A/N: I used a wonderfully rhyming name! Heehee...okay! Well, hope you enjoy! Watch out for some more cursing in this one!
Chapter Fifteen: Crying Games and Testing Blames
It was ten fourty-two, Derek was up in his dormitory, along with all of the other sixth year boys. Harry had only just found out that he and Kit's three other freinds were all a year older than her, but he didn't really mind that much. All that he was worried about was the fact that Kit had been gone for over three hours.
He wasn't the only one still waiting. Nope, the four Weasley's and Hermione had stayed awake with him, all anxiously waiting for her to come back. The truth was, they were all worrying their heads off. Harry and Ron had to literally drag her away from Derek long enough to get her out of the door, then they showed her to the Charm's corridoor and bid her farewell. Not, although, without Ron offering to stay with her so that Malfoy didn't, 'try any funny stuff...'
Now, after almost four hours, she was still gone. Something Ron had said earlier came back into his head, 'What if he tries to get revenge? He might not be too happy after what she did to him.'
It wasn't as if the thought hadn't crossed his mind over a hundred times before, but when he remembered this...his stomach just seemed to twist and contort.
"Maybe she's alright, I mean...he wouldn't try anything," Ron tried to reassure him, "Especially since their so close to Flitwick's office."
"He's probably in bed right now..." Ginny said grimly.
"Oh...oh my!" Hermione gasped as Kit came through the portrait hole, flustered and bleary-eyed. "We've been so worried!"
Kit sat down between Ron and George, leaning back against the couch sleepily, "Sorry, I-I just k-kept getting the p-potion wrong..."
"Which one?" Ginny asked, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of her.
"A Shrinking S-solution..." Kit mumbled, shaking, "S-simple, eh?"
"That third year work! I thought you were doing first year exams!" Hermione cried indignantly.
"Draco said that S-snape was testing me on i-it..."
Harry didn't say anything, he just sat their watching Kit shake and splutter, her face flushed and her eyes puffy and red.
"Did he do something to you again?" Ron asked simply.
Kit looked at him, then looked at George...then burst out crying, her hair falling in a purple curtain around her face.
"There, there," George coaxed, pulling Kit into a hug, "Ron's just a prat...he didn't mean to make you cry."
Ron glared, blushing. He tried to help by patting Kit's back, and mumbling some sort of an apology. Harry looked at the embarressed expression Ron wore. It was the same look he always had when Hermione even touched him...
"G-George?" Kit looked up from his chest and hiccoughed.
"Yes?" He asked, still keeping his voice soft and ressuring.
"I'm s-sorry about w-what I said at d-dinner...I d-do care that you're nice to me...a-and I appreciate y-you and Fred helping me..."
"I don't care about that, I just was making a point," Fred said gingerly, scratching his head, "I couldn't care less about that! All that matters is that we keep that stupid ferret away from you..."
Kit's lower lip quivered, "Really? You don't care if I w-was rude a-a-and s-stupid?"
"Look, we can both understand about how you want to live your own life, but the thing that you have to understand is that sometimes we all have to make sacrifices in order to spare the ones we love pain. It's just being considerate," Fred winced as Kit started to tear up again, "N-not that you're inconsiderate or anything...right, George?"
"Yeah..." George said distractedly, stroking Kit's hair as she put her head back on his chest and began to sob lightly, soaking his pajama top.
"Whasapenin?" A groggy voice asked from the bottom of the stairs, "Isomethin wrong?"
Kit looked up wearily, "Derek?"
Derek looked around, then squinted at Kit, "What's wrong, Kit? Are you--You're crying!"
Harry stood up and walked over to him, "This prat was---"
"Who did this to you?" derek asked, rushing to her and scooping her into his arms, out of George's grasp, "It was you, wasn't it?!"
"Look, you git, I didn't do anything to her! None of us did! I was helping her!" George spat, glaring at him.
"Derek," Kit squeaked, tears falling down her cheeks, "I need to talk to George and Fred in private, it's something that I'd only feel comfortable telling them."
Even after she had been crying, her voice was astoundingly clear and commanding. She looked at Derek defiantly, stepping away from him and sitting back down on the couch.
