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OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-12-2006, 05:06 AM

Ron, Harry, Ginny & the gang at Floreans

It was the oddest thing sitting under the same London sky as the Muggles but then not, such was Diagon Alley. Looking up Harry could see all the stars more brightly (because you can’t see stars in the city) as if he were still at the Burrow with the Weasley’s; but such was not the case as Harry and the Weasleys were all staying at the Leaky Cauldron the night before the cup. Sudden business had popped up at the Ministry and Mr. Weasley had been reluctant to send the kids ahead with only Charlie to supervise them. As luck would have it Bill was going to be in London (ironically enough on a similar, last-minute work incident as well) so they planned instead to go catch the match first and set up camp afterwards to stay and celebrate (or cry really depending who your galleons were on).

Harry had decided to walk around the busy streets of the alley, watching wizards being wizards and loving every moment of it because they could be so open about their magic. Ron had gone ahead to get Bill over at Gringotts; he was still not talking to Hermione (well not without a lot of blushing those times he did manage to get a word out). Harry would have sworn that Ron had not looked at Hermione since that night at the lake he had been so embarrassed. It didn’t matter how many times she had apologized and said she really hadn’t caught a glimpse of anything, she’d confessed to Harry the same but poor Ron was sooooooooooooo embarrassed. It would have broken Harry’s heart had he not found it so funny.

It had been a month already.

“You’re being a prat Dean,” came a familiar voice from around the street corner.

“I’m sorry, what’d you say Seamus?” Dean replied, in a distracted kind of way.

As Harry turned the corner he saved his friend from having to reply. Seamus was staring at Dean angrily, and the other boy seemed to have a lost expression on his face, well it wasn’t so much lost as it was … happily lost…as in a dream. When Harry turned to follow Dean’s gaze, he could understand why.

Walking down the street was a very lovely blonde haired girl who seemed to be smiling at everybody (of the male sex) and yet really not at any of them.

Harry blinked, took his glasses off and wiped them, put them back on and continued staring when he suddenly felt a punch on his arm.

“I said, ‘hello Harry,’” Seamus was saying testily, as he turned to punch Dean on the arm again. Seamus had lost the boy’s attention again when he had turned to punch Harry hello.

Harry turned to look at the sandy haired boy; it was a full five seconds before he recognized him and the image of the very pretty girl disappeared from his mind’s eye, “Seamus?”

“Whose side are you all on anyways?” Seamus remarked.

“Ireland all the way!” Dean said, staring off. “I think I forgot my socks…”

“Oh, no you didn’t,” Seamus said putting his arms around Dean to restrain him. “My Mum told me about them,” he said, nodding in the direction of the girl. “Don’t look Harry, she’ll spell you! Veela’s they’re called.”

“You can call them what you like Seamus but they’re pretty,” Dean said, and Seamus started looking around for a bucket of water to douse his friend with. He would have transfigured one too right then and there if just then Ginny Weasley had not come out of Quality Quidditch Supplies the store they happened to be standing in front of.

“Oh, what are you lot doing here?” Ginny asked surprised, a bag in her hand.

“Slap him for me would you Gin, be a pal,” Seamus said struggling to hold back Dean.

“Okay,” she said, always glad to lend a hand. A hard slap across the face woke Dean out of his reverie.

“Thank you. I think,” Dean said seeing Ginny then, a hand at his cheek, which was smarting.

“You’re very welcome,” she answered smiling, as Seamus let go of the boy. She blushed a little just then when she spotted Harry standing behind the boys.

“What’ve you got there Ginny?” Harry asked politely, but she was saved replying (or not replying really) when the door opened again and a pretty dark haired girl stepped out between them.

It seemed to Ginny that whatever she had just slapped out of Dean had suddenly hit Harry square in the face. His eyes seemed to go dreamy and she stepped out of the way to let the raven-haired girl walk by.

“Thank you,” Cho said politely, and started down the street to catch up with some friends, a bag in her hands as well. She had not seen Harry … and well it was for him because he was still trying to croak out the words to say hello.

Ginny wondered if she shouldn’t slap Harry across the face too … she very much felt like doing it just then.

