One of them was Fred, while the other was George, and she wasn't sure which one was which. "Hey Fred, George. I'm fine, and you?"
George grinned, "Cant tell us apart can ya? No problem, either can our mother." Fred nodded in agreement, "tragic really." Bunny giggled, her eyes lighting up. "Yes it is true, I can't tell you two part. I'm sorry."
Fred waved it off, as he slung an arm over her shoulder, "Like me brother said, no biggie. So let us walk you to your table."
George nodded his agreement, and slung his arm over her shoulder as well. Bunny flush darkened, as she felt herself being suffocated between the two over excited twins. They led her to her table, where they stopped next to the blonde haired girl named Mina.
Fred and George removed their arms, and both bowed, before they said their goodbyes. Bunny waved, and watched them take their seats next to Ron. She felt tears sting her eyes, when she realized he was staring at her, his eyebrow knitted together to make a frown.
She whirled around, and sat down next to Mina.
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Fred plopped down next to his brother Ron. Out of sight from the blonde haired Hufflepuff, he smacked his brother upside the head. George sat down next to his twin, but leaned forward so he could see Ron.
"Its only been a week, and you're already squabbling with you're girlfriend." Ron scowled, and shot out hastily, "She's not my girlfriend." Fred rolled his eyes, "Sure, so then why were you being such an ogre to her?" His dark eyes narrowed in suspicion.
Harry took a seat on the opposite side of Ron. "Hey Ron, what happened to you?"
The young boy adjusted his glasses, as he turned to look at his knew found friend. Ron's frown darkened, "Nothing happened to me."
Fred glanced at George, who looked at him in return. Both suddenly grinned, a plan forming in their mind.
Worried, Harry asked, "What's wrong Ron, you sound upset."
Ron glared at his plate of food he had neglected to eat. "Nothing is wrong." He was feeling bitter, for being mean to the girl, but the emotion, that had caused his anger, was still boiling.
Picking up his fork, he stabbed a slab of meat, and plunked it into his mouth. Chewing roughly, he took a swig of his juice before swallowing. The food was good, just the way he liked it, but he was unable to enjoy it.
Fred nudged him in the ribs, a knowing smile on his face. Ron glowered at him, but before he could snap at the older boy, Harry asked, "Then why did you leave without saying anything?"
Red rushed to his head, and he snapped, unable to stop himself, "Nothing, you got it, nothing, there is no reason. Now leave me alone!"
He shoved his plate forward, and climbed to his feet. With a sigh, he tossed down his napkin, before he stalked out of the Great Hall.
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Bunny raced into Professor Flitwick's classroom, just in time. Gasping for air, she glanced about the room. All the seats had been taken except for one. Looking at it, she realized that Hufflepuff was sharing the class with Gryffindor.
Bowing her head slightly, she walked passed Harry and Ron's table. She seated herself next to a girl with auburn hair pulled back into a high ponytail.
"Hey."
Bunny smiled thinly at the girl, but didn't say anything. She wasn't in the mood to talk at the moment.
"Afternoon class."
The blonde girl directed her blue eyes to the man in front of the room. He was a tiny man, surprisingly shorter than most of the students.
He was grinning foolishly, from where he sat on a stack of books, to see over his high desk. "Lets start with roll call."
Bunny sat back in her seat with a sigh, as the Professor went down the list. Feeling eyes burrowing into her back, she turned all the way around to see who had been watching her. She spied Ron quickly looking away from her, and tried to busy himself with his Charms book.
She waved, and when he didn't return it, she turned back around.
"Oh my."
Bunny glanced up, just in time to see her Professor topple over behind his desk. "Professor Flitwick!" She shoved back her seat, and raced to the front of the room. "Professor Flitwick are you okay?"
She rounded his desk, and found that his stack of books had been knocked over, with him lying on top of them. "What happened?"
She helped him to his feet, and realized, he was half her size. The tiny man dusted off his pants, as he replied quickly, "Fine, I'm fine. Go take your seat Miss. Mm please take your seat."
Bunny moved to her seat, and sat back down next to the tall green-eyed girl. "Wonder what his problem is?"