"Uh...I guess we--er...could go in...um..." George looked around the commonroom, searching for a place to talk without anyone hearing, "I dunno..."
Harry thought it was late enough, so he sighed, glancing at everyone, "I guess we should head to bed, eh?"
"But it's not that---oh!" Ron yawned suddenly, "Yeah, I'm terribly tired, what about you, 'Mione?"
She had already stood up, "Yes, we should all," she looked sternly at Ginny, "go to sleep."
Derek looked crestfallen, but was quickly dragged up to the boys dormitories, as Ginny and Hermione left for the girl's, leaving the three sitting there.
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Kit woke up promptly at five in the morning. She was too nervous and edgy to get back to sleep, considering that just last night she had the worst experience ever. After telling the twins what had happened, and having them swear on their graves that would never tell a soul, she felt considerably ...worse.
Maybe she was being náive, but she couldn't help but think that when she stepped into the Great Hall, that everyone would be laughing at her. She never wanted to be the joke of the school, but with Draco...
"Aryuwake?" Ikis slurred, stretching and yawning widely, "Iss rilly early..."
Kit smiled, "Go back to bed, Ikis...I have to go to breakfast, and you have nothing to do today, so sleep while you can!"
The cat yawned again and curled back up in the rumple of blankets, leaving Kit to stare at her, shaking her head.
She looked around the room to see if anyone was awake, the only person out of bed was Lavender, something that Kit found odd. She shrugged and picked up her wand.
"Accio!" She pointed it at her robes, which came flying to her, stopping midair so she could grab them.
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When Kit got to the commonroom, she saw Lavender curled up on the couch, sleeping peacefully while Fred and George sat in two armchairs near the fire, having the appearences of two people who hadn't slept for days.
"Oh," Fred looked at her, putting a hand through his hair, "Did you get any sleep?"
"From the looks of it," Kit sighed, "not any more than you..."
"You still okay? I mean that was awful..." George said, trying to look alert and serious, but only managing to look remotely interested.
Kit nodded slowly, then came and sat on the arm of his chair, "Maybe I shouldn't of told you...it wasn't right of me to put all of my problems on you two...I'm terribly sorry!"
"Don't be! I would've rather you tell us than Harry...he'd probably explode if he knew!" Fred made a loud explosion noise, so loud that it caused Lavender Brown to fall off of the couch.
"I didn't do it!" She screamed, looking around alertly, then glaring at the Weasley's, "Oh, it was just you two! I was trying to get some sleep! I'd hoped that no one would insult or bother me out here..."
She looked at Kit and rolled her eyes, "Oh, I guess that you came to talk some sense into me! What, did little Miss Prefect send you?"
Kit just rolled her eyes in response and turned to George, "I do think you're right, but I still feel bad about putting all of this on your shoulders... it's just that I was so scared! And then I remebered you two telling me you cared, so I came to you!"
Lavender didn't even look at them as she stomped up to the dorms, going in quietly. Kit watched her the whole way, sighing, "If she'd just talk to Hermione..."
"What's wrong? Did she get into an argument with you?"
"No, with Hermione..." She replied grimly, "It's nothing really, it's just that it's so stupid! And it's not like Hermione is helping anything either..."
George looked up as Angelina Johnson, along with Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell, stepped into the room, looking around.
"Katie's probably wondering why I didn't meet her last night..." George said vaguely, then looked at Fred, "She wanted to tell me something... seemed urgent."
"There you are! I waited until twelve! Where were you George Weasley?!" Katie said, poking him in the chest when she said his name.
"It was---I was---Kit was crying!" George blurted out, then covered his mouth.
Katie's face turned from cold to soft, "What happened?! Why were you---what did you two do?"
Angelina sat down in Fred's lap, kissing him on the cheek.
"Good morning to you, too!" Fred smiled at her, "Did you sleep well?"
"Not as good as I should've...I'm just so worried! Why did I have to be captain?! You could've done it twice as good as I can! And what about Harry?! He's easily the best Seeker in school!"
"But you," Fred smirked, "Are the only person who can make us listen! You're like our mother! Well, not exactly, 'cos then that would just be...gross and sickening..."
"You're ranting, you didn't sleep a wink did you?! I told you--"
Kit blocked them out as Alicia looked at her, "What happened? You can tell us!"
