Disclaimer: At the risk of sounding redundant, let me say this: We don't own Harry Potter. We wish we do, just like I wish for a sordid affair with Tom Felton and Amaya wishes for the same with Dan Radcliffe. Alas, we know, however grudgingly, that those fantasies will never happen, so therefore, until I am Mrs. Thomas Andrew Felton and Amaya is Mrs. Daniel Radcliffe, our hopes are dashed. Sad, isn't it?

Oh well. Fishing, anyone? ;)

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Chapter 14:

Blaze walked into the dormitories after lunch to be greeted with the always wonderful surprise of Amaya sprawled out on the couch, tears streaking her cheeks that were mixed with make-up, causing black lines to appear on her distraught face. Blaze quickly shut the door behind her and made to rush over to Amaya, but the girl in question quickly sat up, wiping her face furiously and looking at her.

Blaze sat down next to her on the couch. "Hey." she said, as she hugged her friend. "What happened? Where did you go?" And as she asked this and saw the look of pure hurt on her friends face, she knew. She knew that Amaya Dante was completely and utterly in love with Harry Potter, whether she knew it yet or not.

Amaya sniffed. Crying was a rarity for her. She always claimed that only the weak and in love cry. "Nothing. Just Harry Potter, being a complete jerk." she replied shortly.

Blaze smiled softly, knowing full well that Amaya probably deserved what she got. After all, wasn't it her that provoked the poor guy any chance she got? Pushing those thoughts to he back of her head, she continued to question her friend. "Well, what did he do exactly?" she asked, wishing that she'd just suck it up and admit that she loved him.

"He…he…kissed me! When I went there to apologize to him, he had the nerve to kiss me!" she stammered. She looked away, flustered.

Blaze tried to fight back the laughter that she knew full well was coming, but she couldn't do it. She wasn't that strong. "Is that all? Your complaining because a very cute, very rich, very powerful, very famous guy kissed you? Wow. If only I had it so easy." she said, getting up off the couch. "I'd love it if Ol…I mean a guy would kiss me!" she caught herself and hoped that in her angry and flustered state, Amaya wouldn't notice her near screw up. "The question is, did you kiss him back, or did you just stand there like the idiot that you are acting like now?"

Amaya's face turned red. She looked around hesitantly, reluctant to answer. It would make it all seem like her fault, when she knew well enough that it wasn't. It never was.

Blaze smiled and threw a pillow at her. "You did, you little shit! How dare you act like it's not your fault and blame it all on him! You liked it and you know it!"

Amaya was at a loss for words. She did, however much she wanted not to, admit to herself that kissing him wasn't that bad an experience. 'Whoa!' she mentally yelled at herself. 'This is Harry Potter. There is no way in hell that you like him!….Is there?'

"But Blaze, even if that were true, which I'm not saying it is, he is Harry Potter. There's no way that he would like a nobody like me. I'm probably just another notch in his bedpost." she said, dejectedly.

Blaze looked at her. She could see it clearly now, what was bothering her normally brave friend. It wasn't that she hated Harry, or that he was a bad person. No, it was Amaya's worst all time fear. The one thing alone that could bring her to her knees when no Dark Lord alive could. It was her fear of rejection. It had come into play before, when Amaya had first met Blaze and Spirit. She was afraid of being rejected by them constantly, and was mean as a resort. That was until Blaze and Spirit had cornered her with their wands and told her to suck it up.

Amaya was looking at her, expecting some sort of reply. "Well, sweetie, you just need to figure out how you feel about him, for one thing. And I don't think that Harry is the type that falls lightly into anything. I think that if he likes you, it's serious. So, be his friend, be nice, but above all, be open to it. You can't hide from love."

"Ok. I'll try to be nice, but I'm not making any promises." Amaya said, smirking, and Blaze knew she had gotten through to her.

She smiled as she glanced at the clock, but just as quickly her smile fell. "Oh snap! I have to go, I'm late!" she said, rushing around to gather her things.

Amaya looked at her curiously. "Where are you going?" She knew that Blaze didn't have any classes to go to, so she was lost as to what she could be late for.

Blaze hesitated. "Uh…Remedial Flying Lessons. Be back later!" she said as she rushed out of the door.

Amaya stared at the door for a minute before jumping up and flinging it open. She peered out to her friend who was rushing down the stairs. "But Blaze, you're on the Wizards Ball team! You don't need extra lessons!"

