----Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or Charmed. I only own Paris
Turner. Notes: ^^Thoughts^^, ~Premonitions~, and Telepathic Speaking.
Notes: Harry and his gang are 17 as well as Paris, and Wyatt is 16. ---
Chapter Five: To Brew A Luz Potion
Paris awoke with the sun gleaming into her bedroom through the large window. She smiled happily for no reason. She just really felt good. She quickly went to take a shower and put on her robes. She decided to let her hair dry naturally letting her natural curls show. She put on a tint of make-up and shimmered into the Great Hall and sat at the table next to her cousin.
"Good morning." Paris beamed at everyone; she was still being civil with her fellow students even if they weren't that way toward her.
Wyatt blinked rapidly at his cousin. She was glowing, she looked refreshed and happy. Not that he wasn't happy for her; it was just rather odd since everyone was being so rude to her. "Wow Pear you're in a good mood today."
Paris just smiled and grabbed an apple biting into it intently. After a few bites she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see her mother. She smiled up at the woman. "Morning." She greeted.
Phoebe returned the gesture. "Good morning," she replied "Paris can we talk privately for a moment?"
Paris nodded and followed her mother. As she walked out of the Great Hall she saw Draco watching her out of the corner of her eye. She just smiled harder and continued to walk. When the two were out of the hall Phoebe asked Paris to shimmer them to the DADA classroom. Paris did and she took a seat in her mother's comfortable chair.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" Paris asked.
Phoebe shrugged absorbing the sudden change in her daughter's attitude. "I don't know, we haven't talked in a while you know."
Paris heard a hint of sadness in her mother's voice. Paris frowned as she realized it was true. Ever since they had arrived at Hogwarts they hadn't had their normal mother daughter talks like they always did. They weren't about anything of major importance just things about their day, etc. Paris had to admit she missed talking to her mom about things. "Your right." Paris stated. A smile crossed her lips "Well there's this guy." Paris began.
Phoebe's features brightened at the words from her daughter. "Name?"
"He's in your class." Paris hinted.
Phoebe pretended that she didn't know and stalled pretending to think. She smiled as she said "It wouldn't be a certain blond haired Slyterin, would it?"
Paris nodded, blushing slightly.
"I knew it!" Phoebe replied. "He is a cutie."
"MOM!" Paris chastised.
"Well he is!" Phoebe said in her defense. "So? Is there anything-?"
"Well sorta." Paris said. "He is teaching me how to fly a broom. He is currently teaching me how to play Quidditch. I think I might try out for the team."
"Quidditch?" Phoebe asked. "I've heard that somewhere." She replied thinking as to where she had heard that word.
"Professor Wood most likely explained it to you and the others." Paris stated matter of factly. "He was a keeper for the Gryffindor team."
Phoebe nodded. "That's who I heard it from, it sounds like fun. I wish I had that when I was growing up."
"So what about you?" Paris questioned her mom.
Phoebe sighed. "Well teaching is," she trailed off.
"Boring?" Paris asked.
"No, just different; at least it's something I know a lot about." Phoebe told her.
"But?" Paris always knew there was a but.
"It's just weird that the Voldemort guy hasn't made a move yet." Phoebe said.
"Yeah," Paris began about the subject of Voldemort again. She had pushed that far away after the whole incident with her father showing up in the Great Hall but now that someone mentioned the guy the normal worry came upon her again. "What do we know about him?"
"Not too much." Phoebe sighed. "Leo is supposed to talk to the elders about it tomorrow. Cole is trying to get any info he can. The only others who know much about the guy is Harry Potter, and the Sltherins."
"And they're no help?" Paris asked.
"The Slytherins aren't because most of them are a part of his coven or whatever." Phoebe stated. "We haven't really talked with Harry yet. It just hasn't seemed to be the right time."
Paris nodded in understanding. "He probably thinks you guys are in on the V guys plan because of me."
Phoebe didn't reply to that comment, not wanting to agree with her daughter. She didn't deny however that who Paris was could effect Harry's trust in the Charmed ones. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see." Phoebe said.
Paris sighed. "Well," she checked her watch. "It's time for class. See you later okay?"
Phoebe smiled and nodded in reply. The two shared an embrace and Phoebe watched her daughter leave the room with a smile planted firmly on her features.
