Okay, part two is here. I sort of forgot to mention that this takes
place during Harry's third year at Hogwarts, my bad. I also forgot to
mention that I don't own any of these wonderful characters. If I did, I
wouldn't be writing in my freezing basement, instead I'd be on a nice warm
beach now. Anyway, so don't sue me.
This is turning out to be a much longer story than I had planned on writing, but the further I go, the further I seem to get from the ending. I guess that is a good thing for a writer, but I want to get to the mistletoe and egg nogg!!! Maybe tonight..On with the show..
Seamus had entered the castle and Ron and Hermione were still standing on the front steps thinking about everything the Irish lad had said. They walked inside and saw Seamus climbing the stairs and rounding the corner and heading towards the Gryffindor's tower. Ron shook the snow from his cloak and Hermione followed suit. The two slowly followed up behind him, being delayed by a staircase moving.
"Really, Hermione, we just have to find out who has a crush on Harry. If we don't, I might just go mad. Let's go ask him."
"No Ron! We can't just go and ask him. Did you stop and think for a second that maybe he doesn't want to tell anyone yet, after all, he did just wander out of the common room a while ago instead of telling you."
"Oh, he'll tell me. I'm his best friend."
"Ron, if you ask him, I'll have to tell Professor Snape how all those nasty skrewt droppings got into the Slytherin's kettles a few weeks ago."
Ron looked aghast. "How on earth did you ever find out about that? No one saw me. I had Harry's invisibility cloak on."
"I didn't until just now. I had my suspicions though. Now don't ask Harry."
"Have an 'A' in your blackmail class, now do you, Hermione?"
"Just don't Ron. We can wait. Besides, with all the fun we'll have at the party tonight, you won't even think about who has a crush on Harry."
"That remains to be seen. Let's go get changed and head to dinner. That slush ball of yours ran all inside my clothes. Wicked shot, really."
"Thanks Ron. Didn't think I had an arm, did you?"
With that, they had reached the top of the stairs and followed the hallways to their dorms. The Fat Lady watched them come up.
"Has Harry come back yet?" Hermione asked.
"No, dear. I've not seen him in quite a while now."
"He'll show up Hermione. He wouldn't miss the party." To the Fat Lady, Ron said the password of the day, "Killian's Red."
The Fat Lady swung open, revealing a magnificently decorated common room. A tree trimmed in red and gold sat in the center, with a large pile of presents underneath. A table was sat up on one wall with two large bowls, stockings were hung on the mantle (not by the chimney with care, btw, as all the stockings in Gryffindor wouldn't fit there, no matter how carefully you placed them).
Most of the Gryffindors that had a name were in there, finishing up the decorations or preparing to go down to dinner. Colin and his brother Dennis were sitting watching Seamus and Neville play chess. Dean was talking to Parvati, the other Weasleys were setting punch bowls and other party things on the table.
"They've sure done a lot in two hours, eh Hermione?" Ron asked, in awe as the quiddich girls flew over head hanging streamers from the ceiling.
They were walking past the chess table and Seamus reached out and goosed Ron's rear.
"Seamus! When will you stop that? I'm not like that!"
"Sure you're not, Ronnikins." He moved his chess piece. "Checkmate, Neville."
Neville sat back in the chair and sighed.
Hermione and most of the others in the room were giggling quietly, trying not to burst out at Ron's expense. They succeeded for about four seconds.
"Really guys, I swear. I'm not gay!" Ron protested.
"Sure Ronnikins, you're not. Of course," Fred somehow got out.
"Uh huh!" said George and Ron's ears and face turned as red as his hair. Ron bolted back out the common room door. He decided he needed a little walk of his own before he went back in there again.
"Where would Harry go to think inside Hogwarts? He's not in the common room. Think." Ron thought to himself as he walked along the corridors. "Where does he go?" The answer came to him a minute or so later. "The Owlery! With Hedwig! That's where Harry is." Ron called out to the empty hallway and making haste toward the Owlery.
