She smacked right into Harry as she came around the last stair. She wasn't
prepared for someone to be standing there, and she was thrown backwards
from the act of running into him, his weight more than 20 pounds greater
than hers. She landed on her ass, stopping herself from swearing at the
last second, not sure if it was a teacher she ran into. She looked up to
see Harry. "You."
Harry grinned, offering her his hand to help her up, which she took reluctantly, standing up and brushing herself off. "I figured I would stick around so I could show you where your table was," he explained, a stupid grin on his face. "What house are you in?" he asked, looking at her. She squirmed under his gaze, feeling like she was under suicide watch or something of the likes.
"Gryffindor," she muttered, brushing past him, headed to the Great Hall, hoping to shake him off.
"Really?" His tone reflected his excitement. "That's what I'm in," he said, hurrying to catch up with her. She sped up, but so did he. She finally gave up and slowed, realizing she wouldn't be able to shake him.
"Great, I'm in the house of the big git," she muttered under her breath, but to her luck, Harry didn't hear her. He led her to the Great Hall. She didn't speak a word to him as he jabbered on about the houses and things that had happened in the first week she had missed. Or the first three days. She had arrived on Saturday, and school had started on Wednesday. She just continued to walk, but Harry wasn't discouraged.
They entered the Great Hall, and Vikky received a few stares. She was talking to Harry Potter, the person almost all of them wanted to talk to, and she had only been there 5 minutes. And she seemed to be ignoring her. She ignored the stares. She sat at the far end of the table, close to the doors. Harry was about to sit next to her when she looked straight up at him. "Why don't you go back to your friends? I'm sure they miss you, and I just want to eat in piece."
Harry gawked at her, but composed himself and walked back to Hermione and Ron. Ron started interrogating him, and Harry told him about what he had talked about. Hermione ignored them, watching Vikky eat a sandwich, almost swallowing it whole in her haste. She downed a pumpkin juice in the same speed and stood up to leave. Then Hermione saw a problem. Vikky stood up, smacking into a tall, white-blonde haired boy.
Harry wasn't the only one who seemed to have noticed Vikky when she had entered. Draco Malfoy had seen her enter, recognizing her Krum features, although much less bulky than her brother. He had seen her leave with Potter and sneered. He stood up when he saw her reenter and shun Harry. "I'll be right back," he told Crabbe and Goyle. He walked over right as she stood up and she ran smack into him, causing her to sit down again.
Vikky glared up at Draco, a defiant glint in her eye. She was really getting sick of all these Hogwarts people running into her. At Durmstang, everyone knew better than to touch her if they wanted their heads to remain attached. Her brother wasn't fond of anyone touching her.
"Watch it," she snarled, sliding over and standing up, only to have her exit be blocked by Malfoy as he slid over a step.
"Name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy," he put emphasis on Draco.
"Name's I don't really care." She tried to brush past here, but he stood firm, his weight 40 pounds more than hers. She couldn't budge him. "What do you want?"
"You," he murmured, his hands reaching forward, heading for her chest. She brought her knee up, connecting with his groin area. He doubled over in pain, and she gave him a cold look.
"Good luck," her voice had a cold edge to it. She blew past him, walking out of the Great Hall, leaning against the wall, hoping he didn't follow. To her luck, he didn't. He was in too much pain, and most of the hall was laughing at him. Hermione started giggling, but decided to help Vikky. She walked out of the Great Hall, stepping over Draco, purposely kicking him 'on accident', apologizing, her voice false.
She found Vikky outside the hall. "Need a little help?" Vikky looked at her sheepishly.
"Did I just screw myself over?" she asked. She looked a bit nervous.
"Nah, it's just Draco. Everyone hates him anyways," Hermione had a kind smile on her face, and Vikky responded with a small smile of her own. "You know, Harry really likes you," she continued. She saw Vikky's face go beet red, and then completely pale. Hermione changed the subject.
"So, how is your brother?" she asked. "I haven't talked to him in awhile." "Actually, I'm supposed to tell you he says hi." A small smile finally came over her face.
"Really? I was going to visit him this summer, but the whole thing with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named changed my mind," Hermione said sheepishly.
