By Serendipity
Author's Note: -sniffles- Sorry but I'm currently mourning the death of a good head of hair. You see -sniffles- this guy that I like had this really great hair and he...he...HE SHAVED HIS HEAD!!! -sniffles- But I'll survive. Anywho, I think this chapter is much better than the last one. Yup, yup. Oh and guess what! I'm giving you guys another chance to plot this story. So far Harry and Ginny are winning in the love triangle, but here's the new vote. The judge is getting Harry away from the Dursley's, should he live with: Sirius, Ron, or be put in a home? Voting is only for this chapter. After this chapter is posted I'll give you guys two days to cast your votes. After 48 hours the one with the most votes wins, and it goes into the next chapter.
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
She Said What?
Earlier this morning, I had the redheaded, vacant-expressioned kid moved into the same room as the messy haired kid. Not that it really matters; they're both going to be leaving this evening. After they were settled, I came in to check their stats.
"Hello, I am Dr. Khai! Do you remember me? I remember you!"
They both looked at me oddly. I'd tried to make small talk.
"Weasley, eh? Yes, we get a lot of them. Do you know Fred and George?"
"They're my brothers."
"Ah, yes, George came in just last week. Something about jumping out of his chemistry window? He was fine."
They were still looking at me oddly, and I was done checking their stats so I left and went into the next room where I found a stoned kid name Billy Beerbomb.
"Hello, I am Dr. Khai..."
I'm glad that I got moved into the same room with Harry. Dunno how I would survive without someone sane to talk to. Dr. Khai came in every two hours or so and he was annoying! Does he really think that we'd forget him so easily? But he was the least of our problems. Our TV only had three channels: The Food Network, The Disney Channel, and The Soap Opera Channel. First we tried The Food Network but it made us hungry and we had no food. Well, no edible food anyway. So we switched to The Disney Channel. After five hours of watching The Disney Channel, we came to one conclusion-Lizzie and Gordo should just hook up already!
And that was the highlight of our day until about three in the afternoon when Sirius came in. We told him about what happened and he was pissed.
"Well that's it, Harry, after the judge sees that tape, he'll have to let you stay with me," Sirius said brightly.
"He'll probably put me into a home," Harry replied. Harry has been really depressed since the incident. It's getting annoying really.
"If he won't let you live with Sirius, Mom and Dad will take you in for sure," I chimed in, hoping to raise his spirits.
"Yeah, guess they would," Harry said, and to my relief he seemed a lot happier.
Around four Hermione, Seamus, Dean, Neville, and Ginny came in. Hermione said that she brought our homework to my house so we'll be caught up when we go back to school tomorrow. Blast that girl. But still, it was kind of nice of her. I was glad to see Ginny sit by Harry; Harry even absentmindedly stroked her back. It's weird seeing them like that but I have to hand it to Harry; Ginny seemed absolutely lovey-dovey with him. Kind of worries me though.
We got checked out and sent home at five. Mom and Dad came and got us and we all went to this nice restaurant for dinner, though eating it was hard for Harry and I seeing as we were both in severe pain. We tried doing our homework when we got home, but we both received so many phone calls from worried people that Hermione did most of it for us. Percy even called from Harvard! He didn't talk long thank God, but I felt very pleased. Fred and George get injured all the time and he never calls to make sure that they're all right.
Later Harry and I were watching TV in the living room when our medication kicked in. I fell asleep on the couch.
It was still dark out when I woke up. I had been sleeping on the floor in Ron's living room. My back hurt, my wounds hurt, and my head was all foggy. Ron was sleeping on the couch and he seemed to be comfortable enough so I decided that it wouldn't hurt if I went into his room and slept there. With much difficulty, I managed to get up and walk out of the living room. Their hallway was dark and I wasn't really in a state of mind to be walking down a dark hallway. I stubbed my toe twice and cursed myself each time.
"Harry, are you okay?"
It was Ginny, she was poking her head out of her bedroom.
"Yeah, I was just..." I trailed off. Stupid medications. Then we stood in complete silence. "Ginny?"
"Yeah?"
"Wouldyoubemygirlfriend?"
