Its the night before the premiere, Harry and Hermione are talking quietly on the phone so 'mum' and 'dad' can't hear. Although they didn't phone each other with a topic they still got talking, First about the premiere and who was wearing what, then about how they were sick of hearing the phrase 'were so proud of you'. For no apperent reason like all the other topic Harry ask Hermione, "Do you see why we have all of this comotion onto us, I mean after all we are just humans". The conversation went on for 15 minutes untill 11 o'clock ticked around and then it was time for Harry to go to bed. His mum kept saying "Big Day Tomorrow"!. His dad was worse by saying "theres my special little guy". This really got to Harry.
That night Harry was tossing and turning in his sleep, He just couldnt go to sleep with exitement. So he thought he would just think things threw, First thinking of the premiere, Then Hermione!. He couldn't get her out of his head, Just couldnt no matter what he did. He listened to the radio, Read a book, watched tv. Nothing could do it. All of a sudden he thought to him self, "How come I cant get over this girl, I mean she is only a friend". So he tried to get off to sleep. The radio was quietly echoeing out of the speakers 'Love hour, Where all the love hits are brough back'. Thats when is hit him. He loved this girl!. He coundlt beleive it.
After about half an hour Harry finally got to sleep. This was at 12:48 am. Harry was dreaming about the premiere, What would happen, Would him and Hermione hit it off?. Or would they be quiet to each other and avoid seeing each other?. Well as soon as he didnt want it to come it came. September the 1st came, a dull, dark, grey, rainy day was upon him, it was a good job the premiere was in doors.
It was 6:30 am, His mother shouted up to him "Harry dear, Its 6:30, yours toasts on the side, hurry up or it will be cold". Harry laid there thinking 'it will be cold anyway'. But soon after he got up, trudging down the cold hard wooden stairs. Into the kitchen to get his toast, Glass of juice.
Once the belly had been seen to he had around a hour to do anything. He though about the computer game, That would take his mind of the premiere and Heromine.
This wasnt working, Harry knew he was crazy about this girl, She was of him too, The clues were there. Getteing for ever closer on the chairs, Holding hands, Kissing him good night when he would go home.
Well, He knew it, Bue he oculdnt do anything about it, So he got ready, He was wearing his black suit, Smart looking suit. Made him look like a sales man working for western London. So then the clock struck 10 o'clock. It was time. He climb into the limo out side of his house, And off he went. Thinking to him self, 'I have that bad feeling, I know somthing is going to go wrong. But what'? .........
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~ A First Classic By Bally ~