A Harry Potter Fan Fiction

I don't own Harry Potter

Pre-Chapter Wind - First night of detentions begin and Noel had been reassigned to have her detentions with Severus during the week instead. Severus chastises her before making her read him the news in elf, which she hates. Upon arriving back at the Common Room for the night she meets up with Harry and smells blood. She discovers the cut on his hand and tries to convince him to tell someone, but he ignores her suggestions and even snaps at her before storming off into the Common Room.

-Trying To Understand-

A few days later

For the past few days, I have been sort of ignoring Harry and hanging out with Hermione in the Library. Serves him right...not that I cared that he snatched his hand away from me like I have rabies or cooties or radiation poisoning in my hand or something. I don't know why, but this really irritated me a lot since I was just trying to help. Maybe it was me...was I bad looking? Did I smell that night? Reading the news in elf isn't really a sweat building activity. I knew I wasn't bad looking, which Fred had pointed out a few times already.

Flashback

"Hermione I'm going to go get that book I need for Snape's essay." I tell her. She nods her head briefly without even looking up from her own essay. I get up to go get the book I needed only to find out that it was an extremely thick book on the shelf just out of my reach. I hop up to try to get it, but it was of no use. I let out a angry huff when a hand reaches out to grab it. I was about to tell whoever off for taking the book I clearly was trying to get when I see connected to that hand was the arm and body of Fred Weasley, one of the Weasley twins and Ron's older Brother.

"Here you go my little attractive Dumbledore." He says handing me the book that I couldn't reach for by myself.

"You think I'm attractive?" I ask, hugging the book close to my chest as I stared at him. Let's just say with friends like mine at my old school...most guys were too intimidated to come up to me because they feared the wrath of not one, but five very protective best friends. I would like to say they were like five Older Brothers to me, and they could be at times, but they acted like five bodyguards most of the time. Coming here gave me my first amount of freedom in a long time and it gave boys a chance to talk to me without fear...although I had a really hard time figuring out their sincerity if they thought I was really attractive or they were only saying it to get in my skirt. My friends would tell me if any guy wasn't afraid to go up against them then they'd consider the guy being allowed to talk to me at least. It was their twisted way of having fun and finding out of the guy really liked me or not, but it only scared any possible guys away.

"I wouldn't say it unless I didn't mean it."

"But you hardly know me. I could be really ugly on the inside like Pansy Parkinson is."

"No one could be as bad as her on the inside."

"You never know...I could be a spoiled smart ass on the inside."

"Let me be the judge of that and hang out with me sometime. It'll be fun."

"Sure, I'd like to do that."

"Then see you later Dumbledore." He walks away.

"You can call me Noel if you want to Fred." I call before he turns the corner. He stops to turn back and face me.

"Then see you later Noel." He grins.

End of flashback

"Noel what's on your mind?" Severus asks me on our last night of detention. I was sorting out the Potion ingredients in his closet. This week I had helped him organize his classroom because after the first night of reading, I had complained so much about it that he gave up and let me do the organizing instead just to shut me up. I really didn't want to tell him what had been bothering me this week because it had been prominent on my mind. I wonder what he would say if he found out I was fussing over something so little. Little yes, but it still irritated me to no end because I wanted to understand Harry and he wouldn't let me in at all.

"Well…I was wondering if either Fred or George had girlfriends at the moment." I lie. He almost chokes on the coffee he was drinking. "Fred is funny and cute, but George is just as funny and cute." I continue. "Does that mean Ron will look like them when he gets older?" I grin at his frozen face. "What? You can't be the only person who loves them some gingers. Maybe I want some ginger loving too."

"Those twins are pranksters from hell and Ronald Weasley isn't that bright. You don't have to be around Ronald Weasley even a day to know how empty his head. If you went out with the twins then I refuse to go to any family gatherings like Christmas with you. If you went out with the dunderhead then I would cut you off permanently and move out of the country where no one will find me ever again." Severus says.

