Note: Gomen! Pardonne moi! Sorry, I’m a lousy bum and this took me way too long to write…. Yummy sex should be coming up in the next part though…hehheh can’t wait… maybe two parts away, depends how long the chapters are.
Chapter 2-Getting to know you…her…
“You’re in Gryffindor!”
“Mais oui,” Emily blew a kiss to a guy staring in her direction. “Who
is he?”
“Him…” Harry followed Emily’s look to a small boy talking with another bunch of fifth years, all staring at Emily. “Oh, that’s Colin.”
“Hmmm, call him will ya? I need ta set some t’ings straight,”
she chuckled. “Well…maybe straight’s the wrong word.”
Harry was somewhat confused. Why would she need to talk to Colin?
The boy was…nice but…
“Jus’ call th’ homme, ok?”
“Uh…right. Hey! Colin!”
Colin whipped around. “Yeah Harry?”
“Emily here want’s to talk to you.”
Colin blushed and looked up at the tall girl. “Yes?”
“I want ta talk ta ya,” she murmured, pulling him off into a corner. Harry turned to Ron.
“So?”
“She’s…intense…”
Hermione grinned. “Ooohh, does little Ronnikins have a crush?”
Ron snarled. “Shut UP, Hermione!”
“She’s different,” Neville said cautiously. “I’m kinda scared of her.”
Hermione grinned fondly, after years of helping the inept little wizard she had grown to think of him as a kind of baby brother. “Poor Nev,” she giggled. “All scared and no boyfriend to take care of you.”
Harry turned to the girl. “You’re happy.”
“I’m glad to be back!” came the delighted cry. “I have the coolest classes…”
Ron groaned. “Oh god…Hermione and more classes…”
“Oh god, Ron with less…”
“You two are awful,” Harry groaned. Ron just grunted, then jumped when there was a tap on his shoulder.
“Sorry,” Emily’s low voice drifted to him from behind him.
He turned to face her. “’S ok,” Ron muttered. He seemed to have tensed up entirely. Harry looked at him inquisitively.
“You alright, Ron?”
“’M fine,” Ron’s eyes traveled the room. “Hey, there’s Dean!” So saying he scampered off.
Emily sighed. “I t’ink I bother him.”
Hermione nodded. “I’m sorry, Ron’s somewhat…jumpy.” Then she smiled at the new girl. “Hey, I think you’re in my dorm, we had an extra bed…”
Emily smiled brightly at Hermione, “Perhaps y’ll show me around, den,’ she suggested. Hermione nodded.
“Do you want to come too, Harry?” She asked, carefully watching the boy’s deep green eyes.
“Nah,” those eyes flickered over towards Ron. “I’d like to ‘Mione. But I think I need to talk Ron out of his funk.”
Hermione nodded. “This way then,” she said to Emily, gesturing towards the girl’s dorms. Emily grinned, and Hermione felt herself warming. The girl was unavoidably likeable. Half way up the first flight of stairs she turned to the new girl.
“Can I ask you something?” she hesitated. Emily shrugged.
“Sure, if ya wan’.”
“Why do you’re eyes look like that?”
The red and black eyes widened. “Dis? Le’s jus’ say I have an interestin’ family.”
Hermione shrugged, Emily obviously didn’t really want to discuss
it.
“Crikey, Ron!” Harry snapped as they settled into their dorm room,
sliding everything into its familiar place. “What’s gotten into you?”
Ron glared at him, then sighed. “I’m sorry, Harry. I’m just a bit jumpy.”
Harry scoffed. “I noticed. What’s wrong?”
Ron shook his head. “Nothing really.”
“Has it got something to do with Emily?”
Ron shook his head again, then nodded. “She’s…different.”
Harry laughed. “We’re wizards Ron, we’re all kinda different.”
