A Harry Potter Fan Fiction

I don't own Harry Potter

Pre-Chapter Wind - The end of the holidays draw near and Noel begins to dread the return to Hogwarts. A day before everyones return, Severus arrives to see Harry and ends up having a shouting match over his concern for Noel with Sirius.

-His Valentines Sweetheart -

"Noel, what are you doing around midday today?" Hermione asks me one morning with a gleeful look on her face. That look made her hair seem extra bushy and herself seem a little crazy, like she may be hiding horns under all that hair.

"I dunno...I think Angelina wants the team to train on the pitch today, but I don't think I'll have to stay all day since I'm no newbie when it comes to Quidditch." I say, pushing around my oatmeal in my bowl. "Why? What have you got going on?"

"Nothing too important that needs to be talked about now. Just meet me and Harry at the Three Broomsticks." She says, setting off an alarm in my head.

"Doesn't Harry have plans today?"

Flashback

It was a long day, mostly because I've been down in the dumps since the return to Hogwarts. I pack my bags slowly at the end of Potions and walk out the Dungeons behind the trio.

"Hi Harry." A voice says, coming from behind us. We turn to find Chang standing there, smiling brightly at Harry.

"Oh, hi." Harry says, sounding happier for some reason. Then I remembered...they kissed.

"We'll be at the Library." Hermione says, seizing Ron and I around the elbows before dragging us off to the Library. "We should start on the essay Snape gave us shouldn't we?" She suggests as we walk inside.

"What I would rather do is walk on my own than have you dragging me along." I say, pulling my arm out of her grasp. "I'm not exactly at the bottom of the barrel where Ron is, I know what you were doing. You dragged us away to give them a moment of privacy right?" She nods. "You could have just told me."

"Sorry." She says, looking at me apologetically. "I just wanted to be subtle about it."

"Yeah." I say, sitting at a table that they join me at soon after. I feel so uncomfortable right now. It's like someone was running a cheese grater up and down my arms while spraying it with lemon juice.

"Are you alright Noel?" Hermione asks.

"Huh?" I ask, looking up.

"You've been sitting there for the last ten minutes grinding your teeth loudly."

"It's nothing."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"So if I'm at the bottom of the barrel, where are you?" Ron asks.

"What?"

"You're reading right?" He asks, looking pointedly at my book.

"Obviously, but what's your point?"

"Oh nothing except that your book is upside down." He snorts, which causing me to take a look at the book I had pulled out to read to realize that it really was upside down.

"Right." I say, righting the book. I was about to read the first sentence when Harry finally walks in with a huge smile on his face, signaling that their talk must have went really well.

"Hey guys, guess who has a date next month on Valentines with Cho?" Harry asks excitedly. "Any guesses?"

"Lee Jordan?" I ask, kinda hoping it was him.

"No, me!"

"Darn. That was my next guess after Nearly Headless Nick." I tell him, snapping my fingers. Be happy Noel, be happy that he's happy and your friend again who cares about you. "Well...good for you Harry."

"Thanks." That's right, be happy for him even when you don't feel like it.

End Of Flashback

"He does, but he's meeting us there as well after his date and I hope you come too." She says, hurrying away and leaving me with Ron and Harry. The date...I shift in my seat. Harry has a date with Chang today while all I've got stuck with is Quidditch. Stop right there. You're happy, I chant in my head. Happy that your friend is happy.

"Guess who!" A cheerful voice asks as two hands cover my eyes.

"Yes Fred?" I ask, and he let's go.

"You're no fun." Fred says, worming his way between Harry and I. "Guess what today is then."

"Valentines Day?"

"That's right, so here's your prize for getting the right answer." He says, placing a dozen wands bundled in pink tissue paper into my hands.

"What-" I start.

"Wait for it." He grins, the wands bursts in a shower of red and silver glitter before blooming into roses. "Trick wands made for the grand occasion that is Valentines Day, and what better way to appreciate the day of amor and the unveiling of a new product than spending it with those who are close to you."

