Chapter reloaded to fix minor details. Details that were nicely criticized in the review by Team Graecisso. Note: Belle was changed to Jen. Are ya happy now? I had no intention of there being any reference to Bellatrix, ok? I happen to love the name Isabella, thats my cousins name, and they have shortened it to Belle. OK? And the rating may go up later ...depending on the feedback...You at rest now?
Stupid Kids.
A (sort of) romantic fan fiction by Padfoot,
Inspired by her friends.
Friends who have a thing for each other.
An obvious thing for each other.
Friends whom I hope will read this
And get the subtle hinting.
I'll start off by recommending a little something for you to read.
Go read Shot of Chaos and Quest of Vengeance by Team Graecisso. You haven't lived until you do. Oh, and Hermione's Heart too. The Gamma is a good writer, you know.. :sees Scott reading: But not as good as The Omega. Oh. Yeah. Scott's Definitely the best writer. insert praise about SoC and QoV Oh, and say you're a padfoot recruit. It, for some unknown reason, gets him to update faster. :winks:. PLEASE DO YOURSELF THE FAVOUR AND GO FIND SHOT OF CHAOS ON !
Disclaimer: I don't need a disclaimer because I do own Harry Potter and all things related to him. My name is J.K Rowling and I'm revolting against scholastic and putting up an "off-scene" type thing on this site. . . .
... No, I'm NOT J.K Rowling. If I was, I wouldn't be wasting my life here. I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. Just the plot of this story. So all you evil land sharks, go pick on someone who's actually doing something illegal... Hey, I know a few.
A/Ns:
Dedication: To Kate. The person who complains when it's not only dedicated to her. Kidding! Don't kill me... To Kate: The person who needs a romantic fan fiction to live.
Please excuse any typos. They are Word's fault! NOT MINE! Forgive me. Don't bother saying in a review that I have a few minor spelling/grammar errors. I know.
Many things went into this fan fiction. Mostly random quotes from shows, songs, or my life.
There was also a fanfic by Draco664 that influenced this. If you haven't read it, I suggest..no.. URGE you to do so now, even if it means not reading mine. That's how good it is. Honestly, Im in awe of the talent. Im talking about one story: Apprentice Potter, but Snape's Worst Nightmare is hilarious, and The best kind of betrayal is AWESOME and so is it's sequel. But read apprentice potter now. Its everything I wish I could write.
MINI CHARACTER GUIDE:
Name/Nickname: Roxy/ Roxy Ann Miller-or Hunter-she can use either.
Persona: Conflicting character. Spunky, bright, and sometimes psycho, but can also be dark, secretive, and manipulative.
inspired but not completely: No one in particular, really. She turned out a bit like my bud Aimee (hi aims!) though.
Name/Nickname: Malachai Leon/Chai
Persona: A bit more serious, "mature" sense of humour, logical, good debater, manipulative, brave, and quite witty.
inspired but not completely: He'll be delighted/horrified? to know: Scott.
Name/Nickname: Alexandra Volpe/ Alex/Lex/Zandra/Zan
Persona: Brainy. Quite like Hermione, actually. Like a Remus/Lily/'Mione mix. Annoyingly polite. Sytherin-y? Hells no.
inspired by, but not completely: Kate.
ask me about addition attributes if you want.
You'll never bleed again
in dreamy California scenes
Where the bad guys meet their destiny
and the good guy gets the girl by the sunny sea...
–ludo.
Summary:
There are three OC's in this fic. That would be Roxy, Malachai, and Alexandra. Yes, they are based on real people, well, one of them isn't, the others will take on the characteristics of those who will probably be the first two OR THREE. people to read this. They go into the magical world in a rather un-creative way, but manage to start a mission at hogwarts, anyway. UPDATE: The story seems to be going in a new direction. Don't get mad at me. I'm just the author. So, let's add a bit to the summary: Yes, they start a mission, but will their own feelings get in the way? And even if they don't, what's there to hold their friendship together? Will the golden trio, in a strange turn of events, wind up being the ones on this mission?
So.. Without further ado, I give you... STUPID KIDS!
