The Great Hall of Love
Hogwarts had never been as lively as it was now. Two weeks into year six and Harry, Hermione, and Ron were already busy as bees. Hermione's totally academic schedule and pre-preparation for the NEWT's were cramping her for time while Harry and Ron were struggling to finish homework while dealing with friends, Quidditch, and the Order of the Phoenix. Life was great and life was busy.
On this fabulous Sunday afternoon in September, Harry was outside studying his lectures for Potions class on the lawns of Hogwarts with Hermione. It was one of those days that was better-spent chasing snitches or saving goals, but Harry was already having trouble with his Potions class and Hermione had gone out of her way to make time for them to study together. Now maybe it was the balmy weather, but Hermione had recently taken a special interest in this boy wonder. This afternoon of tutoring just gave her a chance to get a little closer to Harry.
It wasn't like they hadn't hung out before, Harry had spent the summer at Ron's house after the fiasco the summer before, but Hermione had never had the guts to spill the beans to her best friend in the whole wide world. Now was her chance to make a move. She had planted herself so close to him that she could feel him breathe. As he recited the steps to the potion he was supposed to make, she whispered his mistakes to him in his ear. She was afraid he would jump or move away, but it didn't bother him one bit.
"Wow!" she thought to herself, "This can't be happening. Man, how I want to fuck him."
Suddenly, Luna Lovegood swept in from across the field. Hermione had noticed the way Looney Luna doted upon Harry and, frankly, Hermione just didn't like it. Hermione pulled away from Harry a little, so as not to be obvious. Luna caught Hermione's eyes and smiled.
"Hi Harry!" she giggled. "What are you studying?"
"Just working on that Warts Potion that asshole Snape assigned us," Harry replied confidently. "What brings you over here?"
"Oh, I was just wandering around to see what everybody's up to and to say hi," she breathed out coyly. She twirled her hair around her finger for a second. Then she giggled a goodbye and skipped off towards another group of kids.
"God," Hermione thought, "Good thing Harry is looking for more substance than little bitch Looney Luna can provide him with. She's a fucking ditz!" Suddenly Harry piped up, "Isn't Luna the sweetest, isn't she fabulous!" Hermione cringed and caught herself before Harry could see her. She hurried Harry up, telling him she had some other studies to attend to, and split as fast as possible. Ay! What a day!
Hogwarts had never been as lively as it was now. Two weeks into year six and Harry, Hermione, and Ron were already busy as bees. Hermione's totally academic schedule and pre-preparation for the NEWT's were cramping her for time while Harry and Ron were struggling to finish homework while dealing with friends, Quidditch, and the Order of the Phoenix. Life was great and life was busy.
On this fabulous Sunday afternoon in September, Harry was outside studying his lectures for Potions class on the lawns of Hogwarts with Hermione. It was one of those days that was better-spent chasing snitches or saving goals, but Harry was already having trouble with his Potions class and Hermione had gone out of her way to make time for them to study together. Now maybe it was the balmy weather, but Hermione had recently taken a special interest in this boy wonder. This afternoon of tutoring just gave her a chance to get a little closer to Harry.
It wasn't like they hadn't hung out before, Harry had spent the summer at Ron's house after the fiasco the summer before, but Hermione had never had the guts to spill the beans to her best friend in the whole wide world. Now was her chance to make a move. She had planted herself so close to him that she could feel him breathe. As he recited the steps to the potion he was supposed to make, she whispered his mistakes to him in his ear. She was afraid he would jump or move away, but it didn't bother him one bit.
"Wow!" she thought to herself, "This can't be happening. Man, how I want to fuck him."
Suddenly, Luna Lovegood swept in from across the field. Hermione had noticed the way Looney Luna doted upon Harry and, frankly, Hermione just didn't like it. Hermione pulled away from Harry a little, so as not to be obvious. Luna caught Hermione's eyes and smiled.
"Hi Harry!" she giggled. "What are you studying?"
"Just working on that Warts Potion that asshole Snape assigned us," Harry replied confidently. "What brings you over here?"
"Oh, I was just wandering around to see what everybody's up to and to say hi," she breathed out coyly. She twirled her hair around her finger for a second. Then she giggled a goodbye and skipped off towards another group of kids.
"God," Hermione thought, "Good thing Harry is looking for more substance than little bitch Looney Luna can provide him with. She's a fucking ditz!" Suddenly Harry piped up, "Isn't Luna the sweetest, isn't she fabulous!" Hermione cringed and caught herself before Harry could see her. She hurried Harry up, telling him she had some other studies to attend to, and split as fast as possible. Ay! What a day!