A/N: Well, next chapter! Kit's finally going to tell Harry and Ron, but not Hermy! Such a good chapter! I'm sorry to keep you all waiting to find out what happened, but it was...*whimpers* for the good of the plot!
Chapter Seventeen: Meeting Number One!
Kit smiled at George's horrorstruck expression, the glanced desperately at Fred, who was rubbing noses with Angelina.
"OY!" He called, making everyone look up from there papers, "Get over here, FRED!"
Fred looked at Angelina, who nodded and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He stood up and walked over to the two, looking mad and dumbfounded.
"What?" He asked curtly, "Why did you call me, oh bestest Brother George?"
"She wants to tell Harry."
Fred looked between the two, waiting for one of them to say, 'HA!', but no one did. Defeated, he sank down to the floor, looking up at Kit with questioning eyes, "Are you sure?"
"Obviously...I think he ought to know."
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"Ron can stay," Kit objected as Ron attempted to leave with Hermione, "I hope that you want to, don't you?"
"What about Hermione?"
Kit bit her lip, "I'll tell her later, sorry Hermione..."
Hermione smiled consolingly, "It's fine, I've kept things from you too...Now we're even!"
Kit watched her leave, settling herself on the seat beside Ron. The twins looked at her hopefully, but she kept her mouth closed.
"Well, since Kit doesn't seem to want to tell the story herself..." George began, "We'll have to tell it from memory."
Fred took up after he stopped, "Well, from what we know, Kit had a good first half hour, actually getting the potion right, but doing miserably on her written portion."
"Then, she started to feel a bit...uneasy." George said uncertainly, "Mal---"
"Look, I don't want to make you do this...I'll tell them myself." Kit drew in a deep breath, "As they said, I was doing fine until we actually started to talk. Draco decided that it was time to start badgering me about...you," She looked at Harry and Ron, "but I did stick up for you."
She watched them smile grimly, then continued, "He was asking a lot of things, but mainly he wanted to know about Derek, you see, I had told him about him.
"He started to get a little touchy and I just froze..."
Harry scowled, "That's just like him..."
"Please don't interrupt me, this is hard enough to say as it is!" Kit sighed, "As I was saying, I couldn't even react. I just sat there, looking at him with all the hatred I could muster. Then, he had the audacity to ask how...h-h-how it felt..."
Kit's eyes teared up, but she just continued, "I still couldn't do anything...I just sat there, now shocked. Finally, I came to my senses and told him to get off of me...but he just laughed." Her voice faltered, "H-he...tried to k-kiss me, but I just pulled back, not l-looking at him now, then he got angry. He grabbed my arm and t-twisted it and t-then he...he..."
She looked at the twins, then turned away, not able to finish the rest. Fred finished it for her, "He threw her out of her chair, then he kissed her while she was down."
Kit put her hand up, signaling him to stop, then picked back up, "Then he smiled and told me that if I told any teacher, he'd do even worse to me... Then I left, crying all the way back."
"So," Ron snarled, extremely pale and red in the ears, "he got cheeky like he did in the carraige?"
Kit nodded, then wiped her eyes, determined not to cry, "He hasn't talked to me since, well, except when we were paired up today, I tipped my cauldron accidently, he had put a hand on my thigh, and then blamed it on anger..."
The twins both looked grimly at the two, "Well, that's the whole thing. Er...does that help you any?" Fred scratched his head and looked at Harry.
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"That's horrible!" Hermione gasped, shifting on the edge of Kit's bed, "How did Harry take it?"
"He left before I could find out," Kit was shaking, "He kept muttering things and sneering as he left...Ron stayed with us though."
"Was he alright with it?" Hermione asked warily, "He was probably worse than Harry...knowing his temper..."
"Actually, he was just worried," Kit said, smiling, "He said that he would've understood if I had told him before, but he was glad that I finally did...guess this all just gives you more of a reason to hate Malfoy, eh?"
She smiled at Kit and peeked out the curtain, "Lavender's still gone... Parvati's finally asleep..."
Kit smiled, "Lavender has a date tonight..."
Hermione's eyes bulged, "With who?! Do I know him?"
"Well...he is in Gryffindor and...he's a prefect..."
