"Well Harry, it looks like I'll be seeing you here after dinner." Brooke
said packing up her things.
"Yeah, guess so." Harry replied glumly.
The bell rang again and the sixth years piled out of the small door, downstairs.
Chapter 4.
Lunch for Brooke turned out to be as bad as her first dinner yesterday. She felt very much out of place and not one person said a word to her all day unless it was discouraging. She sat facing the Slytherin table and for just a second caught Draco Malfoy's eye before he snapped his head around and focused on her sister, Pansy.
Brooke loathed her sister ever since that pivotal moment in her life when they had to make the choice of living with either their mother or father. Both she and Pansy desperately wanted to stay in their mansion with Parthenia, but Pansy (being older) had her way and Brooke was left to live with her father, Blake Parkinson. She was able to see her sister once in a while, in that time they had a sort of friendship but it was hard to act like sisters when they didn't even live together.
Brooke had such high expectations of going to Hogwarts and finally leaving her father. She wouldn't have believed she'd rather have been at his house eating by herself then sitting at an overly full table with no one to talk to.
***
The rest of the day passed in a blur for Brooke and Harry. They soon found themselves leaving the Great Hall, full from a great meal and pumpkin juice.
Harry set strait for his dormitory so he could start some homework before going to Trelawney's room. He kept glancing at the clock every three minutes to see how much time he had left. Harry couldn't wait for the moment to be with Brooke but at the same time he never would have wanted to be with her and a Professor he despised all at once, it was all too overwhelming.
The clock finally struck seven o'clock at the same time Harry stood in front of Dean Thomas's mirror. His hair was sticking up all around at scattered angles, his cheeks were flushed light pinks, and his robes fit tightly around his shoulders making him look rather muscular than truth. He took out his wand and muttered a fixing charm to straighten his hair with obviously, no luck. Harry rolled his eyes at the attempt and made his way to the stairs, finding Brooke waiting for him at the Portrait Hole.
She tied her hair into an elegant loose braid, letting strands of white- yellow fall over her eyes and ears. She didn't wear much make up besides a dark gray eye-shadow at the corners and ends of her lashes and a tinted lip- gloss. She had changed out of the black school robes and was now showing off a dark blue robe made of cotton. She looked absolutely perfect to Harry.
"Ready, Harry?" Brooke asked, taking in his boyish, messy hair when he made it down the stairs.
"Hullo-er-yeah, ready." Harry laughed nervously. 'Great Potter, you're a ruddy idiot.'
It was a long walk in silence to the tower. Harry was thankful of not talking because his tongue didn't seem to cooperate around this girl. Occasionally, they'd bump arms and brush robes while Harry would curse at himself for being so stupid as to notice they were touching. They made it up to the classroom finally and sat down beside each other at a table.
"I wonder where Trelawney is?" Said Brooke.
"Maybe she won't show!" Harry said a little too enthusiastically.
The room's stench was full of old perfume, the fire was for the first time only embers in a pit of ash, the church-looking window was open an inch, letting the sound of drizzling rain into the room; accompanied with a roar of thunder. Brooke gasped and started to fidget.
"What is it Brooke?" Harry questioned.
"I'm uh, kinda-er, scared of the thunder." Brooke said, biting her lip once again. Another crash of thunder sounded and Brooke let out a quick scream.
"Ha ha, you're scared of a bit of thunder?" Harry made it sound as if she were terrified of a flower. "It's not going to hurt you!"
"Gee Harry, thanks for all your support." Brooke said sarcastically.
"Of all people! You're really frightened?" Harry thought her to be the bravest girl he'd ever met.
"Of course not, I just feel like screaming!" Brooke said with another load of sarcasm. "Yes I really am frightened! I've always been afraid." Harry made eye contact with her now. "Ever since I was little I've been afraid."
Harry thought about when he was younger at Privet Drive on stormy evenings in the cupboard. He was frightened then too.
"I was scared when I was little, but not anymore." Harry said.
"Well I still am." Brooke crossed her arms and looked away, taking a fair impression of an upset toddler; until another blast of thunder made her jump close to Harry, who fought to hold back giggles. "It's not funny Harry!"
"I'm sorry Brooke, really." Harry stopped his laughing and turned very serious.
"I was afraid when I was younger, so I'd leave my room to find my father in his bed; only he wasn't ever there." Brooke confessed to bright green, concentrating eyes.
"Why wasn't he there?" Harry became very interested in this girl, very fast.
