AN: Sorry for the super late update. I'm not ganna lie reasons for long update is because I recently wrote a long oneshot, and not to mention school's a buzz kill. I mean classes start at 7:00am, how cruel can they be? When I get home I'm so sleepy and tired, not to mention we have tests every day. UGH! That and I'm a lazy ass. So sorry for that.

Also I recently asked on my oneshot who would be willing to BETA for me, and no one offered. LOL. I guess I'm hopeless that way. I guess I have to learn how to proofread. Aye?

I tried to make this chapter interesting (again adding new scenes to the original 2k chapter) so I hope you like it. If you have any complains please drop it off at the review box. Thank you for being patient.

Enjoy!

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"Well, I think it's time for you to leave as Ella still hasn't finished dressing." Hermione announced to the group and both Harry and Ron blushed as they realized that Hermione was right, Ella was clothed in nothing but the white robes professor Slughorn has procured for her.

"Thank you for that reminder Ms. Granger. Let us allow Ella to get dressed come Mister Potter and-?" Professor Slughorn looked at Ron, who for his part had mildly turned crimson, whether it was out of feeling offended or insulted, no one could tell really.

"Weasley. Ron Weasley sir." Ron answered the professor and the latter only nodded.

"Right, come along gents." As the professor and the two boys begun to leave the room, Ella had called for Harry.

"It's alright Harry, we'll wait for you outside." Professor Slughorn reassured the young lad before he and Ron closed the doors behind them. Only Harry, Ella and Hermione were left behind. The two friends wore masks of confusion directed at Ella, but the girl only looked calm and composed.

"What is it Ella?" Harry asked the rose he had just recently turned into a girl. Although, he suspects he has slightly understood what was going on, the feeling of having Ella was all too new to him. To be honest, he still doesn't know what to make of the situation he has found himself in; it seemed too bizarre, which is strange since nothing is too queer in the magical world. And yet here he is, stuck in a place of uncertainty and slight discomfort, Fate must be laughing at his flightiness for it was only moments ago that he had been so excited.

"I only wanted to ask if you want to stay. Maybe you can help me dress? Or would you prefer to just watch?" Ella had asked him in a teasing tone that had made him blush. Any boy in his position would have found the invitation thoroughly tempting though.

"Don't be absurd! He needs to leave. If you need any assistance I am here. You are leaving, aren't you Harry?" Hermione had asserted, her features threatening to break into a glare that was directed at both Ella and Harry. And frankly, making Hermione angry was something Harry had so adamantly avoided ever since they've been friend years ago.

"Yes, I am leaving. After all, it is proper decorum." Harry had announced with finality as he moved to leave the area, but Ella's voice had once again stopped him in his tracks.

"Decorum? If I gave you consent, would it then be proper?" Harry could feel himself gaping at Ella. The girl's abrasiveness has completely shocked him, she was too forward and he wonders if he had wanted her to be so, or if just truly held no reservations when it comes to their makers. Harry swore he saw Ella smirked at him.

"Of course not! Harry has enough sense not to. Don't mistake him to be anything less than a gentleman." By this time it was apparent that Hermione has grown annoyed and Harry could feel something brewing in the air. It suddenly became very hot inside the room.

"Hermione's right, I don't want to-" Harry had begun only to be cut off by Ella again.

"Do you then find me unattractive? Do you have any complains? Could it be my pale skin, or is it my uninspired eyes? Or are my feminine attributes not to your liking?" Ella by this time had approached Harry closer, and the latter felt like a gazelle being trapped by a lioness.

"You're feminine attributes are very attractive. And not that I don't appreciate the offer, really I do-" Harry stammered, but he wasn't able to finish his sentence since it was now Hermione who has rudely interrupted him.

"Harry!" Hermione yelled at him and gave him a look of disapproval, sensing the warning message of his friend's stance and tone, Harry merely gulped and nodded his head in agreement.

"Right, sorry. Really I mustn't, so I'll leave…" Harry quickly opened the door and almost dashed out of the room. When Hermione and Ella were both finally alone the latter had begun to laugh quite heartily. While the former huffed in annoyance and muttered to herself before opening one of the cupboards to retrieve the bag of clothes she had left there yesterday. As Hermione was done, she stared at her companion who still had mirth playing in her brown eyes, Hermione was not pleased, not pleased at all that Ella seemed to enjoy her playfulness with Harry.

