Harry, Ron, and Deirdre got to know each other very well over the next few hours. They talked about each other's background life that happened previous to their discussion. Of course, like everyone else, Deirdre already knew how Harry ended up with the Dursleys, but she was shocked when she heard how they treated him.
"That's horrible. I was adopted in England, but my adoptive 'rents moved to Australia not long after they adopted me. I've lost all contact with my real family. I do have this picture from when I was a newborn in the hospital, but it's torn. I've asked my 'rents about it, but they won't tell me why it was torn." She pulled the picture out of her trunk and handed it to Harry.
"Sorry, but do you mean rents as in your house rents that you pay to the owner of the building?" Harry asked looking at the picture.
"No, I mean 'rents as in your parents. It's just a term we use back in Australia." She smiled
"Do you ever think that you will ever find out who your real family is?" Ron asked, taking the picture as Harry passed it to him.
"I'd like to find them, but I'm not sure if I ever will or not." She looked a bit sad.
Just then, Hermione walked in. She looked around at everyone as they stared at her. She then walked over to her four-poster and put her books on the table.
"Hello," she said, sitting on her bed.
"Hello," they replied.
"Do you two know how late it is?" she asked.
Harry looked at his watch. It read 12:30 a.m. "Oh, sorry, Hermione. We got talking and didn't keep an eye on the time. We'll go to our dorm now."
Harry and Ron went down to the girls' dorm steps and up the boys' to their dorm. They changed and went to sleep.
The next morning, Harry, Deirdre, Ron, and Hermione walked to breakfast together. Everyone stared as they walked in.
"Hermione and Deirdre are the only two people in the whole school that don't notice the resemblance!" Ron whispered, so the girls wouldn't hear.
"I know! It's really weird. They're just talking and laughing together as if they weren't exactly alike!" Ron motioned for Harry to keep his voice down, and he nodded.
They took their seats and began to eat. Harry and Ron started talking about Quidditch, and Deirdre became interested.
"I love to play Quidditch! I have a Nimbus Two Thousand and One." She looked at the guys, and Hermione stared at the sausage on her plate.
"Well, Harry has a Firebolt!" Ron said this before Harry could even open his mouth.
"Wow! A Firebolt?" Harry nodded. "I wanted a Firebolt, but my mom wouldn't get me one. She thinks they go too fast."
"You can try mine later." He gave her a friendly smile.
"That would be great." Deirdre blushed a little in embarrassment. "Oh, and Harry, I would like to ask you something after dinner."
"Yeah, sure." Harry was wondering what it was, but he didn't think it was anything too major if it could wait until after dinner.
The day seemed to go on forever for Harry. He kept wondering what Deirdre had to ask him. Little Professor Flitwick even had trouble bringing Harry out of his thoughts, and Harry loves listening to what Professor Flitwick has to say.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, it was time for dinner. Everyone went down to the Great Hall.
"Deirdre, would you like to go out to the Quidditch Pitch and try my Firebolt while we talk?" Harry asked.
"Sure, that would be great," she replied.
"Dinner ended and Harry and Deirdre went up to get his Firebolt. Then they went down to the Quidditch Pitch.
"So, what did you want to ask me?" he asked.
"Right," she said nervously. "What I wanted to ask you was..." and she stopped talking from being nervous.
"Well?" Harry asked.
"Will you go out with me?" she blurted out.
"Sure, why not?" he said and shrugged.
"I knew you would say no." she said and turned around.
He turned after her and grabbed her shoulder. He spun her straight around and said, "I didn't say no. I said yes." Then he kissed her.
Her eyes widened in shock, but she quickly became more comfortable with the kiss. When they broke apart, Harry's face was slightly red. They looked at each other.
Harry picked up the Firebolt and pulled her onto it. He kicked off, and they zoomed off into the gathering darkness.
Ron watched from the dorm room window. He was a little angry. Harry always got what he wanted. Ron sat on his bed to await Harry's arrival.
Harry came in half an hour later, a huge smile on his face. He has just said goodnight to Deirdre with a long involved kiss, and was very happy.
"What's wrong with you Ron?" Harry said a few minutes after he came into the dorm.
"You should know," Ron said temperedly.
"What ARE you talking about?" Harry was very confused.
"You are always getting your way. Never getting into trouble, always getting the girls. You never share anything with your friends," Ron said, still angry.
"I've shared a lot of good times with you, Ron. I can't help that I'm me. If I could trade places with you, I would Ron. Believe me, I hate people always starting at my scar," Harry said, becoming angered as well.
"Only if I got a quarter of the attention you got, I'd be very happy," Ron said.
"Let's not fight, Ron. It's not good to go to sleep mad," Harry said.
"Alright then. We should be getting to bed anyway. We're just fighting over something stupid. Goodnight, Harry," Ron said, feeling stupid for starting an argument over something so stupid.
