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JK Rowling.
Chapter one 'What is it about him?' Isabel Ollivander asked herself as she stirred her potion counterclockwise. 'Maybe it's the way his hair is never tidy, or maybe it's the way his bright green eyes sparkle every time he laughs, or yet maybe it's just because he's had more adventures then in Gilderoy Lockhart's books and he's only 15? Why does he have to be so.perfect?' Suddenly she was knocked out of her train of thought by a familiar yet annoying voice.
"Isabel you're stirring it wrong! It says you have to stir the snortkey counterclockwise for 10 seconds, it's been 25! What in Merlin's name are you thinking?" Hermione Granger shrieked. She grabbed her arm to stop her from stirring.
"I'm sorry Hermione, but like 15 seconds are going to matter much."
Hermione put her hands on her hips and said matter-o-factly, "It will matter a lot Izzy. What were you staring at?" She questioned.
"Can I be of some help girls?" Isabel looked up to see who was talking. She froze. It was him, Harry Potter. Her face went red and she opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. He smiled at her. At this her heart felt like it was about to flop out of her chest and fall into the cauldron. Just look at that smile. She told herself.
"Harry there is nothing you can help us with." Hermione answered him. How is it she can be so....herself around him? How can she have a conversation with him without going scarlet in the face? Came through Isabel's mind, Hermione's voice cut her out of her thoughts again. "Why aren't you helping Ron? He needs more help then we do." She glanced over at the redhead. He's sucking on his thumb, must have burnt it. Hermione thought. Isabel waited for Hermione to introduce her to Harry. It never came. She glanced at Hermione quickly, then nudged her in the side. Hermione got the message and then said, "Oh, Harry this is Isabel Ollivander. She lives next door to me in the muggle world."
"It's nice to meet you Isabel." He put out his hand for her to shake. She took it a little too quickly, and replied "I'm in Gryffindor to!" stupidly.
"I realized you were in Gryffindor already." He chuckled. "At least I hoped you weren't in Slytherin. But judging by the gold and maroon on your tie, I'd think you were in Gryffindor,"
"Oh haha..." She giggled nervously as she mentally kicked herself. 'I'm in Gryffindor too? Great first impression Izzy, she yelled to herself.
~*~ "What is taking him so long?" Ron muttered to himself. He couldn't make this correcting potion by himself. He wasn't very good at potions. He had already burnt his finger and class wasn't even half way through. He knew he should have partnered with Hermione. He glanced over at her. She was laughing at Harry, or maybe it was Isabel. A look of digust came over his face as he thought about Isabel. Then he stared back at Hermione. His smile reappeared. He could always make her laugh, sometimes not on propose. 'Why I had let Harry go over there instead of me is a complete mystery. I can't stand being alone, watching him with my Hermione. No she's not your Hermione, she's just Hermione. One of your best friends.' Ron shook his head. He had been having strange thoughts about Hermione since 2nd year, when he saw her petrified. He had thought he'd lost her, when he saw her lying there. Those feelings slowly got bigger, he kept them to himself. That was until 4th year when he found out she was going to the ball with Krum, the guy he once idolized. He knew he wasn't making sense talking about how Krum was an enemy, but it was the only thing he could blame the outrage on. Distracted by his own thoughts Ron grabbed the wrong bottle and poured it into his concoction.
Poof! Purple sparks started spraying up from his cauldron.
"Mr. Weasley!" Professor Snape jogged over to him. "What have you done?" He yelled. All eyes turned on Ron.
"Umm," What was he suppose to say? 'Oh sorry Professor I was busy thinking about Hermione the love of my life. Hang on where did that come from. Love?'
