A/N: Yes, I know this has taken forever, but you know what, I have gotten like, 3 reviews since I begged for them. No one else cares, why should I? It took me an entire month to update. . . how sad.
"Look at all the food!" Ron's high pitched 'excited' voice rang through the entire Great Hall. The Golden Trio laughed as they heard Vikky groan audibly.
"I'm looking, and I think I'm about to puke," she groaned. Harry patted her on the shoulder comfortingly, which only got a weak smile in reward.
"Ooo, LOOK!" Hermione cried playfully. "Pumpkin pie!"
Vikky's reaction was less than pleasing. She ran out of the Great Hall, only to return to find her friends sitting down, helping themselves to chicken legs. She wiped her mouth one last time before she sat down next to Harry. (A/N: AWWWW, how cute!)
"Hermione, have I said that you deserve to die lately? Because after that, you do," Vikky complained. Hermione just grinned in response, eating her chicken happily.
After much coaxing, Vikky finally took some chicken, a dinner roll, and a glass of pumpkin juice. By the time she finished her skimpy meal, the boys had gone through 3rds and 4ths and were beginning on dessert. Hermione had kept to two helpings and was nibbling on a cookie. The boys had smartly stayed away from pumpkin pie: Harry because of Vikky and Ron because he couldn't stand it either.
Three treacle tarts, one chocolate cake (yes, an ENTIRE cake, not just one piece), a dozen cookies, one piece of candy corn, a box of Bertie Bott's, and five and a half Fizzing Whizbees (they kindly gave Seamus Finnegan the last half when they couldn't finish it), the boys finally leaned back in their chairs with a sigh. After they had demolished the cake, Vikky had been scared off before she got the urge to vomit again, and after the seventh cookie, Hermione had gracefully retired, saying she needed to "study something or other". They grinned at each other.
"That has to be the best clean up we've done so far at Hogwarts, Harry," Ron stated.
Harry, too full to speak, merely nodded his agreement. He stood up, and Ron followed suit. After pushing in their chairs with much effort, they slowly walked back up to the common room, working off some (very little) of what they had just eaten. When they got there, Ron had to say the password. They sat down in front of the fire, and both boys dozed off for an hour.
Harry woke first with a groan of pain. "I think I over ate."
"First smart thing I've heard come out of your mouth in awhile, Harry," Hermione called from her position on an armchair, a very thick looking book open in her lap.
"Shut up, Hermione. It all looked so good. We just couldn't help ourselves. You know, just eating what our friends couldn't." He shrugged, to which Hermione sighed loudly.
She mumbled something that sounded remarkably like "boys, when will they learn".
Harry nudged Ron, who woke up with a start. "Uh, I feel like I'm going to be sick," Ron complained.
"That's because you ate half the table, and that was BEFORE I left," Vikky scolded as she plunked down on the couch between the boys unceremoniously.
Harry would have put his arm around her if he had been in his right mind, but he was in a state of shock. An 'I really ate that much food' kind of shock.
"Ok, we get the whole 'we're girls and we didn't eat as much as you so we're going ta tease you for your mistake' thing. Can we be left in our misery now?" Harry asked with a groan as he adjusted slightly on the couch, his eyes squeezed shut.
Vikky and Hermione shrugged before they both disappeared without a word. When Ron and Harry opened their eyes a few minutes later, they were met only by the sight of the fire.
"Well, at least they listened," Ron offered lamely.
"Hopefully Quidditch will help us work this off," Harry murmured in response.
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"So if you were to accidentally mix wolfsbane with the mandrake potion, the result would be the opposite of the wolfsbane? It would awaken the inner wolf?" Harry asked, looking at the book and scanning it again, looking very studious. It had been a week since the eating fiasco, and both the boys had been as wary around food as Vikky had been after the pumpkin pie eating contest. When she regained her appetite, the boys appeared to lose theirs.
"Not only would it awaken the wolf, it would cause the person who transforms to remain a werewolf until the next moon," Vikky didn't even look up from her Transfiguration essay, which was going on 5 inches longer than asked for.
