saint potter- h.p

2.1

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not another toe
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"Nice to see you again (l/n)" Blaise stated blandly as (y/n) stared intently at him, him not looking up from his book.

"You too Zambini." She sighed crossing her arms, her foot tapped restlessly on the train floor.

He peeked up from his book slightly irritated by her foot tapping. "Is there something you need."

"Oh cut the crap Blaise, pay attention to me I missed you!" She whined. He chuckled and put down his book, scooting over so she could sit beside him. She gratefully took the seat and gave him a side hug.

Goyle and Crabbe glanced at each other mischievously,
"Hey (y/n) Crabbe and I missed you too!"

"Yeah does that mean we get a hug?"

They both reached out their arms, Goyle accidentally slapping Draco in the process.

"Hey watch where you flail those sausage arms Goyle!" He exclaimed, pushing him away. Goyle scowled but quickly looked down not wanting to upset Draco.

"No I wouldn't want to get rabies." (y/n) deadpanned staring the two of them in the eye, Blaise and Draco both start chuckling while Crabbe and Goyle cross their arms and pout.

"Have you seen Daphne Greengrass yet? She's matured quite a bit over the summer if ya get what I mean." Crabbe winked, causing the three boys to start snickering.

"And this is where I depart!" (y/n) got up quickly and shuffled out of the compartment, their laughter only getting louder once she stepped out.

"Come back will you (l/n)!" Draco shouted back at her, she just rolled her eyes.
"Maybe later when you've all 'matured.'"

Not long after wandering through the train (y/n) found Hermione sitting all by herself in an empty compartment, already reading one of her DADA books.

"Hey Mione, whatcha reading?" She asked, interrupting her. Hermione looked up hastily from her book.

"Oh hi (y/n), it's Magical Me, by Gilderoy Lockhart! I heard he's going to be the next Defensive against the Dark Arts teacher!" She said excitedly clutching the book to her chest.

(y/n) smiled at her, "Splendid."

She didn't know much about Lockhart, although Lucius and her mother say he's a fake and only cared about fame. But if Hermione was happy, she was happy.

"Where's Potter and Weasel?" (y/n) questioned noticing the lack of a foul odor in the compartment.

Hermione shrugged her shoulders, though she still seemed a bit worried. "I'm not sure, I didn't see them on the platform, the rest of the Weasleys are on board though."

"That's odd. You're welcome to come sit with me, but i'm not sure Draco and his friends would be very happy with that."

She shook her head, "No I don't think they will, I might just go find Neville or Ginny maybe. Thanks for the offer though."

"No problem Mione see you at Hogwarts." (y/n) left her and continued the stroll back into the testosterone filled compartment.

Blaise's eyes lit up once she reached the door. "(y/n) come quick look!"

He pointed to the window and to her surprise there was a light blue muggle car with what seemed to be a boy dangling from the door.

"Is that Potter and Weasley??" (y/n) started laughing uncontrollably. The car was set at an angle, the passenger door wide open with a panicking Potter holding onto it. Ron seemed to be driving, but he was not doing the best job at it.

"Even if they do make it to Hogwarts alive, I'm sure they'll be expelled. I mean what if muggles see them?" Goyle asked, still chuckling.

Draco diverted his attention away from the car, which has by now closed up and driven away. "Good riddance. I'll be glad to not have to deal with those two insufferable twats."

"I'm not sure about that, Potter does seem to be one of Dumbledore's favored students." Blaise spoke up raising his brows, "Surely he won't expel his prized pupil."

"If Snape finds out he'll probably try and convince him otherwise, he seems to hate Potter more than anyone else." (y/n) shrugged, mostly believing Blaise was correct.
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And just as she assumed, Zambini was right, because the next day there they were, Potter and Weasley in all their glory chowing down on the food in the great hall and studying.

"Oh how many times are you going to escape death." (y/n) groaned as she sat beside Hermione.

"I'm glad to see you too (l/n)." Harry grinned. She shot him a fake smile in return and started grabbing her own books.

"Did you have a nice flight Potter?" (y/n) asked mockingly, placing her head in her hands smiling at the now red-faced boy, "It looked like you were having a delightful time, dangling out of a muggle car and such."

"Oh lay off him (y/n)." Hermione elbowed her ribs and (y/n) frowned at her.

"Say it, i'm doomed." Ron frowned, taping his broken wand back together.

"You're doomed." Harry sighed.

(y/n) let out a small laugh at the sight of the two. "You're lucky that it wasn't your neck."

"I bet you'd love that wouldn't you." Ron snorted irritated, which just caused her to laugh harder. "I would make a Whomping Willow appreciation day if that were the case."

There was a loud flash and click from right beside (y/n) and a blonde little boy with a bright smile beamed from behind it. "Hi Harry! I'm Colin Creavey and I'm in Gryffindor too!"

(y/n) held onto her right ear trying to suppress the ringing from the loud camera, "Well isn't that just fantastic."

He ignored her and continued smiling cheerfully at Harry who shot her a glare before turning back to the younger boy. "Hi Colin nice to meet you."

Their introduction was cut off by a loud screech and Lee Jordan's voice. "Ron is that your owl?"

The old barn owl came stumbling down to their table crashing into a bowl of chips as it landed. Ron's eyes grew wide and his face flushed pink as he picked up the letter it was carrying. "Bloody birds a menace."

Looking at the letter (y/n) started cackling causing almost all of the great hall to turn to the Gryffindor table.

Seamus' voice yelled out above hers, "Look everyone Weasley's got a howler."

There are bits of laughter (mostly from the Slytherin table) and Ron looked like he was about to vomit.

"Go on Ron I ignored one from my Gran once, it was horrible." Neville tried to reassure (failing miserably) as the laughter died down.

Ron carefully opened up the gold seal of the red envelope and a loud feminine voice ((y/n) guessed Mrs Weasley's) started shouting out.

"RONALD WEASLEY!!" It contorted itself into a mouth directly facing Ron, Hermione and (y/n) back up at the loud noise.

"HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR! I AM ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED! YOUR FATHERS NOW FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK AND IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT!"

The letter inched closer and closer to Ron's trembling face, "IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME!"

The letter turned away, "Oh and Ginny dear congratulations on making Gryffindor, your father and I are so proud." Ginny looked down almost as embarrassed as Ron, and the letter turned back to him sticking its paper tongue out before ripping itself into pieces.

The whole hall was completely silent for a moment before people returned to their own conversations. Ron looked petrified.

"Not another toe Ronnie dear." (y/n) taunted leaning over to ruffle his hair.

Ron still shocked glanced at her, "I hate you so much."

"Oh dear, excuse me while I cry in my dormitories because Ronald Billius Weasley hates me." She pretended to be hurt, wiping fake tears from her eyes..

Hermione nudged her in the ribs again. (y/n) shot her a dirty look.
"Will you stop that, I'm bruising."
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