"Huh?"

"I'm asking you to come out and enjoy the day with me."

"We have to go to Quidditch practice soon." Ron says, butting in.

"And we have plans with Hermione later." Harry adds in his two cents. I didn't realize either them was listening in on our conversation, nosy warts.

"But in between she's not busy." He points out. "So you'll have time to meet me for coffee at Madam Puddifoot's at our usual table then?" I look at him, then at the flowers, and the corners of my mouth turn up into a grin. "I see a smile. Is that a yes?"

"It's a yes. We can totally hang out today and you're the best person to hang out with."

"Awesome. Meet me as soon as you can after practice and I'll be waiting."

"I'll be there."

Practice was as boring as I predicted it to be on a day like Valentines. I spent about a half an hour playing cat and mouse with the Snitch, but I soon became bored with my target and set my sights on playing Chaser instead.

"Was it me or did Fred as you out on a date today?" Ron calls.

"A little nosy are you?" I call back.

"Maybe, but it did seem like he was asking you out on a date."

"His exact words implied nothing of the sort." I retort, catching the Quaffle from Katie and pass it to Alicia.

"He gave you flowers."

"So?"

"You have a usual table with him."

"If you count a table that we've used only once or twice as a usual spot." I mutter. "So what?"

"It's kinda obvious that two are going a date today."

"Why so interested in my personal life?" I ask as Alicia passes the Quaffle to Angelina. "Are you really interested or are you trying to distract me by feigning interest?"

"Is it working?" Ron asks. I catch the Quaffle from Angelina to shoot it through the unprotected hoop on Ron's left.

"I don't know. Is it?" I chuckle as Angelina flies over to me.

"You know, you can leave early now if you want. I don't want you to be late for your date with Fred." Angelina tells me.

"It's not a date." I retort, flying off the field quickly nonetheless.

"Hiya!" I say, sitting down at the table in front of Fred in the packed tea shop. You just gotta love Valentines Day. I unravel my pink scarf from my neck and place it on the table in front of me since inside was much warmer than outside.

"You've changed." Fred says, immediately noticing the difference in what he saw me wearing this morning to now.

"I stopped off back to the Dormitory to change into something more nicer for you after I got let out of practice early for good behavior." I tell him while picking at the deep red sweater I was donning over my jeans.

"You look nice."

"Thanks."

"So, speaking of practice, how was it?" He asks, pushing a cup of hot coffee towards me.

"Well those new Beaters can't hold a candle to you and George, and I have really big shoes to fill, so it's not really going too well." I admit, dumping a lot of sugar into the cup. "But what's funny is that Ron had to stoop to trying to distract me to be able to guard the goals."

"What was he doing?"

"He said, and even convinced the rest of the team, that this was a date."

"Did his distraction work?"

"Not in the way he wanted it to seeing as he's still in practice and I'm not." I say and Fred laughs. "Yup, we've sunken so low that our Keeper has to resort to useless distractions to help win the game. I'm just hoping come game day that I'll catch the Snitch before the opposing team has time to score any points."

"You'll do great, all Ron needs is better material...that is unless the game is against Sytherin, then what he has now should good enough for them." He says, making me laugh. "Anyway he's mental since all I did was ask you to hang out."

"That's what I thought too." I agree with a nod. "I'm just happy we had time to hang out today before meeting Hermione, which I decided I'm totally dragging you along to because it's probably something about her new developments for S.P.E.W or S.P.E.W. related news. If it is then I'll need you there to keep me awake." I say, when I hear someone crying. "Speaking of meeting Hermione, look whose here." I locate the source of the crying to end up finding Harry and Chang sitting at a table on the opposite end of the shop, of course they chose the same place at us just as we happened to be here, with Chang in tears. She says something to Harry before she gets up and dashes out the door.

"CHO!" Harry calls. He pays for their things and runs out after her. I turn back to Fred to find him watching me.