Harry cringed noticeably at her statement, used to the fact she didn't even look up. "Doesn't sound good."
"That's why it says accidental. No one in their right mind would make that on purpose. The only occurrence of it, about ten years ago, was quite horrid. Twenty-five people were bitten during the extra time because no one knew exactly what was happening. Eventually the problem was discovered and has been closely monitored since, but the one incident put fear into the people's hearts. It's one of the main reasons werewolfs aren't trusted." She still hadn't looked up, and for once, it bugged Harry.
"You mean twenty-five people got this because of one little mistake like that?" he asked, dumbfounded.
Vikky looked up, her eyes flashing slightly "One LITTLE mistake? A restoration draught mixed with a draught to subside feelings would be dangerous in any situation, Harry. Not to mention when they BOTH happen to be the most powerful of their brand of potion!" she said tersely.
"Well, sorry Ms. Know-it-all. Some things don't just pop out at me from the inside of my brain like they do for other people. I'm sure Hermione couldn't tell you what it did." He was clearly trying to defend himself, but she shot him down quickly.
"Actually, she knew everything about it except for when it happened. So she could tell what it did. If you read the textbook through before the class started, you would understand things better, Harry." She rolled up her parchment (she had only been waiting for it to dry) and put it in her bag before packing up.
"Wait! You can't just leave me. I still need your help! I have 3 more subjects to do, and I- we have Quidditch practice today. Please Vikky, I need your help!" he pleaded, but for some reason, the cold, icy stare she was giving him didn't seem to hint to good things. Somehow though, he managed to get her to sit down again.
"I'm only staying because my homework isn't done. When it's finished, I am out of here, Harry. You can ask Hermione for help. She'll be here. . . sometime," she said exasperatedly.
They sat in silence for another half hour before Vikky rolled up her Ancient Runes homework and stuffed it in her bag. Harry was actually engrossed in his homework, and he barely noticed her leaving. Barely.
"Vikky, you can't go! I have to finish this tonight, and I still have to get to Quidditch. I need your help!" Harry cried, finally looking up from his Transfiguration essay, still 2 inches short of what was required.
"I have Quidditch too, Harry, and I need to go get ready for it! Do your own bloody homework. I'm not your personal slave. Just because I agreed to go to the dance with you and I'm friends with you doesn't mean I have to ALWAYS help you with your homework! Ask Hermione to! She'd be glad to help. She WANTS to spend more time with you, because you've completely neglected her to hand out with me, and it's not fair to her, or to Ron!" Vikky cried, standing with her hands on her hips, glaring at him.
"I have NOT neglected them! I've been busy. Homework is piling up, I'm captain of the Quidditch team, and I have practice!" he shouted back.
"I have all of that too! I have MORE homework than you AND I have Quidditch practice, but I'm getting it all done. You don't see ME having a problem with it, do you?" she hissed.
"NOT EVERYONE IS BLOODY PERFECT LIKE YOU, VIKKY!" he yelled, and she took a step back, as if slapped.
"I am NOT perfect! You don't know a THING about me, and don't you DARE pull your 'I'm the boy-who-lived, how can it get worse?' crap on me because it CAN get worse! I would KNOW!" she screamed at him in frustration, moving to brush past him, feeling his hand snake out and grab a hold of her arm. To both of their surprise, her other hand came up quickly and connected squarely with his face. He dropped his hand from her arm, touching his cheek gently, a look of shock on his face identical to the one that Vikky wore.
"Vikky, I just needed your help," he started, his cheek stinging horribly.
"You know, the world doesn't revolve around you like the rest of the wizarding world lets you believe Harry," Vikky shouted at him before she sprinted out of the library and up to her dorm.
"But my world revolves around you" he whispered at her disappearing form, gingerly brushing his fingertips over his cheeks and cringing.
A/N: Well, that last chunk starting with the wolfsbane was all this started off as. Then I realized it was ridiculously short, so I decided to add so Halloween fun, since we just had it here!