Hogwarts Part 41

Will you get the Hogwarts guy of your dreams? Find out in this quiz. Starting in your third year, you will get the opportunity to become friends and more with Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, George Weasley, and Oliver Wood.

*Recap* Slughorn's party was basically the entire edition last time. The only interesting thing that happened was Draco getting caught "gatecrashing". However, you know that it was definitely something more mysterious.

Created by: music826

  1. Christmas was a rather dull affair without all of my other friends around. I used it as a perfect opportunity to catch up with my sister again, though. She hadn't been too neglected, however, as she had friends of her own to keep her company. Since Oliver was really the only other person I knew that had stayed, I spent a lot of time in his company, flying around on broomsticks and for once, talking about things other than Quidditch.
  2. One day, on a pleasantly snowy afternoon, we just sat together by the frozen Black Lake, talking about whatever came to mind. Oliver naturally started veering towards the topic of Quidditch. I knew it eventually had to come back up. "So I was thinking that if we started practicing five times a week, we'll probably be ready for the final match against Gryffindor next term. They're good, but-" "Can I ask you something?" I interrupted abruptly. He was used to my interruptions when he started going off on one of his Quidditch crazes, so he just shut up and nodded obediently. "Do you ever wish you had stayed at Puddlemere?" He shook his head. "Never," he said with a smile, looping an arm around me and squeezing me at the waist. "But you love Quidditch so much. I just thought you might be happier if you were playing instead of just watching." "I love Quidditch...but I love you more," he said seriously, without any hesitation. That took a moment for me to process. It was the first time he had said that straight out to me, and it felt much different hearing him say it to me instead of hearing it through a door. I didn't respond to that, not knowing what to say. But he didn't seem to expect that I would reply either.
  3. It was a relief to see Hogwarts students flooding back in after the holidays. Being alone was nice for a time, but I longed to see my friends again. Harry came to me pretty much the very same night they returned. "I've got to tell you something," he said urgently. I put a hand on my hip and tapped my chin as if I was thinking really hard about something. "Now where have I heard this before? Let me think...is it about Draco?" I said obnoxiously. "So you don't want to hear it?" he asked disappointedly. I opened my mouth to say no, but something stopped me. I thought about Draco's escape at Slughorn's party. I hated to admit it, but I was starting to gain the same suspicions, and I couldn't help but want to know more. "Actually, I want you to tell me everything."
  4. "So?" Harry asked impatiently. He had just gone through the entire story of the night of Slughorn's party. Apparently, he had followed Snape and Draco under his Invisibility Cloak and heard everything. And what they said didn't sound good at all. "An Unbreakable Vow? Snape? I find that kind of hard to believe," I said skeptically. According to Harry's account, Snape had made some sort of pact with Draco's mother. "But that's what I heard, and I know it's true," Harry insisted, getting a bit irritable with my unwillingness to accept his story. "Okay, but what about Draco again?" I asked, trying to remember all the details. "He said something about his task again. He said he had a plan, but it was just taking a little longer than he planned. Then he got into an argument when Snape offered his help and stormed off," he said. "That sounds more believable. But what is the "˜task'?" I pondered aloud. "I still think he's working for Voldemort," Harry muttered quietly. "He is NOT a Death Eater, okay? He isn't. He just can't be," I said stubbornly. Harry gave me a look as if I was in denial. Which, in all honesty, I probably was. But I wasn't about to tell him that. "Well, obviously I can't stop you from spying on him everywhere. But just do me a favor and find proof before you start accusing him," I pleaded, looking to Harry for a response. And again, I got nothing but a silence that spoke for itself.
  5. As with the first half of sixth year, I was soon caught in a lull of homework, Quidditch practice (and a match or two), and the occasional Slug Club meeting. Nothing interesting happened, and that was a relief. I was dreading the moment when I had to start hearing about what Draco had done the next time. Sitting next to him in Potions had started to become a mostly silent interaction on his part. Despite my best efforts to try and bring his spirits up, he continued to answer me in short, dull responses and turned down my offers to do something fun for once. It was quite disheartening to finally be reaching out to someone myself and be rejected. That must be what most of my guy friends felt like, at least before sixth year. Now they all seemed to be doing perfectly fine without me.
  6. One weekend morning, I was sitting at the Ravenclaw table, absentmindedly eating a piece of toast, when Hermione marched up to me, looking quite worried. "Ron's just been poisoned. He's in the Hospital Wing," she said tearfully. I choked on my toast and spent the next several moments coughing. I swallowed and cleared my throat. "How?" "We don't really know right now. It was in a bottle of mead Professor Slughorn served to Harry and Ron, but Ron drank before the toast was over, so he was the only one poisoned. Here, you can come see yourself," she said, and dragged me out of the Great Hall.
  7. Ron was lying in his bed, unconscious but seemingly okay on the outside. His face was pale and drawn, but as long as he was breathing, I didn't see any reason to be concerned. I stood by awkwardly, not really knowing what else to do but wait. I left after a few minutes, sensing that his family wanted to be with him. Besides, I knew Lavender would probably be there soon enough, and she wouldn't take kindly to seeing me there.
  8. In light of Ron's absence from the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Harry was forced to use Cormac McLaggen as a temporary Keeper for the match against Hufflepuff. Unfortunately, Gryffindor lost by a landslide. It wasn't for lack of talent, but Cormac got so into directing the players that Harry got distracted and got hit with a bludger. "I'm going to kill him," Harry muttered angrily as soon as he came to in the Hospital Wing. Ron was up in bed as well, having just delivered the bad news to Harry. I had noticed that he only seemed to be awake when his ever-present girlfriend wasn't there. "I can't believe you asked that idiot to the Christmas party," I said to Hermione, shaking my head in disbelief. Slytherin had its share of self-absorbed students, but I had to say McLaggen was on an entirely different level. She went a little pink and glanced over at Ron, but didn't offer up an explanation. "So, Ron, how are things going with Lavender lately?" I asked nonchalantly. He wrinkled his nose slightly, looking rather guilty. "I think I'm going to break up with her," he mumbled. "What was that?" I asked innocently, already feeling quite elated. "You heard," he said, glaring at me a bit. "Well, I'm sorry things didn't work out for you. Good luck with that," I said, struggling to maintain a sympathetic tone. I then turned on my heel with a bit of a spring in my step and went out the door. For some inexplicable reason, it felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders.
  9. With that no longer tugging at my thoughts, it was one less thing I had to worry about as the final Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw match approached. Both teams were almost constantly on the pitch. When one wasn't there, the other most likely was. Ron was out of the Hospital Wing soon and returned to being a Keeper, and there was a noticeable absence of Lavender from that point on. To avoid any sort of awkwardness between us, I acted like nothing had ever happened and life went on as usual. Well, for about two days anyway.
  10. *music826* I've actually had what happens next written for months. It's positively one of my favorite parts in the book, but of course I modified it for the purposes of my story. Well, I hope you like it! Until next time :)

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