Riles: Sue me for forgetting to edit :P

IndigoStar12020: Basically that I had to finish the rest of the chapter as I was ready to post it… Yeah, didn't make that clear… Oh well.

Resentment: xDDD Harry carrying Vikki? You really over analyzed that sentence! Jebus… xD Well, it's good that you're into your charrie… It helps. Lol.

"Hermione and I have had an interesting relationship…"

"He's been in denial for years! He only told me in the beginning of last summer!" exclaimed Harry.

Ron glared. "I've hurt her a few times… Emotionally, I mean… Or so I've gathered… I'm not sure if she's completely forgiven me for all those things I've done…"

Vikki blinked. "Well, care to give me an example of whatever it is you want to call it? Drama, perhaps?"

"Erm… Well, there was the Yule Ball…"

"Ooh, didn't she go with Viktor Krum?"

"Yes…" replied Ron through gritted teeth.

"She's so lucky… I've always thought of him as charming…"

"Really?" asked Ron, an amused look on his face.

Harry raised his eyebrows. "What's so great about him, anyway?"

"Well, he's a fantastic at Quidditch and I love a great Quidditch player."

"You should be in love with Harry then! Not that bloke!" snapped Ron.

"Wow… Um… No," said Vikki, shaking her head.

Harry blinked, not sure whether to take offense or not. "What exactly did that mean?"

"I'm not saying you're horrible or anything. I just… Don't think you need any more fan girls, is all…"

"Oh, I see…" said Harry, still unsure about everything.

"So, back to the ball… Did you get jealous?" questioned Vikki, looking over at Ron.

"Yeah…"

"He admits it!" shouted Harry.

"Cute…" said Vikki.

"Shut up, you two…" Ron frowned, "I was fourteen…"

"And your seventeen now…. Correct?"

"Yeah, so?"

Vikki smirked. "Nothing," she said, sweetly.

Ron stared at her and shook his head. "Anyway… I really like her… But I have no idea how or when to tell her and I have no clue if she likes me back…"

"Just lay low for a while, things'll change," said Vikki, shrugging.

"That's it?" asked Ron, with an annoyed look on his face. "… That's all?"

"Well, what do you want me to give you a word for word script to say to her every time you come across her?"

"Not exactly…"

"Well, all right then! When the time is right, you'll know and I'll help you. Got it?"

"Okay," said Ron, a bit of disappointment in his voice. "I'm going to go catch up on Prefect's duties. See you two later,"

"Bye," chorused Harry and Vikki.

Harry turned to look back at Vikki and noticed she was still looking after Ron. He narrowed his eyebrows and cleared his throat. No response.

"Erm… Vikki?"

"Hmm?" she asked slowly looking back at him.

"You okay?" he asked blinking.

"Me? Yeah…" she said looking down the hall. She quickly looked back at Harry. "Fine… Why?"

"You were just…Er..."

"Oh, it's nothing… Ron's just adorable, is all," she said, shrugging.

"Is that all? So, you think you fancy him?" he asked, a little worried. It wouldn't be the brightest idea to give her the assignment of getting him to lighten up to Hermione, if she wanted him all to herself. Then again, it was a silly accusation, they barely knew each other.

"Are you kidding me? No! I just think it's cute how he doesn't know what to do when it comes to girls and such."

"Oh…" said Harry, feeling a little awkward. Although he wasn't compltely sure why.

"You can head up to the common room, if you like," said Vikki. "I'll just hang here for a while or something before heading over to mine."

"No, I'm fine here."

"Suit your self," she said, smiling lightly. "So, what do you want to talk about?"

"Oh, I don't know…" Harry lied.

He had many things on his mind to discuss with her. Though, she knew it wouldn't do any good to talk about her father. Nor would she probably be as willing to anyway.

"I got one. Who do YOU fancy at this school?"

Harry looked down a little. "No one, really…" he admitted. "Not right now, anyway. Besides, it wouldn't be fair to whoever I like to get involved with them. They have the risk of dying… And that's something I don't want to bear with."

"I understand," she said, nodding. "That is a wise decision you've made, Potter. I'm impressed."

"Its common sense, for me," shrugged Harry.

"Well, let's say there was someone you'd like to date in school… Who would it be?"

Harry thought for a moment and sighed. "Oh, I don't know! What about you? Anyone you're looking out for? Besides Krum, of course…"

"I wasn't going to say Krum… But… I don't know either, honestly," she said, blinking.

"Yeah, right…" said Harry, rolling his eyes.

"No, really!"

"There has to be someone."

"I could say the same to you!"

"Just name someone who you wouldn't mind dating," suggested Harry.

"Um… Blaise... maybe… if I didn't know so much about him…"

"Interesting…" said Harry, nodding lightly.

"Well, don't mock me. You choose now!"

"Ginny Weasley," said Harry, getting up from his place on the floor.

"Really?" Vikki nearly squealed.

"Yeah," he said, staring down at her.

"That's cute, you should ask her out."

"No, what did I just say about that?"

"Oh, right… How about a fling?"

"I've never had this 'fling' you speak of, Vik."

"Oh, they're fun," she said, rising from the floor as well.

"Wait… Um… What exactly have you done in your flings?"

"I'm still a virgin, if that's what you're wondering about," said Vikki, raising an eyebrow.

"Erm… Not quite, but that helps," said Harry, starting to walk out of the hall.

