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Harry thought everything was going excellently that is, until Divination started.

My dears, today we start learning the fascination science of Tarot cards! I have foreseen that your knowledge of the tarot cards will appear on the next test, so I advise you to study hard, and keep your mind open! Pair up, take out your decks, and begin! Professor Trelawney rearranged her silk shawl, watching over the class as they, rather unenthusiastically, got into pairs.

Harry joined Ron, and climbing onto large armchairs, sat down to predict each other's future. Ron shuffled his deck, while Harry stared
down at his, not really knowing what to do. Ron looked at Harry with an exasperated look on his face.

Don't tell me you've never shuffled a deck before Harry?! Its simple, go on you try it, like I do. Ron cut his deck in half then shuffled the cards back into one deck. Looking triumphantly at Harry, Ron held up his deck.
Like that, go on! Harry rolled up his sleeves, took hold of his cards, and succeeded in making the deck explode, strewing his cards all over the dimly lit room. Ron laughed at Harry's distraught face.
Don't get worry about it Harry, I'll shuffle them for you.
Professor Trelawney peered over in Harry's direction.

I sense that some of you are having difficultly starting... Feel the energy coming from the deck, try to connect with that energy and you will be able to sense the deck's power, and predict each either's fortune, and misfortune. Harry noticed Professor Trelawney looked over at him when she said misfortune, and knew that by the end of class, she'll probably have predicted his death eight times, each one more ghastly and horrendous then the last. Facing each other, Harry pointed at Ron.

Go on, you go first. Ron looked at Harry as though he was crazy.

Are you mad? YOU go first.

No, YOU go.

No really, YOU go.

NO YOU go first.

No you, I insist. Harry sighed, giving up. He picked up his now very neat deck and placed two cards face up on the table. The second card Harry had placed down was the Justice card. Harry looked up at Ron.

The Justice card means a conflict you have will be resolved justly and fairly. Harry glanced at the other card and flipped through his Divination book. Umm ok, I think this is the 5 of Cups, it means your attention is fixed on misfortune and regret, and you are overlooking all the good in your life. Ron's face fell, and he nodded.
Anyways, let's go on.... Harry drew another card, and placed it down. This is the King of Swords, you are a fearless and confident young man, and you stop at nothing to get what you want! Ron shrugged while Harry chuckled.

Well, come on, you have to admit Harry, I am pretty fearless! Ron struck a valiant pose, pretending to draw a sword and slash some invisible enemy's head off. Harry snorted.

Whatever Braveheart, come on you have two more cards. Ron sat back down.

Alright then, lets get this blasted thing over with! A mischievous grin played about Ron's lips. Then it's your turn! Rolling his eyes, Harry looked down at the remaining two cards on the table.

Well for one, you have the 8 of Pentacles. You will gain riches, due to your own natural talent, excellent, that could be about the Firebolt! Ok, then the next one is..... the Wheel of Fortune! Your past will affect your future, depending on karma, and destiny... Sheesh, no wonder Hermione left this class, it requires less actual brain power the one of Dudley's computer program's. Seeing the blank look on Ron's face, Harry added, Never mind. Well, now its your turn. Hurry, I want to know all about my future! Harry added sarcastically.

Ron searched the room for Professor Trelawney; she was over in the corner, talking to a tearful Neville about the tragic events that would happen to him next term.

Right, it's clear, Mrs. Cheerful is talking to Neville, the poor sap. Ron added shaking his head sympatheticly. Right, lets see what the card's say is in your future.... Ron made a great show of taking out the first card; drawing it out slowly, then gasping and pretending to faint when he saw it. Harry nudged Ron in the elbows, none too gently.

Come on you great ham, show me what it is. Ron obliged and placed the card down on the table.

This is called the Lover's card, and it means, um, I dunno let me check.. Harry waited patiently while Ron looked up it's meaning. Right, sorry bout that, um ok it means, true love and equality between a man and a woman, you will have temptation, direction and choices you must make, based on intuition rather then intellect.. Guess we know what that's about... Ron looked at Harry with a sour look on his face. Harry was startled by Ron's behavior.

What're you talking about Ron? Is this about taking Hermione to the Ball? Listen, fair's fair, I asked her first.. Ron cut him off angrily.