Blaze's only reply was to wave at Amaya sweetly. Amaya pulled her head back into the dorm and shut the door. Walking over to the couch, she flopped down. 'That was certainly odd.' she thought to herself. 'And a bit fishy…'

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"Spirit! Hey, Spirit!" Amaya called to the blonde who was currently lodged in a large group of people. Obviously, Spirit was not hearing her, or was choosing to ignore her. Amaya wouldn't have that…

"SPIRIT!" she yelled, and this time with the necessary force required to make her ditzy friend snap her head around in annoyance.

"Yes?" she asked curtly.

Amaya bristled. "May I please talk to you for a minute?" she asked tersely.

Spirit nodded. "Sure." she turned back to the group (whose population were mostly guys) and procured her sweetest smile. "If you all will excuse me, Amaya here is a little more needy."

The guys were practically drooling over her already, so Amaya honestly doubted that any of them would have attempted to stop Spirit. Rolling her eyes, Amaya led Spirit away from them and had to shudder as the blonde swayed her hips in a sickly suggestive manner.

Once they were out of range, Amaya rounded on Spirit. "You know, you shouldn't tease them like that." she stated simply.

Spirit looked outraged. "Why in the world not?"

"Because it makes them think you like them. Gives them a false hope. It's really not all that nice to the poor creatures." Amaya replied, for once being sympathetic to the opposite sex. After all, who wouldn't be sorry for them once Spirit Jameson walked into the room?

Spirit smiled, innocently, but deadly. "That's the entire point, my very wolfish friend. Glad to see you caught the scent finally."

Amaya shook her head, knowing that attempting to talk sense into her friend was like talking to a wall that hadn't even been built yet. "Come on." she said, gesturing for her to follow.

"Where are we going?" Spirit asked as she nearly ran to keep up with Amaya.

"Oh, nowhere really. Just to confirm one of m suspicions, is all." Amaya answered mischievously.

Spirit narrowed her eyes. "About what, may I ask?"

"About none other than our own innocent little friend, Blaze." Amaya said simply.

"Blaze? What about her?"

"You'll see."

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Harry paced the room. He was debating with himself on whether or not he should go and look for Amaya. His brain and all of his common sense was screaming 'No! Run away! Run far away!', but his heart, ever the romantic, was screaming 'Yes! You like her! It could turn into something great! Like your parents…'. What a predicament, wouldn't you say?

He was so lost in his circling thoughts that he didn't even hear as Ron entered the room, flopped down heavily and huffily on the couch, and began looking at him expectantly.

"Hey, mate." Ron finally said, tired of sitting there in silence and completely unawares as to Harry's problem.

Harry jumped about ten feet in the air before registering what was going on. "Oh, hey Ron. You scared me."

"Sorry. What's wrong? You were pacing, just now. You don't do that unless there's something bothering you." Ron said, finally catching on.

Harry only had to say one word for Ron to understand. "Amaya."

"Oooohhh. Woman troubles." Ron said, wiggling his eyebrows at his best mate.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Exactly what I said: Oh."

Harry rolled his eyes but was really in no mood to press the issue any further. He decided to change the subject. "So, what has you slumping in here in such a huff? Those American girls not what you were expecting?" he asked, turning the tables.

Ron blushed. "Oh, they're everything I expected. Problem is, I can't enjoy them for the other girl I've fallen for. Sucks, doesn't it?"

Harry harrumphed. "No kidding. So, who is this lucky girl? Is it…Blaze? Spirit? Or someone else of their posse?" he asked, this time taking it upon himself to waggle his brows in suggestion.

Ron blushed again, if that were humanly possible. "Cough….Hermione….cough…." he said, attempting to mask it with the all famous 'fake cough'.

Harry laughed. "You know that I understood that, right?"

Ron smirked. "Yeah. Thought you would. It was, well, a little less embarrassing that way, though."

"Well, just don't try that on anyone else or you'll be laughed at, okay?"

"Yeah."

"So. Are you going to ask her out, or at least inform her of this new revelation?"

Ron paled. "I don't know. I want to, I really do, but it's….hard."

"I understand. You never know if they are going to kiss you back or yell in your face."