Vikky's face changed instantly. Her eyes narrowed and her mouth formed a thin line for a second, then just as fast, she had a smile on her lips. "Wouldn't have been a good summer anyways. Snowed for most of it." She hoped Hermione hadn't noticed the change. She was hoping she wouldn't have to tell anyone about her father.
Hermione saw her face change, but figured if Vikky didn't want to talk about it, she wouldn't force her. "I see you've got an admirer already." Hermione tried to see if she would get any reaction giving away that Vikky didn't mind and she got it: Vikky's cheeks flushed the littlest bit and Hermione saw it.
"Good for him," she said, trying to act nonchalant. Hermione had to stifle a laugh so that Vikky wouldn't think she was being laughed at on her first day.
"Yeah. I think he really likes you. When I left, he was talking about you to Ron. He never talks to Ron about anything in the Great Hall. They usually don't want to get overheard, but he's talking about you." Hermione felt bad for Harry with everything going on, and she was wondering if Vikky would ever hook up with Harry. It would do both of them good. From their conversation so far, Hermione was thinking yes.
"Well, he can talk all he wants," Vikky muttered. "Doesn't mean I'll hear." Inwardly, she was wondering if she had a chance. She'd never had a boyfriend, and Harry was pretty cute.
Hermione could tell Vikky was thinking about something, so she waited a minute before asking, "So, do you want to know where you sleep?"
Vikky nodded, still thinking about the way Harry had looked at her, and the way he had helped her up. She turned and followed Hermione up to the painting of the Fat Lady. She learned the password "Godric's Lair." She entered and gasped at how homely the common room was. "These are really nice. At Durmstang we got a few chairs, a few tables, and a fireplace. Nothing as nice as this," she commented.
Hermione smiled like a proud mother. "Want to see your dorm?" she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she ran up the stairs to her dorm, Vikky trailing not far behind. "Are you a sixth year?" Hermione asked. Vikky nodded and Hermione led her into the dorm at the top of the tower. "This one's ours," she said proudly. She had decorated it over the years with some help from the other sixth year girls. "Like it?"
"Yeah, it's nice. Which bed isn't taken?" she glanced around the room. All the beds looked like they had occupants. Hermione pointed t a corner that Vikky hadn't noticed. Vikky saw a bed that looked exactly like all the other beds in the room except it didn't have any personal affects on it. She walked over and flopped down, staring at the canopy over her head. She glanced at Herimione, who was watching Vikky closely. "Do you know when my stuff will get here?" Hermione shook her head. "Should be here soon though," she reassured Vikky, who merely nodded. "It's not that important. So, which one's yours?" Hermione pointed to the bed closest to Vikky's. The heads of the beds were only a half a foot apart. The room had been arranged to fit Vikky's bed in. "Perfect distance for talking," she pointed out. Hermione grinned, sitting on the edge of her bed so that they were facing each other. "So, do you think Harry really likes me?" she asked with a little too much excitement for someone who "didn't care." Hermione grinned. She was right. Vikky did like Harry. "Yeah, we're best friends, and I can tell with these kind of things. He has the hots for you. He probably wants to get in your pants," she teased. Vikky didn't catch the joke. "Ew, ew, ew! That is just DISGUSTING!" she cried, burying her face in her pillow. Hermione laughed at her reaction. "I was kidding Vikky. Have you ever even kissed a guy?" she asked tentatively, already expecting the answer. "No, never kissed any," she said sheepishly. Hermione tried to sustain her giggles. "What's so funny?" Vikky asked, raising her head from her pillow to glare at Hermione. Hermione put her hands up in peace, "Nothing. Your brother was right. You are pure. I wouldn't be surprised if that changed soon," she added. Vikky looked at her. "Why do you say that?" she asked. "Well, Harry is very persistent. I'm sure he'll try and give you at least one kiss." Vikky made a face. "Course, you might just kick him in the balls. Who knows?" she teased. Vikky got a thoughtful look on her face "Ah, the possibilities," she said jokingly while Hermione got a VERY nervous look on her face. "You know I was kidding right?" she asked tentatively. "Cuz if you kicked him the balls he would come right back to me, and I would be in a bad spot." Vikky grinned innocently, "I promise you I would never kick Harry in the balls. I swear," she said with her fingers crossed. "Now, I think I'll go to bed." She pulled out her covers and climbed into bed still in her clothes. Her things still hadn't arrived. Hermione laughed and put on her pajamas before climbing into bed, falling silent and only hearing a light breathing sound coming from Vikky's bed.