Roxy Ann Miller(f-Hunter) picked up the phone so the agitating noise it was making would stop. She looked at the caller i.d. Leon, Lucifer. Ah. She thought absently. About time.
"Hey, Chai." (A/N: pronounced Kie)
"Rox? You got caller i.d.?"
"No, I'm psychic."
"I thought your gramma was against caller i.d." Malachai pursued.
Giving up, Roxy sighed. "That's until she got Aunt Mary and Aunt Penny mixed up. They're furious."
"I see. Interesting."
"MM. So why the call?"
"Well, I've just been reading some fan fiction."
"Harry Potter?"
"Naturally."
"Go on."
"There are so many different pairings. The most likely of them being Harry/Ginny and Ron/Hermione."
"Point being?"
"Well, that's what should happen, you know? And it's not. Their social lives are suffering from the war that's going on."
"And you propose we–?"
Roxy was interested. As dangerous and stupid as Malachai's plans were, they were really fun.
"That's just it. What are we gonna do? I mean, the chances of out letters getting to the esteemed author are slim as it is, and with–"
Roxy cut him off. "You can't be serious! THAT's you're plan?"
"Well? What else could we do? It's not like we could go influence them on our own."
That gave Roxy an idea. "Yeah. But what if we could?"
Chai snorted. "Go there? Uh-huh. IF we could, and we CAN'T, then we could play matchmakers."
"One sec."
"Kay."
Roxy hit the 'flash' button. She dialed the number of her friend Alexandra Volpe. It rang twice before,
"Hello. Alex Volpe of the Volpe residence, how may I help you?"
"O God, Zan, your mom's still making you say that?" Roxy laughed.
"Hmm, maybe your mom would like the idea, too."
This shut her up.
"Evil. Anyways, hod on a sec."
"Why, you on the other line?"
"How'd you know that?"
"I'm psychic. It's Chai isn't it?"
"Shut it."
Flash
"Hello? Chai?"
"Yeah?"
"Alex?"
"Here."
"Sweet. Look, Alex. Your Dad's just created that virtual reality thingy right?"
"The one where you get to be a part of your favourite book or show?"
"Book."
"Yeah. Still gotta few bugs, though. Plus, he's only programmed a few books into it. Mainly.. My favourites.."
"Can we use it?"
"What ever happened to going outside and using your imagination, I wonder."
"Come on, Alex!" Chai pleaded.
"We're in the age of technology!" Roxy pointed out.
"There's a metric tonne of easy-mac in my soul." Alex sighed, more to herself than the others.
"What?"
"Never mind."
"So? Can we use it?"
"Fiiine. What were you going to visit?"
"Harry Potter."
"Can I go?"
"We're on a top secret mission."
"Please?"
"Fine. But no mingling with Harry or Ron."
"Why not?"
"It would jeopardize the mission."
"How so?"
"They might like you. Like..REALLY like you."
"OH! I'm Flattered. Do you really think they would?"
"Good. Yeah, sure. Now, Chai, tell your mom you'll be at Alex's place. Alex, we'll meet you in your basement at 1300 hours. Mission is a go."
Roxy hung up.
"Don't you ever complain to me that Roxy uses no imagination." Malachai rolled his eyes.
"1300 hours. Really. See ya." Alex said.
"Over and out" Malachai laughed, leaving behind a seemingly more mature Alex.
"So, how does this work?" Malachai asked with interest.
"Don't ask me. Just put on the visor thing."
"Convenient there's three, eh?" Roxy said smilingly.
"Whooooah. It's like. . .FATE. . . or something."
"Yeah, Zan. Fate. Or the fact that one was a prototype, one was the real thing, and one was a duplicate for a test run." Malachai pointed out.
"Fine. Have it your way."
"Shut up, the both of you! Put on the visor do-hickey-ma-bob and let's get going!"
They did so, and Roxy, in a most immature fashion, decided to (poorly) mimic astronauts.
"Lieutenant Zandra, How goes the automated crash safety system check?"
"The what?"
"LIEUTENANT ZANDRA! We are space pioneers! Our very lives are at stake, and you tell me you didn't do a manual check on the automated crash safety system? DISGRACE! Explain your antics, lieutenant."
