Harry Potter
Machiavella of Kingsport
Title: Hogwarts Gets Wild!
Summary: It's fifth year: Harry has insane lusts for Cho as well as the new fifth year girl, Ron is still madly jealous of Hermione and Krum, there are some INTERESTING adventures in the Inter-House Quidditch Cup, and Draco has moral struggles with daddy. Meanwhile, the whole of the fifth year has become a bunch of party animals!
Rating: R
Disclaimers: You know whose are J.K. Rowling's, Lola Fernandez is mine, and there are a couple of songs from Andrew Lloyd Weber's 'The Phantom of the Opera'.
Chapter 1: Back to Hogwarts"Agh! I swear, there isn't a single empty compartment on this blasted train!" Ron bellowed, his face crimson. "And the only on with space has Malfoy in it!"
"Eurgh…" Hermione and Harry both shuddered at the thought.
"The only minor plus is that Crabbe and Goyle weren't sitting with him," Harry muttered, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "It seems there's no other choice…"
"No! I refuse to sit next to that Death-Eater scumbag!" Ron exploded, pounding his fist into his thigh.
"Looks like we have to—we can't very well lounge on the floor to get tripped over," Hermione sighed resignedly.
When Ron glared at her fiercely, Harry added, "Ron, Hermione's right."
"Oh yeah, you're prepared to listen to a girl who went out with that evil Bulgarian Quidditch player…"
Hermione flushed angrily. "Oh, don't you talk about Viktor that way! Viktor's very nice, I'll have you know, he doesn't like to have anything to do with the Dark Arts!"
Ron looked about to say something, but he stopped himself, and mumbled, fuming, "Fine! You two can go, I'll stay in the hall, thank you very much," he added nastily as Harry and Hermione turned to go down the hall to the front of the train. Ron snatched a corned beef sandwich from his rucksack and tore ferociously into it.
"Ugh! Can you believe the nerve of him!" Hermione exclaimed. "Really! The way he goes on about Krum, when he's even got his autograph, you'd think he was jealous!"
Harry coughed. "Well, it's quite possible he is jealous," He adjusted the straps on his bag.
"I AM NOT JEALOUS OF THAT STUPID KRUM!" Ron thundered from the end of the hall. "Tunnel of sound, you know, I can hear everything you say from here!"
Hermione and Harry shook their heads ruefully as they neared the front of the train. "Try to deny it though he may…"
"Tunnel of sound!"
They erupted into laughter just when they reached Malfoy's compartment. Harry knocked tentatively at the door. It slid open, and then immediately shut halfway before Harry wedged himself between it and the door casing.
"Just what do you think you're doing, Potter?" Draco jeered.
"We have nowhere else to sit, Malfoy," Hermione snapped, her hands planted firmly on her hips.
"Tough luck, mudblood wench. I'm not sitting with a half-muggle and the nasty person who got two of my friends expelled!"
"Your cronies, you mean? Which?" Hermione asked curiously, though through clenched teeth.
"None of your business, now, is it, beaver teeth?" Draco sneered. "But in any case, it was Crabbe and Goyle."
Hermione's eyebrows went so high they nearly disappeared into her hairline. "Goyle and Crabbe? Harry, how'd you do it—how come you never told me?"
Harry sighed, and muttered, "Dumbledore told me not to tell anyone…"
"But you can tell me!" Hermione implored, ignoring Draco who also seemed to be curious about how the two boys were expelled. "And plus, Malfoy would know, wouldn't he, since he knows them?"
Draco coughed, and glared at Hermione, who had turned back to face him. "I'd be interested in knowing how, too, Potter," he said, his voice ugly and threatening. "Pray let me in on the secret," he drawled.
Harry sighed and looked at the floor, and mumbled, "They were Death-Eaters."
For a bare second Draco's sneer vanished, and in its place was an expression of clear astonishment. But then it dissolved and he was back to his normal state. 'Well, no shit, Sherlock," Draco replied with a slight tremor in his voice, as though he had known it already.
"So can we sit down?" Harry asked through a firmly clenched jaw.
