Chapter 3 – Harry

3 hours later, Harry's stomach rumbled. He glanced at the clock at the bottom of his laptop screen. 19:07. "Spose I'd better make some dinner," he said aloud to no-one in particular. As he wandered down the corridor he could hear the faint chatter of people in the kitchen. Usually Harry would have been annoyed, but for some reason, today he felt sociable. He pushed the door open and stepped in. Hermione was sat at the table in the middle of the communal kitchen, surrounded by what could only be described as the entire contents of the library. Over the hob, the small ginger-haired girl stirred a pan of red tomato-looking sauce with one hand whilst trying to tear the top off a bag of insta-rice with her teeth. She was failing to do so. "Her-ngh-io-nghe" she said, "I can't open it." She threw it down on the side and glared at it, as if she could somehow open it by magic. Without Hermione looking up from her book she pointed towards a draw on the other side of the kitchen. "I told you Ginny, just use some scissors." "Ginny," thought Harry, "that's her name." He really was awful with names. Ginny reluctantly trudged over to the drawer. "But it's meant to come off!" she whined."

Harry surveyed the scene whilst perched on the edge of one of the counters that ran around the open plan kitchen. His stomach rumbled again, louder this time, so he made his way across the kitchen towards the cupboard that was situated above the hob. "They're not here Hermione," Ginny said. Hermione placed her book down and Harry glanced at the book she was reading. "Contractual Law." "Knew it," thought Harry, as he grabbed a Pot Noodle from the cupboard, and headed over to the kettle. However, before he could get there, the pan on the hob hissed and rattled, and the sauce began to pour out, over the top and down the sides. "Shit!" cried Ginny as she ran across the kitchen. Luckily, Harry lifted the pan up off the hob and turned the heat down and then off. "Shit!" Ginny repeated, as Harry lowered the pan onto a vacant ring. "What happened?" she said, as if it was somehow Harry's fault. "Me?" Harry said, "I did nothing! It just boiled over, that's all." Ginny's tone of voice calmed down, but was still heavy with suspicion. "Oh…well. Thanks." Harry shrugged before settling about preparing his dinner.

It was silent in the kitchen, and Harry had the distinct impression that he was the cause of this. He couldn't wait to finish his dinner and jump in bed. He yawned and stretched, as a wave of tiredness washed over him. It was always the days where you do nothing which make you feel the most tired, Harry thought, as he grabbed his fork and stirred his dinner thoughtfully. Some of the contents sloshed over the side, and Harry scooped it up with his fork, blew on it, and shovelled it into his mouth. He heard an audible groan from behind him and he smiled silently, somewhat pleased that he had elicited such a reaction from what he could only assume was Hermione. Pot Noodle preparation complete, he picked it up, more carefully this time, and headed to the door, murmuring a goodbye to the pair of girls as he went. Back in the comfort of his own room, he drew the curtains before settling down for dinner. Now wasn't this what university life was meant to be like?


A/N: Thanks to Kayla for going over this for me. Got lots more chapters written up but spacing them out for uploading. Hope you like them