Rochelle Gets All The Guys

Chapter Two.

"Wow! You're great!" Harry exclaimed, watching Rochelle as she soared across the clear sky on his Firebolt. She twisted and turned and did loop-de-loops. She had never been on a broom before!

"You should try out for a place as a Chaser. Or a Keeper!" he said admiringly, " We need a new one now that Wood is gone!"

"Who's Wood?" asked Rochelle as she flew in spirals around him, showing off her figure. Harry had already filled her in on the information about the personalities and positions of the players on the Gryffindor team, but Rochelle hadn't heard Wood being mentioned.

"Wood was the Quidditch captain, but he graduated and now George is technically the captain, though he can't do anything without Fred -- he's George's other half -- so they're sharing the captain position," he said as he observed her shoot straight up and down, grazing the grass with her white-shoed feet and soaring back up, high enough to land on top of the castle.

"Oh, wait, I haven't told you about Hermione yet!" he said, excited to tell his new friend about his steady girlfriend.

"Hermione. You mean the girl I exchanged with?" asked Rochelle, landing perfectly on the springy green grass beside Harry and smiling at him, flashing him her perfectly straight, white teeth.

"Yeah, she's my girlfriend. She was going to become the Chaser this year -- she had already tried out -- but then she decided to exchange with you. So now we have an open position for a Chaser and a Keeper! I really miss Hermione, but we've agreed to have a long-distance relationship, so she's coming to visit during Christmas break."

It was a good thing Rochelle had landed, because she was quite sure that if she had still been in the air she would of fallen off Harry's broom (and Rochelle with a face-full of dirt couldn't be too attractive). He had a girlfriend? Hermione? That NERD? What the Fuck!?

"Oh, I didn't know you had a girlfriend," said Rochelle, keeping calm, though seething inside.

"Yeah. She's in Gryffindor, like me. So is Ron, my best friend. I hope you're in Gryffindor, it's the best house in my opinion," said Harry, swelling his chest with pride.

"Oh, no!" shouted Rochelle, quickly handing back Harry's broom to its owner, "You just reminded me! I was supposed to go immediately inside Hogwarts to get Sorted when I got here! I arrived more than an hour ago!"

"Don't worry, I'll show you the way to the Great Hall," said Harry, motioning for Rochelle to follow him. "Hey, I haven't even asked you your name yet."

"It's Rochelle. Rochelle Adams."

"Can I call you Rocky?" asked Harry, smiling.

"Yes. You, just you. Not everyone."

"Okay, it'll be my special name for you," said Harry as they stepped into the Entrance Hall, "By the way. My name's Harry. Harry Potter."

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The doors of the Great Hall opened and in walked Harry Potter and an amazingly beautiful girl. Her auburn hair shimmered from every angle, and her bright blue eyes bore through everyone in the room.

"Well, Ms. Adams, thank you for deciding to attend your Sorting. You've kept the first years waiting," Professor Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye, motioning towards a huddle of puny looking 11-year olds next to her and Harry, "Now, if you and Mr. Potter are done doing whatever you were doing, would you kindly join the first years and wait for your turn to be Sorted?"     

Rochelle blushed profusely as Harry hastily took a seat at the Gryffindor table next to a tall boy with bright red hair. The entire Hall sniggered at her "doings" with Potter. Just then a strict-looking Professor with strawberry-blonde hair in a tight bun set an old, worn hat on the stool that had been set up in front of the teacher's table. The hat opened its rim and began to sing. Rochelle pretty much spaced out during the gay song. She caught the part of the song about Ravenclaws being witty and smart, Hufflepuffs being loyal and friendly, Gryffindors being brave and kind, and Slytherins being cunning and "willing to use any means to achieve their ends".

Hmmm... That kind of sounds like me, thought Rochelle, but I need to be in Gryffindor, too, with Harry. He won't stay with the dork after he gets to know me! The list of names shouted by the Sorting Hat went on and on and when it finally finished the 1st year's Sorting...

"Adams, Rochelle!"

She walked up to the hat, her shoes clinking on the shiny wood floor, and sat down on the old, ugly, discolored stool. She heard her name being whispered (mostly by male voices) all around the Great Hall. The last thing she saw before the rim of the faded hat dropped over her eyes was all the boys in the entire Hall craning their necks to get a better view, with hopeful expressions on their faces. Rochelle wasn't surprised, of course; she had expected that.

Hmmm... well... Oh! Look at that! You definitely look like a Slythe -- Wait! whispered the hat, Under all those bitter layers, you seem to have loads of Gryffindor bravery and kindness. All you need is someone kind to help bring out the good side in you by pushing you in the right direction! Hmm... Umm... Gee. I just don't know where to place you! Unless...! Well, the staff isn't going to like this, but oh, well! "...GRYFFINDOR AND SLYTHERIN!" shouted the Hat to an astonished crowd.