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I'm sorry I forgot they measure papers by feet and not pages. Whoops! I'll
remember to use that type of measurements in future chapters and parts. Well,
I hope you enjoy this next chapter, don't forget to review, thanx again!
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Chapter Two ~ Unfair Truth and Princess Thinking
"I don't know. She did seem awfully disappointed with us," Hermione replied.
Each and everyone of the seventh year Gryffindor students were in a horrible
mood. Professor Snape had reported to Professor McGonagall that they had
been unreasonably noisy and disturbing during Doubles Potions that morning.
Then Draco Malfoy kindly informed all the seventh year Gryffindors that
Snape was talking to McGonagall about not letting any of them attend the
Quidditch Match. Lavender Brown seconded that when she also saw Snape and
McGonagall talking in the Transfiguration classrooms after class.
At the present moment they were eating dinner in the Great Hall at the Gryffindor
table and all discussing the matter angrily. Neville Longbottom was not
one of the ones there for he had to go to a Charms tutoring class. His grades
were slipping - as usual.
"It's not fair at all! Snape's just out there to get us!" Harry exclaimed
angrily.
Hermione was about to make Harry feel better by saying something kind as
she always did in a time like this when Parvati Patil, the most beautiful
seventh year out of all (joined by her Ravenclaw twin, Padma Patil) the
students at Hogwarts, came up to Harry, Ron, and Hermione with a fake smile
pasted across her face.
Ohhh, how Hermione detested Parvati. She was so beautiful and always knew
exactly how to get Harry's attention.
"Guess what Harry?" Parvati asked in her regular voice which was so obnoxious
to Hermione.
Harry cheered up a bit. He let Parvati share his seat with him when she
sat down.
"Well..." Parvati began with a shake of her long pretty black hair, "I talked
to Professor McGonagall right after Professor Snape left. The last words
I heard from their conversation were McGonagall's, and she said, 'I'll see
what I can do'. Whatever that was supposed to mean. Anyway, I talked
to McGonagall and I told her that it was not the entire Gryffindor
seventh year's fault, but only Neville's!"
Harry jumped up excitedly. "That's great Parvati!"
"Well, I knew how much you wanted to be able to play in Sunday's game...
so I just had to persuade McGonagall to let you guys off the hook. It's
not like it matters if Neville misses it. He's not even on the team," Parvati
said.
Harry and Ron were slapping each other high fives when they saw Hermione
looking unhappily at the two of them.
"What?" Ron asked.
"It's not fair for just Neville to get in trouble. None of us should get
in trouble. You know that, right?" Hermione insisted.
"Hermione! Why does it matter? We get to play in the Quidditch Game!" Ron
exclaimed impatiently.
"Yeah Herm! Lighten up why don't ya? Besides, Neville was going to have
to sit out of the game anyway," Harry pointed out.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Well, I have to go study now," she snapped sharply.
Then she left the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall and headed straight
for Gryffindor Tower.
"What's with her?" Ron asked.
Harry shrugged and looked after Hermione as she disappeared amongst the
crowds.
Hermione sat on her bed in the girls' dormitories.
Even though she ran off angrily, a part of her wanted to go back to Harry
and tell him what she really felt about her. Hermione stood up slowly
and gazed at herself in the mirror.
"What are you lookin' at?" the mirror inquired in it's usual sarcastic
droll.
"Just wondering..." Hermione trailed off.
"About Potter of course," the mirror said.
"What do you know? You're just a mirror," Hermione snapped.
But the mirror was right. Hermione was thinking of him, or what he said
rather...
"Lighten up why don't ya?" Harry had asked.
The words were still ringing unpleasantly in her ears.
Well, what does he think I've been doing these past years? Ever since
our first year, I've been doing nothing but 'lightening up'. And it's
all so that maybe one day he'll notice me, or give me a smile, or a laugh,
or I don't know - something! And he has smiled and laughed, but not the
way he does with Parvati.
"Stupid Parvati Patil!" Hermione snapped out loud.
Just then she noticed that someone was in the room with her. She gulped
nervously as she saw a dark, long, and thick braid, and small perfect
lips.
"Did you want to say something about me?" Parvati asked coldly.
A/N: Well, that's all folks! At least, all of the second chapter. I hope you liked it. Unfortunately fanfiction.net isn't working at the moment so I'm going to have to post this another time... Well, since you've gotten a chance to read it, please r/r! I seriously love all the reviews, even c/c. I hope I get the next chapter up soon, but I've got another story I want to put another chapter up on. Well, bye! Ohhhhh ya, before I forget. I want to write some more stories, other than the ones I'm working on right now. Problem is, I'm not the best person when it comes to thinking of plots. Either that, or my plots are good, but I just think they're bad or something. Anywho... if you have a plot idea that you don't want to write, but would like someone else to write, just give me the idea when you review, and I will try to make a story out of it. You can even tell me if you want it to be chapters or just one story or parts or whatever. Well, that's it for now, thanx, and finally ~ BYE!
