Disclaimer: Same as always, I don't own Harry Potter only my characters (In
other words, I kinda own my friends: P).
OK, enjoy the story! I almost finished it!! :D
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The rest of the week passed so quickly. There was no seriously bad homework, the teachers didn't set hard work in classes and the talent show was due to happen in a few days time. Nearly everyone in the school was looking forward to this event that was everyone but a certain few people.
Ginny, Paul and Rhys sat in the common room late one night, discussing the last few touches to their instruments and clothes. But none of them really had their minds on the job, more like they were thinking about Tom's departure from their humble little band.
"We've got no chance at winning now," Ginny said her voice all sad and upset.
"Don't talk like that Gin! We still are in with a chance," Paul said trying to sound confident, "even if we don't have our lead guitarist."
"Exactly, how are we supposed to win without him?" Rhys shouted throwing his hands up in despair.
"Win without who?" came a voice from the top of the staircase.
"Tom, Laura, Tom," Ginny said recognizing the voice instantly.
"What about Tom? What did he do?" Laura asked sitting down on the couch next to Rhys.
"He left the band, we're screwed without him," Rhys said his head falling to his hands.
"No you aren't! You guys are great even without Tom," Laura said cheerfully looking around at her friends.
"Let's just change the topic can we?" Paul said beginning to hate the topic of Tom.
"I know, how about Ginny and her new lover?" Laura asked smirking in Ginny's direction.
'Or not,' Paul thought in his mind.
"Err; I think I need some rest. See you guys in the morning," Ginny said blushing and ran quickly upstairs.
Laura giggled as she watched Ginny stumbled up the stairs. Laura turned back to Paul and Rhys who both just stared at each other and shook their heads. Laura rolled her eyes and said, "I'll see you two in the morning!"
She then followed suit and went upstairs to her dormitory to talk to Ginny privately. Laura opened the door quietly and saw Ginny sitting on her bed breathing deeply.
"So, can you tell me now?" Laura asked excitedly sitting on the bed next to her.
"Well, yeah," Ginny said blushing.
"Is he good?" Laura asked smirking again.
"Wow, wow hang on! Are you implying that me and him. did it?" Ginny asked her eyes nearly bursting from her head.
Laura edged backwards and fell off the bed. Ginny looked over and saw her still staring at her wide eyed and just staring. Ginny turned away and blushed as Laura hopped back on the bed and just stared at her.
"What the hell gave you that idea?" Laura asked sounding disgusted.
Ginny looked up at her in shock and giggled trying to make out she knew she didn't mean that all along. Laura joined in on the laughing then stopped and waited for her answer.
"Well, if it wasn't that what did you mean?" Ginny asked still laughing a little.
"I meant, can he kiss or is he can't he kiss for shit?" Laura asked waiting in anticipation.
Ginny blushed and said quietly, "He's really good, and I mean good here."
They both sat in total silence for a few seconds until it was broken by Laura bursting out laughing causing her to fall off the bed yet again. Ginny let out a squeal and lent over the bed to make sure she was alright.
"Him? Peter Hall? A good kisser?" Laura said now in tears.
Ginny sat up properly on her bed and crossed her arms angrily. Laura knelt next to the bed and looked at Ginny. She let out one last laugh then started apologizing.
"He is though," Ginny said not looking at her.
"Well, he might be it just, I never pictured him good, at kissing I mean," Laura said letting out another little giggle.
"It's just as funny as you saying James is a good kisser," Ginny said still rather offended.
Laura stopped giggling at once and looked at Ginny sourly. Ginny looked over smugly at Laura who admitted defeat and sat on the floor next to Ginny's bed.
"How good is James?" Ginny asked still not facing Laura.
"If you must no Ginny, he's bloody crap," Laura said feeling her cheeks go red.
Ginny tried to hold back her giggles back but she soon couldn't hold them back any longer and burst out laughing on her bed, rolling around. Laura saw how stupid Ginny looked and began to laugh as well. The two girls stayed up to the late hours of the night just talking about anything that came to their minds.
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"Oh, Rhysie, over here Rhysie," Emma called the next morning in Herbology.
Rhys groaned as he saw Emma jumping up and down out of her seat to get Rhys' attention. Rhys smiled and waved casually to her then turned to his friends, all of whom were quietly laughing.
"Don't say a word," Rhys said between his clenched teeth and walked over to his saved seat.