Harry grinned, offering her his hand to help her up, which she took reluctantly, standing up and brushing herself off. "I figured I would stick around so I could show you where your table was," he explained, a stupid grin on his face. "What house are you in?" he asked, looking at her. She squirmed under his gaze, feeling like she was under suicide watch or something of the likes.
"Gryffindor," she muttered, brushing past him, headed to the Great Hall, hoping to shake him off.
"Really?" His tone reflected his excitement. "That's what I'm in," he said, hurrying to catch up with her. She sped up, but so did he. She finally gave up and slowed, realizing she wouldn't be able to shake him.
"Great, I'm in the house of the big git," she muttered under her breath, but to her luck, Harry didn't hear her. He led her to the Great Hall. She didn't speak a word to him as he jabbered on about the houses and things that had happened in the first week she had missed. Or the first three days. She had arrived on Saturday, and school had started on Wednesday. She just continued to walk, but Harry wasn't discouraged.
They entered the Great Hall, and Vikky received a few stares. She was talking to Harry Potter, the person almost all of them wanted to talk to, and she had only been there 5 minutes. And she seemed to be ignoring her. She ignored the stares. She sat at the far end of the table, close to the doors. Harry was about to sit next to her when she looked straight up at him. "Why don't you go back to your friends? I'm sure they miss you, and I just want to eat in piece."
Harry gawked at her, but composed himself and walked back to Hermione and Ron. Ron started interrogating him, and Harry told him about what he had talked about. Hermione ignored them, watching Vikky eat a sandwich, almost swallowing it whole in her haste. She downed a pumpkin juice in the same speed and stood up to leave. Then Hermione saw a problem. Vikky stood up, smacking into a tall, white-blonde haired boy.
Harry wasn't the only one who seemed to have noticed Vikky when she had entered. Draco Malfoy had seen her enter, recognizing her Krum features, although much less bulky than her brother. He had seen her leave with Potter and sneered. He stood up when he saw her reenter and shun Harry. "I'll be right back," he told Crabbe and Goyle. He walked over right as she stood up and she ran smack into him, causing her to sit down again.
Vikky glared up at Draco, a defiant glint in her eye. She was really getting sick of all these Hogwarts people running into her. At Durmstang, everyone knew better than to touch her if they wanted their heads to remain attached. Her brother wasn't fond of anyone touching her.
"Watch it," she snarled, sliding over and standing up, only to have her exit be blocked by Malfoy as he slid over a step.
"Name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy," he put emphasis on Draco.
"Name's I don't really care." She tried to brush past here, but he stood firm, his weight 40 pounds more than hers. She couldn't budge him. "What do you want?"
"You," he murmured, his hands reaching forward, heading for her chest. She brought her knee up, connecting with his groin area. He doubled over in pain, and she gave him a cold look.
"Good luck," her voice had a cold edge to it. She blew past him, walking out of the Great Hall, leaning against the wall, hoping he didn't follow. To her luck, he didn't. He was in too much pain, and most of the hall was laughing at him. Hermione started giggling, but decided to help Vikky. She walked out of the Great Hall, stepping over Draco, purposely kicking him 'on accident', apologizing, her voice false.
She found Vikky outside the hall. "Need a little help?" Vikky looked at her sheepishly.
"Did I just screw myself over?" she asked. She looked a bit nervous.
"Nah, it's just Draco. Everyone hates him anyways," Hermione had a kind smile on her face, and Vikky responded with a small smile of her own. "You know, Harry really likes you," she continued. She saw Vikky's face go beet red, and then completely pale. Hermione changed the subject.
"So, how is your brother?" she asked. "I haven't talked to him in awhile." "Actually, I'm supposed to tell you he says hi." A small smile finally came over her face.
"Really? I was going to visit him this summer, but the whole thing with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named changed my mind," Hermione said sheepishly.
Vikky's face changed instantly. Her eyes narrowed and her mouth formed a thin line for a second, then just as fast, she had a smile on her lips. "Wouldn't have been a good summer anyways. Snowed for most of it." She hoped Hermione hadn't noticed the change. She was hoping she wouldn't have to tell anyone about her father.