"He-he's never there, work you know."
"Oh, well-er-I see." Harry suddenly became very self-conscious when he noticed how close Brooke was and how she's staring at him. "You know, I didn't have anyone to go to either when I was little."
"You didn't?" Brooke became curious.
"No, I didn't. You know my parents are dead-" Harry started.
"Yes but, don't you live with your aunt and uncle?" Cut in Brooke.
"Yeah, and that's fine besides the simple fact that they don't give a shit about me and I lived in a cupboard most of the time." Harry didn't want sympathy from Brooke; he didn't need it. He wanted her to know that he understood how she feels about not having someone.
"I'm sorry." Brooke was amazed that this cute boy was telling her about this.
"Oh, I don't mind; they're not my real parents-I know they loved me." Harry bit his tongue after these words.
"That must be great, I don't think my father lo-" Brooke stopped short to take in a quick amount of air when another crack of thunder sounded.
Harry lightly laughed. "It doesn't look like Trelawney's going to show; we'd better get going before you wet your pants."
Brooke elbowed Harry in the ribs and stood up, leading the way out to the narrow stairs. As the teenagers were more than halfway to their Common Room, Harry had an idea. He grabbed Brook's fidgeting hand. "Do you want to see something? It will help you get over your fear of thunder." Harry didn't wait for her answer; he just whipped her around another passageway, smiling.
"Where are we going, Potter?" This wasn't a good sign (Harry thought) when girls called him 'Potter'.
"Trust me Parkinson, you'll see." It seemed to Brooke that they were going the exact same way they had just come from when Harry stopped in front of two familiar, huge, oak doors.
"THE GREAT HALL?!! Potter, this is ridiculous! I'm going to bed." Brooke couldn't believe this boy; he was good looking and all, but to bring her all the way to a place she's already been to four times was just plain annoying.
"Brooke c'mon, please...just go inside for one minute." Harry begged to the back of Brooke's head.
Brooke spun around to face the pleading, almost pathetic looking boy. "Alriiight, but I'm tired; today didn't turn out much better than yesterday." Brooke thought she sounded just as pathetic as Harry looked. "Just hurry it up!"
"Okay, okay." Harry said in a hush-full voice. He opened one of the doors but stopped Brooke from entering. "Close your eyes."
"I KNOW WHAT THE BLOODY HALL LOOKS LIKE!" Brooke didn't know if she was acting ruder than Harry was acting stupid.
Harry stood behind Brooke and forced his hands over each of her eyes. "I guess you chose the hard way." Brooke struggled against Harry's arms but he was obviously stronger, plus she didn't mind being so close to him as much as she let on. "Walk straight and be careful." Brooke did as she was told but tripped anyway on Harry's feet, which were too close to hers. They fell with an 'oof!' Harry was lying on top of Brooke's back and seeing himself in this position turned his face red as he clambered to his feet.
Brooke rubbed her elbow as Harry helped her up. "Your just ruddy brilliant Potter!" She loved using sarcasm on Harry; it made her feel even more superior to him. Brooke expected Harry to rush back with at least an insult but he was too busy looking straight up.
Brooke followed Harry's gaze to the enchanted ceiling. There was a foggy silver mist so low, Brooke thought she could reach out and scoop the thin cloud in her hands to use as a pillow. Beyond the glittering silver, a stunning purple swirled with emerald sky shown through, with white dots as stars looking like holes in the blanket. For the first time the stars seemed to be the imperfections in the sky, instead of the beauty. Streaks of dark blue rain and hail streamed across the stars; stopping before the fog.
"It's absolutely beautiful." Harry whispered, speaking Brooke's thoughts. "Look!" Harry pointed to the corner of the ceiling at the same time a lightening blot flashed momentarily through the sparkling picture. "I remember the time when it stormed here and I came down for dinner; I couldn't believe my eyes it was so perfect." Harry looked eye level with Brooke. "I wanted you to see it for yourself."
Brooke gasped. "Thank you Harry." A burst of thunder roared; yet Brooke didn't cower, she simply smiled and hugged Harry.
Harry leaned down to Brooke's ear and whispered, "Anytime Brooke." A second gust of thunder and Harry just held Brooke tighter; "I'll be here for you." Then the dark blue raindrops slowly turned to a blistering red...although the teenagers hadn't noticed.
***
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Draco's hard, gelled hair was falling tragically around his face and his thick robes were askew. "Don't you understand? It's over!"
