***You all know I don't own the characters, they belong to a well known and
lover author, J.K Rowling.
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In the morning when they awoke the next day the Gryffendore common room was full of chatter. Harry, who had slept late, when around to find George and Fred, "Hey, What's every one talking about?" he asked sleepily. "Well, there's a rumor going around that Quiddich is banned in all schools. Apparently at the Russian school, a young girl died!" George said. "NO! They can't have cancelled Quiddich! I'm the seeker, I LOVE Quiddich." Harry and Ron sat down in a corner, Harry- with a deep look of shock and almost terror on his face. "I think they might be telling the truth Harry." Ron commented, "Most of the rumors that travel round are true, you know, especially if the head boy and girl aren't even notified." "I hope your wrong Ron, I hope your dead wrong." To Harry's delight double potions with Snape had been cancelled. And all students were summoned to the great hall for an emergency assembly. "Student's of Hogwarts, I would like to confirm the rumors around the school both true and not true. Yes it is true that a girl has died playing Quiddich in Russia, but it is certainly not true that Quiddich this season is cancelled! We will play and honorary Gryffendore vs. Huffelpuff game in her memory." Announced Dumbeldore "You may all return to your classes." Just as they entered a few minuets ago the school up roared in movement and squeezed through the doors like juice through a juicer. Harry's mind filled with thoughts of happiness. He loved Quiddich, he was the best and youngest seeker in a century for fucks sake! Then as Harry drifted back to reality realizing he had potions next, squished all the happy thoughts out of his head until later. Snape was standing at the front of the dim, damp dungeon. "Well, nice to know they cut MY class short for such a 'meaningful' purpose." He said bitterly (as he always did. Bastard!) As they copied the Ingrediance for 'possession spells' onto parchment, an owl flew into the room and dropped a small envelope in front of Harry. "Well Potter, seems your to popular to bare, can you leave your 'fan mail' until after my class? 10 points from Gryffendore." Snape said approaching Harry with cold, swish movements. "Sorry sir." Harry replied, shoving the envelope into this bag. After another hour of endless discouragement and a pile of points off Gryffendore, the class ended. "Who's that letter from?" Ron asked as he caught up to Harry who was pacing back to the common room, "I don't know" he replied rummaging around in his bag to find the letter (a little crumpled). They sat down at a far desk and Harry tore at the wax that sealed the anonymous letter. It read:
Dear Harry, This may not be your first love letter but as long as I still breath it won't be the last. I am deeply in love with you but so afraid of rejection. You know who I am but its not who you think. I will always love you more than you know. Don't look so surprised, I can see you know. Princess Xxxxxxxxxx
"That's kinda spooky Harry, She, He or it is .watching you!" said Ron who had been reading over his shoulder. "I know, who ever this bitch is she's gonna get caught sooner or later." He replied half angrily and half flattered. They walked their late asses down to Herboligy, 5 points were taken from Gryffendore but it was worth it. At lunch Harry went up to the library to study for his astronomy project, when he heard a voice come from behind the bookshelf on his right. "Look I sent a letter to Harry, It was a .love letter." I think he knows it's me!" Harry worked out who it was straight away, he'd listened to it bitch about exams for 6 years.. Hermione. Harry stepped into view, Hermione went as white as Sir Nicholas. "We need to talk Hermione," he said calmly. She followed him to the head boy and girl's dorm (Harry if you hadn't guessed was head boy, and for those who haven't figured it out Herminone's head girl) He closed the door behind them after telling the portrait the password 'Gryffendore'. "Look Harry I can explain. I.I." Harry leaned forward and kissed her, she kissed back and they began to undress each other when. "Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger explain yourselves at once!" Demanded a familiar voice "Oh, ah Professor Magonigal we were just.." Began Hermione "I don't really care what you were doing, why were you not in class?" she asked. She knew very well what they were doing, and that it was an embarrassing situation for all of them. "Oh, sorry professor I.. Err we, didn't hear the bell." Said Harry. "10 points from Gryffendore, both of you get to class, and next time do that in your own time!" she stressed, Hermione (who was trying to get her top back done up, followed Harry to Care of Magical creatures. They both disappeared in a fit of giggles as they walked to Hagrid's cabin. When they arrived they saw Ron, looking awfully angry, sitting with Neville listening to him babble on about his Grandma. "Where have you two been? And Hermione why is your hair all messy and your.your." he said pointing to Herminone's chest. She looked down, horrified she realized her top hadn't been done up properly and her florescent pink bra was clearly showing. "Ummmm well I. um." she began "She was helping me, I had to do some practice for Quiddich" said Harry calmly. Ron knew they were lying their asses off but he went along with it. "Harry." Ron began as they went up to the boys dorm, "What is it Ron, spit it out." replied Harry. "What really happened with you and Hermione today?" asked Ron in a please tell me voice. "It's like I told you she was helping me with my Quiddich practice." Said Harry hoping Ron was as gullible as he used to be "Harry we both know that's not true, I spoke to Fred and George there was no Quiddich practice." "I'll tell you later," said Harry in his I-want-to-change-the-subject voice.