"Uhh..Malachai volunteered his services before I had the chance to, sir.. Ahh, ma'am. So it's his job."
"IS THAT SO? Well, I trust Malachai did his job, yes?"
"Wha– Oh, yes. Commander Miller, all systems are a go."
"Well, than, in that case... Malachai, you have been promoted to... Prime Advisor to Commander Miller, as well as guardian of PRIVATE Zandra."
"But... You said I was lieuten–"
"You've been debunked. Demoted. You lack in rank. Low status. Capiche?"
"Fine. Can we get a move on?"
"ALEX! GET IN THE SPIRIT! Firstly, address your superiors in the proper manner. Secondly, you can't rush these things."
"Wait a sec..." Malachai said, "Wont't we get thrown into some part of book 5? We already know the outcome of that. Won't it be like walking into..into.. Into a pensieve?"
"No, Daddy's a genius. He–"
"Is superior to all us non-smart people?" Roxy teased.
"HE HAS found a way to..er...kind of..meld the books together, and when we go in there, it'll be like..our idea of the sixth year. Dunno how he did it. Virtual reality..it's a cornucopia of disturbing concepts. I find it intriguing. It defies the laws of–"
"Malachai, dear fellow, let's go."
"Yes, let's.." Malachai agreed. He pushed a pink button. (Why it was pink, I'll never know. I think the Mrs. said it needed a feminine touch.)
Roxy would have yelled at her best friend, but was too busy gaping at the room she was in.
"Are we in–"
"The girls dorms? Yea, Rox. I think we are."
"Ohh..." Malachai said with disappointment.
"What's wrong with you?" Alex asked, glancing at her best friend.
"The one time I get into the girls dorms without sneaking in, and there aren't any girls!" He whined.
Roxy whacked him. "And when do you go into the girls dorms? Apart from sitting at our window gawking at Jen."
"Uh... Did I say I went in other girl's dorms? Because if I did, I must have been–"
Insanely girly giggling interrupted Malachai, saving him from making a pitifully lame excuse. "Voices? Someone's coming up the stairs!"
"Aw..Aw crap." Roxy muttered. "Hide, you morons!"
They scrambled to find cover, but to no avail. Fortunately, whoever was making the ridiculous noise that gave meaning to the word "girly", turned into another room.
When Roxy deemed the coast clear, they made their way out to a winding staircase that appeared exactly how it was described in the book. And no Hogwart's girls staircase would be complete without an anti-boy system. As soon as Malachai set a foot onto the stone steps, they flattened out, sending him face first to the next floor down.
"Who's trying to get up there this time? If that's you, Sea– Oh my goodness!" Someone with bushy brown hair came zooming around the corner. She spotted the newcomers, and turned right around to report them.
Roxy, from expertise on the books, knew that face. Nervous anticipation. She was about to confront a teacher. Or Viktor Krum, but the latter seemed unlikely.
"Hermione! Wait! We come in peace." Roxy said, changing from astronaut to alien. "We're here to help."
The brunette turned slowly. "Who are you?" she asked.
"I? Who! AM! I? Where have you been? I am–"
"No one of importance." Roxy cut Malachai off.
"I happen to come from a long line of–"
"Nutters." Roxy finished.
"Would you let me get a word in edgewise? My family members aren't crazy!"
"Oh, please." Roxy dismissed the statement with a roll of her eyes. "You're sister has an imaginary boyfriend–"
"That's 'cause the only guy crazy enough to date her doesn't exist."
"FINE. What about your paranoid-schizophrenic cousin Mellie?"
"That's just one."
"Your Uncle Patti with the all-knowing-kilt? Explain THAT one away."
"It WAS all knowing! Once it predicted– hey... how'd you know about that?"
"A trench-coat clad chipmunk told me."
"I'm Alex. The two kids here with A.D.D are Roxy and Malachai. You, obviously, are Hermione Granger. Don't ask how we know, unless you believe in alternate universes, virtual reality, and arsonist leprechauns."
"But what are you–"
"Doing here? Top secret mission. We've received information that a few of the Gyrffindors are in need of assistance."
Hermione studied them. "You are aware that there's a bloody war going on, yes?"
"Yup."
"And that the main target of the enemy could be in this building?"
