Disclaimer:
No, I do not own any of these characters, except the ones that you don't recognize. That is quite a lot... Please enjoy.
23- Interested?
Mona and Hermione became much better friends over the next week. Mona told Hermione all about her life and vice versa. Mona was really surprised to hear about all the adventures Hermione, Ron, and Harry had, first hand. They both decided not to tell anyone, not even Harry and Ron, that she was related to Snape. The following weekend, Hermione and Mona were studying... well, talking more like it, in the library. Ron came up behind Hermione, and put his hands over her eyes. 'Guess who it is?' said Ron in a childish voice. 'Ron,' said Hermione with laugh, 'come on, we were talking.' 'Ahh, you never talk to me anymore. Now, all you do is hang with Mona,' said Ron with his puppy eyes. Mona laughed. 'I feel like having a walk anyway,' she got up to leave an exasperated Hermione and Ron with a mischievous look on his face. She walked through the hallways, enjoying the silence and laughs every once in a while. Suddenly, she caught a flash of silver blond hair. 'Oh no,' she thought, 'King Malfoy.' She tried to walk away unnoticed, but Malfoy saw her and walked up beside her. 'So... Mona, how are ya,' he said in what he supposed was a cool manner. He looked to his cronies and shooed them away into the Great Hall. Then he snuck his hand around her waist. 'What are you doing all alone on this late afternoon?' 'Look Malfoy, really, I would always prefer to be alone than with you,' said Mona coolly. 'Hmph,' puffed Malfoy, 'I also really don't care what you prefer. You are lucky for me to be interested in you.' That caught Mona's attention; she didn't want King Malfoy interested in her. 'Well, pal, I really have to go. Don't hope to see you soon. Good. Bye,' said Mona as she ran away from Malfoy and out onto the grounds. Then she saw the Quidditch Grounds. She hadn't played quidditch in such a long time. She ran onto the field and was surprised to find someone already there.
23- Flying
'Hey, Harry!' shouted Mona up to where Harry was unmistakably flying high above the pitch. He stopped his zooming around and flew surprisingly fast towards her. Harry landed expertly right in front of her. Mona smiled, 'Showing off,' she said. 'Just a little,' said Harry as he took off his glasses and wiped the sweat off his forehead to cover a blush. 'You're good at quidditch,' said Mona as she thought of something more interesting to talk about. 'Oh, well... have you ever flown before,' asked Harry stupidly, for everyone in the magical world had definitely ridden a broomstick. 'Um, I saw the Quidditch Cup, and I have actually gotten on a broomstick, but I never played for a team.' 'Oh,' 'Well, why are you out here all alone, flying?' 'I'm the Quidditch captain of Gryffindor, maybe you've heard, and I have to make sure I myself can fly for tryouts.' 'Tryouts?' 'Ya, you see we need beaters and chasers for this year's team.' 'Cool, could you teach... well, remind me how to fly again. I used to be really good.' 'Great, just get on.' 'Um,' said Mona suddenly agitated, 'I don't know... how... to use that broom. Isn't it really... fast?' Harry laughed, a nice laugh, 'Ah, you have nothing to worry about. Come on, you can sit in front of me.' Mona got on to the broom in front of Harry. She positioned her hands on the handle. 'Now, just put your hands this way,' said Harry as he made her hands grip the broomstick much better. 'And... we're up,' said Mona in a cheery voice as she kicked hard off the ground.
24- Soaring
Suddenly, she was soaring, high above the grounds. Mona could see the beauty of the castle in the sunset. She felt Harry's chest against her back and his hands on hers, guiding her. 'So, what brought you this way anyway,' said Harry after a while. 'Oh, quite a story, really. First, I was in the library with Hermione, and then Ron came... well, you know. I left them alone.' Harry chuckled, 'Ever since second year, Ron's fancied Hermione. I suppose she fancied him as well. Anyway, this summer Ron finally asked her out and... of course, she accepted. He can't stay away from her ever since.' 'Ahhh... how sweet,' said Mona as they swerved around the hoops. 'So, after I left them, I started walking in the hallways, when I met- well guess who- Malfoy.' 'What, what happened?' said Harry quickly as they started to fly slower and dangerously low and close to the ground. 'He shooed his cronies- as you call them- away, and decided he was fit to walk with me,' said Mona, she could feel Harry tensing behind her, 'He asked why I was alone. I told him I would always prefer that than being with him, and then he said I was lucky to have him interested in me.' 'He Said WHAT!' shouted Harry. He made a sudden swerve with his broom that sent them flying. It was lucky that they were but five feet off the ground. Mona gasped as she hit the ground with a thud, Harry toppling over her. 'I don't believe this,' said Harry somewhat in a daze. 'Um,' said Mona as she tried to straighten herself, 'Harry.' 'Malfoy, interested in a Gryffindor?' Harry questioned as though it was something completely out of the ordinary, like pineapple cheese. 'HARRY,' Mona squealed, 'can you get off me!' Harry, suddenly realizing there position rolled to the side as Mona got up. 'Oh, sorry,' Harry muttered embarrassed to the patch of grass were Mona was, except she wasn't there. He looked up to see her already flying with his broomstick in the air. 'Hey,' said Harry, but his voice trailed off as he saw her dodge around the pitch and around hoops. 'You're good,' he said. Mona had come down for just long enough to hear that and say a quick thanks, before she zoomed off again.