Fair's fair? HOW CAN YOU SAY IT WAS FAIR?! I was in the bloody hospital wing! How was I ever to know about that damn Ball? How could you Harry, how could you do this to me? Harry slammed down his cards on the round table as the whole room went quiet, everyone listening; Professor Trelawney kept pouring tea into an already overflowing cup but she paid no notice to it.

RON STUFF IT! You're just pissed off because Hermione loves me and not you! Move on with your life! And stop being so bloody selfish! Did you ever stop to think of how Hermione feels? It's JUST A BALL! A dance! Who cares? Ron stood up quickly, knocking over the table, and spilling the cards everywhere.

ME? How the hell am I being selfish? I suppose you think you're Mr Thoughtful, don't you? Hermione? Why worry about her? She's got tons of admirer's, why should we worry about her? Now that her hair isn't bushy, and her teeth perfectly white and straight, every guy in the school's been throwing looks her way! How do you think that made me feel, knowing she could have her pick of any guy in the school, and why would she pick me? Did you ever think of me? Ron added quietly. Who cares Harry? I do, it figures you would say that, why should you care anyways? You don't have to worry, you're going with Hermione! What am I supposed to do Harry? I've loved her since the first moment I saw her, I haven't ever looked at anyone else.. Across the room Lavender cleared her throat, breaking the silence. Everyone turned to look at her.

Lavender was shocked for a moment, before sticking out her lower lip, pouting, and pointing at herself.

What about me Ron? Ron just stared at her in disbelief before turning back to Harry, and no one gave much notice to a tear falling down Lavender's cheek.

Come on Harry, why should you get Hermione? You have everything! You have fame, fortune, you're popular! Me? Ron laughed hollowly. What do I have? I'm only seen as famous Potter's sidekick. Harry looked seriously at Ron.

That's where you're wrong Ron. You're the one who has everything. You have a family! I'd give everything I had to be in your place! As for the attention, you're welcome to it. People gaping at my forehead everywhere I go, no matter what I do with the rest of my life, the only thing people'll be interested in asking is, How did you defeat the Dark Lord? . A fine question when I can't even remember anything from that night. Harry combed his finger's through his hair in frustration. Ron just looked at Harry with a grin on his face. Harry looked quizzically at Ron. What?

Ron sat back down in his armchair and crossed his arms. YOU think I have everything! Harry couldn't help but laugh at Ron. Well, excuse me for being pleased! Please continue Harry, tell me all about how you envy ME. Harry placed a foot on Ron's chair, and neatly pushed him over. Grinning down at Ron struggling to get up, Harry said,

Well, for one, you're very modest, not to mention forgiving! Harry gave Ron a hand, and helped him up, and they slapped each other on the back, which is a guy's way of saying everything's cool. Harry set the table right, while Ron put his armchair back up and picked up the cards.

Seriously though Harry, don't take Hermione to the Ball. Harry fetched one of his cards from the brim of Neville's hat.

Oh really? Why shouldn't I? Ron glared at Harry.

Because I am, and if you take her, you're going to pay. Harry calmly put his Tarot cards back in their case, and looked at Ron so harshly, Ron shrunk beneath his stare, just like he had with Snape earlier that day.

You're not taking her to the Ball Ron, and that's final, or you'll find yourself back in the Hospital Wing before the night of the Ball is over. Harry winked, and playfully slugged Ron in the arm. Come on Ron, there's plenty of other girl's in this school. Just pick one! Ron shrugged, and walked to Lavender, getting down on his knee.

Lavender, excuse me for my earlier rudeness, I was shocked that you found out my affection for you.. Please, will you forgive me, and go with me to the Ball? Ron's eyes welled up with tears, and he looked so terribly forlorn, that Lavender completely melted, and throwing her arms around Ron's neck, cried out happily, YES! Grinning at her, Ron pecked her on the cheek, wiped the tears from his eyes, and walked triumphantly back to Harry.

Great job Romeo, now she thinks you like her! Ron glanced back at Lavender who chatting happily with Parvati.

Who's to say I don't like her? Harry shook his head in disbelief.

