Fitzsimmons

Seventh Year- Part Four

Quick Note: I added a few more characters from the original series. :)

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"Jemma," Fitz spoke groggily yet urgently from behind her. Jemma wasn't about to wake up from the best sleep of her life, and kept her eyes pressed firmly closed, not letting the bright sun streaming through the window pierce through.

"Jemma, classes." Fitz insisted. Jemma didn't know what he was talking about, and didn't have the will to care.

"Specifically charms class!" Fitz tried once more. At first Jemma didn't comprehend what he was saying, then her eyelids flew open.

"Merlin's beard!" she shouted as she flung the blankets back and leapt out of bed, her mind not caught up with her body quite yet. Fitz scurried out behind her before she could think of what had happened last night.

Before he exited the door he glanced back, opened his mouth to say something, then closed it and instead muttered "See you," before briskly leaving, slamming the door behind him. Jemma gave a small, half-minded wave, knowing he was already gone, before turning back to hastily throw on robes. She decided against brushing her hair, for time's sake. I mean, it didn't look that bad, right? She glanced in the mirror and winced at the sight, before turning on her heel and striding out.

Charms class passed without incident, though Jemma could hear the whispers of the Slytherin girls sitting behind her that had assumed the heads of house had hooked up. She rolled her eyes at the mere thought, and made sure to raise her hand extra high to prove she was intellectually superior to them, not that they cared. Professor Longbottom, head of Gryfindor house, appeared to appreciate it, though.

After Charms, Jemma and Fitz walked silently side by side to Divination with Gryfindors. This was their least favorite class, as there was no actual logic needed. Just the stupidity to believe in accurate fortune-telling. Jemma had very politely pointed this out to Professor Trelawny one day, which resulted in twenty missing points from Ravenclaw and a class-long lecture about the importance of respect for the art forms of tea leaf reading and crystal balls.

"What does your reading say about your future?" the nutty professor asked Jemma. Jemma, not wanting to upset her again, glanced over at her book to identify some symbols.

"Bouquet represents a new love interest," she spoke clearly aloud. "The dog on the bottom here represents a friend, specifically a friend in need of help," She could feel the class's hard gaze on her, slightly put off by Fitz's gentle, encouraging watch. "And the basket here," Trelawny nodded. "Indicates a, a new baby?"

The class burst out into laughter. As Trelawny tried to calm them, Fitz grabbed her hand underneath the table, significantly helping Jemma's embarrassment.

"It's bloody rubbish." Fitz comforted her. "Everyone knows that."

"Oi!" An extremely punk Gryfindor at the front of the class rose from his seat. The class quieted down almost immediately. "All of you know this stuff is trash!" he shouted in defense. "And even if it was true, that means she's getting more action than the lot of you combined!" The class stared at the boy as he sat down, some of them letting out nervous laughs.

"Teddy Lupin, that is highly inappropriate." Professor Trelawny shouted as she returned to her seat at the front of the room. "Five points from Gryfindor."

"Maybe Hogwarts should have a health class. That's all I'm saying." Teddy snapped back.

After the incident had passed, the class was let out by the professor, who didn't know how to handle Teddy's comment. Fitzsimmons walked to lunch together, where Jemma had to sit up front with the other heads of houses for an announcement.