A.N.- Okay. I think I messed up. I know that the 2nd Quidditch Match isn't
supposed to be until January, but I'm making it in December. So, please
R&R, and I'm sorry about the mess up.
Gwen woke up on the Friday before the match against Slytherin, feeling very excited. She grabbed her robes and prefect badge, and walked down to the fifth floor. She whispered the password (Figs) to the door of the prefects' bathroom. She locked the door, and put her clothes on the table in the corner. She took out a towel from the cabinet, and set it near edge the large bathtub. She turned the water on and put her favorite bubbles into the water. After the tub filled up, Gwen took her clothes off, and got into the soothing water. Ten minutes later, Gwen was gathering her pajamas and heading back to Gryfinndor Tower. Gwen made it to the Fat Lady, without running into a single person. She whispered the password (Holly Jolly Christmas) and went straight to her dorm. She put her pajamas on her bed, and then set out for the Great Hall. Gwen saw that Hermione, Harry, and Ron were still in the common room.
" Hey, guys." Gwen said cheerfully.
" Hey." The three said simultaneously.
" Are you ready for breakfast?" Gwen asked.
" Yeah, but I still have to get my bag." Hermione answered.
" Me too." Harry and Ron replied.
" I do too." Gwen remembered.
They all went to get their bags. Five minutes later, they met up before the entrance hole.
" Okay, let's go." Harry said as he and Ron came up to where Gwen and Hermione were standing.
Just then, Neville emerged from the stairs, all by himself.
" Hey, Neville, do you want to go to the Great Hall with us?" Gwen asked. "
Sure." Neville said, cheering up.
The five of them walked to the Great Hall, talking about the up coming match.
" I hope we win." Neville said.
" Don't we all." Harry said with a smile. They walked to the Gryfinndor Table and sat down.
" The mail should be here shortly." Neville said as he sat down beside Harry.
Sure enough, the Great Hall was filled with the sound of the owls' wings flapping. Hermione was the only one that received mail, between the five of them, however.
" Great. She's written another article." Hermione said gruffly. She then began reading it out loud:
Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy Split By: Rita Skeeter
Dear readers, have I got a story for you! The most powerful wizarding family in the magical world to date is getting a divorce! It seems that Lucius was trying to make their son Draco, who currently is attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, cross over to the Dark Side! Over the summer, Narcissa took young Draco and Ministry Officials out of the country, until it was certain that the young boy was indeed safe. Now the family, known for their connections in the Dark Arts, is splitting. This will be the first divorce of Purebloods in nearly 100 years. Of course back then, you had your head chopped off. So we give the best wishes to their young son, and we expect this to turn nasty. So keep reading to see what happens in the future. Until next week, keep watch over your family.
" That cow! How could she?" Gwen exclaimed.
" Even though I can't stand Malfoy," Harry said, " he still doesn't need this."
They ate the rest of their breakfast in silence. Then they headed down to the greenhouses for Herbology.
" Today, chappies, we will be replanting dittany for your Potion's lesson today."
The whole class groaned.
" Now, all you need is a trough, planting pot, compost, a drop of water, and of course, the dittany." Professor Sprout looked at them. " Well, get to work."
Towards the end of class, everyone had replanted their dittany. Professor Sprout had allowed the Hufflepuffs to take their plants to their common room, and told the Gryfinndors to wash up.
" I wonder what we need dittany for." Hermione thought out-loud.
" Snape's probably up to something." Ron muttered.
" Probably." Harry agreed.
After they finished washing up, they began walking down to the dungeons. They stopped at the dungeon wall in front of Snape's dungeon. The Slytherins were standing against the wall, next to the aged looking door. They were all in a group talking, except Draco Malfoy.
" Why isn't anybody talking to him?" Harry whispered to the others.
" I don't know." Gwen whispered back.
The dungeon door opened as the bell rang. Some first years came out, looking rather anxious to get out of the formidable Potion's Master's class. The fifth year Gryfinndors and Slytherins went quietly into the classroom. As usual, the Slytherins went to the right side of the room, and the Gryfinndors went to the left. Snape took his place at his desk, and took roll call. After everyone was accounted for, he got up and stood in front of the podium.
