Finding My Way - A Harry Potter/ One Direction Fan Fiction (ON HOLD)

Chapter 9

Ginny's POV

 As I reached the fat lady portrait, it swung open suddenly, revealing Harry, Harry, and Louis.  They were all carrying large bags and wearing regular school clothes.

"Oh hey, Gin," Louis stepped out of the portal and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

"GINNY!" Harry Styles rushed forward and gave me a bear hug.

I coughed, "Harry, it's great to see you too, but I can't breathe."

He let go of me and stepped back, "Sorry."

"Harry," a gave Potter a small hug.  "What are you guys up to?" 

Louis removed his broom from his bag.  "Quidditch of course."

"Oh gosh."  These twits would play that sport twenty four hours a day if they could.  "You better go get Lena... she's going to be upset if you start without her."

Harry Styles snorted, "She's in detention with Umbridge.  Got into a shouting match about her teaching skills and lack of 'learning' in that class."

"She's in for it," Harry Potter glanced at his hand.

I reached for his left hand, "Harry wha-"

He pulled away abrubtly.  "Gin, it's nothing."

"Harry," I rolled my eyes.  He always said 'it's nothing' or 'nothing is wrong'.  I'll get on his back later for that.

"Well, we could use a chaser since Lena's gone..." Louis scratched his scalp.

I laughed, "I'd love to.  I'll tell you what: I'm going to go grab my stuff from my room and meet you guys on the field, yeh?"

They all nodded.  "See ya there, Gin," Harry Potter waved to me.

Harry Potter....

It's been so many years and by then we were friends, but my crush was only getting stronger since the time we had first met.

I haven't thought of any other boys the way I thought of Harry.  But I noticed that he had eyes for the lovely Cho Chang.  She was all depressed and sucked out since Cedric had died.  I knew sometime this year, Harry was going to become her rebound.

I was starting to give up hope and starting to think maybe, just maybe I could try other guys.  I'm not telling you who, but I was starting to have my eyes set on someone.

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Liam's POV

"LIAM. HURRY YOUR FUCKING ARSE UP." John Hilliard was pacing around nervously.  We were already running late on the first day.

I gathered my books and quills and threw them into my messenger bag.

"LIAM!" he repeated after I didn't say anything.

"What?" I threw my bag over my shoulder. "I'm ready now."

He grunted and mumbled something inaudible.  I still didn't say anything.  John could act like PMSing girl sometimes, much like my sister.  I knew how to handle it.

"Come on now, like you said, we shan't be late." Maybe that was a little out of line, but I couldn't resist.

He scrunched his eyebrows angrily.  "Fine then." He stomped out of our dorm and down Ravenclaw tower.  "We only have a minute."  By then we had started to jog to the dungeons.  Snape would take a lot of points from Ravenclaw for anything really.  He was just trying to get points for Slytherin.  I do have to say he wasn't my favorite teacher.

I saw a short boy Hufflepuff boy helping a lost first year get to her first class. Niall. "Go on without me, I'll meet you there," I told John.

He sighed, "Fine, don't lose any points this early in the year."  John jogged off.

I clapped Niall on the back, "You are such a Hufflepuff"  He turned around, apparently Niall hadn't seen me coming.

"Well, I am a Hufflepuff, Li." Niall chuckled.

"We have potions together now, we're going to be late," I tugged on his arm, trying to get him to start jogging.  He didn't budge.

"I think I want to help more first years."

I jerked him forward, "No time."

"Fine."  We rushed down the corridors and hallways until we reached the dungeons.  Snape stood at the front of the class awaiting the bell.  Thank goodness we were on time.

"Disrupting my class already?" Snape took small steps towards us.

I shook my head violently.  "Class hasn't started yet sir."

"But, I was already teaching, wasn't I?" he smirked.

"But-" Niall tried.

"Be early in the future and five points from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw."  Anything to beat the rest of the houses.

I sighed as Niall and I found an empty desk.  

"Turn to page 394."  Snape continued his lesson.

While we were making a Cure for Boils, I went on and on about Lena.  Niall tolerated it, even though  I was beginning to believe that he fancied her. Maybe I was wrong.  He still didn't seem to fancy anyone, he doesn't talk about himself often anyway.  I was determined to help him find someone special, especially if he still had his eyes on Lena.

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