"Sorry, but I can't...I only told Fred and George..." Kit sighed, "It's really embarrasing..."
Angelina clucked her tongue, then looked over at her, "I know what you talking about...That little Slytherin, eh?"
"Yes, but not the way you're implying!" Kit said angrily, "You don't even know what was going on, do you?! All you saw was him kiss me...right?! You didn't see me slap him, then knock him off the tree?! So don't even act like you know what's going on!"
Angelina looked at her with a hand over her mouth, "I-I'm sorry..."
"I don't need this..I'm going to breakfast..." said Kit, walking out of the room.
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Over the course of the next month, Harry still hadn't found out what exactly made Kit react so strongly to Ron's question. He hardly even saw her... If she wasn't in her room sleeping, she was talking to the twins. She had become very sensitive and edgy anytime Malfoy walked by, usually dropping or crushing whatever she was holding at that moment, which caused him to laugh raucously.
Most of her time was spent studying, something that really showed through whenever she took a test. The first week she had to take both her first and second year exams, so that she could have a three day break, then she had her third year exams and a week break, then finally she had her fourth year exams, and all of these she passed. The only two she had trouble in were Potions and Transfiguration, both of which Hermione had tried to help her in, especially after how she returned after the last tutoring session with Draco Malfoy.
Although Harry was worried, he never tried to find out what made her so flustered around him, but he still tried to discourage whatever he was doing, seeming to take comfort in her blunders in Potions. And, she was also doing miraculously well with keeping up with her homework from the classes, even without Hermione's help, that she was equal with Harry, who had prided himself on being almost neck in neck with Hermione in class.
Ron was really behind, especially since he was Gryffindor's new Keeper. Luckily for both Harry and Angelina Johnson, though, he was almost as good as Oliver!
On the first day of her classes, though, Harry was thoroughly worried about her...
A/N: Cliffie there! Well, I guess that I'll end it, it's far too long for my standards! Have fun waiting for chapter sixteen, where we learn the source of Kit's dismay! *Kit and Harry both frown, then pelt her with buttered rolls* No! I ended that! I ENDED IT I SAY!
Chapter Fifteen: Crying Games and Testing Blames
It was ten fourty-two, Derek was up in his dormitory, along with all of the other sixth year boys. Harry had only just found out that he and Kit's three other freinds were all a year older than her, but he didn't really mind that much. All that he was worried about was the fact that Kit had been gone for over three hours.
He wasn't the only one still waiting. Nope, the four Weasley's and Hermione had stayed awake with him, all anxiously waiting for her to come back. The truth was, they were all worrying their heads off. Harry and Ron had to literally drag her away from Derek long enough to get her out of the door, then they showed her to the Charm's corridoor and bid her farewell. Not, although, without Ron offering to stay with her so that Malfoy didn't, 'try any funny stuff...'
Now, after almost four hours, she was still gone. Something Ron had said earlier came back into his head, 'What if he tries to get revenge? He might not be too happy after what she did to him.'
It wasn't as if the thought hadn't crossed his mind over a hundred times before, but when he remembered this...his stomach just seemed to twist and contort.
"Maybe she's alright, I mean...he wouldn't try anything," Ron tried to reassure him, "Especially since their so close to Flitwick's office."
"He's probably in bed right now..." Ginny said grimly.
"Oh...oh my!" Hermione gasped as Kit came through the portrait hole, flustered and bleary-eyed. "We've been so worried!"
Kit sat down between Ron and George, leaning back against the couch sleepily, "Sorry, I-I just k-kept getting the p-potion wrong..."
"Which one?" Ginny asked, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of her.
"A Shrinking S-solution..." Kit mumbled, shaking, "S-simple, eh?"
"That third year work! I thought you were doing first year exams!" Hermione cried indignantly.
"Draco said that S-snape was testing me on i-it..."
Harry didn't say anything, he just sat their watching Kit shake and splutter, her face flushed and her eyes puffy and red.
"Did he do something to you again?" Ron asked simply.
Kit looked at him, then looked at George...then burst out crying, her hair falling in a purple curtain around her face.
