Hey sup everyone! From now on my friend Carleen and I have taken over this
story. WAHOO!!! Bring bring! Ching ching! BOOOOO YAH! **ahem** must control
ones self. So I hope you like this chapter, and the next ones for that
matter. So sorry for not updating, it's just I've had so much homework and
bleh. And now the moment you have all been waiting for. CHAPTER SEVEN!!!
****** Hermione rushed out of class, flustered and bothered. Ron and Harry chased after her. She headed towards the library and started pulling out all sorts of books.
"What's up with you Hermione?" Ron asked as Hermione piled books into his hands.
"Nothing," She muttered, not really paying attention.
After Defence Against the Dark Arts, Ron, Hermione and Harry had a free period. Usually they would go out for a walk by the lake but Hermione had dragged them into the library. Hermione continued to pile books onto Ron's outstretched hands. After the books were piled past his head, Hermione started to put books in Harry's hands.
"Hermione," Ron groaned, looking over his pile of books, "What the hell are you doing?"
Hermione stopped piling books onto Harry's hands and sat down at a near by table. "I'm going to find the answer," She said pulling up the sleeves of her robe. She started to flip through one of the books that were in Ron's pile.
"The answer to what?" Harry asked her, puzzled and getting pretty angry.
Hermione slammed her book down on the table. "Do I have to explain everything?! Or did Snape's class seem normal to you?" She snapped.
Ron and Harry looked at each other and put their piles down on the table. They pulled some chairs up and sat down.
"What do you think happened to him?" Ron asked Hermione, looking over at what she was reading.
"I'm not sure," She replied, "But I think I know what is happening. And I think it has to do with the new professor."
Hermione picked up another book and flipped to the index. She moved her finger down the pages, through the S's and T's then past U. When she came to the "V" section, Hermione slowed down.
"Vanta. Vealy.," Hermione read the words out loud as she scanned down the "V" section, "Veeha. Veela! Here it is! Page 247!"
She flipped to the page and frantically searched through it. She made some delighted noises as she came to the middle of the page.
"Vera Sprice," She said triumphantly, "Our new teacher. The most famous of all Veelas! Not to mention, the most powerful! That's why Snape was acting all weird! He was under her spell!"
"Veela.," Ron said, searching his brain (A/N which shouldn't have taken so long! LOL), "Oh yah! Wasn't Fleur one of them?"
"A descendant, yes, but not a full Veela. Full Veelas are very rare and much, much more powerful. Vera is said to be one of the most powerful and her spells can only be stopped by a powerful counter-spell."
"Alpha-Alphra-de.," Harry stumbled over his tongue trying to remember the counter-spell that Hermione had cast.
"Alphradenerium," Hermione finished for him, "I learned it two years ago, in our forth year. I was afraid that Ron would become like Snape did earlier. After I researched more I realized that Fleur was bascally harmless. Only true Veelas can do any damage."
"What about the other teachers?" Harry asked.
"What about us?" Ron gulped. He elbowed Harry. "You need to get your priorities straight!"
Hermione smiled, "Your very lucky you know me! I can put a protective spell on both of you so she can't harm you."
"Good," Harry said, "Because I only have time for.,"
"Who?" Ron asked, raising one eyebrow.
"Uh. My. my. myself!"
"Jeez Harry, you're so conceited!" Hermione laughed and brushed her hair behind her ear. Little to her knowledge, Ron's heart skipped a beat as she did this.
******
After classes that day, Ginny fell down onto the comfy chairs of the common room. She sighed happily and flipped off her shoes. She brushed her red hair out of her face, lay back and closed her eyes.
"Guess who?" A girl's voice giggled as Ginny's eyes were covered with hands that smelt of sweet roses. Ginny laughed as she recognized the familiar voice.
"Oh Hermione! You so silly!" she said in a high-pitched, mousy voice.
Hermione chortled and rolled over onto Ginny's lap. She looked up at her then her face turn serious.
"Can I talk to you about something?" She asked her, "But don't tell any one."
"Sure," Ginny said, wondering what Hermione was confining to herself.
**In the Girl's Dormitory**
Ginny and Hermione sat on Hermione's four-poster bed and closed the curtains around them.
"So, What did you want to tell me?" Ginny asked eagerly.
"Well," Hermione started off, "This morning as I was getting my books in the library, Draco came in. He was acting all weird and then he told me that he liked me! Think about it! It was Draco! Anyways, Crabbe and Goyle emptied the library and left for the common room. Then it happened"
"He kissed you," Ginny said.
"How did you know?"
"I saw."
"Well it's not like I wanted it, but it felt so good. But I hate Draco. He's so greasy and mean and really, really sexy. And he's a good kisser. Scratch that! Great kisser! But I can't imagine me with him. He's always been so mean to me! And to Ron!"
