Hogwarts High II
By Siriusly Amused
Author's Note: Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry! -flinches as rotten fruit is thrown at me once again for my tardiness- I didn't think that it would take me this long to update once again. Thank you for your patience though. It's pouring here. All summer with very little rain and now it pours. But the pouring rain has put me in a writing mood and I have been writing Dream On for so long that I need a break from it. So I have returned to the most beloved of my fics. The happy one. Chapter Three is the last summer chapter, which means that they go back to school in the next chapter! Yay! I always found the out-of-school parts difficult to write for some reason.
Disclaimer: I just watched Sin City which I don't own…I also don't own Harry Potter (or the wonderful new trailer)…Champagne Supernova by Oasis…Hungry, Hungry Hippos…Pikachu…
Chapter Three
I've Butchered These Characters
µ But you and I will never die…the world's still spinning around and we don't know why… µ
···Harry···
I was in that space between sleep and reality when a piercing scream echoed throughout the corridors of the mansion. My eyes shot open immediately, my chest rising and falling with every quick breath I took. I stayed in bed for a moment, lying on my back, staring up at the ceiling and taking in my surroundings. Sunlight seeped through my blinds and illuminated my room. The possibility of us being robbed in plain daylight was unlikely, but I couldn't think of any other reason for the scream. Loud voices were drifting up the stairs, causing me to leave my bed.
I was just reaching for the doorknob when panic constricted my chest. Had one of Tom's men found Draco and I? I threw open my closet door and reached for my baseball bat before I left my room and descended the stairs. The voices sounded like they were coming from the kitchen so I went there, holding my bat at ready as if I were actually playing baseball.
The large kitchen was also brightly lit. Jenny sat at the table eating a sandwich. She was smiling. Her mother was not. Susan had her hands over her cheeks, her eyes screwed up as she stared at a bald male sitting with his back to me at the kitchen island. Susan's eyes shot over to me and she quickly pointed at baldy.
"Just look at what he's done to himself!" she squealed.
Baldy turned his head to gaze at me over his shoulder, a smirk playing across his lips. My bat made the dull 'clunk' sound that metal makes against hard surfaces as it hit the floor; I had dropped it in my shock. Draco was the male sitting at the kitchen island. I pinched myself but it was no dream. Blondie was now baldy. I wobbled over to the nearest chair and sat down. My knees seemed to have grown considerably weak from shock.
"What the…?" I asked Draco, running my fingers through my own hair, unable to believe that this was happening.
"No one believes my natural hair color," Draco explained nonchalantly, throwing an arm casually across the back of his chair. "So I'm going to prove it. Don't worry, Potter. My lovely locks will be back soon."
"But not soon enough!" Susan all but shrieked as she placed her hands on the island countertop and leaned in closer to us, glaring so much that she could have given Snape a run for his money. "Your school starts in two weeks! Two weeks until you're introduced officially into this society! What will people think of you when you look like that!" she snapped as she straightened and indicated Draco's bald head.
"Don't worry," Draco said, reaching for a banana, "I'm so handsome that I made being bald look good."
Susan made a frustrated noise and turned her back to us. "You idiot boy! Bald is not in at the moment!"
I was confused at Susan's sudden change in personality. The whole month that we had been living in her home, she had been quiet and abiding. Now she was down right scary. I looked over to Draco to see if he was as confused as I, but Draco seemed to know what was going on. It must have something to do with being rich.
"I'll make it in," Draco explained, jumping off of his chair and walking toward the kitchen door.
"So you're delusional as well," Susan said mainly to herself as she rummaged around the medicine cabinet. "Pity. We were hoping to allow you to date Jaclyn seeing as you're the one with the proper breeding, but now I'm afraid we'll have to give her to the orphan here," she waved at hand at me.
Her announcement had stopped Draco in his tracks, his hand on the door. "Number one: Who's Jaclyn? Number two: We're both orphans, or have you forgotten where you got us?"