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"Hey." Paris smiled at the blond student sitting at one of the desks in Professor Snape's potions class.
A small smile crossed Draco's lips as he saw the person smiling down at him. "Hello."
"Mind if I sit down?" Paris asked him, motioning to the seat next to him. Draco nodded and she sat down next to him.
They were both silent, just sitting next to each other before class began. Snape began his lesson, which was to brew a complex Luz potion. The potion caused a splash of light to cover any dark area. It was like a magical flashlight. The ingredients for the potion had already been set before them; all the students had to do was prepare the potion. When Snape motioned for them to begin the students quickly went to work.
"Okay, let's see." Paris stood up, and peered at the ingredients which where on Draco's side of the table. The utensils were placed on her side with a small cauldron, about the size of a bowl in the middle. Paris read the book and began. "A cup of holy water." She reached over Draco, giving him a very nice view of her bottom, retrieving the bottle of holy water.
Draco had been surprised by Paris' reaching but he wasn't going to complain. It was a very nice view. After she had gotten the holy water, he stood up. He knew that she had done that on purpose. He turned toward her; she was looking at him expectantly for the cup measure. He understood as he looked at her that she was playing some sort of game and he was more than happy to play along. He looked her start in the eye, his gaze never wavering as he asked. "A cup?"
She nodded in reply.
Draco couldn't help the smirk that crossed his pale features as he reached over to obtain the measuring cup that was right in front of Paris. He didn't even look at what he was reaching for he just reached. When he had the cup, he handed it to Paris who took it with a playful smile.
As she poured the water into the cup, Draco quickly looked up the next ingredient. Wormwood. He watched as Paris poured the liquid into the caldron.
"Next?" She asked.
"Wormwood." He stated.
She knew he wasn't going to get it but decided to ask him to do so anyway. "Would you hand it to me?"
Draco pretended to be confused. "Hand me? Alright that sounds like fun." He smirked.
"Very funny Malfoy." She smiled "Give me the wormwood." She told him.
"Why don't you get it if you want it so bloody much?" He told her.
She sighed, and walked closer to him, purposely making her body press against his side as she grabbed what she wanted from his side of the desk. She tossed the ingredient into the black cauldron. Instead of looking at her own book for the next ingredient she took Draco's and began to read aloud. Her body was still pressed firmly to his, as she read. He turned so that his chest was against her back. He looked over her shoulder. As she read he breathed into her ear softly, causing her to stumble over the words she was reading.
Paris rolled her eyes, half wanting to smack him for arousing her, and half wanting to just turn around and kiss him senseless. "Do you mind?" She asked trying to make her tone sound annoyed.
"No." He said, again his breathe tickling her ear, and slyly letting one of his hands wander up her side.
"Well, I do." She stated and elbowed him gently. He got the hint, but only vaguely. She got the next two ingredients and handed them to Draco.
"What am I supposed to do with these?" He asked staring at the vials that she had handed him.
"Read the book, it'll tell you." She replied smartly.
He smirked and looked at his book reading the directions. "Alright." He said as he mixed the two ingredients in the mixing bowl.
When he had finished mixing the two, Paris took the bowl and poured the mix into the potion. "Good job Malfoy." She smiled. "I can't believe you actually did something right." She joked.
"Ha ha ha, very funny Turner." He cocked an eyebrow at her. She just smirked at him. He had to admit he was surprised at how well she was at potion making. After all she had just started at Hogwarts but was excelling in every subject. All of a sudden the words of Pansy rang in his ear. He couldn't help the scowl that crossed his face at the thought. Paris would never work for the Dark Lord, she was too good. Even though she had evil inside she was just, how could he put it? Nice.
"Draco?" Paris asked at seeing his expression suddenly change.
He turned his attention back to the girl that was at the center of his thoughts. There it was the reason he knew she would never be a part of the Dark Lord's plan. The look on her face showed her goodness. She cared. No person who was a part of the Death Eaters, or any evil wizard cared about anything except succeeding. He smiled at the look on her face. He liked that about her, the caring thing. She hadn't known him for only maybe about two weeks yet she cared so passionately. Even about Potter, Weasel, and the mudblood who had forsaken her. "Sorry, spaced out for a moment there."
She gave him a smile, which made his heart, beat faster in his chest. Yup, she was most definitely a caring person.