Vikki laughed. "Sorry to put it a little blunt, but how else was I to say it?"

"It's fine. I should've known what you were aiming at anyway," he said, looking around the Entrance Hall.

He spotted that one Slytherin boy that Ron said he recognized. He didn't realize how tall he was. He almost looked Harry's age! He narrowed his eyebrows and was wondering whether to talk to him or not. He figured it wouldn't hurt to. He sighed and looked back at Vikki.

"Excuse me…" said Harry, slowly jogging away from Vikki and over to the boy. "Erm, hello," he said, catching up to him.

The tall boy tilted his head down a bit, his blue eyes glaring down at him. It was quite evident he was in Slytherin. "Yeah?"

"Are you a first year?"

"No, seventh," the boy responded.

"Oh… I noticed you were being sorted today…"

"Yeah, I had a few problems, left school and returned… Had to resort me," he said, shrugging.

"Did you change houses?"

"No," he replied.

Harry gave a light nod. "Erm… Nice… Well, I'm Ha—"

"Raymond!" squealed Vikki, smiling. "I wasn't paying much attention during the sorting, but I could've sworn I saw you and now it's true and I'm so happy!"

"Oh, hey," he said, smiling a little. He looked back at Harry. "Yeah, I definitely know you're Harry Potter. I'm Ray Jacobs, well; I got to be off… See you later, coming, Vikki?"

"Yes! Bye, Harry!" said Vikki, smiling as she strolled off with Ray, chattering away.

Harry frowned. "Great… Alone again," he said, sighing as he turned to walk up the Entrance Hall steps.

He hoped this year would be different from the others. Eventful, but nothing too exciting. Although, Harry knew that was nearly impossible, with Voldemort still running about, an all. Harry mumbled the password and entered the Gryffindor Common Room. He smiled seeing Hermione and Ron sitting near the fire, with no sign of an argument arising.

"Hey you guys," said Harry, taking a seat in a chair.

Ron jumped and made an annoyed look, as Hermione brightened up in an instant.

"Oh, Harry! I was wondering where you were. With Vikki, right?"

"For a while... She ran off with the conspiracy Slytherin kid," said Harry.

"It's not a conspiracy... I've seen that kid!"

"Well, that kid is a seventh year."

"What? Why was he being resorted?" asked Hermione.

"Some issue thing... I don't know," said Harry. "Vikki seemed to know him, too, so don't feel out of the conspiracy loop."

"Really?" asked Ron.

"Why you so surprised?" asked Hermione.

"No reason," shrugged Ron.

Hermione gave him a skeptical look. "I'm going to bed. I really don't feel like staying up with you two talking nonsense... Besides, we have workloads to focus on tomorrow. I suggest you go to bed, soon, as well."

"Yeah sure, Hermione," said Ron, dismissing the advice.

Hermione glared, gave Ron a quick rap in the back of his head, smiled sweetly at him as he winced, and walked up to her dorm room.

Ron narrowed his eyebrows and turned to look back at Harry. "Remind me..." he said, quietly."Why do I like her?"

"It's called fate, my friend," said Harry, leaning back in his seat.

"Hey, Harry, Ron!" said a familiar voice.

Harry turned around and raised an eyebrow. It was the boy they had seen at the Ministry of Magic.

"I know you, but I don't remember your name," said Harry.

"Ashton Valentine," he said, taking a seat.

"Oh, right," said Ron, nodding his head.

"Wait a second... Did you say Valentine?"

"Yeah, I think so," said Ashton, giving him an odd look.

"Do you have six sisters? One named Vikki and another named Morissa?" questioned Harry.

"Yup, that's two of the lot... Met 'me?"

"I've met Vikki, never heard of Morissa," said Ron, looking over at Harry.

"According to Vik, you don't want to," said Harry. "True fact?" he asked, turning to Ashton.

"Oh, indeed," he said, nodding.

"Great..." said Ron blinking.

"Ashton, what are you doing talking to these two like you know them?" questioned a tall girl, with dark brown hair.

"I do know them, thanks, Jen," sneered Ashton.

"Ugh... I am so sorry, for my little brother's stupidity... You see he enjoys talking to important people and act like he knows them..."

"Don't worry about it, we know him... You're his sister, right?" asked Harry.

"Yes..." she said, smiling. "I'm Jennifer Valentine," she said, extending her hand.

"I'm Harry Potter," he said, shaking hers. "And that's Ron Weasley."

"Hi..." said Ron, quietly.

"Hello," she said, smiling over at him.

"I think Hermione was right, Ron... We should turn in right about now," said Harry, yawning.

"Oh... All right..." said Ron, sighing, as he got out of his seat. "Until tomorrow, you two..." he said, turning to go upstairs.

"Yeah, goodnight," said Harry, following Ron upstairs.

Harry looked around to see Dean, Seamus, and Neville discussing something in the corner. They spotted him and Ron walk in and beckoned them over.

Harry shook his head, slowly. "Not tonight guys, I'm sleepy..."

Ron gave Harry a weird look and shrugged. "Fine then, mate. Sleep tight, I'm going over," he said, walking over to join them.

Harry blinked and shook his head as he crawled into his four poster. He stared at the ceiling, not really all that tired. He knew he had Charms in the morning. It wasn't a particularly boring class, but usually the first few days weren't the best. Remembering a few random thoughts, like still having to take the apparation test and how he couldn't remember if he finished his Potion's homework or not, he drifted off to sleep soundly.