Disclaimer: OK, on the evenings when I don't hafta babysit and the rest
of my family is at work (they all work nights), I just sit in my aunt's room
and either watch Vh1 and write, or listen to songs like "F the System"
and "Shut up and Sleep with Me", because I seemed to have grabbed a few of
my sister's CDs when I was gathering my stuff... LOL. Now, I'm not saying
that I don't enjoy my sister's music style (because in all truth, it's thoroughly
entertaining), but I don't think that JK Rowling writes under the influence
of angry music or "I Love the 90s" (that's the only one I can watch if I want
to understand or do any reminiscing at all). I mean, you never know, but
she's more the writing under the influence of coffee type of person. (I have
made a few improvements by the way... Last night I listened to Ben Folds
and watched The Italian Job. If anyone wants to get me to write faster, btw,
just get me a Mini Cooper. )
AN: I'm a TOTAL idiot! In an attempt to fix a link I had in chapter 47, I tried to replace the chapter with a new one that I had fixed for it. However, instead of replacing chapter 47, I replaced chapter 1... I was getting a little suspicious when someone reviewed and said my fic made no sense and I sucked... LOL. Ah well... Keeheehee! But, thank you to the reviewer "Me!" for pointing this out to me... Now I just feel enormously stupid.
AN2: Happy Sweet 16 to Jessi! Wish I could be there! BFF!!!!!!
R/R please! Thanks to my boyfriend, because without him, the Harry Ginny scene wouldn't be! (That's how he asked me out!) I love you Jimmy!!!
AN: I'm a TOTAL idiot! In an attempt to fix a link I had in chapter 47, I tried to replace the chapter with a new one that I had fixed for it. However, instead of replacing chapter 47, I replaced chapter 1... I was getting a little suspicious when someone reviewed and said my fic made no sense and I sucked... LOL. Ah well... Keeheehee! But, thank you to the reviewer "Me!" for pointing this out to me... Now I just feel enormously stupid.
AN2: Happy Sweet 16 to Jessi! Wish I could be there! BFF!!!!!!
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"Oh! This book is excellent!" Hermione gushed as she pulled
a book from the Transfiguration section.
Draco was watching her, amused, from the couch.
"You are truly one of a kind, my dear."
Hermione didn't know whether to take this as an insult or a complement, so she just smiled sweetly and continued browsing.
"Have I told you that you look beautiful today?"
"Three times," Hermione answered absentmindedly as she finally chose a book and brought it with her to sit by Draco.
"What do you want, by the way?" she asked as she flipped to the index.
Draco sighed. "Nothing. Can't a guy tell his girlfriend she's beautiful?"
"Sure, but most of the gits in this world only do if they want something, even if it's just subconsciously."
"Actually, I just want you to come down to the pool with me."
Hermione grinned. "See? I told you..."
Draco was silent, but laid his head on Hermione's shoulder and looked up at her with puppy dog eyes as she continued reading.
He stayed like that for five minutes before he got her attention and she looked down at him.
Seeing the well practiced puppy dog face brought a laugh to Hermione's throat, which she held in, resulting in a loud snort.
Draco grinned at this. "Pwetty Pwease, Miss Piggy?"
"Um... Draco?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you realize that Miss Piggy is a Muggle TV character?"
"Oh... No, I didn't."
"So, I wasn't being compared to her?"
"... No..."
"Oh, OK, you're forgiven. we can go to the pool now."
"Um..." Draco was confused, but stood up with her to go to the pool. "What did I do in the first place?" he was unable to keep himself from asking.
Hermione looked back at him, her eyebrows raised and said innocently," I'm female, Draco! I don't need to have a reason."
"So true, so true..."
Draco was watching her, amused, from the couch.
"You are truly one of a kind, my dear."
Hermione didn't know whether to take this as an insult or a complement, so she just smiled sweetly and continued browsing.
"Have I told you that you look beautiful today?"
"Three times," Hermione answered absentmindedly as she finally chose a book and brought it with her to sit by Draco.
"What do you want, by the way?" she asked as she flipped to the index.
Draco sighed. "Nothing. Can't a guy tell his girlfriend she's beautiful?"
"Sure, but most of the gits in this world only do if they want something, even if it's just subconsciously."
"Actually, I just want you to come down to the pool with me."
Hermione grinned. "See? I told you..."
Draco was silent, but laid his head on Hermione's shoulder and looked up at her with puppy dog eyes as she continued reading.
He stayed like that for five minutes before he got her attention and she looked down at him.
Seeing the well practiced puppy dog face brought a laugh to Hermione's throat, which she held in, resulting in a loud snort.
Draco grinned at this. "Pwetty Pwease, Miss Piggy?"
"Um... Draco?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you realize that Miss Piggy is a Muggle TV character?"
"Oh... No, I didn't."
"So, I wasn't being compared to her?"
"... No..."
"Oh, OK, you're forgiven. we can go to the pool now."
"Um..." Draco was confused, but stood up with her to go to the pool. "What did I do in the first place?" he was unable to keep himself from asking.
