Hermione's Guy
Ok, this is my first fic and if I even get 2 good reviews I'll be happy. Oh yeah, this is a play. It takes place
in the 5th year.
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Hermione: (walks into common room, expects Harry and Ron to be goofing around in there) Harry,
Ron?
Harry and Ron: HAPPY BIRTHDAY! (A.N. I KNOW NO ONE KNOWS HER BIRTHDAY BUT WE'RE
GONNA MAKE UP IT IS THE 28TH OF JANUARY)
Hermione: God, you guys scared me half to death!
Ron: If we scared you half to death, you'd be down on the ground.
Harry: Good one.
Hermione: Seriously, you two act like Fred and George more each day.
Harry: Is that a compliment?
Ron: No way! Look at Fred and George now! They played jokes way too much and now they are
located at a muggle BOOT CAMP!
Harry: Ohhhh.
Hermione: Also, you two know I don't like celebrating my birthday.
Harry: Then I guess you won't want the presents.
Ron: Yeah, My whole family got you something. I did too. Harry got you something. Sirius got you
something. Hagrid got you something. McGonagal got you something! Heck, even Lavender and Parvati
did! Let me add your mother and father got you something.
Hermione: Yeah right. No one would give me that many presents. That's 15 presents. Yeah right.
Anyway, where would you store that many presents?
Harry: Hermione, do us all a favor and go by the fire. I think that will answer you question.
Hermione: Fine. (Walks over) Oh my, you weren't lying. There are 1,2,3,4,5,6(so on).....15 presents!
Thank you so much!!!!
Narrator: Hermione gives Ron and Harry a quick hug. She opened her presents and went up to bed.
Hermione: (talking to herself alone in her dorm) If only I could have the ultimate gift. A kiss from Harry
Potter.
Narrator: Next morning.
Hermione: Good morning, Ron, Harry.
Narrator: Hermione thought it to be weird that Harry kept glaring at her.
Ron: (mumbling to Harry) The Valentine's Day Dance is in a few weeks. She's gonna be taken in a few minutes.
Make that a few seconds. Here comes Dean. You better ask her.
Harry: You're right. Here I go. (To Hermione) Hermione, if it is ok with you, I would love to
accompany you to the dance on Valentine's Day. What do you say?
Hermione: Of course.
Narrator: Hermione and Harry go with eachother to the dance.
Ok, this is my first fic and if I even get 2 good reviews I'll be happy. Oh yeah, this is a play. It takes place
in the 5th year.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione: (walks into common room, expects Harry and Ron to be goofing around in there) Harry,
Ron?
Harry and Ron: HAPPY BIRTHDAY! (A.N. I KNOW NO ONE KNOWS HER BIRTHDAY BUT WE'RE
GONNA MAKE UP IT IS THE 28TH OF JANUARY)
Hermione: God, you guys scared me half to death!
Ron: If we scared you half to death, you'd be down on the ground.
Harry: Good one.
Hermione: Seriously, you two act like Fred and George more each day.
Harry: Is that a compliment?
Ron: No way! Look at Fred and George now! They played jokes way too much and now they are
located at a muggle BOOT CAMP!
Harry: Ohhhh.
Hermione: Also, you two know I don't like celebrating my birthday.
Harry: Then I guess you won't want the presents.
Ron: Yeah, My whole family got you something. I did too. Harry got you something. Sirius got you
something. Hagrid got you something. McGonagal got you something! Heck, even Lavender and Parvati
did! Let me add your mother and father got you something.
Hermione: Yeah right. No one would give me that many presents. That's 15 presents. Yeah right.
Anyway, where would you store that many presents?
Harry: Hermione, do us all a favor and go by the fire. I think that will answer you question.
Hermione: Fine. (Walks over) Oh my, you weren't lying. There are 1,2,3,4,5,6(so on).....15 presents!
Thank you so much!!!!
Narrator: Hermione gives Ron and Harry a quick hug. She opened her presents and went up to bed.
Hermione: (talking to herself alone in her dorm) If only I could have the ultimate gift. A kiss from Harry
Potter.
Narrator: Next morning.
Hermione: Good morning, Ron, Harry.
Narrator: Hermione thought it to be weird that Harry kept glaring at her.
Ron: (mumbling to Harry) The Valentine's Day Dance is in a few weeks. She's gonna be taken in a few minutes.
Make that a few seconds. Here comes Dean. You better ask her.
Harry: You're right. Here I go. (To Hermione) Hermione, if it is ok with you, I would love to
accompany you to the dance on Valentine's Day. What do you say?
Hermione: Of course.
Narrator: Hermione and Harry go with eachother to the dance.