"Goodnight Ron," Harry said. Then they went to sleep. Both were out when their heads hit their pillows.
"That's horrible. I was adopted in England, but my adoptive 'rents moved to Australia not long after they adopted me. I've lost all contact with my real family. I do have this picture from when I was a newborn in the hospital, but it's torn. I've asked my 'rents about it, but they won't tell me why it was torn." She pulled the picture out of her trunk and handed it to Harry.
"Sorry, but do you mean rents as in your house rents that you pay to the owner of the building?" Harry asked looking at the picture.
"No, I mean 'rents as in your parents. It's just a term we use back in Australia." She smiled
"Do you ever think that you will ever find out who your real family is?" Ron asked, taking the picture as Harry passed it to him.
"I'd like to find them, but I'm not sure if I ever will or not." She looked a bit sad.
Just then, Hermione walked in. She looked around at everyone as they stared at her. She then walked over to her four-poster and put her books on the table.
"Hello," she said, sitting on her bed.
"Hello," they replied.
"Do you two know how late it is?" she asked.
Harry looked at his watch. It read 12:30 a.m. "Oh, sorry, Hermione. We got talking and didn't keep an eye on the time. We'll go to our dorm now."
Harry and Ron went down to the girls' dorm steps and up the boys' to their dorm. They changed and went to sleep.
The next morning, Harry, Deirdre, Ron, and Hermione walked to breakfast together. Everyone stared as they walked in.
"Hermione and Deirdre are the only two people in the whole school that don't notice the resemblance!" Ron whispered, so the girls wouldn't hear.
"I know! It's really weird. They're just talking and laughing together as if they weren't exactly alike!" Ron motioned for Harry to keep his voice down, and he nodded.
They took their seats and began to eat. Harry and Ron started talking about Quidditch, and Deirdre became interested.
"I love to play Quidditch! I have a Nimbus Two Thousand and One." She looked at the guys, and Hermione stared at the sausage on her plate.
"Well, Harry has a Firebolt!" Ron said this before Harry could even open his mouth.
"Wow! A Firebolt?" Harry nodded. "I wanted a Firebolt, but my mom wouldn't get me one. She thinks they go too fast."
"You can try mine later." He gave her a friendly smile.
"That would be great." Deirdre blushed a little in embarrassment. "Oh, and Harry, I would like to ask you something after dinner."
"Yeah, sure." Harry was wondering what it was, but he didn't think it was anything too major if it could wait until after dinner.
The day seemed to go on forever for Harry. He kept wondering what Deirdre had to ask him. Little Professor Flitwick even had trouble bringing Harry out of his thoughts, and Harry loves listening to what Professor Flitwick has to say.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, it was time for dinner. Everyone went down to the Great Hall.
"Deirdre, would you like to go out to the Quidditch Pitch and try my Firebolt while we talk?" Harry asked.
"Sure, that would be great," she replied.
"Dinner ended and Harry and Deirdre went up to get his Firebolt. Then they went down to the Quidditch Pitch.
"So, what did you want to ask me?" he asked.
"Right," she said nervously. "What I wanted to ask you was..." and she stopped talking from being nervous.
"Well?" Harry asked.
"Will you go out with me?" she blurted out.
"Sure, why not?" he said and shrugged.
"I knew you would say no." she said and turned around.
He turned after her and grabbed her shoulder. He spun her straight around and said, "I didn't say no. I said yes." Then he kissed her.
Her eyes widened in shock, but she quickly became more comfortable with the kiss. When they broke apart, Harry's face was slightly red. They looked at each other.
Harry picked up the Firebolt and pulled her onto it. He kicked off, and they zoomed off into the gathering darkness.
Ron watched from the dorm room window. He was a little angry. Harry always got what he wanted. Ron sat on his bed to await Harry's arrival.
Harry came in half an hour later, a huge smile on his face. He has just said goodnight to Deirdre with a long involved kiss, and was very happy.
"What's wrong with you Ron?" Harry said a few minutes after he came into the dorm.
"You should know," Ron said temperedly.
"What ARE you talking about?" Harry was very confused.
"You are always getting your way. Never getting into trouble, always getting the girls. You never share anything with your friends," Ron said, still angry.
"I've shared a lot of good times with you, Ron. I can't help that I'm me. If I could trade places with you, I would Ron. Believe me, I hate people always starting at my scar," Harry said, becoming angered as well.
"Only if I got a quarter of the attention you got, I'd be very happy," Ron said.
"Let's not fight, Ron. It's not good to go to sleep mad," Harry said.
"Alright then. We should be getting to bed anyway. We're just fighting over something stupid. Goodnight, Harry," Ron said, feeling stupid for starting an argument over something so stupid.
"Goodnight Ron," Harry said. Then they went to sleep. Both were out when their heads hit their pillows.