“No we’re…never mind…But, Harry, did you look at her? I mean look?” He groaned when Harry shot him a scandalized expression. “I’m not talking boobs and ass, ya git. She’s all muscle, it’s lithe, but it’s there. I’ve never seen that much muscle on a girl, and then there’s her eyes…”
“I’ll admit her eyes are strange.”
“God, they look like something out of a horror story.”
Harry shuddered, remembering what Emily had done when Ron joked about teasing Malfoy. “You might not want to bring that up.”
Ron shivered. “Trust me. I won’t.”
Neville poked his head into the room. “Are you two done with your
heart to heart?” he asked, blue eyes shining as he slid through the door.
He had lost all his baby
fat awhile ago, and then remained slim as the other boys broadened
out, leaving him looking almost effete.
Ron giggled, then bit his lip. “We were talking about Emily, Nev.”
Neville tipped his head, managing to indicate curiosity without loosing his innocent expression.
“What do you think of her?” Harry asked.
“I said already,” Neville murmured. “She sort of scares me.” He sat down next to the other two or Ron’s bed, blushing slightly.
“She and Hermione seem to get along,” Harry commented.
“Intelligent females tend to,” Ron noted. “I mean, she hates Pansy, but she likes Ginny.”
“Yes, I suppose.”
“Maybe Hermione wants her as a study subject,” Neville suggested.
“Hmmm?” Harry turned to the blond boy. “Why would you say that?”
“Well…Emily did say something about having learned mind control, and none of us know that. So…”
“It’s a new challenge for ‘Mione.”
The door swung open again to allow Dean Thomas to enter, backwards, Seamus Finnigan stalking towards him. Neither boy seemed to notice that their roommates were already there, Seamus backed Dean up right against his bed, and shoved the other boy down, sitting in the dark-skinned boy’s lap.
“I still say she was hot,” came the hiss.
“I didn’t disagree,” Dean protested.
“Good, then you’ll agree that something needs to be done to alleviate a little…pressure.” Seamus rocked his hips suggestively against his boyfriend’s and Harry, noticing the staring eyes and the bright blushes on Ron and Neville’s faces, coughed loudly.
“Uh, Seamus, do that behind the curtains maybe?”
Seamus turned to Harry and grinned. “Hi Harry.”
“Hullo Seamus.”
“Have a good summer?”
“ ‘S ok. You?”
“Dandy. Can I go back to seducing my boyfriend now?”
“One question,”
Dean groaned as Seamus wiggled in his lap. “Make it quick.”
“You saw Emily?”
“Who?”
“The girl with the red eyes, walking with ‘Mione.”
“Yeah, I saw her. She’s hot.”
Harry chuckled. “So I heard.”
“Done?”
“Yeah just curious. Shut the curtains though, Seamus.”
“Ya sure ya don’t wanna watch…Mmmmph!” Seamus’ teasing was cut short as Dean pulled him back on to the bed, shutting the curtains behind them. Ron, regaining some of his composure, yelled after them:
“Don’t forget the sound proofing spell ya wankers!” Ron shook his head as the noises died. “Lor’, they’re awful.” Neville just coughed, causing Harry to giggle.
“Does it make you want a boyfriend, Neville?” he teased. Neville’s face went bright red.
“Practically everything does,” he murmured peering up through
his bangs.
Back in the girl’s dorm Emily was getting damned near the grand tour.
“…Bathrooms,” Hermione trailed off finally. Emily smirked evilly.
“Ooooohh, communal showers.”
Hermione studied her companion for a minute. “Are you…”
“ ‘M bi,” Emily grinned. “An’ if ya run away screamin’ yer not half da girl I t’ought ya were.”
Hermione shook her head. “Just curious.”
“Sure.”
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S.S.S. sorry so short. Agggghhh!!! Will start real plot in next chapter.
Ermmm…. Halloween dance! Yep that’s it! OOOhhh I LOVE Seamus and Dean!
Oh yeah, I'm sorry if all dialogue bother's you, that's just how I write