"Er…I don't want her," I added stupidly, not knowing what the hell they were talking about. Was being rich really this complicated?
"Jaclyn is my niece," Susan snapped. "And I realize that you're both orphans but at least you were raised by an influential man instead of heathens."
"I beg your pardon?" I asked indignantly. Sirius may have drooled a bit, but he was far from a heathen. "And there has got to be a law against us doing anything with Jaclyn," I added, shuddering at the thought.
Draco was observing Susan closely. His scrutinizing glare only angered her more.
"You may have just ruined your future, Draco," she whispered fiercely, her face very close to Draco's. "What have you got to say for yourself?"
Draco narrowed his eyes in thought. There was a tense moment before he spoke up with an unusual reply:
"I want to play Hungry, Hungry Hippos."
"Yay!" Jenny shrieked from the table. She scuttled out of her chair and skipped over to Draco as her mother continued to stare at him incredulously.
"Up for a game of Hungry, Hungry Hippos, Potter?" Draco asked me, his left hand pushing open the kitchen door and his right hand clasping Jenny's. Susan's head turned toward me, her nostrils flaring, making her look like a bull ready to charge. I jumped slightly and followed Draco and Jenny out of the kitchen.
"You're insane," I told Draco as we headed up the steps.
"I'm also cold," Draco added, bringing his free hand to cover his bald head. "Is it chilly in here to you?"
···Ginny···
"Stop it, Ginny! You're getting butter in my hair!"
Ron whipped his head around to glare at me over his shoulder. We were at the mega-plex standing in the long lobby line for the last big blockbuster of the summer. Ron and I had been the first of the group to arrive and we quickly reserved a spot in line as we waited for the others. Ron kept the spot when I went off to the concession stand to get popcorn and candy, and now I was holding the spot seeing as the video games that were next to the line were too tempting for Ron. He had stepped over the velvet ropes and was playing a martial arts game that was close enough for me to throw popcorn at him.
"God forbid anything happen to your hair," I replied sarcastically as Ron lost his video game and returned to stand in line with me.
"My hair is awesome," Ron stated as he wrestled with opening his bag of Twizzlers. He had just managed to get it open when a loud shriek caught our attention and before either of us could do anything, Lavender had practically thrown herself at my startled brother. Her slender fingers slid through Ron's longish hair and Ron merely stood there like an idiot, a Twizzler hanging out of his mouth.
"It's so soft," Lavender stated in an awed whisper as her hands remained in Ron's hair. "What conditioner do you use?" she asked him.
"Whatever's in the bathroom," I replied firmly, yanking Lavender's hands out of my brother's hair. I liked Lavender enough, but Hermione was still my best friend; therefore, I was going to keep as many girls away from Ron as I could. He was Hermione's.
Lavender glared at me for interrupting her pretty pathetic excuse for flirting, but whatever cat fight that might have ensued was discouraged by Dean and Noelle showing up. Their gazes went from Lavender and I glaring heatedly at one another to Ron standing between us with that damn Twizzler still hanging out of his mouth.
"Did we miss something?" Noelle asked curiously.
"No," Lavender and I both replied at once. Ron merely shrugged and punched Dean on the arm. Dean returned the gesture.
"Are Parvati and Seamus going to show up?" I asked, glancing at my watch. It was nearly show time. Dean and Lavender both exchanged glances.
"I broke up with Parvati in June," Dean announced, sending an apologetic look at me and Ron for not telling us sooner. "We've been dating since eighth grade; I just thought we should see other people."
"And I broke up with Seamus shortly after for the same reason," Lavender added.
Ron and I exchanged scared glances. Dean had been particularly nice to me over the past couple of weeks but I had thought that it was due to him just being happy that I was no longer sitting at home depressed, and this was the first time that Lavender had seen Ron since school ended and if she liked his new hairstyle that much…
We were saved from the awkward moment by the line finally moving to go into the auditorium. Ron and I tried as hard as we could to avoid sitting by our admirers but to no avail. Lavender nearly plowed Noelle over to sit by Ron and Dean had climbed over several people to sit by me.