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Paige walked quickly through the hallways that lead her to the Great Hall. It was dinner time, and she was famished. It had been her turn to grade papers, causing her to be late for dinner. Why she was not orbing to get there quicker? Well the thought had never even crossed her mind she was to absorbed in getting to the food. The red head was not even looking where she was going; she just walked quickly into an intersecting hallway thus causing her to slam into another person. The contact had been hard when the two bodies hit smack dab into each other. Both persons fell flat onto their bottoms with a loud thump.
"Hey asshole why don't you look where your going!" Pagie exclaimed angrily.
"I'm sorry I wasn't looking were I was going." An English accented male voice said.
Paige looked to the person who had slammed into her and now extended a hand to help her back to her feet. She suddenly felt horrible for her previous remark. "Oh my God, Mr. Wood I'm so sorry." She replied apologetically. "I'm just so used to jerks in San Francisco hitting into me that I-."
He cut her off. "It was my fault I should look where I'm going."
"No I wasn't looking either." She admitted.
They were silent for a moment, until the silence was broken by Oliver.
"Well, I would be delighted to make up my klutziness by escorting you to the Great Hall." He smiled.
"I have a better idea." Paige said with a bright smile. "Give me your hand."
Complying too the lovely woman in front of him, he felt the Hallway begin to disappear in a swirl of blue and white lights. Suddenly the blue and white lights came back again this time showing them the Great Hall.
"Wow." Oliver exclaimed when they had arrived. "That was interesting."
Paige just smiled. Both took their seats and began to talk with the persons around them.
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Paris again shimmered to the Quidditch field, smiling when she saw that her teacher was already there waiting for her. This was the moment she had been waiting for all day and here it was right in front of her.
"Ready then?" Draco asked. She could see a twinkle of mischievousness in his gray eyes.
"Always." She smiled and jumped on the broom. When she was situated she turned her head around to ask a question. But she never got the chance. Soft lips met hers and a passionate kiss soon began, among other things.
------Please review. And thanks so much for ya'll who have. I must say that I have the best reviewers EVER. Sorry it took so long for an update but I've been majorly busy with school, and play practice. Thank you again to all those who have reviewed. And like always I need three more reviews for this chapter before I update. ~Alana----
Chapter Five: To Brew A Luz Potion
Paris awoke with the sun gleaming into her bedroom through the large window. She smiled happily for no reason. She just really felt good. She quickly went to take a shower and put on her robes. She decided to let her hair dry naturally letting her natural curls show. She put on a tint of make-up and shimmered into the Great Hall and sat at the table next to her cousin.
"Good morning." Paris beamed at everyone; she was still being civil with her fellow students even if they weren't that way toward her.
Wyatt blinked rapidly at his cousin. She was glowing, she looked refreshed and happy. Not that he wasn't happy for her; it was just rather odd since everyone was being so rude to her. "Wow Pear you're in a good mood today."
Paris just smiled and grabbed an apple biting into it intently. After a few bites she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see her mother. She smiled up at the woman. "Morning." She greeted.
Phoebe returned the gesture. "Good morning," she replied "Paris can we talk privately for a moment?"
Paris nodded and followed her mother. As she walked out of the Great Hall she saw Draco watching her out of the corner of her eye. She just smiled harder and continued to walk. When the two were out of the hall Phoebe asked Paris to shimmer them to the DADA classroom. Paris did and she took a seat in her mother's comfortable chair.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" Paris asked.
Phoebe shrugged absorbing the sudden change in her daughter's attitude. "I don't know, we haven't talked in a while you know."
Paris heard a hint of sadness in her mother's voice. Paris frowned as she realized it was true. Ever since they had arrived at Hogwarts they hadn't had their normal mother daughter talks like they always did. They weren't about anything of major importance just things about their day, etc. Paris had to admit she missed talking to her mom about things. "Your right." Paris stated. A smile crossed her lips "Well there's this guy." Paris began.
Phoebe's features brightened at the words from her daughter. "Name?"
"He's in your class." Paris hinted.
Phoebe pretended that she didn't know and stalled pretending to think. She smiled as she said "It wouldn't be a certain blond haired Slyterin, would it?"
Paris nodded, blushing slightly.
"I knew it!" Phoebe replied. "He is a cutie."