"You mustn't tease him." Hermione told Ella and the latter had raised her eyebrow at her before approaching Hermione almost challengingly.

"What' the harm? He seemed to have enjoyed." By this Hermione had stopped arranging the clothes and completely faced Ella.

"You have embarrassed him and made him feel uncomfortable. Harry's not used to such forwardness. Keep in mind that not everyone has your confidence."

"Confidence you say? Maybe it's only you Hermione who believes that a lady waits and not chases. But at this age let me assure you men like attention too. It gives them, as you say, confidence." Ella told Hermione pointedly and finished it with a grin. Hermione however wasn't letting Ella have the last word in their little tête-à-tête.

"It is not confidence Ella, rather I reckon it's arrogance. But Harry isn't like that and you should know that of him, he is after all, your maker." By this Ella merely smiled at Hermione and reached across her, and curled her fingers against one of Hermione's brown locks, but Hermione had took a step back taking her brown curls with her and making Ella smirk as the brunette hair slipped out of her grasp.

"You seem to forget I am but the canvass; the colors brought by my painter's brush strokes. What I am he has intended, known and made. I believe I have the right and sensibility to act as myself." By this statement Hermione had no answer, since she was right. Ella was Harry's dream girl who was merely stained by her own essence. Those traits she had so clearly prized about herself was something she could see inside of Ella, and she is dismayed since those same things are what infuriates her about Harry's rose the most. Could Fate truly be so cruel?

"Perhaps you are right Ella, enough about this. Let us move on to your apparel. I have recently bought undergarments for you when professor Slughorn gave me permission to shop for some of the ingredients for the potion. And I think my shirt would fit you. Now as for the trousers, you have longer legs than mine, but-"

"Thank you Hermione, but may I ask? Do you tend to distract when you have no more arguments." Hermione sighed Ella was truly testing her patience.

"No, I tend to change the subject to emphasize that I have let go of the argument, as should you."

"For someone who has a vocabulary as wide as Oxford's-"

"Ella please! Do you roses take this long to dress? If you know how to debate surely you know how to button a shirt. If yes, then I'll leave you to it." Hermione pushed pass through Ella and angrily stormed off outside the room and slamming the doors behind her as she went. As she stepped out she noticed that she had slightly caught Ron off guard as he had a look of horror and surprise painted on his face when he saw her. But then it turned into worry and confusion when he saw Hermione leaning against a wall. The two friends were alone, as both Harry and the professor had left just moments ago. Ron was slightly worried about Hermione's furrowed brows and her anger driven stares casted on the marble floors.

"I thought you were going to help her dress?"

"I find she talks more than she moves. It's annoying actually. Where are the professor and Harry?"

"Well, professor Slughorn wanted to give Harry some last reminders. What were the two of you talking about anyway, you look quite upset?"

"I was chiding her for teasing Harry."

"Teasing Harry? Was that why he was blushing when he came out?" Hermione rolled her eyes and begun crossing her arms in front of her.

"That girl has no sense of propriety. She openly flirts with him. Honestly!"

"I'm sure Harry didn't mind."

"Excuse me?"Ron visibly flinched as Hermione was casting him one of her famous looks that clearly told him 'you dare speak of it to me'. Nonetheless he squashed the thoughts of self preservation and decided that Hermione needed to listen to reason, rather his version of it.

"Think about it. A drop-dead-gorgeous girl, almost Veela-like flirts with you. I'm sure even if you're swinging for the other team any bloke would be quite flattered."

"You and your ability to put whims first. Truly, I blame it on testosterone." Hermione told Ron grinning slightly, and when he realized his friend was attempting to make a joke he decided to indulge her.

"We're biologically designed that way, and you know what happens to those who try to fight nature." By this Hermione laughed slightly, but then she turned somber once more. She had turned to look at Ron again.

"Do you really prefer forward girls?" Ron gave her a quizzical look before answering.

"Myself in particular or general?"

"General." Ron looked at her thoughtfully and after a minute he seemed to have worked out an answer for Hermione.

"Well, we take what we can get, I supposed. Forward girls are easy to spot and they make their intentions quite clear. With girls who aren't it's quite hard for us, since they're friendly at best, indifferent at worst and most of the time they're civil and treat us casually that we get the impression that that's how they treat common men. How are we to know we are special to them?"

