Chapter One: Hermione's Jealousy
"Harry, Harry, Harry," Hermione whispered as she watched Ron and Harry playing some Wizard Chess by the fireplace.
Now that they were seventh year students, they could almost get the nice chairs with big fluffy chairs and good armrests by the fireplace.
It was the end of fall and term exams were almost soon-to-be. They were all enjoying themselves before they would have to start cramming all about the uses of dragon blood, and what all. Everyone, but Hermione. She was reading a book called, 'The Warlock Conventions of the Fifteenth Century'.
"Put that book down Hermione. Ron just beat me in Wizard Chess. We're going outside for a bit now. Come with us," Harry said with his interesting green eyes jumping up and down.
It was also Sunday, a day to spend with your friends. Hermione jumped up eagerly. Any moment Harry spoke to her, her heart beat would be up and going.
"Outside? But this book is really most informative on all the Warlock Conventions back from when Nicholas Flamel was... but a child. It gives tons of back ground on why he became such a big influence to our present lives."
"Aw, put the book down Hermione. Come with us. Harry reckons that we can sneak into Hogsmeade later with the Marauder's Map."
"What on Earth would you want to sneak into Hogsmeade for?"
"Get some candy, throw a party," Harry added mischeviously.
"A party, what for?"
"No reason," Ron replied grinning.
"You're an idiot Ron."
"That's great. Now come on!"
"Coming, coming," Hermione said folding the top right corner of a page in the book and bringing it outside, clutched to her chest.
There were many people outside. There were plenty seventh years, about 25 of the total 40. Cho Chang from Ravenclaw saw Hermione, Harry, and Ron walking outside and offered a friendly smiled. She ran up to them.
"Hey you guys. What's going on?" Cho asked.
"Oh nothing. We just felt like coming outside," Harry answered grinning back at the pretty girl who stood 5 feet 4 inches, just like Hermione.
In life, she was actually nothing like Hermione. Hermione Granger had become one of the most beautiful girls in Hogwarts. Her bushy brown hair became thinner, curlier (with a $100.00 perm) and neck-length.
Braces (from her mother who was a dentist) fixed her teeth and she had a perfect smile matching shining brown eyes. She glanced timidly at Cho Chang. She was as popular as Ron, Harry, and Hermione. She had short-cut straight black hair, slanted black eyes, thin lips that were outlined with clear or frosty pink lip gloss, whatever mood she was in let her choose the shade. She was just as beautiful as Hermione, talented on the Quidditch field, and a good student, although nowhere near Hermione, intelligence wise.
Now Cho was wearing a frosty pink lip-gloss, a frosty pink tube top, black silk flares, and platform black leather clogs. Hermione was wearing a white baby-tee and some faded denim flares. She was stylish, though not nearly as flashy as Cho. Of course, almost everyone liked the slim, sophisticated teen.
"Really? That's cool. I just made some Banana Bread, using this new spell I learned in Cooking. It's Banana Sporacious. Would you like some?" Cho offered.
"Sure," Ron said taking a large piece.
Harry took a hearty piece and enjoyed it. "This is great Cho. I didn't even know Hogwarts had a Cooking course."
"Well, they don't, but we all know that Professor Filtwick has a bunch of charms up his sleeves. I stay after sometimes, just to learn how to make these special treats. Do you like it Hermione?"
Hermione nibbled at her piece. "It's great Cho."
She though to herself. Why must Cho be so elegant, perfect, and why is Harry attracted to her so much?
"Do you want to come with us Cho? We're going to Hogsmeade, sneaking out, bringing some snacks back," Harry offered.
Not fair, Hermione thought, burning with jealousy.
"That would be totally awesome!"
"Great."
"You know guys, I don't feel too good. I think I'm going to go back to Gryffindor Common Room and finish reading my book, swing by Madam Pomfrey, see if she has anything for a stomach ache," Hermione said.
"Stomach ache. Oh, I hope it wasn't my Banana Bread," Cho said, putting on an ever-so-sweet look, while linking hands with Harry.
Hermione cringed. "Oh, I'm sure it wasn't your Banana Bread. I'm just tired, I've been doing so much. I'll go take a nap."
"That's a good idea Hermione. We'll let Harry and Cho bring back the goodies and we can stay and rest. I need a nap too."
Ron, you idiot. Now Cho will have Harry, entirely all to herself. Could life get worse? The last thing I want is Cho and Harry sharing a Butter Beer at the Three Broomsticks, with Cho's head rested on Harry's firm shoulder. Both captains of their house Quidditch teams, leaving nerdy old me to my book on the Warlock conventions. Sigh!
"Okay, are you sure you don't want to go? I mean, I don't feel like making you put yourself out on my behalf."
"Hey, what are friends for?"
"Are you sure you'll be okay Hermione? Cause me and Cho are going to head off then. It's best we go now, so we're back before too long."
