Author's note: What happens to author Heather Goldbug when her head is stuffed up and she reads 15 blooper fics in one morning, without talking to her friend to get some sanity back in her? She moos and oinks at her unresponding (wonder why) friend and tries to put her cereal in the fridge, then writes chapter 6 of her psycho fic!
Harry st down indian-style on the grass, being flabbergasted at what he'd just said. Hermione leaned over and kissed Harry on the tip of his nose, then pulled back so she could look at his enchanting eyes while bursting into fits of giggles. She'd heard of boys losing their heads and quoting shakespear at their loves, but...Britney Spears? Oh well. It was out, it was said, and Harry liked her. Hermoine walked behind Harry and...
"BOO!"
"BLEAGH!! What the -- ?"
Hermione giggled and though of Britney Spears. Sometimes I'm scared of you. You know, sometimes I'm scared of myself, she thought. Harry flipped her easily over his head and into his lap with his strong arms.
Hermione turned to face him, put her arms around her nack, and --
"HARRY! I'VE GOT IT!"
Hermione fell over backwards.
"You've got...what?"
"The last CHOCOLATE FROGS CARD! I have them all! Yippee! Yay! Wahhoo!" Ron continued to whoop and dance while Hermione pulled her dress straight and stared at the sky. That cloud looked like a heart, didn't it? Oh, that one looks like lips. That's a lightning bolt, and that's a swan. That's a...
Hermione was jerked out of cloudland by Harry's wonderful, stunningly perfect, smooth, soft...[Okay, I'll stop] hand. His eyes gazing sweetly upon her, he lifted her to her feet and pulled her into a warm embrace.
"It feels so good to have admitted I like you."
"It feels good to me, too." Said Hermione, her hand insticntively twirling her hair.
And Hermione and Harry held hand and frolicked through Lavender's acre's of land, singing merrily as they went, to live...
Happily
Ever
After
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P.S. Sirius did her room
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