Hermione: Please people no one wants to hear about how wonderful you are okay?
Hey, Ron, have you heard about the new girl?" said Hermione Granger.
"No, I haven't. Who is she?" replied Ron Weasley.
"Where does she come from? When will she be here?" asked Harry Potter.
Harry: So I'm a five year old on a sugar high?
Hermione: Why would I know about the new girl, wasn't I the one asking about
her?
Hermione sighed. She asked one question, and got three questions in return.
"Look, I don't know who she is, I don't know where she comes from, and I
don't know when she'll be here," said Hermione in a bored tone. "Wait, yes, I
do know when she'll be here. Professor McGonagall told me," she added slyly.
Draco: Tell me Mione how long have you been suffering from sever retardation?
Hermion: I'm not and don't call me Mione!
"Then when?" said Harry and Ron at the same time.
"Um, let me see, let me see . . ." she said, looking down her timetable. "Oh,
next week!" She looked up and smiled.
Ron: Why are you so happy?
Draco: Drugs?
Harry: Which we'll need to get through this thing.
Harry and Ron exchanged nervous glances. Last time they had a new kid, well,
they didn't even want to think about it.
Harry: When was the last time someone transfered in for no apprent reason?
"Next week?" said Harry. "But-but-"
"Ah, come on, Harry. How bad can she be?" said Ron, also smiling. But even he
was a bit nervous.
Draco: My Mary Sue sense is tingling!
Hermione finished her toast and turned to look at Harry and Ron. Both of them
were still on their second bowl of porridge. "Come on!" she hissed.
Hermione: Because knowing what they ate for breakfast is a vital part of the
story.
Ron: Actually we have a wider variety of breakfast foods.
"A'righ', a'righ'!" said Harry, having difficulty speaking.
Draco: So you are a five year old!
Hermione sighed again.
Hermione: Then screamed in anger, then threw herself down a flight of stairs.
The end.
Draco: Feeling bitter?
"There, all done!" said Ron happily, and he began to make his way over to the
entrance of the Great Hall.
Ron: With what?
Harry: Is anyone else getting goosebumps from the thrilling porridage scene?
Anyone?
"Hey, wait up!" Harry called. Ron turned around and put an impatient look on
his face. He was very good at pretending.
Harry took his last bite and headed after them. "So, Hermione. What's our
first class of the day?" said Harry, as he wrapped his arm around her
shoulder. She smiled back.
Harry: What happened to the new girl?
Ron: And why are we asking Hermione for our scheduels. We take diffrent
courses?
Draco: Smile and nod, smile and nod....
"Our first class is, um, hang on . . . Oh, Transfiguration," she said, and
looked back up at Harry. Ron just made a 'tutting' noise.
When they finally reached Professor McGonagall's classroom, they ran in to
get seats before the bell rang.
Draco: As opposed to oozing to their chairs 3 hours early.
She took role call, and when she came to Harry's name she had to say his name
twice, because Harry was to busy gazing at Hermione to hear her.
Harry: Jesus fucking christ...
Draco: Not another bushy haired big teeth and scar boy romance!
Hermione: I really truly hate you.
"Harry!" she said for the second time.
"Huh, wha'? Oh, uh, here," he said sheepishly. Hermione smiled over at him
with a look of smugness on her face.
Hermione: I made him miss roll call. I'm evil tee hee!
Just then he felt a tapping on his shoulder. He turned around, and there was
a note being thrown at him.
He grabbed it before the professor could see, and opened it up. The letter
said 'Hey, what d'you think the new girl will be like?' Harry recognized it
as Ron's handwriting, and wrote a note back. 'I dunno, but I hope she's not
like the last new kid! Member how he-'
Ron: Because we have nothing better to do than gossip in class.
Harry: I just how everything is simply stated with no description whatsoever.
"Potter!" shouted Professor McGonagall's voice. Harry automatically looked up
at her. Eyes flashing, she walked over to where he was sitting and took the
note.
"If you can't pay attention in class, maybe you can pay attention in
detention! How does that sound, hmm?"
Ron: ZZZZZZ
Draco: Point, if there is a point in this fic please stand up
Harry didn't say anything. He merrily gulped and slowly slipped down in his
chair until only the very tips of his glasses were visible. If he was lucky,
he'd only get one hour of detention. But, this was McGonagall he was talking
about, and that wasn't likely.
"Uh, um," he muttered nervously.
"That's two hours of detention you've got. I'll see you at six o' clock
tonight. Until then, you are dismissed."
Harry: Kinda harsh for passing a note.