Pansy Parkinson wasn't yet convinced. She didn't want to believe that Draco was so heartless last year to just use her or that it really was over. "Please Draco, just tell me what I did wrong!" She felt hot tears pool in her eyes but wouldn't sink to the level of actually letting them past her mascaraed lashes.
Draco's head began to pound. "You didn't do anything wrong, that's the point! You couldn't have done anything wrong because you were 'wrong' to begin with." He wasn't too sure if her stupid brain would understand him; then again he wasn't sure he understood himself. "Just forget it Pansy, it's not going to happen again."
"Then why the hell did you tell me to come to your room tonight, huh Draco? Why did you say 'Pansy, tonight I need you here with me' in your sexy little voice after dinner? WHY'D YOU SAY IT?" Pansy had given up, letting her tears fall to her pale cheeks while a few to her lips and into her yelling mouth.
"I felt bad for you OKAY? I felt bad because you had spent the whole fucking day staring at me, waiting for me to talk to you. I figured I could just do it tonight and get it out of the way." Draco advanced on the cowering girl across the room. "When you walked in I just had a change of heart, that's all."
"You're HORRIBLE Draco, ya'know that?" Pansy hiccuped, "Just because you don't have feelings for me doesn't mean I don't have any for you." She regretted the words as soon as she had spoken them. "What the hell was this 'change of heart' crap? What, did you get a good look at me and wished you had never invited me here after all?"
Although Draco was a Slytherin, not to even mention a Malfoy, he felt sorry for Pansy; he didn't actually think she felt so strongly for him. "That's not what I thought." He bent down to Pansy's lips and smothered them with his own, mentally throwing up. "You're not that bad."
"Fuck you."
"Can't we forget about this? C'mon, my bed is open." Draco let out a wicked grin; he was an extremely well actor.
Pansy broke her face into an ugly smile. "I know you wanted it all along."
Draco bit his tongue not to argue again and led the way to his black sheets; head hung low.
***
"What's the occasion?" Ron asked when Hermione came waltzing down the stairs wearing her hair in a loose, messy ponytail and in the same school robes she wore all day.
"Huh, what do you mean?" Hermione looked down at herself and didn't notice anything special about her.
"Your stunning, 'Mione." Said Ron in all seriousness.
Hermione suppressed a giggle and sat on Ron's lap on a comfy, scarlet couch in the Common Room. "I look a mess."
"Not at all." Ron knew he was trying to butter her up, trying in vain to repeat what had happened after breakfast.
"Forget it, Ron!" Hermione knew what he was getting at and didn't feel like egging him on tonight. She took hold of a beaded, show pillow beside her and smacked him with it on the back of his head.
"Oy! That's it!" Ron pushed her off his lap and onto the couch. He fixed himself so that he would lie on top of her. "You have it your way then, you look absolutely frightening!" Ron had a mischievous gleam in his eyes to show her he was only joking.
"Well Ron, I didn't want to say anything but you're so ugly I could smother you in kisses right now." With that, Ron bent his neck down. "I said I COULD but I don't think I am." His face turned to slight despair.
"Girls!" Ron sat back up in cue with Hermione. "What do you want from me?"
"I don't want anything from you at the moment." Snickered Hermione. "Look outside its raining cats and dogs!"
"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard." Said Ron. "It couldn't possibly be raining dogs and cats."
"It's a Muggle term, Ron. Honestly, you couldn't have figured that out for yourself?" Hermione rolled her brown eyes. She never would admit it, but she thought it was very cute how Ron was so dense.
"Sooorryyy! Geez, cant you just be a nice little girlfriend for once?" Ron pleaded.
"Nah, where's the fun in that?" Hermione never had so much fun when she just talks with Ron, well, other than doing other things with him.
"I'll give you fun." Ron put her in the same position on the couch with him on top. This time, however, he got what he wanted, and he was more then pleased to receive it.
***
Okaayyy guys, that's it. I decided to make this chapter fluffy and I have to admit I enjoyed it being that way. What do you think of Brooke and Harry? Are they a good couple or would you prefer him with Ginny? What about Draco? I feel bad for Pansy but I don't think I could keep them together, they just don't work. I don't think I'll change Ron and Hermione...they're so cute:-)
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"Yeah, guess so." Harry replied glumly.
The bell rang again and the sixth years piled out of the small door, downstairs.
Chapter 4.