" The dittany that you were to replant will be used in a project." Snape began. " You will be put in groups of three or more, and you are to research one of the potions on a list that I will hand out. You must tell me which one that your group will be researching on, before you begin working on it." Everyone stared at him. " First, I will group the Gryfinndors into pairs, then I will divide the Slytherins." Snape took out the roll. " At the first table, Lavender Brown and Seamus Finnigan." Snape barked. The two gathered their cauldrons, and went up to the first table. " Allysa Chase and Hermione Granger are at the second table." Gwen watched her best friend and cousin walk up to the second table with their things. " Neville Longbottom and Aimee Lupin at the third." Snape waited for them to get to the table. " Parvati Patil and Harry Potter, you're at the fourth table." " Dean Thomas and Ron Weasley, you're at the fifth table."
Snape had paused and was counting the number of Gryfinndors. " Miss Wood, please sit at the sixth table, for now." Gwen walked up to the table and sat there. " Millicent Bulstrode you will sit at table one. Vincent Crabbe you will sit at the second table." Snape looked down the list. " Gregory Goyle, you will sit at the third table. Morag MacDougal, sit at the fourth table." he paused again. " Draco Malfoy, go sit at the fifth table."
Ron looked disgusted. Snape looked at the tables.
" Anessa Nott you will sit at the first table, also. Pansy Parkinson, you will sit at the second table."
The Slytherins were looking smug.
" Blaise Zabini, you will sit at the third table." Snape looked at Gwen. " I take that back. Zabini, sit at the fourth table, and Wood, sit at the third.
" You are now assigned partners. You are to work as a group, despite the house differences. If, for some reason, you team up on the other house, you will be given a failing mark, while the other group members work on the project. You are to choose one of the potions on the list, find the ingredients, and make the potion. You will then write a report on the potion, test it, and then make it in class. You will also read the report out-loud, and test the potion. You have until May to finish this project." Snape paused, to make sure that everyone was writing this down. " During this class, for the rest of the term, you will be in the library."
Pansy raised her hand.
" What Miss Parkinson?"
" But we only have five more Potions lessons this term."
" That is correct, since we will begin working on class work next term." Snape looked at everyone. " After the term is over, you will be required to work on your project during your free period."
The rest of the class they spent looking at the potions on the list. Aimee wanted to do the Hair Losing Potion, Goyle wasn't doing anything, and Neville didn't really want to do the project all together. Gwen scanned the list.
" Why don't we do the memory potion?" she asked the group.
" That sounds great." Aimee said with a smile. " We'll get a passing grade for sure."
" Well, let's tell Snape before someone else picks it." Gwen put her hand in the air.
Snape walked over to their table.
" Have you picked one?"
" Yes, professor. We would like to do the Memory Potion."
Snape looked down the list of groups and the potions they were choosing. " That will be okay, since you are the first to pick it." Snape looked at them. " However, it is a very hard potion, so do you think you can do it?"
Gwen knew that Snape was taking into consideration that neither Neville nor Goyle was highly capable of doing such a hard potion. Aimee spoke up.
" I'm sure that each of us will be able to help in some way." she said rather bravely.
" Very well." Snape went over to another table.
" How hard will this potion be?" Neville asked quietly after Snape left.
" Not too hard." Gwen answered.
Aimee noticed the look of fear in his eyes. " Neville don't worry. Why don't you write the report and Goyle," Aimee said casually, which caused the Slytherin to jump, " you can help me gather the ingredients. Gwen and I will make the potion, and Gwen, you, can give the report. Neville, would you mind being the person we test it on?"
" No." Neville tentatively answered.
Aimee gave him an encouraging smile.
They talked for the rest of the class period, until the bell rang. Gwen, Aimee, and Neville met up with Allysa, Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
" So what potions are you guys doing?" Gwen asked as they sat in the Great hall for lunch.
" We're doing the Hair Losing Potion." Harry said. " Parvati wanted to test it on me, but we finally decided on using it on Blaise. She said she wouldn't mind, as long as we put her hair back on, by the end of class."
" My group's doing Bug Repellant Potion." Hermione said proudly.
" Well, my group is doing the Flobberworm Repelling Potion." Ron said. " I wonder if Hagrid had any Flobberworms left?"
The group laughed.
" I doubt." Harry said.
They continued eating, stopping every once and a while to say something about the upcoming game, or what was in the Daily Prophet.
After lunch was over, they went to Defense against the Dark Arts class.
**************** After Dinner ******************
Gwen and Harry were waiting in the Quidditch Pitch for the rest of the team.
