/////// Sorry that it took long time to write chapter 3, but I got mental block for a while in this story and couldn't continue. But now it is here, so enjoy.......and review if you want chapter 4. I will send chapter 4 soon, in two days maybe or so. ////////////////////////////7
Chapter 3
Ron waited for Harry impatient, everyone had already gone to eat breakfast, but not them because Harry was still asleep. Ron looked at his watch, it was 8.00 am, if Harry didn't hurry they were also going to be late for class. He ran to the dormitory and saw the famous boy lie in his bed, much asleep.
- Harry, wake up.
Ron pull Harry's blanket away, but still he didn't open his eyes.
- HARRY!
Ron shouted as much as he could in the poor boy's ear. Harry woke up with his eyes in double size of shock, he could still feel Ron's voice trembling in his ear.
- What's the matter with you! Wha.. what time is it?
Ron pointed out the time in his watch, much to furious to say anything.
- What! Eight o' clock!
With that Harry jumped up of the bed and started to get dress. He put on his dark blue cope and matching pants. Nervous and with the knowledge that his poor stomach was shouting for food, he broke the record of changing clothes. Ron sat on Harry's bed while waiting for him and felt a bolt beneath the mattress. He slowly lifted the mattress up and found a white bag with what looked like papers inside. Harry who just had gone out from the bathroom saw Ron lifting an object in the mirror in front of the large dormitory cupboard, with a questionable expression for a minute.
- Ron! NO!
Suddenly began a thousands of microscopic Ormigo animals to crawl out from the white bag. Ron jumped back screaming and sending the white bag flying across the room. He jumped on the bed looking under it not even realising that his wand had three Ormigo animals crawling on it when he grabbed it. Harry took his own wand and shooting " Parazilasi" charms on the small creatures who every time became more.
- What the hell is that !
Ron said hysterical , his face suddenly pale when Harry answered him.
- Or...Or...Ormigo animals? I...I... hate those bloody creatures!
Harry turned his head to Ron who had his blue pillow as a cover. His arms tightened around it so much that the former puffy pillow looked now like a thin spaghetti straw.
- If you don't like them so much you can maybe, I mean maybe , try to help me get rid of these stupid creatures!
Ron just shook his head as in a no. He had had an experience with this kinds of animals when he was a young wizard boy. Fred and George had lured him that it was candy and made him actually eat one, the animals long trunk nose and thin wings made Ron think that it was dandy lolobees. Still today he could feel how they tasted in his mouth ...
Harry was now irritated, becoming aware that they were going to be late and punished for making a disaster of the dormitory. And of course, he had almost forgot, they were going to have Snape's ugly face in front of them since they had position as first lesson, typical. His hand had become red for commanding so much " Parazilasi", but it was the only way to make the Ormig animals stop. Harry didn't want to kill the creatures, it had been Hagrid who had given him them as pets in his fifteen year birthday. He had put them in the bag and under the mattress when one of them bit him on the foot. Eventually he had forgotten about them for a while, until now of course.
- Parazilasi!
Ron shouted several times suddenly becoming very brave. With him they made the Ormig animals stop very soon. The creatures became paralysed and later they could easily take them away and through them in the forbidden forest, there they could live happily, not disturbing anyone around (except Hagrid maybe, but he loved those creatures though ).
Harry turned his head to Ron, wondering why he had decided to give him a hand. Then he saw it. Hermione was standing in the door way, laughing herself down. Harry felt chills creeping under his back, but not for seeing her so much, but for seeing Ron's reaction when she was around. But when he thought more carefully Harry decided that it was nothing. Those two had always fought with eachother (even if they were friends ) and the thought that Ron had some interest in Hermione was...was...laughable! Instead of saying something Harry kept quiet, he knew that if he joked with Ron about how fast his fear had disappeared it will seem that Harry for in a sort of a way cared.
- What are you two doing !
Hermione said between giggles. She held her hands around her stomach, seeing Harry and Ron's desperate looks trying now instead to zap that ugly monsters away while becoming more nervous, sweat running from their forehead. Some how now when practical all the Ormig animals were paralysed they seemed more.
- Instead for giving your self a good laugh, you can help us. If you didn't notice we must now take the Ormig animals, who we didn't zap away, to the forest.
Hermione gave Ron a self confident smile while passing through him and Harry, giving a snobbish look of "those people who knew everything".
- Simple. Desparaste bousque!
Within a few seconds all the Ormigs animals were gone from the messy room where they had crawled around wildly.
- Tss.. We were actually going to use the same charm, I mean, if you hadn't come and disturbed us you know.