"Potter? Well, duh. He goes here, right?"
"That's not the point. You could be death eaters." Hermione stated.
Roxy burst into laughter. "US?" she snorted. "Yes, you've caught us. We fancy parading around in Dark Idiot costumes following an egotistical hypocritical snake face who's out for the blood of the now-grown-up-one-year-old that thwarted his highness, the lord high pinhead himself, the first time around? Against Dumbledore, no less. Honestly, the fool. What d'you take us for? No, Volders is an idiot. The day I join the dark side is the day Voldemort joins the light side. Ha. That was a bit contradictory, wasn't it?" Roxy trailed off after her nicely put verbal bashing of the Master of Idiocy.
Hermione was taken aback.
"That's right. We're on the Light side. We're here because.." Roxy paused to take on her laid-back hippie voice. "War is killin' the youth."
"It's bringin' us all down, maaaan." agreed Maachai in his cheesy rip-off hippie voice.
"Honestly."Alex mumbled.
"FIGHT THE POWER" Roxy continued in the same tone. "Hippie Jam Fest 2005! Beee there."
"I still think I should take you to the headmaster." Hermione interjected, trying to bring the freaky new kids back to earth.
"Let's go." Roxy said, sticking out her arm. When no one took it, she shrugged and skipped past them. "Weeeeee're... Off to see the wizard...the wonderful wizard of oz!"
"Do you know... she's not usually like this." Alex was telling Hermione on the way to the common room. "Only when she meets someone she likes. You are lucky, too. She normally hates people. And when you're on her hit list, it's not fun."
"Oi! 'Mione! Who was trying to get up there? Tell me it was Seamus! Even if it wasn't! I've got good money saying its him!" a lanky red head shouted.
"No, Hermione. It was Dean, right? Parvati just went up, after all."
The three muggles stood unnoticed.
"You've been betting on...boys...such morons... Did any of you guess Neville?"
"WHAT? You can't be serious!" half the room chorused.
"Did any of you bet on him?" Hermione reiterated.
"No, because we didn't–" that same red head started.
"Congratulations, Neville," Hermione said, turning to someone on the back, "You are the only boy in the whole of Gryffindor to retain any dignity."
Neville smiled weakly. Roxy vaguely wondered if going that red was a medical condition.
"Oh. Well, who was it?"
"Try Roxy, Malachai, and Alex."
"Who?"
"Me."
"Me."
"And Moi."
Ron, Harry, and the other D.A. Members in the room jumped up, their wands in hand.
"Hermione." Harry said, teeth gritted. "Are they cleared?"
"Yes, Harry. Honestly, do you think I'd let someone who I thought to be a Death Eater into a room that I know you're in?"
"It could be a trick." Harry suggested.
"Okay, fine. They just cleverly insulted V-Voldemort and more. They're on our side. I have to take them to Dumbledore's office, though. To be sure."
"So... can we go? We have work to do!"
Hermione and Alex looked at Roxy. They both wondered what the work could be.
Hermione shrugged and motioned for the standing wand holders to sit. She led them out of the room.
The muggles stared around in wonder. They had always wanted to walk these halls. The movie didn't do the castle justice at all. So grand...imposing...magical. Jaw-dropping. They came to the gargoyles.
"Fainting Fancies." Hermione said.
"Wouldn't fainting fancies be useless if teachers were aware of them?" Alex asked.
"Yeah. But the massive population of students haven't figured that out. Plus, there are mystery ones in every box. The teachers don't know about that bit. It's only a matter of time, though."
Dumbledore looked up. "Come in." He said to whoever was knocking. When he saw Hermione enter, he was confused. She never bothered him with trivial problems, and he wasn't aware of any chaos within the grounds.
"Professor," Hermione called. "Professor, we have some guests. I checked them out. All seems to be in order, but I thought you would want to..er... double check?"
"Thank you, Hermione. I do indeed want to question them."
"I'll– er– I'll leave you to it then." She said uncomfortably. She still could not talk to her headmaster in a formal way. It was just unheard of in her book. She turned and giving a warm smile to the trio, she left.