It all came out as one word. I blame the medications.
"What?"
"Would you be my girlfriend?"
She was quiet for a really long time.
"Maybe."
Maybe? What kind of answer is maybe?
"I'll have to think about it, Harry."
And then she closed her door, leaving me there to stand stupidly in the dark hallway. I awoke several hours later to Ron cursing as he tried to find something to wear to school. He looked much better off than what I felt. We were both given "non drowsy" medication this morning and we both refused Wood's ride. Ron because he wanted fresh air, me because I didn't want to see Ginny. I told Ron about what she said the night before.
"Maybe!? What the hell did she mean by that?" he asked outraged.
"I dunno," I replied glumly.
"This isn't good. Maybe we should ask Hermione about it?" Ron suggested.
"Why should we get Hermione involved?"
"She already knows what we're doing, it might help us to have some girl insight here!" Ron reasoned.
I didn't know how Hermione knew of what we were doing and I didn't ask either because my head hurt and I didn't want to think anymore. We were nearly late for school. I walked into health just a mere few seconds before the bell rang.
"Ah, there you are, Potter! Feeling any better today?"
It was Lockhart. I had forgotten about him and my head began to hurt. I took my normal seat behind Draco who seemed displeased to have me back.
"What did I miss?" I asked him.
"Lockhart giving us The Talk and using Barbies as visuals," he replied throwing a disgusted stare at Lockhart whom was hauling in several boxes. "Wonder what shit he's got planned for us today.
Draco was soon answered when Lockhart pulled out a baby doll from one of the boxes. The baby started crying immediately.
"Parenthood," started Lockhart, casting a cheerful smile to the rest of us, "is a very big responsibility, and to let you see how big of a responsibility parenthood is I have paired you guys up in groups of two and I will be giving you a baby to take care of over the next couple of days with your partner. Now this will be for a grade so make sure that you take very good care of your child. Inside each baby is a device that tracks how often and how long the baby cries. Now to the partners."
He began reading off peoples' names. Some kids were quite pleased with their partners and some were not. And in my case, some were paired with a person so annoying that they planned to throw themselves in front of their buses that afternoon.
"Harry Potter you'll be paired with, uh, Draco Malfoy."
"What?" Draco and I spat out at the same time, rising from our seats.
"We can't!"
"We're both boys!!!"
"As you two can very well see," Lockhart instructed, waving a hand at the rest of the class, "we have more boys than girls so I had no choice other than to pair two boys together. Now take your child and sit down!"
He handed us a baby dressed in blue. We both looked at it as if it were a time bomb waiting to go off.
"You take it first," Draco spat out, throwing the baby at me as the bell beeped. The baby started crying immediately. Now which bus should I jump in front of?
"Psst, hey Hermione!"
I was interrupted from taking notes of the Crow Indians by a deep voice, belonging to Ron. He had his newest magazine propped up so Mr. Binns couldn't see him. Not that it really mattered; half the class was playing truth or dare. Mr. Binns droned on and didn't seem to notice the disturbance. I looked Ron's way and raised an eyebrow.
"Do you know what's up with Ginny?" he asked me.
It was a very weird question. Why would I know whether or not there was something up with Ginny?
"No," I told him, abandoning my note taking. "Why?"
He sighed and moved his desk closer to mine so people wouldn't overhear our conversation.
"Harry asked Ginny to be his girlfriend last night and she said maybe," he told me.
"Hmm, wonder why she said that?"
A pained expression came over him.
"You don't know why?" he asked.
"No," I replied.
He was silent for a little while and seemed to be in deep thought. I went back to my notes only to be interrupted by him yet again.
"You could stay the night tonight and have a talk with her," he suggested. "You know, have one of those girl talks where you get into your pajamas, eat ice cream, and giggle a lot." He got a weird expression on his face that looked as if he couldn't understand why girls do that.
"But it's a school night!" I said shocked.
He waved me off as if it were of no importance.
"What are we actually going to do tomorrow that you need to be awake for?"
Now that he mentioned it, nothing. And my parents have been trying to get me out of the house and do things with my friends lately, so I guess that they wouldn't mind. Plus, Ginny and I haven't had one of our girl nights in over a year.