" It looks like it's going to rain." Harry commented, as the 7th years came to the pitch.
" What took you so long?" Gwen asked sharply.
This caused them to jump.
" Snape kept us in class, so we had a late dinner." Alicia explained quickly.
" Okay, but let's make this a fast practice. By the looks of it, we're going to have a downpour."
They all climbed onto their brooms, as Gwen let the balls out, and then they got practice underway.
" Good passes, Angelina." Gwen said.
There was a clap of thunder, and then it started to rain really hard.
" Harry," Gwen shouted over another clap of thunder, " hurry up and catch the Snitch."
By then the sky was really dark, and nobody could hardly see.
" I can't see it." Harry shouted back. Gwen looked around.
" Katie, Angelina, and Alicia, get the Quaffle, put it in the box, and head back to the castle." The Chasers nodded, and did what they were told. " Fred, George," Gwen shouted, " get the Bludgers."
" Aye, aye, Captain." Fred said.
" Don't make jokes." Gwen snapped. She was already soaked to the bone.
" Gwen, I sill can't find it." Harry shouted hopelessly. " It's too dark to see."
Gwen started looking about for it. There was another clap of thunder, then a stroke of lightening.
Harry dived and shouted, " I got it."
Gwen landed next to Harry. He put the Golden Snitch into the box, and closed it. The twins grabbed the box, and the four of them walked to the locker rooms.
" Just sit the box over there," Gwen pointed, " and I'll tell Madame Hooch that it's there, tomorrow."
The twins set the box down. Gwen looked outside.
" I hope it's not like this tomorrow." Gwen said dismally.
" Yea, because it will be hard to play, let alone keep on a broom." Harry added.
The rain started to let up.
" Let's get going." Gwen said.
They all left the locker room, and walked up the slope to the castle. Gwen kept noticing that George kept glancing at her.
' Who would've thought that George could be so shy?' Gwen thought with a smile.
" What are you smiling at?" George asked her.
" Oh, nothing." Gwen said with an air of wistfulness. She reached for George's hand, and the two of them walked up to the castle hand in hand.
A.N.- Gushy, yet so sweet! I never thought I had it in me! And the chapter's title sounds like a television show! And this is the longest chapter I think I have written for this story. Please R&R. Thanks!
Gwen woke up on the Friday before the match against Slytherin, feeling very excited. She grabbed her robes and prefect badge, and walked down to the fifth floor. She whispered the password (Figs) to the door of the prefects' bathroom. She locked the door, and put her clothes on the table in the corner. She took out a towel from the cabinet, and set it near edge the large bathtub. She turned the water on and put her favorite bubbles into the water. After the tub filled up, Gwen took her clothes off, and got into the soothing water. Ten minutes later, Gwen was gathering her pajamas and heading back to Gryfinndor Tower. Gwen made it to the Fat Lady, without running into a single person. She whispered the password (Holly Jolly Christmas) and went straight to her dorm. She put her pajamas on her bed, and then set out for the Great Hall. Gwen saw that Hermione, Harry, and Ron were still in the common room.
" Hey, guys." Gwen said cheerfully.
" Hey." The three said simultaneously.
" Are you ready for breakfast?" Gwen asked.
" Yeah, but I still have to get my bag." Hermione answered.
" Me too." Harry and Ron replied.
" I do too." Gwen remembered.
They all went to get their bags. Five minutes later, they met up before the entrance hole.
" Okay, let's go." Harry said as he and Ron came up to where Gwen and Hermione were standing.
Just then, Neville emerged from the stairs, all by himself.
" Hey, Neville, do you want to go to the Great Hall with us?" Gwen asked. "
Sure." Neville said, cheering up.
The five of them walked to the Great Hall, talking about the up coming match.
" I hope we win." Neville said.
" Don't we all." Harry said with a smile. They walked to the Gryfinndor Table and sat down.
" The mail should be here shortly." Neville said as he sat down beside Harry.
Sure enough, the Great Hall was filled with the sound of the owls' wings flapping. Hermione was the only one that received mail, between the five of them, however.