I felt sorry for Noelle during the movie. The big blockbuster turned out to be a boring piece of crap and she had to put up with Lavender continually grabbing Ron's arm during the 'scary' parts and Dean's attempts to casually brush my arm.
By the end of the movie, Noelle was slouched down in her seat with her feet propped on the chair in front of her and her head resting in one hand as her other hand flew a napkin airplane around in an attempt to amuse herself.
"Is it over?" she asked when she noticed the rest of us standing.
"Yes, thank goodness," I replied. Dean was behind me and inching uncomfortably close so I pushed Ron, who was in front of me, to move faster. My push had sent him right into Lavender. He wrapped a hand around her waist to steady himself and Lavender's hand quickly claimed his. She exclaimed 'Ron' in a mock shocked tone but kept her hand tangled with his. Ron sent me an angry glare over his shoulder.
When we finally made it out of the auditorium, Ron dropped Lavender's hand and stalked into the men's room. Lavender said something about having to relieve a full bladder and grabbed Noelle's hand to drag her along. Dean and I were left in the corridor.
His arm reached around me under the guise of getting a handful of popcorn from the bag that I was holding. I quickly turned around to face him and offered the bag. He took it glumly and sighed.
"Listen, Ginny, I'm going to be straight with you," he said, lugubriously shaking the popcorn bag as if to mix the salt. "I've kind of had my eye on you ever since you broke up with Michael. I thought about breaking up with Parvati then, but I noticed that you and Harry were kind of getting close again so I backed off."
"That was very noble of you," I replied. This talk was making me slightly nervous and I was backing myself up against a wall without realizing it.
"But Harry's gone now," Dean continued, taking a step closer to me. "And he's probably not coming back. So why not take a chance with me?"
"Come, Ginny."
I was saved from answering Dean by Ron who had firmly grabbed my hand and was now leading me out of the theatre so quickly that Dean probably didn't even realize that I was gone.
A fresh summer breeze greeted us as we left the building and entered the parking lot. Ron dropped my hand and the two of us began searching for Old Betsy. Mom and Dad hadn't taken the twin's news that they weren't going to go to college well and had taken the car away from them as a result, giving it to Ron instead.
We both got into the car as quickly as we could and slammed our doors. The car revved up and Ron glanced behind himself and backed out. We were skirting out of the parking lot within seconds, Ron's anger causing him to speed down the street, the street lights and shop lights blurring past us. We sat in silence for a minute before Ron made a sharp right and entered a fast food drive through.
"You want something?" he asked, rolling down his window.
"Chocolate," I said at once.
"Shake?"
"Sure."
Ron talked to the box and a minute later we were back on the street. I was gulping down my chocolate shake, trying not to worry that Ron had a cheeseburger in one hand and a shake in the other while he continued to speed.
"Can you believe those two?" Ron asked at last, breaking the angered silence in the car. "I mean, Dean is my friend and Harry's friend and he has no right moving in on my sister and Harry's ex-girlfriend without consulting us first! And Lavender! I mean, she's hot and everything, and I definitely wouldn't mind…" Ron trailed off suggestively and I shuddered at the mental image he was painting. "But I'm not going to move in on one of my best friend's ex-girlfriend so soon after their break up."
"And what about…?" I asked heatedly, feeling angry that Ron wasn't thinking about the real reason why he was still single.
"I'm thinking about Hermione too," Ron defended himself.
"Sure, whatever," I replied disbelievingly.
"I am, dammit!" Ron placed his shake in the cup holder, reached under his shirt collar and brought out his necklace with Hermione's class ring on it. I gazed at the little silver circle glittering on his chest in the passing street lights.
"You still wear her ring?" I asked him, smiling slightly.
