A/N: To my lovely reviewers:

MioneWriter007 - I know, right? My friends and I randomly asked ourselves that in school the other day, and it was my inspiration for that part of Luna's pov. Haha, we actually went up to a guy and asked him if he would ever try that. Alas, he said that the question was ridiculous and made no sense.

Ashyia Francis Belladonna - Yes, for sure! Chapters focusing on Luna and her group will definitely pop up now and again, but only every few chapters. So, maybe, chapter 6 or 7 will focus on Luna again.

Mungojerrie is MINE - Haha, I think you are gonna turn out to be my favorite reviewer of this story. Luna appreciates you try to explain to her what it means, but, alas, more questions have arisen in her naive little head. Some of which may be voiced in this next chapter, or in a chapter later on.

Ravenclaw Gurl - I am so glad you like the story! And for sure I'll do chapter in Draco's and others' povs, if that is something you would like to see in this story. I'm not very good at guy povs, but I try my best, especially when I know at least one reader would like to see the pov switches like that.

If I Had a Llama - hahaha, Luna just stared and asked why they would want to do that. Poor naive Luna, she still doesn't get it.

Blooming Roses-Chapter 4: Settling In

Ginny's POV

So have you ever gone from the semi-warmth of England to the freezing temperatures of Alaska all in one second? Traveling by portkey was never, ever fun, but throw in the biting cold and it just got a whole lot worse. Now I have always been a winter girl, but even I had to complain. I like my temperature to decrease gradually, allowing me time to adjust with the weather; but no! It went from temperature in the low forties to the teens in .01 seconds. I do not know about anyone else in the world, but that just made me irritable. Malfoy got a kick out of it, though.

"Bloody frickin hell!" I bit out as we landed on our street. No muggles were around, of course. Alaskans were about eight hours behind England anyway, I think, so since we were prepared to come there at around eight in the morning it was midnight there in Alaska. It was dark, it was cold, and I was to be spending my days with Malfoy and Bullstrode. Thank Merlin for Colin, right?

"Too cold, Weasley?" Malfoy smirked behind me. I glared over my shoulder at him and just hugged my arms around myself tightly. Of course we had been prepared for this and had been supplied with heavy muggle coats and gloves, but the cold was still biting mercilessly at any exposed skin. Zabini came over with Hermione, who was glaring at him, probably for his own scathing remarks to her, and he said, "Maybe she wants you to put your arms around her and warm her up, Dray."

I snorted, "Ha! That's a good one, Zabini. That's definitely on my wishlist of things I wish and hope for to happen absolutely never."

"Perhaps for Christmas," Malfoy's smirk grew as I flipped him off. My brother Bill came over to our little gathering and said, "Gin, you and your group will be in that blue house there. Mione, your group is the white one right next to theirs. Get inside, now. I'll be around soon to get you all settled." I nodded and turned sharply on my heels to head for the house, trudging through the near knee deep snow. "Were you planning on breaking in?" Malfoy teased, keeping up and showing a keep dangling from his finger, "You might need this."

"Sod off, Fer-Malfoy."

"Good save," Bullstrode snickered. I rolled my eyes and snatched the key from Malfoy, running up ahead and climbing the stairs to the porch. I only fumbled with the key for a few seconds before figurring out how it went in -I was going to die without Alohomora- and I turned the key slowly. Pushing the door open, I hit the light switch on the wall beside the doorway and the light flooded the front two rooms so brightly I had to shield my eyes at first. The house was a simple set up, the rooms were set up like a train: entering the door you were in the living room, walk forward and you would enter the dining room, continue forward and push open a white swinging door and you were in the kitchen. The downstairs was painted a gleaming white with green trimming; the living room held a deep red sofa and chair set with a glass coffee table in the middle setting on a persian rug while the rest of the downstairs' hardwood flooring was left uncovered. A flat screen TV sat against the wall in a large TV stand with closing doors. A simple four chair table set was placed in the dining room along with a shelf with fine china and glass on it. The kitchen was no bigger than a fourth of the living room's size, but that did not bother me in the least. I was used to tiny spaces, considering my house had nine people just in immediate family that had dinner in the same kitchen every morning growing up.

"I'm going to check the upstairs," I told the three as they finally come in. The stairs were located to the far side of the living room and had a slight turn in them, like a spiral staircase only not. At the top, I gaped in astonishment. "No bloody way!"

"What, Weasley? Do they have an actual shower like you've never...?" Bullstrode stopped behind me, jaw dropping as she repeated my sentiments, "Hell no!"