"Fun fact, I was kinda expecting something like that to happen considering Harry's foot is a paying resident in his mouth with that constant need of his to always say the wrong things like he's Buckbeak's dung." I say, fidgeting with the clasp on my bracelet.

"He probably forgot his Valentines Day gift for her in his other robes." Fred says.

"He should take a page out of your book when it comes to gift giving because your wand roses were brilliant."

"Sure they were, but they weren't your Valentines Day gift from me."

"They weren't?"

"Nope. This is your real gift from me." He says, grabbing a pouch from his pocket and hands it to me. I open the bag and turn it upside down so that the contents fall into the palm of my hand. In the center of my palm was a silver chain bracelet with a single quarter sized heart shaped charm attached to it. "Happy Valentines Day Noel."

"It is thanks to you with the flowers and the bracelet and coming to hang out with me when I don't even deserve it since I didn't even get you anything." I say, feeling guilty.

"You being here is good enough for me."

"Not for me since it's not fair that all I do is take from you and never give anything back."

"If you feel compelled to give me something then you could offer me a kiss in return, preferably on the lips." He suggests, leaning forward.

"How about a hug?"

"No kiss?"

"On the cheek?"

"Deal." He scoots over to my side of the table so I could lean over to give him his hug.

"It's not much, but thank you Fred. You're the first guy to ask me out, even just to hang out, and actually succeed in getting me there." Sometimes I would get abducted by David, and sometimes the guy would get abducted by Richie or Drew.

"I feel honored." He jokes.

"I'm being serious."

"Then on a serious note, I'm glad you said yes. It was the flowers wasn't it?"

"The flowers were pretty amazing, but I think it was more of who was behind the flowers that had me say yes."

"I know. I'm amazing." He says, and I roll my eyes before checking my watch.

"We have to go meet Hermione now." I say, finishing my coffee and stand up.

"What about my kiss?"

"I can't forget that now can I?" I ask, pecking him on the cheek before we leave the shop. It doesn't take us long, and soon we were walking into the Three Broomsticks. "Sorry we're a little late." I apologize as we reach the table where Luna, Harry, Hermione and some woman was sitting at.

"And who are you?" The woman asks.

"I'm Noel." I say.

"Noel wh-"

"I'm surprised you remembered to come considering your sudden plans." Harry says, cutting the woman off.

"We did have plans, but then there was this amazing live action performance scene of a boy who runs out after the sobbing girl we saw playing out at Madam Puddifoots earlier. It got boring after the scene was over, which is why we came." Fred jokes, causing Harry to turn red. I nudge Fred in the ribs, who winces, but doesn't wipe that joking smirk from his face and I roll my eyes at his antics.

"So Noel, are you friends with Potter? Are you two close?" The woman asks.

"No." I say. "I mean we're friends if that's what you mean close."

"Yes." Harry says at the same time I had said no. "She's like a sister to me if that's what you mean by close."

"Enough Rita." Hermione says, motioning for Fred and I to sit. Rita? Where have I heard that name before? Is she that Rita Skeeter who is like one of the worst know journalist in Britain who writes only about trash? Hermione wouldn't be in association with that sort of woman so this must be a different one.

"Why am I here again?" I ask. "Is this a S.P.E.W. thing?"

"It's not a S.P.E.W thing." Hermione says.

"Then what is it?"

"They tell me I'm supposed to do an article about the truth." Rita says. Ah hah! So she is that Rita Skeeter.

"Well let the truth telling commence since I'm all for the truth. First round of drinks is on me." I say, loving the idea. At least it wasn't a S.P.E.W. thing.

AN: I was supposed to have this up last week, but I got super busy with the holidays and it got put off on the back burner. Sorry about that, but at least the holidays are nearly over and such. I know one person who can't wait to get their routine back to normal again. Routines are cool.

AN2: Because I didn't put something up last week, I'll be uploading (or trying to upload) both chapters I had planned to upload these past two weeks that I missed due to the holidays today. Enjoy.