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A/N: There will be some HP/EF but this story is as I said a DM/EF. If there's any misspelling please forgive me. I was up until 1am writing this and my comp. doesn't have spellcheck. Thank you elvenprincess for the review! PLEASE ENJOY AND FLAMES AND IDEAS ARE WELCOMED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Naughty Babysitter
Echo stared amazed at the surrondings as she followed the three girls into the dining hall. It was beautiful and a whole lot more sectacular than she had imagined it. Crimson candles floated aimlessly in the air, just as Hermione and Ron described to her on the train. There were four tables for the four houses; Ravenclaw on the far right with Hufflepuff on the far left and Gryffindor and Slytherin in the middle. It seemed the 2nd through 7th years had found their seats and she was the only really tall person left standing, not counting professor McGonagall who stood stiffly near a aged stool, a tattered hat in her hand. A sting of embarrasment coursed through her veins as she entangled her fingers into the fabric of her skirt. She was the only student at the age of seventeen standing and the rest who were standing were just turning eleven or twelve.
Slowly her eyes began to wonder across the students, many of them chattering endlessly about this year at Hogwarts. Soon she spotted Nevielle. As always he was being adorably shy as this sixth year spoke to him, her fingers combing lightly through her golden locks. Nevielle, he would indeed be a challenge to any girl who wished to bed him, but nonetheless his naive shyness made him somewhat iressistable. Still he wasn't her type. She liked a dominant partner, someone to equal her wanting and torturous flirting. Even though she was a virgin she was amazed at how much interest she had in men. They were sometimes like a drug to her. All she had to do was stare and the wheels in her head would begin to turn. Her imagination was no doubt her enemy in those situations.
Laughing nervously, she shook the thoughts from her head and scanned the room once more. Rebecca's older sister, Keira, was sitting quietly near the rest of the Ravenclaws. Keira had always been the strong silent type, if you will. She was a sort of tomboy who no guy had gotten passed first base with, much less tamed. Also the girl was a beater on the quidditch team and was the captain no less. Echo studied her; she sat lazily with her hands resting against her cheeks and her chocolate brown hair danced spastically around her head, except for the rest which was done up in a bun. She was naturally beautiful, just like Becca. Echo once questioned Becca about her and Ron and she just said it was sort of a bet that grew into a very deep friendship. They weren't quite in love, but were best friends with benefits you could say. God, teen life was so hard to understand. Fortunately, Becca was still a virgin. Even though she completely trusted Ron, Becca was her friend and it seemed that no guy right now could measure up for her.
" Quiet everyone, please. Welcome first years, to Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. Also it seems we have a new seventh year among us." McGonagall hesitated for a moment and smiled at Echo." Now, when I call your name you will come forth. I will place the sorting hat on your head to sort you into your houses."
" Cynthia Anderson."
She watched as the girl stepped bravely up to the stool and took her seat. The hat began to mumble something before screaming out Hufflepuff. A bright smile stole the girl's lips as she raced over to the table and was greeted by handshakes and hugs.
" Brutal Malachi."
Again a youth stepped up. He was fairly tall for one of his age and his ratty brown hair was a mess upon his he. Now she could see why his parents named him Brutal. He had the look of a defensive snake ready to strike if needed. Before the hat was even close to his head Slytherin echoed throughout the room.
" Elizabeth Anderson."
Echo gazed at the girl somewhat icily. She seemed like a Slytherin and not to her surprise she was.
" Amaltheia Anderson."
Curiosity kept her eyes glued to the young teen as she sat nervously upon the stool. A smile crept onto her lips as she spotted a dignified aura curling around the redhead's presence. Ravenclaw or Gryffindor, Echo thought kindly.
" Gryffindor."
Immediately the whole table cheered and a hot shiver traveled down her spine. Amaltheia was lucky, for Griffindor was the most respected house and she needed no genius to tell her that. Soon everything settled down and Echo couldn't mistake the twinkle of joy in her eyes as she stared at the content girl then back down to her list.
" Echo Foster."
Time froze at the sound of her name. Oh Gods! What was she to do now?! She couldn't will her legs to move. Butterflies twirled drunkenly around in her stomach as she stood there, still as a statue. She had to go up there! Get moving git! Reluctantly her moved forward her thoughts ushering her on as her delicate school shoes tapped lightly on the stone floor. All eyes were upon her. She could feel them dissecting her, one above all the others. Someone was staring angrily yet at the same time hungrily at her. A mixture of emotions clashed in her heart. Were they hers or the person's?
Suddenly something caught her eye. A silent gasp escaped her lips as she stared shocked and curious at Rasika, who was seated nimbly beside the Headmaster of Slytherin. What was she doing? Was she the new DADA teacher? Great!
Sitting gracefully on the stool, she looked out into the crowd trying to find something to concentrate on. Soon she found the green eyes she'd been searching for and smiled wryly. Harry grinned back and gave her a thumbs up. A slight blush took over her cheeks as she studied him. He'd grown over the years and it wasn't to her disliking. He wasn't as lanky as he used to be and his complexion was a gorgeous gold, most likely from Quidditch. She jumped slightly as the hat was set upon her head.
" Oh, very difficult. Yes, very difficult. Very bold, loyal, yet sneaky I see. Not a sour mind either, though quite mischievous. No doubt you got that from your mother. Also there's a thirst to prove yourself. Where shall you go?
" I wish to be in Griffindor and you will choose no different," she whispered dangerously as the hat grumbled to itself.
" Why not Slytherin? You truly belong in there I believe."
" No," her voice came out a bit louder and harsher than she intended.
" Are you sure? Very well, Griffindor it is Miss Foster."