Scream
"So, finally got hungry?" smirked Harry to his sister as she sat down next to him.
"Shut up now, Harry, before I make you shut up," said Chelsea in her I'm-so-not-in-the-mood tone. The rest of the Gryffindors (excluding Ron and Hermione) went all "Ooooo" and Harry obviously couldn't take it.
"Yeah? Make me!" challenged Harry.
"I'm not in the mood Harry, so please just shut up," Chelsea replied as she put her pork in her mouth. Harry refused to back down.
"Why, scared?"
"Yes, Harry, I'm so afraid of you," replied Chelsea sarcastically.
"Yeah, you better be. Or else you'll be so sor-"
"SILENCIO!" shouted Chelsea as she pointed her wand at Harry. His mouth kept on moving but no sound came out of his mouth.
"Like I said, Harry, I'm not in the mood. Maybe next time you should deflate your head a little," said Chelsea as she got up and left the table back to the common room.
At the common room, Chelsea did not feel like going back to her Potions essay. She wanted to talk to someone, but who should she talk to? The first person that came into her mind was obviously Ron, but they were in some awkward moments, thanks to her stupid words earlier that afternoon. The next person was Hermione, but she was at dinner. Harry was the next person, but she was too annoyed by him. Her parents are probably blowing up the house by now. The next person was Sirius.
Her godfather would understand, wouldn't he? Harry is so much like James, and Sirius have been friends with James forever, so he might understand. She quickly got out the two-way mirror that Sirius gave her and Harry last Christmas, and shouted, "SIRIUS BLACK!"
In a quick second, Sirius' head popped into the mirror and he looked so...messy.
"Hiya, Chels. What's going on?"
"Hi Sirius. I just hexed Harry and right now I'm expecting mum's howler to come tomorrow morning."
"Ok. So, how are you?"
"Annoyed. You?"
"Yeah, I'm kind of busy right now, so, can I get back to you later? I got myself a girl here,"
"You disgust me. So much of a godfather you are," said Chelsea sarcastically, and Sirius' image faded out of the mirror.
Chelsea sat on a couch in front of one of the fireplaces. She starred into the glowing fire as her mind battles.
"Why are you living like this, Chelsea?"
"Because I've got an asshole for a brother and a dim-witted mind."
"No, it's mostly of your dim-witted mind. You know you still like Ron"
"No, I don't. I do not like him"
"You were never good at lying, Chelsea."
"I, Chelsea Lilian Potter, have no feelings whatsoever towards Ronald Arthur Weasley!"
"Yes you do, Chelsea, and you might as well tell him"
"What if he doesn't feel the same way anymore"
"Only one way to find out, now, right?"
"I'm going mad," said Chelsea to herself as the portrait hole swung open and students started coming in.
"Chelsea," she heard a soft voice called her name. Chelsea turned around to find Hermione standing in front of her.
"What?"
"I just want to say...I'm sorry about Harry," Hermione said apologetically.
Chelsea smiled, " It's not your fault. He's got my dad's genes, that's all."
"And if you need anyone to talk to, anyone who's a girl, I'm there for you," replied Hermione.
"Thanks, 'Mione," Chelsea said as they hugged.
"Aw, this is a Hallmark moment, isn't it, Ron?" Harry said from the background as he picked up Hermione's magical camera and snapped a couple of pictures.
"Harry, don't make it worse, please," said Hermione sharply.
"Well, she didn't have to hex me in the first place!"
"Yeah, I did, my brother," pipped Chelsea suddenly.
"Yeah? For what reason?"
"I asked you to shut up, but I think your brain was jammed because of all those tortilla chips that you ate, so you kept on talking, and I just had to hex you," explained Chelsea.
"I...I..." Harry was speechless. Chelsea stormed out of the common room to lay down on her bed. She starred at the ceiling and fell asleep...
In the middle of that night, Chelsea suddenly woke up. She sat on her bed, looking down at herself to find that she was still wearing her uniforms and her potions essay is due...(looks at her alarm clock-it was 4 a.m. in the morning)...5 hours from now! She changed into her pajamas (green tank top and blue pants with monkeys on them) and put on her bunny slippers. Her black hair was tied into a ponytail. She gathered her potions essay and went down to the common room to finish it.
She sat on an armchair in front of one of the fireplaces and got started. In less than one hour, she finished it brilliantly. She went upstairs to go back to sleep for 1 other hour .
Meanwhile, at he boys' dormitory...
