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Its Not Just Me
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She shrugged as she walked into the room and closed the door behind her. At that moment Ginny had fallen off her bed, dumbstruck.
"You what?" asked Ginny flabbergasted.
"I like Blaise. You know the one you guys always hang out with?" responded Parvati annoyed.
"Well, why don't you just tell him then?" said Hermione matter-of-factly. "It really isn't that hard to do." Ginny sat up looking at Hermione, her jaw to the floor. She felt like she was on the verge of wanted tears. Why didn't she just do that herself? It was painfully obvious, as it seemed. "But, I must warn you though, Parvati." commented Hermione once more before Parvati slipped out of the doorway.
"About?" questioned Parvati.
"He's had his eye on someone for awhile. But you could try if you'd like anyway. He's open to about anything and everything." she said smirking slightly. Parvati nodded slowly and ran her tongue on the back of her teeth before bidding the shocked Ginny and calm Hermione goodnight. After the door had closed shut, Ginny went into a rant about girls and their "BLOODY FEELINGS!" pertaining to guys. Hermione peered at her with a look of utter confusion.
"I hope Parvati doesn't get him." sulked Ginny as she slouched in the corner by her four-poster bed.
"Ginny-"
"I hope Blaise asks' that girl he's had his eye on so that she can't have him." cried Ginny under her breath.
"Ginny-"
"I hope-"
"GINNY!" yelled Hermione from across the room. Ginny looked up at her snapping out of her onnings about everything that was bothering her.
"What's up with you? You don't just start to freak out just because some girl asks' for advice. And Parvati at that too." asked Hermione curiously.
"Nothing's wrong with me, Hermione." seethed Ginny. She gritted her teeth and stood up. "There's something with Parvati. That's what. She likes every guy that her damn brown eyes land on and I'm fucking tired of her. She needs to look at her frigging shoes and possibly fall in love with them instead." she continued as she walked towards the bathroom, her fists clenched.
"Parvati's Parvati, Gin. She likes everyone and I wouldn't doubt it for a minute if she liked Neville either. And that's saying something." said Hermione as she got up and knelt back down in front of her trunk. "Plus, I know who Blaise likes, but he promised me not to even mention it. He wants to tell her himself he told me." she said smiling softly.
"Well, I hope the girl has a great life with him. Like the hell I care." she said a bit downcast. She walked into the bathroom and rushed over to the sink in the corner. She looked at her face and noticed that her lip was quivering. Mentally punching herself, she calmed herself down and splashed water on her face before she walked out solemnly.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. Sorry about bitching about something so dumb."
"No, its alright. I've been a culprit at doing so before." said Hermione as she stood up, pulling out a pair of pajamas with frogs on clouds and placing it on her bed. "Loads of times, actually."
Ginny smiled softly and conjured her set of pajamas to her and began to undress. After some time both girls were fully clothed in their pajamas, had brushed their teeth and had chatted a little about some girl stuff before slipping under their covers, hoping for a calmer tomorrow.
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"Well, lets get you off to the Ravenclaw Dormitory or else I might get in trouble for bringing you there." said Harry pulling away from the embrace. Kelly did so hesitantly, but let go nonetheless. She nodded and Harry turned around and started to walk away. Following him, they passed many portraits one including Sir Cadogan, who kept on trodding beside them entering picture to picture on his fat grey pony.
"Do you mind!" screamed Kelly after Sir Cadogan asked her if she preferred grindylows to boggarts. He said that he'd rather be attacked by a grindylow, because of the fact that he liked water more than seeing his fear of god-knows-what it would be(he didn't know what his fear was). Harry looked back at her smiling and grabbed her hand and dragged her from the stock-still horseman.
"You really shouldn't worry with him. Met him in third year and I'm still wishing that I never did. But don't tell him that." But Kelly wasn't paying much attention to the words that were exiting from his mouth, but rather at the beautifully crafted hand that was holding hers. Then she stopped. Harry felt his arm extend as she halted. He looked around to her as she was now staring at him.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked. She looked down at their hands and her face grew hot. He looked down and gently pulled his hand away from hers and turned away from her, face boiling. Her hand fell to her side and she looked up, to see Harry standing forward away from her. She walked around him and walked silently away from him, to someplace unknown to her. He noticed her movements pass him by, as her arm slightly touched his and he walked after her.