"What if she's just shy? Can't you read the subtlety of her actions? Or must she really point it out to you; wear a placard that professes her undying love, would it be only then that you'll see her?" With this Ron had grown silent once more. Ever since his talk with Harry a week ago he had tried to be careful around Hermione, he had wanted to be kinder to her and see if they're friendship is built on something, something that isn't composed of fighting, insults and having Harry as a mutual friend. They have always been stubborn and with them having different opinions and clashing personalities it's truly no wonder why they easily get on each other's nerves.

"Girls are pretty hard to read. And since we're aware we've never been good with the art, we're afraid to misread." By this Ron has earned a pleased smile from Hermione.

"That was rather insightful. I like this conversation. Might I claim I have rubbed off on you?" Hermione teased him and Ron rolled his eyes at his friend.

"Not likely. I'd like to think I achieved it on my own."

"Oh, very well then. Thanks Ron." The two friends exchange grins quite pleased for the first time that they had an argument that was resolved and didn't escalate to a fight.

"So when are you going to tell him?" Ron broke the silence with his question and with this Hermione raised an eyebrow at his vagueness.

"Tell who what?" Ron was about to answer when they heard a footsteps and a familiar baritone.

"What are you two talking about?" Harry had arrived carrying a leather notebook with him. The two friends shrugged and began to cast their attentions at their newly arrived friend.

"What did the professor say?" Hermione had asked Harry.

"He had advised me to keep a journal of my experience with Ella, since on the twenty-fourth I am going to deliver a speech about this whole ordeal."

"Well, isn't that just brilliant mate?" Ron gave Harry a look of sympathy and the latter nodded his head in agreement.

"Makes me feel like I shouldn't have signed up for this."

"If there's one redeemable thing about this, then it's for Harry to develop his public speaking skills." With Hermione saying this, Ron snickered and Harry almost laughed.

"Only you'd think that. Will you help me Hermione?" Harry asked his friend who merely nodded her head.

"Thanks. Where is Ella?"Harry asked his two friends and it was Ron who answered him.

"Hermione left her to her own devices."

"Does she know how to dress by herself?"

"Don't be ridiculous Harry, if she knows how to think then she knows how to move." Hermione told them rather defensively.

"I was merely being curious as to her limitations and such." Harry reasoned out.

"Besides Hermione, what does learning how to think have to do with learning how to move?" Ron asked Hermione and the latter gave the former a pointed look before answering.

"It is said thinking is the hardest job."

"In what book?" Ron continued to implore and Hermione had glared at him, she was about to retort when the doors opened and Ella immerged. The four of them had decided to head towards the Gryffindor Tower and wait there until lunch. During their walk Harry had lead the group with Ella clinging against his arm. All the while Hermione has been sending glares at their backs and Ron merely smiled at his friends' corresponding predicaments.

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During their walk they encountered Neville who was instructed by professor McGonagall to help the friends introduce Ella to their fellow Gryffindors. The group along with Neville walked towards the Tower in an occasional silence.

"So, is she really Harry's girlfriend?" Neville had asked them as they were nearing the Gryffindor Tower.

"Actually-" Harry's answer was cut off by Ella.

"Yes, I am, it's nice to meet you Neville."

"It's a pleasure. I bet there's going to be a ruckus when we introduce her." Neville informed them.

"That's why we're so thankful for your help." Hermione had told him and Neville smiled at them.

"Of course I would. Even if professor McGonagall didn't say so, after all you are my friends."

"Good man!" Ron told Neville as he patted him on the back.

"By the way Hermione, we have to leave soon. Professor McGonagall has invited all the prefects for lunch today." Neville told Hermione who merely sighed.

"That's code for an emergency meeting right?" Neville had merely nodded.

"I hate those meetings especially since Malfoy is sure to be there." Hermione complained once more and Ron decided to pipe in.

"How that bloody git managed to snag a badge still puzzles me."

"He won't be there later. His prefect status has been suspended for two weeks for 'conduct unbecoming of a prefect'. McGonagall has seen him pranking some of the underclassmen earlier today, she got furious and sentenced him to a whole day of detention and warned him that another offense would lead to the consideration of revoking his prefect status altogether." Neville had informed them.

"Serves him right." Harry told the group he was quite pleased with that information after all, everyone takes pleasure in the demise of one's nemesis. Don't they?