"There, there," George coaxed, pulling Kit into a hug, "Ron's just a prat...he didn't mean to make you cry."
Ron glared, blushing. He tried to help by patting Kit's back, and mumbling some sort of an apology. Harry looked at the embarressed expression Ron wore. It was the same look he always had when Hermione even touched him...
"G-George?" Kit looked up from his chest and hiccoughed.
"Yes?" He asked, still keeping his voice soft and ressuring.
"I'm s-sorry about w-what I said at d-dinner...I d-do care that you're nice to me...a-and I appreciate y-you and Fred helping me..."
"I don't care about that, I just was making a point," Fred said gingerly, scratching his head, "I couldn't care less about that! All that matters is that we keep that stupid ferret away from you..."
Kit's lower lip quivered, "Really? You don't care if I w-was rude a-a-and s-stupid?"
"Look, we can both understand about how you want to live your own life, but the thing that you have to understand is that sometimes we all have to make sacrifices in order to spare the ones we love pain. It's just being considerate," Fred winced as Kit started to tear up again, "N-not that you're inconsiderate or anything...right, George?"
"Yeah..." George said distractedly, stroking Kit's hair as she put her head back on his chest and began to sob lightly, soaking his pajama top.
"Whasapenin?" A groggy voice asked from the bottom of the stairs, "Isomethin wrong?"
Kit looked up wearily, "Derek?"
Derek looked around, then squinted at Kit, "What's wrong, Kit? Are you--You're crying!"
Harry stood up and walked over to him, "This prat was---"
"Who did this to you?" derek asked, rushing to her and scooping her into his arms, out of George's grasp, "It was you, wasn't it?!"
"Look, you git, I didn't do anything to her! None of us did! I was helping her!" George spat, glaring at him.
"Derek," Kit squeaked, tears falling down her cheeks, "I need to talk to George and Fred in private, it's something that I'd only feel comfortable telling them."
Even after she had been crying, her voice was astoundingly clear and commanding. She looked at Derek defiantly, stepping away from him and sitting back down on the couch.
"Uh...I guess we--er...could go in...um..." George looked around the commonroom, searching for a place to talk without anyone hearing, "I dunno..."
Harry thought it was late enough, so he sighed, glancing at everyone, "I guess we should head to bed, eh?"
"But it's not that---oh!" Ron yawned suddenly, "Yeah, I'm terribly tired, what about you, 'Mione?"
She had already stood up, "Yes, we should all," she looked sternly at Ginny, "go to sleep."
Derek looked crestfallen, but was quickly dragged up to the boys dormitories, as Ginny and Hermione left for the girl's, leaving the three sitting there.
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Kit woke up promptly at five in the morning. She was too nervous and edgy to get back to sleep, considering that just last night she had the worst experience ever. After telling the twins what had happened, and having them swear on their graves that would never tell a soul, she felt considerably ...worse.
Maybe she was being náive, but she couldn't help but think that when she stepped into the Great Hall, that everyone would be laughing at her. She never wanted to be the joke of the school, but with Draco...
"Aryuwake?" Ikis slurred, stretching and yawning widely, "Iss rilly early..."
Kit smiled, "Go back to bed, Ikis...I have to go to breakfast, and you have nothing to do today, so sleep while you can!"
The cat yawned again and curled back up in the rumple of blankets, leaving Kit to stare at her, shaking her head.
She looked around the room to see if anyone was awake, the only person out of bed was Lavender, something that Kit found odd. She shrugged and picked up her wand.
"Accio!" She pointed it at her robes, which came flying to her, stopping midair so she could grab them.
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When Kit got to the commonroom, she saw Lavender curled up on the couch, sleeping peacefully while Fred and George sat in two armchairs near the fire, having the appearences of two people who hadn't slept for days.
"Oh," Fred looked at her, putting a hand through his hair, "Did you get any sleep?"
"From the looks of it," Kit sighed, "not any more than you..."
"You still okay? I mean that was awful..." George said, trying to look alert and serious, but only managing to look remotely interested.
Kit nodded slowly, then came and sat on the arm of his chair, "Maybe I shouldn't of told you...it wasn't right of me to put all of my problems on you two...I'm terribly sorry!"
