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Rowling.
It was the last day of Harry Potter's seventh year. Everyone in the potions dungeon was wrestless, for it was the last potions class they would ever take.
Ron Weasley was eagerly staring at his watch, waiting to be dismissed. He seemed to be counting down the seconds left when Hermione interrupted.
"Oh please Ronald, can't you at least wait five minutes?"
"Mione, I've waited seven years to be done with this class AND Snape, do you really think I'm going to wait five minutes??"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "You're such an ass," she mumbled to herself.
"Hey! I heard that! If you don't start being nice to me, you're not getting any action tonight!"
Harry laughed. Ever since Ron and Hermione had started dating in sixth year, Ron always used the "you're not getting any action tonight" line on Hermione if she wouldn't give him something he wanted. Hermione knew Ron was only teasing her, so she didn't pay much attention to it.
Harry was waiting for potions to be over as well. He didn't ever want to see Snape's greasy hair or hear his voice again in his life.
Harry looked over at Draco Malfoy. Malfoy had his head rested on his hand, while watching the watch on his other hand. Malfoy had changed a lot in the last few years. In sixth year, Crabbe and Goyle stopped being his bodyguards, and he was no longer Snape's favorite student, all because his father had lost most of their fortune. Harry hadn't heard a nasty word from Malfoy since the end of sixth year. Some people felt sorry for Malfoy, but not Harry. Harry still didn't forgive Malfoy for calling Hermione a mudblood all those times, and for that time that he almost got Buckbeak slaughtered back in third year. Harry knew it was a bit childish to hold a grudge, but he couldn't help it.
"I'm never speaking to you again," Ron said to Hermione with false anger in his voice. Hermione glared at him.
"Fine. See if I care," Hermione said with false anger in her voice as well.
"Class dismissed," Snape finally sneered. Neville Longbottom bolted out of his seat. Harry didn't think it was possible for Neville to move that fast.
"Goodbye Professor," Neville said hurriedly as he ran out the door. Snape didn't even bother to say goodbye to Neville.
Ron stood up from his seat, and stretched his arms towards the ceiling.
"HALLELUJAH! POTIONS CLASS IS FINALLY OVER!" Ron yelled with all his might. Everyone stopped to stare at him.
Ron looked around, confused. "What? What did I say?"
Harry held his breath to prevent himself from laughing.
"Mr. Weasley, I would highly appreciate it if you would leave. Now, please," Snape spat, making an effort to act calm.
Ron grinned from ear to ear. "Yes sir."
Ron picked up his books and walked out, and Harry knew that Ron would be wanting to celebrate the end of potions class that night in the dormitory.
Hermione watched Ron leave with a smile on her face too. "I love him so much," she said to Harry. Harry grinned.
"I know you do. Now go make up with him," Harry said to her.
Hermione picked up her books and pushed in her chair. "Aren't you coming Harry?"
"Yeah, I'll meet you out there in a few minutes."
"All right. We'll wait."
Hermione walked out of the dungeon, uttering a quick goodbye to Snape.
Harry wanted to talk to Snape, so he waited until all the Slytherins who were saying goodbye to him left.
Pansy Parkinson was the last to say goodbye to Snape.
"You know, Proffesor, you really are a great teacher," Pansy said with a flirtatious smile on her face. Snape smiled back in the same way.
"Thank you, Pansy. You're a great student. Maybe you could come visit me some day," Snape said in a voice thick with that of a child molester quality.
"Goodbye Proffesor," Pansy said as she picked up her books.
"Goodbye love," Snape said. Pansy giggled and walked out the door.
Harry was disgusted. He didn't think even Snape would stoop to that level he was on with Pansy.
Harry walked up to Snape's desk. Snape was writing studiously in his grade book.
"Why are you still here, Mr. Potter?" Snape said without looking up from his writing.
"Proffesor Snape, I just wanted to say...No hard feelings?" Harry held out his hand for Snape to shake.
Snape looked up from his grade book at Harry, disgusted. He looked at Harry's hand as if it were a ticking bomb.
He looked into Harry's eyes. "....No.Have a good summer, Mr. Potter," Snape said almost in a whisper.
Harry took his hand back. He should have known that Snape would never have shook his hand. At least there were no hard feelings between them, Harry thought...or suspected at most.
Harry walked out of the potions dungeon one last time. He was so overcome with joy he felt as if he could sing.
Harry found Ron and Hermione in the hall, making out.
"Come on you two, let's go up to the dormitory," Harry said. Ron and Hermione pulled away from each other and walked with Harry.
"I'm SO glad potions is over!" Ron said happily.
"Yeah, I know! That was brilliant how you announced it as soon as Snape said we were dismissed," Harry laughed.
"Yeah, thanks! I'd been planning what I was going to say when potions was over since first year!" They all laughed.
Harry was really going to miss being in the hallways of Hogwarts with Hermione and Ron. He knew he would be with Hermione and Ron in the future, but not like this. Not like they were together at Hogwarts.
At this thought, Harry stopped laughing. "You know I'm really going to miss you two?" Harry said to Hermione and Ron.
"We're going to miss you too Harry. I think we should all rent a flat in Diagon Alley," said Hermione as Ron put his arm around her.
Harry liked that idea. He could finally leave the Dursley's place.
"Yeah. We should do that, it would be great," Harry said.
"Spot on," said Ron, still grinning from ear to ear.