"Wrong way, Kelly." said Harry as she was about to round the right corner to go up a moving staircase. She instantly turned around and went the opposite way leading towards another corridor that twisted and turned itself. They walked for what seemed like hours before they rounded the corner of that same corridor and halted in front of an elaborate frame with a picture of a handsome, young man who looked no older than sixteen years old.
"Hello." said he.
"'Lo." said Kelly. She gave a forced smile and the man seemed to have noticed.
"What's wrong, love?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows. She shook her head slightly and Harry gave a slight cough. "Oh, hello there Harry. Haven't talked to you in awhile. How've you been?"
"I've been alright, Cedric. What are you doing in Madame Beech's frame today? I thought you said-"
"No worries about that tonight, Harry." chuckled Cedric. "I'll tell you later. But it would be rather rude to discuss such matters in front of this young lady. A matter-of-fact, what's your name?" he asked smiling at Kelly.
"Um." she looked at Harry and then back to Cedric. "Uh. Uh. Kelly." she nodded and cast her eyes towards the base of the frame. "Yes, its Kelly."
"Well, its Kelly." Cedric smiled widely showing a spectral of amazing white teeth. "How come I've never seen you 'round these parts of Hogwarts before? Or any part for that matter?"
"She's a transfer." spoke Harry. Cedric raised a questioning eyebrow.
"Oh really, from where?" he asked curiously. Kelly could feel his eyes boring into her skull as his eyes stared at her. She mumbled a few words and then fell silent, Cedric scrunched his face slightly confused. "Sorry. Didn't get that?"
"Australia's Finest Witch and Wizard Institute." she said a bit louder.
"You know I've heard of that school, before. Wasn't that place founded by someone who landed himself into the madhouse in St. Aldophous' in Australia? Ah, what's his name again. Of course! Kirii Kona. I'd go mad with a name like that too." he said shrugging his shoulders and laughing softly. Kelly smiled and looked at Harry who had given a small laugh as well.
"Sorry to break this up, but its nine o'clock and I don't want Snape-"
"Professor Snape, Harry."
"What you said, to come around and start yelling at me for helping her get to her dorm."
"Well actually, it'd be for talking to me and then that. But I won't mention it if he does come 'round here." smirked Cedric. "Which I doubt that he would anyway. Haven't seen him around this area of the castle in a couple of days. Sort of makes me wonder."
"It's Snape for goodness sake. He's always out doing something foul, it wouldn't be such a surprise to me if he was trying to get centaurs into the school." said Harry, with a tinge of laughter in his voice. "Anyway, I have to get Kelly here into Ravenclaw Dormitory Ced, or else Dumbledore'll have my head. Professor Dumbledore."
"Good kid, Harry. So, password?"
"Unwritten." said Harry simply. Cedric's frame suddenly sunk into the wall and slid into the creak that seperated the inside common room from the corridor outside. "Welcome home, Kelly." he said smiling. Some Ravenclaws were sitting over in a corner doing homework and had looked up to see who had entered into their common room, when they saw Harry they called out his name.
"Hullo. Roe, Michael and Caroline meet Kelly. Kelly -- Roe, Michael and Caroline." said Harry. Kelly shook hands with each student and said her hello's. "She's a transfer student from Australia, just came in tonight. Make her feel at home, alright? I'm trusting on you guys to do so. Caroline her bags are supposed to be in your dorm, escort her up there as I can't," sniggered Harry. "and show her around this place. I'll come for you tomorrow morning, alright?"
Kelly was now staring at him as if she couldn't believe that he was just going to leave her with total strangers, at least she got to know him and well...she had known all about him, its not that difficult to hear about a baby boy not being killed by the Killing Curse everyday y'know.
"Ha-"
"Alright then. Night." he said smiling at her.
"No, Harry. Please, could you stay for awhile. I-I don't know if I can stay by myself." pleaded Kelly. She bit her lower lip and waited for his answer. Harry looked at her and back at the students who were excited to have another Ravenclaw in their house.
"I-I...Kelly." he grabbed her gently by her forearm and dragged her away towards an empty window. "You do know that I'm not a Ravenclaw, right? I'm Gryffindor. I can't stay. I wish I could, but-"
"Harry, please. If you get in trouble, I'll tell them that it was my fault. I am asking, please." she clenched her jaw and looked in his green eyes. He blinked down at her own chocolate eyes and sighed softly.