" Great. She's written another article." Hermione said gruffly. She then began reading it out loud:
Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy Split By: Rita Skeeter
Dear readers, have I got a story for you! The most powerful wizarding family in the magical world to date is getting a divorce! It seems that Lucius was trying to make their son Draco, who currently is attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, cross over to the Dark Side! Over the summer, Narcissa took young Draco and Ministry Officials out of the country, until it was certain that the young boy was indeed safe. Now the family, known for their connections in the Dark Arts, is splitting. This will be the first divorce of Purebloods in nearly 100 years. Of course back then, you had your head chopped off. So we give the best wishes to their young son, and we expect this to turn nasty. So keep reading to see what happens in the future. Until next week, keep watch over your family.
" That cow! How could she?" Gwen exclaimed.
" Even though I can't stand Malfoy," Harry said, " he still doesn't need this."
They ate the rest of their breakfast in silence. Then they headed down to the greenhouses for Herbology.
" Today, chappies, we will be replanting dittany for your Potion's lesson today."
The whole class groaned.
" Now, all you need is a trough, planting pot, compost, a drop of water, and of course, the dittany." Professor Sprout looked at them. " Well, get to work."
Towards the end of class, everyone had replanted their dittany. Professor Sprout had allowed the Hufflepuffs to take their plants to their common room, and told the Gryfinndors to wash up.
" I wonder what we need dittany for." Hermione thought out-loud.
" Snape's probably up to something." Ron muttered.
" Probably." Harry agreed.
After they finished washing up, they began walking down to the dungeons. They stopped at the dungeon wall in front of Snape's dungeon. The Slytherins were standing against the wall, next to the aged looking door. They were all in a group talking, except Draco Malfoy.
" Why isn't anybody talking to him?" Harry whispered to the others.
" I don't know." Gwen whispered back.
The dungeon door opened as the bell rang. Some first years came out, looking rather anxious to get out of the formidable Potion's Master's class. The fifth year Gryfinndors and Slytherins went quietly into the classroom. As usual, the Slytherins went to the right side of the room, and the Gryfinndors went to the left. Snape took his place at his desk, and took roll call. After everyone was accounted for, he got up and stood in front of the podium.
" The dittany that you were to replant will be used in a project." Snape began. " You will be put in groups of three or more, and you are to research one of the potions on a list that I will hand out. You must tell me which one that your group will be researching on, before you begin working on it." Everyone stared at him. " First, I will group the Gryfinndors into pairs, then I will divide the Slytherins." Snape took out the roll. " At the first table, Lavender Brown and Seamus Finnigan." Snape barked. The two gathered their cauldrons, and went up to the first table. " Allysa Chase and Hermione Granger are at the second table." Gwen watched her best friend and cousin walk up to the second table with their things. " Neville Longbottom and Aimee Lupin at the third." Snape waited for them to get to the table. " Parvati Patil and Harry Potter, you're at the fourth table." " Dean Thomas and Ron Weasley, you're at the fifth table."
Snape had paused and was counting the number of Gryfinndors. " Miss Wood, please sit at the sixth table, for now." Gwen walked up to the table and sat there. " Millicent Bulstrode you will sit at table one. Vincent Crabbe you will sit at the second table." Snape looked down the list. " Gregory Goyle, you will sit at the third table. Morag MacDougal, sit at the fourth table." he paused again. " Draco Malfoy, go sit at the fifth table."
Ron looked disgusted. Snape looked at the tables.
" Anessa Nott you will sit at the first table, also. Pansy Parkinson, you will sit at the second table."
The Slytherins were looking smug.
" Blaise Zabini, you will sit at the third table." Snape looked at Gwen. " I take that back. Zabini, sit at the fourth table, and Wood, sit at the third.
" You are now assigned partners. You are to work as a group, despite the house differences. If, for some reason, you team up on the other house, you will be given a failing mark, while the other group members work on the project. You are to choose one of the potions on the list, find the ingredients, and make the potion. You will then write a report on the potion, test it, and then make it in class. You will also read the report out-loud, and test the potion. You have until May to finish this project." Snape paused, to make sure that everyone was writing this down. " During this class, for the rest of the term, you will be in the library."
Pansy raised her hand.
" What Miss Parkinson?"
" But we only have five more Potions lessons this term."
" That is correct, since we will begin working on class work next term." Snape looked at everyone. " After the term is over, you will be required to work on your project during your free period."
The rest of the class they spent looking at the potions on the list. Aimee wanted to do the Hair Losing Potion, Goyle wasn't doing anything, and Neville didn't really want to do the project all together. Gwen scanned the list.
" Why don't we do the memory potion?" she asked the group.