Millicent's POV

If this whole idea was insane before, I had no clue how to refer to it now. They were not just making us live together in the same house. They were making us sleep in the same rooms. There were three doors along the hall at the top of the stairs. The first door was open to reveal a decent sized bedroom with tiled flooring, a large bath and a shower against the far wall. The next door was closed and a paper was hanging on it. It read: Boys and girls from the same house may not share a room. That left the last closed door at the far end of the hall mine and the Weaslette's room if the note was taken to mean that boys and girls could not mix at all. There was absolutely no way I was sharing a room with a filthy bloodtraitor! Not in a million lifetimes, not even I had a coven of vampires sent after me! Though I'd rather her than the mudblood any day.

"What's the problem?" Creevey came up next, looking between the redhead and me. I simply pointed at the note with a scowl. It was slightly amusing how he paled considerably at the prospect of sleeping in the same room as Draco. "W-well, we'll just have to make this work."

"Colin!" Weasley screeched, "How will we make this work? I am not sharing a room with a troll!"

"Watch it," I growled at her. My eyes flashed dangerously but she lifted her chin defiantly, challenging me to say more. I called irritably, "Draco! Get your arse up here right now!"

"What?" he poked his head around the banister to look at our traffic jam at the top of the stairs. Weasley crossed her arms and answered, "We have a little...sleeping arrangement problem."

Hermione's POV

I took the key for the house from Bill with a quiet thanks and led the others up to the door. I glanced around and noted light spilling from the other houses already. There was also fighting already being heard from between other groups. Unlocking the door, I stepped out of the way for the others to pass me and go in. "Woah," Parkinson murmured as she entered. Obviously she was amazed that muggles could possibly make their homes look as good as any manor despite the size. I walked through to the kitchen, noting the house was built like every other house of the block with the rooms going in a line. The furniture was most likely the same, too, as the professors would not want any group having better items than another. Some students were babies and would complain about it.

"'Mione!" Neville called from upstairs. "If you had to choose between Zabini and Parkinson, which would be the lesser evil?" The two Slytherins were about to object to his phrasing when I answered, bar none, "Parkinson." The girl was an insufferable twit, but if I had to choose I would pick her over the flamboyant, flirting Zabini.

Neville came down the steps and nodded, "Okay. Hermione and Parkinson are sharing a room. That sticks me with Zabini."

"What? No, no." Parkinson said with as much calm as possible, "Blaise and I were to share a room. We decided on this, remember?"

"I remember."

"Nev..." I watched him, eyes narrowing. He simply produced a note that had been hanging up upstairs. "We aren't allowed to share a room with our housemate? That's ridiculous! They already having us share a house, no way are we sharing actual rooms!"

"For once, Granger, I agree with you." Parkinson crossed her arms and stomped her foot. "Where is our adviser? I have a few choice words for him and the rest of Hogwarts' faculty!"

Blaise's POV

I could not help but smirk as Granger had a spaz attack over the rooms. It was quite interesting to see the usually collected Gryffindor lose her cool for even a moment. "Women," I said teasingly, "Always throwing fits over something. Didn't you say, Granger, that you would not fail because of us? Well, we won't fail because of you, so you two best get over it. Yes, Pansy, you too, and get ready for bed."

Parvati's POV

I watched Harry out of the corner of my eye as he looked around our house. Cecily and I were sitting on the couch and simply watching the boys figure out all the muggle stuff. Thankfully, Harry grew up with muggles and new practically everything and how it worked. It was weird thinking of our house. Mine and Harry's...and Cecily's and Goyle's, but it was mostly the 'me and Harry' that was odd. it was hardly a secret that I still fancied Harry despite how he treated me at the Yule ball in fourth year. He always thought I was angry with him for it, but I got over it by the end of that night. I mean, he was Harry Potter, Hogwarts champion, Boy Who Lived, and he had to take a girl to a dance. His first dance, his first somewhat date. And i know for a fact he had fancied Cho Chang more than he ever did me. I had just liked that he had asked me at all instead of some other single girl.

Goyle played with the lights, turning them on and off in awe of the elasticity or whatever Harry called it. "Goyle, Goyle," Harry said, "You should stop doing that. You might blow a circuit."

"A circuit?" I furrowed my brow in confusion. He looked sheepish, "A circuit is what the electricity runs through. If you blow a circuit, the lights will stop working until it's fixed."

Cecily nodded dumbly. "Ohhhhh," she said though it was obvious she did not get it in the least. "Well, Par, let's go check out our room upstairs!"

Harry's POV

My eyes followed Parvati until her and Cecily disappeared up the steps. I then promptly dropped onto the couch and rubbed my forehead tiredly. It was too early in the morning...er, well, too late at night to have to deal with an ex-whatever Parvati was to me, plus a clueless Slytherin girl, plus an even more clueless Slytherin troll who continued to flick the lights on and off. "Goyle!" I snapped at him, eyes hard. The other boy snorted at me and headed into the kitchen. I shook my head and headed upstairs to the bathroom. I then remembered I could not use my magic and I went to my room to grab clothes.

