"So I've heard Slughorn's having a Party?"
Looking him right in the eye, and sipping my butterbeer, trying to appear casual, when really it was like drinking lead.
"Er…you heard right."
"I probably won't be going, no invite," I added smoothly, "yet."
"That's interesting." He replied trying to inch his way out of the thick wall of girls surrounding him.
"Harry," said Sara, "I'm free?"
Smooth
"Yes, free to get more crisps." Secondyears, Honestly! I shoved her away towards a table laden with food and drinks. "Anyway, where were we?"
"I gotta go." He forced his way out.
"Oh, fiddlesticks!" I grunted, "lost him again!"
"We'll get him next time," said Stacey, "We have a few things up our sleeves."
At that point Sara returned "Got the crisps, where'd he go?"
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My last chance to nab him, at the party, failed. He dodged me on his way out the portrait-hole on his way after that bushy-haired girl.
But with the holiday season, other opportunities emerged.
Along with the usual holly, Christmas trees and garland comes mistletoe. Oh, the possibilities were endless. The girls and I had taken to congregating under it in the halls whenever Harry came into view. Hey, it was worth a try, even if some less important people were trying to get through. Hey, they could find another way, Harry (unfortunately) had.
But mistletoe isn't always that reliable when you're getting this desperate, that's what love potion is for.
"Got it?"
"Got it."
"Good"
"Okay, so we've got the potion, now how to get it into our wizard?" I asked stroking my chin.
"We could put it in his drink" suggested Abby.
"Obviously" I rolled my eyes, "But we can't just drop it into his evening pumpkin juice? Someone would see us."
"We could restrain him!" piped up Sara, her eyes gleaming, "And force feed it to him!"
"That's seems a little rash." Said Stacey, frowning.
"Yes, but not completely out of the question," I sighed leaning up against one of the sinks. We had met in the bathroom, hoping it would be the best place to have this delicate conversation.
"We can always put it in food." Said a girl with short brown hair; "it doesn't have to be a drink."
"True"
Bam Bam Bam
"Everybody to class, no lollygaging in the toilets" came a voice from outside.
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"My little bottle of passion, my vile of desire." I muttered fingering the little pink perfume bottle of potion as I paced my dormitory. "How shall my fingers guide you to the lips of my one true love? How will I woo thee, Chosen one? Why must you fight me?"I strode in front of an open wardrobe mirror. "Hmmm… my plan's nothing partially brilliant Harry, but you give me no choice, you will be-"
"Romilda are you evil-monologuing again?" Abby asked as she opened the door.
"NO!"
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We were in a field of tall grass; a light breeze blew as we ran into each other's arms.
"Oh, Harry! I've waited so long!"
"Romilda my love!"
It felt so good to hear him say my name!
"Harry, When will we be together?" I held him close.
"Soon my love, But first you must do something for me?"
"Anything."
"Wake up."
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