The blonde looked over at the girl sitting next to her. "I don't know, but he is acting a little strange." The girl scoffed, "A little? He wouldn't even say your name."
Bunny flushed, shaking her head, "Oh its okay, he wouldn't be the first. I'm Bunny Moon." Holding out her hand, she stared at the taller girl expectantly.
The auburn haired girl grinned, her green eyes twinkling, "Lita Cook, it's a pleasure." Bunny grinned, and shook the girl's hand enthusiastically.
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Charm class had gone by well, and somewhat entertaining. Professor Flitwick, was an unusual teacher, with a merry soul.
After dinner in the Great Hall, Bunny found herself alone walking to the Hufflepuff common room.
She yawned, as she stretched her arms up over her head. "Hey Bunny, off to your common room already?" The blonde flushed, dropping her arms, when she recognized one of the twin's voices.
Turning, she spotted one of them standing in front of a portrait of a fat lady in a pink dress. She racked her brain, trying to think which one of the twins it was, but couldn't come up with an answer.
Taking a stab at a wild guess, she replied, "Hey Fred." The boy smirked, as he waved, "So off to bed already?" Bunny nodded, "Well it is getting late." She yawned, unable to hold it back, and the red haired boy chuckled. "Well then I wont hold you back."
He turned from the picture hanging on the wall, and asked, "Can I walk you to your door?"
Bunny flushed, "I.uh sure." Fred grinned, and joined her side. They started off down the hall. Curious, the boy asked, "Why did you come all the way up here, when the Hufflepuff common room it downstairs?"
Bunny rubbed the back of her neck nervously, "Uh, well I was." She sighed, drooping her shoulders slightly. "I was hoping to see Harry Potter one more time." The red in her cheeks burned ever so brightly, and she ducked her head to hide it.
Fred wrapped an arm over her shoulder, as amusement danced in his dark eyes. "Oh really?" They took the marble staircase down to the entrance hall, and then took the staircase leading down to the kitchens and the Hufflepuff common room.
"Um Fred, how did you know where the Hufflepuff common room was?" They passed the large portrait of fruit. He chuckled ruefully, as he answered, "It's a secret, but maybe when we trust you better, we will tell you."
"We? Oh you and your brother." They stopped in front of a portrait, and Bunny pulled out from beneath his arm. "Thank you Fred."
The red haired boy pulled back, his eyes dancing merrily. Shaking his head, he held up an arm to wave, as he replied, "No biggie. Oh, and Buns give my regards to Fred if you see him."
He bobbed his eyebrows playfully, before he turned, leaving Bunny standing foolishly in his wake.
Bunny could have smacked herself for her stupidity. She had thought she was in Fred's company, but in fact had been in George's.
Shaking her head she muttered the password, and slipped into the common room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Well there you go, another chapter. Hoped you liked this one. I did, hehe Famous Harry Potter. I thought it fit well. I just love those twins; they crack me up, so I had to make them a nuisance in this story.
If you wondering what is going on with them, I'll tell ya. I noticed in the story, they Fred and George whistled at the hot girls, and most likely like to act charming. In this story, they don't fall in love with Bunny. They just think she's gorgeous, and nice. Plus they admire her, because how she has Ron wrapped around her little pinky, J/K. Kidding. They just like her, as a friend, maybe a little more, but nothing to serious. They like to flirt.
Well here are the votes so far.
Polls
Harry/Bunny: 24
Draco/Bunny: 10
Ron/Bunny: 15
Snape/Bunny: 6
Ami/Ron: 1
Lita/Draco: 1
LP signing out
Bunny didn't think she could get anymore lost than she already was. With a hundred and forty-two stairs, all shapes and sizes it was hard to keep track, which one went to where. Sure there wasn't one exactly the same as another, but they never led to one place twice in one day.
And then there were the doors, which were just as bad as the moving staircases. Each door was different. Some needed certain passwords, while others wouldn't open unless you were really polite, and others weren't even doors at all.
That's where she was now. She was staring at a door that really wasn't a door, but looked like one. She wasn't sure how she ended up on the third floor, but there was no way back.
She had just left the Great Hall after eating a delicious breakfast, and was on her way to Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall, when she found herself here.
