Harry smiled and reached over for Cho's hand. "Oh, Cho!" he whispered,
stroking her face. "Do you know how long I've wanted this? OH!" he cried
as something jabbed him in the stomach. HE ignored and tried to pull Cho
towards him, to kiss her. Once again he felt a poke. Thoroughly irritated
now, Harry stood up and looked for what had been poking him. Seeing the
enemy, he tried to attack the stick lying on the ground. IT jumped up and
tried to stab him through, but he leaped to the side just as something rose
from the surface of the lakeā¦
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed, almost
leaping out of his bed and landing on Ron. With a cruel snap, they
collapsed on the floor. Hermoine sat on the bed, laughing, but trying to
cover her mouth and act serious. Eventually she gave up and fell back on
the bed in a fit of giggles. Harry looked up angrily and Ron and Hermoine.
"What the heck were you two doing in here?" he practically shouted. Trying to count to ten, he looked back and forth from Hermoine to Ron. Hermoine had a guilty look on her face, and Ron's had gone ashen and was wavering back and forth. No, wait, Ron's whole body was wavering back and forth. Harry immediately ran to his friend. "What's the matter, Ron?" he asked anxiously. Slowly Ron turned the side, and Harry could see the ends of Ron's wand sticking out of his stomach. "OH MY GOD, RON!" he cried, clasping his hands over his mouth in shock. "I-" Ron stopped looking so pale and began to laugh. Hermoine joined in with him. Harry looked closer at the wound, then scowled at them.
"It-t-t-t was m-m-m-my Chris-s-stmas present-t-t-t!" he howled, falling on the floor and laughing until the tears that were building up in his eye threatened to escape. Hermoine giggled from the bed, and Harry watched as Ron pulled out the fake wand. "F-f-f-Fred and G-George gave it to m-m-me! A new t-t-t-trick!" Getting into the mood, Harry started to laugh himself.
"That was pretty good, Ron." IT took about a minute for Ron's first sentence to settle into his mind. "Oh my gosh! It's Christmas, isn't it?" HE ran to the reasonably large pile as Ron rolled his eyes at Hermoine.
Harry picked up Hermoine's present first. HE ripped it open, and tried to act surprised when he pulled out a book "Hogwarts, A History," he read, as he tried to carry the voluminous tome over to his bedside. "Uh, thanks, Hermoine." HE shoved it under his bed as Hermoine beamed. Ron grinned.
"I got one too, Harry. IF I ever read it, it'll be a mir-" he froze. Hermoine was glaring at him. HE started to blush, then mumbled an apology and sat on his bed across from Harry's.
Harry walked back over to the pile. HE pulled out another package, this one from Hagrid. Cookies. He passed them over to Crookshanks, who devoured them hungrily. HE continued through the pile, passing his aunt and uncle's present (Dudley's ripped scarf), Ron's present (a poster of the Chudley Cannons), and then he reached an unmarked one. It was wrapped with delicacy, the paper holding itself together magically, the design constantly swirling and moving around in itself. HE pulled off the paper, his eyes transfixed on the box it revealed. Hermoine and Ron walked to Harry and kneeled down beside him, watching the box. Slowly, Harry opened it, and out popped a little blue ball of fuzz.
Harry sighed. "I thought it would be something exciting!" Ron complained. Harry silently agreed. He reached out to grab the little thing, to throw it out, but it hopped out of his grasp, and leaped over to Ron, who held it in his hand with a look of astonishment.
"Me?" he whispered. "It wants me?" he began to caress it, and slowly his eyes slid shut and his breathing became even. Hermoine looked worried. Watching the fur warily, she began to walk forward towards Ron. He immediately jumped up, screaming, and brandished his wand. Hissing, he stumbled out of the room. Harry and Hermoine looked at each other, then chased after him.
"What the heck were you two doing in here?" he practically shouted. Trying to count to ten, he looked back and forth from Hermoine to Ron. Hermoine had a guilty look on her face, and Ron's had gone ashen and was wavering back and forth. No, wait, Ron's whole body was wavering back and forth. Harry immediately ran to his friend. "What's the matter, Ron?" he asked anxiously. Slowly Ron turned the side, and Harry could see the ends of Ron's wand sticking out of his stomach. "OH MY GOD, RON!" he cried, clasping his hands over his mouth in shock. "I-" Ron stopped looking so pale and began to laugh. Hermoine joined in with him. Harry looked closer at the wound, then scowled at them.
"It-t-t-t was m-m-m-my Chris-s-stmas present-t-t-t!" he howled, falling on the floor and laughing until the tears that were building up in his eye threatened to escape. Hermoine giggled from the bed, and Harry watched as Ron pulled out the fake wand. "F-f-f-Fred and G-George gave it to m-m-me! A new t-t-t-trick!" Getting into the mood, Harry started to laugh himself.
"That was pretty good, Ron." IT took about a minute for Ron's first sentence to settle into his mind. "Oh my gosh! It's Christmas, isn't it?" HE ran to the reasonably large pile as Ron rolled his eyes at Hermoine.
Harry picked up Hermoine's present first. HE ripped it open, and tried to act surprised when he pulled out a book "Hogwarts, A History," he read, as he tried to carry the voluminous tome over to his bedside. "Uh, thanks, Hermoine." HE shoved it under his bed as Hermoine beamed. Ron grinned.
"I got one too, Harry. IF I ever read it, it'll be a mir-" he froze. Hermoine was glaring at him. HE started to blush, then mumbled an apology and sat on his bed across from Harry's.
Harry walked back over to the pile. HE pulled out another package, this one from Hagrid. Cookies. He passed them over to Crookshanks, who devoured them hungrily. HE continued through the pile, passing his aunt and uncle's present (Dudley's ripped scarf), Ron's present (a poster of the Chudley Cannons), and then he reached an unmarked one. It was wrapped with delicacy, the paper holding itself together magically, the design constantly swirling and moving around in itself. HE pulled off the paper, his eyes transfixed on the box it revealed. Hermoine and Ron walked to Harry and kneeled down beside him, watching the box. Slowly, Harry opened it, and out popped a little blue ball of fuzz.
Harry sighed. "I thought it would be something exciting!" Ron complained. Harry silently agreed. He reached out to grab the little thing, to throw it out, but it hopped out of his grasp, and leaped over to Ron, who held it in his hand with a look of astonishment.
"Me?" he whispered. "It wants me?" he began to caress it, and slowly his eyes slid shut and his breathing became even. Hermoine looked worried. Watching the fur warily, she began to walk forward towards Ron. He immediately jumped up, screaming, and brandished his wand. Hissing, he stumbled out of the room. Harry and Hermoine looked at each other, then chased after him.
