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Chapter Thirteen

"Skylar! wake up!" Came a sharp voice.

"Whayowan?" I said stupidly, waking with a start. "Hermione? What time is it?" I could see light coming out of the window in the hallway.

"It's time for breakfast right now! Hurry up!" I stood up, stretching and yawning. I stumbled into the dormitory. At first I tried to remember why it was I was sleeping in the hallway, then it came to me. Harry and I had almost kissed last night. I heaved a sigh starting to feel steadily more stupid and embarrassed, as I got dressed.

I walked down to breakfast alone that morning. ("I will not be late just because you weren't responsible enough!" said Hermione). When I sat down next to Ron, with just enough time to eat some toast, Harry was struck with a sudden coughing fit, and excused himself to go to Madam Pomfrey to cure it.

"I don't think that was natural." I said gloomily to Hermione as I watched him exit the hall.

"Why not?" Said Ron curiously. Hermione suppressed a giggle. "What?"

"Didn't Harry tell you?" I asked, my eyebrows raised.

"Tell me what? No." Ron said.

"Oh. Good."

I walked into Charms and took my seat in front of Harry, without either of us saying anything to each other. I knocked over my ink-bottle.

"Oops!" I said starting to chew on my hair. I did that when I was nervous but couldn't talk. Class started, but I wasn't really paying any attention. I was startled when people started standing up to practice the Disillusionment Charm. I glanced at Harry. I caught his eye for a second before turning blushing bright red.

"Now pick a partner class." Professor Flitwick said over the loud chatter.

Predictably, Ron and Hermione chose each other and left Harry and me as partners. We walked nervously toward each other.

"Hi," Harry said awkwardly.

"Hey, Harry." I said. "Lovely day isn't it? Except the fact that you're getting sick. Why else would you cough, and cough, and cough, so much that you needed to go to the hospital wing? Unless of course you just had food poisoning! In that case the house-elves should be fired! But if not you really should lay down and rest so you don't get sick! Or go and take some pepper-up! That'd help you! Or is your coughing problem over? In that case you don't have to do any of the crap that I just said because you're not sick at all, and you won't be sick either. So how are you feeling? Good, bad, both? Wait, how could you feel both? Well I guess you could feel okay but not great. But then would that count as being sick? I hear the flu is going around. Do you think you have tha-"

"Skylar!" Harry interrupted loudly.

]"Oh….Sorry. We have to work on the Charm, huh?"

"Yeah. So do you want to try it first?"

"Sure." I tapped Harry hard on the head with the tip of my wand. A little too hard.

"Ow!" Harry said. The whole class stared at him "What?" he asked, a little confused. I looked guiltily at him. "What?" He said more suspiciously. People started to laugh. Even Ron and Hermione. "What?" He asked yet again. He scratched his head and his eyes widened. He began to feel his head franticly. His hair had vanished to be replaced by pink and blue Pokka-dots.

"Sorry, Harry!" I said, chewing on my hair again.

"That's okay, Skylar." Harry said, his face burning red with embarrassment, yet trying to stay calm.

"Umm, maybe you should go to Madam Pomfrey, to get your hair back, and those Pokka-dots removed."

"There are Pokka-dots?"

"Ooh, um yeah." Harry nodded slowly. "Here, take my hat." I took off my hat and set it lightly on his head. He adjusted it and left for the hospital wing.

Later that day after classes, Ron, Hermione, and I walked into the Gryffindor Tower, to find Harry sitting on an armchair by the fire, with a thick hot pink gel on his head.

"This is for the Pokka-Dots." He explained. "I'm supposed to go in tomorrow to my hair back."

"Well that's good news!" I said cheerfully. "You can re-grow your hair! And maybe a little less messy too! Oh, not that your hair is bad or anything! It's just, well you know messy. Did you ever try cutting it? Or brushing it for that matter? Ooh, sorry! Did I offend you? Your hair isn't really that bad! In fact it's nice! I like your hair! I guess. It can look okay when you brush it! But it didn't look its best today! It looked really bad today so you don't have to worry about-"

"Okay! I get it!"

"Oh. Sorry." I sat down and started chewing my hair.

"That's really is a bad habit, you know," Hermione said abruptly looking at me. "Chewing on your hair like that."

"Is it now?"

"Yes. Not only is it bad for your teeth, and your hair, if you were to swallow some by accident, you could get very ill."

"Good to know, Hermione." I said grabbing more hair with my tongue. She sighed, reached into her school bag and pulled out a book.

"We should get going on our homework." She said now pulling out parchment and a quill.

"Yeah, I guess so." I said wearily.

"What first?" Harry said reaching for his bag.

"Charms do you…What?" I said irritably. Ron was looking at me with a puzzled expression on his face.

"It's just…" he began.

"Yes?" I said.

"Since when are you our friend?"

"What?" I said blankly.

"Since when were you our friend?"

"Uuh…"

"No really. I never liked you very much. Before now!" He added hastily. I raised my eyebrows at him. "I mean, you talk to much, you're nosey, and clumsy, and you just made Harry's head look like my Aunt Gretchen's favorite dress." Harry looked as though he wanted to burst out laughing.

"So the truth comes out!" I said angrily. I slammed my book shut and stormed across the room for my dormitory. People watched me curiously as I went.

"You know just what to say, don't you Ron?" I heard Hermione say before their voices, and Harry's hysterical laughing died away.