"Professor Dumbledore." Malachai, the ultimate schmoozer, bowed. "I am Malachai Leon. Allow me to introduce my two lovely lady friends, Alex Volpe, and Roxy Miller." Each of the girls curtsied when their names were announced. Dumbledore nodded at them.
"With all due respect, young ones, What brings you to our esteemed school?"
"If you can believe it," Roxy said, all frivolousness gone from her voice, "We are from what Alex so cleverly puts as an 'Alternate Universe.' In our world, the story of Harry Potter is just that; a story. We know about Voldemort, the war...even the..the prophecy." She waited for him to inquire about it, but all he could give her was an incredulous look.
"That is," Alex pointed out, "If it's the same as it is in the book. But I think that's a given, seeing as absolutely everything so far is how the book tells it."
The Headmaster was stunned.
"So, to answer your earlier query, we have come to bring fun and romance into the lives of the Gryffindors, and if we can, the rest of the school as well."
Dumbledore nodded. "It would be much appreciated in this time of sadness. I'm happy to admit that Fred and George Weasley have brought laughter to the world, but it is not enough. So, Hermione trusts you?"
"Not at first she didn't. But after we talked about the All-High-Dark-Moron-Voldie and his shortsighted lackies, we obviously gained her trust."
"And when she says obviously, she means that it's clear that she trusts us, or else Harry and HIS lackies would have hexed us into oblivion." Alex told him.
"Hermione stopped them." Malachai added.
The ancient man absorbed this news.
"We'll be here for as long as we can. It depends on the time here/time home ratio. So...Where can we stay?"
"CHAI! YOU INTRUSIVE BRUTE!" screeched Alex. "Rox?" She looked at the girl.
"With pleasure." Roxy nodded, and turned to Malachai. She slapped him upside the head. "Professor, what he means is, CAN we stay, PLEASE?"
The old man laughed. He studied this new trio. The boy, like the girls, looked about 16. He had short black hair with crystal blue eyes and was of an athletic build. The first girl, Alex, had red brown hair, and only on the phone would you think she was quiet, for her purple-ish eyes spoke volumes. The third in this rather odd group, was perhaps the most peculiar. She had green- blue eyes that held secrets. Yes, it seemed that this girl, Roxy, was all smiles. But she had something hidden deep inside her that Dumbledore could tell she wanted to share, but couldn't find anyone to disclose this...secret to. Her hair was a shade of purple that Tonks would be proud of. "Of course." he told them.
"THANK YOU!" They chorused.
"Can we be sorted? It's just that I was once so addicted to these selectors–" Malachai broke off at the look on Roxy's face. (A/N: Look how many references to you there are! Yes, you were the inspiration for Malachai. You know who you are.)
"I..suppose.." Dumbledore said, removing the hat from it's place.
He held it out. Malachai gently took it, but jammed it on his head in a not-so-gentle way.
A muggle? The hat said in his ear.
This is SO COOL! Yeah. I'm a muggle. What's it to you?
So rude. I'm a school sorter, Mr. Muggle. I don't usually sort or talk to someone with no magical powers.
Whatever. Just sort me.
Pushy things, muggles.
Do your job.
"Hurry on with it!"
Interesting.
What?
You have potential to be in Slytherin, but your ideals...They are Gryffindor. (A/N: ANOTHER REFERENCE!) You could also give those Ravenclaws a run for their money.
Is that so?
Yes...
So? Let's get a move on.
You're brave to speak to me like that.
You're a hat.
A sorting Hat.
So we've heard. Fine, a SORTING HAT. What could you do?
You forget, I can see the house you dread going to.
You don't scare me.
Okay. Huffle–
NO! NO! Wait! I...You..you are brilliant! Awesome! The best!
I'll say "GRYFFINDOR!" Just to shut you up.
Thanks.
"Oh! Yes! I! SO! Told! You!" Roxy bragged. She took the hat next.
Very Interesting.
What?
You have nearly the same mind as him.
Is that so?
The hat sighed. Yes.
So. . . I take that to mean Gryffindor?
Your powers of deduction are staggering.
Was that sarcasm?
I am but a hat.
A sorting hat.
There may be hope for you yet.
What?
Maybe not. "Gryffindor!"
Sweet.
