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A Matter of Time	By : AdaraB Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 7796 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 9 - Reactions

Harry, Ginny, Ron, Fred and George were all occupying a table at the Three Broomsticks. Each had a butterbeer and a plate of food in front of them, chatting happily as they ate.

“So what exactly is the reason for you two joining us for lunch today?” Harry asked; a mischievous look in his eyes. “You could never find time out of your busy schedules at the shop to eat with us before.”

“Well we have more help now, don’t we Fred?”

“Sure do and we haven’t seen much of Ronnikins and Gin lately either, thought we’d catch up.” Fred said with an innocent look on his face.

“Right. And I suppose the new girl has no allure at all?” Ginny asked, knowing full well what the twins were up to.

“Of course there is allure, but she doesn’t know that does she?” George asked with a grin.

“We only want to help her feel welcome, thought we’d help her get acquainted with the ways of the wizarding world.” Fred said with a grin that matched his brothers.

“Oh please, spare me the details. I know full well that you both want to get into her knickers, but I’m telling you now, leave her be or I’ll Bat-Bogey-Hex your sorry arses into next week.” Ginny warned them.

Both Fred and George had enough sense to look horrified as they rightfully should. Ginny, after all, was not one to mess around with. A lesson they had learned many times.

When she smiled sweetly at them, they knew they would be in trouble not only from her, but they could expect it from their mum as well. They silently swore to behave themselves.

Just as Ginny gave the twins her sweetest of smiles, Hermione and Ashleigh walked up to the table, Hermione sitting between Ron and Ginny, Ashleigh sitting between Harry and George.

“Oh lord, what have you two done now? Or more like what were you about to do?” Hermione asked the twins, seeing the infamous smile on Ginny’s face.

The whole table, sans Fred and George, busted out into laughter at the look of feigned horror they put on. Hermione, they realized a few years back, was too perceptive for her own good.

“Oh don’t worry ‘Mione, Gin took care of them.” Ron said after he regained his breath.

Hermione gave him a dubious look but dropped the subject.

“So have a good shopping day?” Harry asked, directing his question at Ashleigh.

“Yeah, it was great. I have a question though. Did all of your wands spark red and make you glow gold with a wind whipping around you?”

Everyone just looked at each other not quite sure how to answer that question. They weren’t expecting it at the very least.

“Everyone is different. When a wand chooses you, it has a special reaction; no reaction is ever the same for another witch or wizard. It’s impossible. I mean if anyone was to share a reaction it would be a set of twins and George and I had completely different reactions. I had a red glow and blue sparks.”

“And I had a blue glow with yellow and green sparks.” George finished.

The conversation continued, everyone telling the others about their own reaction when finally Harry’s turn arrived. No one had noticed previously that Harry had a very thoughtful look on his face, as if something didn’t make any sense. He looked up when someone called his name.

“What?”

“What about your reaction mate?” Ron asked, sure that Harry’s would be the most impressive considering the amount of power he held.

Breathing in deeply, Harry replied, “Gold glow, red sparks and a wind that whipped around me.” He said, looking over at Ashleigh, a question in his eyes that she could not decipher.

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On the way back to Hogwarts, Harry was unusually quiet. He couldn’t imagine what it meant for his and Ashleigh’s reactions to be the exact same. If it was indeed true that no one could have the same reaction, then how was it possible that they shared the same one? Harry didn’t know but he sure wanted to find out. The more he found out about the new girl, the more he began to think that they are somehow related to each other, he just didn’t know in what way. She came from fifty years his future where Hogwarts had fallen. That must mean that he had failed to defeat Voldemort! So if they are related, how are they related, if he ended up dying? He didn’t have anything even resembling an answer and decided to talk to the Headmaster about it all upon his return to the school.

Turning back to Ron, finally tuning him in, he joined in on his and Ginny’s conversation about the upcoming Quidditch match against Slytherin.

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“Wild Orchid.” Ashleigh entered so that the quartet could follow her into rooms. She walked ahead of everyone into the living room, pulling tiny purchases out of her pocket and placing them on the side table.

“Wow, I wish we had rooms like these!” Ron exclaimed, impressed with her accommodations.

“I thought you’d be living with the Slytherin’s since you were sorted into their house.”

“Dumbledore thought I could use some privacy since I have so much to catch up on. I can’t say I’m not happy though, the thought of living with Parkinson made me want to pull my hair out. I’d end up killing her before she could even attempt to insult me again.”

“I know how you feel.” The quartet replied in unison.

Everyone looked at each other for a moment before busting out in laughter.

Harry couldn’t help but think of how very well she fit into their group. She even thought like they did. This year was certain to be one to remember.

“So how was your chat with Malfoy earlier?” Ginny asked, settling down on one of the overstuffed chairs. The group followed her lead and made themselves comfortable.

“It was good; he’s a pretty nice guy, very interesting. Plus he got that Zabini character off my back. I swear, if we were alone he would have jumped my bones and I would have had to Jackie Chan all over his ass.”

When she finished speaking, she noticed that every one of her companions was looking at her in shock, their mouths hanging open.

“If you’re not careful you’re going to catch flies.” She said with a raised eyebrow.

“Sorry, but did we hear you right? Did you just say that Malfoy is a nice guy?” Ron asked with a look that said she was clearly insane.

“Well yeah, isn’t he always?”

“No!” Came four replies in unison.