Hermione saw her face change, but figured if Vikky didn't want to talk about it, she wouldn't force her. "I see you've got an admirer already." Hermione tried to see if she would get any reaction giving away that Vikky didn't mind and she got it: Vikky's cheeks flushed the littlest bit and Hermione saw it.
"Good for him," she said, trying to act nonchalant. Hermione had to stifle a laugh so that Vikky wouldn't think she was being laughed at on her first day.
"Yeah. I think he really likes you. When I left, he was talking about you to Ron. He never talks to Ron about anything in the Great Hall. They usually don't want to get overheard, but he's talking about you." Hermione felt bad for Harry with everything going on, and she was wondering if Vikky would ever hook up with Harry. It would do both of them good. From their conversation so far, Hermione was thinking yes.
"Well, he can talk all he wants," Vikky muttered. "Doesn't mean I'll hear." Inwardly, she was wondering if she had a chance. She'd never had a boyfriend, and Harry was pretty cute.
Hermione could tell Vikky was thinking about something, so she waited a minute before asking, "So, do you want to know where you sleep?"
Vikky nodded, still thinking about the way Harry had looked at her, and the way he had helped her up. She turned and followed Hermione up to the painting of the Fat Lady. She learned the password "Godric's Lair." She entered and gasped at how homely the common room was. "These are really nice. At Durmstang we got a few chairs, a few tables, and a fireplace. Nothing as nice as this," she commented.
Hermione smiled like a proud mother. "Want to see your dorm?" she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she ran up the stairs to her dorm, Vikky trailing not far behind. "Are you a sixth year?" Hermione asked. Vikky nodded and Hermione led her into the dorm at the top of the tower. "This one's ours," she said proudly. She had decorated it over the years with some help from the other sixth year girls. "Like it?"
"Yeah, it's nice. Which bed isn't taken?" she glanced around the room. All the beds looked like they had occupants. Hermione pointed t a corner that Vikky hadn't noticed. Vikky saw a bed that looked exactly like all the other beds in the room except it didn't have any personal affects on it. She walked over and flopped down, staring at the canopy over her head. She glanced at Herimione, who was watching Vikky closely. "Do you know when my stuff will get here?" Hermione shook her head. "Should be here soon though," she reassured Vikky, who merely nodded. "It's not that important. So, which one's yours?" Hermione pointed to the bed closest to Vikky's. The heads of the beds were only a half a foot apart. The room had been arranged to fit Vikky's bed in. "Perfect distance for talking," she pointed out. Hermione grinned, sitting on the edge of her bed so that they were facing each other. "So, do you think Harry really likes me?" she asked with a little too much excitement for someone who "didn't care." Hermione grinned. She was right. Vikky did like Harry. "Yeah, we're best friends, and I can tell with these kind of things. He has the hots for you. He probably wants to get in your pants," she teased. Vikky didn't catch the joke. "Ew, ew, ew! That is just DISGUSTING!" she cried, burying her face in her pillow. Hermione laughed at her reaction. "I was kidding Vikky. Have you ever even kissed a guy?" she asked tentatively, already expecting the answer. "No, never kissed any," she said sheepishly. Hermione tried to sustain her giggles. "What's so funny?" Vikky asked, raising her head from her pillow to glare at Hermione. Hermione put her hands up in peace, "Nothing. Your brother was right. You are pure. I wouldn't be surprised if that changed soon," she added. Vikky looked at her. "Why do you say that?" she asked. "Well, Harry is very persistent. I'm sure he'll try and give you at least one kiss." Vikky made a face. "Course, you might just kick him in the balls. Who knows?" she teased. Vikky got a thoughtful look on her face "Ah, the possibilities," she said jokingly while Hermione got a VERY nervous look on her face. "You know I was kidding right?" she asked tentatively. "Cuz if you kicked him the balls he would come right back to me, and I would be in a bad spot." Vikky grinned innocently, "I promise you I would never kick Harry in the balls. I swear," she said with her fingers crossed. "Now, I think I'll go to bed." She pulled out her covers and climbed into bed still in her clothes. Her things still hadn't arrived. Hermione laughed and put on her pajamas before climbing into bed, falling silent and only hearing a light breathing sound coming from Vikky's bed.