"Is that all you have to say for yourself?" Ron glanced over at Hermione and Harry obviously asking for help. Hermione walked quickly over to Ron. She started explaining "Well Professor err, Ron had asked me what came after the powdered snake fangs and I told him cork bark on accident, sorry." She gulped and glanced at Ron who looked rather confused. "Well, then" He looked at Hermione and then back at Ron. Then he did the scariest thing that he could have, he smiled. "Mr. Weasley you should have known that the bowtuckle comes after the snake fangs. And Miss Granger you should not be helping Mr. Weasley out at all." He then gazed around as if he was in search of someone, and he found them. "Ah, and Mr. Potter the last member of the Dream Team, you should not be out of your sit. Therefore I think it would be only fair to take 10 points from each of you." Harry, Hermione, and Ron didn't think much on this. He's always taken points away from them. Just then there was a loud noise from the other side of the room. Everyone's eyes were taken off of Ron and Hermione and fell onto Isabel. By the looks of it all the contents that were once in Hermione's cauldron were now spreading across the cold dungeon floor. Parvati and Lavender shrieked as the pink liquid oozed under there table.
"Miss Ollivander, I would not..." He paused jumping over the mess on the floor to reach Isabel. "I would not expect this from you of all people. That will be another 20 points from Gryffindor. Now you four have caused enough trouble. Go back to your common room. I will see you all after dinner." He pointed to the door.
"Professor?" Hermione asked before leaving. "Why will you see us after dinner?"
"Well because you four have been honored by coming in and cleaning my cauldrons every night this week in detention. Now go!"
"Detention? My father is going to kill me." Isabel muttered. As the four walked out of there potion class heads looking down to the floor one certain Slytherin was looking very happy.
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Ron glared angrily at Isabel as he stuck a huge piece of shepherd's pie in his mouth. "You do know that it's her fault we got detention right?" he said tilting his head to Isabel's direction.
"Now Ron, we all know that it's as much your fault as it is her." Hermione said defensely.
"My fault it's not my fault Harry left me in charge of that stupid potion." Ron stopped waiting to hear Harry defend himself. But nothing came. He looked at his best friend as did Hermione.
"Harry? Are you ok?" Hermione waved her hand in front of his face.
"What? Oh sorry, what did you guys say?" Ron looked at where Harry was staring.
"Why were you staring at Fred and George?" He raised his eyebrow at Harry, who had now started munching madly on his chicken.
"Ron," Hermione replied. Ron quickly took his attention off of Harry and back onto Hermione. "I don't think he was staring at Fred or George." She nodded towards a blonde haired girl who was sitting across from Fred and George.
Ron looked and couldn't believe his eyes. "Harry.you don't.fancy her do you?" Ron could barely get the words out. Harry had just found out a week ago that Cho Chang, one of the prettiest girls at Hogwarts liked him. Harry didn't reply nor did he even look at Ron. "Harry remember Cho? You don't want to ruin your chances with her do you?" There was a awkward pause.
"Speak of the devil." Harry heard Hermione muttered. He looked up.
"Hullo Harry." Cho glanced at Hermione and smirked. Hermione glared back at her. They never really liked each other.
"Hi Cho, what's up?" Harry said trying to ignore that fact that Isabel was staring at him.
"Well I was just wondering if you wanted to join me Friday on our Hogmeade trip?" She grinned at him.
"Well" Harry looked at Ron who was advising him to go and then glanced at Isabel through the corner of his eye. "Actually we have Quidditch tryouts then. We need to find a new keeper."
"Oh well good luck then. I'll see you later Harry." She walked off.
"Thank goodness Harry. I don't understand what you see in her?" Hermione started when Cho was clearly out of earshot.
"What do you mean? She is a great seeker and she's gorgeous." Hermione's face turned pink. "I don't think she's all that." "That's because you're a girl, 'Mione" Ron pointed out. "Oh yes. I forgot you figured that out last year didn't you?" She stood up. "I'm going up to the library before dinner is over. I'll see you two at detention." She started walking out of the hall.
"What did I say?" Ron asked Harry.
Harry looked surprisingly at Ron. "Well first you called Cho gorgeous Ron you just don't say that to another girl, especially when you like her." "I do not like Hermione." Ron argued. "Fine, don't admit it then." Ron was about to defend himself but Harry continued. "And second I think she's still mad at you from last year, when you used her as your last resort."
"So why doesn't she just say that? I mean is that too hard? Besides she was never my last resort." Ron said once again clueless.
"Ron she did say that, you just have to learn how to read between the lines." Harry purposely ignored the fact that Ron had said that Hermione wasn't his last resort. This clued him in more on the obvious crush Ron had on her. Ron just shrugged and went back to his pie.
