Author's Note: Loooooong time no see! Here's chapter three. Yes, the chapters are named after songs. Mainly songs from 90's artist cause I'm a nerd like that and it puts me in the mood to write. Helps me really capture Vivi's teen angst, ya know? Ha ha. Kidding. Anyways, enjoy!

The smell of damp soil and fallen leaves made me smile as I pulled my jacket tighter around me. I couldn't wait to get inside the Hog's Head and order something hot to drink. I was so cold!

The pub which wasn't much warmer inside than it was outside was practically empty when we arrived save for a few scattered customers at the bar. I walked over to the silver haired scraggly old man that was wiping the counter down with a dingy rag and asked him for a hot tea.

"Madame Rosmerta's three shops down," he stated rudely before muttering something that wasn't even human sounding. He then tossed the rag in a pail of cloudy greyish colored water. I wrinkled my nose a little and forced a small smile.

"Very well, then. Do you have coffee?"

The man groaned at me in annoyance as he walked over to a coffee pot that didn't even have steam coming from it letting me know that it had been neglected for some time. Honestly, I wasn't surprised. I was just glad he actually served anything other than hard alchohol and stale beer.

I gave him my money with a meak smile hoping to return some gesture of endearment from the grumpy looking old man. All I got was a wince and a grunt but it was more than I could hope for so I returned to Cho and Marietta.

"It smells like a farm in here," Marietta complained, "and are you seriously going to drink that?"

I nodded and took a sip. I immediately wanted to spit it out. Not only was it cold, but it was burnt on top of it. I winced after I swallowed the nasty liquid then placed my mug with its contents on the counter for clean up.

"Vivian! Cho! Marietta! Thank goodness!" I heard George Weasley call from the doorway as he brushed off his boots and removed his hat and scarf.

"Fred and I thought we were going to look like over achievers if we were early!"

The two of them then went over to where Hermione, Ron, and Harry were standing. I could hear Hermione bickering with Fred over how being an over achiever wasn't a bad thing and he could strive to over achieve more often.

"Let's go sit down, I don't want to get stuck behind anyone tall," Cho stated.

"That's code speak for, I want to sit close to Harry," I whispered to Marietta who giggled lightly. Cho snapped back around and gave me a mild glare.

"No it is not and he might hear you so shut up," she ordered.

We sat next to Fred and George who were already discussing new ideas for Wheezes. Cho and Marietta where discussing ... well, they were discussing Harry as discretely as they could. I looked towards the door to see if anyone was coming in. It was just Ginny and one of her friends. I kept watching the door patiently for another half an hour but the person I was waiting for never came in to the pub that day. The disappointment must have shown since Cho gave my knee a gentle squeeze and smiled kindly at me, "He can still come to the first meeting at school if he changes his mind."

I nodded and turned my attention to Hermione who had just nervously cleared her throat to grab our attention.

After a bit, Harry began to tell us about his experience with defending himself against Voldermort. His main point was that he had gotten help each time... that he had gotten lucky because facing it was so much different than being in the safety of the classroom.

The meeting actually left me feeling heavier than I had expected it to. As we were all jotting down our signatures and leaving, a cold depressing, empty feeling swept over me. It was like I was outside of my body watching myself watch my classmates.

Cho nervously making eye contact with Harry. Marietta tapping her foot impatiently. Fred and George laughing and goofing off with Dean Thomas. Hermione and Ron having a dumb argument over something. Collin Creevy snapping photos of everyone.

It was the flash of Collin's camera and Marietta pulling me closer to her with a small giggle while Fred and George were laughing behind us that broke me out of my trance.

"Come on Viv, let's see a smile," Fred joked as he brought his arms around from behind me to place his fingers on the corners of my mouth and force them up in a smile as Collin snapped yet another photo. I grinned and swatted his hands away, "Take another Collin, Fred made that one stupid!"

"It actually came out really nice!" He beamed showing me the magic print out of the photo. He was right. Fred was beaming and looked surprisingly photogenic which wasn't anything that I had expected, George had just turned around and had what I assumed was his default charming photo smile across his face, Marietta looked pretty as always in pictures,... where as I just looked confused and caught off guard.

"See, it's cute," Fred assured me with an annoying pinch of my cheek before stepping around me and heading out the door with a wave, "See you back at school, everyone. Remember, George and I start Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes orders again on Monday!"

"No they don't," Hermione tried to warn everyone but no one was really listening to anyone outside of their own conversations any more.

I placed my hand on Cho's shoulder, "I'm going to go see if I can catch up with Roger, okay?"

She nodded and told me that she'd find me later, then Marietta latched herself to my arm and guided me out the door with her.

In the street, we went our seperate ways. I had a feeling that Roger would be sitting alone in a booth at The Three Broomsticks. He was. He had an open text book, parchment, a fresh pack of sugar quills, and two steaming cups of coffee in front of him. He was expecting someone. I would only be a minute in that case.