"Not all the time," he replied, but I noticed a slight blush creeping up his neck. "Do you still think about Harry? I mean, I know you two haven't been a couple for over six months but…"
"If Harry had stayed, we'd probably be a couple right now," I replied.
My brother and I were silent for a moment before Ron hastily concealed Hermione's class ring under his shirt and crumbled up the foil that his cheeseburger had been in, throwing it in the backseat before picking up his shake from the cupholder. "Well romance sucks," he announced.
I laughed and we spent the rest of the ride home arguing over which radio station to listen to. Mom was happily fixing herself a cup of tea in the kitchen when we came in.
"Hello, dears," she greeted brightly. "How was the movie?"
"Shitty," Ron replied, throwing his empty shake cup away.
"Language," Mom replied, sitting down at the kitchen table and patting the chairs next to her, indicating that we should join her. Ron sent a pleading look toward his room but sat down nonetheless.
"You're awfully happy," I announced. When Ron and I had left for the movies, Mom and Dad had been arguing with Bill and the twins. Bill had spent the past couple of nights talking with the twins about their plans for their future shop and they had spent the majority of the day trying to coax Mom and Dad into going along with it. Bill had admitted that there was a good chance that the twins were on to something. He even had paper work and statistics to prove it.
"Well, we made an agreement," Mom announced.
"You sell the twins to some lab for testing and we use the money for my college education?" Ron asked dully.
"Funny you should mention that, dear," Mom replied, giving us a slight smile. "We've decided to let the twins try this shop thing out. If they succeed, we'll leave them alone about college. If the shop fails, they'll sell it and use the money to go to college, majoring in genetic engineering."
"Genetic engineering?" I asked, shocked.
"Am I the only one who thinks Fred and George shouldn't be tampering with DNA?" Ron asked.
"It's definitely not a good idea," I assured him.
Mom sighed. "That's why I really hope Bill's right that this thing will work out." Mom took a sip of her tea as Ron and I exchanged scared glances. "Ron, dear, your hair looks as though someone's been running their fingers through it. Is there something you want to tell me, young man?"
···Draco···
"Dammit, Pikachu, jump!"
"Take that, Malfoy! I am so kicking your ass!"
"Well I am so totally letting you kick my ass because I pity you and your ugly hair!"
"At least I have hair!"
"For the last time, it'll grow back!"
After playing several games of Hungry, Hungry Hippos, Potter and I had switched over to video games and had been stationed in front of the TV in his room ever since, leaving only occasionally to bring up chips or sodas from the kitchen. It was now evening; Potter's room was lit by whatever was left of the sunset and the bluish glare from the TV screen. He had beaten me at every game we had played that day, excluding Hungry, Hungry Hippos because he let the little squirt win that. Needless to say that I was getting pretty pissed.
"Well, at least I don't have an ugly face like you!" Potter retorted, throwing his controller down.
I gasped in shock. My face? Ugly? Never!
"That's it!" I exclaimed, and before Potter could react, I shot my hand forward and took his glasses.
"Give them back!" he shouted at once, his eyes squinting in an effort to see me more clearly. He lunged at me but I dodged him easily seeing as his aim was slightly off. I got to my feet and raised his glasses over my head.
"Tell me I'm pretty, Potter!" I ordered, "Or else your glasses gets it!"
"You are fucking insane!" Potter replied from his spot on the floor, his eyes merely squinty slits as he tried to will his eyesight to return.
"But I'm pretty!"
"You're insane!"
"That's it!" And with that, I threw Potter's glasses onto the floor and stepped on them. There was a satisfying crack as they snapped under my foot. Potter gasped and stared at the general location of his broken glasses.
"You did not!"
"Oh I so did!"
Potter sent me a glare so vindictive that I was actually scared. He stood up and wandered over to his door blindly.
"Going to go cry, Potter?" I asked him as he flicked the light on in our bathroom. "What are you doing?" I asked, nervous when he didn't answer. I left his room and went to the hallway to gaze into our bathroom. My heart skipped a beat when I saw exactly what he was doing. He had my bottle of moisturizer and he was emptying it into the toilet.