Ron you're the only one I know who could go from loving a girl one minute the next to liking another. Hey, whatever happens, lets never let our friendship be broken over an argument about a girl. Harry spat in his hand, and extended it to Ron, who in turn spat in his, and shook hands with Harry.

Harry, who ever said I DID like Parvati? Ron dried his hand off on the side of the armchair,
Harry laughed and wiped his hand on his robes. Well, glad that's sort of taken care of.... You can't say this hasn't been an exciting Divination class.. I wonder how Hermione's Muggle Studies class is going?........
(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(* Meanwhile... down in Muggle Studies class*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)

Excuse me, is this seat taken? Hermione hearing someone speaking in an Italian accent, looked up and found herself gazing into dark intense eyes.. eyes, that belonged to Orlando Cione.
Excuse me, Miss? Hermione blinked, looked up a little further, and seeing the black curly hair, her breath caught in her throat when she realized who it was.

Yes, y-yes of course, I mean no, it's not taken! Hermione silently cursed herself for acting like such a fool, but she grinned at Orlando, but quickly looked back up at the teacher, writing down the day's lesson on the chalk board. She turned to the students, and the chalk kept on writing. Dusting off her hands, the witch smiled warmly at the class.

Good morning to everyone! My name is Professor Moon, and I am filling in for Professor Dustive, who is feeling under the weather. Today, we have a new student who just recently transferred to Hogwarts school from Italy! Please, everyone give Orlando Cione a warm welcome!
Everyone clapped, it seemed, the girl's more enthusiastically then the boys, as Orlando stood up and bowed.

It is a great honour to be here at Hogwarts, and I will enjoy studying here until I graduate! And Professor, Orlando started, turning to the witch. Your name truly suits you, for you are as radiant and as beautiful as a glowing full moon. Hermione gaped at him as he sat down, Prof Moon blushing deeply.

Ahem, thank you Mr Cione, but you will still have to turn in your work at the end of class! Now, I've written up today's lesson plan... yes, Miss...? Hermione put her hand down.

Granger Ma'am. It's just that usually, around this time of the year teachers sort of let us, roam free. You know, do what we like during class time, since being so carefree and light headed during the holidays really impares on how well you can concentrate! Hermione grinned as Orlando winked at her.

In that case, I'm sure you will all understand if... Every student waited expectantly for her next words. If I let you all have free time! I'll just whip up some Muggle foods for you all to enjoy! But remember, you spill it, you clean it up! Everyone cheered and threw their paper's into the air, and went to go help themselves to the food.

Getting up, Hermione was distinctively aware that Orlando was right behind her. She helped herself to some punch, and reached for some Christmas cookies right at the exact moment Orlando reached for a snowman. Hermione instinctively drew her hand away. I can't let this guy get too close, I have Harry to think of... Orlando picked up the snowman cookie and bit off it's head. Hermione had to stifle a laugh at him crunching away happily.
Hermione sat down on a desk, and sipped some punch, looking Orlando up and down, sizing him up. He was about average in height, and had a boyish playfulness look about him. Even when he looked serious his dark eyes sparkled. Not quite like Harry's sparkle though...

I don't believe we've ever met before. My name's Orlando Cione. said Orlando, politely extending his hand.

Hermione Granger. Say, you're the new Hufflepuff Seeker aren't you? What are you doing in this class, shouldn't you be in a sixth year one? Hermione shook his hand, and let go as Orlando stroked his chin, which still had some stubble on it, looking thoughtful.

Well I suppose it's that in Italy, we're at the same place studying as you are. Going to a class that's one year ahead of me wouldn't be right, even if they are in my year. As for my being late in joining this class, there was difficultly getting in. And yes, Orlando grinned, showing pearly white teeth. I am the new Hufflepuff Seeker and Captain. How did you know?
Hermione grinned back.

Oh, Harry and some of the other boy's last class were discussing Quidditch and I heard your name. They say you're quite good. Hermione added, looking for once at the tall boy with distaste. Of course, I'm not worrying about you, Harry's the best Seeker in the school. Orlando's thick eyebrows shot up in surprise.

Really? And who is this Harry that you speak of? Hermione waved a hand dismissively, trying to look bored.

Nobody really, just Harry Potter. Perhaps you've heard of him? Hermione laughed as Orlando's brown eye's widened. I guess you have then! Orlando winked at Hermione.