Lunch for Brooke turned out to be as bad as her first dinner yesterday. She felt very much out of place and not one person said a word to her all day unless it was discouraging. She sat facing the Slytherin table and for just a second caught Draco Malfoy's eye before he snapped his head around and focused on her sister, Pansy.
Brooke loathed her sister ever since that pivotal moment in her life when they had to make the choice of living with either their mother or father. Both she and Pansy desperately wanted to stay in their mansion with Parthenia, but Pansy (being older) had her way and Brooke was left to live with her father, Blake Parkinson. She was able to see her sister once in a while, in that time they had a sort of friendship but it was hard to act like sisters when they didn't even live together.
Brooke had such high expectations of going to Hogwarts and finally leaving her father. She wouldn't have believed she'd rather have been at his house eating by herself then sitting at an overly full table with no one to talk to.
***
The rest of the day passed in a blur for Brooke and Harry. They soon found themselves leaving the Great Hall, full from a great meal and pumpkin juice.
Harry set strait for his dormitory so he could start some homework before going to Trelawney's room. He kept glancing at the clock every three minutes to see how much time he had left. Harry couldn't wait for the moment to be with Brooke but at the same time he never would have wanted to be with her and a Professor he despised all at once, it was all too overwhelming.
The clock finally struck seven o'clock at the same time Harry stood in front of Dean Thomas's mirror. His hair was sticking up all around at scattered angles, his cheeks were flushed light pinks, and his robes fit tightly around his shoulders making him look rather muscular than truth. He took out his wand and muttered a fixing charm to straighten his hair with obviously, no luck. Harry rolled his eyes at the attempt and made his way to the stairs, finding Brooke waiting for him at the Portrait Hole.
She tied her hair into an elegant loose braid, letting strands of white- yellow fall over her eyes and ears. She didn't wear much make up besides a dark gray eye-shadow at the corners and ends of her lashes and a tinted lip- gloss. She had changed out of the black school robes and was now showing off a dark blue robe made of cotton. She looked absolutely perfect to Harry.
"Ready, Harry?" Brooke asked, taking in his boyish, messy hair when he made it down the stairs.
"Hullo-er-yeah, ready." Harry laughed nervously. 'Great Potter, you're a ruddy idiot.'
It was a long walk in silence to the tower. Harry was thankful of not talking because his tongue didn't seem to cooperate around this girl. Occasionally, they'd bump arms and brush robes while Harry would curse at himself for being so stupid as to notice they were touching. They made it up to the classroom finally and sat down beside each other at a table.
"I wonder where Trelawney is?" Said Brooke.
"Maybe she won't show!" Harry said a little too enthusiastically.
The room's stench was full of old perfume, the fire was for the first time only embers in a pit of ash, the church-looking window was open an inch, letting the sound of drizzling rain into the room; accompanied with a roar of thunder. Brooke gasped and started to fidget.
"What is it Brooke?" Harry questioned.
"I'm uh, kinda-er, scared of the thunder." Brooke said, biting her lip once again. Another crash of thunder sounded and Brooke let out a quick scream.
"Ha ha, you're scared of a bit of thunder?" Harry made it sound as if she were terrified of a flower. "It's not going to hurt you!"
"Gee Harry, thanks for all your support." Brooke said sarcastically.
"Of all people! You're really frightened?" Harry thought her to be the bravest girl he'd ever met.
"Of course not, I just feel like screaming!" Brooke said with another load of sarcasm. "Yes I really am frightened! I've always been afraid." Harry made eye contact with her now. "Ever since I was little I've been afraid."
Harry thought about when he was younger at Privet Drive on stormy evenings in the cupboard. He was frightened then too.
"I was scared when I was little, but not anymore." Harry said.
"Well I still am." Brooke crossed her arms and looked away, taking a fair impression of an upset toddler; until another blast of thunder made her jump close to Harry, who fought to hold back giggles. "It's not funny Harry!"
"I'm sorry Brooke, really." Harry stopped his laughing and turned very serious.
"I was afraid when I was younger, so I'd leave my room to find my father in his bed; only he wasn't ever there." Brooke confessed to bright green, concentrating eyes.
"Why wasn't he there?" Harry became very interested in this girl, very fast.
"He-he's never there, work you know."
"Oh, well-er-I see." Harry suddenly became very self-conscious when he noticed how close Brooke was and how she's staring at him. "You know, I didn't have anyone to go to either when I was little."