Hermione looked back at him, her eyebrows raised and said innocently," I'm female, Draco! I don't need to have a reason."
"So true, so true..."
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Severus was sitting in Sera's room on the "big girl bed",
trying for the life of him to sort out his thoughts.
His feelings for Shaylee had pretty much always been there, though there had been times where they had either wavered or gotten stronger.
Everyone who had known him as a teenager had originally worried that he was just living in the past.
Minerva had even gone as far as to summon him to her office for a "talk". The talk ended up being a lecture about how not only had Lily chosen James, but she had died years ago.
Severus had stayed in her office only long enough to curtly inform McGonagall that, despite what she appeared to think, he had been thoroughly sane the past twenty years and remembered all of that happening. On his way out, he also pointed out that Shaylee and Lily had nothing in common besides their looks. Minerva had left him alone after that.
But now he wasn't so sure. What did that flashback mean? It was so brief and meaningless, yet it seemed to mean the world to him.
He tried some of the Muggle psychology shit that Sissy had wanted him to learn when he was having trouble with some students.
Firstly, why had he thought of Lily in the first place? He had no idea.
What brought out that memory? Hell if he knew, but it sure had bad timing.
Well, how does he feel about this? What kind of f-ing question is that?
Diagnosis?
Maybe he hadn't been completely sane the past twenty years.
He felt the urge to break everything in the room to tiny little microscopic pieces, but he resisted because his little sister would kill him.
A knock on the door brought him out of his own thoughts and to the realization that the chances were that it was Shaylee at the door.
He tried to make his voice sound normal, but cringed as a tight, nervous "Come in," came out of his throat.
Just as he had thought, Shaylee's head poked in the room. "Sevvy? Are you OK?"
"Mmhmm," he answered, trying to calm down a bit before he spoke.
Shaylee stepped inside the room and laughed when she saw him sitting on Sera's bed.
"How do you sleep on that bed, Sevvy? You have to be at least a foot taller than it is!"
Severus shrugged.
Shaylee was silent for a few moments as she moved closer and sat beside him on the pink comforter. She had the fairy in her hand and was studying it carefully. "And here I thought you'd be embarrassed to go into a store and buy this, but now you're willing to slep under a pink Barbie blankie."
Severus couldn't hold back a laugh.
"Oh! There it is!" Shaylee said with a grin, looking at Severus' own escaped smile.
Severus tried to scowl at her, but it didn't work.
"See? You want to smile! And you know it!" Shaylee teased. When he answered with a glare, she stood up and grabbed his arm to pull him up with her.
"We're going to go read, Sevvy. Mr. Teddy misses you!"
"But I just saw him this morning," Severus protested.
"Excuse me? Mr. Teddy is a girl!" Shaylee responded indignantly.
Severus was silent for a few moments as he pondered this. "I'm just not going to ask..."
"Great plan! Let's go then!"
As Severus was taken by the arm and dragged across the hall, he decided that whether he was living in the past or in the present, he was happy where he was.
His feelings for Shaylee had pretty much always been there, though there had been times where they had either wavered or gotten stronger.
Everyone who had known him as a teenager had originally worried that he was just living in the past.
Minerva had even gone as far as to summon him to her office for a "talk". The talk ended up being a lecture about how not only had Lily chosen James, but she had died years ago.
Severus had stayed in her office only long enough to curtly inform McGonagall that, despite what she appeared to think, he had been thoroughly sane the past twenty years and remembered all of that happening. On his way out, he also pointed out that Shaylee and Lily had nothing in common besides their looks. Minerva had left him alone after that.
But now he wasn't so sure. What did that flashback mean? It was so brief and meaningless, yet it seemed to mean the world to him.
He tried some of the Muggle psychology shit that Sissy had wanted him to learn when he was having trouble with some students.
Firstly, why had he thought of Lily in the first place? He had no idea.
What brought out that memory? Hell if he knew, but it sure had bad timing.
Well, how does he feel about this? What kind of f-ing question is that?
Diagnosis?
Maybe he hadn't been completely sane the past twenty years.
He felt the urge to break everything in the room to tiny little microscopic pieces, but he resisted because his little sister would kill him.
A knock on the door brought him out of his own thoughts and to the realization that the chances were that it was Shaylee at the door.
He tried to make his voice sound normal, but cringed as a tight, nervous "Come in," came out of his throat.
Just as he had thought, Shaylee's head poked in the room. "Sevvy? Are you OK?"
"Mmhmm," he answered, trying to calm down a bit before he spoke.
Shaylee stepped inside the room and laughed when she saw him sitting on Sera's bed.
"How do you sleep on that bed, Sevvy? You have to be at least a foot taller than it is!"
Severus shrugged.
Shaylee was silent for a few moments as she moved closer and sat beside him on the pink comforter. She had the fairy in her hand and was studying it carefully. "And here I thought you'd be embarrassed to go into a store and buy this, but now you're willing to slep under a pink Barbie blankie."
Severus couldn't hold back a laugh.
