Never Second Best

Chapter 7

"Where've YOU been?" Ron demands when I walk into the common room.

"None of your business, Ickle Ronniekins." Ron rolled his eyes at the name he hated.

"She was probably snogging Diggory!" Lee snickered. Fred's smile instantly falls. Harry's head perks up at the word 'snog'.

"Cedric? Why would I want to snog Cedric? And he hardly even knows I exist, Lee." I defend myself.

"Rumour has it he's fancied you since the World Cup." Lee says again.

"As if. Even if he did, I wouldn't want a stuck up prat like him. He probably only fancies me because he's figured out Harry and I are related."

"Who fancies Holly?" Harry says rather loud, joining the conversation. Harry's probably one of the upmost reasons I've never had anything with a guy. He's too protective. I mean also, the other reason is me. My looks, my laugh. Every bit.

"Cedric Diggory." George says.

"You're not allowed to date him." Harry says automatically.

"Again, as if! Also, you don't get to control that, Harry!" Fred's smile has seemed to return, much happier than before.

"So if you weren't snogging Mr. Perfect Body, where were you?" Lee presses. Shit. It's not that I'm embarrassed about my relationship with Mcgonagall, it's just the boys are a little biased towards her because she always figures out their pranks.

"I was talking to Mcgonagall." I say truthfully, hoping they won't press on.

"Why?" Fred asks.

"Just about my NEWT classes this year. Also about what I want to be." This answer seems to earn the satisfactory of the lot. "Alright, I'm headed off to bed. Goodnight, boys. Goodnight, Harry."

"G'nite, Holly." They say in unison.

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First day of lessons went by painfully slow. Especially my double potions. Thankfully, the twins, Lee and I seemingly all ended up having the same classes. The twins however, had only taken three classes. I had taken five classes, just enough to support myself if my plan of becoming a professional Quidditch player blew up in my face. I hadn't told anyone but Mcgonagall about my plans. I was trying out for The Holyhead Harpies in April. I hope to someday make the England National team. I really wanted to tell Harry and the boys, I just didn't want them to call my dream ridiculous. I mean, the twins joke shop dream was close to ridiculous, but it was doable. It didn't rely on athletic ability. My thoughts were interrupted when Fred and George ran up to me as I entered the Great Hall for dinner.

"Well hello to you too, boys." I say cheerfully. They did not return my excitement. My face fell. "What's wrong?"

"Um, well, I don't know how to exactly tell you this.." Fred starts.

"But 'that bitch' ambushed and hexed Harry." George finishes. Of course, he was referring to Judy Green, a Hufflepuff in our year who is my arch-nemesis, well, I'm her arch-nemesis. I could care less about her. She's like a fan of mine. I'm as surprised as you are that she's a Hufflepuff. I guess all Hufflepuff's aren't sunshine and rainbows. The only reason 'that bitch' hates me, is because she's convinced herself that Harry and I are in love. She's in love with Harry, so she's made it her mission to 'break us up.' I reckon she's mad.

"Where's Harry." I say flatly.

"Hospital wing. She sent a colony of bees after him and he's all puffed up." George says carefully. I'm absolutely furious. I'm sure Malfoy got a good kick out of it too. I stomp down to the hospital wing, literal steam fuming from my ears. I've obviously made a name for myself to Malfoy, because he stops to taunt me. But with one flick of my hand a quick hex escaping my lips, a thread begins to sew his lips together. I may not be some famous girl, or have any real special qualities, but I am an amazing Witch for my age. It takes most wizards to age 25-30 to perfect using magic with only their hands, but I perfected it in third year. Once I make it to the hospital wing, I see an already de-puffing Harry.