A/N: This is a story I wrote mainly for Sean Biggerstaff fans. I decided to write a story involving the ACTORS instead of the fictional HP characters. Quite a stretch for me, really, because I hadn’t intended to write about the actors at all. Ever.

Elijah Wood is thrown in for good measure because…well, because I like him, and he’s hot, that’s why. Do I need an excuse? There’s some Tom Felton, Daniel Radcliffe and Rupert Grint of course. And a bit of Orlando Bloom but just briefly. Plus some Christian Coulson. There are other actors and actresses as well, but they need not be mentioned.
Important: All actors are probably WAY out of character, but that’s because I’ve never met them in real life. I’m just portraying them this way. No need to flame me, okay? Because I have no Norbert to ward them off.

Disclaimer: All the actors belong to themselves (of course) and all HP paraphernalia belongs to Warner Bros, J.K.Rowling, ect. Any other person you don’t recognize? Probably mine, but maybe you just don’t know them. So don’t sue please. I seriously own nothing but this computer and my cat who really isn’t owned. She’s just sort of there by herself. Independently.

I do own Sophie, however. G*Ness created her, but gave her to me, lol, so we kind of both own her. She’s a Mary-Sue in some sense, but I don’t like labels that much.

G*Ness created the WHOLE plot line, actually, but is too busy to write it so she sent it along to me. Which was really nice of her because she’s one of my favorite authors and I admire her work. She’s a better writer than me too so I was honored to write this. Go check out her fan fictions under my favorite authors. Just so you know, more than half the credit for this story goes to G*Ness because she gave me the ideas, strung them together and I just added dialog and stuff. Also, she wrote a lot of this and just passed it along and I filled it in. But she insists upon making me post it here instead of her posting it. She says it’s mine even though I disagree. Anyway. Thank you, G*Ness!

Sorry for the long author’s note. On to the story!

-Weasleys Rock

By Weasleys Rock w/help from G*Ness

“This is ridiculous!” He said to himself as he jumped out of his seat. He stormed to the bathroom door and rapped on it lightly with his knuckles. “Sophie!”

“I’m almost done,” she shouted back, “calm down.”

“Sophie,” he said with more conviction, “get out of the loo. PLEASE.”

“Five minutes, Tom and then I’ll be done.” Came her muffled voice. He guessed she was just toweling off her hair.

“It’s been thirty minutes, Soph. You’re wilting. Come off it and get out of there.”

“In a second!”

“I’m going to be late and you know I’m supposed to do a run-through with Dan when I get there.”

“JUST A SECOND!” She shouted back then he heard the click of a hair dryer being turned on and soon the low murmur as it blew her hair dry.

“SOPHIE! GET OUT OF THE BLOODY LOO!”

The door creaked open, enveloping him in a rush of steam and overcoming his nose with the scent of lavender. A head with long dark hair and gleaming blue eyes peeked out. The brown hair was sopping wet giving it the appearance of being very dark, but in reality Sophie’s hair was a light brown color.

She smiled cheekily at him, “One moment, please.”

“You said that an hour ago,” he muttered as she shut the door again.

Sophie Larson, eighteen years old, stepped out of the loo exactly forty seven minutes after she said she’d be out. Tom Felton, fifteen years old, knew this because he’d been counting every second. Mainly because of boredom, but also because he wanted to stick it to her.

“Forty-seven minutes,” said Tom as Sophie grabbed her purse by the door. He pointed to his watch irritably. “I’m fifteen minutes late.”

Sophie shrugged her shoulders, “Sorry. You can blame it on me.”

“Well, yes seeing as how it’s your fault in the first place I should be able to blame it on you.”

“You could have called your mum and had her pick you up and drop you,” suggested Sophie as she picked up her keys and dangled them in his face.

Tom scowled, “Yes, well…”

“Ah-ha, no clever come back.” Sophie smiled in a satisfied way, “Right. Let’s go. We’re late.”

Tom rolled his eyes and pulled the flat door shut behind him. “Just because we’ve been friends since I was born, doesn’t mean I can’t get angry with you.”

Sophie climbed into her black jeep. “True.” She started the engine as Tom got in the passenger side.

“And on another note, I’m doing this as a favor to you. You wanted to see the set so I agreed…”

Sophie cut him off as she glided out of the driveway, “…and you stayed the night so we could leave bright and early because of the commute. I know this, Thomas, no need to remind me.”

“No need to call me Thomas,” retorted Tom, sitting back in his seat. “You’re not going to embarrass me on the set, are you?”

“Why would I do that?” Sophie asked with mock hurt in her voice.

Tom shrugged, “I don’t know. But you might. Just don’t go drooling over Sean. You’ll scare him.”

Sophie chuckled, “I’ll have you know that I am not going to the set just because of him.”

“Sure,” replied Tom, laughing. “And I’m the Queen Mum.”

Sophie snorted slightly, “You do resemble her quite a bit. Is there something you’re not telling me?”

“Shut up,” said Tom good naturedly. He looked out the window, “Wish it wasn’t raining. We’re shooting outside this afternoon.”

