**Disclaimer: Again, I don't own much: plot, and Melanie. End of story. **
Chapter 3
Melanie wasn't used to this much attention being placed upon her. She looked uneasily at the passing students, some who stared openly, others who cast her many constant glances out of the corners of their eyes.
At first Ron walked along as casually as if he'd been walking with Harry, or Hermionie. But as the amount of stares increased, so did his irritability. After a while, Ron was glaring at the people. Those who'd been around during his first year were pretty used to this, he'd done it around Harry as well.
As Melanie and Ron approached the dungeon that was being used as the Potions classroom, a drawling voice rang out, echoing off the slimy walls. "So Weasly, showing the new girl around? How much?"
"I didn't have to pay him." Melanie commented flatly, rolling her eyes. She cast a glance at Ron to ask, "Who does this guy think he is?"
Ron cast her a responding glance, but she couldn't read it. She turned around, sensing her robes twisting around her ankles as the voice responded, "I meant HIM pay YOU; you see, for someone as well known as you, being seen with a Weasly should be downright mortifying. Potter was simply mis-" he stopped mid-sentence as he caught sight of her eyes. He shook his head, blinked, then continued. "lead." He coughed, then turned and walked into the Potions classroom without a word.
Melanie giggled, looking at Ron "Well, that showed him. Didn't it?"
Ron shrugged, looking confused, "I guess so." She just smiled, and followed where Draco had gone, into the Potions classroom, dragging Ron along by his hand, which was tightly clutched in hers.
They made it into class just in time to snag a seat next to Hermionie and Harry. Ron sat down first, next to Hermionie; Melanie sat next to Harry. Neither Hermionie nor Harry noticed her; they were both already talking to Ron.
"Hey, where'd you and Ginny go?"
"We didn't' see her, were you guys able to find her?"
"Yeah." Ron said bluntly, enjoying the irony of the situation. He grinned charmingly at Melanie as she tried to hide her laughter behind her hands.
"What's she like?" Persisted Hermionie.
"What's she LOOK like?" Asked Harry.
"Why don't you see for yourself?"
"What? How?"
"Well, she's our age, and therefore she's."
"Fifteen."
"Bound to be in one of our classes! She told Ginny and I she had potions next."
"Oh. Where do you s'pose she'll be sitting?"
"Try the seat next to you."
"What?" Harry whirled around and came face to face with Melanie; unfortunately his face was only about two inches away from hers.
"Hello." She told him smiling.
Hermionie was sitting with her hand tightly clamped over her mouth, yet was giggling quiet audibly.
Harry blinked hard a few times, then removed his glasses and cleaned the fog off of them on his robes. He was awestruck, her eyes were unspeakably green, and her clothes showed off her nice figure.
"My name's Melanie. I like your eyes." She and Ron laughed, as they remembered Ginny's reaction to Melanie's eyes, they both now knew why.
They were interrupted by a loud slamming of the classroom door as Professor Snape swooped in. The candles flickered eerily as the draft from the door passed them. "Well, well, well." Snape began, crossing his arms in his trademark fashion, "we seem to have banother/b celebrity in our midst."
Melanie looked around, met Ron's eye and mouthed the word "Who?" Ron's only response was to point at her. She could hear Harry murmur, "Uh-oh, here it comes."
"Miss Kess." Snape winced, "nice to have you in class." At first Harry was confused, but then he realized that Melanie was Dumbledore's grand daughter, and therefore Snape was afraid to taunt her as he had Harry.
Snape looked around at the rest of the class. "Today we will be learning a slight mind control potion, it will make the drinker completely under the command of the maker. Now with the proportions we will be using it is merely for a time of about 5 minutes."
Looking around the room he noted the expressions, deciding whom he would partner with whom. "So you will be partnered into pairs." Everyone immediately made eye contact with who they wanted to pair off with, about five eyes searched for Hermionie's. "Which I will be assigning." The whole class groaned.