I sat down in front of him and asked why he hadn't gone to the meeting a bit more forwardly than I intended.

He looked up at me surprised, "That was today?"

"Of course it was today!"

He smiled at me as if my reaction was funny which let me know that he was being sarcastic when he asked me.

"I'm sorry Vivian, that just doesn't sound like something I can afford to get involved with. It's my seventh year. I have a lot on my plate."

"Bollocks!"

"No, not bollocks," he stated calmly as he returned his attention to his studying. He then nudged one of the mugs of coffee towards me, "One house coffee with a double shot of espresso, love."

"A Red Eye! You're too good to me, Rog."

"It's disgusting. I don't see how you drink it without any milk or sugar."

"It's not disgusting."

"It is. It sounds like the kind of drink that old men that suffered through the depression would drink."

"What do you know about the Depression?"

"That the small children that grew up to now be cynical old men during that time period probably drink that nasty drink because it reminds them of the dirty water they had to drink as children and the only happy memories associated with it... which probably aren't many since they were kids during the depression."

"Touche. I suppose that makes me a grumpy old man, then?"

"Essentially, yes."

"Right. You're taking me to bingo this afternoon, then and I'm giving you a nickel. Nothing more."

"Oh golly gee whiz! A whole nickel!" he exclaimed in a rather silly American accent.

He smiled at me for a moment then looked back down at his text book and shook his head.

"What?" I asked, "What was that just now?"

"Nothing... it's just... nice to have you treating me normal again after avoiding me all summer."

I smiled lightly and blew in to my mug of coffee to cool it. So he had been waiting for me...

"Well, do we have to talk about that, really?"

"Eventually," he answered me quite seriously.

He closed his book and leaned back with a sigh, "But it can wait. How was the meeting?"

"Fine but I can't discuss it with you."

"Can you discuss your summer with me or are you going to be seclusive about that, too?" He teased.

"My summer was fine. Blanche took me to Greece... again. I think she might think that it's the only place I like to go."

"Have you told her otherwise?"

"No. I don't really care because she usually puts me in my own hotel room anywhere we go so I don't have to deal with her."

"Sounds like genuine family vacation time."

"What's your angle, Davies?"

"She's your aunt."

"Yeah, like I can help that."

"Nevermind," he shook his head with a smile.

He went back to his studying and I enjoyed my coffee in silence. Things were not back to normal, though. I made my bed. Eventually, I would have to lie in it. Knowing Roger, what I had done was not something that he could easily brush off.

After a few moments of silence, he looked up.

"Are you hungry?"

I shrugged, "You?"

"Always," he answered with a grin as he closed his book and put it away in his satchel.

He then waved Madam Rosmerta down. She came over and jotted down our orders and in moments, she was back with them piping hot and smelling delicious.

"Potato and Leek soup?" Roger asked me, "You really do have the tastebuds of an old man!"

"Shut up!" I exclaimed jabbing his arm with my spoon, "I love it... so there. Pass me the salt, please?"

He handed me the small salt shaker with a shrug. He had ordered corned beef and sauerkraut something or another. Merlin, did it look disgusting. I could smell the kraut and wanted to gag.

"Wanna bite?" he asked with a grin holding the foul smelling white mass out to me on his fork.

"No thank you. You know that I don't touch that stuff."

He smirked and plopped a portion on my plate, "For me?" he asked with a devilishly charming grin.

I could feel my cheeks getting hot. Roger Davies was either genuinely flirting with me or he was toying with me. Either way, it made me insanely uncomfortable and I took my fork out of it's cozy home within a red linen and scooped a small bit of it into my mouth chewing fast and swalling with a wince.

Eugh! It was awful! He was awful! The texture, the smell, the taste and the way it lingered in my mouth afterwards.

"Happy now?" I asked as un-phased as I could make myself sound.

"Actually, yes... you look really cute today, by the way."

What are you doing? I thought to myself as I stared at him briefly. Why is there this huge awkward elephant sitting at the table with us watching our every move? And why is he being so... charming all of a sudden? Did that kiss actually mean something to him? Was he trying to follow up, now? Or was I just reading in to every thing he did or said... because of the kiss?

"Thanks, you look really nice, too."

He did. He always looked nice... for as long as I could remember.

It was eight o'clock when I arrived back at the castle with Marietta glued to my hip asking me all about Roger Davies. I told her that I was "very tired," and left her in the common room with a few other students that were still giddy from the evening. Cho was in her bed reading but she acknowledged my prescence with a smile as I crawled in to bed.

"Sleepy?"

"Extremely," I replied with a yawn.

"Don't forget that Umbridge wants that report turned in at 9 A.M. sharp."

"Ugh," I groaned before jerking the covers over my head and closing my eyes to welcome sleep.