If anyone has read any of my earlier stuff...be warned...very different. But still good!
Thanks to the marvelous JK ROWLING for the characters million have come to know, love and morph to fulfill their own freaky ideas. Like me!
Passion for Potter
Chapter One
She had gone through so much trouble to get here. What if it was all for nothing? What would happen then? Could she take it back, return to a normal life. She didn't think so. At that moment Fennella realized how impulsive she had been. She had received her Hogwarts letter 4 years ago. The magic that surrounded that letter was almost palpable, it scared her. Her ignorance toward this new path her life could take angered her now. If only she had accepted, gotten on the train that year and forgotten about her old life, what would she be doing now? Instead she had declined, only to receive another letter on her fifteenth birthday. It was her second chance, this time she snatched it. But now she was starting to think, what if she didn't fit in, what if she couldn't learn magic, what if she never met Harry Potter.
That was really the main drive for Fennella accepting her letter to Hogwarts. She had heard of Harry, seen pictures. Her heart skipped a beat every time she heard the name. Speaking it was almost impossible. His hair looked so soft, the raven locks falling in front of his green eyes. The eyes were what first caught her attention. The piercing green somehow reminded her of all the good in life. She melted every time she saw them. And that was only in pictures. She could only imagine what those eyes would look like with emotion behind them.
Now she was on the train, and dreadfully alone. She wandered past the cabins trying her best not to look as scared as she was. She clutched her tiny gray kitten close to her chest, kissing its small head. All the compartments were full, and she was nearing the end of the train. As the last compartment came into sight the feeling of dread increased. "I am going to look so fricken stupid" she muttered to herself. Already she saw herself sitting alone on the floor. Trying her best not to look desperate she peered into the window of the last compartment, and just as quickly flew back against the wall, her chest heaving. "No way, no way nononononono" Her eyes were watering, her heart pounding uncontrollably, there was no way that what she had just seen could have been real. Cautiously she peered around and caught a glimpse of the people sitting behind the sliding door. Her head flew back again. She wasn't dreaming, Harry Potter was sitting in that compartment. There were two other people she didn't recognize but there was an empty seat. "Oh God!" she thought, "What am I gonna do?" She had no choice she had to sit somewhere, and this looked like the only place.
Composing herself as much as she could, Fennella straightened her shirt. She was suddenly too aware of her every flaw. Her hair was too frizzy; the roots were darker than the rest of her head. Her face probably looked horrible; the mascara must have smudged by now. With a sigh she pushed the door open. Her heart jumped into her throat. Those green eyes were looking right at her. Clearing her throat she managed to squeak
"Ummmm, everywhere else is full, and I don't want to intrude or anything but I kinda need a place to sit and…..I'm really sorry….I'll just sit and you can pretend I'm not even here. I'm generally a really quiet person, you can ask anybody. Well no one here because I'm new and no one knows me..."
She was babbling. It always happens when she gets nervous it's like a reflex that you just can't control. While her mouth was running on its own, Fennella's brain was sending up an alert. "Shit, Fennella! Stop talking! Just sit down! I said stop! Pleeeeassssee stopppp!" She new she had to stop talking; the problem was the message wasn't getting to her mouth.
"Hey it's really no problem, sit down!" Harry smiled at her.
Fennella's mouth snapped shut "Finally," she thought "took you long enough". She flopped thankfully into the squashy seat and crossed her legs underneath her. Suddenly she noticed everyone was starring at her. She could feel her face getting redder. "Say something" she commanded herself.
"My names Fennella by the way, Fen for short." She looked around, waiting for a response.
"Nice to meet you Fen" said the girl sitting next to her.
Her hair was bushy and a rather dull shade of brown. She smiled warmly "My names Hermione, and that's Ron" she pointed to the boy with bright red hair a shade lighter than Fen's, "and that's Harry. I'm sorry they couldn't introduce themselves." At this Hermione frowned at them. Ron was playing with his robes, pulling the frayed edges into even more of a mess. But Harry was starring at Fen. He hadn't seen it when she first came in, but she was gorgeous. Her eyes were filled with expression and her hair, though slightly frizzy was resting in long red locks that reached halfway down her back. "Wow" he sighed; he figured she would never go for him. He may be the Boy Who Lived but to a girl brought up in the muggle world that meant nothing.
Fen and Hermione were babbling on like old friends, gushing about movie stars and books they had read. By the time the train had pulled into the station, Harry was infatuated. At the same time Fen was wondering whether or not he had even noticed her. He hadn't said anything the whole ride, except to tell her to sit down. As they were stepping out of the train Harry called to her.
"Fen!"
Fen whipped around her hair slapping Ron in face. She muttered a small sorry.
"Uh huh?"
"What house are you in, just wondering you know." He didn't want her to think he was a stalker or anything.
"Umm, crap what was it called? Oh man, I knew this would happen. I'm so new to all of this...uhhh. It starts with a "G"…."
"Gryffindor?" Harry asked, rather faster than he had planned on.
"That's it!" Fen squealed "What are you in?"
"Gryffindor!" Harry said, the excitement in his voice obvious.
"The same as me, this is perfect!"
At this Fen threw her arms around Harry. It had been an impulsive move, no hidden motive or anything. The second her chest pressed against his her breath caught in her throat. She gasped. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. She felt his strong arms wrap around her waist and pull her tighter to him. She couldn't breathe, but she was okay with it. In fact she thought she would die happy if she never breathed again. The gesture was quickly turning from friendly/encouragement like to rather sensual. She could feel his fingers run up her back and then begin to stroke her hair. She couldn't get close enough to him. Her hands slid down his back, while her head buried itself in his neck. His hair smelled amazing. People were swarming around her and Harry but she didn't care. Time seemed to freeze until a catcall made its way to her ears. She jumped back, her face quickly turned red. She could tell by the way Harry's eyes were open wide that he had felt it to. She couldn't think. The silence dragged uncomfortably. The tension was just too much, her eyes were held by his steady gaze. "Oh God, please give me a reason to turn!" she prayed silently. At that moment Hermione called out to her. "Thank you!" she thought, and quickly ran off to meet her new friend.
"I'll show you how to get to your room, you're in the same dorm as me!" Hermione said. As they walked around she quietly whispered "I saw you guys"
"Huh?" Fen said
"The way you hugged him, the way he responded. He's majorly into you."
"You think?" Fen couldn't repress the smile that crept onto her face.
"Definitely, just be careful okay, Harry is known around here for being more than a little horny."
Fen's eyes widened. "This could be fun" she thought.
That is what I fondly refer to as "Chapter One". I hope you liked it! Please review I would lurrrve some comments. Even if you say it sucks tell me how to make it better! Chapter Two is already written...read on my friends...read on. By the way it gets more smut-ful as it gets longer.
