Disclaimer: I own none of these people… though if possible I'd like them for Christmas.
The clock on the wall beside Harry Potter ticked loudly and repetitively- irritating him until he slammed his book ('curses, hexes, and East Mongolian troll rites') shut in frustration and stood up to leave the library. From where she sat beside him, partly obscured from view by a mountainous stack of books, Hermione Granger looked up in surprise.
"What has gotten into you lately, Harry?" she asked him, indicating a mixture of curiosity and annoyance.
"I just.. I dunno, work and stuff" mumbled Harry, awkwardly.
Hermione paused, considering this ambiguous answer. Her voice softened slightly, she inquired "it isn't a girl, is it, Harry?"
Slightly taken aback from this, Harry carefully considered his answer, knowing full well that responding affirmatively was the perfect way to elicit her support and sympathy.
"OUT, OUT, OUT!" screeched Madame Hooch, who hypocritically didn't tolerate noise in her library and, much to his relief, Harry was temporarily spared from answering.
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Later that night Harry lay awake long after Ron, Dean, Seamus and Neville had fallen asleep. "Why yes, I am seeker for the Chudley Cannons, funny you should ask" muttered Ron in his sleep, and Harry grinned as he tried not to envision what Ron was dreaming. Soon, however, he returned to pondering Hermione's question. Certainly anxiety over a girl would explain his odd behavior of late- but since Cho there really wasn't anyone. Harry absentmindedly ran his fingers through his hair and oddly, somewhat randomly, found himself imagining Draco Malfoy's laughing face. Harry blinked, suddenly bewildered and, feeling disgusted with himself, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
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Draco was sitting by himself, and Harry strolled over and sat down. "What the?" inquired Malfoy, and Harry boldly and without hesitation replied "I've wanted to kiss you for a long time". Enjoying the surprised but not displeased look on the blonde boys face, Harry smiled. "Don't speak.."
This embrace was cut short by a shrill, unpleasant laughter that Harry knew could only belong to Ron Weasley. Blinking, he sat up, both mortified and disturbed by the dream he had just had. "Oh, I've wanted to kiss you for a long time" sand Seamus in a high pitched voice, as Neville, Dean and Ron roared with laughter.
"Go on then, tell us!" insisted Ron as Harry blushed furiously, finding little reassurance in the fact that it did not seem apparent his room-mates knew the full content of his dream.
"Yeah!" chimed in Neville "Who's the girl?". Harry stared blankly at his friends, at a loss for words and unsure how to respond. "Uh.. no one" he finished lamely and unconvincingly.
"Go on!" cried Ron "we're not stupid- it must be somebody… it's not Hermione, is it?" he asked suddenly, his eyes narrowing dangerously. Despite his concerns, Harry grinned at this and replied "Nah mate, she's all yours".
"What?!" spluttered Ron. "Me, like Hermione? Ridiculous. Preposterous!" As his room mates left for breakfast, Harry was granted some much needed privacy in the room. Cringing, he took his head in his hands. What on earth was going on?