"You didn't?" Brooke became curious.
"No, I didn't. You know my parents are dead-" Harry started.
"Yes but, don't you live with your aunt and uncle?" Cut in Brooke.
"Yeah, and that's fine besides the simple fact that they don't give a shit about me and I lived in a cupboard most of the time." Harry didn't want sympathy from Brooke; he didn't need it. He wanted her to know that he understood how she feels about not having someone.
"I'm sorry." Brooke was amazed that this cute boy was telling her about this.
"Oh, I don't mind; they're not my real parents-I know they loved me." Harry bit his tongue after these words.
"That must be great, I don't think my father lo-" Brooke stopped short to take in a quick amount of air when another crack of thunder sounded.
Harry lightly laughed. "It doesn't look like Trelawney's going to show; we'd better get going before you wet your pants."
Brooke elbowed Harry in the ribs and stood up, leading the way out to the narrow stairs. As the teenagers were more than halfway to their Common Room, Harry had an idea. He grabbed Brook's fidgeting hand. "Do you want to see something? It will help you get over your fear of thunder." Harry didn't wait for her answer; he just whipped her around another passageway, smiling.
"Where are we going, Potter?" This wasn't a good sign (Harry thought) when girls called him 'Potter'.
"Trust me Parkinson, you'll see." It seemed to Brooke that they were going the exact same way they had just come from when Harry stopped in front of two familiar, huge, oak doors.
"THE GREAT HALL?!! Potter, this is ridiculous! I'm going to bed." Brooke couldn't believe this boy; he was good looking and all, but to bring her all the way to a place she's already been to four times was just plain annoying.
"Brooke c'mon, please...just go inside for one minute." Harry begged to the back of Brooke's head.
Brooke spun around to face the pleading, almost pathetic looking boy. "Alriiight, but I'm tired; today didn't turn out much better than yesterday." Brooke thought she sounded just as pathetic as Harry looked. "Just hurry it up!"
"Okay, okay." Harry said in a hush-full voice. He opened one of the doors but stopped Brooke from entering. "Close your eyes."
"I KNOW WHAT THE BLOODY HALL LOOKS LIKE!" Brooke didn't know if she was acting ruder than Harry was acting stupid.
Harry stood behind Brooke and forced his hands over each of her eyes. "I guess you chose the hard way." Brooke struggled against Harry's arms but he was obviously stronger, plus she didn't mind being so close to him as much as she let on. "Walk straight and be careful." Brooke did as she was told but tripped anyway on Harry's feet, which were too close to hers. They fell with an 'oof!' Harry was lying on top of Brooke's back and seeing himself in this position turned his face red as he clambered to his feet.
Brooke rubbed her elbow as Harry helped her up. "Your just ruddy brilliant Potter!" She loved using sarcasm on Harry; it made her feel even more superior to him. Brooke expected Harry to rush back with at least an insult but he was too busy looking straight up.
Brooke followed Harry's gaze to the enchanted ceiling. There was a foggy silver mist so low, Brooke thought she could reach out and scoop the thin cloud in her hands to use as a pillow. Beyond the glittering silver, a stunning purple swirled with emerald sky shown through, with white dots as stars looking like holes in the blanket. For the first time the stars seemed to be the imperfections in the sky, instead of the beauty. Streaks of dark blue rain and hail streamed across the stars; stopping before the fog.
"It's absolutely beautiful." Harry whispered, speaking Brooke's thoughts. "Look!" Harry pointed to the corner of the ceiling at the same time a lightening blot flashed momentarily through the sparkling picture. "I remember the time when it stormed here and I came down for dinner; I couldn't believe my eyes it was so perfect." Harry looked eye level with Brooke. "I wanted you to see it for yourself."
Brooke gasped. "Thank you Harry." A burst of thunder roared; yet Brooke didn't cower, she simply smiled and hugged Harry.
Harry leaned down to Brooke's ear and whispered, "Anytime Brooke." A second gust of thunder and Harry just held Brooke tighter; "I'll be here for you." Then the dark blue raindrops slowly turned to a blistering red...although the teenagers hadn't noticed.
***
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Draco's hard, gelled hair was falling tragically around his face and his thick robes were askew. "Don't you understand? It's over!"
Pansy Parkinson wasn't yet convinced. She didn't want to believe that Draco was so heartless last year to just use her or that it really was over. "Please Draco, just tell me what I did wrong!" She felt hot tears pool in her eyes but wouldn't sink to the level of actually letting them past her mascaraed lashes.
