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O.W.L’s and Bathrooms

As the night drew on, they all found that they got along great with the new girl among them, trading off information about America and schools and England, as well as Quidditch, which Harry, Ron and the twins finally realized they recognized Danie from being the new Ravenclaw seeker towards the end of last year. Danie was just the reserve since she came so late in the year but she did get to play one game which was the only one that Gryffindor actually lost, Harry being so distracted by this new beautiful girl he forgot to pay attention, but he managed to keep that to himself. Harry was always a very shy person when it came to interest in girls. He had just met this girl and already was lucky enough to see her in a towel and then crouched down with nothing…replaying the image in his head he still couldn’t close his mouth and was very sure if he didn’t stop thinking about it he wouldn’t be able to stand up for quiet a while without everyone knowing what his mind was on. After talking to her all night with everyone else he realized he really liked Danie and her looking like a Goddess was just icing on the cake, she was brainy like Hermione but liked to play Quidditch and didn’t mind braking rules….the sorting hat must of had a job putting her in a house. They all stayed up chatting and playing wizards chess which Ron was beating everyone on embarrassingly easy until Hermione, the responsible one among the lot said they needed to get to bed or they would never get to the Quidditch World cup in time for the match. That was all the reminder they needed. Ginny and Hermione were sharing a room with a connecting bathroom to the twins. But Ron and Harry who normally share a room found that they would have to have their talk another time seeing as how they were put into individual rooms like Dreama and Danie. Each room shared a connecting bathroom with another and for some unknown reason Harry found that, his connected with Danie’s. Dreama said goodnight to everyone sending Danie a wink that Hermione knew she was going to get the answer to when Ginny told her the shut the door she had a lot of gossip and her head would explode if she couldn’t share it! Harry had never shared a bathroom with a girl before and after they got back from the finals, they had another two weeks before they went to Kings Cross to head to Hogwarts for the start of term. So, he was a bit shocked when he walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth and found Danie in there doing the same thing. “Uh….Sorry I’ll leave” he stuttered. “Oh, non-sense! You can brush your teeth in the same room as a girl! I don’t bite……Hard!....” she said still with a toothbrush in her mouth smirking. Amazed that she could still look so beautiful while doing a not so flattering looking thing…Harry was sure he looked ridiculous and tried to keep his face the other way and not look at her. But, then she was brushing her hair and her coppery locks kept catching the light. He was astounded when she gave an angry cry as she dropped the brush… “I hate my hair!!! I wish I had Dreama’s its straight and blond and easy to manage! My hair never listens to me and is terrible to brush because of all the curls…Hermione’s and my first conversation was over looking at spells to try to uncurl our hair when we were braking from studying for O.W.L.’s. She is quiet brilliant you know. I was very surprised to find a witch my age that got higher marks then me…I was always ranked first in class. It is nice to have competition though,” said Danie. Harry all the while listening couldn’t believe she would curse her hair. He thought Dreama was pretty but nothing compared to her. So he just smiled and told her how she had no room to complain about hair that didn’t listen and pointed to the mop on his head that never managed to have any order despite the fact that it was straight. “Well I quiet like the wind blown look,” she said as she moved closer to touch his hair. He was getting wobbly knees at this point and when her hand gently brushed his cheek he thought he was going to die right there. His heart surly couldn’t go any faster or it would beat right out of his chest. “It reminds me of Quidditch. Riding fast on a broom feeling the air rush by you as you speed through it like a bird. Wind cooling off your hot….sweaty body as you chase for this beautiful golden treasure. ….Yeah, I defiantly like seeing guys with messy hair.” Then just like that she left the loo glancing back right before she shut the door leading to her room… “Night, Harry.” She said breathily. He just stood there gaping at the closed door open mouthed trying to say something, anything, his mind was going bonkers….but nothing would come out. So he headed off to bed dreaming of things Mrs. Weasely would be scandalized if she found out he thought of.