"We'll try to make it by sun down, but it might be hard," Cho said giggling.
They parted. Cho got on Harry's broom, sat infront of Harry while Harry put his arms around her slender hips and gripped the broom. They flew up in laughs.
Ron and Hermione walked back to the Gryffindor Common room. The trip to Madam Pomfrey's medicine cabinet was forgotten.
"Are you feeling okay now Hermione?" Ron asked timidly.
"Yeah, I'm better, I don't know what happened earlier."
"Let's go get some good chairs and we can rest by the fire."
"Thank you Ron. You are the most thoughtful little dear at times."
"Thanks."
"Except for when you don't do your homework."
"Oh Hermione!"
"Just kidding darling."
"You need to get out more. I mean, for the seven years I've known you, you haven't changed a bit."
"Neither have you Ron. Still the same old red haired, freckle faced, large palmed, tall guy that scrambles to finish his homework."
"There isn't anything wrong with having-."
"I wasn't finished Ron. The only thing that has changed, is that you've become a lot cuter."
"You're pretty now Hermione."
"Sure you aren't kidding?"
"No really Hermione. You're really pretty."
"Well, look at Harry. He's come back with some of that frosty pink lip-gloss on his cheek, and some Butter Beer for us. He looks like he's just had the time of his life. We've been sitting around, and he gets all the fun," Hermione muttered looking at Harry.
"Yes! I love Butter Beer!" Ron exclaimed.
"You're another story. You can ONLY think about food," Hermione said crossly, hiding giggles.
Harry came running up to them.
"Look at this! I've got tons of food. Help yourself Ron, not that you need me saying that. Me and Cho are going out now. She's really sweet, plus we're going to go to Filtwick's tomorrow after class and learn how to make a chocolate cake. It's a Muggle type of food that's supposed to be really good. I've had it once or twice, but I hardly remember. The Dursley's never really ever fed me. Cho's so nice! We're going to look at some garden catalogs during dinner to find her a good flower arrangement for her Grandma's birthday."
"Nice to know you had a good time," Hermione muttered.
"Don't be cross Hermione. I'll still spend time with you guys. How can I forget my friends?"
"Never Harry. We're friends forever. You didn't get any Acid Pops did you? They've burnt my tounge before. Awesome! You bought some of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans."
"Well, I'd better get some rest before dinner starts," Harry said. He walked into the seventh year Gryffindor boys' Dormitory, flopped down on his four poster bed and almost instantly began to snore.
"Harry, Harry, Harry," Hermione whispered as she watched Ron and Harry playing some Wizard Chess by the fireplace.
Now that they were seventh year students, they could almost get the nice chairs with big fluffy chairs and good armrests by the fireplace.
It was the end of fall and term exams were almost soon-to-be. They were all enjoying themselves before they would have to start cramming all about the uses of dragon blood, and what all. Everyone, but Hermione. She was reading a book called, 'The Warlock Conventions of the Fifteenth Century'.
"Put that book down Hermione. Ron just beat me in Wizard Chess. We're going outside for a bit now. Come with us," Harry said with his interesting green eyes jumping up and down.
It was also Sunday, a day to spend with your friends. Hermione jumped up eagerly. Any moment Harry spoke to her, her heart beat would be up and going.
"Outside? But this book is really most informative on all the Warlock Conventions back from when Nicholas Flamel was... but a child. It gives tons of back ground on why he became such a big influence to our present lives."
"Aw, put the book down Hermione. Come with us. Harry reckons that we can sneak into Hogsmeade later with the Marauder's Map."
"What on Earth would you want to sneak into Hogsmeade for?"
"Get some candy, throw a party," Harry added mischeviously.
"A party, what for?"
"No reason," Ron replied grinning.
"You're an idiot Ron."
"That's great. Now come on!"
"Coming, coming," Hermione said folding the top right corner of a page in the book and bringing it outside, clutched to her chest.
There were many people outside. There were plenty seventh years, about 25 of the total 40. Cho Chang from Ravenclaw saw Hermione, Harry, and Ron walking outside and offered a friendly smiled. She ran up to them.
"Hey you guys. What's going on?" Cho asked.
"Oh nothing. We just felt like coming outside," Harry answered grinning back at the pretty girl who stood 5 feet 4 inches, just like Hermione.
In life, she was actually nothing like Hermione. Hermione Granger had become one of the most beautiful girls in Hogwarts. Her bushy brown hair became thinner, curlier (with a $100.00 perm) and neck-length.
Braces (from her mother who was a dentist) fixed her teeth and she had a perfect smile matching shining brown eyes. She glanced timidly at Cho Chang. She was as popular as Ron, Harry, and Hermione. She had short-cut straight black hair, slanted black eyes, thin lips that were outlined with clear or frosty pink lip gloss, whatever mood she was in let her choose the shade. She was just as beautiful as Hermione, talented on the Quidditch field, and a good student, although nowhere near Hermione, intelligence wise.
