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Chapter Twelve: Her First Detention
Ky manoeuvred through the window, and it was no easy task. Harry seemed to think that Mrs Weasley would think they were 'up to no good' if she caught them alone outside. Paranoid that one was. Luckily they had the broom, and the night was hot, so the windows were left open.
She tip toed to the bed and got in. Harry and she had laid there talking for at least two hours. She pulled her now dry hair into a ponytail and snuggled up, thoroughly exhausted. She must have closed her eyes for ten minutes when someone started tickling her.
"Ok, she reacted, she's alive."
She opened her eyes to see a mop of brown hair hanging over her. She pulled at a curl it gently.
"Ouch! Ky! Let go!"
"Serves you right for tickling me and waking me up. Let that be a lesson Mi."
"That you're a total dragon when you get up in the morning."
"Thanks." Ky said turning over and snuggling up with her pillow.
"No Ky, no more sleep. I just managed to get you up. Do you know how long I've been standing here trying to? Ky! Ky!"
"Mi, sleep! Come, sleepy time," She pulled her friend down onto the bed, but she also decided to turn positions at the same time, so she ended up pushing Mi to the floor.
She fell on her bum with a 'hrmph'. There was a screech and Crookshanks jumped out from underneath her. The look on her face woke Ky up, laughing.
She got off the bed and held out her hand, "What are you doing on the floor Mi?" Ky asked her innocently. She looked at her with ire, and then grabbed her hand, and with an evil smirk she pulled Ky down to the floor too. Luckily, she managed to turn so impact would hit her bum instead of her face.
"I was just about to ask you the same thing Ky!"
They laughed and they both got up. "Evil hath an innocent face and it doth go by Hermione. Touché" Ky bowed to her. Mi curtsied and then sniffed the air.
"What is that smell." She started sniffing around like a rat. Mi then tilted her head at her in thought, "Your hair looks different, is that a leaf?"
Thankfully Ginny walked in at that precise moment, "Mum's calling, and we leave in five minutes." She turned to walk away but spared enough time to give Ky a condescending look.
"Ky, what's going…?"
"No time Mi. I have to shower and brush my teeth. Get something for me to wear in my bag, won't you?" She leapt into the bathroom.
Five minutes later and the fastest shower she ever had, Ky walked back into the room with a towel around herself. She found Mi stood in the middle of the room holding a pair of shorts and her 'Similes are like metaphors' tee.
Mi had a frown on her face and a bowl of porridge in her hand.
"Fancy a bit of a show with your breakie?" Ky laughed, joking that she'd drop the towel.
"What! No, Ky! I opened your backpack and I saw…"
"Oh that. Yeah, it's cool. Relax Mi, it's all good." She was about to say something but got cut off when Mrs Weasley called for them.
"Oooh, look we're going to be late, you know how I HATE being late." Ky quickly started changing and Mi blushed, exitting the room to give her privacy.
In forty seconds, she was downstairs, looks like she was all about breaking records today. She walked in on Mrs Weasley and the Twins getting into quite the argument, coloured objects floating in the air.
"Your hair's wet."
"And your hair's red Ron. Good morning. What's this about then?"
"Twins tried sneaking out some of their merchandise."
"Ahh, I see. That's a pity, bet they could have made loads of gold."
"I know. What were you and Mione doing upstairs making all that noise?"
Ky gaped, scandalized, "Ronald, didn't your mother ever teach you never to ask such questions of a lady."
He laughed at her, "She did. And I ask again…"
"Yeah, yeah you're so funny."
"What's funny?" Harry said, looking just as tired, but fresh and clean. He smiled at her, and Ky returned it. Somewhere along their conversation she decided she liked Harry. She liked his souvenir scar and troubled eyes, his bed hair, and round glasses. She liked that his rare laughter caused his usually anxious face to relax. She liked that he had conviction in his courage, and he had a kind soul.