"Seamus?!" Hermione gasped, then started to giggle, "That's good! I know she's liked him since third year...told me so!"
Hermione yawned, then looked at her wristwatch, "Goodness! It's already midnight! We must get some sleep!"
Kit smiled as Hermione left, then rolled over onto her side and closed her eyes. George was right, she did feel exceptionally better! Letting all doubts escape her, she dozed off into a soundless sleep.
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I can't believe it! I won't believe it! It's not possible! No one could be so horrible to another person without being under some spell...yes...a spell! I could ask 'Mione...or...damn!
It was Saturday, and Harry paced the commonroom floor, thinking wildly to himself. He wasn't at all ready to face anything or anyone today. His head was scrambled and his mind in a haze. Maybe if he just faked sick...no, he needed to do well this year. He glanced over at Ron and Ginny, who whispering and looking at the girl's stairs hopefully.
"Hey," Harry looked around and saw Dean Thomas and Neville Longbottom coming towards him.
"Hey," He muttered back.
"Er--I was just wondering what this Patronus meeting is all about...I can't wait to try it out! It sounds awesome..."
"Patronuses are really hard to produce," Harry said hastily, "So...don't be disappointed if you can't work it! I had a really terrible time trying to do them...but of course I practiced on a dementor-boggart so..."
Neville looked up at him admiringly, "I hope I can...It would be great to know!"
Harry looked past them as they started to talk to each other about what they thought their's might be, trying to catch a glimpse of Kit descending the stars, he really needed to talk with her. And, there she was, but she didn't notice him, instead...she went straight to Ginny and Ron.
"Well, we still have until four..." Harry said, finally taking his eyes away from his cousin, "I really hope that I can get in a bit of practice until then, Quidditch that is!"
Neville and Dean nodded, then said goodbye as Harry went over to Ron.
"Hey, mate," Ron smiled, "Up for a bit of practice? I really need to train up before our first game, only a week away."
"Yeah," Harry said, "I was just about to come get you !"
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Kit stood at the edge of the Great Hall, waiting to go to the stage and perform with her group. She had been grouped with Draco Malfoy, Fred and George Weasley, Cho Chang, and Lavender Brown. Lavender was waiting with wide eyes as the first group got onto the stage. They themselves were group #7, and they were directly behind Harry, Neville, Hannah Abbot, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Angelina Johnson and Derek Kingston, group 6.
The group on the stage now was getting instructions from Arabella Figg. The group on the stage now was Padma and Parvati Patil, Ron, Hermione, Alicia Spinnet, and Kyle Holland. Hermione was trying to do her's, and producing a vague outline of some type of bird, but it faded too quickly too tell. Ron had his already, the crowd around them bursting into applause.
"Wow!" George gasped, "My little brother produced a Patronus on his second try! What is it though?"
Fred's eyes widened, "It's a manticore!"
And sure enough, there was a large silvery half-man/half-scorpion like Patronus, looking around menacingly as students cheered and whistled. Harry was waiting for his turn to try as Padma Patil shot vapory wisps out of her wand. Harry leaned over and whispered something to her, making her smile and screw her face up as she attempted it for the seventh time. This time, she produced a silvery falcon, that swooped across the room, then alighted upon her wrist and disappeared in a glittering mist.
"That was wicked!" A sixth year in front of them gasped as Ron's Patronus disappeared as well. Now Kyle and Harry were doing there's.
Harry produced his straight away, a large glittering silver stag galloping around the length of the stage then turning back to him. Kyle had a little trouble at first, but then he finally did it...
At once, the Hall filled with screams and shrieks from the girls and Ron fainted as Kyle's Patronus erupted from the tip of his wand. It was a gigantic silver spider, almost seven feet tall. Kyle watched it with admiration as it glanced around, then folded it's legs and sat on the stage. Hermione, whose Patronus was a large peacock, finally roused Ron, who was sweating and sputtering. Parvati was edging towards Alicia, who was looking at the spider with an apprehensive expression. It was their turn, so they attempted it as Kyle's Patronus vanished. Parvati's Patronus came upon her twelfth try, a tall, translucent warrior, with a huge scimitar. He was standing in front of her and looking around bravely.