He looked at each student as he read off their name and their partner's name. "Mr. Potter, and Mr. Malfoy." Harry's head drooped sadly. "Miss Granger, and." Many in the class sat up hopefully, "Mr. Longbottom, simply because I know he will need the most help." "Miss Parkingson, and Mr. Thomas." More groans. "Miss Kess, and Mr. Weasly." Melanie smiled, but not big because she didn't want Snape to change it.
When he'd finished reading off the names and everyone had taken their seats, he wrote down the ingredients, everyone laboriously copied them. "So. what now?" Melanie whispered to Ron.
"Well, we, uh, make the potion." Ron answered, looking around as if he expected it to be a trick question.
"Oh." Melanie looked down, blushing.
Ron reached into his bag and pulled out some of the ingredients, "So, let's use yours for the rest, okay?"
"Sure." Melanie mumbled, still embarrassed, but now for two reasons. She pulled out every jar of pickled things, essence of anything, or item that could possibly be used for potion making. "Which one's which."
Ron sighed; this was a job for Hermionie, not him. After a bit of work they were able to start working. After a while she was open to asking him questions and was starting to get the hang of this potion making. They were telling each other as they added each ingredient, then crossing it off on their lists so they didn't get twice as much of any certain item.
Of course, as Melanie got cockier about her ability to make the potion, she began to forget to tell Ron when she added something. So by the time that they believed that they were done they had twice as many beetle eyes, spiders' legs, and snake tails, than were required.
"Alright students!" Snape called the classes attention to himself. "Now is the time when we get to find out whether or not you made the potions correctly." He grinned, cruelly, looking at Harry and Draco's desk. "Who ever is sitting on the left side of the table gets to be the subject." Half of the class groaned. "In which case, those of you on the right will be adding a bit of themselves to the potion. Some hair, part of a fingernail, for example."
"Yuck." Melanie whispered to Ron. "Gross." Ron wasn't too disgusted, as he'd already dealt with something like this before, the polyjuice potion in his second year.
A few other girls in the class expressed their disgust at having to do this. Snape's grin grew larger as he added. "The subject gets to drink it." Melanie's jaw fell open, along with many of the other students'. "This is so that the 'maker' will have control of the subject, rather than just anybody. Go on! What are you waiting for?" He urged when nobody wanted to comply.
Melanie grimaced. "Okay Ron. Let's just get this over with. You've got the better job."
Ron pulled a few hairs from his head and placed them in the potion. Melanie gasped as the potion turned a copper color. She looked at the potion in disbelief, scrunching her nose up in disgust.
She looked around; nobody in the classroom was drinking it yet. A fact that Snape clearly noticed. "Fine, on my count. One, two, three."
Half the class quickly ingested some of their potion, many plugging their noses. "Now," Snape began, "those of you who were not supposed to drink this, think of something that you would like to see your partner do."
There were a few gasps at the front of the class, as Hermionie passionately kissed Neville full on the lips. They both came away from it blushing. A loud crash at the back stopped the catcalls half way through. Melanie was lying on the floor, clutching her stomach, groaning and convulsing in agony. Harry quickly stood up to go help her, but just as he passed Ron he stopped walking. His face was screwed up in concentration as if loosing a fight with an inner force. Finally he whirled around, catching Ron in the jaw with a vicious uppercut. Ron went flying back out of his seat. Ron stood, his fists clenched, ready to smack Harry a good one. "Ron! That was Draco! It was!" He held his hands up in defeat, or protection, either one.
A loud groan from Melanie reminded Harry and Ron what they were supposed to be doing. They both helped her up, and put her back into her chair. "Are you okay?" Harry asked.
Melanie shook her head, as if trying to clear it. Hair fell down in front of her eyes, but she didn't bother to brush it away. "I guess." She said weakly. She looked from Harry to Ron.
As their eyes met a strange thought passed through Ron's head. 'I wonder what she'd look like with red hair.'
The whole class gasped and Ron suddenly found himself looking at a gorgeous redhead.
