AN: Still don't own em...
Harry's POV:
That was a lame excuse Potter! I thought to myself. I said aloud, "Hope he's not in Slytherin, whoever he is."
Hermione responded with, "Oh God I hope not!"
Hermione looks really pretty when she is disgusted, I thought, I hope she doesn't find out who wrote that!
Ron interrupted my thoughts, "Oy Harry! We're gonna be late for the quidditch match!"
All three of us ran to the quidditch field and I got changed...
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"Harry! That was fantastic! You caught it in like 20 seconds! Hagrid hadn't even gotten to his seat when it was over!" shouted and ecstatic Hermione.
"Yeah! That was great! The best game ever! You should have seen Malfoy's face!" added Ron, who was grinning from ear to ear.
I could barely believe it myself. The game had just begun when I saw the golden snitch just standing there, well not REALLY (standing) there...
"So Hermione, about Lover Boy..." Ron teased.
"Lover Boy? Who's Lover Boy?" Hagrid wanted to know.
"Someone's got the hots for Hermione," Ron explained.
"Oh, bet it's Neville..." Hagrid replied with a smile on his huge, cheery face.
"It's not, I asked him already. I asked every guy in Gryffindor that is in 7th year," Hermione said, a little pink in the face.
"Liar, you didn't ask me or Harry, now did ya?" Ron asked.
Hermione said, "fine, Ron, are you in love with me?"
Ron replied, "no, but thanks for thinking of me!"
Hermione, "Erch... Harry, are you in love with me?"
Did she sound hopeful? Naw, must have been my wishful thinking... God, what am I gonna say? I thought to myself. Before I had a chance to open my mouth, Ginny came running over.
"Hermione, it isn't Justin Finch-Fletchy, I asked him!" Ginny said between huge deep breaths.
"Hmm..." Hermione sounded thoughtful.
Luckily, Hermione forgot to ask me again. Thank God. I could just see the look on her face if I told her the truth, she would look like she just eat a sour lemon, or worse... I thought to myself.
Harry's POV:
That was a lame excuse Potter! I thought to myself. I said aloud, "Hope he's not in Slytherin, whoever he is."
Hermione responded with, "Oh God I hope not!"
Hermione looks really pretty when she is disgusted, I thought, I hope she doesn't find out who wrote that!
Ron interrupted my thoughts, "Oy Harry! We're gonna be late for the quidditch match!"
All three of us ran to the quidditch field and I got changed...
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"Harry! That was fantastic! You caught it in like 20 seconds! Hagrid hadn't even gotten to his seat when it was over!" shouted and ecstatic Hermione.
"Yeah! That was great! The best game ever! You should have seen Malfoy's face!" added Ron, who was grinning from ear to ear.
I could barely believe it myself. The game had just begun when I saw the golden snitch just standing there, well not REALLY (standing) there...
"So Hermione, about Lover Boy..." Ron teased.
"Lover Boy? Who's Lover Boy?" Hagrid wanted to know.
"Someone's got the hots for Hermione," Ron explained.
"Oh, bet it's Neville..." Hagrid replied with a smile on his huge, cheery face.
"It's not, I asked him already. I asked every guy in Gryffindor that is in 7th year," Hermione said, a little pink in the face.
"Liar, you didn't ask me or Harry, now did ya?" Ron asked.
Hermione said, "fine, Ron, are you in love with me?"
Ron replied, "no, but thanks for thinking of me!"
Hermione, "Erch... Harry, are you in love with me?"
Did she sound hopeful? Naw, must have been my wishful thinking... God, what am I gonna say? I thought to myself. Before I had a chance to open my mouth, Ginny came running over.
"Hermione, it isn't Justin Finch-Fletchy, I asked him!" Ginny said between huge deep breaths.
"Hmm..." Hermione sounded thoughtful.
Luckily, Hermione forgot to ask me again. Thank God. I could just see the look on her face if I told her the truth, she would look like she just eat a sour lemon, or worse... I thought to myself.