After another stifling hour of sitting in the hot and humid Divination
classroom, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley started walking down the twisting
staircase, once again laughing at and annoyed with the class's events.
Professor Trelawney had, ever since their first class, some how predicted
that Harry was going to fall to great peril.
"Do you realize she told me that I was going to die eight times today!" exclaimed Harry, "EIGHT!"
"Yeah, it must be some kind of record. But at least were passing," Ron said thoughtfully, "I can't believe she's buying all the stuff we make up! I'm beginning to think Hermione's the smart one, taking Arithmancy instead."
"Ron, Hermione is the smart one." Seeing her, "Speaking of."
As they descended down the final steps of the colossal stairway, Harry saw Hermione Granger walking towards them, her arms, as usual, full of books for her various classes.
"Hi guys, how was it today?" she asked with caution. During her third year at Hogwarts, the randomness and uncertainty of Divination had been part of the reason Hermione had been quite close to a nervous breakdown. Finally being too much for her, she had quit in the middle of a particularly bogus class and stormed out the door. Seeing the downcast looks on her friend's faces as their answer,
"That bad? I keep telling you take Arithmancy instead of that class." She rolled her eyes just thinking of the Professor, who looked much like a overgrown insect, predicting false futures for her and her classmates.
At this remark, both Harry and Ron started laughing. "What??" said Hermione, looking at them speciously, for their manner had significantly changed in a half second.
"Nothing," Ron replied, still chuckling.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way into the Great Hall and sat down at the large Gryffindor table for their lunch. As they were helping themselves to a wide selection of sandwiches, a tan, ruffled owl, with many feathers missing, came fluttering down to where Hermione sat.
For it was strange to see an owl delivering mail over any other meal but breakfast, Ron, with a quizzical look, asked,
"Who's it from?" He then looked at the owl, unable to recognize it.
"It's addressed from my mum," replied Hermione, although it definitely wasn't from Hermione's mother. Even though it was addressed from her, it unquestionably wasn't her handwriting, though it looked strangely familiar.
Dear Hermione, I need you to sneak into Hogsmeade to see me. Preferably, not on a Hogsmeade weekend. There is something I wish to discuss with you, about Harry. I'm worried about him and his safety. Send your reply via this owl, he's mine. As a prefect, I see you having no trouble doing this, as you have done some sneaking around before.if you can manage it, 10:00 out by the Shrieking Shack.
Sirius
Hermione looked up from her letter. Sirius had never written her alone before, was something really wrong? Harry, seeing his friend's careful expression, interrupted her thoughts.
" Everything all right Hermione?" he asked, looking at her with his bright green eyes that he had inherited from his mother.
"Umm.yeah. My aunt's sick, that's all. Ate a funny whelk.Oh no!" she said thinking quickly, " I forgot my potions essay in the common room! See you in class!" She picked up her bag and ran out of the hall, holding the windswept owl carefully.
"That was weird," remarked Ron, watching the doors close behind her.
"Ron?" said Harry, who was absentmindedly playing with his food, "since when does Hermione's mum have an owl?"
"I dunno" he replied, "She probably got one so she could write to Hermione during the term."
"Oh right." Said Harry, shrugging his shoulders, as the conversation then turned to Quidditch.
Meanwhile, Hermione opened the door to the owlery and scribbled a letter back to Sirius.
Dear Sirius,
All right, 10:00 in front of the Shrieking Shack. I'll just borrow the cloak. I'll also bring some food; I trust you could need some.
Hermione
Attaching the note to Sirius' owl's skinny leg, she tried to think how she would ask Harry to borrow his father's Invisibility Cloak. " I'll just tell him that I forgot books in the library," she thought to herself, although she didn't like the idea of lying to one of her best friends. "And I fell asleep finishing my essay, it wont be too hard."
As she made her way down to the Potions dungeon, she was caught behind a particularly giddy Lavender Brown and Parvati Patail gossiping. Wanting not to be dragged into their conversation, she slowed down her step.
"Parvati, I don't want to sound stupid, but have you noticed that Harry has gotten to be, like, kinda cute?"
"Of course I've noticed! Imagine, being married to the Famous Harry Potter!"
"Yuck," thought Hermione, "Those tow, always talking about boys.and now Harry?" But then, they haven't been the only ones who noticed that Harry.grew over the past summer. At only fifteen, he was six feet tall, his face, not as round, but had more angle to it, like the pictures she had seen of his father. No longer the skinny boy he once was, four years of Quidditch training had made him quite muscular. "Stop it!" she thought to herself, again, before sitting down next to him. "He's your best friend!" Glancing over at him, she smiled, as Harry grinned back. No, no, no! You are not going to be crushing over him! She quickly turned her face away so he couldn't see her blushing.
Thursday evening in the common room, Hermione glanced at her watch. It was eight thirty.
"Harry?" she asked over a large pile of homework from the Professor Snape. "Can I borrow the Cloak? I forgot my Charms homework in the library."
"Oh sure," he said, looking at her, "take the map too, it always helps." He winked.
"Thanks," she said running up the staircase and turning into the boy's dormitories, blushing.
"I saw that." Said Ron suddenly, staring at Harry over his potions essays.
"Saw what?"
"The way you were looking at her, no, staring at her all evening."
Harry had to admit tit to himself. He was staring at her. NO longer a little skinny, bushy haired girl, although it was still frizzy, Hermione had grown in height, and other places as well. Harry grinned.
"Ha! I knew you've grown fond of her!" he yelled loudly as Hermione ran back down the stairs.