Finally, they arrived in the Gryffindor Tower and once they did, everyone's attention was captured by Ella. At first there was complete shock on the faces of their housemates, and then it quickly turned into buzzes of whispers and murmurs, some were even asking questions at the group regarding Ella. Hermione, Neville and some of the prefects present in the area worked together to get everyone to settle down. Thankfully, when everyone seemed to have taken their seats, Hermione and Neville decided to take the lead in introducing Ella.

"Alright everybody, I'm sure you've heard about our little potions project. This is her…her name is Ella. And well she's, uhm…" Hermione had begun but Ella had done her the favor of finishing her sentence, or not.

"I'm Harry's girlfriend."

"Technically that's it, but, okay she is Harry's girlfriend." Hermione told them reluctantly and Ella looked quite pleased.

"Continuing on Ella would be staying with us, and we should consider her as part of our family. So please make her feel welcomed." Neville announced.

"Thank you Neville. If you have any complains about her, you can approach Neville or me, if not then the other prefects will do."

"I don't think I'll be causing any harm Hermione." Ella told everyone with a smile and a few of them nodded in agreement.

"Well, we're just setting up some guidelines Ella. Are there any questions?" Hermione asked the group and Ginny who was sitting with Dean raised her hand and Hermione had answered her.

"Where will she be staying?"

"She'll be sleeping with me and my dorm mates, professor McGonagall will provide a bed for her and will send it later this day." Hermione had answered.

"Any other questions?" Neville had asked and Cormac McClaggen who was standing at the corner didn't even bother to raise his hand.

"Potter is she really your girlfriend?" With this Harry looked taken aback. He was about to answer but Ella beat him to it.

"Yes I am."

"Sorry beautiful, but I was talking to Potter." Cormac told Ella and looked at her appraisingly before casting his attention back towards Harry.

"Uhm, I think so, at least for a week." Harry told Cormac honestly and he couldn't help but feel infuriated by the sight of the older boy snickering at him.

"Not bad at snagging that one Potter." By this time Cormac's attention shifted to Hermione.

"So Granger, finally fancy a date?" With this Hermione look disgusted.

"Fancy a 'No' McClaggen?" Hermione told Cormac bitterly and with this some of their house members erupted in laughter and Neville once again called them to settle down. After this Seamus had raised his hand.

"I was wondering if Harry could teach us to make someone like her? I mean, it would be cool to have one of her."

"That's rather confidential." Harry answered Seamus, but he had pleaded with him along with the other guys in the room. Finally, Hermione decided to step in.

"Seamus, a permit from the ministry must first be procured to perform the ritual. Secondly, please show some sense of chivalry and respect in regards to treating Ella. I believe that is due to her." With this Seamus had hastily apologized to Ella who had welcomed it.

"Right, so are there relevant questions in the house? If there is none, we are calling all the prefects since Professor McGonagall has invited us for lunch, now back to your knitting everyone."

With this the session has ended and Hermione, Neville along with other prefects filed out of the common room. And Ron, Harry and Ella were left surrounded by sounds of congratulations and questions. It truly was looking out to be a long day.

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"Wow Harry, she's so beautiful!"

"If I had known I'd get a girlfriend like her I would have done better in the test."

"Harry you're so lucky!"

Harry has had enough of those words already. It seemed like hours, before he finally found a broom closet to hide. It wasn't easy looking for an empty one.

Everywhere he went guys would approach him and comment on how lucky he was. At first it was fun showing off such a pretty girl on his arm like a big accessory as he strutted along the corridors like the epitome of envy, but then it got tedious and annoying. It didn't help that Ella was so friendly, accommodating and seemed to be such a people person. If Harry didn't know better he'd think she was an attention seeker, but really he should blame himself he asked for the friendly, nice and seductive qualities she possessed.

It wasn't just the mafia crowd that he was running away from. Even Ella was becoming such a pain. She was far too clingy and sweet for his taste. She always fawned over him to the point he felt like he is being smothered in the arms of a fangirl, and he certainly never had one of those. It was new. He always wondered what it would feel like if a gorgeous girl worshipped the ground he walked on, certainly that would boost his manly pride, but to actually have a goddess that seemed to posses veela like allure was just plain troublesome. Hence was why the impromptu escape plan was formed, he just needed a breather and a moment of nice peace and quiet for awhile, the attention was just getting too much.

Suddenly, there was a knocking on the broom closet's door. Harry had a moment of panicked, could Ella have found him already?