"Damn you, Potter!" I exclaimed once Harry had finished off the majority of the bottle and was now squeezing out the last little bits of it, causing the bottle to make squeaky sounds. Potter threw the empty bottle into the trash can and flushed the toilet as I continued to whine. "I have combination skin, you asshole!"
"Ugh, Aunt Susan was right; you two are hopeless!"
I spun around at the sound of a female voice and came face to face with a sneering blonde girl.
"Who's there?" Potter asked from the bathroom. He was ignored.
"Draco Malfoy," the girl continued, her eyes roaming up and down my frame. "Last time I saw you, you had parents and hair."
I just stared at the girl while my brain flipped through my little black book. When I didn't retort to her comment, the girl continued.
"Are you still as fit as you were last year?" she asked, casually lifting up my T-shirt to glance at my stomach. I immediately pulled my shirt back down and took several steps backward, clumsily running into Potter who had left the safety of the bathroom to see who our visitor was.
"Dammit, Draco, watch where you're going! You know I'm blind as a bat without my glasses!"
"I don't remember you being the shy type, Draco," the girl continued, smirking at us.
"Who ARE you!" I asked at last, pointing Harry in the right direction seeing as he was staring into his bedroom as if the girl was in there. He really must have horrible eye sight. "Did I ever drunkenly sleep with you at one of my parents' parties?"
The girl scowled at this. "No," she answered, crossing her slender arms over her chest. "I've only been to a few of your parents' parties, and the last one I went to was the one they had last summer and you were drunkenly chatting up an umbrella stand at that one. It didn't help my self confidence to know that you'd rather attempt to make-out with an inanimate object than me."
Potter snorted somewhere to my left and I heard him whisper, "umbrella stand," under his breath.
"Shut up, Potter!" I snapped, but it was too late, the girl's icy blue eyes found their way over to Harry and she was now observing him.
"And you must be Harry Potter," she continued, taking a step closer to us and bringing a hand to lightly touch Harry's arm. Harry looked rather uncomfortable.
"Well, you obviously know us, so who the hell are you?" I asked once again. The girl just smiled at us. Her smile was not friendly at all.
"I'm Jaclyn."
···Tonks···
"Tonks! Hey, Tonks, wait up!"
I paused on the darkening trail to see Remus running to catch up with me. I had joined my mother, aunt, cousin, and Remus for dinner at the run down house of Black and was now on my way home to watch TV and put off filling out job applications. Shortly after my roommate had kicked me out of our apartment, I had lost my teaching job. Life was not going well at the present time, excluding the fleeting moments in the evening that I got to spend with Remus.
"Are you allowed to venture this far away from the house?" I asked, gracing him with a smirk as I placed my hands upon my hips.
Remus didn't answer but gave me an alluring half smile while he shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned against a nearby tree.
"I wanted to ask you something," he informed softly, his eyes locking with mine.
"Oh?" I choked out. I was suddenly finding it difficult to swallow. Remus continued to gaze at me for awhile; he seemed to be sizing me up.
"Well, Narcissa, Sirius and I wanted to ask you something, but the children," he rolled his eyes as he said the last two words, "elected me to tell you privately."
My inquisitive stare turned to an angry glare in a nanosecond. I had suspected Aunt Narcissa picking up on my crush, but to find out that she and my prankster cousin were setting up incidences to get Remus and myself alone together really irked me. I could seduce Remus on my own, thank you very much.
"Well, what is it?" I half sighed, jamming my own hands into my pockets and relaxing my form. If all three of them wanted to ask me the same question, then the question wouldn't be, "Would you like to have hot, passionate sex with me?".
"Well, your mother tells us that you're a social studies teacher," Remus informed, giving me another one of his half smiles. I adverted my eyes from his and hoped he didn't realize that I've wanted to be a social studies teacher ever since he left to go to college to become one.