Ron had a satisfied smile, as if it was him that had made the Ormig animals disappeared. His words pissed Hermione off eventually, her mouth had became a thin line with a white edge around it and if she had had quetzecuatol blood in her veins her eyes would have shot blazing thunders towards Ron. She looked like she was going to explode of anger, so Harry, not Ron, backed a way a bit as it was really so. Ron was in the same position, now with his arms crossed around his chest and with the same arrogant smile as before. He knew that Hermione had a little temper with him especially and even if he didn't want to admit it he did like to tease her and fight with her between words. But in the next second, when it was for sure that she would hop on Ron if he didn't leave the room, she had strangely calmed down. She turned her gaze to Harry, expecting him to say something but not a sound came out of his mouth, except a large smile as if he was actually enjoying this. But when her eyes met his, his gaze went from the brown ebenholtz cupboard to his bed behind Hermione and to Ron.
- Yes, you sure did. I mean, I can take the Ormig animals back if you want to.
Hermione was now the one with the calmed expression, and Ron, not angry, but very much pale and terrified even if he tried to hide it with a faint smile,
- No, no you don't have to actually, because...because...um ...we don't have so much time...yeah...we must go to class. I mean using that charm will take a few seconds and...and...we don't want to waste your time right now... Isn't that so Harry?
Harry raised his eyebrows, now suddenly remembering breakfast and the disturbing thought of potion class with Snape.
- Hey, lets go down and eat, my stomach rumbles for food and if I don't get food soon well...lets say that Snape would indeed be very happy to get rid of me.
Ron turned around towards the door having Harry's statement for food as an excuse to leave the subject about the bloody creatures. Just when he and Harry were about to go out from the large dormitory, Hermione opened her mouth in a short "hey". Harry shot a quick look at her and then looked out of the window while hearing her. While she talked, the only thing that he could think of was if things were going to be same between them. He didn't really hear her words, except one sentence that made him finally look at her and with astonishing.
- Serverus Snape sick!?
Harry had almost shouted the words, he couldn't believe that after six years Snape finally goes and gets sick. Ron looked at Harry and Harry at him, they realised soon that this could only mean something...
- Jippy !!!!!!!!! Woho!!!!!!!!! We will not have position lesson with Snape...hey maybe we will not even have a position lesson today, or the hole week!!!!!!!!!
Both Harry and Ron jumped around the room screaming, expressing all their happiness and thanked god ( though Ron didn't know who Harry referred to ), sickness for existing ( just for today and for contaminating Snape ), and of course Snape for getting sick. Both had huge grins all over their faces and laughed and jumped as little children though they were sixteen. But with all this happiness they didn't see Hermione's not so glad face. It was instead mixed with wonder and little sadness. Harry stopped from the jumping and screaming and just looked at Hermione, who had just sat down on his bed.
- Hey, what's going on? Why aren't you sharing with our happiness?
Hermione just looked at Harry and this time he didn't look away. For a moment Harry had forgotten about what he had just asked and instead all that he could think about was...her. But it was just for a moment, because when Ron heard Harry's last words, he interrupted.
- I bet that she's just sad that good old Snape is sick and that she will miss poor Snape. Isn't that so little Hermi??
Hermione just shot an evil eye at Ron, who choose to sit next to her. He poke her with his left elbow while giggling a bit. But instead of laughing and poking him too, she turned her head to Harry.
- But don't you think that it is strange that Snape gets sick today, the first day in school?
Once more, Ron interrupted.
- I don't think that it is strange, it could happened to anyone. I guess that it was just...lets say " bad luck". Though not for us.
- He's right, it could happened to anyone. It could just be a coincidence, but... it is strange anyway, considering that it is Snape we are talking about.
Hermione sighed leaving the case about Snape's sickness alone, but she still didn't leave the sad face that now covered all her face. In the way out to the common room, Hermione took her bag that laid on a round table, the bag filled with papers, pencils in many colours, rubbers and the most important to her, books. Thick books that represented the many subjects that she studied. When she had taken the bag she saw Ron muttering something to Harry. She didn't need to guess what it was, she knew it anyway;
- I was about to ask her were she had her bag.
When the trio left the common room and the picture of the Fat Lady behind, Hermione finally said what she had on her mind.
- But...oh...typical of Snape to be sick the first day! Now we will far behind the others!
Harry and Ron sighed at the same time, knowing that it was of course that that was troubling her.
When they reached Great hall, it was empty. Well, not totally empty, Neville was still there trying to eat his porridge, with no great success. Neville, still small and light heavy as before, made a new grimace every time he tried to swallow a spoon of it. When Hermione and the others sat next to him in the long table that represented the gryffindor's table, he put the now cold porridge away.
- I hate porridge...
Neville continue muttering to himself how much he hated it until Hermione took it and made it disappeared. She looked at Ron's face and gave him a devil smile which he returned with a murdering look.
- My grandmother always made me eat it and I hated it every time.
- But you don't need to eat it here Neville.
Hermione tried to cheer Neville up, while giving him one of her favourite books to read, while sitting here. But Neville just shook his head in disgust seeing that it was about potions. The book remind him about professor Snape and he had always given Neville the creeps.
