By NoNoMoon and Chica
Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters or things associated with it. That, my friends, is why life sucks. Oh yeah, this is a spin-off. So don't get any little (or big) ideas into your little (or big) heads. Enjoy! P.s. Nikki is our character, along with the others we happened to invent. SO DON'T SUE!!!!!!!
As they approached the lunchroom, they heard a loud bang, then a thump. "What just happened?" asked Ullanda as Rini and Ginny approached the sixth- years.
"I don't know, but I have a sneaking suspicion it has something to do with my brothers..." answered Ginny grimly.
"Or Nikki," added Hermione. The four girls ran into the cafeteria to discover that Ron and Harry, having already finished their lunches (like all the boys in the room), were dressed in suspicious-looking cowboy suits.
"All right then, partner, I saw her first, and I'm prepared to fight for the death for her, you yellow-bellied son of a-,"
"RON! What ARE you doing! Get down from that table THIS INSTANT!" hissed Hermione, pulling on his boots.
"The same goes for you, HARRY!" added Ginny with her hands on her hips. As soon as he stepped down from the top of the table, Nikki pounced on him.
"Oh, you were so brave, ready to take that bullet for me, oh Harry, you're the best!" Nikki exclaimed as she kissed Harry.
Ron glared at them and threw his gun on the ground next to Harry, water leaking out of it.
"Oh Ronny boy, why didn't you ever fight to the death for me?" asked Fred as he came up behind the younger Weasley, throwing his arm around Ron's shoulder.
"Yeah, Ronnikins, I feel like I'm missing out," added George, batting his eyelashes.
"Oh, bother that," said Hermione as she pulled out her schedule. "What class do we have next... oh, no."
"What?" asked the twins together, grinning wickedly at each other.
"It's yours," she answered, her face grave. "Your class next... hold me, somebody, I think I'm going to faint. My world is coming to an end..."
"Just stay away from the light at the end of the tunnel," Ron advised. Hermione turned and glared at him.
"Tomorrow we have flying first thing in the morning. Then Potions, with Snape. Ah well, the best and the worst, right Harry?" Hermione grinned at Harry, who in turn glanced at Nikki, who was turning a very odd shade of green.
"You all right, Nikki?" Harry asked, tapping her shoulder.
"Did you say...flying? As in...the air?"
"What else would you fly in, water?" Ron laughed as he slapped Nikki on the back. "Of course in the air! Man, I can't wait. I bet you look great zipping through the air, Nikki!"
Seamus grinned at Dean. "And I bet the view from the ground is great, too!"
Ginny glared at Seamus. "Pervert," she called him.
"No, no, just Irish. There's a difference!"
Nikki smiled brightly. "You're right, Ronny! I'll just get my Harry to fly with me!"
Ron cursed under his breath.
"Why hold it in, Ron?" asked Fred. "Say it loud, say it proud!"
"Oh, Ron," contradicted Hermione, "don't. You don't want to get in trouble with the Headmaster, do you?"
"Headmaster..." said Nikki thoughtfully. "I was supposed to see him for something... oh, yeah! Duh! The outfits! See you later, dudes!" With that, she marched up to the teachers' table. McGonagall raised her eyebrows pointedly at Dumbledore, then moved her eyes in Nikki's direction. Dumbledore, however, just smiled.
"Dominique Harply! Would you like a lemon drop? I always find they sweeten the temper after lunch," the Headmaster announced.
"Nah, I like Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, myself," Nikki replied, wondering why Dumbledore was wincing. "Anyways, I'm Dominique Har- hey. How did you know that? Oh, you're the Headmaster. Just call me Nikki. Dude. I really need to talk to you about these ghetto robes."
McGonagall raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me, but 'ghetto', Miss Harply?"
Dumbledore held up a hand to silence his old friend. "Please, Nikki, do continue."
"Okay. So I was thinking... they hide way too much. And I'm not just talking about the guys!"
Dumbledore stroked his beard thoughtfully. "So... what do you propose we do?" Nikki grinned. "Now you're speaking my language." Left to negotiate, the two talked as one lone owl flew into the room, screeching with joy.
Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters or things associated with it. That, my friends, is why life sucks. Oh yeah, this is a spin-off. So don't get any little (or big) ideas into your little (or big) heads. Enjoy! P.s. Nikki is our character, along with the others we happened to invent. SO DON'T SUE!!!!!!!
As they approached the lunchroom, they heard a loud bang, then a thump. "What just happened?" asked Ullanda as Rini and Ginny approached the sixth- years.
"I don't know, but I have a sneaking suspicion it has something to do with my brothers..." answered Ginny grimly.
"Or Nikki," added Hermione. The four girls ran into the cafeteria to discover that Ron and Harry, having already finished their lunches (like all the boys in the room), were dressed in suspicious-looking cowboy suits.
"All right then, partner, I saw her first, and I'm prepared to fight for the death for her, you yellow-bellied son of a-,"
"RON! What ARE you doing! Get down from that table THIS INSTANT!" hissed Hermione, pulling on his boots.
"The same goes for you, HARRY!" added Ginny with her hands on her hips. As soon as he stepped down from the top of the table, Nikki pounced on him.
"Oh, you were so brave, ready to take that bullet for me, oh Harry, you're the best!" Nikki exclaimed as she kissed Harry.
Ron glared at them and threw his gun on the ground next to Harry, water leaking out of it.
"Oh Ronny boy, why didn't you ever fight to the death for me?" asked Fred as he came up behind the younger Weasley, throwing his arm around Ron's shoulder.
"Yeah, Ronnikins, I feel like I'm missing out," added George, batting his eyelashes.
"Oh, bother that," said Hermione as she pulled out her schedule. "What class do we have next... oh, no."
"What?" asked the twins together, grinning wickedly at each other.
"It's yours," she answered, her face grave. "Your class next... hold me, somebody, I think I'm going to faint. My world is coming to an end..."
"Just stay away from the light at the end of the tunnel," Ron advised. Hermione turned and glared at him.
"Tomorrow we have flying first thing in the morning. Then Potions, with Snape. Ah well, the best and the worst, right Harry?" Hermione grinned at Harry, who in turn glanced at Nikki, who was turning a very odd shade of green.
"You all right, Nikki?" Harry asked, tapping her shoulder.
"Did you say...flying? As in...the air?"
"What else would you fly in, water?" Ron laughed as he slapped Nikki on the back. "Of course in the air! Man, I can't wait. I bet you look great zipping through the air, Nikki!"
Seamus grinned at Dean. "And I bet the view from the ground is great, too!"
Ginny glared at Seamus. "Pervert," she called him.
"No, no, just Irish. There's a difference!"
Nikki smiled brightly. "You're right, Ronny! I'll just get my Harry to fly with me!"
Ron cursed under his breath.
"Why hold it in, Ron?" asked Fred. "Say it loud, say it proud!"
"Oh, Ron," contradicted Hermione, "don't. You don't want to get in trouble with the Headmaster, do you?"
"Headmaster..." said Nikki thoughtfully. "I was supposed to see him for something... oh, yeah! Duh! The outfits! See you later, dudes!" With that, she marched up to the teachers' table. McGonagall raised her eyebrows pointedly at Dumbledore, then moved her eyes in Nikki's direction. Dumbledore, however, just smiled.
"Dominique Harply! Would you like a lemon drop? I always find they sweeten the temper after lunch," the Headmaster announced.
"Nah, I like Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, myself," Nikki replied, wondering why Dumbledore was wincing. "Anyways, I'm Dominique Har- hey. How did you know that? Oh, you're the Headmaster. Just call me Nikki. Dude. I really need to talk to you about these ghetto robes."
McGonagall raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me, but 'ghetto', Miss Harply?"
Dumbledore held up a hand to silence his old friend. "Please, Nikki, do continue."
"Okay. So I was thinking... they hide way too much. And I'm not just talking about the guys!"
Dumbledore stroked his beard thoughtfully. "So... what do you propose we do?" Nikki grinned. "Now you're speaking my language." Left to negotiate, the two talked as one lone owl flew into the room, screeching with joy.