"Don't bother me," Draco replied irritably, making an impatient gesture for Harry and Hermione to enter the compartment, and Harry slid the door shut behind them.
Hours passed; however much Harry persuaded Hermione to play exploding snap, she insisted on reading her new textbooks for school. So he sat twiddling his thumbs, glancing every few minutes at Draco, who was sitting in a corner as far away as possible, reading a book as well. When the food cart came rattling by, Harry jumped up immediately and purchased four cauldron cakes for his rumbling stomach. As he sat back down, shutting his moneybag away in his rucksack, Hermione suddenly closed her book with a snap.
"My money is all shut away in my trunk, Harry, and I'm fairly starving. I don't mean to sound like a mooch, but could I have one of those cauldron cakes?"
"Sure. I didn't think I could eat them all, anyway," Harry lied, handing her one. He noted that Draco was also eyeing the three cakes that were left, but he said nothing, only curled up into a tight ball and continued to read. Harry, who had finished his first cake and was working on his second, couldn't help feeling the slightest bit sympathetic. He spent the next half hour studying the remaining cake and contemplating whether or not to give it to Draco when he realized all at once he wouldn't be able to eat it anyway because he was full. He set the cake quietly next to Draco on the seat opposite seat, and Draco, staring at him coldly and warily, took it wordlessly and ate it as he read.
Sighing with boredom, Harry took out his own book, "The Phantom of the Opera", and began to read as well. The scenery outside the window slowly changed from open moor to rocky bluff and forest as night approached.
The voice that growled "First years, this way," at Hogsmeade Station was surprisingly not Hagrid's, but instead it belonged to Argus Filch, the Hogwarts caretaker.
"Hermione, isn't it odd? I wonder where Hagrid is…"
"He must be off with Madame Maxime, on that assignment Dumbledore had for them at the end of last school year…"
"Oh, I wouldn't worry where that great giant oaf has gone off to. We're all better off without him," Draco sneered nastily, uttering the first words since he had let Harry and Hermione into the compartment. Instead of branching off to another carriage, like he normally would have, he walked with them and boarded in the same one. Ron, who had made a move as though to join them, recoiled and chose a different carriage after seeing that Draco was with them. Harry eyed him oddly.
"Aren't you, um, going to go in another one?" Harry inquired, trying not to sound too nasty. Draco glared at him and didn't answer, just leaned against the window and pretended to doze off as the carriage rattled and bumped its way to the castle.
Entering through the great wooden double doors, Harry took off his hat and fanned himself. The weather was still surprisingly humid and warm for the beginning of September. Draco finally joined the rest of the Slytherins as the throng made its way to the dining hall, and Ron, found Harry and Hermione, but refused to talk to them.
"Great goblins, I'm starving," Harry remarked, his stomach growling. The effects of his two cauldron cakes had long since worn off, and just sitting down at the Gryffindor table in the massive, immense dining hall made him hungry.
"Patience, we've still got sorting," Hermione reminded him as the sorting hat began to sing.
I am the sorting hat, you knowCreated many years ago
To give each student here a home
Their special abilities they would hone
Of the houses there were four
Among which was Gryffindor
This house was for the great and glorious
In Wizard world were the students victorious
The second house was Ravenclaw
Oh, many brilliant wizards it saw
This house was for the shrewd and clever
Not for slackers or squibs, never
The third of the houses was Hufflepuff
Magical ability was never enough
They had to be gracious, warm, and kind
Putting all their differences behind
The last and fourth was Slytherin
The great and powerful it welcomed in
All these wizards earned great glory
Though some reputations were a bit gory
But anyhow you've heard my song
Put me on, I'll tell where you belong!
The hall rang with applause; the line of apprehensive first-years, however, remained silent and quietly waited to be sorted. Harry, deafened by his want of food to fill his stomach, hardly heard the half of it. Across from him, Hermione, and Ron were the Weasley twins, Fred and George, who clapped loudly and enthusiastically as 'Ellys, Caena' was sorted into Gryffindor. They patted the tall, blonde girl on the back as she slid in next to them. She thanked them and then eyed Harry curiously.
