These characters aren't mine, sadly, and I make no profit from (insert story the particular fic of mine you are reading is based on here). I cry out to the stars, "If only, if only."

By the by, watch out, a few of the characters may be ooc. (out of character for those of you who don't know what that stands for.)

Chapter 8: First Meeting

Harry was running through the halls at breakneck speed. Ron had left him at the House table, muttering about the fact that Cho wasn't at Hogwarts (she'd graduated last year) and how much he missed her. Harry turned a corner—and abruptly ran into someone. He lost his glasses and his bag. He got down on his knees to search for both items.

"I'm so sorry," the other person said. It was a girl; he could tell by the voice. She was probably a couple years below him. "You don't see my glasses, do you?"

"Actually I'm looking for my own," he replied with a smile, forgetting he was going to be late to Divinations.

"I found a pair," they both said simultaneously. Harry shoved the pair he'd found on his nose at the same time the girl did. Both pair of glasses had the same prescription, but it was quite obvious that they had each other's frames. So they switched glasses.

The girl mustn't have had a bag; her books were scattered on the floor. "Let me help," Harry said, picking up books.

"Thanks Harry," she replied. It wasn't a surprise that she knew his name. After all, everyone had heard of him. "My name's Deena," she introduced herself.

Harry figured she was probably a Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw due to the fact that she was so sweet. And for one of the first times he could remember, his new acquaintance wasn't gawking at his scar. She hadn't even glanced at it. As he handed over her books, he caught a glimpse of her House badge.

Even though he'd only caught a glance, he knew it was Slytherin. How could someone this sweet be Slytherin? Maybe it was one of Malfoy's sick jokes.

"What Year are you?" he found himself asking.

"Seventh. Don't worry, you shouldn't know me. This is my first year. I'm supposed to have a tutor to help me catch up," Deena replied. "Um...do you think you could help me find Divinations? I'm terribly lost."

"It's back that way. You've passed it," Harry told her. Then he realized something. "Oh no, we're late." He grabbed his bag off the floor and began running again, Deena on his heels. They go to the classroom and Deena quietly shut the door behind them. There was a girl sitting next to Ron (who was blushing profusely), so Harry was forced to take the empty table, which he would have to share with Deena.

"You're late," Professor Trelawney remarked, "as I had seen you would be."

"It's all my fault," Deena said, sitting down next to Harry. "I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and I ran into Harry, my books and glasses went flying, it was a huge mess, but Harry helped me pick it up, which made him late, otherwise he'd have been here on time. I'm really sorry Professor."

Moments later, Professor Trelawney was teaching something Harry would never remember because he was falling asleep. It was always unusually hot in this classroom, even in the middle of winter. It was due to the fact that Professor Trelawney had an enormous fire roaring at all times. He looked over at Deena. Her eyes were barely open a slit. Suddenly, those blue eyes closed and she fell over towards him. She ended up with her head resting on his shoulder, her body leaning against his for support. Her blonde hair spilled across his back, a soft, gentle, almost tickling sensation. Her glasses had slid down her nose and were close to falling off. Harry didn't want to move and wake her up; Deena would think he was a jerk. He didn't mind anyway. He actually liked it.

The minutes ticked away without him realizing it and class ended much too soon. "Deena," he whispered. "Class is over." She awoke with a yawn and slowly sat back up. She gathered her things and got to her feet.

"Who are you?" Ron inquired, examining Deena up and down.

"Deena MacDonald. You must be Ron Weasley," she answered with a smile.

"How do you know who I am?" he asked, his jaw dropping.

"That's sad and pathetic. You two don't know?" Deena asked skeptically.

"Know what?" Harry responded.

"You know, the J. K. Rowling books? They're all about you," Deena told them. They stared at her in shock. "You're going to be late for your next class if you keep staring at me like that."

"Free time," Ron replied. "No class."

"Good. Then you can take me to the library to meet my tutor," she replied.

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"...and this one...this one too," Hermione rambled, pulling books off the library shelves and adding them to a stack on the table.

"Hermione? I need to be able to walk," Deena reminded her, looking at the tower of books Hermione said she should start with. It turned out that Hermoine was Deena's tutor and Hermoine wasn't as shocked about the J. K. Rowling books as the boys had been. Harry and Ron had yet to say a word since Deena had summarized six books in five minutes where all of the events in the book had actually happened to Harry and Ron. They had managed a few sounds, but other than that...

"...this one is a must..."

"Hermione! At this rate, I'll be reading for the next twenty years. That's enough for now," Deena said, putting her foot down.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to get carried away," Hermione apologized, grabbing two more books and adding them to the pile. "We really can't do much more until you read those, so I guess we're done for today."

"How long's it gonna take me to get through these?" Deena asked.

"Um...about...two days," Hermione said.

"Or not!" Deena contradicted, loading al the books into her arms. The pile of books hid her eyes and she couldn't see well when she left the library.

'CRASH!' Deena ran right into someone. Her books went flying.

"Deena!" Sue yelled, emerging from the pile of books unharmed. "Sorry about running into you. I thought it was a pile of books in the doorway to keep me out. I didn't recognize you!"

"Sue, don't tell me you've already been banned from the library," Deena said, picking up the books.

"Yup. They banned me an hour ago. That's why I thought you were"-

"A pile of books in the doorway to keep you out. I know, I know."

"I haven't seen you since yesterday. Did you miss me?" Sue asked.

"Every waking moment," Deena sarcastically replied. They chatted all the way to Slytherin House. Right in front of the portrait, Deena tried to get rid of Sue. 'CRASH!' someone had opened the portrait from inside and managed to hit Deena with it. Her books went flying once again, she was knocked to the floor, and her glasses were knocked askew. "That's the third time in one day!" she yelled, fixing her glasses and propping herself up on her elbows.

"Third time's a charm," the perpetrator drawled. Deena looked up to see Draco standing over her.

"I should've known," Deena mumbled. "You'd be the only one stupid enough to open a door without looking to see if anyone's in the way first!"

"Someone obviously got up on the wrong side of the bed," Draco remarked coolly.

"Forgive me for getting up on the right. Tomorrow, I'll get up on the left!" Deena snapped back.

"Are you upset?"

"What do you think?" Deena asked.

"I think you're upset," Draco remarked.

"What a smart little boy you are," Deena said, sarcastically sweet, picking up her books.

"Why would you be standing in front of the portrait anyway?" Draco snidely replied.

"Maybe I was going to walk through it!"

"If you were going to walk through it, you'd've been able to step back out of the way."

"Do you see all these books on the floor? Did it occur to you that I was carrying them?" Deena snapped, standing up with the load of books. "I was trying to get rid of Sue, if you don't mind."

"Sue's not here."

"What do you mean, she's not here?" Deena asked incredulously, peering around the books. She caught a glimpse of the Slytherin common room. Her eyes widened in terror and she almost lost her grip on the books. "SUE! STOP JUMPING ON THE COUCH! AND PUT THAT DOWN!"