"How are we this morning Rhys?" Emma asked excitedly as he sat down.
"Just great," Rhys moaned and sat in his seat.
Emma smiled happily and looked around at her friends, which only consisted of Lauren and Steph, both who rolled there eyes at Emma's over happiness. Rhys smiled sweetly at Steph but she simply just ignored him.
"Isn't this nice, all of us just sitting here, enjoying life," Emma said grinning, swaying in her seat.
"Emma, get over it, it's just Rhys," Steph said angrily.
"Hey! That sounded like a mean comment!" Rhys shouted leaning back on his chair.
"Honestly Rhys, saying those stupid little comments isn't making you look any cuter," Steph said glaring at him and quickly changed seats before there teacher started their class.
"She should watch her mouth!" Emma said watching her take a seat by Laura, "I'm sorry for what she said Rhysie."
Rhys felt the upsetting feeling in his stomach again, the same feeling he felt when he has ditched Tom. Rhys groaned out loud then let his head hit the desk before him. Emma squealed and placed a caring hand on his shoulder.
"Mr Johnson, I don't tolerate that sort of behavior in my classroom!" Professor Sprout yelled at Rhys.
"What did I do?" Rhys asked her.
"Don't you answer back at me young man, get out of my classroom!" Professor Sprout yelled again (A/N Lauren, is it just me or did that like sound so a Miss Towns line?)
"Fine," Rhys said rolling his eyes and got up out of his chair and walked out of the Greenhouse.
Professor Sprout made sure Rhys sat outside of the Greenhouse before returning to her class. She cleared her throat then said, "Now if any of you start behaving like that in here you'll end up outside with him!"
The class gulped at the same time then waited for there instructions. Professor Sprout told them what they were expected to finish in that lesson, then the whole class got to work straight away.
After one hot hour in the Greenhouse, the fourth years were all so excited to leave the Greenhouse, not just to get cool but to talk to Rhys about getting thrown out.
"Were you scared?"
"What were you doing?"
"By gosh did you make her mad,"
"Burp!"
They were only half of the weird questions Rhys got asked on the way back to the common room. Rhys enjoyed all this attention, it made him forget about why he really was upset.
"Rhysie, Rhys, Rhys Johnson!" Emma called running up from behind the crowd.
"Emma, we need to talk," Rhys said pulling her aside.
"Not good blondie, nothing good comes after those lines!" one of Rhys' fans yelled as he walked passed.
Rhys glared at the guy then pulled Emma aside next to one of the gargoyle statues. Emma still smiled stupidly at him, hoping he dragged her aside for a secret kiss. Rhys noticed her smiling face then bowed his head.
"Emma, I'm afraid, this is the end of us," Rhys said sadly.
"Really? Great!" Emma shouted happily.
"Great? Huh? What?" Rhys asked looking back up at her.
"Rhys, I'm sorry, but lately I haven't been feeling as strongly for you as I did," Emma said cheerfully, "I mean, I like Tom now."
"Tom?" Rhys asked nearly falling over, "My friend Tom?"
"Like dah!" Emma said rolling her eyes, "It was nice you and me while it lasted."
Emma grinned and gave Rhys a quick last goodbye kiss on the cheek then skipped off after her classmates. Rhys stared off into space as he touched his cheek. He quickly rubbed off the kiss and stumbled as he walked back with his classmates to their common room.
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While all the other kids were off enjoying there lunchtime, Emily lay on her bed reading another one of her teen romance magazines. Emily sat there reading in a trance, until Hermione came bursting in braking her concentration.
"Oh it's you," Hermione said sourly as she threw her books on her bed.
"What did you expect? It's my dormitory as well as yours," Emily said not bothering to look up from her magazine.
"But I don't like you," Hermione said sounding full of herself.
"God Hermione, get some decent get-backs would you?" Emily said placing down her magazine.
"I have some, why don't you go get some decent boyfriends instead of stealing mine!" Hermione screamed at her.
"Gees Hermione, I didn't take him he was just being friendly," Emily said getting off her bed.
"Doesn't mean you have to be friendly back at him," Hermione yelled turning away from her.
"Being his girlfriend doesn't mean you get to decide who his friends can be!" Emily yelled at her losing her temper.
"I do to," Hermione said sticking her nose up in the air.
"I'm leaving," Emily said walking out of the dormitory.
"Don't you walk away from me!" Hermione screeched running after her.