You are quite a tricky girl, if you lived in Italy, every boy would be calling to court you. Hermione rolled her eyes.

Oh please, like I don't know how that is! Since the beginning of the year, all sorts of guys have been coming up to me, talking to me, and not once before, have they ever tried to talk to me before! Harry and Ron keep them away; they're both protective of me, its rather sweet...

Hmmm. Orlando nodded and sipped from his punch. For the next few minutes, they sat in silence, while the party raged on around them. Orlando cleared his throat.

Do you want to go to the Ball with me? It took Hermione a few moments to get over her shock. She looked at Orlando with a worried look on her face.

What did you say?

I asked you to come to the Ball with me, you know the Winter Ball? Hermione bit her lip in distress.

Thats what I thought you said..Orlando, you're a really nice guy, but..-

Yes? Hermione put her hand in her pocket and drew out a piece of the Transforming rock candy, and placed it in her palm. They both watched as it formed itself into a smiling, waving, electric blue Harry. She smiled at him, and waved back, but didn't bite his head off.

This is Harry, Orlando, I'm going to the Ball with him, so you'll just have to find someone else to go with. Hermione fingered the candy, as it formed itself into a giant heart, with Harry's face on it. She looked back up at Orlando. I'm sorry, but I really can't go to the Ball with you. Orlando looked down at his cookie plate, now empty except for a Christmas tree. He looked disappointed, but Hermione hardly noticed when he looked back up and his eyes twinkled at her.

I understand, Hermione. It was silly of me to think that you'd still be available. But, I do like you, and I'd like to be friends. Orlando held out the Christmas tree. Hermione, getting the idea, held onto the top of the tree.

Friends! And they broke the tree neatly in two. Hermione munched happily on her half of the tree, and accepted a hug from Orlando. Laughing she pointed her wand at Orlando's hair and said a spell Professor McGonagall had taught them earlier that day. Orlando tried to look up at his hair, which now had turned green and sprouted a fully decorated tree. Orlando, in turn, froze Hermione's hair, making it a brilliant white.

Oh, I'll introduce you to Harry, are you going near the Divination class? Orlando laughed.

Nobody's near Divination class! I'll come though, like to meet this Potter fellow. Hermione grinned.

Thanks! I'm sure he'll like to meet you too! Orlando chuckled quietly to himself as Hermione went back for more cookies. Hermione sneaked a glance back at Orlando when he wasn't looking. Boy isn't half bad, nice sort, wonder what Harry'll think of him.. Hermione waved at one of her friends across the room, who waved and ushered Hermione over with a wave of her hand.

Whats up Kit? Kit pointed over at Orlando.

How is it that the most gorgeous guy in the entire school decides to talk to you? You're so lucky! Kit looked around to make sure no one was listening. Can you introduce me? Hermione rolled her eyes, and led Kit over to Orlando, who took her hand and kissed it, causing Kit to swoon, and faint into his arms. Laughing, Orlando revived her, and set her on a desk.

I was wondering, would you like to go to the Ball with me? Kit grinned bemusedly, before fainting again. Orlando frowned.

I have no idea why, but this seems to happen quite a lot! Hermione forced herself to smile back at him. She was a bit hurt Orlando asked someone else to the Ball so soon after asking her, but she supposed it was all for the best.

Besides, I have Harry, I don't need anyone else.. Hermione sighed, thinking of Harry, with his black, tossled hair, and gorgeous green eyes. I wonder what he's doing now?

(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(* Ok back up in Divination! *)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)
(A/N) (This is back in Harry's pov. Being in Hermione's POV was only for one part of this chapter! No more! :D)

Professor Trelawney had given up on trying to teach and decided to leave the class to their own devices.

I encourage you to become in touch with your muse, and do something that is productive! Harry winked at Ron.

Sure, if you call setting off Dungbombs productive! Ron cupped a hand to his ear.

I'm becoming in touch with my muse... What's that you say musey? It tells me that pranking Professor Trelawney sounds like a simply whiffing idea! Dean and Seamus joined them.

