Summary- It's Harry's sixth year and he's in denial about the horror of the last. Confused and a little...off he decides to get back together with Cho. (gag) Yet, his friends don't seem to notice plauged with their own troubles. Not to mention a mysterious stalker hanging about with an odd obsession with mashed potatoes...

I don't want to spoil any of the future hook ups so please just Enjoy the story...

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter but if I did...I would be rich

Author's note- This is the longest chapter so far. Thanks for the reviews. Enjoy..

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The sun was high in the sky and the warm freeze of the fleeting summer felt nice against his skin. Ron had been laying here alone for a while now escaping his seemingly endless classes and pondering a certain person. Astara was her name his dream girl he thought it was magnificently beautiful as she was a perfect name for a goddess. Forbidden fruit ripe for the plucking oh he was feeling good a bit naughty but good. Not even her last name could bring him down now. It was a definite shock to find out who she really unexpectedly on his way to Divination class.

The class had just got out as Ron turned the corner. He had lost track of time frolicking aimlessly through the flowers. Harry hurried past him not noticing the red head at all.

"Hey Ron! Did you get the homework? She made the assignment disappear before I could jot it down." Neville asked trying to free a hand from a pile of books.

"I didn't get to class? Didn't anyone notice?"

"Sorry I didn't not...." Before Neville could finish he lost his balance knocking him and Ron to the on man watch out next time." Ron barley got out before his goddess came strutting down the hall.

She was as entrancing as ever her mysterious wind blowing other students papers all over the hall.

"Beautiful." Ron whispered as she stopped beside Neville.

"You should be more careful you could have gotten hurt." Her voice slithering around Ron making him smile in delight. She gave him a little smile and walked into Divinations.

"She smiled at me?!"

"Oh, do you know Astara?"

"Uh...No not really."

"Oh, she's really nice I'm proud to have her attending Hogwarts with me. All the Longbottom's go here and it's cool to have two at once."

Ron's jaw dropped staring at Neville in disbelief. His goddess was a Longbottom?

"Yeah, I know she doesn't seem like me huh? She's all graceful and smart and stuff. She's like my second cousin and she's staying with my grandma and I."

Ron held onto the wall trying to put everything together when a wave of relief washed over him. He smiled devilishly and put his arm around Neville's shoulders. He held back his giddy laughter and resurrected a calm voice.

"So, you think you could formally introduce me late?"

"Sure, she loves making new friends."

"Good. Good. Bwhahaha."

"What was that?"

"Nothing...I got something in my throat."

Ron let a whirlwind of leaves brush past him then decided to actually attend his potions class. He needed to get a little of quality time with his new best friend Neville.

The potions class was pretty much full when he took his seat by Neville not surprised he was sitting alone. After all he was the worst student in the class. Hermione glanced back at her friend who would rather take a seat with a health risk than her.

I hate you Ronald Weasley.

Hermione hit her head on the table not noticing the seat beside her being filled. She glanced up to find none other than Draco Malfoy glaring back at her.

"My life sucks."

"Suck it up Granger all the other seats are taken."

"Slytherins can't sit with Gryfindors."

"Tell that to Melany and Geoffrey."

Hermione looked over at the Slytherin side witnessing the blossoming inter-house relationship. She noticed Harry all chummy with Seamus and her stomach started turning in knots. Her self pity was interrupted though by the door flying open revealing the potions master Severus Snape in a red beret. He seemed to glide weightlessly across the floor while cheesy old romantic music played and little birdie flew all around him.

"Where is that music coming from?" Harry whispered looking for a radio or something.

"It's the music of LOVE Harry! Real undeniable love."

The birds chirped in agreement landing softly on Professor Snape's desk. The class was in total awe...undeniable fear and awe.

"I thought we could recite poetry today! Wouldn't that be nicer than boring old potions stuff."

Harry cringed at the thought of poetry flash backs of the stalker letter kept running through his mind. He raised his eyebrow...suddenly suspicions of his overly creepy potions professor. He could be pedofile material...defiantly.

