The Secret Life of Cherry Potter ( A Harry Potter fanfiction )

Chapter Ten: No Love Potion Needed .

" You were brilliant ! " George exclaims, wrapping his towel around my shivering shoulders. " Thanks,

George." I giggle as we trot back up to the castle to get out of the snapping wind. Awkwardly and unsure

George wraps his fingers into mine, and I don't protest. I smile up at him and for a second it is almost like we

are reading each other mind. Of course that has to interrupted by Harry and Ron galloping up to us shaking

off their wet hair. " Did you hear the news ?" Ron broadcasts with a huge grin across his dripping face. Harry

bursts in with the news of Lucius Malfoy getting beat up and almost killed by some teenage girl minutes

before the second task. I laugh so hard tears start streaking down my face. " Yeah I heard." George eyes me

quizzically and I nod my head 'yes' to the question I know he is asking. " Cherry, did you do it ?" Harry asks. "

You didn't hear it from me but you do know he is to this day a very loyal death eater?" I answer his question

with another question. " Of course. You'd have to be as thick as a troll not to realize that !" Ron retorts. " Well

let's just say I had some unfinished business with the Malfoy family." I say trying not to give anything away.

Everyone nods, and soon Harry and Ron run ahead of us. We continue at a slower pace, until we get up to

the door of the school. " Cherry, I was um wondering if you would want to come with me to Hogsmeade and

maybe like go the Three Broomsticks or something." George says. I smile up at him," I'd love too." George's

unique grin breaks out and only vanishes when Fred comes by chanting " K-I-S-S-I-N-G !!!!!! "

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The sun is barely up yet, but sleep isn't important right now. Finding something to wear is ! I don't want to look

too nice, but then I don't want to be wearing sweatpants and a Quidditch t shirt either. My pacing around

awakens Hermoine with a groan. " It's Saturday, Cherry ! " She complains, pulling the covers over her head. "

Sorry," I murmur. I drag a couple of sweaters out from the bottom of my bag along with some dragonhind

boots. " What's the weather suppose to be like today ?" I ask, pulling up a thin long sleeved shirt to myself in

the mirror. " It's snowing outside, Cherry. You can't wear that." Hermoine mutters rolling out from her covers. "

Yeah, unless I wear a jacket with it." I point out. " That won't look good with a jacket." Hermoine observes

from her bed. " Yeah your right." I roll my eyes when isn't Hermoine right ? " How about this ?" She says

crossing over to my pile of clothes on my bed. She pulls up an expensive unicorn hair sweater, and eyes it in

awe. " Where'd you get this ?" She questions. " Paris," I explain. " During the summer break I travel the world.

This summer I'm going to America. " I take the sweater from her and examine it in the mirror. " Who do you

go with ?" Hermoine asks, looking through my shoes. " Mainly by myself. Sometime I go with my house elf,

Bobby. " I nod towards a pair of boots she pulls out of my bag. " Those are perfect. If I wear the sweater." I

start searching for scarves. " Aren't you still too young to travel the world by yourself?" Hermoine picks up a

bottle of love fragrance perfume. " Be careful with that ! That is a watered down love potion !! " I yell. " Don't

drop it or there is going to be a lot of questions about why we are staring starry eyed at each other. "

Hermoine looks thoughtfully at the simple bottle. " Can I borrow this ?" She wonders. " Have it. I used it once

in China, and was stalked for three days straight. " My hairbrush is resting on my dresser, so I go to retrieve

it. " Cherry can you legally travel around the world at your age ?" Hermoine asks again. " Anything's legal

when you're hiding out from death eaters, and you know someone you makes really good fake passports." I

reply. Hermoine nods, and continues looking through my possessions. I wrap my fingers around my

hairbrush. My enchanted hairbrush. I mean I can't always have a good hair day ? With each stroke each curl

in my head falls perfectly. I continue this for several minutes until the sun is lighting our room completely. " I'm

going to be late." I exclaim, pulling on my jeans and boots quickly. " Where are you going anyways ?"

Hermoine questions. " Got a date," I explain quickly. " With who ?" I grab my purse and open the door. "

George," I answer pounding down the stairs. I fly down the stair and to the courtyard only passing a few other

early birds heading to Hogmeade. " Good morning," I greet to George once I enter the courtyard. " Morning,"

he replies with his fantastic smile. Finch grunts at all of us then leads us down the trail to Hogmeade. " Ok I

have to confess I've never been to Hogmeade before." I reveal. " Seriously, you haven't lived !! The three

broomsticks has the best butterbeer. " He jokes the rest of the short walk. Soon we walk into a quaint little

town. It's the cutest village I've ever seen. George ushers me to a small pub, and we find seats in the back. " I

have to admit you're right. This is the best butterbeer I've ever tasted." He nods and we cling our glasses

together. " Cherry, where are you going once the school year ends ?" George asks between sips from his

cup. " America. I think I'll go to New York City first. It's a muggle city, but it's still fascinating. I usually travel

every summer. I'm really going to miss Hogwarts, it is so much warmer than Beauxbaton. " I sigh. " Why can't

you come to Hogwarts ? " George asks. Because my brother is the boy who lived and I would be putting him

in peril danger if I stayed more than a year. " It's complicated," I reply. We finish our butterbeers in silence,

then George tells me we are going somewhere special. We walk away from everyone else towards a shack

up on the hill. " I thought I might just want to show you a historical landmark. Supposedly it is haunted. " He

laughs. " Oh how romantic," I giggle. " I haven't gotten to the romantic part yet. " He explains, then he leans

down and our lips touch each other. It is as if a spark flies. " How's that for romantic ?" He asks. " Kissing me

in front of an abandoned haunted house ? It's very original.............. And sweet." I joke. " I'm not done yet," he

objects. He propels himself through the barb wire surrounding the shack with a small knife in his hand. He

nears the side of the house and delicately sketches a heart around two names. George and Cherry. " How's

that ? " He challenges. " The most romantic thing I've ever seen." I say, leaning in and kissing him again.