25- Whispering Words
She loved the feel of fresh air on her face, tangling her hair, in her ears... in her ears... she could hear something... it was faint though... very faint...
'Come back to me... to me...'
'Is that, like, a man calling his lover or what,' though Mona.
'Come back, Isa...lla, back...'
'Whatever,' thought Mona, 'did dad have to listen to things like this?' She swirled around the pitch once more and then landed by Harry, who was standing in the middle of the pitch with his hand ruffling his hair. 'You are really good, you know,' said Harry as she landed. 'You better come for tryouts.' 'Ya, thanks,' said Mona, 'But, then again, of course I'll make the team,' she said. 'And why of course,' said Harry confused. 'Because,' she said slyly, 'if the captain falls off his broom, and I don't then of course I'll be on the team. Maybe,' she added as an after thought, 'I should be captain.' 'Oh, I'll get you for that,' said Harry as he started to chase her. Mona though she was fast, couldn't get away from Harry who was bigger and faster, after all, you don't become Gryffindor seeker for nothing. But, then again, Mona had the broom. Running, she mounted the broom and kicked the ground. However, Harry had grabbed onto the broom stick and therefore went flying into the air, holding his Firebolt with only one hand. 'Wooow,' Harry cried from underneath Mona, 'Please, can we land.' 'And why should we,' said Mona happily. 'Cause I'm about to fall of this broom and probably break my neck,' said Harry in a rush. 'Ok,' said Mona lightly, 'I guess that's a good enough reason,' and she landed near the front doors of the castle. 'Merlin,' said Harry as his feet finally touched the ground, 'will you take a look at my hand, it's blood red.' Mona took hold of Harry's right hand, and it really was a dark red color, but maybe that was because of the darkness it was now becoming outside. Suddenly, Mona felt a crazy urge to suck the blood out of that hand. To taste the sweet coppery taste of fresh blood. If only she could... And just as quickly she had gotten into that daze, she was out of it. Mona looked into Harry's green eyes in fright.
What had she just been thinking?
'I think it's time for me to go,' said Mona quickly; before, she could walk away, Harry grabbed her hand. 'Will you be there for tryouts?' he asked hopefully. Mona answered a swift maybe before she walked away.
No, I do not own any of these characters, except the ones that you don't recognize. That is quite a lot... Please enjoy.
23- Interested?
Mona and Hermione became much better friends over the next week. Mona told Hermione all about her life and vice versa. Mona was really surprised to hear about all the adventures Hermione, Ron, and Harry had, first hand. They both decided not to tell anyone, not even Harry and Ron, that she was related to Snape. The following weekend, Hermione and Mona were studying... well, talking more like it, in the library. Ron came up behind Hermione, and put his hands over her eyes. 'Guess who it is?' said Ron in a childish voice. 'Ron,' said Hermione with laugh, 'come on, we were talking.' 'Ahh, you never talk to me anymore. Now, all you do is hang with Mona,' said Ron with his puppy eyes. Mona laughed. 'I feel like having a walk anyway,' she got up to leave an exasperated Hermione and Ron with a mischievous look on his face. She walked through the hallways, enjoying the silence and laughs every once in a while. Suddenly, she caught a flash of silver blond hair. 'Oh no,' she thought, 'King Malfoy.' She tried to walk away unnoticed, but Malfoy saw her and walked up beside her. 'So... Mona, how are ya,' he said in what he supposed was a cool manner. He looked to his cronies and shooed them away into the Great Hall. Then he snuck his hand around her waist. 'What are you doing all alone on this late afternoon?' 'Look Malfoy, really, I would always prefer to be alone than with you,' said Mona coolly. 'Hmph,' puffed Malfoy, 'I also really don't care what you prefer. You are lucky for me to be interested in you.' That caught Mona's attention; she didn't want King Malfoy interested in her. 'Well, pal, I really have to go. Don't hope to see you soon. Good. Bye,' said Mona as she ran away from Malfoy and out onto the grounds. Then she saw the Quidditch Grounds. She hadn't played quidditch in such a long time. She ran onto the field and was surprised to find someone already there.