"Does anyone have a poem to start off? No? Oh well, I happen to have one."

One of his birds drops a piece of parchment into his hands.

"Let's see..."

Roses are red,

violets are blue,

my heart is yours

won't you give me yours too?

Harry's suspicions seemed to be multiplying by the second as Snape became the leading suspect. He should have known that crazy chap would pull something like this.

"Well? CLAP YOU BLOODY FOOLS!"

The class broke out into applause as he bowed shamelessly.

"I want everyone to write a poem about someone you love! Now!"

Ten minutes later...

"Go on! We're waiting Neville!"

"Uh...okay...My poems called Trevor."

You're green and sweet

and you like eating meat

which is odd

even when you don't like cod

despite all of that

I'm happy not to have a cat

because you look cool in a hat

"That was just so beautiful Neville! Twelve gold stars!"

Neville smiled happy with himself. Though he didn't know what gold stars were he assumed they were good.

"Draco your next. Make me proud!"

"My poems called Secret love."

Hermione grinned knowing full well that the poem was about their defense against the dark arts teacher. Considering she had seen a letter that Draco had written confessing his love for him. She had to use this to her advantage soon.

Eyes of truth stare me down from afar.

Forcing me to strive for the goodness I was meant to destroy.

It's more than lust and sometimes hurts

I wouldn't trade it anywhere

Always and forever will it be my curse

You've never really looked my way and really seen

I can't help but see you shining as you do

I won't give you up

I'll just look

The class voluntarily begun clapping finding the poem actually good. Draco walked back no visible emotion on his face.

"That was terrible! You call that a poem the end didn't even rhyme..gees Draco. Ron come on and read your little failure."

"My poem's entitled Goddess."

She moves like the wind

Weaving through the trees

Pushing the darkness aside

Exposing the light of purity that resides in her heart

Her eyes pools of starlight filling me with meaning

Her body with curves of woman

Awakening every ache and desire within

Us together as one swaying back and forth in ecstasy

Feeling her warm throbbing...

"Alright! That...a that's enough."

"Whoa, Weasley's a pervert." Draco whispered.

"Shut up Draco."

"I guess I see why you want him so bad. Heh."

"I'm not finished my poem!" Ron whined being hushed back to his seat.

"Maybe I should have added a pg warning.."

"Ok Hermione come on up."

"My poems entitled I hate you, stupid dirty little whore."

How dare you barge into my life and take what's mine

You walk ignorantly down th halls gathering the souls of your prey

what's your deal?

He's mine

He's hers

You're ugly and dumb

but you're kinda thin and pretend to be something your not

We all hate you but you have no idea

Poor boys at your feet unaware of your true disgusting self

Tricked too easily to provide any way to prove their intellect

I hate you.

Stupid dirty little whore

Snape gave her a standing ovation proud of her hate and anger though it wasn't exactly the assignment.

"The best work you've done all year. Let those hateful emotions out!" He wipes a tear from his eye signaling for the last reader to come up.

Harry walks to the from of the room glaring suspiciously at Snape who doesn't really notice feeding his birdies.

"My poem's called Save me."

I haven't met you or maybe I have

My chosen one

My soul mate

My one and only love

Others have brushed against my heart but you have yet to try

I wish you would come up and say hi

Unless you like mashes potatoes

I HATE mashed potatoes

Please save me

"Just terrible as I expected. Oh look the bell better scurry off children."

"I thought Harry was with Cho."

"He is." Hermione replied packing her bag.

"That was a pretty weird poem for someone with a girlfriend already."

"Whatever Draco I wasn't paying attention. I have to find out what's with Ron okay."

Draco glances at Harry making sure to stick close to Seamus.

"Now down to business Draco. We are gonna make a little deal..."

Neville approached Harry gripping a piece of parchment.

"Ahem... Ronald Weasley here forth does not require your help in retrieving his goddess. He also asks that you return his self composer pen and wished you the best." Neville smiles and walks out of the room to meet Ron.

"What was that about?"

"I think Ron and I aren't best friends anymore."