“Well he was nice to me and that is good enough for now. He seems like he’ll be one of my good friends. I got the same vibe from him that I did the first time I talked to you guys. I think he’s alright.”

“He’s not alright, he’s a Death Eater!” Ron spouted anger in his eyes.

“What are you talking about?” Ashleigh asked with an incredulous look. “What’s a Death Eater?”

“Remember I told you a little about Voldemort this morning?” Hermione asked.

“Yeah.”

“Well, the Death Eaters are what he calls his followers. They are all evil, and do horrible things. They torture and kill anyone who stands in their way. You see, Voldemort wants to rid the world of everyone who is not a Pureblood Wizard or Witch. It’s sort of the Muggle Holocaust all over again. The Death Eaters are mainly pureblooded families that don’t want their family’s blood to be tainted by Muggles or other magical creatures. Malfoy’s father is a known Death Eater. It’s a given that Draco is one as well.” Hermione explained with a grave look on her face.

“And how do you know for sure that he is a Death Eater, do you have proof?”

“Well no, but he doesn’t go lifting up his left sleeve everyday now does he?” Ron said.

“What does his sleeve have to do with anything?” Ashleigh asked, once again completely confused.

“All of the Death Eaters have a tattoo of a skull and serpent on their left forearm.” Ginny said, bringing her up to date.

“Well, I don’t know about all of that but I’ll be careful just in case. I guess it is possible for him to befriend me just to get information out of me.”

“I guess that’s all we can really ask, seeing as you are in Slytherin and could use a few friends in the snake pit.” Harry said with a half smile. “Just be careful and if you hear anything odd, or that sounds as if it could be threatening, tell me or Dumbledore, both if you can okay?”

“Alright, I promise, I’ll be a good little spy.” Ashleigh said with a laugh.

“Oh and this is completely off topic, but how do you know about Jackie Chan? He was famous like forty years before you were even born?” Hermione asked with a quizzical brow.

“I don’t know if I should spoil the movies or not? They won’t come out for about six years or so, but the Rush Hour movies are classic Jackie Chan. Oldies but goodies if there ever was one.” Ashleigh said with a smirk, she’d get to see those movies in their prime; of course it wouldn’t be as exciting since she had already worn out the track on her own DVD’s.

“We really need to get going, dinner is in an hour and we need to unload our packages.” Ginny said, standing from her seated position. The others followed suit.

“Oh Hermione, before you go, could you enlarge my packages for me?”

“Sure.” Hermione picked up the tiny parcels and carried them over to the dining table, taking care to spread them out so they wouldn’t end up pushing each other off of the table. With an ‘Engorgio’ the packages were once again full size.

“Thanks. Is it ok if I come and get your old books after dinner?”

“Of course.”

“I’ll help you bring them down.” Harry offered, wanting to learn more about the girl that was a little too much alike him for his own comfort.

“Thanks Harry, I’ll see you all tonight.” She said as they left through the portrait hole

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“So how was your day with the Golden Trio?” Draco asked with a sneer.

“It was great thank you very much. What exactly is your problem with them anyway? They have been perfectly nice to me, even after I was sorted into Slytherin, so don’t even try to give me that crap about house rivalry.” Ashleigh said, looking at Draco expectantly while filling her plate with steak and potatoes.

“I don’t know, it started, I suppose, when I offered my friendship to Potter and he refused it. He sided with the Weasel and we’ve been fighting ever since. It doesn’t help that he and his band of merry Gryffindork’s get away with everything but murder, although I’m sure they’d get off of that as well. Saint Potter, the hero of the Wizarding World, everyone thinks he’s so wonderful.” Draco said with a scoff.

Ashleigh could only laugh.

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“No. That is positively rediculous, if anyone is jealous of anyone, it would be them who are jealous of me. I am after all a Malfoy, I’m rich, handsome, intelligent, the entire package.” He said with an air of superiority.

“And completely vein. It’s no wonder they can’t stand you if you act like this toward them all the time. It’s a wonder I’m willing to put up with you.” She said with a laugh.

Draco at the very least had a sheepish look on his face.

“You have to as you say ‘put up with me,’ who else will keep Blaise from mauling you?” He said giving the boy a sideways glance to make sure he was keeping his hands to himself. Blaise had apparently taken to sitting next to Ashleigh at every meal. Draco had taken it upon himself to make sure that he didn’t become out of hand; the boy is a Slytherin after all.

“That’s true.” Ashleigh said with a small smile. Ashleigh realized that the boy had taken to her very fast. She wouldn’t have been worried about him at all since she has a black belt in karate, but the rules were different now. Magic is involved and as Draco had told her before, ‘he could do things you couldn’t even imagine.’ So with that thought, she gladly let Draco act as her protector. She thought it was sweet really, that he cared enough to look out for her considering how he would never do the same for anyone but himself before.

If she could get him to be like this around Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny, she would bet that they would actually get along. Once they got past all the insults of course, she thought, starting to plot on how to get them all together. There really wasn’t much standing between them except for the whole Death Eater thing. Ashleigh really didn’t think that Draco was a Death Eater any way. His father may be one, but that didn’t necessarily make Draco one as well.

“Draco, would you come back to my rooms with me? There is a question I need to ask you that really can’t wait.”

“Sure.” He said with a confused look. He stood from the table, his mask of indifference firmly back in place.

Ashleigh got up and followed suit, together they walked out of the Great Hall. As they left, a single pair of eyes never swayed from them.
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