Sighing, she turned around, to head back, but bumped into someone. Startled, she pulled back, and looked up at the person she had run into. "Professor Quirrell?"
He was a pale young man, who looked really nervous when he was around anyone. Even now one of his eyes twitched. He wore strange clothes, made of purple cloth, and he wore an odd turban around his head, which he claimed to be a present from some African Prince.
She never really like being around him, he gave her the creeps, with his dark eyes, staring down at her with a daze. But then again, he wasn't nearly as scary as the Double Potions Professor. She had yet to meet him in person, but had gotten an earful from everyone in her house about Professor Snape.
She backed up a step from the strange man in front of her. He nervously smiled in her direction, "Hello M-M-Moon. What are y-you d-doing up here?"
Bunny glanced around the odd corridor she had ended up on, "I got lost. I think I took the wrong stairs." She stiffened slightly, as he moved to stand next to her. "Wh-which c-class?"
"I have Transfiguration." She suddenly felt an odd itch on her arm. Instinctively she scratched it, and Professor Quirrell's dull eyes dropped to her movement.
"It is up the m-marble st-st-staircase, and d-down a hallway, on the f- first f-f-floor."
Bunny nodded gratefully, "Thank you Professor Quirrell." She hurried passed him, and raced down the stairs, before he could call her back. She followed his directions, and made it to class, in due time. She just hoped she wasn't late.
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Bunny yawned lazily, as she sat back in her seat. It was still early, and she had actually made it on time for class.
She pulled out A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch. She had transfiguration in the morning, with Professor McGonagall.
Looking around, she realized that for the second time that week, that there were Gryffindor first years intermixed with the Hufflepuff first years.
Opening her book, Bunny skimmed through the pages. Professor McGonagall had yet to show up, even though it was well past nine.
Bunny was pulled from her thoughts, when the door to the classroom burst open. Turning around in her seat, she spied Ron, and the famous Harry Potter running into the room. She felt a flush crawl up her neck, and settle into her cheeks, as they moved to her table.
She had liked the idea of having a table to herself, but now she found, that she would have to share. With two Gryffindor boys no less.
"Oh hey we're okay Harry. Professor McGonagall isn't even here." Ron had his hand on the table, bent at the waist trying to regain his breath. Harry looked a little short of breath, as he adjusted his glasses.
Bunny looked to the front, where the professor's desk was placed. A tiger striped cat was perched on the desk, her green eyes eyeing to two boys.
Bunny cleared her throat, catching both Ron and Harry's attention. She motioned to the two seats next to her. Ron's cheeks were tainted pink, and he gave her a meek wave of greeting.
She was about to offer them the two empty chairs next to her, when her eyes caught movement from the front of the room. The cat jumped from the desk, and to the whole classes surprise, it transformed into Professor McGonagall.
Both Ron and Harry stiffened, as the woman approached them. "You two are late."
Ron immediately babbles an excuse, "We got lost Professor, and the staircases took us to the wrong."
McGonagall raised her hand to silence them. "I don't want to hear excuses. Five points taken from Gryffindor. Take your seats, so that we may begin."
Ron ducked his head, his face red with embarrassment. Harry didn't look too cheery either, as he took a seat next to Bunny. Ron seated himself on the other side of him.
Bunny felt her heart flip in her chest, when Harry sat down next to her. She was having a hard time trying to contain herself. Nervously, she glanced at him, her eyes glazing over the lightning bolt scar. The scar looked like a scar, and seemed to hold no significance, except that he had been given it by the Dark lord himself.
Professor McGonagall stalked to the front of the room. "Lets begin. Transfiguration is one of the most difficult and dangerous magic you will learn here at Hogwarts." She turned to face them, her expression stern. "If I catch anyone of you messing around, I will have you removed, and you will not come back. You have been warned."
Bunny glanced up at the teacher, just as the woman pointed her wand at her desk, and changed it into a pig. The blonde snorted, her eyes widening is shock.
The old woman then changed the pig back into a desk. "It will be a long time before you will be able to complete a spell like that one. We will start off with the basics. If you will, take out some parchments, and your quill and ink. I want you to take some notes."