"Fine then, you walk away!" Emily screamed leaving a gap for Hermione to pass.
"I'm not walking away until I've gotten one thing straight," Hermione said mysteriously.
"And what do you need to get straight? Apart from your hair," Emily demanded of her.
"Do you like Ron? Just to know if I've got competition or not," Hermione whispered in Emily's ear.
Emily felt a chill go down her spine as the sound of Hermione's icy, mysterious voice. Emily looked into her eyes and saw that they looked just like how her voice sounded, icy and mysterious. Emily just smiled and nodded.
Hermione glared into Emily's eyes. Then, Hermione did something she never thought she'd do in her life, she lifted her hand and slapped Emily fare and square on the side of her face, causing Emily to fall down the stairs.
Emily landed on floor at the end of the stairs, pain running throughout her body and of course her face. Emily moaned and tried sitting up. She sat up, leaning on her arm for support, then down the stairs came Hermione and as she passed, she whispered in Emily's ear.
"Guess I don't have that harder competition after all," Hermione whispered and kept walking out of the common room.
Emily breathed heavily as she sat on the floor, trying to support her body. She grabbed hold of the staircase railing and pulled herself slowly off the floor and back on her two feet.
Emily let out a scream of pain as she tried to stand up properly and quickly clutched the side of her stomach. Emily lent against the wall, holding her side and began to cry silence tears. With one last sniffle, Emily pushed herself off the wall and sat on the bottom of the stairs still clutching her side.
"Emily, the potion, its ready," Herman called coming down into the common room, hearing her voice.
Herman leaped down the stairs, two at a time until her reached Emily at the bottom. Herman noticed her hand on her side and he sprinted next to her to check she was alright.
"I'm fine Herman, just go get the potion," Emily said sniffling.
"You sure?" Herman asked noticing her cheek.
"Yes I am Herman! Go get the potion and we'll begin," Emily said.
"Yes Emily, whatever you say," Herman said then sprinted off to get his long awaited potion.
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Rough guess people, but I'd say this story has about 3 or so chappies left then I begin my new one! Hope you're excited as me! I can't wait to write it. (I love writing for those who didn't know :P) Well yeah *cough cough* Please read and review (Why did I type it properly?)
~KiTtY cOpY cAt~
OK, enjoy the story! I almost finished it!! :D
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The rest of the week passed so quickly. There was no seriously bad homework, the teachers didn't set hard work in classes and the talent show was due to happen in a few days time. Nearly everyone in the school was looking forward to this event that was everyone but a certain few people.
Ginny, Paul and Rhys sat in the common room late one night, discussing the last few touches to their instruments and clothes. But none of them really had their minds on the job, more like they were thinking about Tom's departure from their humble little band.
"We've got no chance at winning now," Ginny said her voice all sad and upset.
"Don't talk like that Gin! We still are in with a chance," Paul said trying to sound confident, "even if we don't have our lead guitarist."
"Exactly, how are we supposed to win without him?" Rhys shouted throwing his hands up in despair.
"Win without who?" came a voice from the top of the staircase.
"Tom, Laura, Tom," Ginny said recognizing the voice instantly.
"What about Tom? What did he do?" Laura asked sitting down on the couch next to Rhys.
"He left the band, we're screwed without him," Rhys said his head falling to his hands.
"No you aren't! You guys are great even without Tom," Laura said cheerfully looking around at her friends.
"Let's just change the topic can we?" Paul said beginning to hate the topic of Tom.
"I know, how about Ginny and her new lover?" Laura asked smirking in Ginny's direction.
'Or not,' Paul thought in his mind.
"Err; I think I need some rest. See you guys in the morning," Ginny said blushing and ran quickly upstairs.
Laura giggled as she watched Ginny stumbled up the stairs. Laura turned back to Paul and Rhys who both just stared at each other and shook their heads. Laura rolled her eyes and said, "I'll see you two in the morning!"
She then followed suit and went upstairs to her dormitory to talk to Ginny privately. Laura opened the door quietly and saw Ginny sitting on her bed breathing deeply.
"So, can you tell me now?" Laura asked excitedly sitting on the bed next to her.
"Well, yeah," Ginny said blushing.
"Is he good?" Laura asked smirking again.
"Wow, wow hang on! Are you implying that me and him. did it?" Ginny asked her eyes nearly bursting from her head.