Draco: Mcgongall must be PMSing.
Harry looked mournfully back at Hermione, and head bowed, walked out. It was
nice that he got forty-five minutes off, but two hours of detention? Not good.
Harry: How did I get 45 minutes off?
Draco: Wanna bet you'll spend the entire time lusting over Hermione?
He could go study for his next class, Charms, but he didn't think that
sounded like a good way to spend forty-five minutes. He thought maybe he
could get his Firebolt, but he'd probably get two more hours of detention if
he even did that. After all, he could only ride it when he was having
Quidditch training or Matches.
Harry: Thank you for pointing that out! There is no way we could've know it
if we hadn't ya know read the books!
In the end he decided to go up to the Charms classroom, bringing his book
with him. At least he could study, and get good seats.
Draco: It's a classrom not the opening for the Matrix sequel!
He ran to the portrait of the Fat Lady, took at breath, and said the
password. (Chocolate Frogs.)
Up he ran, until he got to his dorm. He walked in, and began to move papers
and books, until he heard "Harry?"
Harry turned around at stared. "Who, who's there?"
"Don't worry, Harry. It's just Seamus."
Harry: Damn! I was hoping it was some masked killer here to put me out of my
misery.
Harry sighed a sigh of relief. "Whew! What are you doing, anyway? Why aren't
you in Transfiguration?"
"I'm writing a letter to- Hey, wait, why aren't you in Transfiguration?"
Seamus said.
"I got kicked out. I was writing a note to Ron. Who are you writing to?"
Draco: That's a harsh punishment for note writing.
Hermione: Usually she would just asign a writing assignment of some kind.
"Well, um, my cousin," he said sheepishly.
"That's nice," Harry nodded. "But, why are you doing it right now?"
Seamus looked uncomfortable. He glanced at the window, and started muttering
things that Harry didn't catch.
Draco: Yes the moving 'letter writing to relatives scene. I think I need a
tissue.
"Sorry, what did you say?" said Harry.
"Uh, um, my-my cousin's a witch. And, she's really good at Divination. And,
we, we, we, oh what the heck, we can mind-talk."
Hermione: So why are you writing a letter?
Ron: And this is important how?
Again, Harry stared. Seamus? Mind-talking? No way . . .
Harry: It's no stranger than flying brooms, goblin banks or anything else in
the series.
Draco: Did I miss something? I know your not that bright but lord... It's
like the severe head injury club here.
Hermione: I'd complain but he does have a point.
But the more Harry thought about it, the more it made sense. Sometimes he
would stare out the window, almost concentrating.
"Yeah," Seamus added, "I got a message this morning. She's transferring
schools."
Harry thought about that. Transferring schools? Hmm, could this have anything
to do with the new girl?
Harry: No this has nothing at all to do with the new girl, nope not a thing.
"Um, so, what school is she going to?" Harry asked, trying to keep his
intense curiosity to himself.
Seamus looked even more uncomfortable at that. "She's, she's, coming to, to,
Hogwarts," he finally admitted.
Draco: GASP! NO! Your kidding!
Hermione: Did anyone not see that coming? Anyone?
Harry gawked. She was the new girl! He couldn't believe it. So many questions
suddenly came pouring into his mind, that he had a hard time choosing his
next words.
"What's her name? What school does she come from?"
Harry: Why is this any of my business?
Seamus smiled. "Her name is 'Kendra' and she comes from the school called
'Sojourner'," he informed.
Ron: Five knuts that Kendra is the real name of the author.
Hermione: Sojourner? So the school is a Mary Sue?
"Cool!" said Harry. But then he remembered why he was up here, and started
looking for his book again.
Draco: Because it was hard to remember with the massive brain damage.
After about five minutes he found it, dashed back down to the common room,
opened the portrait, and ran to the Charms classroom.
Harry checked his watch. He had exactly five minutes to study. He sat down
against the wall, and began to read. He came across an interesting charm that
would make you levitate to any height. He read a little more and a little
faster. He found the incantation; 'Heretior Mior'. 'Wow,' he thought. 'I
wander if I could do that.' He read some more; at the bottom, it had a note;
'Once you say the incantation, you may do this any time that you desire with
out having to say the incantation.' His eyes traveled back up the page until
he met how he could do it. It said 'Must be done on full moon. Items needed;
Rose Petal
Glass of Milk
Butterfly
On night of full moon, drop the rose petal into the milk. Then release the
butterfly and drink.'
Ron: With magic like this you have to wonder why more people don't do spells.
Hermione: What does this have to do with anything?