Meanwhile in the common room,
Hermione was sitting across the chess board from Neville. Colin and Dennis, the earlier spectators had gone to scrub up for dinner. Seamus had got up after his victory and was laying on a couch watching and Neville had asked her if she wanted to play.
"I'm not very good at it, Neville," she said.
"I know, that's why I want to play you," thought Neville, but instead he said "I'm not either, in case you haven't noticed."
"Alright, I'll play. We have a little time before dinner anyway." She sat down and the game began.
While she waited for Neville to make his moves, she pondered all the possible choices of who could have the crush on Harry. She ran through all the girls in Gryffindor. Most of them just liked Harry, not 'liked' Harry. Hmm.she took her turn. What about Hufflepuff? Maybe it was Susan Bones. Maybe? She seemed to look at Harry a lot, maybe it was her. What about Slytherin? No way. There are nothing but ogres in skirts in Slytherin. Nothing Harry would need to think about. Her turn. Ooh Neville! Not a good move. Her turn again. Ravenclaw? Could it be Cho, their Seeker?
(((((Author's Note Here-- I hate Cho, and you should too. Now back to the story)))))
No, no one liked Cho. It couldn't be her. Who was it? Her turn. Then out of the blue, she had an idea.
"Seamus, it's a boy, isn't it? It isn't a girl. I'm right aren't I? That's why Harry went to take a walk and think?" and after moving her piece, "oh, Neville, checkmate."
Seamus got that huge grin across his face again and said, "Aye, it might well be. Still thinking about it, eh? Aye, it is. I'll tell you that much, but the name shan't escape me lips."
With that, he got and headed to the dorms.
Neville threw his hands up in the air. It was obvious that he was not destined to win a game of wizard's chess until his early twenties. The dejected Neville Longbottom put the pieces away, all the while hearing them complain to him about his poor choices in the previous game. Ginny had just finished pouring punch into one of the large bowls on the table and egg nogg in the other and the twins had completed the snack arranging.
"Well everyone, shall we go to dinner now?" she called to the Gryffindors assembled in the room. "Seamus, are you ready?" she asked as he was coming down the steps, putting his wand in his robe.
"Go ahead. I'll only be a minute," he replied. The others all filed out the door. Last out was little Dennis Creevey who glanced back and saw Seamus draw his wand and start to walk to the snack table. The door swung shut, and not entirely surprisingly, a small shook the common room. "This time for sure," thought Seamus, waving his wand again...
Meanwhile, in the Owlery,
Harry sat huddled under a thick blanket as he watched the stars come out. "Fitting, isn't it," Harry muttered to Hedwig, "the stars are coming out, and I might be doing the same thing." Hedwig just turned her head sideways and then began preening her right wing. Harry crossed his legs and pulled the blanket a bit tighter.
If I liked him, that would make me, well, I'd be gay then. He is an awfully cute boy. EEE! How can I think of him like that? That's just not right.
"Whooo?" chirped Hedwig, switching wings.
Harry glanced up and then fell back into his thoughts. Everyone says that people like that are just bad. But Seamus is, Seamus is gay. He is a pretty alright guy, a bit strange tho sometimes. So, I guess that everyone might be wrong. And even if they're not, that's too bad.
"Whooo?" Hedwig called again as she finished preening and nibbled on his finger a bit.
"All the people who say that being gay is wrong, that's who."
I do like him. I do. Seamus says that he likes me, and I don't think Seamus'd lie about something like that. My mind's made up then. Tonight, I'll do it. Anyone who doesn't like it can go to Slytherin.
"Whoooooo? Hedwig called loudly as she fluttered to a nearby chair and looked at him.
"Haven't you figured it out yet, Hedwig? I'm talking about how tonight I'm going to tell C-"
The door of the Owlery burst open and a quite winded Weasley stormed in.
"Harry!!! We'vebeenlookingeverywhereforyou. Wherehaveyoubeen? Areyouallright?" Ron inhaled deeply and seemed to settle down a bit.
