Evanora

Two days after: Morning

Ron joined us at our table. Hermione and Harry sat across from us.

"Slughorn's having a christmas do, you know. And we're meant to bring someone," she said.

"Suppose you're going with McLaggen. He's in the slug club isn't he?"

"Actually, I was going to ask you," she said, offended.

"Really," he said slowly. At that moment, Lavender Brown came up to Ron.

"Good luck today, Ron. I know you'll be brilliant," she said before walking off. Ron leaned forward over the table.

"I'm resigning. After today's match, McLaggen can have my spot," he said nervously.

"Have it your way," Harry said, pushing Ron's goblet forward. "Juice," he said. Ron said 'sure' quietly and started sipping.

"Hello everyone," Luna said to my right. She was wearing a lion hat in support of Gryffindor. "You look dreadful, Ron," she said. "Is that why you put something in his cup? Is it a tonic?" I looked suspiciously to Harry, who put his bottle of liquid luck away. I smirked between Harry and Ron.

"Don't drink it, Ron!" Hermione said. Ron slowly drank the entire goblet while Harry begun to smile. "You could be expelled for that," Hermione said to Harry. "Eva, do something. He listens to you!" she said. I frown confusedly at her with a look that says, oh please, like they would listen to me.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Harry said. I watched as Ron began to grin. He got to his feet.

"You're supporting this?" Hermione whispered harshly to me. I grinned wider.

"What's the worst that could happen?" I said as I watched Ron.

"C'mon Harry, we've got a game to win," he said. They stood up and walked away. Hermione looked at me angrily.

"You know, I usually agree with you, but I do think it's quite funny when they're up to something, don't you think?" I said, smiling. She shrugged.

Later, they won the Quidditch game. Everyone in the Gryffindor common room was chanting 'Weasley! Weasley!' and they were hoisting him into the air. Harry and I were smiling. Good for Ron.

"You know you really shouldn't have done it," Hermione said.

"I know. I suppose I could have just used a confundus charm," he accused.

"That was different. . . That was tryouts, this is an actual game," she defended. Harry pulled out a full bottle of Liquid Luck.

"You didn't put it in?" I said, realizing. "Ron only thought you did," Harry nodded.

"Harry, that was genius," I said, marveling at him. He turned pink and faced Ron again, who was now snogging Lavender Brown. I gasped and turned to Hermione, who was already leaving. I tugged hard on Harry's arm and looked toward Hermione worriedly. I quickly rushed out of the common room and went after her. She sat at the bottom of the steps. I looked around to find that Harry wasn't in sight. I sat next to her quietly and she sniffed.

"How did it feel, Eva, when you saw Harry with Cho?" she asked, trying to stifle her sobs as she spoke. She looked down at the floor. I sighed.

"Like this," I said quietly. I heard steps behind me before Harry sat down on the other side of Hermione. Suddenly, a giggling Lavender Brown came into the room hanging on Ron's arm like it was her lifeline.

"Oops," Lavender squealed. "I think this room's taken," she whispered and tried to pull Ron away with her, but Ron stayed in confusion as she ran off. I whipped my wand to the leaves on the floor and sent them flying at Ron. The leaves began to smack him repeatedly as he ran away. I turned to Hermione, who began to silently sob into Harry's shoulder. I sat back down and held my wand to her. The tip of my wand had sprouted a tissue from the end, and she sent me a thankful look as she pulled it out of my wand and wiped the tears from her eyes and nose.

The next day I spent most of my time with Hermione while Harry hung out with Ron, and we switched on and off so that Hermione didn't have to be alone.

"He's at perfect liberty to kiss whoever he likes. I really couldn't care less," she said angrily. "Was I under the impression that he and I would be attending Slughorn's christmas party together? Yes. Now, given the circumstances, I've had to make other arrangements." she said.

"Have you?" Harry says as she puts books back on the shelf.

"Yes. But it's you we've got to worry about. You've barely spent time alone with Evanora when there aren't cameras around," she said.

"It's not so easy when she's all over newspaper headlines all the time," he says.

"She could say the same thing for you!" Hermione shot at him.

"But i'm the chosen one," he says, grinning. Hermione smacks him on the top of the head with parchment. I follow the sound of their voices.

"Hey chosen one," I say, slipping around the corner and resting my chin on his shoulder.

"Hey Venus Black," He teases while smiling slightly, turning his head to see the light behind her grey eyes shining. She slides her chin off his shoulder and takes his hand instead and looks to Hermione.

"Did you hear about Romilda Vane?" I said darkly.

"Yeah, I was just about to tell you. Who told you?" she asks.

"Parvati," I said. "Actually, she's right behind you, Hermione."

"What about her?" Harry asks.

"Apparently she's trying to smuggle you a love potion," I inform. I look at Romilda Vane to find that she is dreamily flirting at Harry with her head in her hands. Harry and Hermione watch me curiously as I interrupt her gaze with my waving hand. Once I have her attention I fold my arms and raise my brow at her while cocking my head suspiciously. She glares at me and I narrow my eyes at her. I turn to Harry as I realize he is choking back laughter. He tries to hide his smirk but it only splits into a wide grin. I can't help but smirk as he backs away, trying to hold it in.

"Amused, Potter?" I say, advancing on him as Hermione hands me parchment to slap him with. I laugh as he cowers.

"Please don't hit me," he squeals. I drop my weapon onto the nearest table. He looks up from behind his arms and is delighted to see that I don't have a paper to smack him with. I giggle and become mesmerized by his green eyes. I'm surprised he doesn't get attacked by every girl in the castle, I think to myself. I got her first, Harry thinks proudly as he becomes mesmerized by her grey ones. Before they knew what they were doing, their noses slipped past against each other and their lips locked. Butterflies flew through both of their insides and Harry had the had the strongest urge to continue but pulled away because they were in the library. Hermione had left with her parchment and so had Romilda Vane. There were first-years not too far away.

"Lets go somewhere else," she said. They ended up snogging in an empty corridor. She knew that he had grown up without the love that every family is supposed to have. He was treated awfully, and deserved more. She grew up without a family as well, but still had the other girls at the orphanage to become friends with, and was never disregarded as nothing or thrown into a cupboard for days like he was. Harry was overwhelmed with love and couldn't get enough of her. It was like they couldn't get close enough. Her head was spinning when he finally pulled away.

"So, I've been meaning to talk to you about something," she said. He nodded. "Actually, I'll just show you--" she reached into her rucksack and handed him an open letter from Rita Skeeter. Harry's eyes widened as he read the offer of money at the bottom. Rita was trying to get information about Harry out of her. "I'm not going to of course. But you've got to watch your back. I might not be the only person receiving these letters," she said and tossed the note back in her bag.