Harry thought again, and he reached his thought. He was going to do this. He
could fly with her, making her love for him deeper. But his thought was
broken by the sound of thundering feet coming up the stairs. He slammed his
book shut and ran into the classroom. Yet he soon remembered that the other
class was not out yet, and he walked out feeling embarrassed.
Harry: Who am I flying with? And how will flying deepen our love?
Ron: It's easier than you know talking, or sharing a common intrest.
When the 2nd years walked out, Harry walked back in, still thinking.
It wasn't until Professor Flitwick called his name that he snapped back to
his senses. "Here!" he called.
Draco: So you remembered this time.
***
Harry didn't sleep well that night. He kept thinking about flying, about the
new girl, Kendra. He also thought about Hermione, Hermione and him flying.
Pretty soon he was flying in his dream. But he would wake up many times that
night, just thinking about what he would do.
Harry: So I'm dreaming about a girl I don't know, who I've never met and
flying, something I do every day.
***
"Harry, I think we should break up."
"But, but, Hermione! Why?"
Hermione stared. He didn't understand. He didn't know that she felt like
Harry was using her.
Draco: He's not smart enough to use her.
Hermione: We were dating? That would've been nice to know before.
"Because I feel like I'm a walking dog, and you're my walker," she chose her
words carefully.
Hermione: I can assure when dumping someone I will more creative than that.
Harry sighed. Just when he had managed to win her heart, she wanted to break
up.
"Well, can't you wait until the next full moon?" he asked anxiously.
Ron: Of course the flying potion will instantly fix the whole using problem.
Hermione eyed him with her brown eyes, then grinned. "Alright. But, if I feel
used, I will stop. Remember that I'm still your girlfriend, but only until
the next full moon.
Harry grinned too. Once he did the spell, he would win her heart back. He
wouldn't use her anymore, if he ever did, that is.
Draco: Does anyone elses head hurt?
***
Harry stepped outside. There was a very strong breeze. The wind nipped at his
face; he pulled his coat tighter. He wasn't sure if this would even work
properly. But he had the glass of milk, the flower petal and the butterfly.
Draco: Which are stupid ingredients for a potion.
He did as the book said and put the petal in the milk. Then he released the
butterfly. One second after he drank the milk in one gulp and shuddered. It
was like ice! He got the sudden memory from his first year, when he walked
through the black flames.
Harry: Thanks for the reference
"Heretior Mior!" he yelled.
After about ten seconds the coldness wore off. He felt different some how,
almost like a he was in a different body.
Before he went to get Hermione, he tried the spell. He could fly! He felt
like a bird, just taking its first flight. He zoomed around a little, and
looked up at the stars. It was better than he imagined.
Draco: God that sounds dorky.
Somewhere below him a voice called "Harry! Get down here!" Harry looked down,
frightened that it would be a teacher. It wasn't. It was Hermione.
"Hermione!" he called back. "It's great up here! Hang on, I'll come get you."
Hermione: We wizards fly all the time. It's not a great achivement.
He swooped down and landed softly beside her.
"Well, hello."
"Hello, Harry." She smiled.
Draco: Instead of setting him on fire and then running.
Ron: That wouldn't be a bad idea
"Can I take you for a ride?" he asked. This would be his chance.
Hermione looked up nervously. "No, I don't think so," she said.
Harry stood there, heart broken. He had done all of this for her, and now she
had to come and say no.
Harry: Yeah all the gathering the milk, the butterfly and saying those hard
words! I'm amazed I'm alive after all that.
"O-okay," said Harry. "What do you want to do?"
Hermione looked back at him. "You did that all for me, didn't you? Well, I'm
impressed. But you know I don't like heights."
Hermione: I wouldn't be impressed and have no problems with hights.
"I do?"
Draco: What?
"Well," she said slowly, "I thought I told you."
Harry racked his memory, but couldn't remember Hermione telling him that.
"Harry, I think I want to be your girlfriend again."
Hermione: Does this make any sense?
Ron: What about the new girl
Harry put his finger in his ear and 'cleaned' it. "What?" he said,
flabbergasted.
"I said I want to be your girlfriend again."
Draco: So flying did magically fix your relationship problems.
Harry couldn't believe his luck. Maybe he could start their relationship back
up again with a little humor.
"No, you said 'I think I want to be your girlfriend again."
Hermione punched him on the arm. "Nice try, wise guy. Come on, let's get to
bed." And she led him up to the castle to tuck him in.
Draco: It's over! Halleluja!
Final thoughts:
Harry: Good god what was the point? SOMEONE TELL ME?
Draco: We need to lie down