She passed the hat on to Alex. She shyly grasped the old hat.
Well, well.
What? No disrespectful remarks?
... What? No! Never! Why would– oh. Oh, no. I'm sorry, what did those two say to you? Oh, they are an awful bunch. I apologize. They will be scholded, don't you worry.
The hat chuckled.
You three are friends?
The very best. Alex thought cheerily. Why?
Opposites attract, I suppose.
What? We're every bit dissimilar? No, it would seem that way, but just because we think a different way doesn't mean we'll not reach the same conclusion.
Very wise, from one so young.
I try.
You are a Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw mix.
Am I?
Yes, but more of a "Ravenclaw!"
The headmaster watched with a sad sort of glee. He wished the innocence of the three standing in front of him could be shared by everyone. They were a happy bunch, fun to watch, but in this war torn world, one could only wish it were that simple.
"Is it. . .ok if I stay with the Gryffindors, Professor?"
He smiled. "You are not officially a student, so it is not against the rules."
"Thank you. We'll be seeing you, then."
The headmaster inclined his head.
"Good." Roxy said in a dreamy voice. She snapped out of it."Right. Chai, we have a situation to assess. As soon as there is no chance of the students in question overhearing, you will be given your instructions. AND! ABOUT FACE!" She turned and started to march in place. She was chanting "LEFT! LEFT! LEFT! RIGHT! LEFT!". She began to sing the tune of the United States Marine Corp.
"Excuse her, Headmaster." Alex shook her head in embarrassment.
They left the room, following Roxy to the portrait of the Fat Lady. On the way, they would have met Draco Malfoy, but he turned left before they saw him. This was because he suddenly remembered that he had an appointment with some innocent third year Hufflepuff's. He remembered this because in a world where this was just a story, the author was too lazy to write a muggle trio/malfoy gang confrontation. Unfortunately, the author was saved no energy, because
1: she typed out the explanation for no confrontation anyway, which led to 2: readers throwing large spikey rusty metal (ouch) objects at her.
"Lovely lady." Malachai bowed to the portrait. "Your magnificent beauty baffles me. Shall I compare thee to a Summer's Day?–oof! Rox! You've ruined the poem!"
"I am truly sorry about that. I'm sure it would have been a lovely poem, but, fair Lady, we have much work to do, and nearly no time to do it. But, I promise, you can have him when we're done." Roxy interrupted. She then remembered that she needed the password. "Fribble."she added.
The now furiously scarlet portrait giggled. "It's as if Potter and Black have come back."
She sniffled as she swung open.
The 'muggle' trio met the 'golden' trio.
"We're in Gryffindor now! Well, Alex is in Ravenclaw, but we're not really students, so whatever." Roxy announced.
"We were never properly introduced, you know." Alex said lightly.
The each shook hands as they said their own names. Though Harry was anticipating it, no one even glanced up at his scar. He liked them already.
"Are you a metamorphmagus?" Ron blurted out.
Roxy laughed. "No, why?"
"Because he's got a brain of a two year old. You know how a two year old may hear 'a giant tornado is coming to destroy the town ' and think it was a giant tomato that was going to roll around town destroying everything? Well, Ron, here, sees purple hair, and immediately makes the connection to Nymphadora Tonks. She's the only one with oddly coloured hair that we ever see, and the only metamorphmagus that we know." Someone from the stairwell said. She was introduced as Ginny Weasley. Alex found it very amusing that Malachai could not keep his eyes off of Gin. Roxy was not too happy. This could mess everything up! But luckily, no one else noticed.
After about an hour of laugh-filled conversation, Roxy asked the thing that had been on her mind for awhile. "Where's the room of requirement?
Harry told her how to get there, but wanted to know why.
"Er...Confidential." Alex said. "You will find out soon enough. You're going to love it." she persisted when she saw his curious look. Then Roxy gave her a curious look, as Alex had no idea what she was talking about.
In ten minutes, Roxy was pacing around the "some-and-go-room" as her friends avidly watched. Alex wanted to know what was running through the mind of the psycho teenage girl. Malachai, who knew what was going on, waited in eager anticipation; the matchmaking skills of Roxy Ann Miller-Hunter was legendary. It was imperative that she was not interrupted.