**Hmm. what could that mean? Review and maybe I'll tell you.**
Chapter 3
Melanie wasn't used to this much attention being placed upon her. She looked uneasily at the passing students, some who stared openly, others who cast her many constant glances out of the corners of their eyes.
At first Ron walked along as casually as if he'd been walking with Harry, or Hermionie. But as the amount of stares increased, so did his irritability. After a while, Ron was glaring at the people. Those who'd been around during his first year were pretty used to this, he'd done it around Harry as well.
As Melanie and Ron approached the dungeon that was being used as the Potions classroom, a drawling voice rang out, echoing off the slimy walls. "So Weasly, showing the new girl around? How much?"
"I didn't have to pay him." Melanie commented flatly, rolling her eyes. She cast a glance at Ron to ask, "Who does this guy think he is?"
Ron cast her a responding glance, but she couldn't read it. She turned around, sensing her robes twisting around her ankles as the voice responded, "I meant HIM pay YOU; you see, for someone as well known as you, being seen with a Weasly should be downright mortifying. Potter was simply mis-" he stopped mid-sentence as he caught sight of her eyes. He shook his head, blinked, then continued. "lead." He coughed, then turned and walked into the Potions classroom without a word.
Melanie giggled, looking at Ron "Well, that showed him. Didn't it?"
Ron shrugged, looking confused, "I guess so." She just smiled, and followed where Draco had gone, into the Potions classroom, dragging Ron along by his hand, which was tightly clutched in hers.
They made it into class just in time to snag a seat next to Hermionie and Harry. Ron sat down first, next to Hermionie; Melanie sat next to Harry. Neither Hermionie nor Harry noticed her; they were both already talking to Ron.
"Hey, where'd you and Ginny go?"
"We didn't' see her, were you guys able to find her?"
"Yeah." Ron said bluntly, enjoying the irony of the situation. He grinned charmingly at Melanie as she tried to hide her laughter behind her hands.
"What's she like?" Persisted Hermionie.
"What's she LOOK like?" Asked Harry.
"Why don't you see for yourself?"
"What? How?"
"Well, she's our age, and therefore she's."
"Fifteen."
"Bound to be in one of our classes! She told Ginny and I she had potions next."
"Oh. Where do you s'pose she'll be sitting?"
"Try the seat next to you."
"What?" Harry whirled around and came face to face with Melanie; unfortunately his face was only about two inches away from hers.
"Hello." She told him smiling.
Hermionie was sitting with her hand tightly clamped over her mouth, yet was giggling quiet audibly.
Harry blinked hard a few times, then removed his glasses and cleaned the fog off of them on his robes. He was awestruck, her eyes were unspeakably green, and her clothes showed off her nice figure.
"My name's Melanie. I like your eyes." She and Ron laughed, as they remembered Ginny's reaction to Melanie's eyes, they both now knew why.
They were interrupted by a loud slamming of the classroom door as Professor Snape swooped in. The candles flickered eerily as the draft from the door passed them. "Well, well, well." Snape began, crossing his arms in his trademark fashion, "we seem to have banother/b celebrity in our midst."
Melanie looked around, met Ron's eye and mouthed the word "Who?" Ron's only response was to point at her. She could hear Harry murmur, "Uh-oh, here it comes."
"Miss Kess." Snape winced, "nice to have you in class." At first Harry was confused, but then he realized that Melanie was Dumbledore's grand daughter, and therefore Snape was afraid to taunt her as he had Harry.
Snape looked around at the rest of the class. "Today we will be learning a slight mind control potion, it will make the drinker completely under the command of the maker. Now with the proportions we will be using it is merely for a time of about 5 minutes."
Looking around the room he noted the expressions, deciding whom he would partner with whom. "So you will be partnered into pairs." Everyone immediately made eye contact with who they wanted to pair off with, about five eyes searched for Hermionie's. "Which I will be assigning." The whole class groaned.