"Harry, I know you're in there and I have the map." Hermione's voice from outside echoed and Harry quickly opened the door and pulled Hermione inside with him.

"Did anyone follow you here?" Harry asked Hermione. In the dark he can barely see Hermione's face, just her hazy silhouette staring in front of him; he could hear her sigh though.

"No one did. When your girlfriend came into the common room asking for you, hysterically, might I add, I asked Ron to fetch your map. Then I told him to entertain Ella whilst I go looking for you. Why did you leave her Harry?" Harry sighed in relief before sitting on the cold stone floor, he felt Hermione sitting down across of him.

"I don't think I should have added charismatic, friendly and people person on the list. She's so comfortable in the spotlight, and I'm not. And she's not my girlfriend."

"Technically, she is. Harry, there's nothing wrong with having influence over people. Those aren't such bad qualities, you just haven't given her enough of a personality, and if she's friendly and charismatic what would you have her do with them? Remember, you asked for her."

"Do you like her?" Harry asked Hermione as he looked at his hands almost quite ashamed. Just almost. And because of this he wasn't able to gauge out Hermione's reaction.

"I haven't really gotten to know her enough. But I think she's too friendly and abrasive for my taste. And too chatty, she just laughs at absolutely ridiculous jokes. I've seen the two of you awhile ago talking with Ginny and Ron about Fred and George's new products and how you're willing to put them into good use. You seemed to be having fun then. What happened?"

"Oh, she's fun and she's funny, but then she gets too clingy."

"But Harry, she loves you. Can you really hate someone for showing you how much she cares? She's a rose programmed to instantly fall for you, unconditionally. She's a rose with no emotions, only for you. Can you blame her if that's the only way she knows to show you how much you mean to her?"

"I thought you didn't want me to fall for her?" Harry asked Hermione almost mad at her. Why was she taking Ella's side, and shouldn't she celebrate? After all, she was the one who was so adamant to endorse the 'Harry must not fall in love' campaign.

"I don't, I just don't think it's right for you to treat her that way. You should have seen her in the common room; she was in tears asking everyone to help look for you. She's not going to last Harry, you might as well get to know her before she leaves. And treat her well too."

"Hermione?"

"Yes, Harry?"

"I took the veritas serum and I said things about what my ideal girl is like and what she isn't. She's my perfect girl but why do I feel estrange towards her, if she's truly the one I wanted, shouldn't I be wanting to know her?"

"Maybe because she's not the girl you need. We can live without our wants not without our needs. Like what people say, 'don't marry someone who you can live with, marry someone who you cannot live without'. Or maybe, you just didn't fall for your ideal girl. Or maybe it's-" Hermione told Harry plainly not bothering to finish her statement. Harry sighed once more, and laughed bitterly, it seemed like he was sighing a lot these days.

"You're going to make me apologize to her aren't you?"

"Yes I am. And I also came looking for you since I recalled you needed my help with Transfiguration. We're behind schedule and you know I can't afford to waste time. So come on!" Hermione quickly stood up and dusted her skirt before offering her hand to Harry and helping him stand up.

"Hermione, thanks."

As Hermione and Harry stepped out of the broom closet and started to make their way towards the Gryffindor tower they encountered Luna Lovegood skipping and hopping along the corridors and they could hear her soft humming as she went. The moment the pair locked eyes with the eccentric younger girl, Luna had stopped to greet them.

"Hello Harry and Hermione."

"Hello, Luna I didn't see you at lunch today." Harry told Luna who stared at him quite dreamily as if recalling the day's events.

"Oh, yes. I was out in the forest trying to search for the arialieu fleur."

"What's that Luna?" Hermione had asked. And Luna turned to Hermione quite glad that she had asked her a question.

"They're rare flowers that are said to turn up during the virgin's month and only on the thirteenth hour. My father and I are going to study them once I find one. But it's quite challenging since no one has seen them but they're said to bring good things to those who takes possession of it."

"Maybe you should ask Neville to help you; he's quite knowledgeable with plants." Hermione had suggested and Luna nodded in agreement.

"Yes you are quite right. I think I would. By the way Harry, I heard you have a new girlfriend now." Luna told Harry and the young girl didn't notice the sudden discomfort of her friend.

"Oh you know about that."

"Everyone's talking about her. Although, I must say I feel sorry for you." Luna told Harry with her air of nonchalance.