Laura edged backwards and fell off the bed. Ginny looked over and saw her still staring at her wide eyed and just staring. Ginny turned away and blushed as Laura hopped back on the bed and just stared at her.
"What the hell gave you that idea?" Laura asked sounding disgusted.
Ginny looked up at her in shock and giggled trying to make out she knew she didn't mean that all along. Laura joined in on the laughing then stopped and waited for her answer.
"Well, if it wasn't that what did you mean?" Ginny asked still laughing a little.
"I meant, can he kiss or is he can't he kiss for shit?" Laura asked waiting in anticipation.
Ginny blushed and said quietly, "He's really good, and I mean good here."
They both sat in total silence for a few seconds until it was broken by Laura bursting out laughing causing her to fall off the bed yet again. Ginny let out a squeal and lent over the bed to make sure she was alright.
"Him? Peter Hall? A good kisser?" Laura said now in tears.
Ginny sat up properly on her bed and crossed her arms angrily. Laura knelt next to the bed and looked at Ginny. She let out one last laugh then started apologizing.
"He is though," Ginny said not looking at her.
"Well, he might be it just, I never pictured him good, at kissing I mean," Laura said letting out another little giggle.
"It's just as funny as you saying James is a good kisser," Ginny said still rather offended.
Laura stopped giggling at once and looked at Ginny sourly. Ginny looked over smugly at Laura who admitted defeat and sat on the floor next to Ginny's bed.
"How good is James?" Ginny asked still not facing Laura.
"If you must no Ginny, he's bloody crap," Laura said feeling her cheeks go red.
Ginny tried to hold back her giggles back but she soon couldn't hold them back any longer and burst out laughing on her bed, rolling around. Laura saw how stupid Ginny looked and began to laugh as well. The two girls stayed up to the late hours of the night just talking about anything that came to their minds.
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"Oh, Rhysie, over here Rhysie," Emma called the next morning in Herbology.
Rhys groaned as he saw Emma jumping up and down out of her seat to get Rhys' attention. Rhys smiled and waved casually to her then turned to his friends, all of whom were quietly laughing.
"Don't say a word," Rhys said between his clenched teeth and walked over to his saved seat.
"How are we this morning Rhys?" Emma asked excitedly as he sat down.
"Just great," Rhys moaned and sat in his seat.
Emma smiled happily and looked around at her friends, which only consisted of Lauren and Steph, both who rolled there eyes at Emma's over happiness. Rhys smiled sweetly at Steph but she simply just ignored him.
"Isn't this nice, all of us just sitting here, enjoying life," Emma said grinning, swaying in her seat.
"Emma, get over it, it's just Rhys," Steph said angrily.
"Hey! That sounded like a mean comment!" Rhys shouted leaning back on his chair.
"Honestly Rhys, saying those stupid little comments isn't making you look any cuter," Steph said glaring at him and quickly changed seats before there teacher started their class.
"She should watch her mouth!" Emma said watching her take a seat by Laura, "I'm sorry for what she said Rhysie."
Rhys felt the upsetting feeling in his stomach again, the same feeling he felt when he has ditched Tom. Rhys groaned out loud then let his head hit the desk before him. Emma squealed and placed a caring hand on his shoulder.
"Mr Johnson, I don't tolerate that sort of behavior in my classroom!" Professor Sprout yelled at Rhys.
"What did I do?" Rhys asked her.
"Don't you answer back at me young man, get out of my classroom!" Professor Sprout yelled again (A/N Lauren, is it just me or did that like sound so a Miss Towns line?)
"Fine," Rhys said rolling his eyes and got up out of his chair and walked out of the Greenhouse.
Professor Sprout made sure Rhys sat outside of the Greenhouse before returning to her class. She cleared her throat then said, "Now if any of you start behaving like that in here you'll end up outside with him!"
The class gulped at the same time then waited for there instructions. Professor Sprout told them what they were expected to finish in that lesson, then the whole class got to work straight away.
After one hot hour in the Greenhouse, the fourth years were all so excited to leave the Greenhouse, not just to get cool but to talk to Rhys about getting thrown out.
"Were you scared?"
"What were you doing?"
"By gosh did you make her mad,"
"Burp!"
They were only half of the weird questions Rhys got asked on the way back to the common room. Rhys enjoyed all this attention, it made him forget about why he really was upset.
"Rhysie, Rhys, Rhys Johnson!" Emma called running up from behind the crowd.