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Chapter one 'What is it about him?' Isabel Ollivander asked herself as she stirred her potion counterclockwise. 'Maybe it's the way his hair is never tidy, or maybe it's the way his bright green eyes sparkle every time he laughs, or yet maybe it's just because he's had more adventures then in Gilderoy Lockhart's books and he's only 15? Why does he have to be so.perfect?' Suddenly she was knocked out of her train of thought by a familiar yet annoying voice.
"Isabel you're stirring it wrong! It says you have to stir the snortkey counterclockwise for 10 seconds, it's been 25! What in Merlin's name are you thinking?" Hermione Granger shrieked. She grabbed her arm to stop her from stirring.
"I'm sorry Hermione, but like 15 seconds are going to matter much."
Hermione put her hands on her hips and said matter-o-factly, "It will matter a lot Izzy. What were you staring at?" She questioned.
"Can I be of some help girls?" Isabel looked up to see who was talking. She froze. It was him, Harry Potter. Her face went red and she opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. He smiled at her. At this her heart felt like it was about to flop out of her chest and fall into the cauldron. Just look at that smile. She told herself.
"Harry there is nothing you can help us with." Hermione answered him. How is it she can be so....herself around him? How can she have a conversation with him without going scarlet in the face? Came through Isabel's mind, Hermione's voice cut her out of her thoughts again. "Why aren't you helping Ron? He needs more help then we do." She glanced over at the redhead. He's sucking on his thumb, must have burnt it. Hermione thought. Isabel waited for Hermione to introduce her to Harry. It never came. She glanced at Hermione quickly, then nudged her in the side. Hermione got the message and then said, "Oh, Harry this is Isabel Ollivander. She lives next door to me in the muggle world."
"It's nice to meet you Isabel." He put out his hand for her to shake. She took it a little too quickly, and replied "I'm in Gryffindor to!" stupidly.
"I realized you were in Gryffindor already." He chuckled. "At least I hoped you weren't in Slytherin. But judging by the gold and maroon on your tie, I'd think you were in Gryffindor,"
"Oh haha..." She giggled nervously as she mentally kicked herself. 'I'm in Gryffindor too? Great first impression Izzy, she yelled to herself.
~*~ "What is taking him so long?" Ron muttered to himself. He couldn't make this correcting potion by himself. He wasn't very good at potions. He had already burnt his finger and class wasn't even half way through. He knew he should have partnered with Hermione. He glanced over at her. She was laughing at Harry, or maybe it was Isabel. A look of digust came over his face as he thought about Isabel. Then he stared back at Hermione. His smile reappeared. He could always make her laugh, sometimes not on propose. 'Why I had let Harry go over there instead of me is a complete mystery. I can't stand being alone, watching him with my Hermione. No she's not your Hermione, she's just Hermione. One of your best friends.' Ron shook his head. He had been having strange thoughts about Hermione since 2nd year, when he saw her petrified. He had thought he'd lost her, when he saw her lying there. Those feelings slowly got bigger, he kept them to himself. That was until 4th year when he found out she was going to the ball with Krum, the guy he once idolized. He knew he wasn't making sense talking about how Krum was an enemy, but it was the only thing he could blame the outrage on. Distracted by his own thoughts Ron grabbed the wrong bottle and poured it into his concoction.
Poof! Purple sparks started spraying up from his cauldron.
"Mr. Weasley!" Professor Snape jogged over to him. "What have you done?" He yelled. All eyes turned on Ron.
"Umm," What was he suppose to say? 'Oh sorry Professor I was busy thinking about Hermione the love of my life. Hang on where did that come from. Love?'