Knocking lightly on the girls' door, I told them I was getting a shower. The only response was a muffled "Okay." from Parvati.

Ron's POV

"Jes, can you grab me a drink from the fridge?" Lavender asked the Slytherin girl as she headed in that direction. She nodded and looked at Crabbe and I to see if we wanted anything. Crabbe asked for any food she could grab him while I said no thanks. What i wanted was not here in this house but across the street with Zabini. I scowled out the window at the lit up house directly across from us, where Zabini was visible talking to Parkinson and Hermione. Hermione caught sight of me and waved, forcing a bright smile on her face. Raising a hand back, I turned away. They obviously had their troubles there.

"Won won," Lavender cooed, "Come sit by me?"

"Don't call me that, Lavender," I replied curtly. I already had a headache after the freak-out she had had over not being able to share a room with me. Obviously the girl was still crazy about me. Literally, she was a psycho with it. She just did not get that it was over for good between me and her, and that I had my eye on someone else. She expected being in the same house as me to be her opportunity to get me back. Ha, like that would ever happen! Lavender would just have to settle with sharing a room with the other girl. I would gladly deal with Crabbe for five years than Lavender for one night. We had no problems that resulted in an argument so far, despite animosity between me and the Slytherin oaf's little leader Malfoy.

Jeshiskah came back and tossed a can of something at Lavender. "I don't know what it is. It was one of the only things there...the can says it's Pepsi, whatever that is." I slowly recalled Harry once giving me, Fred, George, and Ginny one of those to try, and I was just about to tell Lavender to not open it for a few minutes when soda blew up in her face and covered the room in stickiness. Right, if you shake up soda -that's what Harry called it- it would fizz and go everywhere.

"Get a mop," I sighed.

Lavender's POV

I was wide-eyed in shock after the explosion from my drink. It was all over me! It dripped from my hair and ran down my face. My shirt and top of my pants were soaked and felt sticky now. I looked up and saw that the walls and ceiling had the drink all over them, as well. "Get a mop," was all that was said, coming from Ron. Jeshikah ran and came back in less than a minute with the mop. Ron took it and began cleaning the floor. I stood to get out of his way, "I'm going to change..."

Dashing up the stairs, my face burned hot and tears pricked at my eyes. Merlin, I always had the worst things happen to me around him! He was probably laughing at me right now, as soon as I was out of sight he probably started. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Hermione gave us soda once, how could I forget? I scolded myself as I grabbed pajamas from my trunk and went to the bathroom. I turned on the shower head and simply ducked my head under the water without climbing in, letting the water rinse the soda from my hair.

Jeshikah's POV

I walked back into the kitchen and searched around for a rag of some kind. There was one under the sink that I took and soaked in water. I wrung it out gently and then went to the living room, and I climbed up onto the couch to reach up and scrub the wall. Ron glanced up and said he'd get the ceiling since he was taller, and I just smiled and nodded. After a few minutes, I reached as high as I could and jumped down. Crabbe took the wet rag from me and took it back to the kitchen. "I'm going to check on Lavender," I told Ron unnecessarily before taking the steps two at a time. I heard the shower running and knocked on the door.

"Come in," Lavender called out. I pushed the door open and saw her standing with her hair under the water. "Was it bad?"

"No, no. Not at all." I shook my head, "It's a mistake anyone from our world could make with some stupid muggle drink. I think Ron was just amused as the rest of us, but you know how he is in the morning before he's woken fully."

A small smile graced her lips, "Yeah, I do. Everyone knows, even you Slytherins apparently."

"It's not that hard to miss."

I walked over and squirted shampoo in her hair for her before she could ask me to hand it to her. I looked around for a towel but could not find one that was out; I opened a small closet in the corner and saw it stacked to the brim with towels and wash clothes. Grabbing one of the towels, I closed it back up and set the towel down by her feet. This was by far the most interesting night of my life, I decided. It had always been obvious that the Gryffindor was practically in love with the redheaded Keeper for her house's team, but no one would ever suspect that Lavender Brown, relationship extraordinaire was just as nervous and clumsy as any other teenage girl. She always carried herself with confidence in front of any guy. Yet, here I stood helping her clean herself up after what she considered a mortifying accident in front of the man she yearned for the most.

A/N:Ta-da! It's two days late, but this is your guys' Christmas present! Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, happy New Years, Happy Holidays! I don't know what everyone celebrates, but whatever it is this is your present for it. :) I know some of the character's POVs are short, only two sentences or one paragraph or whatever, but I wanted to get something from them in there, too, so you all coulod get a feel for how different characters are feeling. I missed some characters like Draco and Colin and Neville and Pansy, but I'll throw their POVs in in another chapter. I think the next chappie will be focused on Luna and the Ravenclaws.

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