Ky liked Harry so much that she wasn't going to be a fool and confuse friendship for romantic feelings. Because that's what Harry and she were.
Friends.
And she'd been alone too long to let anything jeopardise that.
"Ky, there's no need to carry a backpack. Dad has all the things we'd need."
"You're on a roll Ron, don't you know never to ask a girl what's in her bag. But if you must know what's in this bag, I'll give you a clue: its tampons. Massive ones."
He laughed at her, "Seriously, what's in the bag?"
"I don't find menstruation a joking matter." Harry's face was getting red, she guessed it's because he didn't have a sister like Ron that this kind of talk embarrassed him. "But if you must know, it's a sweater, raincoat, pants. You know if the weather changed."
Ron gave her an appraising look, "Wouldn't peg you for the planning type."
"Goes to show, never judge a book. I'm actually very organised and punctual. Just ask Mi, I was telling her this morning." He laughed at the pompous voice Ky took on at the end.
"Well, come on you lot, we've got quite the walk."
Just as they were about to leave though a familiar baritone called out to Ky.
"Bane." Sev was standing by the Weasleys' fireplace, with a bag in his hand. He held it out to her, as he did so the strangest warmth spread down her legs. Ky looked down and her shorts were growing into pants, and baggy ones at that.
Ky laughed; good old Sev and his conservative ways. She took the bag from him. "Your incompetence astounds me; Minerva said you left all your warm clothes at the castle. She seems to think you'll freeze and catch your death."
"I thought that's what you had in your backpack." Ky looked at Ron, trying to shut him up. Wonderful tact Ronald. Sev was giving her the once over and she looked up at him innocently. Oh, shite she screwed herself over with that, now he'll know something is up.
"When I carried your bag at the castle it was heavy." Damn he even commented about it didn't he, why does he have to remember things? Without another word he snatched her backpack from her.
"Hey, don't look in there, that's tampons!" But too late, he opened it, and a confused look glazed his face. "Sweets? Ton tongue-"
"You DID NOT!" And cue Mrs Weasley.
Fred and George had written to her the day before she arrived, telling her of their predicament. Ky couldn't help but help - it was the Twins. They just wanted to make some gold. Who was she to stand in the way of that? So, she packed her bag with the bare necessities and two heavy tomes which were now lying under Ginny's bed, just so the bag didn't seem too light and had enough space to package the merchandise later.
Ky looked at Sev with a side smile on her face, trying to ignore Mrs Weasleys screaming 'treating a guest as a mule'.
"So…funny thing…I'm hypoglycaemic…yeah muggle disease…I need sugar."
"Severus, I am so sorry that the boys influenced Ky to carry that for them. You see it's not allowed, well it's not illegal but in this house it is. I am so-"
"Molly, don't be deluded by the saccharine looks, Bane doesn't get influenced into doing anything she doesn't want to do. Do not worry though; she will be aptly punished for her disrespect to your authority. I think a week's worth of detention would suffice."
"That's not fair, school hasn't even started yet." Fred shouted.
"It's perfectly fair Mr Weasley. And if Bane has any complaints, she can take it up with the headmaster. And then I'll just ground her for the week instead, seeing as I am her guardian."
Sev cocked an eyebrow at her as she launched herself at him, hugging him tightly. Ky didn't think he realised what he admitted just then, something he had been denying for weeks now. He stopped his struggling and just stood still, as if she was a devil snare that would let him go if he stopped fighting.
Ky let go and Sev started smoothing out the creases from his cloak, "As usual your reactions are all wrong. You do not hug people for punishing you. It's inappropriate on various levels starting with the basest of which being I do not like being touched, especially by little ingrates. Behave. Don't think I won't know if you don't. Molly, Arthur." And just like that he was gone.
Ky smiled.
Progress.
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"Sorry about the detention Princess." Ky smirked at George.
"What? Why? I'm pretty sure this is a record. I mean, who else can say they got a detention before their first day of school! I'm going to go down in the history books!"