"Yeah, okay, I'll ask Ginny about it."
"Great!" Ron said smiling. "Poptart?" he asked, handing me a poptart.
We have two PE classes during the same period. You're either with Hagrid or with Ms. Hooch. Hermione and I have Ms. Hooch, whereas the boys have Hagrid. Every now and then the two classes get paired together, but not very often. Hermione and I share a locker in the locker room. I was tying my shoes when Hermione came in.
"Hi, Hermione!" I told her.
"Hey, Ginny," she replied. She began changing. "You know what we haven't done in a while."
"What?" I asked, putting my hair in a ponytail.
"Had a sleep over. So do you think it'll be okay if I stayed the night at your place tonight?" she asked tying her shoes.
"I guess it'll be okay," I told her as we walked out into our attendance line. "Mom loves it when both you and Harry stay the night."
"Great, I'll be over around five," she said.
I was about to ask her what was for lunch when a disturbance across the gym distracted us. Harry and Draco seemed to be having problems in their attendance line. Harry was rocking what looked like a baby. The baby was crying and Draco was yelling at him.
"You're doing it all wrong, Potter!" he shouted, grabbing the baby away from Harry. "You have to do it like this," he said, propping the baby so that its head was on his shoulder. He then proceeded by rubbing the baby's back, rocking back and forth slightly, and issuing a number of 'Shh, it's alright's.
It was amusing (and as much as I hate to mention it, cute) to see Draco acting so much like a father. The baby quieted down a bit, but then Draco got a look of pure shock. His eyes widened and he stopped his rocking. Then he held the baby away from him and revealed a large wet spot on his grey shirt.
"How life-like is this thing!" he shouted.
Harry was laughing.
"You take him," Draco said, thrusting the baby at Harry.
"I don't want him," Harry said, thrusting it back.
"Well I don't want him," Draco said, giving it back to Harry.
The baby was screaming its head off by now.
"You take him!"
"You!"
"You!"
"You!"
"I'm going to the nurse!" Draco yelled, throwing the baby at Harry and storming off. The gym was in an uproar.
Fourth period English, an all time favorite class. Even the fact that Draco and his friends are in it doesn't spoil it. Mr. Flitwick teaches English. He makes it really fun and interactive. For example, we're currently in a literature unit. We were reading William Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliet, but instead of just reading it, he had us draw names and we're acting it out. I'm Benvolio, Draco's Tybalt, Harry's Romeo, and Hermione's Juliet. Crabbe's the priest. It's kind of funny. We all get little plastic swords and everything. We were at the balcony scene. I was sitting on the floor, leaning on my sword and reading along. Harry and Hermione were really goofing off, they were doing the whole dramatic thing. Harry was currently down on one knee and had his arms spread out. They were both tripping up over the weird dialect.
"Thou art a, uh," Harry forgot his line, "a major babe!"
The whole class, including Flitwick, laughed. Then came the kissing scene. I got a knot in my stomach for some reason and my palms got sweaty. Harry got up, grabbed Hermione's head and gave her a big wet one on the cheek. It was quick and innocent but I still for some reason gritted my teeth.
"Jealous, Weasel?"
Draco was sitting next to me. His sword was on the floor and he was bouncing that mechanical baby on his knee.
"No," I told him. I must not have been very convincing because he looked like he was going to say something else, but the baby started crying again.
"Oh for the love of God!" Draco yelled, throwing the baby at Harry who was running to see the priest. Harry tripped over the baby and ran into Crabbe. The two got tangled in the blanket that we had draped around Crabbe to make him look like a priest.
"Mr. Malfoy don't throw things in my classroom," Mr. Flitwick shouted, throwing an eraser at Draco. Throwing erasers at Draco is Mr. Flitwick's favorite past time.
Six pizzas! It took six pizza to feed us all, of course most of the pizza ended up on the floor, or table, or in Fred and George's case, in their ears. I laughed so hard that I had to stop eating or else I would probably throw up. Just another supper at the Weasley house. After dinner, Ginny and I went to her room and changed into pajamas even though it was only six. Ron and Harry laughed at us.