Bunny pulled out her supplies, and set them out before her. She wanted to learn everything she could about magic, it was her ultimate goal here at Hogwarts. Dipping her quill into her inkbottle, she held it poised above her parchment ready to take notes. "Psst, hey Moon."
Distracted, the blonde turned to the boy next to her. Harry was busy opening his inkbottle. Looking over him, she spied Ron trying to get her attention. Smiling, she asked, "Yea?"
The boy flushed, dropping his eyes to the table. "I, uh how are you?" She giggled, "I'm fine. And you?"
Harry glanced up at her, a confused look on his face. Bunny's face warmed, and she had to look away to keep herself from staring at his scar.
Ron sighed suddenly, and she realized he hadn't answered her. Leaning forward, to see around Harry, she whispered, "Ron, and you, how are you?"
"Miss Moon, is there something important that you would like to share with the class?" Bunny felt her face go red, as laughter filled the room. Slowly, she turned to look at the teacher. Forcing a smile, she replied, "I-uh, well I was just asking Ron if he knew the components of changing a match into a needle. I didn't want to interrupt you."
Professor McGonagall glanced at Ron, then back at Bunny. Her lips formed a thin line, "The components, if you were listening, are-"
Bunny sighed in relief, as McGonagall continued with her lecture. From her right, she heard Ron hiss towards her, over Harry's head, "How'd you do that?"
Bunny shrugged nonchalantly, as she scribbled down the notes from the board onto her parchment. She was always good at getting herself out of hard predicaments. Getting caught talking in class was nothing, compared to some things she had skated by.
Dipping her quill in the ink, she scribbled down everything written on the board.
"Now then lets begin with the basics." She started down the aisles handing each student a match. "You are to practice on turning this match into a needle."
Bunny stared at her match, with a frown. Change a match into a needle? She glanced over at Ron and Harry, and noticed that they looked as clueless as she. That eased her worry some.
Pulling out her wand she aimed it at the match. Everyone in the class was practicing the spell. There were no words to chant, no certain way to move your wand. It just simply happened.
She studied the match in front of her, a frown forming on her face. All the students around her, were waving their wands, getting frustrated. Some were even trying to command their matches to change.
Transfiguration was the most difficult and dangerous magic. So there had to be some trick. Professor McGonagall only had to wave her wand and the desk changed into a pig. It came easily.
"Miss Moon, I don't see you practicing."
Bunny looked up to find Professor McGonagall standing next to her. She adverted her gaze slightly. "I, well I think it's a waste of time."
The old woman didn't look please with her answer, so Bunny hurried to explain, "I mean, what everyone is doing. Changing the match into a needle, doesn't consist with words, or waving your wand a certain way. So I'm trying to find out what other way there is."
McGonagall, eased back slightly, lightness touched her eyes, "Very good Miss Moon. And have you found out what it is?"
Bunny glanced back at the match, and then looked at her wand. "I think the only way to change the match into a needle, is to will it to change. Almost ask your wand to change it. Or maybe ask the match to change."
Professor McGonagall smirked, "That is where it gets tricky. Think over it some more. You have a few more minutes." The old woman then continued on, moving to Neville Longbottom, who looked to be having more problems then most.
Bunny stared at the match, for the remaining time, and felt nowhere closer, than when she had started.
"Now class, a few demonstrations if you will. If I call your name, I expect to see you try to change your match to a needle." Bunny clenched her teeth, narrowing her eyes at the wand she held. It was there, at the tip of her tongue. She thought back to when McGonagall had changed the desk into a pig.
Something about it nagged at her. There was a hint. The way she stood? How she held her wand? Where she looked? What she was thinking?
Staring at the match, she did her best mocking Professor McGonagall. Hold her wand towards the match; she tried to think of something that might change the match into a needle.
"Nice work Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall held the match, which had turned slightly silver, and was pointy at one end. "Very close." Professor McGonagall, then moved to the next row, "Miss Moon, how bout you?"
Bunny blinked, her concentration broken. "I see you have improved." Professor McGonagall held up the match, Bunny had been staring at during the demonstration.
