'Who's there?' Mrs. Weasley demanded as she rushed into the kitchen. 'Oh, Tonks, I wasn't expecting you. Oh, right, we'll go right away. Thank you.' Mrs. Weasley reappeared at the door. 'We've got to go to the OOP. Back into the fire.' Mrs. Weasley commanded, and everyone began shouting something and flooing away.'
'Sorry that your stay was so short, but we've got to go somewhere. Just travel with Ginny, alright?' She said to Arabella.
'No problem.' Arabella shrugged and hopped back onto the grate.
After much swirling, they landed. Arabella eyed the spot between 11 and 13 Grimmauld Place. It was deserted. Nope, no house.
Arabellas's POV
'Erm, Gin?' I asked confused.
'Here,' Harry said quickly, shoving a bit of parchment into my hands. Why wouldn't he look at me? Another question to add to my Need-to-find out list. Another was, even though we went through the floo network, we definitely were not in a fire place.
I opened the bit of Parchment, and read what was on it. Order of the Phoenix? What the bloody hell was that?
As soon as I thought that, and house, that could have once been a mansion, appeared out of no where.
'Welcome, to the OOP headquarters.' Harry muttered.
Deciding that he needed a little cheering up, I smirked flirtatiously at him and replied. 'Thanks. So, do we all get our own bedrooms?'
Hermione sounded like she was being strangled when she replied 'No. I think Ginny, you, and I are sharing.'
'Cool.' I grinned, and followed them inside.
It was a rather cheerful establishment, nothing too grand, and a lot of white space on the walls.
'This used to be Sirius Black's house. The Order had to do quite a bit of cleaning up.' Hermione explained.
'Sirius Black? Right, he was just cleared of Death Eater Status. Wow, talk about weird. His cousins are waist deep in the Dark Lords work, but are considerer clean, and he is jailed for it, but was clean.' I muttered under my breath.
'Why do you say the Dark Lord? Only Death Eaters call him that.' Hermione snapped.
'Because you-know-who and he-who-must-not-be-named are too long, and people have a coronary if I say Voldemort.' I shrugged.
'That's Bella, always taking the convenient way!' Ginny laughed, trying to make the situation lighter.
'Of course. I mean, I'm a Slytherin. We always look out for ourselves.' I smirked, looking at Hermione.
After another awkward pause, Ginny muttered something about unpacking. 'Then we can go to Diagon Ally.' She added.
'Chipper!' I replied, acting as if the last ten minutes hadn't happened.
Harry's POV.
She was hot. Really hot.
'She's hot.' Ron murmured as we trudged up to our rooms.
'She's in Slytherin. Her elder brother is best of mates with Malfoy.' I said.
'Yeah.'
I opened the door to see Fred and George standing in our room.
'You've got it bad for Arabella, don't you?' George laughed.
'Naw, I mean, she's friggin' hot, but she's a Slytherin. And she changes her emotions too much.' Ron said.
'You mean she fakes her emotions. I sincerely doubt that what Hermione said bugged her, but she acted like it did.' Fred grinned.
'What's up with Hermione, anyways?' Ron asked.
'Aww, does ickle Ronnikins have a crush?' Fred laughed.
'NO! She's my friend. Can't I be worried about how my friends are? I mean, argh! Why does every time that I talk about a girl you IMMEDIATELY assume that I have a crush on her? Never assume...' He yelled as he stomped out to the loos.
'I'd believe him, 'cept he's denying it too much.' I laughed.
'No kidding. The man's in love.' With an evil grin, the two disapperated, leaving me alone.
'She's hot.' I murmured
Arabella's POV.
An hour later, we were all standing in front of the house, waiting for the Knight Bus.
Ron was ignoring Hermione for some reason, which got her pissed off, which got her into a fight with George about some random thing, which made Fred and Harry laugh, which allowed Ginny and I free to talk about the problem she had wrote to me about.
'What is it?' I demeaned.
'Not here.' She hissed.
I tried to get it out of her as we boarded, rode on, and got off the Knight bus, and while we entered the Leaky Cauldron, all through Gringotts, and to Madame Malkins. She still wasn't talking.
'ARE YOU PREGNANT?' I gasped, as the idea hit me.
'WHAT? NO!' Ginny laughed.
'You're pregnant?' Ron yelped.
'Harry, I thought I told you two to use protection!' I joked.
'Yeah,' He grinned. Totally cute! Wait, he was the sworn enemy of everyone in my house. 'I mean, it was only once, though, and we were soooo horny..' He broke off when he saw Ron's shocked face.
'Kidding, mate. We're just kidding.' He told him.
'Yeah, Ron!' I agreed.
'Come on Ron, you know they were joking. I mean, why else would I have been so PMS-y yesterday?' Ginny laughed.
'Wow, wrong time to but into this conversation.' Blaise yelped as he, Draco, Vincent, Gregory, and Thomas, my elder brother (did I already tell you their names?) walked by.
'What are you doing here?' Harry snarled.
'Talking to my sister.' Thomas snapped.
'Hey, everyone! I don't know if you've met, but this is Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny! They go to our school!' I chirped. Maybe if I acted like an idiot they'd leave us alone.
'Stop trying to talk your way out of this. Why are you with them?' Draco snapped.
Damn.
'Because Ginny and I are the best-ist of friends. We met on the train!' I smiled.
Ginny looked at me, and played along.
'Yaah, that's right!'
'No, because you spent the entire train ride with Linda, Meredith, and Regina, in our compartment.' Vincent pointed out.
'Right, then, I meant we met in classes! Alphabetical seating you know.'
'Halliwell-Turner is not even close to Weasley.' Thomas sighed. 'Can you stop acting dumb and answer the question?'
'No.' I smiled tightly.
'You know, you're not going to get it out of her.' Blaise sighed.
'Fine. Later, then.' Draco glared at me and the five of them walked away.
'I think that's the longest we've gone without Malfoy insulting us.' Hermione commented.
I shrugged, and held up a gorgeous Turquoise Dress Robe. 'Hey, Gin, I think this would look great on you. Especially at a certain party!'
'Which party would that be?' Ron asked.
'Fifth year Party. Oh, we want to go get some things. Ciao!' Ginny, Hermione, and I quickly dashed out of the door, leaving the boys behind.
Hermione's POV
I don't even know why I was with the two girls. When they asked me to come with them, I agreed, because I was kinda bored with Harry and Ron's incessant yattering about hot girls. Like I cared? (Especially since I wasn't on the list)
We hurried around the corner, and I crashed into someone, who caught me in his arms, and I looked up into silvery grey eyes...