"Don't be! I would've rather you tell us than Harry...he'd probably explode if he knew!" Fred made a loud explosion noise, so loud that it caused Lavender Brown to fall off of the couch.
"I didn't do it!" She screamed, looking around alertly, then glaring at the Weasley's, "Oh, it was just you two! I was trying to get some sleep! I'd hoped that no one would insult or bother me out here..."
She looked at Kit and rolled her eyes, "Oh, I guess that you came to talk some sense into me! What, did little Miss Prefect send you?"
Kit just rolled her eyes in response and turned to George, "I do think you're right, but I still feel bad about putting all of this on your shoulders... it's just that I was so scared! And then I remebered you two telling me you cared, so I came to you!"
Lavender didn't even look at them as she stomped up to the dorms, going in quietly. Kit watched her the whole way, sighing, "If she'd just talk to Hermione..."
"What's wrong? Did she get into an argument with you?"
"No, with Hermione..." She replied grimly, "It's nothing really, it's just that it's so stupid! And it's not like Hermione is helping anything either..."
George looked up as Angelina Johnson, along with Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell, stepped into the room, looking around.
"Katie's probably wondering why I didn't meet her last night..." George said vaguely, then looked at Fred, "She wanted to tell me something... seemed urgent."
"There you are! I waited until twelve! Where were you George Weasley?!" Katie said, poking him in the chest when she said his name.
"It was---I was---Kit was crying!" George blurted out, then covered his mouth.
Katie's face turned from cold to soft, "What happened?! Why were you---what did you two do?"
Angelina sat down in Fred's lap, kissing him on the cheek.
"Good morning to you, too!" Fred smiled at her, "Did you sleep well?"
"Not as good as I should've...I'm just so worried! Why did I have to be captain?! You could've done it twice as good as I can! And what about Harry?! He's easily the best Seeker in school!"
"But you," Fred smirked, "Are the only person who can make us listen! You're like our mother! Well, not exactly, 'cos then that would just be...gross and sickening..."
"You're ranting, you didn't sleep a wink did you?! I told you--"
Kit blocked them out as Alicia looked at her, "What happened? You can tell us!"
"Sorry, but I can't...I only told Fred and George..." Kit sighed, "It's really embarrasing..."
Angelina clucked her tongue, then looked over at her, "I know what you talking about...That little Slytherin, eh?"
"Yes, but not the way you're implying!" Kit said angrily, "You don't even know what was going on, do you?! All you saw was him kiss me...right?! You didn't see me slap him, then knock him off the tree?! So don't even act like you know what's going on!"
Angelina looked at her with a hand over her mouth, "I-I'm sorry..."
"I don't need this..I'm going to breakfast..." said Kit, walking out of the room.
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Over the course of the next month, Harry still hadn't found out what exactly made Kit react so strongly to Ron's question. He hardly even saw her... If she wasn't in her room sleeping, she was talking to the twins. She had become very sensitive and edgy anytime Malfoy walked by, usually dropping or crushing whatever she was holding at that moment, which caused him to laugh raucously.
Most of her time was spent studying, something that really showed through whenever she took a test. The first week she had to take both her first and second year exams, so that she could have a three day break, then she had her third year exams and a week break, then finally she had her fourth year exams, and all of these she passed. The only two she had trouble in were Potions and Transfiguration, both of which Hermione had tried to help her in, especially after how she returned after the last tutoring session with Draco Malfoy.
Although Harry was worried, he never tried to find out what made her so flustered around him, but he still tried to discourage whatever he was doing, seeming to take comfort in her blunders in Potions. And, she was also doing miraculously well with keeping up with her homework from the classes, even without Hermione's help, that she was equal with Harry, who had prided himself on being almost neck in neck with Hermione in class.
Ron was really behind, especially since he was Gryffindor's new Keeper. Luckily for both Harry and Angelina Johnson, though, he was almost as good as Oliver!
On the first day of her classes, though, Harry was thoroughly worried about her...
A/N: Cliffie there! Well, I guess that I'll end it, it's far too long for my standards! Have fun waiting for chapter sixteen, where we learn the source of Kit's dismay! *Kit and Harry both frown, then pelt her with buttered rolls* No! I ended that! I ENDED IT I SAY!