Bunny was slightly startled to see that it had changed. Unlike a match, it had lengthened, and was thin as a needle. The old woman ran it across the table, the end lit fire. "Very close Miss Moon."
McGonagall blew the fire out. "Five points to Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. I want all of you to study more on changing your match into a needle. You are dismissed."
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Bunny had her books and parchment tucked under her arm as she headed down to the Great Hall for lunch.
"Moon!"
Turning, Bunny spotted Harry and Ron running to catch up with her. Smiling, she waved, "Hey."
The two boys slowed to match her pace, when they reached her. Together, the three of them started down the stairs to get to the Great Hall.
Bunny felt her cheeks flame, as Harry chose to walk by her side, with Ron on the other side of him. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine walking down a corridor with Harry Potter!
Adverting her gaze to the floor, she tried to work up the courage to speak to him. What do you say to someone as famous as he? What do you do? Faint? She sure felt like she could. Crack a joke? Make small talk?
She let out a pitiful squeak, as she tried to think of something off the top of her head to say. Both Harry and Ron looked at her with a quizzical gaze.
They were nearing the Great Hall it was now or never. She didn't know when she would get a better chance.
She stopped walking, to stall herself some time. Harry was the first to stop, and turned to look at her. "Are you okay? Your face is all red."
Bunny glanced up at him, her eyes flickering over the scar. Her nerves were jumbled, and her heart was hammering in her chest. She felt short of breath, and the words she wanted to say twisted around on her tongue.
Ron paused, "Hey why did we stop. We're almost at the Great Hall. They serve lunch faster at lunch than at breakfast and dinner. Lets go." He peered around Harry to see what was holding them up. The smile on his face faltered.
"I, uh." Bunny mentally berated herself for stuttering. She sounded like Professor Quirrell. This wasn't going to work, not unless she could untie the knot of words on her tongue.
Slowly, she lifted her eyes from the floor, and found herself looking into brilliant green ones. They were beautiful, almost the same shade as an emerald gem, but slightly darker. The books didn't lie; they had said he had gotten his eyes from his mother, who was very lovely.
Harry waved a hand in front of her, "Hey, you okay?" He was starting to get worried. She was just staring at him, and it was unnerving. Her eyes were a dazzling blue, but at the tilt of her head, and in the right lighting, they lightened to a steel gray with a hint of silver.
Sucking in all the air she could fill into her longs, she held out her hand, and in one breath, gushed, "Hello my name is Bunny Moon I've wanted to meet you for so long!"
Harry looked down at her hand, then back to her glowing face. She had hint of a blush on her cheeks, and a bright smile touched her lips. Grinning back, he took her hand, and shook it.
"I'm Harry Potter."
Bunny suddenly squealed, and pulled the taller boy into her arms, and hugged him hard. "You have totally made my day." She was practically jumping for joy.
She pulled back, her blush even brighter than before. "Sorry bout that. I'm just so excited."
Harry inched himself away from her, his face filled with alarm. She was filled with so much joy and enthusiasm it was almost frightening.
She jumped about the hall, imitating a bunny. Harry's lips twitched into a smile, as he watched her antics with amusement. "Hey Ron looked at her, what does she remind you of?"
When there was no reply, he turned to find his best friend gone. "Ron?"
Bunny stopped, and turned to look as well. "Where did he go?"
A frown replaced the smile and she pushed passed Harry, like nothing had happened. "Ron?"
She hurried to the Great Hall, and pulled the doors open wide. She gazed at each table, to find they were mostly filled, but some students were still missing. At the Gryffindor table she spotted him.
Even though his plate was filled with food, he wasn't eating it. He had his elbows on the table, and his face propped up with his hands.
Worried, Bunny walked towards him. "Ron why did you leave?" She watched his back stiffen, and slowly he turned to look at her.
He didn't look to thrilled to see her unlike he had been during class. His eyes narrowed into slits, he snarled, "Why don't you go jump around famous Harry Potter some more?"
Bunny stepped back, her eyes betraying the hurt. "I." She narrowed her eyes, and pursed her lips together to fight off the rushing tears, "Fine I'll go." With that she whipped around, and stalked off leaving Ron behind, feeling miserable.