"Oh! There it is!" Shaylee said with a grin, looking at Severus' own escaped smile.
Severus tried to scowl at her, but it didn't work.
"See? You want to smile! And you know it!" Shaylee teased. When he answered with a glare, she stood up and grabbed his arm to pull him up with her.
"We're going to go read, Sevvy. Mr. Teddy misses you!"
"But I just saw him this morning," Severus protested.
"Excuse me? Mr. Teddy is a girl!" Shaylee responded indignantly.
Severus was silent for a few moments as he pondered this. "I'm just not going to ask..."
"Great plan! Let's go then!"
As Severus was taken by the arm and dragged across the hall, he decided that whether he was living in the past or in the present, he was happy where he was.
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Harry was glad that Mrs. Weasley had told him not to help
clean up after dinner. That way he could go out to the backyard without anyone
noticing. He also had time to sit there and plan what to say until Ginny
came out to meet him.
He sighed as he reached a bench facing the pond (the same one Ron had learned to ice skate on) and sat down.
"Ginny," he practiced under his breath. "I just really needed to talk to you. -- No..."
He began again. "Ginny..." He paused. "How are you?" He stopped long enough to hit his head. "You just saw her, you dolt!"
"Hey Ginny, fancy meeting you out here... Stupid!"
"Ginny, waz up?"
"Hey, Ginny. Whatcha doing?" He rolled his eyes. "Not listening to you, that's for sure."
"Hey, Gin... I was thinking... It's been-- Argh!"
"Ginny, can I have a word?"
He was starting to run his hands through his hair, frustrated, when a, "Sure. That's why I'm out here, isn't it?" made him jump.
"Oh! Hey Ginny! I was just... Never mind."
Ginny shrugged and sat down beside him.
"So, what's up?" she asked him, folding her arms to protect herself from the cold. She'd obviously snuck out of the house and hadn't had any time to bundle up.
"Well... I just needed to talk to you."
"Obviously," Ginny said with a mocking grin.
"It's just... It's been a long time since the Halloween Masquerade."
"Yes..." Ginny nodded. "Today's Christmas. Great deduction."
Great, Harry. Of course you hafta have a thing for sarcastic girls... Harry shook his head and began again.
"Ginny... "He paused, then blurted out, "What would you say if I asked you out?"
Ginny paused and looked at him suspiciously. "I'd say yes, of course."
Harry took a deep breath and started again, "What would you do if I am asking you out?"
"Oh..." A grin broke out on her face and she leaped over and engulfed him in a hug.
"Well?"
"I'd say yes, of course!"
Harry grinned and leaned down to give her a small soft kiss.
"My brothers are going to kill you. You realize this, right?"
Harry grinned. "Ron won't. I don't know about the twins though."
They stood up, holding hands. "Don't worry. I'll protect you!" Ginny declared bravely, standing on her tiptoes to finally give Harry Potter a kiss.
He sighed as he reached a bench facing the pond (the same one Ron had learned to ice skate on) and sat down.
"Ginny," he practiced under his breath. "I just really needed to talk to you. -- No..."
He began again. "Ginny..." He paused. "How are you?" He stopped long enough to hit his head. "You just saw her, you dolt!"
"Hey Ginny, fancy meeting you out here... Stupid!"
"Ginny, waz up?"
"Hey, Ginny. Whatcha doing?" He rolled his eyes. "Not listening to you, that's for sure."
"Hey, Gin... I was thinking... It's been-- Argh!"
"Ginny, can I have a word?"
He was starting to run his hands through his hair, frustrated, when a, "Sure. That's why I'm out here, isn't it?" made him jump.
"Oh! Hey Ginny! I was just... Never mind."
Ginny shrugged and sat down beside him.
"So, what's up?" she asked him, folding her arms to protect herself from the cold. She'd obviously snuck out of the house and hadn't had any time to bundle up.
"Well... I just needed to talk to you."
"Obviously," Ginny said with a mocking grin.
"It's just... It's been a long time since the Halloween Masquerade."
"Yes..." Ginny nodded. "Today's Christmas. Great deduction."
Great, Harry. Of course you hafta have a thing for sarcastic girls... Harry shook his head and began again.
"Ginny... "He paused, then blurted out, "What would you say if I asked you out?"
Ginny paused and looked at him suspiciously. "I'd say yes, of course."
Harry took a deep breath and started again, "What would you do if I am asking you out?"
"Oh..." A grin broke out on her face and she leaped over and engulfed him in a hug.
"Well?"
"I'd say yes, of course!"
Harry grinned and leaned down to give her a small soft kiss.
"My brothers are going to kill you. You realize this, right?"
Harry grinned. "Ron won't. I don't know about the twins though."
They stood up, holding hands. "Don't worry. I'll protect you!" Ginny declared bravely, standing on her tiptoes to finally give Harry Potter a kiss.
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R/R please! Thanks to my boyfriend, because without him, the Harry Ginny scene wouldn't be! (That's how he asked me out!) I love you Jimmy!!!
