"What do you think you are doing?" screamed the new girl, Stacy.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" asked the guy she was screaming at. "I'm just trying to ask you to the dance next week. You don't have to scream at me." By now the entire common room was watching the scene unfold.
Stacy was fuming. Harry had been flirting and staring at her since her arrival at Hogwarts. She was positive that he would just flirt, but lately she had been hearing rumors that he meant to ask her out. . . . .
Stacy stormed out of the common room as her friends came down from the dormitory, bewildered.
"What's going on?" asked Hermione.
"Harry just asked Stacy to the dance and she stormed out just now." Ron said with a grin.
"I should have warned her, but I didn't think that he would ask so soon after he told me."
"You knew!?" Ron was completely lost. "I'm his best friend and he didn't even tell me! Not fair." He muttered to himself.
Stacy avoided her friends all morning, especially Harry. By lunch, Hermione caught up with her. "Why don't you want to go to the dance with him?"
"I don't know. Maybe cuz it's him and I'm new here and I don't want the Slytherins talking about me and him."
*****Meanwhile*****
Harry and Ron sat a few seats down from Hermione and Stacy.
"What do ya think they're saying?" Harry asked Ron as Hermione talked to Stacy.
"Dunno, what you gonna do about Stacy and the dance?"
"No clue. Watch and wait. Make up with her and convince her to go to the dance with me without thinking I'm a total prat fro going after her even after this morning," confided Harry.
"Good luck with that mate."
Harry didn't answer. He was staring at Stacy, again. Luckily, she didn't see him or she would've torn his head off. She's preeeeeety, he thought to himself with a grin.
"Hey Harry!" someone called, jerking him out of his daydream.
"What?" it was Angelina.
"Quidditch practice tonight at 7:00 sharp. Don't be late; our first match is against Slytherin. We need to be in excellent shape for it." she glared at him, daring Harry to be late.
"I won't be late, Angelina."
"You better not be." she replied hotly. "Same for you Ron." She walked off to finish lunch.
While Angelina talked, Stacy and Hermione got up and left for class. Oh well, thought Harry, there's always the common room after Quidditch. But first I need to think of something to say. Think, Harry! It's just a girl! Suddenly, he spies Stacy heading to Charms. She's preeeeeety, and he walked off to class with Ron on his heels.
All through Charms Harry wasn't paying attention to Flitwick. He was still thinking about what he would say to Stacy, when he got up the courage to speak to her again.
"Harry." Ron was poking him under the table.
"Mail express from Stacy." Harry bolted up.
"Chill mate, it looks short. Probably rejection. Again." Ron grinned and Harry kicked him under the table.
He slowly opened the note. This wasn't the first time he saw Stacy's handwriting, but it seemed like the first. Before he even read it, he was admiring how neat and precise it was, yet still it was unique to her. Nobody could forge her signature, not even Dean, who was an expert at that.
"Well, read it." Ron whispered excitedly.
"Alright," Harry replied, annoyed that Ron was butting in.
Dear Harry,
I'm sorry about earlier. I was wrong to yell at you, I was just tired.
I'm not a morning person, just to let you know. We need to talk.
Meet me under that tree by the lake after your quidditch practice
finishes. I need to tell you something.
Stacy
"Ohh Harry." Ron whispered.
"What?"
"Harry and Stacy sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g. . ." Harry slapped him. "Shut up. Who said anything about that? She just wants to talk. Alone. So you better not follow."
"Wouldn't dream of it, mate." Ron grinned wickedly.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" asked the guy she was screaming at. "I'm just trying to ask you to the dance next week. You don't have to scream at me." By now the entire common room was watching the scene unfold.
Stacy was fuming. Harry had been flirting and staring at her since her arrival at Hogwarts. She was positive that he would just flirt, but lately she had been hearing rumors that he meant to ask her out. . . . .
Stacy stormed out of the common room as her friends came down from the dormitory, bewildered.
"What's going on?" asked Hermione.
"Harry just asked Stacy to the dance and she stormed out just now." Ron said with a grin.
"I should have warned her, but I didn't think that he would ask so soon after he told me."
"You knew!?" Ron was completely lost. "I'm his best friend and he didn't even tell me! Not fair." He muttered to himself.
Stacy avoided her friends all morning, especially Harry. By lunch, Hermione caught up with her. "Why don't you want to go to the dance with him?"
"I don't know. Maybe cuz it's him and I'm new here and I don't want the Slytherins talking about me and him."
*****Meanwhile*****
Harry and Ron sat a few seats down from Hermione and Stacy.
"What do ya think they're saying?" Harry asked Ron as Hermione talked to Stacy.
"Dunno, what you gonna do about Stacy and the dance?"
"No clue. Watch and wait. Make up with her and convince her to go to the dance with me without thinking I'm a total prat fro going after her even after this morning," confided Harry.
"Good luck with that mate."
Harry didn't answer. He was staring at Stacy, again. Luckily, she didn't see him or she would've torn his head off. She's preeeeeety, he thought to himself with a grin.
"Hey Harry!" someone called, jerking him out of his daydream.
"What?" it was Angelina.
"Quidditch practice tonight at 7:00 sharp. Don't be late; our first match is against Slytherin. We need to be in excellent shape for it." she glared at him, daring Harry to be late.
"I won't be late, Angelina."
"You better not be." she replied hotly. "Same for you Ron." She walked off to finish lunch.
While Angelina talked, Stacy and Hermione got up and left for class. Oh well, thought Harry, there's always the common room after Quidditch. But first I need to think of something to say. Think, Harry! It's just a girl! Suddenly, he spies Stacy heading to Charms. She's preeeeeety, and he walked off to class with Ron on his heels.
All through Charms Harry wasn't paying attention to Flitwick. He was still thinking about what he would say to Stacy, when he got up the courage to speak to her again.
"Harry." Ron was poking him under the table.
"Mail express from Stacy." Harry bolted up.
"Chill mate, it looks short. Probably rejection. Again." Ron grinned and Harry kicked him under the table.
He slowly opened the note. This wasn't the first time he saw Stacy's handwriting, but it seemed like the first. Before he even read it, he was admiring how neat and precise it was, yet still it was unique to her. Nobody could forge her signature, not even Dean, who was an expert at that.
"Well, read it." Ron whispered excitedly.
"Alright," Harry replied, annoyed that Ron was butting in.
Dear Harry,
I'm sorry about earlier. I was wrong to yell at you, I was just tired.
I'm not a morning person, just to let you know. We need to talk.
Meet me under that tree by the lake after your quidditch practice
finishes. I need to tell you something.
Stacy
"Ohh Harry." Ron whispered.
"What?"
"Harry and Stacy sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g. . ." Harry slapped him. "Shut up. Who said anything about that? She just wants to talk. Alone. So you better not follow."
"Wouldn't dream of it, mate." Ron grinned wickedly.