Draco's head began to pound. "You didn't do anything wrong, that's the point! You couldn't have done anything wrong because you were 'wrong' to begin with." He wasn't too sure if her stupid brain would understand him; then again he wasn't sure he understood himself. "Just forget it Pansy, it's not going to happen again."
"Then why the hell did you tell me to come to your room tonight, huh Draco? Why did you say 'Pansy, tonight I need you here with me' in your sexy little voice after dinner? WHY'D YOU SAY IT?" Pansy had given up, letting her tears fall to her pale cheeks while a few to her lips and into her yelling mouth.
"I felt bad for you OKAY? I felt bad because you had spent the whole fucking day staring at me, waiting for me to talk to you. I figured I could just do it tonight and get it out of the way." Draco advanced on the cowering girl across the room. "When you walked in I just had a change of heart, that's all."
"You're HORRIBLE Draco, ya'know that?" Pansy hiccuped, "Just because you don't have feelings for me doesn't mean I don't have any for you." She regretted the words as soon as she had spoken them. "What the hell was this 'change of heart' crap? What, did you get a good look at me and wished you had never invited me here after all?"
Although Draco was a Slytherin, not to even mention a Malfoy, he felt sorry for Pansy; he didn't actually think she felt so strongly for him. "That's not what I thought." He bent down to Pansy's lips and smothered them with his own, mentally throwing up. "You're not that bad."
"Fuck you."
"Can't we forget about this? C'mon, my bed is open." Draco let out a wicked grin; he was an extremely well actor.
Pansy broke her face into an ugly smile. "I know you wanted it all along."
Draco bit his tongue not to argue again and led the way to his black sheets; head hung low.
***
"What's the occasion?" Ron asked when Hermione came waltzing down the stairs wearing her hair in a loose, messy ponytail and in the same school robes she wore all day.
"Huh, what do you mean?" Hermione looked down at herself and didn't notice anything special about her.
"Your stunning, 'Mione." Said Ron in all seriousness.
Hermione suppressed a giggle and sat on Ron's lap on a comfy, scarlet couch in the Common Room. "I look a mess."
"Not at all." Ron knew he was trying to butter her up, trying in vain to repeat what had happened after breakfast.
"Forget it, Ron!" Hermione knew what he was getting at and didn't feel like egging him on tonight. She took hold of a beaded, show pillow beside her and smacked him with it on the back of his head.
"Oy! That's it!" Ron pushed her off his lap and onto the couch. He fixed himself so that he would lie on top of her. "You have it your way then, you look absolutely frightening!" Ron had a mischievous gleam in his eyes to show her he was only joking.
"Well Ron, I didn't want to say anything but you're so ugly I could smother you in kisses right now." With that, Ron bent his neck down. "I said I COULD but I don't think I am." His face turned to slight despair.
"Girls!" Ron sat back up in cue with Hermione. "What do you want from me?"
"I don't want anything from you at the moment." Snickered Hermione. "Look outside its raining cats and dogs!"
"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard." Said Ron. "It couldn't possibly be raining dogs and cats."
"It's a Muggle term, Ron. Honestly, you couldn't have figured that out for yourself?" Hermione rolled her brown eyes. She never would admit it, but she thought it was very cute how Ron was so dense.
"Sooorryyy! Geez, cant you just be a nice little girlfriend for once?" Ron pleaded.
"Nah, where's the fun in that?" Hermione never had so much fun when she just talks with Ron, well, other than doing other things with him.
"I'll give you fun." Ron put her in the same position on the couch with him on top. This time, however, he got what he wanted, and he was more then pleased to receive it.
***
Okaayyy guys, that's it. I decided to make this chapter fluffy and I have to admit I enjoyed it being that way. What do you think of Brooke and Harry? Are they a good couple or would you prefer him with Ginny? What about Draco? I feel bad for Pansy but I don't think I could keep them together, they just don't work. I don't think I'll change Ron and Hermione...they're so cute:-)
Silver- Thank you so much for reviewing, it was most helpful. I hope you'll leave another review. Please.
Janet- Of course! Ha ha. Thanks for reviewing and reading all this; you're a great girl. Review again.
Pryscilla- Love you hun! Review again please and keep writing fanfic.
If you have read my story I will be thoroughly upset at you if you don't review...even constructive criticism.
ChelseaTaylor