"Mostly history," I confirmed.
"Andromeda also said that you recently lost your job."
"Damn her! Does she have to tell everyone!" I fumed.
"It's nothing to be ashamed about," Remus stated quietly. "I've been laid off loads of times."
"You have?" I asked, my anger subsiding. Remus nodded sadly. It was his turn to advert his eyes.
"I turned into an insomniac when James and Lily died. My work effort slacked a bit. Anyway, I started subbing for Hogwarts High last year and I was supposed to take over the history department this year but…" Remus waved a hand to indicate his hideout. "Harry and Draco were good friends with Ron Weasley. I believe you're distantly related to him?"
My eyes widened. "Very distantly related to him. We must be, I don't know, tenth cousins or something. I pretty much only see the Weasleys when we get invited to the same weddings--and the last one must have been about four years ago! Ron's voice was in the process of changing. It was cute."
Remus chuckled. "Well, Ron's a junior this year so he'll be forced to take American History…"
"And you want me to apply for the job so I can keep an ear out for any news of Harry and/or Draco?" I finished.
"You were always a smart one," Remus complimented.
"Well, I'll apply for the job, but there's no promises of my actually getting hired." I indicated my pink hair. Remus only chuckled.
"You'll get the job, don't worry. Dumbledore's still the principal. He'll think your pink hair will be adding culture to the school."
···Noelle···
"Ron!"
There was a loud splash as Lavender tackled a startled Ron and the duo fell into my swimming pool. It was my mother's idea to throw an end-of-summer pool party. She suggested it after making little comments that I haven't been socializing much this summer. I think she was afraid that I'd recoil back into my introverted self and lose all my newfound friends. I obliged because I was fearing the same thing.
Draco and Hermione were gone, leaving me to feel slightly vulnerable in their absence. I got along fine with Ginny, but the fiery redhead was more confident than I was and truth be told, I had always connected better with Hermione.
So I threw the party and invited the Weasleys and anyone else I could think of. Word had apparently gotten out, however, seeing as my backyard was filled with students from Hogwarts High, most of them I didn't even know.
Ron and Ginny were one of the first guests to show up. Both of them were clad in their swimming suits and they informed me that the twins were busy with their shop but sent their hellos. Ginny and I immediately went off to find some lounge chairs and sun ourselves, while Ron helped Dean and Seamus barbeque. Ron was apparently on his way over to ask Ginny and I if we wanted something to eat when he was attacked by Lavender. The two were currently splashing each other playfully in the pool.
"Ugh, he's so pathetic," Ginny remarked, sitting up and taking her sunglasses off to glare at her brother in the pool. "He and Lavender don't have much in common. He just wants some action."
"Well, he has been trying to avoid her for the past couple of weeks," I reasoned. "And she is sort of throwing herself at him. And he is a guy."
"I know," Ginny sighed. "But I still think it's pathetic." We continued to stare as Ron dunked Lavender.
···Hermione···
"Did you know that Benjamin Franklin was a nudist?"
"What?"
"I speak the truth."
"Whatever." I threw a piece of popcorn at Gavin teasingly. We had both closed that night only to find that it was pouring down rain when we got off, so we sat under the marquee and ate left over popcorn as we waited for the rain to let up. I was pleasantly surprised to find out that I was enjoying myself. Ass that he was, Gavin was nonetheless intelligent and could carry on an interesting conversation.
"Are you really going to quit?" he asked suddenly, his voice soft and barely audible over the rain.
"Yeah, I'm anal about my studies so I'm only here until school starts."
"Hermione?"
"Hmm?" I turned my head toward him and was shocked to find his lips touching mine. My body froze up and all I could concentrate on was the kiss. After a moment, I began kissing him back.
···
From: How can I ever face Ron again?
Sent: August 25th, 12:38 AM
To: She who will not tell her brother
Subject: Why did I stay after work?