The next second, Neville stood up and with a single "goodbye" he left the Great Hall. Now there were only three people there, Hermione who was sitting in front of Harry and Ron reading "Muggles in War", Ron who was babbling about how great it was that professor Snape was sick and eating at the same time, and finally Harry who was mostly eating trying to slow down his hunger.
- Ron Weasley!
Prrofessor Trewlayney's voice echoed as a shrill bird voice all over the tremendous room that made even Hermione jump up from her reading. Soon the peculiar professor entered the hall, with her right hand up in the air and in a strange position. Ron backed away a bit when she put her hand on his shoulder with her eyes closed.
- Oh, I have looked for you everywhere, boy. Where have you been?
Hermione interrupted her before Trewlayney said anything else.
- You could have tried to find him with your eyes open, professor.
This made Trewlayneys eyes go open and she was about to say something to Hermione, but kept quiet instead.
- Ron, come with me immediately. I feel a strange aura around you and I need you and my crystal ball to know it and feel it. I woke up today with my left eye hurting and for some reason I could see you in front of me telling me about how to cure it. You know something boy...that you don't even know.
Ron looked strange at her, raising his eyebrows, thinking that Trewlayney got crazier everyday.
- But what do I have to do with your eye professor?
Trewlayney had now taken Ron's hand making him go up from the chair and leaving his porridge. Ron tried to protest but Trewlayney almost dragged him away not giving him any chance to do it.
- My senses tell me that you don't want to but I do know that you will share your aura with me Ron. Trust and feel and let go...
What she said next, Harry couldn't hear it. They had already disappeared behind the huge very dark brown mahogany doors. He shook his head and felt for Ron, the thought of spending time with Twelayney in the high perfumed room in the North Tower made him almost go sick. He could still feel the professors aroma in the air, thick and stinky.
- She is so irritating.
Hermione looked at the doors which were closed. She turned back to her book and began to float away in the words once again.
- I definitely agree with you.
Harry started to eat and when he had his spoon filled with porridge, halfway into his mouth, he realised something. He and Hermione were the only two persons in the room, they were alone. This made him almost chuckle, but he didn't know why. Anyway, the spoon of porridge that he had in his moth mixed with the inner chuckle that escaped from his mouth was not a good combination. Soon there were beige, yellow porridge spread all over their side of the table. Hermione jumped up, frightened, taking away her precious books from the table with the almost chewed porridge.
- Harry!
They looked at eachother for a moment, both with large eyes of shock. Suddenly Harry burst out in laughter for no reason, or maybe it was the look of Hermione's face when she looked at the porridge on the table. Hermione looked at Harry, now more shocked than ever seeing him laugh, putting his hands over his stomach, without control. He looked so funny , his face now read of the laughter, that she couldn't help the little laughter that escaped from her mouth. Soon she laughed to, but not for the porridge but for Harry. When both of them finally calmed down, weeping away tears from the laughter, they could speak reasonable.
- What are you laughing at?
Harry asked first between small giggles.
- You.
- Me to.
Hermione and Harry changed looks and turned away quickly, suddenly afraid to look at eachother. Hermione went back to her book, closing it suddenly and looking for another, neither she or Harry saying something. She took her bag and started to check it, or looking for something. Harry began to look at the disgusting porridge, some of it had dripped down from the table down to the floor. He pretended that he was cleaning it up with a cloth, but instead he was gone among his many thoughts. A part of him wanted to talk to Hermione, to break the ice and tell her that he was, well sorry. But the other part, the shyer, didn't want to. That part was afraid to make a mistake, to know that things would never get back to normal, that their friendship was ruined just because they "almost" kissed. Those two sides of him had nothing in comment, except for one thing. That was that neither one of them regretted that he had almost kissed her.
Hermione had stopped looking in her bag, she had now a high volume book in front of her, and still not saying something to Harry. That was when Harry decided, he was going to talk to Hermione.
- Hermi...um...I...I wanted to say that I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...you know. I hope that things will not change between us.
Hermione looked up from her book. Her face was blank, no feelings or emotions were shown.
- Harry just because you accidentally threw up your porridge doesn't mean that we won't be friends anymore.
- I wasn't referring to that.
She bent her head down to the book, as if hiding behind it.
- I know Harry, but...but...Do we have to talk about it. Can't we pretend that...that...it didn't happened?
- But the point is that nothing did happened.
- But why do I feel like it did, Harry?
Now it was his turn to look away, the expression on her face, mostly sad, made his heart ache. He didn't want to admit it, but he couldn't make the pain go away.
- Hermione...I hope that we can still be friends. You and Ron are my best friends and I ...I don't want to lose you.
- I don't want to lose you either Harry. So...I guess that the best thing that we can do is to pretend...
- ....that nothing happened. I know.
Both were silent for a second, not saying a word. The air didn't feel so tense anymore, the ice was broken and when Harry looked at Hermione and she at him they didn't look away.
To be continue......
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