A/N: Nothing much to say!
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I brushed my hair for about the gazillionth time that morning as I stared at my reflection.
I had absolutely no pimples or zits. Unlike most of friends who had acne cleanser on their side of the bathroom. I noticed Parvati had left her expensive Revlon lipstick on the vanity mirror. Hm... no. I'll stick to gloss. I dug through my drawers until I found my strawberry lipgloss and swiftly applied some before anyone saw me.
I slowly and cautiously walked down the stairs to the Common Room.
"Phew!" I said, breathing a sigh of relief when I saw no one in the room.
Again, I took care in where I walked as I made my way through bunches of giggling 1st years, avoiding Ginny as I walked past her, and sidestepping when Malfoy strolled by with his thugs behind him.
"Why the heck are you so nervous today?"
"AHHHHHHH!" I screamed.
"Whoa, easy! It's just me!" Ron said.
"Oh my GOD! RON! Don't DO that!" I said, my hand over my heart.
"Why are you so nervous?" He repeated, grabbing my wrists. I looked around frantically.
"I.. I don't know. I just am a little over-excited." I said.
"You sure?" He asked.
I nodded.
He let go of me and I tore away, running as fast as I could to the Gryffindor table.
"Hey Hermione!"
I looked as casually as I could at Seamus, who was sitting across from me. My skirt was tangled in the chair as I leaned forward. "Hi" I took this oppurtunity to brush out my hair.
"What's the rush?" He quested.
"Rush?" I asked.
"You seem... preoccupied today." He said.
"Heh! Me... preoccupied. No.. I'm just having a bad day." I said.
"OK.. if you're sure.." He said.
I noticed my skirt was wrapped around the chair at this time and gave a tug at it. It didn't budge. I tugged again. So finally I just tugged as hard as I could. I heard a loud ripping noise and half of my skirt was in my hand.
"Erm.." I said, flushing a deep red.
I muttered a spell to my wand and repaired my skirt.
"Hey Hermione." I heard a voice. Ooh, darn. Not any voice. Harry's.
"Hi." I squeaked, edging away.
"Where are you going?" He asked, grabbing my arm.
"Uhm... nowhere. I was.. getting up to.. stretch!" I said, trying to twist out of his hold.
"What's up today? You're acting really strange." He said, still holding my arm.
Gee, wonder why, genious.
"No, I'm just.. tired." I said, trying harder.
"OK.. well listen I really have to talk to you so meet me by the library in 5 minutes." Harry said, finally letting go.
"OK." I chirped.
I slumped down in my seat as soon as he left.
"Life's glamorous, isn't it?" I asked.
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I brushed my hair for about the gazillionth time that morning as I stared at my reflection.
I had absolutely no pimples or zits. Unlike most of friends who had acne cleanser on their side of the bathroom. I noticed Parvati had left her expensive Revlon lipstick on the vanity mirror. Hm... no. I'll stick to gloss. I dug through my drawers until I found my strawberry lipgloss and swiftly applied some before anyone saw me.
I slowly and cautiously walked down the stairs to the Common Room.
"Phew!" I said, breathing a sigh of relief when I saw no one in the room.
Again, I took care in where I walked as I made my way through bunches of giggling 1st years, avoiding Ginny as I walked past her, and sidestepping when Malfoy strolled by with his thugs behind him.
"Why the heck are you so nervous today?"
"AHHHHHHH!" I screamed.
"Whoa, easy! It's just me!" Ron said.
"Oh my GOD! RON! Don't DO that!" I said, my hand over my heart.
"Why are you so nervous?" He repeated, grabbing my wrists. I looked around frantically.
"I.. I don't know. I just am a little over-excited." I said.
"You sure?" He asked.
I nodded.
He let go of me and I tore away, running as fast as I could to the Gryffindor table.
"Hey Hermione!"
I looked as casually as I could at Seamus, who was sitting across from me. My skirt was tangled in the chair as I leaned forward. "Hi" I took this oppurtunity to brush out my hair.
"What's the rush?" He quested.
"Rush?" I asked.
"You seem... preoccupied today." He said.
"Heh! Me... preoccupied. No.. I'm just having a bad day." I said.
"OK.. if you're sure.." He said.
I noticed my skirt was wrapped around the chair at this time and gave a tug at it. It didn't budge. I tugged again. So finally I just tugged as hard as I could. I heard a loud ripping noise and half of my skirt was in my hand.
"Erm.." I said, flushing a deep red.
I muttered a spell to my wand and repaired my skirt.
"Hey Hermione." I heard a voice. Ooh, darn. Not any voice. Harry's.
"Hi." I squeaked, edging away.
"Where are you going?" He asked, grabbing my arm.
"Uhm... nowhere. I was.. getting up to.. stretch!" I said, trying to twist out of his hold.
"What's up today? You're acting really strange." He said, still holding my arm.
Gee, wonder why, genious.
"No, I'm just.. tired." I said, trying harder.
"OK.. well listen I really have to talk to you so meet me by the library in 5 minutes." Harry said, finally letting go.
"OK." I chirped.
I slumped down in my seat as soon as he left.
"Life's glamorous, isn't it?" I asked.
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