Ch.4 Prospects?
When Harry entered the Great Hall for dinner, he saw Hermione and Ron quickly devouring their food and desperately trying to leave as soon as possible. "Hey Ron, Hermione," Harry greeted them.
"Oh, um hi, Harry. Well, it's getting late; I better get started on that history of magic essay." Hermione said while gathering her things.
"But that isn't due for another week," Harry stated.
"Only a week left? What was I thinking? See You." And she quickly scampered out of the hall.
"You two didn't get into another row, did you?" Harry questioned.
"No, mum," Ron teased. "We were good little children while you were away."
"Very funny," said Harry.
"I know," said Ron, as he started staring off in space and stirring his pumpkin juice.
"What's wrong with you?" Harry questioned. "You seem so.so happy."
"Well, that would be because I figured out Hermione's secret admirer," Ron stated.
"How did you do that?" Harry asked.
"Elementary, my dear Harry," said Ron. "You see, I simply used the process of elimination."
"And." Harry started.
"And I have come to the conclusion that Hermione's secret admirer is none other than,"
"Mr. Potter, tut-tut, where are your manners?" Professor Snape sneered.
"Excuse me, sir?" Harry inquired.
"Trailing mud everywhere, that's enough for a detention," Snape slurred.
"But professor, it started raining at the end of practice and,"
"I don't tolerate excuses, Potter," Snape spat. "You are to meet in my classroom at 8 o'clock tomorrow night." Harry glared at him as he slithered off to the staff table and began talking to Professor Vector.
"Ugg, you'd think he hated me enough that he wouldn't give a reason for us to spend even more time together." Harry vented.
"Well you know Snape," Ron began, "his day isn't complete without bullying a Gryffindor." "Not just any Gryffindor, though."
A few hours later, Harry and Ron were sitting in their favorite chairs by the fire in the Gryffindor common room with their assignments sprawled out in front of them. Hermione, still fuming at Ron, had decided to study in the library.
"So," started Ron, "I never got to tell you who Hermione's admirer is."
"Oh, yeah, by process of elimination, did you say?" Harry questioned.
"Yeah, so anyway, I started thinking. Who in the world is it? It could be anyone at school, right. So, I began with the Gryffindors, and then branched out until I came to only one conclusion."
"Go on, then," said Harry.
"Neville."
"What?" Harry questioned. "Why would you think that?"
"Well," Ron started, "after Hermione and me had that fight, you see, I started thinking about the Yule Ball. Well, my first thought was dear old Vicky, but Hermione told us that they ended it this summer and that he's now dating a teammate. So then, I realized that I had totally forgotten about Neville asking Hermione to the ball. And then, when I first saw her letter, Neville was acting really shy around Hermione, and practically fled when they accidentally ran into each other."
"Well, dear brother," came a familiar girl's voice from behind them, "I believe that if you put that much thought and analysis into your schoolwork, you wouldn't be having such a hard time!"
"You know, Ginny, eavesdropping isn't really considered studying either, so if you don't mind, maybe you should leave us alone," Ron snapped.
"Actually," Ginny started, "I have a couple of things that I need to say to you, Ron."
"Look, Ginny, I,"
"No, Ron, I really need to say this," Ginny pressed.
"Oh, hurry up then," Ron gave in.
"Ok. Well to start, Ron, you really ought to be nicer to Hermione. I mean, you always make fun of her and stuff and she doesn't act like it offends her, but it really does hurt her, Ron. Second, Hermione got another letter, and she doesn't need,"
"She what?" Ron blurted.
"She got another letter, and"
"I heard you! What does it say this time?" Ron said, getting redder.
"I don't remember, something like, 'You light up my life with every breath you take. When I'm awake you're all I think about. When I'm asleep you're all I dream about,' it was very romantic." Ron was getting redder by the minute and began balling his hands into tight fists.
"Oh, yeah, and Ron," Ginny said as she began walking up to the girl's dormitory, "when are you going to tell Hermione that you like her? It is really bothering me how you can wear your heart on your sleeve when it comes to things like Malfoy and quidditch, but then you just keep these emotions all bottled up inside you." And with that, she promptly shut the door to the dormitory.