"Emma, we need to talk," Rhys said pulling her aside.
"Not good blondie, nothing good comes after those lines!" one of Rhys' fans yelled as he walked passed.
Rhys glared at the guy then pulled Emma aside next to one of the gargoyle statues. Emma still smiled stupidly at him, hoping he dragged her aside for a secret kiss. Rhys noticed her smiling face then bowed his head.
"Emma, I'm afraid, this is the end of us," Rhys said sadly.
"Really? Great!" Emma shouted happily.
"Great? Huh? What?" Rhys asked looking back up at her.
"Rhys, I'm sorry, but lately I haven't been feeling as strongly for you as I did," Emma said cheerfully, "I mean, I like Tom now."
"Tom?" Rhys asked nearly falling over, "My friend Tom?"
"Like dah!" Emma said rolling her eyes, "It was nice you and me while it lasted."
Emma grinned and gave Rhys a quick last goodbye kiss on the cheek then skipped off after her classmates. Rhys stared off into space as he touched his cheek. He quickly rubbed off the kiss and stumbled as he walked back with his classmates to their common room.
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While all the other kids were off enjoying there lunchtime, Emily lay on her bed reading another one of her teen romance magazines. Emily sat there reading in a trance, until Hermione came bursting in braking her concentration.
"Oh it's you," Hermione said sourly as she threw her books on her bed.
"What did you expect? It's my dormitory as well as yours," Emily said not bothering to look up from her magazine.
"But I don't like you," Hermione said sounding full of herself.
"God Hermione, get some decent get-backs would you?" Emily said placing down her magazine.
"I have some, why don't you go get some decent boyfriends instead of stealing mine!" Hermione screamed at her.
"Gees Hermione, I didn't take him he was just being friendly," Emily said getting off her bed.
"Doesn't mean you have to be friendly back at him," Hermione yelled turning away from her.
"Being his girlfriend doesn't mean you get to decide who his friends can be!" Emily yelled at her losing her temper.
"I do to," Hermione said sticking her nose up in the air.
"I'm leaving," Emily said walking out of the dormitory.
"Don't you walk away from me!" Hermione screeched running after her.
"Fine then, you walk away!" Emily screamed leaving a gap for Hermione to pass.
"I'm not walking away until I've gotten one thing straight," Hermione said mysteriously.
"And what do you need to get straight? Apart from your hair," Emily demanded of her.
"Do you like Ron? Just to know if I've got competition or not," Hermione whispered in Emily's ear.
Emily felt a chill go down her spine as the sound of Hermione's icy, mysterious voice. Emily looked into her eyes and saw that they looked just like how her voice sounded, icy and mysterious. Emily just smiled and nodded.
Hermione glared into Emily's eyes. Then, Hermione did something she never thought she'd do in her life, she lifted her hand and slapped Emily fare and square on the side of her face, causing Emily to fall down the stairs.
Emily landed on floor at the end of the stairs, pain running throughout her body and of course her face. Emily moaned and tried sitting up. She sat up, leaning on her arm for support, then down the stairs came Hermione and as she passed, she whispered in Emily's ear.
"Guess I don't have that harder competition after all," Hermione whispered and kept walking out of the common room.
Emily breathed heavily as she sat on the floor, trying to support her body. She grabbed hold of the staircase railing and pulled herself slowly off the floor and back on her two feet.
Emily let out a scream of pain as she tried to stand up properly and quickly clutched the side of her stomach. Emily lent against the wall, holding her side and began to cry silence tears. With one last sniffle, Emily pushed herself off the wall and sat on the bottom of the stairs still clutching her side.
"Emily, the potion, its ready," Herman called coming down into the common room, hearing her voice.
Herman leaped down the stairs, two at a time until her reached Emily at the bottom. Herman noticed her hand on her side and he sprinted next to her to check she was alright.
"I'm fine Herman, just go get the potion," Emily said sniffling.
"You sure?" Herman asked noticing her cheek.
"Yes I am Herman! Go get the potion and we'll begin," Emily said.
"Yes Emily, whatever you say," Herman said then sprinted off to get his long awaited potion.
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Rough guess people, but I'd say this story has about 3 or so chappies left then I begin my new one! Hope you're excited as me! I can't wait to write it. (I love writing for those who didn't know :P) Well yeah *cough cough* Please read and review (Why did I type it properly?)
~KiTtY cOpY cAt~