He looked at each student as he read off their name and their partner's name. "Mr. Potter, and Mr. Malfoy." Harry's head drooped sadly. "Miss Granger, and." Many in the class sat up hopefully, "Mr. Longbottom, simply because I know he will need the most help." "Miss Parkingson, and Mr. Thomas." More groans. "Miss Kess, and Mr. Weasly." Melanie smiled, but not big because she didn't want Snape to change it.
When he'd finished reading off the names and everyone had taken their seats, he wrote down the ingredients, everyone laboriously copied them. "So. what now?" Melanie whispered to Ron.
"Well, we, uh, make the potion." Ron answered, looking around as if he expected it to be a trick question.
"Oh." Melanie looked down, blushing.
Ron reached into his bag and pulled out some of the ingredients, "So, let's use yours for the rest, okay?"
"Sure." Melanie mumbled, still embarrassed, but now for two reasons. She pulled out every jar of pickled things, essence of anything, or item that could possibly be used for potion making. "Which one's which."
Ron sighed; this was a job for Hermionie, not him. After a bit of work they were able to start working. After a while she was open to asking him questions and was starting to get the hang of this potion making. They were telling each other as they added each ingredient, then crossing it off on their lists so they didn't get twice as much of any certain item.
Of course, as Melanie got cockier about her ability to make the potion, she began to forget to tell Ron when she added something. So by the time that they believed that they were done they had twice as many beetle eyes, spiders' legs, and snake tails, than were required.
"Alright students!" Snape called the classes attention to himself. "Now is the time when we get to find out whether or not you made the potions correctly." He grinned, cruelly, looking at Harry and Draco's desk. "Who ever is sitting on the left side of the table gets to be the subject." Half of the class groaned. "In which case, those of you on the right will be adding a bit of themselves to the potion. Some hair, part of a fingernail, for example."
"Yuck." Melanie whispered to Ron. "Gross." Ron wasn't too disgusted, as he'd already dealt with something like this before, the polyjuice potion in his second year.
A few other girls in the class expressed their disgust at having to do this. Snape's grin grew larger as he added. "The subject gets to drink it." Melanie's jaw fell open, along with many of the other students'. "This is so that the 'maker' will have control of the subject, rather than just anybody. Go on! What are you waiting for?" He urged when nobody wanted to comply.
Melanie grimaced. "Okay Ron. Let's just get this over with. You've got the better job."
Ron pulled a few hairs from his head and placed them in the potion. Melanie gasped as the potion turned a copper color. She looked at the potion in disbelief, scrunching her nose up in disgust.
She looked around; nobody in the classroom was drinking it yet. A fact that Snape clearly noticed. "Fine, on my count. One, two, three."
Half the class quickly ingested some of their potion, many plugging their noses. "Now," Snape began, "those of you who were not supposed to drink this, think of something that you would like to see your partner do."
There were a few gasps at the front of the class, as Hermionie passionately kissed Neville full on the lips. They both came away from it blushing. A loud crash at the back stopped the catcalls half way through. Melanie was lying on the floor, clutching her stomach, groaning and convulsing in agony. Harry quickly stood up to go help her, but just as he passed Ron he stopped walking. His face was screwed up in concentration as if loosing a fight with an inner force. Finally he whirled around, catching Ron in the jaw with a vicious uppercut. Ron went flying back out of his seat. Ron stood, his fists clenched, ready to smack Harry a good one. "Ron! That was Draco! It was!" He held his hands up in defeat, or protection, either one.
A loud groan from Melanie reminded Harry and Ron what they were supposed to be doing. They both helped her up, and put her back into her chair. "Are you okay?" Harry asked.
Melanie shook her head, as if trying to clear it. Hair fell down in front of her eyes, but she didn't bother to brush it away. "I guess." She said weakly. She looked from Harry to Ron.
As their eyes met a strange thought passed through Ron's head. 'I wonder what she'd look like with red hair.'
The whole class gasped and Ron suddenly found himself looking at a gorgeous redhead.
**Hmm. what could that mean? Review and maybe I'll tell you.**