She turned, studied the other girl, and nodded. "Perfect." she murmured.
"I have decided to..to include you, Alex, in the mission."
"REALLY? OH MY GOSH! Oh, Rox, that's so sweet!"
In truth, the sudden change in mind was not because Roxy was a big softie, but because it was plain that Zan was the ticket to Hermione. But she could use Alex's reaction to her advantage.
"That is," Roxy continued, "if you agree that you owe me one."
"Of course!"
"A BIG one."
Alex nodded her head fervently.
She may be a Ravenclaw, Roxy thought, but she needs a hell of a lot more Slytherin to spot manipulation.
Roxy grinned.
"Alright. Mission objective: To get these stupid kids to have fun and realize their obvious love for each other. Chai..stop making it so clear that you like Ginny. If Ron gets wind of that, many things will happen: ONE: you will be magically and physically beaten to a pulp. TWO: It may mess up our Harry/Ginny goal, and THREE: You and Ron won't become mates, and that's an essential element. Don't you dare interrupt me, I'm on a roll." she added, as Malachai opened his mouth to deny any budding love for the youngest Weasley. "Now, Lex, you go on and get really close to 'Mione. You know, girl talk and all that jazz that I'm not good at. You two are a lot alike, so I see no difficulties there. Get on her side about S.P.E.W. that'd be grand. That leaves..Harry and Gin." Roxy paused to think. "Leave them to me." she said with a smirk.
Alex raised her hand shyly. "Roxy. . ." she said slowly, as if unsure of what she was asking. "Is this.. You know...right? Manipulating them into liking one another?
Roxy surveyed Alex with a grimace. "You and your morals." she muttered.
All the while thinking..Did she just spot a manipulative scheme? Watch out for that one.
"Look, it's not as if I'm a cold, heartless dark overlord who wants control of the universe...well, maybe that last bit...But, yeah, I do have SOME conscience. And yes, I know it's right. Let me ask you: Do they already like like each other?" Roxy glared.
"Yeah.."
"So.. We're nudging them along the right path is all."
"But–"
"But? BUT? No buts! You know they love each other, they just don't realize it yet. We'll help them realize. If you don't want to, fine. You can leave. That's the mission. You could be obliviated as well, you know.."
Alex gave in. There was no arguing Roxy.
"Anything else?" she said cheerily.
"What's the back up plan?" Malachai inquired.
"Back up plan? I laugh in your gen-er-al direction, sir. These are preoccupied wizards, mate. No way are they going to catch on."
"You always criticize me for not having a back up plan, and now you can't think of one?"
"No one needs to know of plan B unless we get to that point." Roxy said darkly.
Alex looked worried, while Malachai looked skeptical. "Something could go wrong. As I AM irresistible, Ginny may fall for me. What with my charm, good looks, talent, ingen– "
Roxy rolled her eyes. "If she gets that close to you, she'll find that you already have a love with whom you spend all of time."
"What? Do I really? Who's that?" he asked curiously. He wondered if she was going to say 'Jen'. That would be thoroughly disconcerting. She's pretty, yea, but she has, in the words of a certain student, the emotional rang of a teaspoon. And is probably about as funny as one.
"Your ego."
Oh. He thought. THAT.
"With one that size," she continued, "it is quite easy to see that there's room for no one else."
Roxy grinned, knowing it wasn't as bad as she made it out to be.
With all that needed to be said said, they left the room. As they were going back to their..no! .the.. Common room (mustn't get to attached now), Malfoy was once again side-tracked, so he did not meet them.
(A/N: "Come on, you stupid author. I want to do some muggle bashing!" "Draco, Draco. Patience is a virtue." "Not a very useful one." "Touche, but unfortunately for you, it's a virtue you must learn. I promise to include you later." "Good, you impure git." "Okay, I'm promising that it'll embarrass your ferret-y face so much that– uh, back to the story, folks.")
But they did meet some one else of interest. A slytherin interest?
"Oy! Who the bloody hell are you? And–" the person stopped, catching sight of Roxy.
"I was going to ask you the same question." Roxy regarded the g– person with interest, while Alex looked disgusted.
"I am ..."
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