"Oh George, our little girl is all grown up. Her first detention!" Fred mocked wiping a tear from his eye.
They were walking to the hill that would portkey them to the Final. Mi and Ginny were in the back with Mr Weasley, with Harry and Ron just in front of them. The Twins and Ky led the pack, which was ironic considering she had no idea where they were going.
The sun was making good progress as well, she was just enjoying the passing shade of a tree when something very heavy hit her and for the second time this morning her bum hit the floor.
"I'm so sorry!" The weight abated and Ky looked up, rubbing her head. It suddenly was really dark; many shadows hovered above her.
"Ky, are you ok? Give her some space boys."
"I am so so sorry." The voice was unfamiliar. "I heard a voice, and I thought my dad was back and then I jumped down and I didn't see you…"
"Who does that? Who sits in trees waiting to jump on people?" Ky shouted at the brown-haired stranger that was holding out his hand for her. She was in quite a bit of pain; she think she hit her head really hard. It wasn't bleeding though.
The next second she was hoisted up quite quickly and set on her feet. It was Ron. Mi started dusting the dirt that got on her clothes. The boy was still muttering, apologising profusely.
"Ced? Arthur?" A Mr-Weasley-aged man just apparated a few steps away. He walked towards them, "Is everything alright?"
"Amos! Yes, it's fine, just a little mishap. Nothing to worry about too much. Ky, let me have a look at your head."
"It's fine Mr Weasley, it's not bleeding. I think my butts broken though."
"I'm so sorry. My dad forgot the tickets and I was waiting for him to get back, so I decided to relax in the shade but then I saw the tree and I climbed up to sit on that branch…I thought it was him when I heard a voice, and I didn't expect anyone to be down, so I jumped without looking…"
"I'm sorry, how strange of me to walk under a tree. Or maybe I should have announced myself." He reeled a bit at the sarcasm; she guessed she was layering it on too thick. A combination of her temper and head pain seemed to take control of her mouth. "It's ok." Ky bit out and forced a smile. "I'm fine."
He still didn't look convinced. Mr Weasley was introducing them to what must be his dad. He was talking animatedly to Harry, Fred and George, neither of whom seemed to be getting the joke. "- you beat Harry Potter."
"Harry fell off his broom Dad, I told you…it was an accident." His dad wasn't taking it though, and he just went on and on. Harry and Ky made eye contact for a second, and she laughed at the look on his face.
"Must be nearly time." Mr Weasley said. "Best get up this hill." He turned and started walking up the hill with Mi, who kept looking at the brown-haired guy in a way that Ky suspected she thought was discreet but was quite the opposite.
Ky smirked at her, knowingly.
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"Can she do it, she's nearing the end. She's at the edge. She's about to cross over…but no she's leaning over and clutching her side, seems like Granger the Danger has run her last lap-"
"Ky-when-I –catch-breath-kill" She laughed and pulled Mi up. She was breathing heavily but her eyes said it all. She was going to kill her once her respiratory system will allow it. Mr Weasley got their attention, calling them to a mangy old boot.
"You just have to touch the portkey…no not now Ky…. when I say it's time to touch it you touch it, Ok?"
"Ok! Is it time now?"
"No Ky I'll say 'it's time' when it's time. It's not time…wait no it is. Get ready everybody...-"
"I don't get it, do I touch it when you say 'touch it' or do I wait for you to say it's-" Ky didn't get to finish her sentence. It seems she was pondering the statement over Mr Weasley telling her to touch it at the same time she was supposed to have touched it, so the new boy grabbed her hand and placed it on the boot and a nanosecond later her stomach lurched, and they were gone.
A few moments later her butt slammed onto…. something solid… but not painfully so. Her hand was considerably warmer than usual. She looked up and Mi and Ginny where staring at her wide eyed. When her something solid began to move Ky jumped up, realising the solid something was someone's chest and the warm something someone's hand.