"Okay, but just for five minutes, Kelly. I really can't stay."
"Thank you." she beamed and hugged him softly. He hugged her back and pulled back and walked back over to his friends.
"Kelly, you can sit next to me if you'd like." said Roe. He was a sixth-year and very good-looking. His smile was beautiful and made her want melt, so she sat beside him.
"What year are you, Kelly?" questioned Michael.
"Sixth."
"What a coincidence. We're sixth-years as well!" laughed Michael. Harry shook his head and laughed softly.
"Well, I wouldn't throw her into a bunch of fifth or seventh-years you guys." said Harry. He was peering at Michael over his glasses. "Now would I?"
"Of course not, Harry. Michael is too dumb for his own good." said Caroline as she placed a hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh.
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"Ron, stop it."
"Lalalalalalalalalalala."
"Ron."
"LalalalaDEDAlalalDEDAlalalalalDEEEEEDA!"
"RON!"
"Eh?"
"Shut up! You're hurting my ears and you're going to give us detention for singing like a maniac."
"Not my fault that people are jealous of my," Ron began to sing. "wonderful," he stopped. "voice."
"What voice?" chuckled Pansy. Ron clutched his shirt as if his heart was being torn out of his chest.
"Funny, Pans." he said smiling.
"You know Ron, we haven't seen anyone since eight thirty, except Peeves and he doesn't even count as a person. Maybe we should just go outside?" considered Pansy. Ron gave a look around and it seemed to hit him that he never really did see anyone else in the hallways, but him and Pansy.
"Maybe we should. I need some fresh air anyway. C'mon." He let go of her hand and stood in front of her, crouching down slightly. Pansy giggled.
"What are you doing, Ron?"
"I'm taking you outside. Now hurry up and jump on my back already woman, or else my legs'll cave." he cried. Giving a loud laugh, Pansy climbed on his back wrapping her arms his neck and her legs around his waist as he stood up to his full height. He placed his arms under her legs to support her and turned around and walked towards the Great Hall.
"I wouldn't give this up for the world." whispered Pansy. Ron smiled softly and whispered back.
"Me neither."
Pansy kissed down from his ear to the nape of his neck, making him moan softly. At that moment a teacher, or otherwise known as Professor McGonagall, crossed their path. She had a stern look of outrage and disappointment, Ron stopped in his tracks.
Ron started to babble as if he'd seen a ghost. "Ron...what...are...you...doing?" said Pansy as she continued to kiss him. He whispered for her to stop biting back a wanted moan, a ring of fear in his throat.
"Ms. Parkinson, you stop right this moment! You, Mr. Weasley I expected better from you!" said McGonagall sounding almost like a strained suirrel. "How dare you two." Now Pansy was looking up at Gryffindor's Head of House wide-eyed and scared. She'd never gotten in trouble for anything between her and Ron, because well...they never got caught. Wasn't this a first.
"Professor I can explain." cried Ron.
"Oh do you really, Mr. Weasley. Please do, enlighten me." said his professor seriously. Ron asked Pansy to slide off of his back as not to get hurt and she did so quickly. He coughed slightly as Pansy cowered behind his back, whom had become very red in the past few seconds.
A few minutes later they were standing alone in the hallways, luckily for them Peeves had dropped a stink pellet in the hallways and the place reeked of rotted cabbage and eggs. Believe me, it wasn't a pleasant smell.
"Um. That was close?" sighed Pansy. She coughed and pinched her nose. "Ugh, Peeves saved our lives and all, but he didn't have to attempt it with making everything smell so disgusting." Ron nodded his head in agreement and picked Pansy up bridal-style and ran from the polluted corridors that smelled of the pellet.
"You know, I think we've had enough of tonight. I'll see you in the morning, okay?" asked Ron as he placed her back down on solid ground in front of her dungeon's common room. Pansy nodded and gave him a small peck on his lips and entered her common room quietly, Ron already heading back to his.
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AN: This chapter was really hard for me to write. Maybe because of the fact that I had writer's block for over three months on this? Then when I actually started writing it, which was three days ago in fact, I STILL HAD WRITER'S BLOCK. Ick. Well, Review & Review. Thanks for reading.
