Harry Potter and the Magical Carpet
"Harry! Harry, there you are!" called Hermione Granger. Harry Potter whirled around.
"Hermione, what on earth are you doing here?" Harry Potter asked as he looked at his friend.
"I came to wish you a happy birthday."
"Well, that was very nice of you, but you had better leave before the Dursleys see you."
"Oh, but I haven't even given you your present yet!"
"I'm sorry, but if the Dursleys find you you'll be in trouble, not to mention me."
"Just let me stay a minute!" Hermione looked over at Harry, and gave him a look that clearly said 'PLEASE!'
"Oh, all rigt, but only for a moment. The Dursleys'll freak if they find out people like me have been around the neighborhood."
"I know, I know. Here," she said, shoving a package into his arms. Harry looked at the package for a moment and then slowly peeled the wrapping paper away. He pulled out a carpet.
"Uh, Hermione, no offense, but what do I need a carpet for?"
"Silly, it's not an ordinary carpet! It flies!"
"It flies? COOL!" Harry looked at the carpet in awe.
"You do know how to work it, don't you?"
"Um, no."
"Should I teach you?"
"Um, maybe later. Right now can you take me for a ride?"
"Sure, Harry. But the carpet really basically steers itself, I must warn you, it's nothing like riding a broom."
"I know. Come on!" So Harry and Hermione hopped on the carpet and flew it around Privet Drive.
"Um, Harry, what if someone sees us?"
"Who cares! C'mon! Lighten up, Hermione."
"Oh, all right!" After riding for a little while darkness began to fall.
"Um, Hermione?"
"Yes, Harry?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"How do I get a girl to like me?"
"Just be yourself. If that girl's the one you're made for, she'll like you for yourself."
"Kay. Can I ask you something else?"
"Of course, Harry."
"Do you like me?"
"Like how?"
"For me?"
"Yeah, I guess. That's kind of a weird question to ask. I mean, us being best friends and all."
"You do?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Well, because... Because I think you're that girl."
"What girl?"
"The one."
"Me? Are you sure?"
"Pretty sure. Why?"
"Because to tell you the truth, that's the way I feel about you."
"It is?"
"Of course."
"That's great!"
"Yes, I sup......" But Hermione never got to finish what she was going to say, because just then Harry planted a long, soft kiss on her lips................
A/N: Despite all the past confusion, I did write this. My little brother had an original version that was SO stupid it wasn't even funny. So this is mine.
"Harry! Harry, there you are!" called Hermione Granger. Harry Potter whirled around.
"Hermione, what on earth are you doing here?" Harry Potter asked as he looked at his friend.
"I came to wish you a happy birthday."
"Well, that was very nice of you, but you had better leave before the Dursleys see you."
"Oh, but I haven't even given you your present yet!"
"I'm sorry, but if the Dursleys find you you'll be in trouble, not to mention me."
"Just let me stay a minute!" Hermione looked over at Harry, and gave him a look that clearly said 'PLEASE!'
"Oh, all rigt, but only for a moment. The Dursleys'll freak if they find out people like me have been around the neighborhood."
"I know, I know. Here," she said, shoving a package into his arms. Harry looked at the package for a moment and then slowly peeled the wrapping paper away. He pulled out a carpet.
"Uh, Hermione, no offense, but what do I need a carpet for?"
"Silly, it's not an ordinary carpet! It flies!"
"It flies? COOL!" Harry looked at the carpet in awe.
"You do know how to work it, don't you?"
"Um, no."
"Should I teach you?"
"Um, maybe later. Right now can you take me for a ride?"
"Sure, Harry. But the carpet really basically steers itself, I must warn you, it's nothing like riding a broom."
"I know. Come on!" So Harry and Hermione hopped on the carpet and flew it around Privet Drive.
"Um, Harry, what if someone sees us?"
"Who cares! C'mon! Lighten up, Hermione."
"Oh, all right!" After riding for a little while darkness began to fall.
"Um, Hermione?"
"Yes, Harry?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"How do I get a girl to like me?"
"Just be yourself. If that girl's the one you're made for, she'll like you for yourself."
"Kay. Can I ask you something else?"
"Of course, Harry."
"Do you like me?"
"Like how?"
"For me?"
"Yeah, I guess. That's kind of a weird question to ask. I mean, us being best friends and all."
"You do?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Well, because... Because I think you're that girl."
"What girl?"
"The one."
"Me? Are you sure?"
"Pretty sure. Why?"
"Because to tell you the truth, that's the way I feel about you."
"It is?"
"Of course."
"That's great!"
"Yes, I sup......" But Hermione never got to finish what she was going to say, because just then Harry planted a long, soft kiss on her lips................
A/N: Despite all the past confusion, I did write this. My little brother had an original version that was SO stupid it wasn't even funny. So this is mine.