Now Cho was wearing a frosty pink lip-gloss, a frosty pink tube top, black silk flares, and platform black leather clogs. Hermione was wearing a white baby-tee and some faded denim flares. She was stylish, though not nearly as flashy as Cho. Of course, almost everyone liked the slim, sophisticated teen.
"Really? That's cool. I just made some Banana Bread, using this new spell I learned in Cooking. It's Banana Sporacious. Would you like some?" Cho offered.
"Sure," Ron said taking a large piece.
Harry took a hearty piece and enjoyed it. "This is great Cho. I didn't even know Hogwarts had a Cooking course."
"Well, they don't, but we all know that Professor Filtwick has a bunch of charms up his sleeves. I stay after sometimes, just to learn how to make these special treats. Do you like it Hermione?"
Hermione nibbled at her piece. "It's great Cho."
She though to herself. Why must Cho be so elegant, perfect, and why is Harry attracted to her so much?
"Do you want to come with us Cho? We're going to Hogsmeade, sneaking out, bringing some snacks back," Harry offered.
Not fair, Hermione thought, burning with jealousy.
"That would be totally awesome!"
"Great."
"You know guys, I don't feel too good. I think I'm going to go back to Gryffindor Common Room and finish reading my book, swing by Madam Pomfrey, see if she has anything for a stomach ache," Hermione said.
"Stomach ache. Oh, I hope it wasn't my Banana Bread," Cho said, putting on an ever-so-sweet look, while linking hands with Harry.
Hermione cringed. "Oh, I'm sure it wasn't your Banana Bread. I'm just tired, I've been doing so much. I'll go take a nap."
"That's a good idea Hermione. We'll let Harry and Cho bring back the goodies and we can stay and rest. I need a nap too."
Ron, you idiot. Now Cho will have Harry, entirely all to herself. Could life get worse? The last thing I want is Cho and Harry sharing a Butter Beer at the Three Broomsticks, with Cho's head rested on Harry's firm shoulder. Both captains of their house Quidditch teams, leaving nerdy old me to my book on the Warlock conventions. Sigh!
"Okay, are you sure you don't want to go? I mean, I don't feel like making you put yourself out on my behalf."
"Hey, what are friends for?"
"Are you sure you'll be okay Hermione? Cause me and Cho are going to head off then. It's best we go now, so we're back before too long."
"We'll try to make it by sun down, but it might be hard," Cho said giggling.
They parted. Cho got on Harry's broom, sat infront of Harry while Harry put his arms around her slender hips and gripped the broom. They flew up in laughs.
Ron and Hermione walked back to the Gryffindor Common room. The trip to Madam Pomfrey's medicine cabinet was forgotten.
"Are you feeling okay now Hermione?" Ron asked timidly.
"Yeah, I'm better, I don't know what happened earlier."
"Let's go get some good chairs and we can rest by the fire."
"Thank you Ron. You are the most thoughtful little dear at times."
"Thanks."
"Except for when you don't do your homework."
"Oh Hermione!"
"Just kidding darling."
"You need to get out more. I mean, for the seven years I've known you, you haven't changed a bit."
"Neither have you Ron. Still the same old red haired, freckle faced, large palmed, tall guy that scrambles to finish his homework."
"There isn't anything wrong with having-."
"I wasn't finished Ron. The only thing that has changed, is that you've become a lot cuter."
"You're pretty now Hermione."
"Sure you aren't kidding?"
"No really Hermione. You're really pretty."
"Well, look at Harry. He's come back with some of that frosty pink lip-gloss on his cheek, and some Butter Beer for us. He looks like he's just had the time of his life. We've been sitting around, and he gets all the fun," Hermione muttered looking at Harry.
"Yes! I love Butter Beer!" Ron exclaimed.
"You're another story. You can ONLY think about food," Hermione said crossly, hiding giggles.
Harry came running up to them.
"Look at this! I've got tons of food. Help yourself Ron, not that you need me saying that. Me and Cho are going out now. She's really sweet, plus we're going to go to Filtwick's tomorrow after class and learn how to make a chocolate cake. It's a Muggle type of food that's supposed to be really good. I've had it once or twice, but I hardly remember. The Dursley's never really ever fed me. Cho's so nice! We're going to look at some garden catalogs during dinner to find her a good flower arrangement for her Grandma's birthday."
"Nice to know you had a good time," Hermione muttered.
"Don't be cross Hermione. I'll still spend time with you guys. How can I forget my friends?"
"Never Harry. We're friends forever. You didn't get any Acid Pops did you? They've burnt my tounge before. Awesome! You bought some of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans."
"Well, I'd better get some rest before dinner starts," Harry said. He walked into the seventh year Gryffindor boys' Dormitory, flopped down on his four poster bed and almost instantly began to snore.