"That makes me like them more since they don't have your approval. Older and bad is very attractive to a girl my age. So that takes out Ron, which is fine because I don't want to force Gramp's best Potion's Master out of country to be never heard of from again. If you really don't like me going after older guys then I could always date Malfoy. Now that's bad and he said I was cute. Since he's in your house I might have an edge though you. Maybe you can give a girl a hand and set us up on a date. Or how about you give us detention on the same night and don't bother come to supervise us?" I tease, loving the shock grow on his face as I strung him along. "You probably wouldn't want to be on the same floor as us since singers have a wide vocal range that even charms cannot muffle." Now he turns green.

"Later you'll realize how wrong that sentence you just said is and I'll try be supportive as you hurl the contents of your stomach all over my office because of what you said, but he's not as bad as you think and you wouldn't want to date him for unknown reasons that can't be explained at the moment."

"What unknown reasons?"

"Reasons that can't be explained and would you look at the time. Your detention is up. Have a good weekend." Severus says pushing me out of the Dungeons. I check my watch to see he let me out ten minutes early. Awesome! I walk to the Tower to see Harry waiting for me as I arrive to the Portrait Hole. He had an apologetic look on his face like he's had on for the past week.

"Password." The Fat Lady says. I wanted to say the password and walk pass Harry as I did the other days, but stupid me trips on thin air and I fall face forward. I feel the heat raise to my face. I was about to pick myself up from the floor when a arm hooks under mine to help me up and I instantly felt bad because he wouldn't have felt apologetic if I had just let it go instead of letting it eat at me as I ignored him, but I couldn't let it go. If it were me I would have told at least Severus what happened.

"Are you okay? You didn't hurt yourself did you? Do you want to go to the Hospital Wing to check yourself out since you might have bruised your knee in the fall?" Harry asks. I shove his arm away because I suggested he go to Dumbledore about his hand and he didn't want to. How ironic is if that he's suggesting I go to the Hospital Wing over a little bruising when he refused to go anywhere about cutting his hand open each night this week?

"I can handle it myself, I'm fine. Sound familiar?" I say turning to give attention to the Fat Lady. Harry sidesteps in my way to block me from getting away. "You're in my way Harry."

"Look, I'm sorry Noel. I know you just wanted to help me and you had good intentions, but the reason why I didn't want to tell Dumbledore was because I didn't want to trouble him with something like this and I don't want Umbridge to think she affects me. If she found out I went to Dumbledore to complain about my detention with her then she'd win. Still, I'm sorry for not telling you that instead of how I acted when you were the one who was trying to help me." Harry apologizes. I sigh and scratch my arm awkwardly because this was so dumb.

"No, I'm sorry about it. I tend to act brash and childish at times when people don't listen or hurt me. I end up ignoring them instead of talking out the problem at hand. Speaking of hands, how is your hand? It must be worse now that you've been in detention for a week. Did you tell at least Ron or Hermione? I didn't think to tell them because it's your business." And I didn't want him to snap at me for that either.

"It stings a bit, but no I didn't tell them. Ron found out one night and I just assumed that he told Hermione about it so they know." Harry admits. "Everyone else thinks its just lines I'm doing." And they've been teasing him about it I heard.

"I know what's going on in there and if you don't want to tell anyone then it's not my business so I won't push you anymore about it."

"Thanks."

"Are you going to give me the password or stand there and keep me awake all night." The Fat Lady sighs loudly interrupting us.

"It's not like your job is hard." I whisper in a low voice so that only Harry had heard what I said. He laughs. "Mimbulus Mimbletonia." The Portrait Hole opens and a roar of sound erupts from the Common Room.

"I made Keeper!" Ron shouts walking toward us grinning wildly. Right, there was tryouts today for the Quidditch team. No wonder Harry was mad before. He found out he wasn't able to watch his best friend try out of the team. If it were me I would have been grouchy as well.

"Congratulations!" Harry and I say walking in to join everyone celebrating. During the whole night of celebrating, Harry and I stayed in close range with one another to make up for the week that we lost, and it was really nice having him back as my friend again.

AN: Anyone going to go see that new Resident Evil movie tomorrow? I'm planning to see it on Saturday...if I can convince my movie buddy to go with me. Wish me luck!