Ron looked puzzled. "Yeah. How'd you come to that conclusion?" And then, upon seeing the look Harry wore, decided against the explanation. "Never mind, I don't want to even know."

Harry was grateful. He didn't really feel like talking about it at the moment. "I think she likes you. You should go for it."

"Really?"

"Really. I mean, what do you have to lose? Either she likes you, or she doesn't."

"It's not that simple, though. I could lose her friendship, which would suck, and she could also tell me that we are just 'friends' which would suck even more."

Harry sighed. Why was love so easy for everyone but himself? "That won't happen. She feels the same. Trust me. When have I ever led you into anything bad?"

"Uhh….well….Is it bad that I can't even count the times that you've led me into bad situations on one hand?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "No. They all turned out for the good in the end, didn't they?"

Ron smiled, seeing Harry's point. "I guess. But I really don't want to get hurt in this process."

"You won't! Now, go!"

"Aye, aye. But, Harry?"

"Yeah mate?"

"Go for it with Amaya. I mean, she's tough, but, don't give up hope."

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"Why are we at Mr. Wood's office door?" Spirit asked once they stopped.

"I told you earlier. We are going to confirm something. Now, shhh!" she snapped, leaning forward to take a bobby-pin from Spirit's hair.

"Hey! What are you doing with that? Put it back! No, wait, keep it. After looking at your hair I don't want you near mine."

Amaya rolled her eyes and ran her hand through her hair. It wasn't all that bad. It was straight and shiny and hung to her mid-back. It just wasn't something Spirit would normally approve of since it didn't contain a gallon of hair products. She shook her head and stuck the bobby pin into the door lock. Being as quiet as humanly possible, she swung to door open only to be greeted by darkness. Walking into the room, she motioned for Spirit to follow her. She groped along the wall until she found the light switch and switched it on.

"Oh. My. Gosh!" Spirit stammered, her hand clasped to her mouth to suppress giggles.

Amaya merely smirked. "Remedial Flying Lessons, eh?"

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Ron walked into the library, his very nerves hanging on a thread. He didn't know what he would do if Hermione turned him down. It would be the worst day of his life. Actually, he didn't think he could go on living….Well, ok, maybe it wouldn't be all that bad, but close.

He spotted her seated at the back of the room so he approached as he normally would, except that he normally wouldn't be this nervous…

"Hey Ron." Hermione said, having looked up and spotted him during his musings.

"Hey, Mione. Just the witch I wanted to see. Can I talk to you?"

She peered at him for a minute. "Sure."

"Uh, alone? As in, not here?" he asked, cautiously.

She smiled. "Sure. Let me get my books…" she said, turning around and gathering her things hastily. She then turned and led him out of the library and into some classroom that just happened to be empty.

"Alright. What is it?" she asked. He thought he could trace a hint of nervousness in her voice, but put it off as his own nerves acting up again.

"Well, I as wondering if…see, I like you…a lot, sort of, and I wondered if…"

Hermione beamed and put her hand up to stop him. 'Oh great' he thought. 'Here it comes.'

"Ron, will you go out with me? I mean, as my boyfriend?" she spat.

Ron didn't have time to answer. He just stared at her, dumbstruck.

"I take that as a yes, I hope." she said, smiling at him again.

This time, he regained his composure and did the unthinkable. He leaned over to her and did what he had been wanting to do ever since he'd met her on the Hogwarts Express before their first year. He kissed her. Softly and squarely on the lips.

And she didn't protest.

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"This is not what it looks like!" Blaze said as she attempted to untangle herself from Oliver's limbs and rise off the couch.

Amaya cocked an eyebrow. "Really? Because I could have sworn that we just caught you two in a very heated make-out session. But I guess we could be mistaken…"

Blaze and Oliver both blushed a deep red, but neither was sorry for what they were doing. Just sorry that they'd gotten caught doing it. "Okay. So it was probably exactly how it looked."

Amaya smirked mischievously. "Which is why we are here, my dear, sweet friend." She looked from Blaze to Oliver. "We are going to make a little deal, Mr. Wood." she said, mockingly.

Oliver knew enough by now to be terribly afraid. He gulped. "Deal?"

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A/N: There ya go. Hope you enjoyed that. The first part was written by Blaze, and the second was written by Amaya. Typed by me, of course, everyone's favourite red head. Actually, you probably hate me, but oh well.

Ta-ta!

Tootles!