"MOM!" Paris chastised.
"Well he is!" Phoebe said in her defense. "So? Is there anything-?"
"Well sorta." Paris said. "He is teaching me how to fly a broom. He is currently teaching me how to play Quidditch. I think I might try out for the team."
"Quidditch?" Phoebe asked. "I've heard that somewhere." She replied thinking as to where she had heard that word.
"Professor Wood most likely explained it to you and the others." Paris stated matter of factly. "He was a keeper for the Gryffindor team."
Phoebe nodded. "That's who I heard it from, it sounds like fun. I wish I had that when I was growing up."
"So what about you?" Paris questioned her mom.
Phoebe sighed. "Well teaching is," she trailed off.
"Boring?" Paris asked.
"No, just different; at least it's something I know a lot about." Phoebe told her.
"But?" Paris always knew there was a but.
"It's just weird that the Voldemort guy hasn't made a move yet." Phoebe said.
"Yeah," Paris began about the subject of Voldemort again. She had pushed that far away after the whole incident with her father showing up in the Great Hall but now that someone mentioned the guy the normal worry came upon her again. "What do we know about him?"
"Not too much." Phoebe sighed. "Leo is supposed to talk to the elders about it tomorrow. Cole is trying to get any info he can. The only others who know much about the guy is Harry Potter, and the Sltherins."
"And they're no help?" Paris asked.
"The Slytherins aren't because most of them are a part of his coven or whatever." Phoebe stated. "We haven't really talked with Harry yet. It just hasn't seemed to be the right time."
Paris nodded in understanding. "He probably thinks you guys are in on the V guys plan because of me."
Phoebe didn't reply to that comment, not wanting to agree with her daughter. She didn't deny however that who Paris was could effect Harry's trust in the Charmed ones. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see." Phoebe said.
Paris sighed. "Well," she checked her watch. "It's time for class. See you later okay?"
Phoebe smiled and nodded in reply. The two shared an embrace and Phoebe watched her daughter leave the room with a smile planted firmly on her features.
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"Hey." Paris smiled at the blond student sitting at one of the desks in Professor Snape's potions class.
A small smile crossed Draco's lips as he saw the person smiling down at him. "Hello."
"Mind if I sit down?" Paris asked him, motioning to the seat next to him. Draco nodded and she sat down next to him.
They were both silent, just sitting next to each other before class began. Snape began his lesson, which was to brew a complex Luz potion. The potion caused a splash of light to cover any dark area. It was like a magical flashlight. The ingredients for the potion had already been set before them; all the students had to do was prepare the potion. When Snape motioned for them to begin the students quickly went to work.
"Okay, let's see." Paris stood up, and peered at the ingredients which where on Draco's side of the table. The utensils were placed on her side with a small cauldron, about the size of a bowl in the middle. Paris read the book and began. "A cup of holy water." She reached over Draco, giving him a very nice view of her bottom, retrieving the bottle of holy water.
Draco had been surprised by Paris' reaching but he wasn't going to complain. It was a very nice view. After she had gotten the holy water, he stood up. He knew that she had done that on purpose. He turned toward her; she was looking at him expectantly for the cup measure. He understood as he looked at her that she was playing some sort of game and he was more than happy to play along. He looked her start in the eye, his gaze never wavering as he asked. "A cup?"
She nodded in reply.
Draco couldn't help the smirk that crossed his pale features as he reached over to obtain the measuring cup that was right in front of Paris. He didn't even look at what he was reaching for he just reached. When he had the cup, he handed it to Paris who took it with a playful smile.
As she poured the water into the cup, Draco quickly looked up the next ingredient. Wormwood. He watched as Paris poured the liquid into the caldron.
"Next?" She asked.
"Wormwood." He stated.
She knew he wasn't going to get it but decided to ask him to do so anyway. "Would you hand it to me?"
Draco pretended to be confused. "Hand me? Alright that sounds like fun." He smirked.
"Very funny Malfoy." She smiled "Give me the wormwood." She told him.
"Why don't you get it if you want it so bloody much?" He told her.
She sighed, and walked closer to him, purposely making her body press against his side as she grabbed what she wanted from his side of the desk. She tossed the ingredient into the black cauldron. Instead of looking at her own book for the next ingredient she took Draco's and began to read aloud. Her body was still pressed firmly to his, as she read. He turned so that his chest was against her back. He looked over her shoulder. As she read he breathed into her ear softly, causing her to stumble over the words she was reading.