23- Flying
'Hey, Harry!' shouted Mona up to where Harry was unmistakably flying high above the pitch. He stopped his zooming around and flew surprisingly fast towards her. Harry landed expertly right in front of her. Mona smiled, 'Showing off,' she said. 'Just a little,' said Harry as he took off his glasses and wiped the sweat off his forehead to cover a blush. 'You're good at quidditch,' said Mona as she thought of something more interesting to talk about. 'Oh, well... have you ever flown before,' asked Harry stupidly, for everyone in the magical world had definitely ridden a broomstick. 'Um, I saw the Quidditch Cup, and I have actually gotten on a broomstick, but I never played for a team.' 'Oh,' 'Well, why are you out here all alone, flying?' 'I'm the Quidditch captain of Gryffindor, maybe you've heard, and I have to make sure I myself can fly for tryouts.' 'Tryouts?' 'Ya, you see we need beaters and chasers for this year's team.' 'Cool, could you teach... well, remind me how to fly again. I used to be really good.' 'Great, just get on.' 'Um,' said Mona suddenly agitated, 'I don't know... how... to use that broom. Isn't it really... fast?' Harry laughed, a nice laugh, 'Ah, you have nothing to worry about. Come on, you can sit in front of me.' Mona got on to the broom in front of Harry. She positioned her hands on the handle. 'Now, just put your hands this way,' said Harry as he made her hands grip the broomstick much better. 'And... we're up,' said Mona in a cheery voice as she kicked hard off the ground.
24- Soaring
Suddenly, she was soaring, high above the grounds. Mona could see the beauty of the castle in the sunset. She felt Harry's chest against her back and his hands on hers, guiding her. 'So, what brought you this way anyway,' said Harry after a while. 'Oh, quite a story, really. First, I was in the library with Hermione, and then Ron came... well, you know. I left them alone.' Harry chuckled, 'Ever since second year, Ron's fancied Hermione. I suppose she fancied him as well. Anyway, this summer Ron finally asked her out and... of course, she accepted. He can't stay away from her ever since.' 'Ahhh... how sweet,' said Mona as they swerved around the hoops. 'So, after I left them, I started walking in the hallways, when I met- well guess who- Malfoy.' 'What, what happened?' said Harry quickly as they started to fly slower and dangerously low and close to the ground. 'He shooed his cronies- as you call them- away, and decided he was fit to walk with me,' said Mona, she could feel Harry tensing behind her, 'He asked why I was alone. I told him I would always prefer that than being with him, and then he said I was lucky to have him interested in me.' 'He Said WHAT!' shouted Harry. He made a sudden swerve with his broom that sent them flying. It was lucky that they were but five feet off the ground. Mona gasped as she hit the ground with a thud, Harry toppling over her. 'I don't believe this,' said Harry somewhat in a daze. 'Um,' said Mona as she tried to straighten herself, 'Harry.' 'Malfoy, interested in a Gryffindor?' Harry questioned as though it was something completely out of the ordinary, like pineapple cheese. 'HARRY,' Mona squealed, 'can you get off me!' Harry, suddenly realizing there position rolled to the side as Mona got up. 'Oh, sorry,' Harry muttered embarrassed to the patch of grass were Mona was, except she wasn't there. He looked up to see her already flying with his broomstick in the air. 'Hey,' said Harry, but his voice trailed off as he saw her dodge around the pitch and around hoops. 'You're good,' he said. Mona had come down for just long enough to hear that and say a quick thanks, before she zoomed off again.
25- Whispering Words
She loved the feel of fresh air on her face, tangling her hair, in her ears... in her ears... she could hear something... it was faint though... very faint...
'Come back to me... to me...'
'Is that, like, a man calling his lover or what,' though Mona.
'Come back, Isa...lla, back...'
'Whatever,' thought Mona, 'did dad have to listen to things like this?' She swirled around the pitch once more and then landed by Harry, who was standing in the middle of the pitch with his hand ruffling his hair. 'You are really good, you know,' said Harry as she landed. 'You better come for tryouts.' 'Ya, thanks,' said Mona, 'But, then again, of course I'll make the team,' she said. 'And why of course,' said Harry confused. 'Because,' she said slyly, 'if the captain falls off his broom, and I don't then of course I'll be on the team. Maybe,' she added as an after thought, 'I should be captain.' 'Oh, I'll get you for that,' said Harry as he started to chase her. Mona though she was fast, couldn't get away from Harry who was bigger and faster, after all, you don't become Gryffindor seeker for nothing. But, then again, Mona had the broom. Running, she mounted the broom and kicked the ground. However, Harry had grabbed onto the broom stick and therefore went flying into the air, holding his Firebolt with only one hand. 'Wooow,' Harry cried from underneath Mona, 'Please, can we land.' 'And why should we,' said Mona happily. 'Cause I'm about to fall of this broom and probably break my neck,' said Harry in a rush. 'Ok,' said Mona lightly, 'I guess that's a good enough reason,' and she landed near the front doors of the castle. 'Merlin,' said Harry as his feet finally touched the ground, 'will you take a look at my hand, it's blood red.' Mona took hold of Harry's right hand, and it really was a dark red color, but maybe that was because of the darkness it was now becoming outside. Suddenly, Mona felt a crazy urge to suck the blood out of that hand. To taste the sweet coppery taste of fresh blood. If only she could... And just as quickly she had gotten into that daze, she was out of it. Mona looked into Harry's green eyes in fright.
What had she just been thinking?
'I think it's time for me to go,' said Mona quickly; before, she could walk away, Harry grabbed her hand. 'Will you be there for tryouts?' he asked hopefully. Mona answered a swift maybe before she walked away.