"Is that all you have to say for yourself?" Ron glanced over at Hermione and Harry obviously asking for help. Hermione walked quickly over to Ron. She started explaining "Well Professor err, Ron had asked me what came after the powdered snake fangs and I told him cork bark on accident, sorry." She gulped and glanced at Ron who looked rather confused. "Well, then" He looked at Hermione and then back at Ron. Then he did the scariest thing that he could have, he smiled. "Mr. Weasley you should have known that the bowtuckle comes after the snake fangs. And Miss Granger you should not be helping Mr. Weasley out at all." He then gazed around as if he was in search of someone, and he found them. "Ah, and Mr. Potter the last member of the Dream Team, you should not be out of your sit. Therefore I think it would be only fair to take 10 points from each of you." Harry, Hermione, and Ron didn't think much on this. He's always taken points away from them. Just then there was a loud noise from the other side of the room. Everyone's eyes were taken off of Ron and Hermione and fell onto Isabel. By the looks of it all the contents that were once in Hermione's cauldron were now spreading across the cold dungeon floor. Parvati and Lavender shrieked as the pink liquid oozed under there table.
"Miss Ollivander, I would not..." He paused jumping over the mess on the floor to reach Isabel. "I would not expect this from you of all people. That will be another 20 points from Gryffindor. Now you four have caused enough trouble. Go back to your common room. I will see you all after dinner." He pointed to the door.
"Professor?" Hermione asked before leaving. "Why will you see us after dinner?"
"Well because you four have been honored by coming in and cleaning my cauldrons every night this week in detention. Now go!"
"Detention? My father is going to kill me." Isabel muttered. As the four walked out of there potion class heads looking down to the floor one certain Slytherin was looking very happy.
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Ron glared angrily at Isabel as he stuck a huge piece of shepherd's pie in his mouth. "You do know that it's her fault we got detention right?" he said tilting his head to Isabel's direction.
"Now Ron, we all know that it's as much your fault as it is her." Hermione said defensely.
"My fault it's not my fault Harry left me in charge of that stupid potion." Ron stopped waiting to hear Harry defend himself. But nothing came. He looked at his best friend as did Hermione.
"Harry? Are you ok?" Hermione waved her hand in front of his face.
"What? Oh sorry, what did you guys say?" Ron looked at where Harry was staring.
"Why were you staring at Fred and George?" He raised his eyebrow at Harry, who had now started munching madly on his chicken.
"Ron," Hermione replied. Ron quickly took his attention off of Harry and back onto Hermione. "I don't think he was staring at Fred or George." She nodded towards a blonde haired girl who was sitting across from Fred and George.
Ron looked and couldn't believe his eyes. "Harry.you don't.fancy her do you?" Ron could barely get the words out. Harry had just found out a week ago that Cho Chang, one of the prettiest girls at Hogwarts liked him. Harry didn't reply nor did he even look at Ron. "Harry remember Cho? You don't want to ruin your chances with her do you?" There was a awkward pause.
"Speak of the devil." Harry heard Hermione muttered. He looked up.
"Hullo Harry." Cho glanced at Hermione and smirked. Hermione glared back at her. They never really liked each other.
"Hi Cho, what's up?" Harry said trying to ignore that fact that Isabel was staring at him.
"Well I was just wondering if you wanted to join me Friday on our Hogmeade trip?" She grinned at him.
"Well" Harry looked at Ron who was advising him to go and then glanced at Isabel through the corner of his eye. "Actually we have Quidditch tryouts then. We need to find a new keeper."
"Oh well good luck then. I'll see you later Harry." She walked off.
"Thank goodness Harry. I don't understand what you see in her?" Hermione started when Cho was clearly out of earshot.
"What do you mean? She is a great seeker and she's gorgeous." Hermione's face turned pink. "I don't think she's all that." "That's because you're a girl, 'Mione" Ron pointed out. "Oh yes. I forgot you figured that out last year didn't you?" She stood up. "I'm going up to the library before dinner is over. I'll see you two at detention." She started walking out of the hall.
"What did I say?" Ron asked Harry.
Harry looked surprisingly at Ron. "Well first you called Cho gorgeous Ron you just don't say that to another girl, especially when you like her." "I do not like Hermione." Ron argued. "Fine, don't admit it then." Ron was about to defend himself but Harry continued. "And second I think she's still mad at you from last year, when you used her as your last resort."
"So why doesn't she just say that? I mean is that too hard? Besides she was never my last resort." Ron said once again clueless.
"Ron she did say that, you just have to learn how to read between the lines." Harry purposely ignored the fact that Ron had said that Hermione wasn't his last resort. This clued him in more on the obvious crush Ron had on her. Ron just shrugged and went back to his pie.
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