"What about Harry?"
"Yah him too, but it's Harry. Think about this!"
"Harry's not that bad! Not at all." Ginny grinned to herself.
Hermione looked at her oddly. "What are you talking about?"
Ginny sighed and looked at her reflection in the mirror that hung behind the head board. "I think I love him. No, I know I love him! But the real question is do you like Ron? It really seems like it, you know."
Hermione was shocked at what Ginny had said. Did she like Ron? It couldn't be! He wasn't her type and he would never like her anyways. She thought about all that Ron had done for her in her past. But he just wasn't Draco. But he was. Ron. Good 'ol Ron, who had always been there for her. If she had a chance with anyone, it would be him. (A/N awwwww!)
"Um.," Hermione shrugged, "He's my best chance."
Ginny smiled, "You do like him! I knew it all along! I think Ron likes you too!"
"He does?" Hermione asked, a little excited.
"Why don't you ask him out? When Harry is not around or anything. I can keep him busy,"
"Right.," Hermione hugged Ginny, snickering. She was just about to leave when she turned around. "How far have you got with Harry anyways?"
"What do you mean?" Ginny said acting all posh, "I would never, ever touch him! Okay, we kissed."
**In the Boy's Dormitory**
The sun shone through the open window beside Harry's bed and lit up his sparkling green eyes. He smiled as Hedwig flew onto his bed beside him. Harry ran his fingers through her snowy white feather then offered her a treat. Harry loved it when Hedwig left the owlery and came to visit him. She gratefully accepted the treat and gobbled it down. Hedwig cooed as Harry lifted her onto his lap. He pet her once more and she took off out the window. Harry got up and smoothed the cover of his bed. Just as he was to leave Ron walked in. Harry remembered the object that was under Ron's pillow.
"Erm, Ron?" Harry called across the room.
Ron looked up from the little square object in his hands. He threw it under his pillow. "Oh Harry! I didn't see you there. How's it going?"
"Okay. I have something to ask you."
"Shoot!"
"This morning, when I was looking for your quill, I. I-um. nevermind" Harry finished. He sighed. He just couldn't bring himself to ask. It was just too weird.
Ron looked at him and raised one eyebrow, "Okie dokie! You haven't been around Ginny have you?"
Harry was taken aback in surprise. How could Ron, his best friend say this? Did Ginny squeal? Why did he change the subject?
"I better get some sleep," Ron yawned, "I got to get up early for jogging. Got to keep in shape, you know!"
"You? Jogging?"
"Are you saying I'm fat?"
"Nope!" Harry lied.
Harry left Ron to sleep. As he entered the common room Harry noticed that it was empty except for Ginny and Hermione who were engaged in a conversation about Herbology.
"I heard that foxglove can alter ones hair colour!" Ginny said to Hermione as Harry sat beside them, "How do you think I would look as a blonde?"
"A female Draco!" Harry said snickering as Hermione forced a fake laugh.
"Oh jeez," Hermione said, "Look at the time. I have to leave. To go. somewhere, to do something. I think. " Hermione winked at Ginny and left the common room through the portrait hole. Harry moved over to the couch where Hermione had just sat.
"She's a bad liar huh?" Harry asked, moving closer to Ginny.
"Rawr," Ginny said as she pounced on him Harry laughed as he fell backwards onto the poofy red cushions, Ginny on top of him.
Harry brushed Ginny's hair away from her face, revealing her sparkling smile (A/N buy trident white! Disclaimer: I do not own trident white, but I'm a big fan!*makes whirring noise*). For a moment they just stared into each other's eyes. Then they both sat up, facing one another. Harry moved closer to Ginny, slowly closing his eyes. Ginny closed her eyes and tilted her head ever so slightly. Their lips touched gently. Ginny opened her lips a bit and touched Harry's cheek with her hand. Ginny felt her body tremble as Harry slid his tongue into her mouth. She massaged his tongue with hers. Harry combed his hand through Ginny's hair as they kissed. After a moment of bliss they slowly pulled apart.
Harry looked Ginny in the eyes and whispered softly, "I love you."
She gazed back into his green eyes. He was so handsome, like a prince. "I love you too."
They kissed once more, but no more than a peck, and Harry got up.
"It's late," he said looking at his watch, "And I have homework to do in the morning and I have Quidditch Practice. Angelina is starting really early this year."
She smiled. "Can I watch?"
"Of course."
** In the Quiddtich Stadium**
The stands were empty except for Ginny and Hermione, who had come to join her. Angelina released the quaffle, bludgers, and the snitch. She zoomed into the air chasing after the quaffle. Harry hovered on his broom above the field. He put his hand on his forehead, shielding his eyes from the sun. Across the field he saw a glint of gold. Harry raced after the lights (A/N don't follow the lights! This might come in handy later on), avoiding other players. The snitch was just in his reach. Harry stood on his broom and reached for the golden winged object.