In the morning when they awoke the next day the Gryffendore common room was full of chatter. Harry, who had slept late, when around to find George and Fred, "Hey, What's every one talking about?" he asked sleepily. "Well, there's a rumor going around that Quiddich is banned in all schools. Apparently at the Russian school, a young girl died!" George said. "NO! They can't have cancelled Quiddich! I'm the seeker, I LOVE Quiddich." Harry and Ron sat down in a corner, Harry- with a deep look of shock and almost terror on his face. "I think they might be telling the truth Harry." Ron commented, "Most of the rumors that travel round are true, you know, especially if the head boy and girl aren't even notified." "I hope your wrong Ron, I hope your dead wrong." To Harry's delight double potions with Snape had been cancelled. And all students were summoned to the great hall for an emergency assembly. "Student's of Hogwarts, I would like to confirm the rumors around the school both true and not true. Yes it is true that a girl has died playing Quiddich in Russia, but it is certainly not true that Quiddich this season is cancelled! We will play and honorary Gryffendore vs. Huffelpuff game in her memory." Announced Dumbeldore "You may all return to your classes." Just as they entered a few minuets ago the school up roared in movement and squeezed through the doors like juice through a juicer. Harry's mind filled with thoughts of happiness. He loved Quiddich, he was the best and youngest seeker in a century for fucks sake! Then as Harry drifted back to reality realizing he had potions next, squished all the happy thoughts out of his head until later. Snape was standing at the front of the dim, damp dungeon. "Well, nice to know they cut MY class short for such a 'meaningful' purpose." He said bitterly (as he always did. Bastard!) As they copied the Ingrediance for 'possession spells' onto parchment, an owl flew into the room and dropped a small envelope in front of Harry. "Well Potter, seems your to popular to bare, can you leave your 'fan mail' until after my class? 10 points from Gryffendore." Snape said approaching Harry with cold, swish movements. "Sorry sir." Harry replied, shoving the envelope into this bag. After another hour of endless discouragement and a pile of points off Gryffendore, the class ended. "Who's that letter from?" Ron asked as he caught up to Harry who was pacing back to the common room, "I don't know" he replied rummaging around in his bag to find the letter (a little crumpled). They sat down at a far desk and Harry tore at the wax that sealed the anonymous letter. It read:
Dear Harry, This may not be your first love letter but as long as I still breath it won't be the last. I am deeply in love with you but so afraid of rejection. You know who I am but its not who you think. I will always love you more than you know. Don't look so surprised, I can see you know. Princess Xxxxxxxxxx
"That's kinda spooky Harry, She, He or it is .watching you!" said Ron who had been reading over his shoulder. "I know, who ever this bitch is she's gonna get caught sooner or later." He replied half angrily and half flattered. They walked their late asses down to Herboligy, 5 points were taken from Gryffendore but it was worth it. At lunch Harry went up to the library to study for his astronomy project, when he heard a voice come from behind the bookshelf on his right. "Look I sent a letter to Harry, It was a .love letter." I think he knows it's me!" Harry worked out who it was straight away, he'd listened to it bitch about exams for 6 years.. Hermione. Harry stepped into view, Hermione went as white as Sir Nicholas. "We need to talk Hermione," he said calmly. She followed him to the head boy and girl's dorm (Harry if you hadn't guessed was head boy, and for those who haven't figured it out Herminone's head girl) He closed the door behind them after telling the portrait the password 'Gryffendore'. "Look Harry I can explain. I.I." Harry leaned forward and kissed her, she kissed back and they began to undress each other when. "Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger explain yourselves at once!" Demanded a familiar voice "Oh, ah Professor Magonigal we were just.." Began Hermione "I don't really care what you were doing, why were you not in class?" she asked. She knew very well what they were doing, and that it was an embarrassing situation for all of them. "Oh, sorry professor I.. Err we, didn't hear the bell." Said Harry. "10 points from Gryffendore, both of you get to class, and next time do that in your own time!" she stressed, Hermione (who was trying to get her top back done up, followed Harry to Care of Magical creatures. They both disappeared in a fit of giggles as they walked to Hagrid's cabin. When they arrived they saw Ron, looking awfully angry, sitting with Neville listening to him babble on about his Grandma. "Where have you two been? And Hermione why is your hair all messy and your.your." he said pointing to Herminone's chest. She looked down, horrified she realized her top hadn't been done up properly and her florescent pink bra was clearly showing. "Ummmm well I. um." she began "She was helping me, I had to do some practice for Quiddich" said Harry calmly. Ron knew they were lying their asses off but he went along with it. "Harry." Ron began as they went up to the boys dorm, "What is it Ron, spit it out." replied Harry. "What really happened with you and Hermione today?" asked Ron in a please tell me voice. "It's like I told you she was helping me with my Quiddich practice." Said Harry hoping Ron was as gullible as he used to be "Harry we both know that's not true, I spoke to Fred and George there was no Quiddich practice." "I'll tell you later," said Harry in his I-want-to-change-the-subject voice.