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Rule three: Don't start a conversation, it will only give you hope

I was whistling a cheerful tune when I walked through the library. Today we had to have our homework done for Snape and I had been so smart to wait till the very last moment. I walked through the library with springy steps, I was still in ecstasy about the little chitchat Harry and I had yesterday.

I made a little leap and spun around as some weird dance. I felt my hand hit something and with a lot of noise, seven books fell on the ground. I looked around, felt myself turn red and dove after the books. I made a pile of it and placed in on the ground, next to some other piled up books. I looked around and saw everybody watching me.

I stood up straight and shot them an arrogant glance, "'s there something to see?" I asked conceited.

Two or three girls snickered and I continued to walk to the D.A.D.A. section, this time on a normal way, without happy leaps or twirls.

"OK, that was quite embarrassing," I said to myself as I turned around the corner and leaned against the bookshelves, pretending to look at the books.

"What was?" A voice asked. I turned at the direction from the voice and three guesses who I saw?

At the same moment he turned in my direction and saw me, "oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else," he said, "It's you again?" He said nicely when he recognized me.

"Yeah," was the only response I could think of.

"What're you doing here?"

"Searching for a book for Snape." And I turned back to the books, trying to concentrate on what was on the back of the books.

"Me too, it's not there, that's where I started."

"Oh … thanks," I smiled at him. He was standing at the very end of the bookcase, "then I'll start here," and I walked to the other side, the place where he would end. Now we would search, closing the distance between us, just like the muggle movie Lady and the Tramp, but now not with spaghetti, but with books.

"Come on. Where could that damn book be?!" Harry exclaimed after another ten minutes of searching.

"Not really patient, are you?" I teased. I looked in his direction; he was still reading the backs of the books.

"Gryffindor, oi?" He said drily, still looking at the books, "known for its courage, not for its patient."

I chuckled. "The way I see it now is that you'd better be a coward with patients, than the other way around."

"You do?" Harry looked up from the books and looked at me if I really mean it, "You'd rather be a weasel than an eagle?"

"Oi, eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked in jet engines." Harry burst into laughing. "No," I continued, "of course not, but a bit of patients wouldn't hurt anybody." I winked.

He chuckled and continued to search for the book, "weasels don't get sucked in jet engines," I heard him mutter under his breath.

I smiled. At that moment my eye caught the book I was looking for, "got it," I said somewhat disappointed that we didn't had to search till we were in the middle, like it did with Lady and the Tramp.

I took the book from the shelf and opened it, searching for an index. I felt something tickle in my neck and when I turned my head to see what it was, I saw Harry's head next to mine. I shrieked and dropped the book.

"Good job!" A sarcastic voice came from elsewhere in the library. "Why don't you learn to hold books!"

"Yeah, so much for the cleverness of the Ravenclaws." Someone else said.

"Oi, Shu'up!" Harry yelled.

"Indeed girl, let your boyfriend handle it!" A third voice said, sounding uninterested.

"This is a library people! Why don't we all just shut up?!" A forth voice said ironically.

"The next one, who dares to say one more word is kicked out of the library and has 50 points deduction!" The magically amplified voice of Madame Prince said.

"I'm sorry," I whispered to Harry, "you scared me half to death."

"No, I'm sorry, I use to that with Hermione," he said apologizing.

"Oh yeah, Hermione." I said and I couldn't keep out the tone of disapprove from my voice.

"You got something against her, too?" He said defending.

"What you mean?"

"Do all you Ravenclaws hate her?"

Well, I couldn't really deny that. "Hate is a strong word," I said carefully, "but I guess she's OK, why d'you ask?"

"Cho hated her, too and well … yeah," he said somewhat fumbling.

"Cho is a walking irrigation system, screw what she says."

Harry laughed, "Maybe a little rude of me, but do you have our potions homework?"

I grabbed my bag and handed it over to him. "Afraid Slughorn won't like you as much as he does now?"

"Reputation is an unstable thing," He shrugged. He wanted to sit down at a table.

"Are you gonna do old school?"

"What—why?"

I took his peace op parchment and his quill and placed it next to mine. I pointed with my want at the quill and the quill started to copy on its own.

"How did you do that?" He said with admiration in his voice.

"Well, we've got a teacher, named Snape—tall, dark guy, greasy hear, a real creep—he tries to learn us something during a class named Defense Against the Dark Arts called nonverbal spells." I said ironically.

Harry closed his eyes, smiled and sighed, "I know that, he hates me. What I meant was: How did you get the quill to do what he is doing now."

"Having smart friends," I said and I winked at him.

He laughed, "What's the spell?" He asked now straight to the point.

"Maybe I'll tell you later, I have to go now," I repeated what he had said last evening.

"You do?" He looked at his watch, "shit, I have to go, too. I said to Hermione that I would meet them in the Gryffindor common room." He seemed to think, "Well, I'm too late for that now. I'll walk with you."

I smiled. I took my piece of parchment and put it back in my bag. "But tell me," I asked him while we walked to the exit of the library. "What is going on between you and Hermione? I mean, Cho said she was like your girlfriend and you mom at the same time."

"Yeah, Cho didn't like Hermione much." Harry said rather unnecessarily.

"I noticed." I smiled, "she told everyone what a jerk you are and what a bitch Granger is."

"Granger?" Harry asked, still smiling.

"Yeah sorry, use to call her that way. Old habits die hard."

"What is your name actually?"

"Jenny Vaughan." I shook his hand.

"Let's go this way," he said and he pulled me behind some tapestry, "This is a shortcut," he said, walking down a stairs that seemed to be endless.

"So what happened actually at that date with Cho?"

"She hadn't told?"

"She had." I admitted, "but that means I only know the Ravenclaw part of the story."

"Well, I can only tell you the Gryffindor part of the story. If you want an objective part of the story, you should go to the Hufflepuffs."

"Yeah, or the Slyth—" then I realized what I wanted to say, "no, not the Slytherins!" I exclaimed, correcting myself. Harry burst in laughter.

"No, not the Slytherins," he chuckled. We walked down the stairs, walked past another tapestry and entered the dungeons where we saw his friends waiting for him.

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