WHAM! Harry was smacked by a rouge bludger! He staggered off his broom and fell towards the grass below him.
****** Hermione rushed out of class, flustered and bothered. Ron and Harry chased after her. She headed towards the library and started pulling out all sorts of books.
"What's up with you Hermione?" Ron asked as Hermione piled books into his hands.
"Nothing," She muttered, not really paying attention.
After Defence Against the Dark Arts, Ron, Hermione and Harry had a free period. Usually they would go out for a walk by the lake but Hermione had dragged them into the library. Hermione continued to pile books onto Ron's outstretched hands. After the books were piled past his head, Hermione started to put books in Harry's hands.
"Hermione," Ron groaned, looking over his pile of books, "What the hell are you doing?"
Hermione stopped piling books onto Harry's hands and sat down at a near by table. "I'm going to find the answer," She said pulling up the sleeves of her robe. She started to flip through one of the books that were in Ron's pile.
"The answer to what?" Harry asked her, puzzled and getting pretty angry.
Hermione slammed her book down on the table. "Do I have to explain everything?! Or did Snape's class seem normal to you?" She snapped.
Ron and Harry looked at each other and put their piles down on the table. They pulled some chairs up and sat down.
"What do you think happened to him?" Ron asked Hermione, looking over at what she was reading.
"I'm not sure," She replied, "But I think I know what is happening. And I think it has to do with the new professor."
Hermione picked up another book and flipped to the index. She moved her finger down the pages, through the S's and T's then past U. When she came to the "V" section, Hermione slowed down.
"Vanta. Vealy.," Hermione read the words out loud as she scanned down the "V" section, "Veeha. Veela! Here it is! Page 247!"
She flipped to the page and frantically searched through it. She made some delighted noises as she came to the middle of the page.
"Vera Sprice," She said triumphantly, "Our new teacher. The most famous of all Veelas! Not to mention, the most powerful! That's why Snape was acting all weird! He was under her spell!"
"Veela.," Ron said, searching his brain (A/N which shouldn't have taken so long! LOL), "Oh yah! Wasn't Fleur one of them?"
"A descendant, yes, but not a full Veela. Full Veelas are very rare and much, much more powerful. Vera is said to be one of the most powerful and her spells can only be stopped by a powerful counter-spell."
"Alpha-Alphra-de.," Harry stumbled over his tongue trying to remember the counter-spell that Hermione had cast.
"Alphradenerium," Hermione finished for him, "I learned it two years ago, in our forth year. I was afraid that Ron would become like Snape did earlier. After I researched more I realized that Fleur was bascally harmless. Only true Veelas can do any damage."
"What about the other teachers?" Harry asked.
"What about us?" Ron gulped. He elbowed Harry. "You need to get your priorities straight!"
Hermione smiled, "Your very lucky you know me! I can put a protective spell on both of you so she can't harm you."
"Good," Harry said, "Because I only have time for.,"
"Who?" Ron asked, raising one eyebrow.
"Uh. My. my. myself!"
"Jeez Harry, you're so conceited!" Hermione laughed and brushed her hair behind her ear. Little to her knowledge, Ron's heart skipped a beat as she did this.
******
After classes that day, Ginny fell down onto the comfy chairs of the common room. She sighed happily and flipped off her shoes. She brushed her red hair out of her face, lay back and closed her eyes.
"Guess who?" A girl's voice giggled as Ginny's eyes were covered with hands that smelt of sweet roses. Ginny laughed as she recognized the familiar voice.
"Oh Hermione! You so silly!" she said in a high-pitched, mousy voice.
Hermione chortled and rolled over onto Ginny's lap. She looked up at her then her face turn serious.
"Can I talk to you about something?" She asked her, "But don't tell any one."
"Sure," Ginny said, wondering what Hermione was confining to herself.
**In the Girl's Dormitory**
Ginny and Hermione sat on Hermione's four-poster bed and closed the curtains around them.
"So, What did you want to tell me?" Ginny asked eagerly.
"Well," Hermione started off, "This morning as I was getting my books in the library, Draco came in. He was acting all weird and then he told me that he liked me! Think about it! It was Draco! Anyways, Crabbe and Goyle emptied the library and left for the common room. Then it happened"
"He kissed you," Ginny said.
"How did you know?"
"I saw."
"Well it's not like I wanted it, but it felt so good. But I hate Draco. He's so greasy and mean and really, really sexy. And he's a good kisser. Scratch that! Great kisser! But I can't imagine me with him. He's always been so mean to me! And to Ron!"
"What about Harry?"
"Yah him too, but it's Harry. Think about this!"
"Harry's not that bad! Not at all." Ginny grinned to herself.
Hermione looked at her oddly. "What are you talking about?"
