A hand shook hard at his shoulder, moving him from his warm spot.
"But I don't want to get up mum," he sleepily whined.
"Ron, stop kidding yourself. Get up, we're late!" his friend order, "Do you know what Professor McGonagall's gonna do to us? Our second year, first day of school and we're late again!"
"Harry, don't worry. I'll get dressed and you wait downstairs okay?" the redheaded wizard rubbed his tired eyes.
"Fine, but hurry," he gave in. 'You'd think he'd be less uptight, with being who he is and all. My friend, Harry Potter,' and with that thought Ron smiled and struggled out of bed and to his dresser. Within less than 5 minutes, he came flying down the stairs chocolate frog, papers and books in hand, cape flowing behind him.
"Finally," Harry exhaled.
"What? I had to get something to eat," he held out his chocolate frog.
"I wasn't talking about that, but that gives me another reason to be mad at you," he tossed Ron his wand.
He scrambled to catch it, dropping all of his belongings in the process. His card from the box slid across the floor and under the coffee table.
"Now see what you've gone and done!" Ron yelled in frustration.
He ran over to the table and bent down on his knees. He reached under and grabbed his card hitting his head on the way back up.
"We don't have time for this!" Harry exclaimed.
"But it hurts," Ron complained as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Come on," Harry grabbed Ron's hand and yanked him to the door, out the hall, down the changing staircases, and straight into Professor McGonagall.
"Ah! Good morning gentlemen. I doubt you have trouble finding your way this time," she smiled slightly.
"You know those staircases," Draco stood up.
"That's enough Mr. Malfoy. Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, need I remind you how important it is to be here and on time?" she demanded.
"No Professor McGonagall," they answered in unison.
"Now take your seats," she ordered. Ron hid his chocolate frog in the inside pocket of his cloak as he sat down in the 2nd row between Harry and Hermione. "So glad you could join us," she whispered bitterly to him as she pushed her crimped hair to the side.
"What are we doing today Hermione?" Harry questioned.
"We were reviewing our spells and awaiting new students' arrivals," she replied.
"Does anybody recall the transition incantation?" McGonogall asked. Immediately, Hermoine's hand shot into the air and waved around like a dog's tail.
"I think Hermione might know this one," Draco joked. The two students sitting next to him broke out in laughter, while he, himself, tried to stifle his.
"Mr. Malfoy, if you do not stop this behavior now, you will come up here and demonstrate every incantation in the book. Now any other comments?" McGonagall scolded. Draco slid back into his seat like a snake with his eyes narrowing to small slits for a deathly glare. "Now, the incantation, go ahead Hermione," she said as she walked back to her desk and took a seat. Hermione stood up, straightened out her cloak and walked to the front of the gothic classroom. She pulled her wand out of her pocket and stood silent for a moment studying the surrounding and the class. She lifted up her wand in her right hand and cleared her throat.
"First . . ." she was interrupted by the door slamming open and there stood Dumbledore.
"The young ones, they're here," he smiled.
"Oh wonderful. Students, lets head for the main hall to greet them," McGonagall stood up. As if on cue, the whole class stood up, whether they wanted to or not, and walked out the door not in a line formation or something even remotely close.
"But I don't want to get up mum," he sleepily whined.
"Ron, stop kidding yourself. Get up, we're late!" his friend order, "Do you know what Professor McGonagall's gonna do to us? Our second year, first day of school and we're late again!"
"Harry, don't worry. I'll get dressed and you wait downstairs okay?" the redheaded wizard rubbed his tired eyes.
"Fine, but hurry," he gave in. 'You'd think he'd be less uptight, with being who he is and all. My friend, Harry Potter,' and with that thought Ron smiled and struggled out of bed and to his dresser. Within less than 5 minutes, he came flying down the stairs chocolate frog, papers and books in hand, cape flowing behind him.
"Finally," Harry exhaled.
"What? I had to get something to eat," he held out his chocolate frog.
"I wasn't talking about that, but that gives me another reason to be mad at you," he tossed Ron his wand.
He scrambled to catch it, dropping all of his belongings in the process. His card from the box slid across the floor and under the coffee table.
"Now see what you've gone and done!" Ron yelled in frustration.
He ran over to the table and bent down on his knees. He reached under and grabbed his card hitting his head on the way back up.
"We don't have time for this!" Harry exclaimed.
"But it hurts," Ron complained as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Come on," Harry grabbed Ron's hand and yanked him to the door, out the hall, down the changing staircases, and straight into Professor McGonagall.
"Ah! Good morning gentlemen. I doubt you have trouble finding your way this time," she smiled slightly.
"You know those staircases," Draco stood up.
"That's enough Mr. Malfoy. Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, need I remind you how important it is to be here and on time?" she demanded.
"No Professor McGonagall," they answered in unison.
"Now take your seats," she ordered. Ron hid his chocolate frog in the inside pocket of his cloak as he sat down in the 2nd row between Harry and Hermione. "So glad you could join us," she whispered bitterly to him as she pushed her crimped hair to the side.
"What are we doing today Hermione?" Harry questioned.
"We were reviewing our spells and awaiting new students' arrivals," she replied.
"Does anybody recall the transition incantation?" McGonogall asked. Immediately, Hermoine's hand shot into the air and waved around like a dog's tail.
"I think Hermione might know this one," Draco joked. The two students sitting next to him broke out in laughter, while he, himself, tried to stifle his.
"Mr. Malfoy, if you do not stop this behavior now, you will come up here and demonstrate every incantation in the book. Now any other comments?" McGonagall scolded. Draco slid back into his seat like a snake with his eyes narrowing to small slits for a deathly glare. "Now, the incantation, go ahead Hermione," she said as she walked back to her desk and took a seat. Hermione stood up, straightened out her cloak and walked to the front of the gothic classroom. She pulled her wand out of her pocket and stood silent for a moment studying the surrounding and the class. She lifted up her wand in her right hand and cleared her throat.
"First . . ." she was interrupted by the door slamming open and there stood Dumbledore.
"The young ones, they're here," he smiled.
"Oh wonderful. Students, lets head for the main hall to greet them," McGonagall stood up. As if on cue, the whole class stood up, whether they wanted to or not, and walked out the door not in a line formation or something even remotely close.