A/N: Ok... well, firstly this is my first humorous Harry Potter fic... my first humorous fic in general! Secondly, english is not my first language so please have some mercy. I DO however appreciate it when people point out mistakes to me. :)
I'm not sure where exactly this is headed... I'm just writing strange ramblings and trying to tie in some humour. So... please R&R.... :) Thankoo!
(Sorry for the very short chapter. But it just seemed to be an appropriate place to stop.)
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"NOOOO!" Hermione's scream echoed through the common room. Immediately, all heads turned, looking at her curiously.
"Uh... Hermie... is everything all right?" Ron looked up from the chessboard he and Harry were currently pretending to battle on.
"Take THIS! And THIS! Muahahah! Soon I will own all of your territory!" Harry was shouting loudly, using his complaining chess pieces as action figures. He obviously hadn't noticed the absolute silence surrounding him. Attention was immediately drawn away from Hermione and directed towards him instead.
Some people started laughing, while others were quite appalled that great Harry Potter would engage in such childish play. In the meantime, the boy in question was quickly reddening. Luckily this went mostly unnoticed as the common room was calming down again and people were turning their attention back to whatever they had been doing.
"Harry! You're blushing!" Ron yelled, causing everyone to swivel around in their seats and take another look at the boy-who-lived and his loyal weasel. Harry threw Ron a glance that clearly said: run or you're a dead man. But Ron, being his usual self, didn't seem to notice.
"It's clashing horribly with your green eyes, Harry... hey! It's like Christmas colors!" he continued, oblivious to the fact that the whole common room was listening in again. It promptly erupted into loud laughter once more – all of the Weasley's seemed to serve as a source of entertainment in one way or another. But this excitement too soon subsided, until the noise level returned to normal.
Ron and Harry resumed their battle, taking care to keep their voices low. Just as Ron was about to attack one of Harry's figures, Crookshanks leapt onto the table seemingly out of nowhere.
"Stupid ruddy cat!" Ron swore, trying to push him out of the way. But Crookshanks merely turned his head towards Harry, fixating him with his large yellow eyes. Harry suddenly understood.
"Hermione." he said quietly while his eyes wandered from face to face in the common room, searching for that of his friend. But her large bush of hair was nowhere to be found. After staring at Harry's face blankly for a moment, Ron understood and joined in the quest of finding Hermione – however he, too, failed.
"Where's she gone?" he asked worriedly. Harry turned to face him, the expression on his face just as questioning as that on Ron's... except that Ron had a lot of freckles to grace it with.
"I have no idea..." Harry replied, "but remember how she screamed earlier?"
"You don't reckon she was... you know, hurt...do you?" Ron asked, somewhat scared.
"How am I supposed to know?" Harry snapped.
"I thought that scar might have brought something like all-knowing-ness with it... I mean, it's right there in the middle of your head and for all we know it might just be affecting your brain and stuff..." Ron started speculating. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Ron."
"... and you know that was a terrible curse, you might still be suffering from the aftereffects and it could have –"
"RON!"
"Yes?" Ron finally interrupted his string of theories.
"We have to find Hermione." Harry stated – it seemed simple enough. They would comb the castle until they found her; she couldn't just have disappeared entirely from this world... or could she?
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