Ginny sighed and looked at her reflection in the mirror that hung behind the head board. "I think I love him. No, I know I love him! But the real question is do you like Ron? It really seems like it, you know."
Hermione was shocked at what Ginny had said. Did she like Ron? It couldn't be! He wasn't her type and he would never like her anyways. She thought about all that Ron had done for her in her past. But he just wasn't Draco. But he was. Ron. Good 'ol Ron, who had always been there for her. If she had a chance with anyone, it would be him. (A/N awwwww!)
"Um.," Hermione shrugged, "He's my best chance."
Ginny smiled, "You do like him! I knew it all along! I think Ron likes you too!"
"He does?" Hermione asked, a little excited.
"Why don't you ask him out? When Harry is not around or anything. I can keep him busy,"
"Right.," Hermione hugged Ginny, snickering. She was just about to leave when she turned around. "How far have you got with Harry anyways?"
"What do you mean?" Ginny said acting all posh, "I would never, ever touch him! Okay, we kissed."
**In the Boy's Dormitory**
The sun shone through the open window beside Harry's bed and lit up his sparkling green eyes. He smiled as Hedwig flew onto his bed beside him. Harry ran his fingers through her snowy white feather then offered her a treat. Harry loved it when Hedwig left the owlery and came to visit him. She gratefully accepted the treat and gobbled it down. Hedwig cooed as Harry lifted her onto his lap. He pet her once more and she took off out the window. Harry got up and smoothed the cover of his bed. Just as he was to leave Ron walked in. Harry remembered the object that was under Ron's pillow.
"Erm, Ron?" Harry called across the room.
Ron looked up from the little square object in his hands. He threw it under his pillow. "Oh Harry! I didn't see you there. How's it going?"
"Okay. I have something to ask you."
"Shoot!"
"This morning, when I was looking for your quill, I. I-um. nevermind" Harry finished. He sighed. He just couldn't bring himself to ask. It was just too weird.
Ron looked at him and raised one eyebrow, "Okie dokie! You haven't been around Ginny have you?"
Harry was taken aback in surprise. How could Ron, his best friend say this? Did Ginny squeal? Why did he change the subject?
"I better get some sleep," Ron yawned, "I got to get up early for jogging. Got to keep in shape, you know!"
"You? Jogging?"
"Are you saying I'm fat?"
"Nope!" Harry lied.
Harry left Ron to sleep. As he entered the common room Harry noticed that it was empty except for Ginny and Hermione who were engaged in a conversation about Herbology.
"I heard that foxglove can alter ones hair colour!" Ginny said to Hermione as Harry sat beside them, "How do you think I would look as a blonde?"
"A female Draco!" Harry said snickering as Hermione forced a fake laugh.
"Oh jeez," Hermione said, "Look at the time. I have to leave. To go. somewhere, to do something. I think. " Hermione winked at Ginny and left the common room through the portrait hole. Harry moved over to the couch where Hermione had just sat.
"She's a bad liar huh?" Harry asked, moving closer to Ginny.
"Rawr," Ginny said as she pounced on him Harry laughed as he fell backwards onto the poofy red cushions, Ginny on top of him.
Harry brushed Ginny's hair away from her face, revealing her sparkling smile (A/N buy trident white! Disclaimer: I do not own trident white, but I'm a big fan!*makes whirring noise*). For a moment they just stared into each other's eyes. Then they both sat up, facing one another. Harry moved closer to Ginny, slowly closing his eyes. Ginny closed her eyes and tilted her head ever so slightly. Their lips touched gently. Ginny opened her lips a bit and touched Harry's cheek with her hand. Ginny felt her body tremble as Harry slid his tongue into her mouth. She massaged his tongue with hers. Harry combed his hand through Ginny's hair as they kissed. After a moment of bliss they slowly pulled apart.
Harry looked Ginny in the eyes and whispered softly, "I love you."
She gazed back into his green eyes. He was so handsome, like a prince. "I love you too."
They kissed once more, but no more than a peck, and Harry got up.
"It's late," he said looking at his watch, "And I have homework to do in the morning and I have Quidditch Practice. Angelina is starting really early this year."
She smiled. "Can I watch?"
"Of course."
** In the Quiddtich Stadium**
The stands were empty except for Ginny and Hermione, who had come to join her. Angelina released the quaffle, bludgers, and the snitch. She zoomed into the air chasing after the quaffle. Harry hovered on his broom above the field. He put his hand on his forehead, shielding his eyes from the sun. Across the field he saw a glint of gold. Harry raced after the lights (A/N don't follow the lights! This might come in handy later on), avoiding other players. The snitch was just in his reach. Harry stood on his broom and reached for the golden winged object.
WHAM! Harry was smacked by a rouge bludger! He staggered off his broom and fell towards the grass below him.