Back! Oh God, OotP really messed up almost every fic, didn't it? Now, their all AU. So, since I really haven't used Sirius a lot, I'm excluding him from this story. I'm sad to see him go, but whatever JKR wants, she gets. A few notes before this chapter. Jen Dobbins really is a professor of Divination at Salem Academy. I've suddenly started an interest in RPGs. And the school in India is Kasten, a school for the Dark Arts, also an RPG. If you want the address to either site, just leave a review with your e-mail, or I can address it in the next chapter.

More Daisy! Come on, you know you love her!

"Well, you two brides," Lavender tried to break the ice, "let's go see what we can find for dress robes."

That brought me out of my trance. "I'm not wearing dress robes, we're having a traditional, Muggle wedding," I stated, turning to look at her.

Draco made an interesting sound before adding, "What?" He's so articulate sometimes. "We'll discuss this later, Jen."

But still, no one could rain on Lavender's parade. "But let's go look anyway. For Daisy," she added almost as an afterthought.

The mysterious girl nodded and pushed Harry gently away. Almost as if a spell had been broken, he returned to his normal self. "Jen!" he yelled as if he'd just seen me. "God, Jenny-Jen, Jen! How have you been lately? Is that a ring? Are you engaged?" he picked me up and spun me around full out, nearly five times.

"That's enough spinning, Harry. Let's put Jenny-Jen down before she pucks on your robes," I laughed through gritted teeth. He finally put me down.

Daisy stepped up and touched his shoulder, making him instantly cold and his eyes glaze over. "Harry, dear," her voice was as sweet as honey, with a tone of complete annoyance, "the girls and I are going dress robe shopping for the wedding. Why don't you run along with the boys." It wasn't a question, it was a command.

"Yes, love," he responded automatically. She smiled and removed her hand, then brushed past him. Before moving on down the road, she stopped in front of me, her bright blue eyes narrowed to a slit. Then she moved on past Lavender and Hermione, leading the way to the robe shop.

I turned to join them when Ron grabbed my arm to stop me. "Watch that one for me, will you?" he nodded at Daisy, "she gives me the creeps."

"Yeah, I get that feeling too." And then I left. I had to run to catch up with them; they were already in the store.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, I emerged into a dark, cool room. There were dress robes scattered over doors and frames, hanging on hangers and draped over chairs. I entered just in time to see the attendant rush off to find some wedding robes for Daisy.

Then she turned. But it wasn't just a turn. She flipped her black hair in a graceful manner. Her eyes met mine. "I believe we haven't really met. I'm Daisy Kemp," she drawled in a voice clearly British. "I just graduated from a school in India."

I smiled, something I noticed she rarely did. "I'm Jen Dobbins," I said in my American accent, trying to sound as informal as possible. "I'm a teacher at Salem Academy. Pleased to meet you." I rushed over to violently shake her hand. Lavender and Hermione gave me a confused glance but didn't say anything. I wasn't about to let her know what I really was.

Suddenly, the attendant returned with a stack of robes. All Daisy's attention was focused on that. We must have been a sight to see. Daisy, tall and beautiful, Hermione, bushy hair and all, Lavender, fair and smiling, and me, brownish red and short, looking around like someone with a bomb down their shirt.

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After an hour or so of dresses, we left the store with a very flashy number for Daisy and a card for me. We met up with the boys, still outside Flourish and Blotts. Draco looked extremely harassed while Harry was half smirking. Daisy quickly sent that look away.

"Lunch, I think," Hermione huffed hurriedly, sensing the building tension. We all followed her off to The Leaky Cauldron. Draco grabbed my arm and held me back a bit.

He murmured in my ear, "If I loved you any less, I wouldn't be here right now."

I looked at him with complete horror. "What does that mean?"

Draco just shrugged his shoulders and looked up at the sky. "There's just no telling." He continued on without another word.

We ordered our lunches (Daisy also took the task of ordering for Harry) and settled to an awkward silence. Unfortunately, Daisy took the call. "So, Jen, what do you teach at Salem?" she asked, innocently enough.

Draco and Ron shot puzzled looks at Lavender and Hermione, who just shrugged them off. Thank God they had the common sense to not say anything. "I teach Divination, actually," I stated, folding my hands on the table.

Daisy scuffed. "An inaccurate study, Divination. Much preferred something useful like Potions, myself. Don't you agree, Harry?"

"Yes, I loved Potions," Harry mumbled like a zombie. Ron's jaw dropped, which Lavender closed quickly, while Hermione just looked nervously around at us all. I remained steadfast in my emotionless expression, as did Draco. We all knew perfectly well that Harry hated Potions.

"Don't you think you're a little young to be getting married?" I inquired as politely as I could, trying to keep my expression calm.

Daisy's eyes suddenly turned much more cold, as if ice daggers would shoot out at any minute. "Don't you think you're a little old to be marrying him?" she asked in return.

I laughed suddenly. "Good one, girl. You have me there," I opened my arms to expose my weak spot as in defeat. But I wouldn't let her win the war.