A.N: Sorry about the lenghty time between updates; I've just been busy with other things and haven't gotten around to making all my archives up to date. As you'll see in my bio, this is posted elsewhere if you absolutely can't wait for the updates here.
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Revelations
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Sunday, November 23, 1997
Breakfast
I finished all of my homework on Friday, as per usual, so I am completely free to go stalk Harry again. It’s really been bothering me who his girlfriend is. I want to know! The teasing is ever so much more fun when I have TWO people at which to direct it. *grin*. Oh, wait a minute, he’s muttering what seems like a very lame excuse to leave, and he’s walking out. I’ll have to wait until he’s out of the Great Hall so he doesn’t see me, and then go follow him.
Oh-Ten-Hundred-Hours
He is walking due southeast towards the Transfiguration classroom he went to on the previous day“
Note to Self: Do NOT stub toe on the edge of the corner I am hiding behind while trying to be all stealthy, as it is very difficult not to yell out in pain.
Anyways, he’s going inside of the classroom now to wait.
Oh-Ten-Ten
Someone is walking towards the door of the classroom...it looks like a female, but her back is to me and I am unable to determine who it is. I will have to move and get a closer look.
Oh-Ten-Fifteen
Am now settled directly outside the door. I feel it is too dangerous to look in and risk getting myself spotted, as I was unable to obtain the invisibility cloak today. I will have to gather information on the identity of this person by listening to their conversation.
“I’ve missed you! It’s been a while since I’ve seen you,” a deep voice began (must be Harry).
“It’s only been two days since we’ve been alone, silly! And you’ve seen me in the halls,” a girl’s voice answered with a giggle. It sounded familiar, but I was unable to place it.
“I know, but that feels like a really long time when I’m away from you.”
“You’re so sweet Harry!” I could tell from the momentary silence that Harry was probably blushing at this comment.
“Thanks, Parvati."
Hold on...WHAT did I just hear? PARVATI? Oh, wait a moment, I must go now. I think I let out a gasp of surprise. I’ve got to get out of here before they detect that I was eavesdropping.
A few minutes later, Common Room
I can’t believe that Harry’s girlfriend is Parvati! Of all people! She is only the ditzy-est, cruelest, most looks-obsessed, sluttiest (ah, I’ve got it now) girl in the school! But I still can’t believe it. How could he do that? Especially after the Yule Ball. He didn’t even like her then; in fact, he ignored her the whole time while she danced with someone from a different school. I can’t even think about this right now. This is such a betrayal to our friendship! He knows what I think of her, and how shallow she is. You would think he wouldn’t want someone like that, now would you? I guess I was wrong.
I just looked back at what I wrote, and it sounds as though I’m being a tad hypocritical. I was all for thinking that Draco might be different that I thought he was, and that there may be a better side of him, the one that Ginny sees. And now I’m being all Ron-like about Parvati. Doesn’t make me have to like it, though.
Lunch
I can’t decide whether to tell Ron about the whole Parvati thing or not. I think he’d like to know, but he’d probably end up talking to Harry about it, and then Harry would want to know how he found out. And then I will not be in such a good place. Besides, maybe it’s better he hears it from Harry. But what if he’s really curious as well and is wondering where Harry has been going? I don’t know.
Later, Common Room
Ron and I were sitting and playing Wizard’s Chess (Harry was STILL gone with Parvati), which I was losing quite badly. It’s the one game that I’m horrible at, and he likes to play me all the time because he knows he’ll win. I usually comply, seeing as he gets this ADORABLE smile when he gets a checkmate. He looks really happy that he’s beat me, but at the same time, he’s trying not to smile TOO much because it would look like he was bragging. It’s very cute.
“Ugh, I have Divination tomorrow,” Ron said as he moved the rook over several squares. “I hate that class. Trelawny is almost as bad as Umbridge was, and the fumes don’t help any. And then there’s those two annoying gigglers who are always saying that they saw loads of stuff in the crystal ball. Like they don’t make it all up. It’s enough to make anyone puke.”