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OtterySt.Catchpole SS Featured Artist DA Poet Rupert is My Man! SS100 Triumphant Aethonan Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: The Wicked House Posts: 18,909 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ottery St. Catchpole Gryffindor Third Year	Go Go Gryffindor ... Paris & Kellybear r luv :Read Otty 's fics:Gone With the Wind:I♥Rupert Ron, Harry, Ginny & the gang at Floreans It was the oddest thing sitting under the same London sky as the Muggles but then not, such was Diagon Alley. Looking up Harry could see all the stars more brightly (because you can’t see stars in the city) as if he were still at the Burrow with the Weasley’s; but such was not the case as Harry and the Weasleys were all staying at the Leaky Cauldron the night before the cup. Sudden business had popped up at the Ministry and Mr. Weasley had been reluctant to send the kids ahead with only Charlie to supervise them. As luck would have it Bill was going to be in London (ironically enough on a similar, last-minute work incident as well) so they planned instead to go catch the match first and set up camp afterwards to stay and celebrate (or cry really depending who your galleons were on). Harry had decided to walk around the busy streets of the alley, watching wizards being wizards and loving every moment of it because they could be so open about their magic. Ron had gone ahead to get Bill over at Gringotts; he was still not talking to Hermione (well not without a lot of blushing those times he did manage to get a word out). Harry would have sworn that Ron had not looked at Hermione since that night at the lake he had been so embarrassed. It didn’t matter how many times she had apologized and said she really hadn’t caught a glimpse of anything, she’d confessed to Harry the same but poor Ron was sooooooooooooo embarrassed. It would have broken Harry’s heart had he not found it so funny. It had been a month already. “You’re being a prat Dean,” came a familiar voice from around the street corner. “I’m sorry, what’d you say Seamus?” Dean replied, in a distracted kind of way. As Harry turned the corner he saved his friend from having to reply. Seamus was staring at Dean angrily, and the other boy seemed to have a lost expression on his face, well it wasn’t so much lost as it was … happily lost…as in a dream. When Harry turned to follow Dean’s gaze, he could understand why. Walking down the street was a very lovely blonde haired girl who seemed to be smiling at everybody (of the male sex) and yet really not at any of them. Harry blinked, took his glasses off and wiped them, put them back on and continued staring when he suddenly felt a punch on his arm. “I said, ‘hello Harry,’” Seamus was saying testily, as he turned to punch Dean on the arm again. Seamus had lost the boy’s attention again when he had turned to punch Harry hello. Harry turned to look at the sandy haired boy; it was a full five seconds before he recognized him and the image of the very pretty girl disappeared from his mind’s eye, “Seamus?” “Whose side are you all on anyways?” Seamus remarked. “Ireland all the way!” Dean said, staring off. “I think I forgot my socks…” “Oh, no you didn’t,” Seamus said putting his arms around Dean to restrain him. “My Mum told me about them,” he said, nodding in the direction of the girl. “Don’t look Harry, she’ll spell you! Veela’s they’re called.” “You can call them what you like Seamus but they’re pretty,” Dean said, and Seamus started looking around for a bucket of water to douse his friend with. He would have transfigured one too right then and there if just then Ginny Weasley had not come out of Quality Quidditch Supplies the store they happened to be standing in front of. “Oh, what are you lot doing here?” Ginny asked surprised, a bag in her hand. “Slap him for me would you Gin, be a pal,” Seamus said struggling to hold back Dean. “Okay,” she said, always glad to lend a hand. A hard slap across the face woke Dean out of his reverie. “Thank you. I think,” Dean said seeing Ginny then, a hand at his cheek, which was smarting. “You’re very welcome,” she answered smiling, as Seamus let go of the boy. She blushed a little just then when she spotted Harry standing behind the boys. “What’ve you got there Ginny?” Harry asked politely, but she was saved replying (or not replying really) when the door opened again and a pretty dark haired girl stepped out between them. It seemed to Ginny that whatever she had just slapped out of Dean had suddenly hit Harry square in the face. His eyes seemed to go dreamy and she stepped out of the way to let the raven-haired girl walk by. “Thank you,” Cho said politely, and started down the street to catch up with some friends, a bag in her hands as well. She had not seen Harry … and well it was for him because he was still trying to croak out the words to say hello. Ginny wondered if she shouldn’t slap Harry across the face too … she very much felt like doing it just then. __________________