Fitzsimmons

Seventh Year- Part One

Quick Note: Lucky you guys. I'm giving you two chapters in a day.

Hogwarts AU is upon us! This will most likely end up being a series, too.

This takes place after the final battle. I figured there would be less house elf labour, so Jemma had to carry her own things and a bunch of paid house elves do the rest of the cleaning and such. Also, I don't remember much about details of the Ravenclaw living quarters, so bare with me.

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As Jemma Simmons, head girl of Ravenclaw house, approached the door to the common rooms, she had one thing on her mind. Leo Fitz, her best friend since first year when they were both sorted into Ravenclaw house. Fitz was an awkward, typically hungry, muggleborn boy, but he was also a genius when it came to their O.W.L.S.

"What is just as big as you, but has no mass?" the door asked her. Jemma was particularly good at riddles, but at this time she was too distracted to think. After a minute of silence, Jemma blurt the answer out.

"A shadow." The door swung open, admitting her into the common room. It was just as she remembered it. Stone walls covered with bookshelves and neatly placed tapestries of birds flying amongst clouds, the floor scattered with embroidered, deep blue rugs, and writing desks and reading nooks set beneath the dirty windows. A fire burned on the far left, illuminating the faces of some fifth years peacefully reading the new textbooks.

Jemma knew she was sorted into the right house. Sure, the Ravenclaws hardly ever won Quidditch matches or the House Cup, but they scored the highest on their tests and behaved fairly well. Just because they were wise didn't mean they were introverts. Jemma and Fitz were part of the seventh year study group that met in the Room if Requirement every Saturday and the Ravenclaw Wizard Chess team.

"Jemma!" a voice called from the top of the exposed stairs to the dormitories. Before even turning that way she knew who it was.

"Fitz!" she called back. There was her favorite Ravenclaw boy, standing with a huge grin like old times. But Jemma was surprised how much he had matured over the summer. His voice was audibly deeper and his face less oily. He had also grown a few inches since she last saw him. The old robes he wore only reached the top of his ankles now. Jemma, for the first time in her life, thought he looked handsome.

Fitz hurried down the stairs to give his best friend a proper greeting hug. The Ravenclaws usually weren't this excited to see one another, so they had caused a bit of a scene. The fifth years by the fire were staring, so Jemma broke the hug.

"Congratulations, Head Girl," Fitz praised. "You look so different!"

"So do you." Jemma replied, her voice as flat as she could manage. The fifth years were muttering now.

"No, really," Fitz caught on and lowered his voice. "You're taller, and prettier," Jemma flushed a little. "And your, erm, breasts-"

"Oh my God, Fitz, stop talking." Jemma's face turned red. The fifth years got up and left, leaving the two alone in the common room.

"So, have you read the textbooks yet?" Jemma broke the awkward silence.

"Finished them on the train ride here. Sorry we couldn't sit together."

"Yeah, the prefects and heads of house had to sit in the same cab. Did you know who the Head Boy is?"

Fitz's jaw stiffened the slightest bit. "No." he managed.

"He's Garret Davies. Captain of the Quidditch team." Jemma searched Fitz's face for some kind of reaction, but he kept his expression emotionless. "Not as 'snoggable' as the fourth years say. He's really quite a jerk." Fitz relaxed, though he hadn't noticed he had tensed up.

"Good, I guess." Fitz muttered. "Can I help you with your trunk?"

"Yeah, sure." Jemma said with a thankful tone, although she knew Fitz wasn't that strong and she'd probably end up doing all of the lifting herself.

Fitz surprised her and held his end of the trunk all the way up the stairs and to Jemma's private 'Head Girl' room. She swung open the door, which hit the wall almost immediately; the room was so small. They set down the trunk, and she pushed it against the wall by the single curtained bed. She glanced around the room, searching for a source of heat, but she found nothing. It would be cold in the winter if she couldn't find anything before then.

"It's cozy." Fitz offered. "And you won't have to share it with a bunch of antisocial, jealous, smart girls."

"There's no heater." Jemma pointed out. Fitz scanned the room quickly, then nodded.

"Well, just call me in if you get to cold. Remember that time in third year when all the house elves went on strike, so there was nobody to keep the heaters going? Remember sneaking into my dormitory to lay with me and stay warm?" Jemma nodded and smiled at the memory. All of the other boys had thought much of it when they woke up to Jemma in their room. Fitz was teased about it for weeks, but no one had told on them. Everyone knew they were just friends, nothing more.

Although, sometimes, in the dead of the night, when Jemma had laid in her lonely room at home, she thought of Fitz in a different way. And seeing him again today had reawakened some of those thoughts.