"Hi Harry!" I said as soon as he came through the portrait hole. "Fancy a Gillywater?"
"No thanks," said Harry. "I don't like it much."
Plan B.
"Well, then take these anyway," I said thrusting a box into his hands. "Chocolate Cauldron, they've got Firewhisky in them. My Gran sent them to me, but I don't like them." It's true.
"Oh-right-thanks a lot, " he said, he seems at a loss for words. "Err-I'm just going over here with…"
His voice trailed off as he rushed after the bushy-haired girl, Heather…or Helen or something…anyway, that plan didn't go too horribly, he has the cauldrons…I hurried upstairs and put the Gillywater in a bottle.
"Waste not."
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As far as anyone knew, Harry had yet to ask anyone to Slughorn's Christmas party, which was drawing close and to my knowledge, Harry had yet to consume any Love potion. Humph. Someone must have alerted him to our plans, must have been that bushy-haired girl. A girl in my Charms class informed me that her name's Harmonee (A/N: I do know how to spell Hermione, "Harmonee" is a Latin name I found on a baby name list website.). If only I could get rid of her, she's only in the way.
Someone has probably already told you who Harry ended up going with, but the way I found out was simply awful.
I met Peeves in the hall on the way to DADA.
"Potty and Lonny sitting in tree! Potty asked Lonny to go to the Party! Potty luves Lonny!"
"NNOOOOOO!"
"Potty luvessss Loooonnnnnyyyy!"
"All my work! For Nothing! The Agony!"
I began to chuck my Books at Peeves.
"They're Lies! LIES!"
"No Fibs, Potty asks Lonny to the Party, bet they'll be getting up to lots of things"
"No! I won't-"
"Miss Vane!" Professor McGonagall had rounded the corner and caught me mid-lob. "Stop this at once! We do not throw things in the corridors"
"But-"
"Enough! 5 points from Gryffindor!"
And she left me to clean up my book, scowling.
We heard the rumors of how Harry had, out of the blue, asked the school's resident freak, Luna "Loony" Lovegood, but we had to know the truth.
So on the night of Slughorn's Christmas Ball we all gathered in the entrance hall and glowered at Luna from the Corners. None of us had ever much cared for the oddball, Loony Luna so it was nothing partially out of the ordinary for us giggling at her bizarre silver robes. But it the giggles quickly turned to sulks and mutters as we watched Harry lead her away.
"I didn't want to believe it"
"But it's true"
"I want her to die"
"That doesn't sound right"
"Slowly and painfully"
"That's better."
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Quidditich was always a highly anticipated part of Hogwarts life and as always, even more enjoyable when Harry played. This match featured Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff and the noise was positively deafening as Harry walked onto the pitch clutching his Firebolt.
"I LOVE YOU HARRY!"
Shrieking vows of undying love poured from our section of the stands, among other things. Harry took off into the air serenaded by Loony's bizarre commentary. We sighed and gazed longingly at him as he cut through the air in search of the snitch.
"He's such a great flyer"
"Yeeaaah"
"I wish I was that broomstick."
"Mmmmhmmm"
But then something happened then that caused us to stare opened mouthed at the pitch, McLaggen had commandeered one of the beaters bats and was swinging it at an oncoming Bludger, then it happened.
"NOOOO!"
"HARRY!"
"YOU IDIOT!" I bellowed at McLaggen as Harry plummeted towards the ground after being hit in the head by his keeper's mis-hit Bludger. I hung over the edge of the stands cursing at McLaggen as the beaters caught an unconscious Harry. Then I remember I was a witch.
"I'll hex him to within an inch of his life!" I threatened banishing my wand furiously.
"No, Romilda!" someone grabbed my wand arm and pulled it out of range, I let out a yell of frustration as someone took my wand.
"I don't care!" I shouted dangerously, "I'll hurt him with my bare hands I don't need a wand!"
The girls backed off, hopping that I was content to hang over the edge, continuing my cursing at the great brute, McLaggen.
"Wait, aren't we forgetting something…"
We looked at reach other and screamed "Harry!"
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"But you don't understand! We need to see him!" Sara begged Madam Pomfrey as she blocked the entrance to the hospital wing.
A group of girls and well-wishers crowded outside the door some clutching get well cards or flowers, some even in tears waiting to hear what was to become of our Chosen one. I threw myself at her feet and clutched her robes with shaking hands, "please! Tell me he'll live!" I sobbed.
"Calm down dear!" she said edging away and removing my claw-like hands from her skirts, "the boys only got a cracked scull, he'll be good as new in no time!"
"Thank Merlin!" I said standing up. "You must let us see him!"
The crowd broke out in pleas at once.
"Silence!" and there was. She turned to me. "And what, pray tell, is your relation to Mr. Potter?"
"Errrrr…." I don't think 'Future true love' would be expectable.
"I'm sorry, but how much you may love-" she rolled her eyes "-Mr. Potter, I'm afraid I can't let you see him, now leave." She shut the door.
Sara burst into tears.
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