When Harry entered the Great Hall for dinner, he saw Hermione and Ron quickly devouring their food and desperately trying to leave as soon as possible. "Hey Ron, Hermione," Harry greeted them.
"Oh, um hi, Harry. Well, it's getting late; I better get started on that history of magic essay." Hermione said while gathering her things.
"But that isn't due for another week," Harry stated.
"Only a week left? What was I thinking? See You." And she quickly scampered out of the hall.
"You two didn't get into another row, did you?" Harry questioned.
"No, mum," Ron teased. "We were good little children while you were away."
"Very funny," said Harry.
"I know," said Ron, as he started staring off in space and stirring his pumpkin juice.
"What's wrong with you?" Harry questioned. "You seem so.so happy."
"Well, that would be because I figured out Hermione's secret admirer," Ron stated.
"How did you do that?" Harry asked.
"Elementary, my dear Harry," said Ron. "You see, I simply used the process of elimination."
"And." Harry started.
"And I have come to the conclusion that Hermione's secret admirer is none other than,"
"Mr. Potter, tut-tut, where are your manners?" Professor Snape sneered.
"Excuse me, sir?" Harry inquired.
"Trailing mud everywhere, that's enough for a detention," Snape slurred.
"But professor, it started raining at the end of practice and,"
"I don't tolerate excuses, Potter," Snape spat. "You are to meet in my classroom at 8 o'clock tomorrow night." Harry glared at him as he slithered off to the staff table and began talking to Professor Vector.
"Ugg, you'd think he hated me enough that he wouldn't give a reason for us to spend even more time together." Harry vented.
"Well you know Snape," Ron began, "his day isn't complete without bullying a Gryffindor." "Not just any Gryffindor, though."
A few hours later, Harry and Ron were sitting in their favorite chairs by the fire in the Gryffindor common room with their assignments sprawled out in front of them. Hermione, still fuming at Ron, had decided to study in the library.
"So," started Ron, "I never got to tell you who Hermione's admirer is."
"Oh, yeah, by process of elimination, did you say?" Harry questioned.
"Yeah, so anyway, I started thinking. Who in the world is it? It could be anyone at school, right. So, I began with the Gryffindors, and then branched out until I came to only one conclusion."
"Go on, then," said Harry.
"Neville."
"What?" Harry questioned. "Why would you think that?"
"Well," Ron started, "after Hermione and me had that fight, you see, I started thinking about the Yule Ball. Well, my first thought was dear old Vicky, but Hermione told us that they ended it this summer and that he's now dating a teammate. So then, I realized that I had totally forgotten about Neville asking Hermione to the ball. And then, when I first saw her letter, Neville was acting really shy around Hermione, and practically fled when they accidentally ran into each other."
"Well, dear brother," came a familiar girl's voice from behind them, "I believe that if you put that much thought and analysis into your schoolwork, you wouldn't be having such a hard time!"
"You know, Ginny, eavesdropping isn't really considered studying either, so if you don't mind, maybe you should leave us alone," Ron snapped.
"Actually," Ginny started, "I have a couple of things that I need to say to you, Ron."
"Look, Ginny, I,"
"No, Ron, I really need to say this," Ginny pressed.
"Oh, hurry up then," Ron gave in.
"Ok. Well to start, Ron, you really ought to be nicer to Hermione. I mean, you always make fun of her and stuff and she doesn't act like it offends her, but it really does hurt her, Ron. Second, Hermione got another letter, and she doesn't need,"
"She what?" Ron blurted.
"She got another letter, and"
"I heard you! What does it say this time?" Ron said, getting redder.
"I don't remember, something like, 'You light up my life with every breath you take. When I'm awake you're all I think about. When I'm asleep you're all I dream about,' it was very romantic." Ron was getting redder by the minute and began balling his hands into tight fists.
"Oh, yeah, and Ron," Ginny said as she began walking up to the girl's dormitory, "when are you going to tell Hermione that you like her? It is really bothering me how you can wear your heart on your sleeve when it comes to things like Malfoy and quidditch, but then you just keep these emotions all bottled up inside you." And with that, she promptly shut the door to the dormitory.