Alicia produced hers, a large glimmering eagle that soared across the crowd, then disappeared over them. The group left the stage and let the second one come up...
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A/N: The end!
Chapter Seventeen: Meeting Number One!
Kit smiled at George's horrorstruck expression, the glanced desperately at Fred, who was rubbing noses with Angelina.
"OY!" He called, making everyone look up from there papers, "Get over here, FRED!"
Fred looked at Angelina, who nodded and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He stood up and walked over to the two, looking mad and dumbfounded.
"What?" He asked curtly, "Why did you call me, oh bestest Brother George?"
"She wants to tell Harry."
Fred looked between the two, waiting for one of them to say, 'HA!', but no one did. Defeated, he sank down to the floor, looking up at Kit with questioning eyes, "Are you sure?"
"Obviously...I think he ought to know."
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"Ron can stay," Kit objected as Ron attempted to leave with Hermione, "I hope that you want to, don't you?"
"What about Hermione?"
Kit bit her lip, "I'll tell her later, sorry Hermione..."
Hermione smiled consolingly, "It's fine, I've kept things from you too...Now we're even!"
Kit watched her leave, settling herself on the seat beside Ron. The twins looked at her hopefully, but she kept her mouth closed.
"Well, since Kit doesn't seem to want to tell the story herself..." George began, "We'll have to tell it from memory."
Fred took up after he stopped, "Well, from what we know, Kit had a good first half hour, actually getting the potion right, but doing miserably on her written portion."
"Then, she started to feel a bit...uneasy." George said uncertainly, "Mal---"
"Look, I don't want to make you do this...I'll tell them myself." Kit drew in a deep breath, "As they said, I was doing fine until we actually started to talk. Draco decided that it was time to start badgering me about...you," She looked at Harry and Ron, "but I did stick up for you."
She watched them smile grimly, then continued, "He was asking a lot of things, but mainly he wanted to know about Derek, you see, I had told him about him.
"He started to get a little touchy and I just froze..."
Harry scowled, "That's just like him..."
"Please don't interrupt me, this is hard enough to say as it is!" Kit sighed, "As I was saying, I couldn't even react. I just sat there, looking at him with all the hatred I could muster. Then, he had the audacity to ask how...h-h-how it felt..."
Kit's eyes teared up, but she just continued, "I still couldn't do anything...I just sat there, now shocked. Finally, I came to my senses and told him to get off of me...but he just laughed." Her voice faltered, "H-he...tried to k-kiss me, but I just pulled back, not l-looking at him now, then he got angry. He grabbed my arm and t-twisted it and t-then he...he..."
She looked at the twins, then turned away, not able to finish the rest. Fred finished it for her, "He threw her out of her chair, then he kissed her while she was down."
Kit put her hand up, signaling him to stop, then picked back up, "Then he smiled and told me that if I told any teacher, he'd do even worse to me... Then I left, crying all the way back."
"So," Ron snarled, extremely pale and red in the ears, "he got cheeky like he did in the carraige?"
Kit nodded, then wiped her eyes, determined not to cry, "He hasn't talked to me since, well, except when we were paired up today, I tipped my cauldron accidently, he had put a hand on my thigh, and then blamed it on anger..."
The twins both looked grimly at the two, "Well, that's the whole thing. Er...does that help you any?" Fred scratched his head and looked at Harry.
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"That's horrible!" Hermione gasped, shifting on the edge of Kit's bed, "How did Harry take it?"
"He left before I could find out," Kit was shaking, "He kept muttering things and sneering as he left...Ron stayed with us though."
"Was he alright with it?" Hermione asked warily, "He was probably worse than Harry...knowing his temper..."
"Actually, he was just worried," Kit said, smiling, "He said that he would've understood if I had told him before, but he was glad that I finally did...guess this all just gives you more of a reason to hate Malfoy, eh?"
She smiled at Kit and peeked out the curtain, "Lavender's still gone... Parvati's finally asleep..."
Kit smiled, "Lavender has a date tonight..."
Hermione's eyes bulged, "With who?! Do I know him?"
"Well...he is in Gryffindor and...he's a prefect..."
"Seamus?!" Hermione gasped, then started to giggle, "That's good! I know she's liked him since third year...told me so!"