"Ron what the bloody hell is wrong with you." Fred bashed his younger brother over the head. George scrambled out of the bench seat, and hurried after the blonde haired Hufflepuff. "Oy Bunny wait up!"
Bunny stopped, and turned slightly, to find George standing in front of her. "Yea?" The red haired boy sheepishly grinned. "You'll have to forgive my brother, he's a little dense around pretty girls."
Bunny instantly went red in the face, and dropped her gaze to the floor, as Fred joined them. "What was he thinking? Oh hey Bunny, how are you?"
The blonde looked up at them, and studied both of them closely. They were twins, and looked exactly alike. Nothing was different from the other. One of them was Fred, while the other was George, and she wasn't sure which one was which. "Hey Fred, George. I'm fine, and you?"
George grinned, "Cant tell us apart can ya? No problem, either can our mother." Fred nodded in agreement, "tragic really." Bunny giggled, her eyes lighting up. "Yes it is true, I can't tell you two part. I'm sorry."
Fred waved it off, as he slung an arm over her shoulder, "Like me brother said, no biggie. So let us walk you to your table."
George nodded his agreement, and slung his arm over her shoulder as well. Bunny flush darkened, as she felt herself being suffocated between the two over excited twins. They led her to her table, where they stopped next to the blonde haired girl named Mina.
Fred and George removed their arms, and both bowed, before they said their goodbyes. Bunny waved, and watched them take their seats next to Ron. She felt tears sting her eyes, when she realized he was staring at her, his eyebrow knitted together to make a frown.
She whirled around, and sat down next to Mina.
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Fred plopped down next to his brother Ron. Out of sight from the blonde haired Hufflepuff, he smacked his brother upside the head. George sat down next to his twin, but leaned forward so he could see Ron.
"Its only been a week, and you're already squabbling with you're girlfriend." Ron scowled, and shot out hastily, "She's not my girlfriend." Fred rolled his eyes, "Sure, so then why were you being such an ogre to her?" His dark eyes narrowed in suspicion.
Harry took a seat on the opposite side of Ron. "Hey Ron, what happened to you?"
The young boy adjusted his glasses, as he turned to look at his knew found friend. Ron's frown darkened, "Nothing happened to me."
Fred glanced at George, who looked at him in return. Both suddenly grinned, a plan forming in their mind.
Worried, Harry asked, "What's wrong Ron, you sound upset."
Ron glared at his plate of food he had neglected to eat. "Nothing is wrong." He was feeling bitter, for being mean to the girl, but the emotion, that had caused his anger, was still boiling.
Picking up his fork, he stabbed a slab of meat, and plunked it into his mouth. Chewing roughly, he took a swig of his juice before swallowing. The food was good, just the way he liked it, but he was unable to enjoy it.
Fred nudged him in the ribs, a knowing smile on his face. Ron glowered at him, but before he could snap at the older boy, Harry asked, "Then why did you leave without saying anything?"
Red rushed to his head, and he snapped, unable to stop himself, "Nothing, you got it, nothing, there is no reason. Now leave me alone!"
He shoved his plate forward, and climbed to his feet. With a sigh, he tossed down his napkin, before he stalked out of the Great Hall.
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Bunny raced into Professor Flitwick's classroom, just in time. Gasping for air, she glanced about the room. All the seats had been taken except for one. Looking at it, she realized that Hufflepuff was sharing the class with Gryffindor.
Bowing her head slightly, she walked passed Harry and Ron's table. She seated herself next to a girl with auburn hair pulled back into a high ponytail.
"Hey."
Bunny smiled thinly at the girl, but didn't say anything. She wasn't in the mood to talk at the moment.
"Afternoon class."
The blonde girl directed her blue eyes to the man in front of the room. He was a tiny man, surprisingly shorter than most of the students.
He was grinning foolishly, from where he sat on a stack of books, to see over his high desk. "Lets start with roll call."
Bunny sat back in her seat with a sigh, as the Professor went down the list. Feeling eyes burrowing into her back, she turned all the way around to see who had been watching her. She spied Ron quickly looking away from her, and tried to busy himself with his Charms book.