"Now can we call it even?" Brown Hair's charcoal grey eyes where twinkling up at her.
Ky held out her hand to help him up and he didn't hesitate. "Guess if I hit your head on a rock then it'll be even, Apple." Ky told him as they joined the others.
"Apple?"
"What else do you call something that falls from an apple tree?"
He was just about to argue, when Mr Weasley ushered them to follow, bidding farewell to the poncho man that greeted them at the entrance.
Apple and his dad were in the second field, and they were in the first. They waved goodbye and Ky looped her hand into Mi's arm, and she gave her a calculating side long glance.
"What?"
"You know what."
Ky had absolutely no idea what 'what' was. Mi laughed at her confused expression, "You don't know what?"
"Yup, not a clue. Be a Hermione and fill me in."
"Later."
"No. Now." Ky said adamantly.
"Believe me you don't want me to fill you in now."
Ky shook her head at her, "I don't like this change of dynamic in our friendship; I'm supposed to be the one that boggles the mind."
"And me?" She inquired amused.
"You're the face of our operation. What with all your delicate features and rosy cheeks, very English rose. You know what, that's what we are, Thorn and Rose. Or Rose and Thorn. Or rose bush?"
"Definitely not rose bush and I am not the face of this 'operation'. If anything, I am the brains."
"Keep telling yourself that." Ky patted her shoulder sympathetically, "but you see, this operation has no brains. We run on spirit."
"Spirit? Ky you're talking as if you're high."
"When is she not talking like she's high." Ky looked at Harry, who didn't even bother to turn around and pay the compliment to her face. Actually, he didn't look at her at all whilst they walked to the tent.
"What's 'high'?" She relinquished Mi's arm and threw her right hand on Ron's shoulder, and gestured into the distance with her left.
"High is what we'll be one day Ronald. We'll leave these two 'sticks in the mud' and join the adventure with the Bob Marley's of the world. And don't worry who he is, you'll find him. You'll find your inner Marley…"
"I think you hit your head too hard on that rock."
"Better to have hit one's head and gain epiphany than not hit head and live in ignorance."
Mi started fidgeting with Ky's hair, checking for bumps and lumps. "Are you feeling dizzy? Are you feeling nauseas? Is your headache very bad?"
"Had any good headaches lately?" Ky extricated her hands from her hair, "And I don't have a concussion, I just get more philosophical when I'm sleepy."
"More philosophical? You mean you sprout more nonsense….and why would you be sleepy, we had a full eight hours of-"
"Hermione, some help?" It was Harry. Mi and Ky were mindlessly following and hadn't realised they'd stopped walking for a while. Ky told her they were spirits. Harry was holding a peg and a mallet in his hand, which Mr Weasley was eyeing manically.
After the tents were erected, Mr Weasley assigned them the exciting job of collecting water.
Fun.
They all were walking through the sea of tents, letting the atmosphere seep in, in silence. They reached the tap and filled their pots and pans, and Mi dragged Ky away from a lovely friend she made, Archie, who was selling her on nightgowns, something Minnie failed to do.
On their way back Harry, Ron and Mi were greeted by lots of people. But Ky noticed the only one that caused Harry to slosh water onto his pants was an east Asian girl with long shiny hair that waved at him in an overly friendly way.
Ky looked at Harry who was trying to fight a blush.
Slut.
What? She said she won't like him to protect the friendship and what not but doesn't mean she can't call slut when she sees slut.
Fine, she probably wasn't a slut. She probably was a nice girl who had even nicer shampoo.
Or she gave free BJ's in deserted classrooms. Just saying.
A/N: Thank you for reading so far! I'm trying to be wary of not repeating too much of GoF events in detail, but also balance the fact that this word is new for her and there needs to be some exposition - do you feel like it's boring/repetitive at this stage? Or is there enough character interaction dynamics to keep things interesting? Feedback will be appreciated!