Hermione yawned, then looked at her wristwatch, "Goodness! It's already midnight! We must get some sleep!"
Kit smiled as Hermione left, then rolled over onto her side and closed her eyes. George was right, she did feel exceptionally better! Letting all doubts escape her, she dozed off into a soundless sleep.
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I can't believe it! I won't believe it! It's not possible! No one could be so horrible to another person without being under some spell...yes...a spell! I could ask 'Mione...or...damn!
It was Saturday, and Harry paced the commonroom floor, thinking wildly to himself. He wasn't at all ready to face anything or anyone today. His head was scrambled and his mind in a haze. Maybe if he just faked sick...no, he needed to do well this year. He glanced over at Ron and Ginny, who whispering and looking at the girl's stairs hopefully.
"Hey," Harry looked around and saw Dean Thomas and Neville Longbottom coming towards him.
"Hey," He muttered back.
"Er--I was just wondering what this Patronus meeting is all about...I can't wait to try it out! It sounds awesome..."
"Patronuses are really hard to produce," Harry said hastily, "So...don't be disappointed if you can't work it! I had a really terrible time trying to do them...but of course I practiced on a dementor-boggart so..."
Neville looked up at him admiringly, "I hope I can...It would be great to know!"
Harry looked past them as they started to talk to each other about what they thought their's might be, trying to catch a glimpse of Kit descending the stars, he really needed to talk with her. And, there she was, but she didn't notice him, instead...she went straight to Ginny and Ron.
"Well, we still have until four..." Harry said, finally taking his eyes away from his cousin, "I really hope that I can get in a bit of practice until then, Quidditch that is!"
Neville and Dean nodded, then said goodbye as Harry went over to Ron.
"Hey, mate," Ron smiled, "Up for a bit of practice? I really need to train up before our first game, only a week away."
"Yeah," Harry said, "I was just about to come get you !"
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Kit stood at the edge of the Great Hall, waiting to go to the stage and perform with her group. She had been grouped with Draco Malfoy, Fred and George Weasley, Cho Chang, and Lavender Brown. Lavender was waiting with wide eyes as the first group got onto the stage. They themselves were group #7, and they were directly behind Harry, Neville, Hannah Abbot, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Angelina Johnson and Derek Kingston, group 6.
The group on the stage now was getting instructions from Arabella Figg. The group on the stage now was Padma and Parvati Patil, Ron, Hermione, Alicia Spinnet, and Kyle Holland. Hermione was trying to do her's, and producing a vague outline of some type of bird, but it faded too quickly too tell. Ron had his already, the crowd around them bursting into applause.
"Wow!" George gasped, "My little brother produced a Patronus on his second try! What is it though?"
Fred's eyes widened, "It's a manticore!"
And sure enough, there was a large silvery half-man/half-scorpion like Patronus, looking around menacingly as students cheered and whistled. Harry was waiting for his turn to try as Padma Patil shot vapory wisps out of her wand. Harry leaned over and whispered something to her, making her smile and screw her face up as she attempted it for the seventh time. This time, she produced a silvery falcon, that swooped across the room, then alighted upon her wrist and disappeared in a glittering mist.
"That was wicked!" A sixth year in front of them gasped as Ron's Patronus disappeared as well. Now Kyle and Harry were doing there's.
Harry produced his straight away, a large glittering silver stag galloping around the length of the stage then turning back to him. Kyle had a little trouble at first, but then he finally did it...
At once, the Hall filled with screams and shrieks from the girls and Ron fainted as Kyle's Patronus erupted from the tip of his wand. It was a gigantic silver spider, almost seven feet tall. Kyle watched it with admiration as it glanced around, then folded it's legs and sat on the stage. Hermione, whose Patronus was a large peacock, finally roused Ron, who was sweating and sputtering. Parvati was edging towards Alicia, who was looking at the spider with an apprehensive expression. It was their turn, so they attempted it as Kyle's Patronus vanished. Parvati's Patronus came upon her twelfth try, a tall, translucent warrior, with a huge scimitar. He was standing in front of her and looking around bravely.
Alicia produced hers, a large glimmering eagle that soared across the crowd, then disappeared over them. The group left the stage and let the second one come up...
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A/N: The end!