Disclaimer: No need for one, seeing as I OWN ALL!!! Yeah, no, I don't.
Sigh.
Hermione's POV: Life is hard. It really, truly is. I mean, here I am, 16 years old, and I fear for my life everyday. Sure, I try my best to act like anybody else, any normal person, but I can never let my guard down completely. I'm one of Harry Potter's best friends, therefore my life is "in constant danger". It could be worse. I could be in Harry's position.
Living such a life as I have for the last two years, I have noticed something. Life is precious. Life is fragile. Life is, above all, short. Sure, I'm still the same Hermione. I still study a lot (well, a lot more than my friends, anyways), but I've also "loosened up", in the words of Ron Weasley, my other best friend. Well, best friend might be too light a term. To be honest, I don't know what we are exactly. We don't act much different than we used to, except we're a little more . . .well, flirty. God, how he'd laugh if he heard ME use that word.
What was I saying? Right. I'm no longer over-worked. Well, maybe a little. But I have changed. I've decided never to let a chance pass me by. And for the record, I do have fun. I'm perfectly happy spending a Saturday afternoon with my two best friends eating Every Flavour Beans and laughing. Which is exactly what we're doing right now.
"Ew, what is this one?!" That's Harry. He seems to be holding up some off- whitish Bean with green speckly things. "Mione, want it?"
Hmmm . . .upon closer inspection, it seems to have both green AND brown speckly things. Ick. Ok, so when I said I wouldn't let chance pass me by, I wasn't thinking about funny coloured, un-distinguishable Every Flavoured Beans. I hand it to Ron.
"You have it. I can't."
Ron, being ever so brave (heh), grabs the thing and sticks it in his mouth. After a minute or so, he turns to the two of us.
"It's not so bad. A little sweet, actually." He faces me. "To bad you missed your chance, huh?"
Well. If this wasn't opportunity knocking, I don't what is. Smiling, I lean forward and kiss Ron. Not sure why. Must be the chance thing I decided on. Pulling away, I look at the two shocked faces who're now staring at me with disbelief. Or is that confusion?
"Yeah Ron. Too bad." I start walking away, then stop and say over my shoulder "Oh, and your right for once, it was pretty sweet."
Hermione's POV: Life is hard. It really, truly is. I mean, here I am, 16 years old, and I fear for my life everyday. Sure, I try my best to act like anybody else, any normal person, but I can never let my guard down completely. I'm one of Harry Potter's best friends, therefore my life is "in constant danger". It could be worse. I could be in Harry's position.
Living such a life as I have for the last two years, I have noticed something. Life is precious. Life is fragile. Life is, above all, short. Sure, I'm still the same Hermione. I still study a lot (well, a lot more than my friends, anyways), but I've also "loosened up", in the words of Ron Weasley, my other best friend. Well, best friend might be too light a term. To be honest, I don't know what we are exactly. We don't act much different than we used to, except we're a little more . . .well, flirty. God, how he'd laugh if he heard ME use that word.
What was I saying? Right. I'm no longer over-worked. Well, maybe a little. But I have changed. I've decided never to let a chance pass me by. And for the record, I do have fun. I'm perfectly happy spending a Saturday afternoon with my two best friends eating Every Flavour Beans and laughing. Which is exactly what we're doing right now.
"Ew, what is this one?!" That's Harry. He seems to be holding up some off- whitish Bean with green speckly things. "Mione, want it?"
Hmmm . . .upon closer inspection, it seems to have both green AND brown speckly things. Ick. Ok, so when I said I wouldn't let chance pass me by, I wasn't thinking about funny coloured, un-distinguishable Every Flavoured Beans. I hand it to Ron.
"You have it. I can't."
Ron, being ever so brave (heh), grabs the thing and sticks it in his mouth. After a minute or so, he turns to the two of us.
"It's not so bad. A little sweet, actually." He faces me. "To bad you missed your chance, huh?"
Well. If this wasn't opportunity knocking, I don't what is. Smiling, I lean forward and kiss Ron. Not sure why. Must be the chance thing I decided on. Pulling away, I look at the two shocked faces who're now staring at me with disbelief. Or is that confusion?
"Yeah Ron. Too bad." I start walking away, then stop and say over my shoulder "Oh, and your right for once, it was pretty sweet."