At five o'clock in the morning, all of the boys with the exception of Harry and Ron were fast asleep. Harry got out his invisible cloak and sheltered himself and Ron. They went into the girls' dormitory, and headed straight for Chelsea's night stand. They found her diary laying down on the night stand and quickly they looked for the page. At last, they found it. The entry was a bit blurry-because Chelsea was in tears when she wrote it. Harry took off the clock off them and whispered to Ron as he read the entry.
May 29
I broke up with Ron.
IS THERE MORE TO SAY?
I broke up with Ron.
It's not his fault, of course, it's mine. It's ALWAYS mine.
I was afraid to lose him because he's a QUIDDITCH player. I mean, I am, too, but after that championship match, he blocked every shot that all of the good-looking girls in this school started going after him. An me? I'm not a good-looking girl. I know that he's going to dump me for another girl soon. I just know that it was going to happen, especially after last night, after he emptied out his bookbag that was filled with love letters from other girls. I just had to end it before I get hurt. So, in a way, I was saving myself. Or at least that's what I thought. But, you know, I was hurting myself. How do I know that he's going to dump me? Have I seen him flirting with another girl lately? No. How can I be so paranoid! And stupid! I wanna say that I didn't mean what I said right about now, but what kind of psycho make up with her ex-boyfriend 5 minutes after she broke things off with him?
This sucks...This is lower than low...
Chelsea
"And now we know why," said Ron out loud, waking Hermione up. Seeing the two boys in the girls' dormitory, Hermione freaked out and scream her head off. Instantly, all of the girls woke up and scream on top of their lungs. Chelsea ended the screaming when she noticed her brown journal on Harry's hand. Her face was red.
"I suggest that you get out, right now, before I hex you so bad that what you just did was the last thing that you did," shouted Chelsea as she raised her wand. Her face was red and she had lost her sleepiness. The two boys sprinted out of the girls' dormitory (Ron was holding Chelsea's diary still) and ran into the boys' dormitory. They stood still to catch their breaths and Ron held up the diary and Harry just smiled as he caught his breath.
"Ok, I'm off to dreamland," said Harry as he went off to sleep. Ron couldn't sleep; he was to overjoyed about having Chelsea's diary in his hand. He did not care about her reaction afterwards, the only thing that he cared about was reading (yes, reading) that diary that holds so much about the girl that he loves so much. He couldn't read it in the boys' dormitory-it was too uncomfortable- so he decided to read it in the common room that he thought was empty.
He had reached the last step when he heard a sob. A girl was sitting on an armchair in front of a fireplace. She had a dark brown hair that was tied to a ponytail. She was crying quietly. Ron stepped down to see clearly who she was (it could've been any girl with a dark brown hair). He recognized her emerald eyes immediately. Chelsea Potter's green eyes were filled with tears and her face as well as her eyes were red.
"I'm okay," she said between sobs as she wipes her tears from her red cheeks. Ron sat down on the sofa next to her.
"So that's why you broke up with me?" asked Ron. Chelsea did not move a muscle nor say anything.
"You were afraid that you were going to lose me? That's it?" said Ron, with a sad smile.
Chelsea sobbed again. "You must think I'm a selfish idiot now, huh?"
"No, I think you're the Chelsea Potter that I've known six years ago. The Chelsea who almost quit her Quidditch team on her fifth year after seeing numbers of other good chasers. She was afraid that she was going to be replaced, because she wasn't flying so well that time and she just had to hex her brother every practice," said Ron as he beamed at her. She looked at him, still not believing that he would go through all these just to get back with her. Sneaking out of his dormitory, going into the girls' dormitory, stealing her diary, and almost skipping dinner, although he had skipped lunch before dinner.
"Why, Ron? Why would you skip lunch and sneak into our dormitory and steal my diary?" asked Chelsea numbly.
"Do you really think that I'm going to dump you because of th attentions I got after the match? Do you really think that?" asked Ron back.
"Well, yes...I guess," said Chelsea, looking down at her toes.
"Chels, I would never stoop that low. I mean, I would never break up with you because of that reason,"
"Why wouldn't you?"
"First, Harry'll probably kill me, second, because I care about you, and..." stooped Ron suddenly.
"And what?"
"Nah, nothing." He stood up and looked outside the window nearby.
"Ron, you know perfectly well of my ability to force things out of people," said Chelsea. She stood next to Ron and gazed outside the window.
"Fine..."
"Good. Now tell me"
"Because I never felt this way about a girl before"
"How do you feel?"
Ron never answered this question but he leaned in and kissed Chelsea deeply. Surprised, Chelsea returned the kiss and it broke when they heard footsteps from the stairs (that leads to the dormitory). Unsurprisingly, it was Harry, Seamus, Dean, Neville, and Hermione.
"It's about time! You were driving us all mad!" yelled Harry. Ron and Chelsea just beamed at them...