Author's Note: Another cliffhanger in this one, sorry. I like cliffhangers. I still need a Beta reader. supermanfrenchy@hotmail.com . Until I get one, deal with the spelling errors and grammar errors that I miss. Your reviews were very helpful. Thank you apostrophe, and The Gimli Glomper
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From the Messed up Files of Love and Hogwarts
Chapter Two; Interesting Findings
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Alyssa walked up to the chair where the Sorting Hat was stationed, her long legs slowly moving one in front of the other. She more than likely had to force them to move. You could tell she was nervous but amazingly, she didn't look it. She sat down, and Professor McGonagall placed the hat on her head.
"Hmm," it whispered into her ear. "You could do very well in Ravenclaw, you're very smart. You're also nice, which is a good trait in Hufflepuff's. I don't know though, I see a trace of cunning in you, might be Slytherin. But, they're also is a trait of friendship. Must be RAVENCLAW," the hat shouted to the audience. All of the Ravenclaw's clapped loudly, some of the other houses clapped just to be nice. Harry looked over at Ron. Ron looked as if someone has just blown him a balloon and then he had sat on it.
"Don't worry, Ron. You can still talk to her," Hermione said sympathetically. Obviously, she was trying to make him feel better, but it wasn't working much.
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After two weeks into the term, everything was back to relative normalcy. Ron still never did his homework, Hermione was still a study freak, and Harry was still stuck up in Quidditch.
"Hermione, can I borrow your Potions notes?" Ron asked hopefully.
"No."
"Defense Against the Dark Arts?"
"No."
"Herbology?"
"No."
"Any of them?"
"No."
"Come on, Hermione. I only need to copy a few of them," He said to her.
"Ron, when will you learn that a few does not mean the whole thing, in any way, shape, or form?" She asked looking at him for an answer.
"Oh, come on! Harry would give me his notes to copy!"
"Do you really want to copy Harry's notes? No offence, Harry," she added.
"None taken," Harry said before going back to his homework.
"Hermione," Ron said impatiently.
"Just lay off it, Ron. I'm not giving you any of my notes," she said and Ron sighed before he turned to Harry and got his notes. "Harry, isn't your first Quidditch match tomorrow?" Hermione asked. Ron wasn't paying attention though; all of his energy was in copying Harry's notes.
"Yeah, why?" he asked her skeptically. Normally, Hermione hated Quidditch, and never asked about it, except for the day before it happened. Somehow, he was amazed at the fact that she remembered it was tomorrow.
"Oh, just wondering. Who's it against?" she asked him.
"Ravenclaw," he said simply. One simple statement and Ron almost dropped his book and scrolls. He jumped up.
"Ravenclaw? Ravenclaw? I got to go, got to fix my hair, got to take a shower, bye," Ron said while he left. Harry and Hermione just stared at each other. Then they started to laugh at the stupidity of their friend.
"Hey Hermione," Harry said to her, "I've got a favor to ask you," he added.
"Yes, what is it, Harry?"
"Well, see, tomorrow I have a date. For one, you have to promise not to tell Ron," he said to her. Hermione thought it was odd that Harry had a date. And, for once, a spark of jealousy came up in her head.
"I won't Harry," she told him assuredly.
"Well, I have a date with Alyssa Gold. After the Quidditch match," he told Hermione.
"Oh, where do you plan on taking her?" Hermione asked, really not wanting to know, though.
"Just around the grounds a bit," he said simply.
"How do you plan on keeping Ron from seeing you two, and being unexplainably mad?" she asked, again, not wanting to know for sure.
"Well, I figured that's where you could help me," he said, staring at his friend seriously. "Please Hermione, this is the only thing I've ever asked you to do for me!"
"Alright, Alright. But, you'll owe me,"
"I know, I know. Don't worry, I'll pay you back!" he said before going downstairs. He didn't even bother to tell her where he was going.
Hermione sat all night trying to figure out how to keep Ron inside the castle on such a nice day. She had an idea right before it hit midnight, but she'd have to pull a lot of favors, and get it ready before the end of the Quidditch match.
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"Come on, Ron. It's time to go the Quidditch match,' Hermione said, sneaking into the boys dormitory.
"You're not supposed to sneak in here!" Ron said jumping up, covering his boxers as if Hermione had never seen boxers before. Of course, Hermione had heard this before, because she always snuck in to wake up Harry and Ron. After about a half hour wait, Ron came out looking like he took a fresh shower and everything.
"Ron, we're going to be late," Hermione said impatiently.
"I know, I know," he said rushing towards the portrait. They got to the Quidditch field about forty-five minutes late. Which was a good thing, because the first half an hour was boring, or so Hagrid informed them, whenever they took a seat beside him in the bleachers.
Finally the game was over, with Gryffindor the winner. Hermione knew her plan had to be put into action, even though she felt bad for Ron.
"Come on Ron, we got to go meet Harry," She said grabbing a hold of his arm. Ron ran along with her until she stopped to look around for something.
"What are you looking for?" Ron asked her.
"My parchment. I just had it, now I can' find it. Please go back and look for it, for me, Ron," she asked him. About five minutes later he came back holding her notes. She thanked him and as she was thanking him, someone came over to them.
"Ronald. Can I talk to you for a second?" the sweet voice, also known as Cho Chang, asked Ron. Ron walked off with her, and Hermione went back upstairs, hoping that Cho would keep him occupied long enough for Harry to come back from wherever he was with Alyssa.
Harry came back with mud all over him. His glasses were broken, and he looked like he had a nasty red mark on his cheek, around his eye.
"Harry… what happened?" Hermione asked him.