So boys, what shall we do today? I have some Stink Pellets that are just dying to be thrown! Harry, if you create a diversion, I can sneak down to Filch's office, and lob some of these babies at Mrs. Norris!
Dean opened his bag and revealed not only Stink Pellets were in his possession, but Luminous Balloons, Biting Teacups, Soap Spawn, Dungbombs, Sneezing Pepper Powder, to name a few. Dean handed out some to Harry, Ron and Seamus. Neville joined them, wanting to give Professor Trelawney a Biting Teacup.

The look on her face'll be priceless! Harry, you put two of those Dungbombs in the fire, they'll explode nicely. Dean, that'll create a good diversion for you to go find Mrs. Norris. I'm pretty sure she's lurking down on the fifth floor. Dean looked at Ron in amazement.

How did you know she was down there? I haven't even seen a glimpse of her all week? Ron winked knowingly at Harry, who was stowing away the Marauder's Map back into his bookbag.

Lets just say, I have connections. Harry laughed and picked up a Dungbomb.

You guys totally owe me after this, the old bat is going to explode.. Oh crap! It's a magical fire, it doesn't actually burn! I'll just have to Banish it to over her desk. Harry looked around to see the coast was clear, then pointed his wand at the Dungbomb, and directed it to right over the Professor's desk. Taking a deep breath, Harry turned to Dean, Seamus, Ron and Neville.

Ready? They all nodded solemnly. Harry took his wand away, and the Dungbomb dropped, all hell broke lose.

People screamed, and scrambled to get away from the horrible smell, spreading throughout the room, as Dean snuck out unnoticed into the hall. Neville threw the Sneezing Powder into the air, and Harry and Ron's laugh's coupled with their sneeze's. Professor Trelawney was in a rage; trying to find the culprit's. She pushed aside students, who were holding their nose's, and sneezed repeatedly. Dean showed up, breathless, and grinned, giving Harry a thumbs up. Professor Trelawney drew herself up, and waved her wand, , sweeping away the smell of the Dungbomb, and the Sneezing Pepper, restoring calm back in the room. People brushed the Pepper out of their hair, and looked around to see who could've done it. Harry shrugged his shoulder's and tried to look puzzled just like everyone else.

Covered in dust, and bright red in the face from yelling, Prof Trelawney peered around the room, her nostril's flaring.

If I ever find out who did this, I assure you they will be kicked out of this class faster then you can say, Divination requires more skill then Transfiguration! Harry snorted, and glanced over at Ron, who ready to burst into a fit of giggles. Seamus raised his hand.

Excuse me Professor, but since you are all knowing and all that stuff, wouldn't that mean you already know who it is? This caused practically everyone in the room to snort with laughter, with the exception of Lavender and Parvati, who were looking at Seamus with dark looks. Professor Trelawney placed a hand over her eyes and sat heavily down on a purple pouf. Neville came over, and placed a hand onto the Professor's shoulder.

Here Professor, it looks like you could have a cup of tea. Neville grinned falsely down at Prof Trelawney, who gratefully accepted the cup. Dean nudged Ron and Harry, and they waited anxiously for her to sip...

Thank you my dear, I see good fortune in your future... Professor Trelawney raised the cup slowly up to her lips, Harry Dean, Ron, Seamus and Neville waited with bated breath....
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! OUCH! GET THIS THIS, THING ATROCIOUS THING OFF OF ME!! Professor Trelawney shrieked in pain and anguish as the blue Biting Teacup held fast into her nose. Lavender and Parvati tried desperately to get it off, but the harder they pulled, the more harder the Teacup bit.

The boys were all rolling around on the floor in laughter. Harry was on his knees, clutching a stitch in his side, while Ron hooted gleefully, but at the same time coughing trying to get his breath back. Even the girls couldn't resist a giggle at the sight.

Professor Trelawney levitated high above the ground, looking down at the class, looking quite scary, but also wickedly funny, beet red with a teacup hanging off of her large nose. She raised her hands and lightening struck a desk near Harry, who lunged underneath an armchair. Thunder boomed, the room became dark, and now the Professor was looking quite terrifying. Her voice boomed out, much lower then usual.

YOU FIVE! OUT! OUT OF MY CLASSROOM! WHY, I'LL STRANGLE YOU!! I'LL...AAAAH!! She swooped down on them, her hands outstretched, shrieking in rage.