“At the castle?” Sophie questioned.

“You mean school,” corrected Tom, laughing. “And yes.”

“You afraid of a little water?”

“You know I am,” retorted Tom, his voice very serious. But Sophie could tell he was joking. “It’ll ruin my hair.”

“Oh don’t worry, Tom, they’ll just mound sixty pounds of gel on there in a minute and you’ll be fine.”

“Very funny,” retorted Tom, running a hand through his non-gelled blonde hair.

“You really amuse me, you know?” Sophie turned the corner and soon the set was upon them. It was a half hour drive normally, but she made it in twenty minutes.

Tom jumped from the vehicle as it rolled into a parking space. He grabbed his nap sack from the back seat and rushed for the entrance.

“You’re late!” Chris Columbus hollered at him the second Tom hit the set.

“I know! Sorry! My friend, Sophie---”

“---held him up by being too long in the loo,” said Sophie briskly, stepping up behind Tom. Chris walked over to them. “Chris Columbus, heard a lot about you.”

Chris smiled, “Good things, I hope.”

“Of course,” replied Sophie, shaking his hand. “Sophie Larson. Lovely to meet you.”

“You too,” said Chris, turning to Tom, “Dan’s waiting in his trailer.”

Tom nodded and took off in the direction of the trailers, Sophie on his heals.

“Rule number one,” said Tom as they reached the gathering of trailers on the back lot. “Do not, at any point in time, say you are obsessed with the Harry Potter books. In other words, do not let on that you are really very mad.”

Sophie chortled, “All right. But only as long as you don’t take me back to the padded room.”

Tom laughed out loud, “Deal. Rule number two: No drooling.”

Sophie pinched his cheek, “Only over you, stud.”

They reached a rather large trailer marked, ‘Harry’. Tom knocked on the door. It opened almost instantly.

“Hullo,” said Tom pleasantly.

A raven haired boy clad in jeans and a white t-shirt smiled down at them, “Come on in. I’m just putting on my sneakers.”

Tom nodded, and motioned for Sophie to follow him inside. “This is my friend, Sophie Larson.”

“Hey,” said Dan, moving to shake her hand. “Daniel Radcliffe. Nice to meet you.”

“Lovely to meet you,” smiled Sophie. She glanced at Tom out of the corner of her eye. He was giving her a warning glance. He knew she wanted to tell Dan how much she admired his work.

“She’s going to be following me around like a puppy for the day,” explained Tom.

“Brilliant,” laughed Dan. He tied his lace and stood up once more. “Shall we?”

Sophie nodded and hoped off the trailer. She didn’t really fancy enclosed spaces all that much. However, she did note that little Daniel Radcliffe was not at all little. He was a very good looking boy close up and looked older than he really was.

“So how old are you, Daniel?” Sophie asked conversationally as the three of them walked along the lot towards stage 2, where they’d be doing a run through of a scene from the Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets movie.

“You can call me Dan,” he replied, “and I’m almost thirteen.”

“You look older,” commented Sophie. She glanced at Tom, “Tom looks younger than he is.”

Tom shook his head and rolled his eyes, “Thanks.”

“So where’s Ro---Rupert?” Sophie wondered, looking around.

“Makeup, I’d imagine,” said Tom, jabbing a thumb behind them. “Back there.”

“Did you tell her about us, Tom?” Dan questioned, opening the stage door for them to enter through.

“Absolutely,” replied Sophie. “He’s told me quite a bit, actually. I’ve read the books you see, so I was eager to meet the actors---”

“Here we are!” Tom called, cutting her off. She glared at him, but Dan didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary.

Many of the crew members turned to look at them, but soon went back to work. Sophie could see a set that looked a lot like a Hogwarts hallway. It seemed they were shooting the scene where Harry, Ron and Hermione see the writing on the wall.

“Good morning, Tom,” said a girl’s voice from behind them.

Sophie spun around as Tom said hello. Dan and the girl said hello’s to each other as well. Sophie cleared her throat.

“Sorry, Soph,” said Tom, “This is Emma Watson. Emma, this is my friend Sophie Larson.”

Emma smiled slightly, “Pleasure.”

Sophie nearly snorted at the sound of that. It reminded her of the first movie and how Hermione had met Harry and Ron for the first time. Instead of snorting, though, Sophie smiled.

“Where’s Rupert?” Dan asked Emma.

“He’s over there,” she pointed a few feet away where a red haired boy was sitting in a director’s chair looking at a script. “Nice to meet you,” she said to Sophie before walking off.

Sophie nodded and turned to Tom, “Is she as snotty in real life as she is in the movie?”

Tom shrugged, “Shouldn’t really say, should I.” It was a statement and not a question.

“That should be your answer right there,” whispered Dan. Sophie laughed a little and nodded.

Tom started walking towards Rupert so Dan and Sophie followed.

She was looking around the whole time for a brief glimpse of dark brown hair, but couldn’t seem to find any. Maybe he’s off today, she thought to herself. She hoped she was wrong.

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