" That sounds great." Aimee said with a smile. " We'll get a passing grade for sure."
" Well, let's tell Snape before someone else picks it." Gwen put her hand in the air.
Snape walked over to their table.
" Have you picked one?"
" Yes, professor. We would like to do the Memory Potion."
Snape looked down the list of groups and the potions they were choosing. " That will be okay, since you are the first to pick it." Snape looked at them. " However, it is a very hard potion, so do you think you can do it?"
Gwen knew that Snape was taking into consideration that neither Neville nor Goyle was highly capable of doing such a hard potion. Aimee spoke up.
" I'm sure that each of us will be able to help in some way." she said rather bravely.
" Very well." Snape went over to another table.
" How hard will this potion be?" Neville asked quietly after Snape left.
" Not too hard." Gwen answered.
Aimee noticed the look of fear in his eyes. " Neville don't worry. Why don't you write the report and Goyle," Aimee said casually, which caused the Slytherin to jump, " you can help me gather the ingredients. Gwen and I will make the potion, and Gwen, you, can give the report. Neville, would you mind being the person we test it on?"
" No." Neville tentatively answered.
Aimee gave him an encouraging smile.
They talked for the rest of the class period, until the bell rang. Gwen, Aimee, and Neville met up with Allysa, Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
" So what potions are you guys doing?" Gwen asked as they sat in the Great hall for lunch.
" We're doing the Hair Losing Potion." Harry said. " Parvati wanted to test it on me, but we finally decided on using it on Blaise. She said she wouldn't mind, as long as we put her hair back on, by the end of class."
" My group's doing Bug Repellant Potion." Hermione said proudly.
" Well, my group is doing the Flobberworm Repelling Potion." Ron said. " I wonder if Hagrid had any Flobberworms left?"
The group laughed.
" I doubt." Harry said.
They continued eating, stopping every once and a while to say something about the upcoming game, or what was in the Daily Prophet.
After lunch was over, they went to Defense against the Dark Arts class.
**************** After Dinner ******************
Gwen and Harry were waiting in the Quidditch Pitch for the rest of the team.
" It looks like it's going to rain." Harry commented, as the 7th years came to the pitch.
" What took you so long?" Gwen asked sharply.
This caused them to jump.
" Snape kept us in class, so we had a late dinner." Alicia explained quickly.
" Okay, but let's make this a fast practice. By the looks of it, we're going to have a downpour."
They all climbed onto their brooms, as Gwen let the balls out, and then they got practice underway.
" Good passes, Angelina." Gwen said.
There was a clap of thunder, and then it started to rain really hard.
" Harry," Gwen shouted over another clap of thunder, " hurry up and catch the Snitch."
By then the sky was really dark, and nobody could hardly see.
" I can't see it." Harry shouted back. Gwen looked around.
" Katie, Angelina, and Alicia, get the Quaffle, put it in the box, and head back to the castle." The Chasers nodded, and did what they were told. " Fred, George," Gwen shouted, " get the Bludgers."
" Aye, aye, Captain." Fred said.
" Don't make jokes." Gwen snapped. She was already soaked to the bone.
" Gwen, I sill can't find it." Harry shouted hopelessly. " It's too dark to see."
Gwen started looking about for it. There was another clap of thunder, then a stroke of lightening.
Harry dived and shouted, " I got it."
Gwen landed next to Harry. He put the Golden Snitch into the box, and closed it. The twins grabbed the box, and the four of them walked to the locker rooms.
" Just sit the box over there," Gwen pointed, " and I'll tell Madame Hooch that it's there, tomorrow."
The twins set the box down. Gwen looked outside.
" I hope it's not like this tomorrow." Gwen said dismally.
" Yea, because it will be hard to play, let alone keep on a broom." Harry added.
The rain started to let up.
" Let's get going." Gwen said.
They all left the locker room, and walked up the slope to the castle. Gwen kept noticing that George kept glancing at her.
' Who would've thought that George could be so shy?' Gwen thought with a smile.
" What are you smiling at?" George asked her.
" Oh, nothing." Gwen said with an air of wistfulness. She reached for George's hand, and the two of them walked up to the castle hand in hand.
A.N.- Gushy, yet so sweet! I never thought I had it in me! And the chapter's title sounds like a television show! And this is the longest chapter I think I have written for this story. Please R&R. Thanks!