Ginny,
I stayed behind after work today because it was raining and I didn't want to get wet. Gavin also stayed behind. He kissed me and I sort of just froze up at first but then I started kissing him back! Once I realized what I was doing, I stopped, made an excuse, and left. And now I'm sitting in my room, still in my work uniform, and crying because Gavin's not Ron, yet I want to be with him. What am I going to do?
Hermione
·
From: A sister who's tired of hearing about her brother's love life
Sent: August 25th, 9:45 AM
To: Noelle, be glad your brother hasn't hit puberty yet
Subject: My life would be easier if Ron were a girl
Noelle,
Lavender's flirting with Ron. Ron's flirting with Lavender. Ron still cares about Hermione. Hermione still cares about Ron. But Hermione kissed another guy. Why is my brother's love life more interesting than mine?
She who has nothing better to do than to worry over her brother's situation
·
From: I'd rather have your brother than mine
Sent: August 25th, 10:03 AM
To: The other redheaded girl
Subject: My brother still wets his bed
Gin,
Why are you e-mailing me when we can meet up and discuss Hermione's situation over ice cream?
Noelle
·
From: I have no left shoe
Sent: August 25th, 5:45 PM
To: The pour soul stuck living with Draco
Subject: I can't find my damn shoe
Harry,
Do you by any chance happen to know where my left shoe is? The nice pair that I have? I'm going bowling with Lavender and Dean tonight and I want to look good.
Ron
·
From: Harry
Sent: August 25th, 6:30 PM
To: He who has no left shoe
Subject: You think YOU got it bad?
Ron,
Draco shaved his head. Draco broke my glasses. It took me two hours to find where I had put my contacts. There's a blonde bitch who won't leave me alone--and I don't mean Draco.
Harry
P.S. Did you look in the twin's room?
P.P.S. You'll have to change shoes for bowling anyway and why the hell do you want to look good for Dean?
·
From: I love my left shoe
Sent: August 25th, 6:55 PM
To: You do have it bad, man
Subject: I found my shoe
Harry,
Draco did what now? Don't you usually wear contacts anyway? Who's the girl? Thanks for the advice; it was in the twin's room. I want to look good for Lavender, not Dean, you dolt!
Ron
·
From: She's still here
Sent: August 25th, 9:39 PM
To: He who obviously wants to be left alone with his left shoe
Subject: Lavender?
Ron,
Lavender?
Harry
·
From: Two hot redheads (not the twins)
Sent: August 25th, 10:27 PM
To: She who has a boy pining after her
Subject: You go, girl!
Mione,
After much deliberation, Noelle and I have concluded that you should give this boy a chance. You're obviously somewhat attracted to him if you kissed him back and my brother is currently thousands of miles away from you. He's bowling at the moment.
As for us, we're single and loving it. Here's to chick flicks and ice cream!
Love,
Ginny and Noelle
P.S. Did you get that e-mail from Harry saying that Draco shaved his head! Noelle's in hysterics at the moment.
·
From: Uninformed of Draco's whereabouts
Sent: August 26th, 7:00 AM
To: Gin
Subject: Huh?
Gin,
Draco did what now?
Love,
Mione
·
From: Hermione
Sent: August 26th, 8:27 AM
To: Ron
Subject: I didn't expect this to happen
Ron,
Don't be angry, but--
I met a guy.
Love,
Hermione
···
End Author's Note: FINALLY! This took way too long for me to get out. I'm just hoping that the chapters will become easier to write once they're all in school. As usual, I have not proofread this because I just want to get it up for you guys as soon as I possibly can. Also, when I started writing HH, I for some reason pictured Harry without glasses for the most part. Let's face it, most people who have poor eyesight have both contacts and glasses. Sirius got Harry contacts right before Harry started high school and Harry's one of those people who normally wore contacts but would wear his glasses occasionally because he'd be too lazy to put his contacts in. I don't know why I decided to share that with you guys. I need to go to bed. G'night!