It was the last day of Harry Potter's seventh year. Everyone in the potions dungeon was wrestless, for it was the last potions class they would ever take.
Ron Weasley was eagerly staring at his watch, waiting to be dismissed. He seemed to be counting down the seconds left when Hermione interrupted.
"Oh please Ronald, can't you at least wait five minutes?"
"Mione, I've waited seven years to be done with this class AND Snape, do you really think I'm going to wait five minutes??"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "You're such an ass," she mumbled to herself.
"Hey! I heard that! If you don't start being nice to me, you're not getting any action tonight!"
Harry laughed. Ever since Ron and Hermione had started dating in sixth year, Ron always used the "you're not getting any action tonight" line on Hermione if she wouldn't give him something he wanted. Hermione knew Ron was only teasing her, so she didn't pay much attention to it.
Harry was waiting for potions to be over as well. He didn't ever want to see Snape's greasy hair or hear his voice again in his life.
Harry looked over at Draco Malfoy. Malfoy had his head rested on his hand, while watching the watch on his other hand. Malfoy had changed a lot in the last few years. In sixth year, Crabbe and Goyle stopped being his bodyguards, and he was no longer Snape's favorite student, all because his father had lost most of their fortune. Harry hadn't heard a nasty word from Malfoy since the end of sixth year. Some people felt sorry for Malfoy, but not Harry. Harry still didn't forgive Malfoy for calling Hermione a mudblood all those times, and for that time that he almost got Buckbeak slaughtered back in third year. Harry knew it was a bit childish to hold a grudge, but he couldn't help it.
"I'm never speaking to you again," Ron said to Hermione with false anger in his voice. Hermione glared at him.
"Fine. See if I care," Hermione said with false anger in her voice as well.
"Class dismissed," Snape finally sneered. Neville Longbottom bolted out of his seat. Harry didn't think it was possible for Neville to move that fast.
"Goodbye Professor," Neville said hurriedly as he ran out the door. Snape didn't even bother to say goodbye to Neville.
Ron stood up from his seat, and stretched his arms towards the ceiling.
"HALLELUJAH! POTIONS CLASS IS FINALLY OVER!" Ron yelled with all his might. Everyone stopped to stare at him.
Ron looked around, confused. "What? What did I say?"
Harry held his breath to prevent himself from laughing.
"Mr. Weasley, I would highly appreciate it if you would leave. Now, please," Snape spat, making an effort to act calm.
Ron grinned from ear to ear. "Yes sir."
Ron picked up his books and walked out, and Harry knew that Ron would be wanting to celebrate the end of potions class that night in the dormitory.
Hermione watched Ron leave with a smile on her face too. "I love him so much," she said to Harry. Harry grinned.
"I know you do. Now go make up with him," Harry said to her.
Hermione picked up her books and pushed in her chair. "Aren't you coming Harry?"
"Yeah, I'll meet you out there in a few minutes."
"All right. We'll wait."
Hermione walked out of the dungeon, uttering a quick goodbye to Snape.
Harry wanted to talk to Snape, so he waited until all the Slytherins who were saying goodbye to him left.
Pansy Parkinson was the last to say goodbye to Snape.
"You know, Proffesor, you really are a great teacher," Pansy said with a flirtatious smile on her face. Snape smiled back in the same way.
"Thank you, Pansy. You're a great student. Maybe you could come visit me some day," Snape said in a voice thick with that of a child molester quality.
"Goodbye Proffesor," Pansy said as she picked up her books.
"Goodbye love," Snape said. Pansy giggled and walked out the door.
Harry was disgusted. He didn't think even Snape would stoop to that level he was on with Pansy.
Harry walked up to Snape's desk. Snape was writing studiously in his grade book.
"Why are you still here, Mr. Potter?" Snape said without looking up from his writing.
"Proffesor Snape, I just wanted to say...No hard feelings?" Harry held out his hand for Snape to shake.
Snape looked up from his grade book at Harry, disgusted. He looked at Harry's hand as if it were a ticking bomb.
He looked into Harry's eyes. "....No.Have a good summer, Mr. Potter," Snape said almost in a whisper.
Harry took his hand back. He should have known that Snape would never have shook his hand. At least there were no hard feelings between them, Harry thought...or suspected at most.
Harry walked out of the potions dungeon one last time. He was so overcome with joy he felt as if he could sing.
Harry found Ron and Hermione in the hall, making out.
"Come on you two, let's go up to the dormitory," Harry said. Ron and Hermione pulled away from each other and walked with Harry.
"I'm SO glad potions is over!" Ron said happily.
"Yeah, I know! That was brilliant how you announced it as soon as Snape said we were dismissed," Harry laughed.
"Yeah, thanks! I'd been planning what I was going to say when potions was over since first year!" They all laughed.
Harry was really going to miss being in the hallways of Hogwarts with Hermione and Ron. He knew he would be with Hermione and Ron in the future, but not like this. Not like they were together at Hogwarts.
At this thought, Harry stopped laughing. "You know I'm really going to miss you two?" Harry said to Hermione and Ron.
"We're going to miss you too Harry. I think we should all rent a flat in Diagon Alley," said Hermione as Ron put his arm around her.
Harry liked that idea. He could finally leave the Dursley's place.
"Yeah. We should do that, it would be great," Harry said.
"Spot on," said Ron, still grinning from ear to ear.