"So you're Harry Potter, are you?"
Harry's eyes jerked up from his empty plate. "Oh! Oh, yeah, I am. Congratulations. For getting Gryffindor, that is," he added, noting the girl's temporary confusion.
"Thanks! Well, it certainly is an honor meeting you, Harry. Is it true, by the way, that you actually dueled with You Know"—
Harry cut her off sharply. "I don't mean to be rude or anything, but that's something I'd rather not talk about." A girl slid in next to him on his right as Caena turned to talk to Fred. Harry looked up.
"Hi! I just got sorted into Gryffindor. My name's Lola," the girl drawled. Her voice was warm, like melted butter. She flicked back a lock of wavy chestnut hair. Harry noted that she looked much older than a typical first-year…
"I-I'm Harry. Harry Potter. Erm…this is a very stupid question, but how old are you?"
"I'm fifteen. And I'm not a first-year," she replied, seeing the look of amazement and sudden despair on Harry's face. "I'm a fifth-year. I just transferred from Salem Institute of Magic in New Hampshire, U.S.A." Harry's heart lifted at the news. So she was okay to flirt with…
He noted for the first time Lola's American accent, for he was formerly too busy taking in the view…her even, white-toothed smile, the dimples in her lightly freckled cheeks, and her dancing hazel eyes. American woman, stay away, Harry thought hungrily, his mouth watering, and then, No! No! You like Cho Chang! Not this Lola girl! You're too young for lust!
Lola smiled dirtily at him, as if she could read his thoughts. "My last name, by the way, is Fernandez."
LOLA FERNANDEZ! Harry's mind exploded with delight and excitement. I just met a girl named Lola Fernandez! He hardly noticed that everyone around him was eating, and that he was starving for food. Lola Fernandez! Lola Fernandez! Girls shouldn't be allowed to be that beautiful!
It wasn't until Hermione handed him the beef and gravy that he realized dinner had arrived. He wiped a small drop of drool off of his chin and served himself some beef. Suddenly he remembered something and turned his attention to Fred and George.
"Hey guys," he said through a mouthful of meat, "did you ever get started on that joke shop? I plum forgot to ask you over the holidays."
"We're still working on it. We've been looking around in Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley for ideal places, though we won't be able to actually set up shop until we're out of school. Mum finally (and most begrudgingly) gave her permission," George replied.
"Yeah," added Fred. "So far we've just been selling little spelled candies and bewitched pies to the students, as you know from last year."
"Yeah, those Canary Creams were a hit," Harry agreed. "Did you manage to replace all the Ton-Tongue Toffees your mum confiscated?"
"Nah, we decided they were a little scary for the customers…I mean, look at how terrified your monster of a cousin was when he had one…then again, he's a muggle, he wouldn't expect something like that." Fred chuckled evilly. "It was still bloody hilarious, though."
"Damn straight," Harry replied, taking a Treacle Tart from a tray in the center of the table.
"Damn straight? Where'd you find that expression?" Asked Ron curiously, speaking to him for the first time since the beginning of the train ride.
"Watched a couple American films…uh, 'Shaft', I think. You know, 'Who's the baddest cop in town? Shaft! You damn straight! You know he's one baaaad motherfucker—shut yo' mouth!'"
"Uh, right then," Ron said, shaking his head amusedly. "Nutters…"
Lola giggled. "That was a horrible movie—it was so stupid!"
Harry blushed—he had thought it was quite good, actually. He said nothing, and just continued to eat until it was time for everyone to go to the dormitories. He was in line behind Lola on the way, and not only was he amazed to find that Lee Jordan was their prefect, but his eyes were also glued fast to Lola's behind. Unconsciously he drooled, and only noticed when he dribbled down the front of his robes. He flushed pink with embarrassment and then, most unthinkingly purred, "Lola, do you even have a license for that thing?"
She turned around, amusement twinkling in her bewitching hazel eyes. Harry put on an innocent face.
"It was nothing! I swear!"
"If you say so…" Lola laughed. If her hips swayed any more than before, Harry tried desperately not to notice.
TO BE CONTINUED…