RUN FOR IT!! Ron made a burst for the door, but remembered Harry was still beneath the chair. As Dean , Seamus and Neville ran past Ron, Ron dashed back to where Harry lay trapped, and struggled to get the huge heavy armchair off of Harry.

Leave him! HE'S DONE FOR! Dean screamed back at Ron, but Ron persisted, grunting and trying to lift the chair.

Its no use Ron! JUST GO! Harry tried to push Ron away, Professor Trelawney bearing down on them like a bad dream.

NO! I'm not leaving until I get you out of here! With a great show of strength, Ron finally freed Harry, and like a Commander helping an injured soldier, Ron dragged Harry out of the room. Harry got to his feet, whipped out his wand, and yelled,

Rumabash!! Professor Trelawney hit an invisible wall with a sickening crunch, and slid down to the floor. Hesitating no longer, Harry ran, Ron right at his heels.

Harry didn't have any idea of where he was going, all he knew was he had to get as far away from the Divination room as possible. Harry had an idea and stopped dead in his tracks. Ron ran smack dab (a/n sorry I just had to say that!! *laughs*) into Harry, bowling him over.

Whats the big idea Harry? Harry stood up and dusted himself off.

Lets go see Hermione! I mean, it's not like we're ever going to go back to Divination, unless we prefer long, painful deaths. Come on, lets go surprise her! Hey Dean! Seamus! Neville!! Come out wherever you are! We're going to Muggle Studies! You coming? Neville peeked out from a statue of Boris the Bewildered, Dean ran up the stairs, and Seamus...

Ron looked under the carpet. Seamus? Hey where are you? Seamus? Seamus's head popped out the top of a large vase. Did you hear anything we said while you were in there you dilhole? Seamus jumped neatly out of the vase, and leaned on Ron's shoulder.

Actually I did, buddy old pal old thing. Will there be cookies?

And girls? Harry shoved Neville.

Oh please Neville, what girl would want you? Neville sighed and nodded in agreement.

Suppose you're right.. but will there be COOKIES? Harry sighed exasperatedly.

How the hell am I supposed to know? If we go DOWN there, we can FIND out, and see if there are any COOKIES! Ok? Come along children, lets go! Dean, Seamus and Neville threw up their hands, and skipped along the hall, and slid down the banister, singing happily. Ron tugged at Harry's sleeve.

Oh Harry, Harry can I go please? I promise not to get my robe dirty! Harry aimed a punch at Ron, who didn't duck fast enough. Harry laughed, and ran ahead, sitting down and pushing himself off down the railing.

Only if you can catch me!! Harry laughed as he heard Ron's cries of outrage, his feet running on the carpet, and his calls down the stairs as Ron set off after Harry.

You can't hide you know! Harry jumped off, and joined Dean, Seamus, and Neville, who were dancing around in a circle, singing Ring around the Posy.

Oh stuff it you three! You don't know how wrong that looks! Lets see... As Ron stepped onto the landing, Harry walked down the hall, counting the doors. Muggle Studies should be.. this one! Harry opened the door, and was engulfed in a cloud of chalk eraser dust. Coughing, Harry motioned for the other's to run.

Its...Peeves! Go! They turned and ran in the opposite direction of Peeves cackling.

Ooo You won't get away that easily! Peeves began throwing pots, then desks at them. You'll pay for what you did, oh yes you will! Covering their heads, the boys tried to avoid all that was thrown at them. But Neville was not as quick as the others, and he took a nasty hit to the head. Harry looked on in horror and Neville fell motionless to the ground.

PEEVES!! The thundering voice of Filch echoed all around Harry.

Oh feck! He's found out! Hurry into this room! Harry opened the final door, and saw Hermione hugging Orlando Cione.
(A/N) Well how'd you like it? Yes a cliffhanger!! OOOOO Actually I'm working on chappy 14 right now! I was going to just keep writing on this chapter, but I decided it was long enough! So please review! I would like to get to 100 or 90 soon!! Please no bad reviews!! :D Thank you to EVERYONE that has been reviewing! A little note for you LOTR lovers out there, I'm basing Orlando Cione on Orlando Bloom! Well, you know looks and that, not really his WHOLE personality, but yeah kinda!! :D