Paris rolled her eyes, half wanting to smack him for arousing her, and half wanting to just turn around and kiss him senseless. "Do you mind?" She asked trying to make her tone sound annoyed.
"No." He said, again his breathe tickling her ear, and slyly letting one of his hands wander up her side.
"Well, I do." She stated and elbowed him gently. He got the hint, but only vaguely. She got the next two ingredients and handed them to Draco.
"What am I supposed to do with these?" He asked staring at the vials that she had handed him.
"Read the book, it'll tell you." She replied smartly.
He smirked and looked at his book reading the directions. "Alright." He said as he mixed the two ingredients in the mixing bowl.
When he had finished mixing the two, Paris took the bowl and poured the mix into the potion. "Good job Malfoy." She smiled. "I can't believe you actually did something right." She joked.
"Ha ha ha, very funny Turner." He cocked an eyebrow at her. She just smirked at him. He had to admit he was surprised at how well she was at potion making. After all she had just started at Hogwarts but was excelling in every subject. All of a sudden the words of Pansy rang in his ear. He couldn't help the scowl that crossed his face at the thought. Paris would never work for the Dark Lord, she was too good. Even though she had evil inside she was just, how could he put it? Nice.
"Draco?" Paris asked at seeing his expression suddenly change.
He turned his attention back to the girl that was at the center of his thoughts. There it was the reason he knew she would never be a part of the Dark Lord's plan. The look on her face showed her goodness. She cared. No person who was a part of the Death Eaters, or any evil wizard cared about anything except succeeding. He smiled at the look on her face. He liked that about her, the caring thing. She hadn't known him for only maybe about two weeks yet she cared so passionately. Even about Potter, Weasel, and the mudblood who had forsaken her. "Sorry, spaced out for a moment there."
She gave him a smile, which made his heart, beat faster in his chest. Yup, she was most definitely a caring person.
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Paige walked quickly through the hallways that lead her to the Great Hall. It was dinner time, and she was famished. It had been her turn to grade papers, causing her to be late for dinner. Why she was not orbing to get there quicker? Well the thought had never even crossed her mind she was to absorbed in getting to the food. The red head was not even looking where she was going; she just walked quickly into an intersecting hallway thus causing her to slam into another person. The contact had been hard when the two bodies hit smack dab into each other. Both persons fell flat onto their bottoms with a loud thump.
"Hey asshole why don't you look where your going!" Pagie exclaimed angrily.
"I'm sorry I wasn't looking were I was going." An English accented male voice said.
Paige looked to the person who had slammed into her and now extended a hand to help her back to her feet. She suddenly felt horrible for her previous remark. "Oh my God, Mr. Wood I'm so sorry." She replied apologetically. "I'm just so used to jerks in San Francisco hitting into me that I-."
He cut her off. "It was my fault I should look where I'm going."
"No I wasn't looking either." She admitted.
They were silent for a moment, until the silence was broken by Oliver.
"Well, I would be delighted to make up my klutziness by escorting you to the Great Hall." He smiled.
"I have a better idea." Paige said with a bright smile. "Give me your hand."
Complying too the lovely woman in front of him, he felt the Hallway begin to disappear in a swirl of blue and white lights. Suddenly the blue and white lights came back again this time showing them the Great Hall.
"Wow." Oliver exclaimed when they had arrived. "That was interesting."
Paige just smiled. Both took their seats and began to talk with the persons around them.
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Paris again shimmered to the Quidditch field, smiling when she saw that her teacher was already there waiting for her. This was the moment she had been waiting for all day and here it was right in front of her.
"Ready then?" Draco asked. She could see a twinkle of mischievousness in his gray eyes.
"Always." She smiled and jumped on the broom. When she was situated she turned her head around to ask a question. But she never got the chance. Soft lips met hers and a passionate kiss soon began, among other things.
------Please review. And thanks so much for ya'll who have. I must say that I have the best reviewers EVER. Sorry it took so long for an update but I've been majorly busy with school, and play practice. Thank you again to all those who have reviewed. And like always I need three more reviews for this chapter before I update. ~Alana----