"Why is that Luna?"

"Well, Daddy always said having a relationship during this young age is not advisable. Since our brains aren't fully developed yet, the springxlyn fearies; a cousin of nargles are deeply attracted to us. They're quite playful creatures and they can be quite mean. They like to toy with people's emotion and beguile the mid, their specialty is confusing the brain with matters of the heart. That is why they say young love is quite foolish, so easy to fall and break."

"Oh, that sort of makes sense." Harry agreed, and Hermione nodded her head.

"I don't know if that is true, but if it is, it's a convenient excuse for youth's fickleness."

"Oh, but there are exceptions of course. Some of us are blessed by the bumbellecoras. Bumbellecoras are said to bless young love. They help people find their true love at a young age. You should know this Harry as your parents were blessed by bumbellecoras, and it is said bumbellecoras are fond of the children of the couples they blessed too. Maybe you're one of the lucky ones." Harry grinned at Luna cheekily.

"Who knows right?"

"Yes truly, maybe I'll see her this dinner. See you all till then." Luna told them and after they made their goodbyes they went their separate ways.

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"Harry, I've been looking everywhere for you. Where have you been?" Ella asked Harry the moment he stepped inside the common room, whilst enclosing him in a tight and bone crushing hug that could rival Hermione's.

"I'm sorry I left you but I needed to go somewhere alone. I hope you forgive me." Harry told her sincerely, suddenly feeling quite ashamed to have made her worry.

"Of course you're forgiven Harry." Ella told Harry as she smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek. Harry blushed at that, even if he did find Ella somewhat annoying that was a sweet gesture, one could simply not refuse it.

"Glad you're back mate. She truly was worried about you. Anyway, care for a fine Saturday evening's wizarding chess game?" Ron asked him while grinning in excitement. Although Harry knew he could and would never beat Ron at a game of chess it was always fun to play it. He was about to accept Ron's invitation when Hermione spoke for him.

"Oh no Ronald Weasley, Harry here has promised to study for tonight. Unlike you who would rather pick the profession of a Quidditch player, Harry has decided he wants to become an Auror like his dad and to reach his dream he needs high marks. So Harry won't be playing tonight, why don't you go ask Neville?" Hermione suggested and Harry sighed in frustration, he truly wouldn't have minded spending an hour losing to Ron.

"Why don't you let Harry play, Hermione? It's a weekend; he still has plenty of time to study. Can't you see Harry wants to play with Ron?" Ella told Hermione and the latter looked annoyed.

"Ella, Harry needs to study. The key to success is preparation, if you fail to prepare then prepare to fail. You have to work hard to get high grades." Hermione tried to explain to Ella patiently but the latter girl completely looked undeterred.

"But Harry's smart. Don't you think he's smart enough that he needs to study all the time?"

"I know Harry's smart, we just need to hone his potential."

"Harry's not a race horse Hermione, he's a human being with an interest other than books." Ella had told Hermione defiantly and it was clear on Hermione's face that she has been greatly offended. Some of the people in the common room were starting to pay them heed.

"Are you insulting me or books?"

"I didn't know you were as thick as Hogwarts A History." Ella told Hermione with a slight smirk on her face, this only infuriated Hermione more. The tension between the two girls was heavily glaring at everyone's faces. Harry and Ron looked at each other asking themselves what they should do; oddly they found their Gryffindor courage to have faltered and left them.

"You know what, why am I even arguing with you? You don't even understand. You don't realize how important studying is for Harry's future. I am only looking out for his best interest."

"As do I, but I hardly think a day spent for playing instead of studying could ruin Harry's future." By this point people in the common room seemed to grow silent as they were witnessing the bubbling commotion. Harry and Ron noticed this, but it seemed like they didn't want to get involved in the fire the girls had caught themselves in that and they were deathly afraid of intervening.

"Like I said, you wouldn't understand since you don't have to worry about your future." Hermione retorted back and by this time she was positively livid. She almost looked as mad and as annoyed as she is when she and Ron have their big fights.

"I know I only have a week to live Hermione. I don't have feelings, I only do for Harry, and if you think you can hurt me with words then you're wrong. The fact is you're the one who's getting hurt. Don't be such a buzz kill; let your friends have some fun."

"Are you insinuating I am not fun? What's more I am not some sensitive bimbo you walking Barbie doll!"