"Ron! Be quiet!" Harry whispered. "And don't say anything!" Ron grinned.
"Do you realize she told me that I was going to die eight times today!" exclaimed Harry, "EIGHT!"
"Yeah, it must be some kind of record. But at least were passing," Ron said thoughtfully, "I can't believe she's buying all the stuff we make up! I'm beginning to think Hermione's the smart one, taking Arithmancy instead."
"Ron, Hermione is the smart one." Seeing her, "Speaking of."
As they descended down the final steps of the colossal stairway, Harry saw Hermione Granger walking towards them, her arms, as usual, full of books for her various classes.
"Hi guys, how was it today?" she asked with caution. During her third year at Hogwarts, the randomness and uncertainty of Divination had been part of the reason Hermione had been quite close to a nervous breakdown. Finally being too much for her, she had quit in the middle of a particularly bogus class and stormed out the door. Seeing the downcast looks on her friend's faces as their answer,
"That bad? I keep telling you take Arithmancy instead of that class." She rolled her eyes just thinking of the Professor, who looked much like a overgrown insect, predicting false futures for her and her classmates.
At this remark, both Harry and Ron started laughing. "What??" said Hermione, looking at them speciously, for their manner had significantly changed in a half second.
"Nothing," Ron replied, still chuckling.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way into the Great Hall and sat down at the large Gryffindor table for their lunch. As they were helping themselves to a wide selection of sandwiches, a tan, ruffled owl, with many feathers missing, came fluttering down to where Hermione sat.
For it was strange to see an owl delivering mail over any other meal but breakfast, Ron, with a quizzical look, asked,
"Who's it from?" He then looked at the owl, unable to recognize it.
"It's addressed from my mum," replied Hermione, although it definitely wasn't from Hermione's mother. Even though it was addressed from her, it unquestionably wasn't her handwriting, though it looked strangely familiar.
Dear Hermione, I need you to sneak into Hogsmeade to see me. Preferably, not on a Hogsmeade weekend. There is something I wish to discuss with you, about Harry. I'm worried about him and his safety. Send your reply via this owl, he's mine. As a prefect, I see you having no trouble doing this, as you have done some sneaking around before.if you can manage it, 10:00 out by the Shrieking Shack.
Sirius
Hermione looked up from her letter. Sirius had never written her alone before, was something really wrong? Harry, seeing his friend's careful expression, interrupted her thoughts.
" Everything all right Hermione?" he asked, looking at her with his bright green eyes that he had inherited from his mother.
"Umm.yeah. My aunt's sick, that's all. Ate a funny whelk.Oh no!" she said thinking quickly, " I forgot my potions essay in the common room! See you in class!" She picked up her bag and ran out of the hall, holding the windswept owl carefully.
"That was weird," remarked Ron, watching the doors close behind her.
"Ron?" said Harry, who was absentmindedly playing with his food, "since when does Hermione's mum have an owl?"
"I dunno" he replied, "She probably got one so she could write to Hermione during the term."
"Oh right." Said Harry, shrugging his shoulders, as the conversation then turned to Quidditch.
Meanwhile, Hermione opened the door to the owlery and scribbled a letter back to Sirius.
Dear Sirius,
All right, 10:00 in front of the Shrieking Shack. I'll just borrow the cloak. I'll also bring some food; I trust you could need some.
Hermione
Attaching the note to Sirius' owl's skinny leg, she tried to think how she would ask Harry to borrow his father's Invisibility Cloak. " I'll just tell him that I forgot books in the library," she thought to herself, although she didn't like the idea of lying to one of her best friends. "And I fell asleep finishing my essay, it wont be too hard."
As she made her way down to the Potions dungeon, she was caught behind a particularly giddy Lavender Brown and Parvati Patail gossiping. Wanting not to be dragged into their conversation, she slowed down her step.
"Parvati, I don't want to sound stupid, but have you noticed that Harry has gotten to be, like, kinda cute?"
"Of course I've noticed! Imagine, being married to the Famous Harry Potter!"
"Yuck," thought Hermione, "Those tow, always talking about boys.and now Harry?" But then, they haven't been the only ones who noticed that Harry.grew over the past summer. At only fifteen, he was six feet tall, his face, not as round, but had more angle to it, like the pictures she had seen of his father. No longer the skinny boy he once was, four years of Quidditch training had made him quite muscular. "Stop it!" she thought to herself, again, before sitting down next to him. "He's your best friend!" Glancing over at him, she smiled, as Harry grinned back. No, no, no! You are not going to be crushing over him! She quickly turned her face away so he couldn't see her blushing.
Thursday evening in the common room, Hermione glanced at her watch. It was eight thirty.
"Harry?" she asked over a large pile of homework from the Professor Snape. "Can I borrow the Cloak? I forgot my Charms homework in the library."
"Oh sure," he said, looking at her, "take the map too, it always helps." He winked.
"Thanks," she said running up the staircase and turning into the boy's dormitories, blushing.
"I saw that." Said Ron suddenly, staring at Harry over his potions essays.
"Saw what?"
"The way you were looking at her, no, staring at her all evening."
Harry had to admit tit to himself. He was staring at her. NO longer a little skinny, bushy haired girl, although it was still frizzy, Hermione had grown in height, and other places as well. Harry grinned.
"Ha! I knew you've grown fond of her!" he yelled loudly as Hermione ran back down the stairs.
"Ron! Be quiet!" Harry whispered. "And don't say anything!" Ron grinned.