She waved, and when he didn't return it, she turned back around.
"Oh my."
Bunny glanced up, just in time to see her Professor topple over behind his desk. "Professor Flitwick!" She shoved back her seat, and raced to the front of the room. "Professor Flitwick are you okay?"
She rounded his desk, and found that his stack of books had been knocked over, with him lying on top of them. "What happened?"
She helped him to his feet, and realized, he was half her size. The tiny man dusted off his pants, as he replied quickly, "Fine, I'm fine. Go take your seat Miss. Mm please take your seat."
Bunny moved to her seat, and sat back down next to the tall green-eyed girl. "Wonder what his problem is?"
The blonde looked over at the girl sitting next to her. "I don't know, but he is acting a little strange." The girl scoffed, "A little? He wouldn't even say your name."
Bunny flushed, shaking her head, "Oh its okay, he wouldn't be the first. I'm Bunny Moon." Holding out her hand, she stared at the taller girl expectantly.
The auburn haired girl grinned, her green eyes twinkling, "Lita Cook, it's a pleasure." Bunny grinned, and shook the girl's hand enthusiastically.
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Charm class had gone by well, and somewhat entertaining. Professor Flitwick, was an unusual teacher, with a merry soul.
After dinner in the Great Hall, Bunny found herself alone walking to the Hufflepuff common room.
She yawned, as she stretched her arms up over her head. "Hey Bunny, off to your common room already?" The blonde flushed, dropping her arms, when she recognized one of the twin's voices.
Turning, she spotted one of them standing in front of a portrait of a fat lady in a pink dress. She racked her brain, trying to think which one of the twins it was, but couldn't come up with an answer.
Taking a stab at a wild guess, she replied, "Hey Fred." The boy smirked, as he waved, "So off to bed already?" Bunny nodded, "Well it is getting late." She yawned, unable to hold it back, and the red haired boy chuckled. "Well then I wont hold you back."
He turned from the picture hanging on the wall, and asked, "Can I walk you to your door?"
Bunny flushed, "I.uh sure." Fred grinned, and joined her side. They started off down the hall. Curious, the boy asked, "Why did you come all the way up here, when the Hufflepuff common room it downstairs?"
Bunny rubbed the back of her neck nervously, "Uh, well I was." She sighed, drooping her shoulders slightly. "I was hoping to see Harry Potter one more time." The red in her cheeks burned ever so brightly, and she ducked her head to hide it.
Fred wrapped an arm over her shoulder, as amusement danced in his dark eyes. "Oh really?" They took the marble staircase down to the entrance hall, and then took the staircase leading down to the kitchens and the Hufflepuff common room.
"Um Fred, how did you know where the Hufflepuff common room was?" They passed the large portrait of fruit. He chuckled ruefully, as he answered, "It's a secret, but maybe when we trust you better, we will tell you."
"We? Oh you and your brother." They stopped in front of a portrait, and Bunny pulled out from beneath his arm. "Thank you Fred."
The red haired boy pulled back, his eyes dancing merrily. Shaking his head, he held up an arm to wave, as he replied, "No biggie. Oh, and Buns give my regards to Fred if you see him."
He bobbed his eyebrows playfully, before he turned, leaving Bunny standing foolishly in his wake.
Bunny could have smacked herself for her stupidity. She had thought she was in Fred's company, but in fact had been in George's.
Shaking her head she muttered the password, and slipped into the common room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Well there you go, another chapter. Hoped you liked this one. I did, hehe Famous Harry Potter. I thought it fit well. I just love those twins; they crack me up, so I had to make them a nuisance in this story.
If you wondering what is going on with them, I'll tell ya. I noticed in the story, they Fred and George whistled at the hot girls, and most likely like to act charming. In this story, they don't fall in love with Bunny. They just think she's gorgeous, and nice. Plus they admire her, because how she has Ron wrapped around her little pinky, J/K. Kidding. They just like her, as a friend, maybe a little more, but nothing to serious. They like to flirt.
Well here are the votes so far.
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Harry/Bunny: 24
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Ron/Bunny: 15
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Ami/Ron: 1
Lita/Draco: 1
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