"Enough!" Harry shouted at the two of them and at once the two girls were silenced. Hermione was on one side with clenched fist so tight her knuckles turned white and her face was red and furrowed in an angry scowl. It was clear that Hermione was mad and probably offended by Ella. If that stance was directed at Ron and Harry then they probably would have cowered in fear. But Ella just remained unruffled, there was no trace of fear even regret on her face, she was just standing there with a barely human expression.

"Fine, Harry doesn't need to study because he's bloody talented. Unlike me who has to work hard, burry my face in tomes of books and exert more effort on my studies as if the world is going to end if I don't. Harry on the other hand can pass without even trying. So yeah, studying only applies to ungifted people like me. Harry can go play with Ron." Hermione turned away and walked towards the direction of the girl's dormitory. Harry couldn't help but notice her still clenched fist and the shaking of her shoulders as she went. It made him feel somewhat responsible as it was Ella who offended her, Ella who was his creation.

"Hermione, wait." Harry called at the retreating form of his friend. Hermione stopped in her tracks but didn't turn to face any of them.

"It's okay Harry, I'm going up my dorm now I still have homework to do that's due in two weeks. See, it takes me two weeks to finish a single essay while you can just do it the night before it's due." Hermione then made a run up the stairs, not once looking back.

"Hermione…" Harry tried to call once more but she didn't listen, and finally only the sound of her door closing served as her response.

"Why did you do that?" Harry turned to glare at Ella, and the few people inside the common room had gathered to see the commotion seemed to have realized the remaining tension in the room and just kept quiet. Harry was once again reminded that he hated the attention he was getting this day. With the scene Ella and Hermione had caused their fight was bound to make its way to Hogwarts' rumor mill by morning.

"Harry, I was only trying to help, Hermione was…"Ella tried to reason but Harry wasn't in the mood to listen to her. He felt that if he stayed in the same room as her he might truly hurt her.

"Hermione's my friend; I've known her longer than you. I value her opinion more than yours." Harry said as he too slowly walked up the stairs, not once sparing Ella a glance and slammed his door so hard that everyone in Gryffindor must've heard it. For awhile no one made a sound, but then they started talking about the incident amongst themselves.

"What the hell is a Barbie doll?" Ron asked Neville as he decided to play chess with him who merely shrugged. None of them dared enter the boys' dormitory to let Harry cool down. Merlin knows Harry can be quite moody and dangerous when he's angry. He glanced at Ella who once again didn't have much emotion on her face as if she has never known pain, sadness, grief or loss, but still maybe something is real inside her. Ron sighed; maybe Barbie doll was a muggle term for evil woman or something just as vile.

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Harry kicked his trunk as he stepped inside his room and ruffled his dark locks in frustration before finally sitting down on his bed. He rubbed his temples soothingly as he felt a headache slowly creeping in him.

"Why the hell do I want assertive, strong willed and brave girls?" Harry told himself as he removed his glasses and finally let himself fall into the comforts of his bed. Harry thought that so far his first day with Ella hasn't been too pleasant. Her attractive looks and friendly personality seemed to have drawn more attention to him that he recently found he was uncomfortable with. And now, because Ella knew he didn't really like studying with Hermione, she had tried to give him what he wanted, therefore insulting and hurting Hermione in the process. Harry laughed a bitter laugh, isn't this what he wanted?

Isn't she whom he asked for?

But then Ella reminded him strongly of Hermione too. Her hugs, her concern and caring nature towards him reminded him so much of her, although Hermione wasn't too clingy. Even Ella's controlling nature and biting insults seemed to have been gotten from Hermione.

Ella, after all has strands of Hermione's hair in her so this shouldn't come off as a surprise. But Ella doesn't nag or boss him around like Hermione does. And she lets him do what he wants to do unlike Hermione who sometimes serves as his to-do-list and conscience. What does this all mean? Does it mean Hermione's not his ideal girl? Could Hermione be right? Had she rightfully given him her hair to make sure he wouldn't fall for his rose? But then why…

Why does he still side with Hermione? Why, why do Ella and Hermione seem so different too?

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AN: I have to share this quote…I recently received it as GM by a friend, although I type the 'barbie doll' reference months before I received the quote.

"Searching for the perfect girl? Look for Barbie."

So we got to see Ella's first day and already there's tension slowly building. I wonder what will happen next?

What are your thoughts on the charas? Especially Ella? Any complains?

Review. Till next time.