I couldn’t suppress my grin at the insults to the two ultimate Bitchy Britches.
“The number charts in Arithmancy starting to look a little better, huh?” I said mockingly.
“I don’t know why I even take Divination. I’d rather help Hagrid with the Blast-Ended-Skrewts again than show up to that stupid North Tower for an hour.”
“So drop it.”
“What do you mean?”
“Drop the class.”
“I can’t believe YOU are telling me to get rid of a class.”
“Hello? Walked out of the room in the middle of a lesson and never came back. Sitting right here.”
“Oh, yeah, I nearly forgot. One of my proudest moments. Almost as good as Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret,”
Did he just say that something I did was one of his proudest moments?? I’m in my happy place now! And the ferret comment certainly didn’t hurt my feeling of amusement.
“And it was worth it,” I added. “That class was complete rubbish.”
“Yeah, but I don’t really have the guts to quit something like that. Afraid of what Mum would say,” Ron said with a little shiver.
“Are you a Gryffindor or not?”
“True, but to be honest, it’s not so much the fear as the fact that it’s an easy O. All I have to do is predict the death of myself and all of my loved ones, and I get an Outstanding.”
“Ah, the REAL reason comes out. Well, if that’s why you won’t dropped the class, I am forced to not feel sorry for you.”
He gave me a little pout (so adorable!) and made his next move with the bishop.
“Checkmate,” he said with the aforementioned smile.
“Dammit.”
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Monday, November 24, 1997
History of Magic
I think that Binn’s class today was the most boring one he has ever taught (and that is saying something). You would think that since he’s a ghost, he’s seen some of this stuff and would therefore be able to make it more interesting. But you would be so very wrong. He was talking about some squib five hundred years ago who meddled with magic when he couldn’t really do it properly. He ended up Avada Kedavra-ing himself by mistake. Who really cares? I mean, it’s sad that he died and everything, but it is truly unkind to talk about this one story for an hour. But I ended up forcing myself to stay awake and take notes anyway. Damn my inner perfectionist. The worst part was that he had pulled all of the curtains closed. I couldn’t even look outside while taking my notes as he droned on and on. And talking to Harry or Ron via parchment is always impossible during this class, as they are usually asleep about five minutes in.
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Ooh! Professor Pecera, our new DADA teacher this year, (I don’t think I’ve mentioned her name before. She’s nice.) is holding a little competition. Whoever performs a new, extremely advanced spell, with the most success will be able to go to Hogsmeade for an extra weekend towards the end of December. The spell she chose is called Difesa, and it’s a really powerful spell used for blocking attacks and using them against your enemy. Nothing can get through it except for Avada Kedavra. She thinks that it well help all of us as a general spell, and that this is good motivation for us to practice it.
I personally hope I can do it. The winner gets to go to Hogsmeade with one friend all day on Saturday of the chosen weekend. I’d love to go with Ron, but I don’t know how I’d cover for choosing him over Harry. Oh well, I’ll cross that cliff of doom if I actually win. We’ve only got a week to practice, and I’ve got to be good enough to beat Harry. If he wins, he’ll almost certainly take Ron or Parvati (ugh).
TO DO:
1. Go order some of those extendable ears from Gred and Forge so as to figure out what the hell Parvati is doing dating one of my best friends.
2. Absolutely do not forget to order some new pajamas for the sleepover to replace my current hideous ones...and go ask Ginny for advice on what to choose. Way too many different kinds.
3. Practice that Difesa spell so as to win the Hogwarts trip so as to further entrance Ron into falling in love with me.
4. Inquire about one of those Quick Quotes Quills so that I can sleep during History of Magic like the rest of the class (who always think they can rely on me to tell them what they missed; typical.) and have my notes taken for me.
5. Casually mention the bitchy nature of Lavender and Parvati in front of Harry and see if it makes him angry. Since their relationship is a secret, he won’t be able to do anything about it. Oh, this could be fun.
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AN: I was having fun with translations. ‘Pecera’ is ‘fishtank’ in Spanish (don’t ask) and ‘Difesa’ is ‘defense’ in Italian.