Ron and Ginny's rooms are connected with a double door. The doors used to always be open when they were really little but ever since they hit their tweens it has been closed and locked except for on occasion. This was one of those occasions. The doors were open and we all broke out our homework to get it out of the way. I was just finishing up my French when the mechanical baby belonging to Ron and I (yes we got one too) started crying in the far corner of Ron's room (he and Harry had made nice little beds for the babies on a pile of Ron's dirty clothes). Harry was currently over there trying to quiet his. Ron and I both looked up.
"Do you want me handle it?" he asked.
"No," I told him, "it's my turn."
I got up stepped over Ron and went over to where Harry was sitting. We had been given fake little baby bottles and I jammed one into its mouth.
"Did you guys name yours?" I asked him. For some reason people were naming their babies.
"Yeah," said Harry, looking at the baby with disgust, "Satan."
I laughed.
"What about you two? Did you name yours?" he asked.
"No," I told him. "We just call it 'it'."
"Oh, you're such kind and loving parents," he teased.
I smiled and looked over to where Ron and Ginny were sitting. Ron had taken a time out from his homework and was currently helping Ginny with her algebra homework. Harry noticed my gaze.
"You still haven't told him," he said, leaning back on the pile of clothes.
"Told him what?" I asked, but Harry couldn't answer because Satan started crying louder than before. He sat up and began bouncing him on his knee.
"How does Draco get this thing to shut up!?"
Why do kids do drugs? Why? This Billy Beerbomb kid is a mess. He stole the prescription pot yesterday. Government going to be very mad with me. And to top things off those two Weasley twins are back. They need me to clean out their ears because they have pizza in them. How do seventeen-year-olds get pizza in their ears?
It took me forever to get Ginny on the topic of boys; she seemed to be avoiding the subject and she only got around to it when I finally admitted to her that I had a thing developing for her brother. I hope he wasn't listening from the other side of the door.
"You and Ron?" she exclaimed a bit louder than I would have liked. I sent a wary look at the door.
"Yes, now shh!" I told her.
"Do you think he has the same feelings?" she asked, leaning forward on her knees interestedly.
"I dunno," I told her, wanting to get off of my love life and on to hers. "He did try to kiss me a couple of days ago in the janitor's closet, but any guy would want a free ride, right?"
Ginny's eyes bulged.
"He tried to kiss you!? And what were you two doing in the janitor's closet anyway?"
"I needed to talk to him privately," I told her quickly.
"About what?"
"Nothing," I replied. "So what about you? How are things going with you and Harry?"
She looked like she was afraid that I'd ask that. She was silent for a really long time and I wondered if she would tell me anything, but then:
"He asked me to be his girlfriend last night," she said slowly.
I acted as if I was surprised and excited though this was no new news for me and I couldn't be excited now that I knew the outcome.
"And what did you say?"
"I told him that I'd think about it," she said.
I faked shocked.
"Why did you tell him that?"
"For a number of reasons."
I waited, but she didn't say anything.
"Which are...?" I coaxed.
"Well for one thing, he was sedated and half-asleep when he asked me, I just want to be sure that he really wants to and it's not just the medications talking here."
That made perfect sense and I silently cursed myself for not thinking of it sooner.
"And the other reasons?" I asked.
"There's only one more reason."
"What is it?"
She was silent once again; it was really getting annoying.
"Hermione, I..."
Silence.
"You...?"
"I think I'm falling for Draco."
Another Author's Note: Grr...life's not going too well right now. I gave blood today so two fingers on my left hand hurts and so does my right arm, two of my friends are ditching the rest of us again, I got a cell phone for my birthday and it's not working, and I got a review for Anthem that's basically scolding me for not updating for a friggin month. I'm sorry people. Anywho I love this chapter and I hope that you guys do too. Don't forget to vote!
Last One, Promise: I wrote all that up there a few days ago, I just haven't felt like putting the codes in yet, but anywho...I saw the Lizzie McGuire movie with my friends out of curiosity and Lizzie and Gordo do hook up. Hmph, who'da thought. Oh and just so you know, my arm and fingers are better, my phone works, and I'm not letting the review get to me.