Rochelle Gets All The Guys

         Chapter four

    "Don't wreck a sublime chocolate experience by feeling guilty. Chocolate isn't like premarital sex. It will not make you pregnant. And it always feels good."        

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    "Ok, this whole harmless-flirting thing isn't working out so well," thought Rochelle as she woke up Monday morning in her 4-poster bed and preparing for her first day as a Slytherin. She slipped into a short, silky black dress with silvery glitter covering it and pulled her hair into two french braids on each side that ended in a smooth ponytail in the back. Rochelle then put on a pearly-white robe and walked down the spiral staircase to see Harry and Ron waiting at the bottom for her.

    "Hey, Rochelle. First day of school in Hogwarts, first day as a Slytherin, huh?" said Harry with a welcoming smile.

    "Yeah, I know," replied Rochelle, trying convincingly to look down about being a Slytherin this week, since she knew that the Gryffindors weren't too keen on them. But she was, truthfully, excited to see what it would be like to be a Slytherin," But our first class is Transfiguration with the Gryffindors, so it will kinda be like I was still with you guys."

    "Oh, yeah," spoke Ron ("That's a first," thought Rochelle),"We have Transfiguration in that new, bigger classroom on the third floor. Do you have the map to get there, Harry? I lost mine."

    "Yup," said Harry, fishing through his robe pocket and pulling out a piece of parchment.

    "Let's go, then," suggested Rochelle, and they walked out of the portrait hole.

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    They had been circling the third floor for a while, having some trouble finding the place, when they bumped into Draco, also holding out a map and trying to find the damn transfiguration classroom.

    "Weasel, Potter," sneered Draco, smiling an annoyingly superior smile at Rochelle.

    "Malfoy," retorted Harry and Ron at the same time.

    "So, have you been able to find the Transtupidation classroom yet?" asked Draco as they continued down the corridor.

    "Transfiguration," said Harry, who had begun to enjoy the advanced Transfiguration lessons they were learning and was annoyed at Malfoy's lack of respect.

    "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. You say potato, I say vodka," Draco replied simply.

    "Hey, if we turn right at this fork, then we should be facing the room," said Harry, pointing at the end of the corridor where they could turn left or right.

    " Well, Potter, if you could properly read instructions, you would know we have to turn left," said Draco in a superior voice.

    "Well, I have some instructions for you, Malfoy," replied Harry calmly, who had peered over the corner to the right and was smiling in satisfaction," How 'bout 'Open mouth, insert foot', eh?"

    Their happy little group turned right and saw that Harry was pointing at a doorway that said Transfiguration, right where he said it would be. Ron burst out laughing at Harry's "instructions."

    "SHUT UP, WEASEL," shouted a very red-faced Draco as he pulled out his wand and pointed it at Ron, "unless you want to spend the rest of your miserable, Potter's side-kick day's as "Ronniekins, the horny three-toed sloth!"

    They finally entered the classroom, Rochelle fighting not to laugh at Ron. She sat down on the Slytherin side, of course, next to Draco, but gave Harry a pained look as if she really wanted to sit next to him. Harry smiled reluctantly.

    "Geez, this woman is so boring!" thought Rochelle as Professor McGonagall droned on and on about how to turn a chocolate bar into a head of lettuce. "I mean, who would want to turn a perfectly good chocolate bar into a head of lettuce?" Chocolate was Rochelle's favorite food. It was funny, Rochelle always managed to stay super-model slim, even though she ate whatever she wanted. Must be metabolism, or something scientific like that.

    Rochelle blocked out McGonagall's voice (she had an uncanny ability to do that) and leaned over to whisper to Draco, "Why on earth did you learn a spell that turns someone into a horny three-toed sloth?" Rochelle asked, trying to sound uninterested by using her usual, jaded voice.

    Draco chuckled softly and whispered back, "Hey, you never know when you might need to know a very powerful, unbreakable, yet equally embarrassing spell."

    "What do you say to make it work?" asked Rochelle with mild interest.

    "Humilitarium," whispered Draco, making sure to put down his wand first. He didn't want to have a furious McGonagall raging at him simply because he had turned a fellow classmate into a horny sloth.

    Rochelle giggled, "That seems to be the perfect word for such a spell."

    "So," said Draco, changing the subject," I want you in the empty classroom next to the Charms room the day after I get back from Christmas break, at dinnertime. I'll have the information you want by then. Oh, and bring some chocolate sauce." Draco winked and whisked out the door the second the bell rang, leaving Rochelle to do nothing but think of what brand of chocolate sauce to bring.