"I've been thinking a few things over for a while now Ron. I'm okay. I didn't mean to worry anyone. I just needed a spot of quiet time."
"All right then." Ron answered and there was a few seconds of silence between the two of them as Harry stood up and folded the blanket.
Ron's mind was a blur for those seconds. He desperately wanted to right out ask Harry what Seamus told him, but he had visions of having to clean all of the pots in Snape's class with his tongue. "So Harry, dinner is in a few minutes, you don't want to be late do you?" he asked instead.
"Of course not. Let's go." Harry set the folded blanket on the chair and they walked out of the Owlery.
I know that at least two of you have read this (thank you bunny&pie and SailorSorceress for you reviews - Crabbe? Who knows. Mistletoe? One more night probably) and want to know who has the crush on Harry. Just wait. For some reason I couldn't think of how to write Harry tonight. Everything I wrote seemed like a public service announcement on tolerance. So after an hour of no luck, I took a break and went to BP and got a Code Red and some salt and vinegar chips. They seemed to do the trick..
Next time, the dinner and the party. What was Seamus up to as Dennis looked on and the door shut? Hmmm.. Is Ron really gay (I'll give you a free-bee - yes) who gets the socks? Check back really soon..
oh yeah! reviews are good karma, you know.
This is turning out to be a much longer story than I had planned on writing, but the further I go, the further I seem to get from the ending. I guess that is a good thing for a writer, but I want to get to the mistletoe and egg nogg!!! Maybe tonight..On with the show..
Seamus had entered the castle and Ron and Hermione were still standing on the front steps thinking about everything the Irish lad had said. They walked inside and saw Seamus climbing the stairs and rounding the corner and heading towards the Gryffindor's tower. Ron shook the snow from his cloak and Hermione followed suit. The two slowly followed up behind him, being delayed by a staircase moving.
"Really, Hermione, we just have to find out who has a crush on Harry. If we don't, I might just go mad. Let's go ask him."
"No Ron! We can't just go and ask him. Did you stop and think for a second that maybe he doesn't want to tell anyone yet, after all, he did just wander out of the common room a while ago instead of telling you."
"Oh, he'll tell me. I'm his best friend."
"Ron, if you ask him, I'll have to tell Professor Snape how all those nasty skrewt droppings got into the Slytherin's kettles a few weeks ago."
Ron looked aghast. "How on earth did you ever find out about that? No one saw me. I had Harry's invisibility cloak on."
"I didn't until just now. I had my suspicions though. Now don't ask Harry."
"Have an 'A' in your blackmail class, now do you, Hermione?"
"Just don't Ron. We can wait. Besides, with all the fun we'll have at the party tonight, you won't even think about who has a crush on Harry."
"That remains to be seen. Let's go get changed and head to dinner. That slush ball of yours ran all inside my clothes. Wicked shot, really."
"Thanks Ron. Didn't think I had an arm, did you?"
With that, they had reached the top of the stairs and followed the hallways to their dorms. The Fat Lady watched them come up.
"Has Harry come back yet?" Hermione asked.
"No, dear. I've not seen him in quite a while now."
"He'll show up Hermione. He wouldn't miss the party." To the Fat Lady, Ron said the password of the day, "Killian's Red."
The Fat Lady swung open, revealing a magnificently decorated common room. A tree trimmed in red and gold sat in the center, with a large pile of presents underneath. A table was sat up on one wall with two large bowls, stockings were hung on the mantle (not by the chimney with care, btw, as all the stockings in Gryffindor wouldn't fit there, no matter how carefully you placed them).
Most of the Gryffindors that had a name were in there, finishing up the decorations or preparing to go down to dinner. Colin and his brother Dennis were sitting watching Seamus and Neville play chess. Dean was talking to Parvati, the other Weasleys were setting punch bowls and other party things on the table.
"They've sure done a lot in two hours, eh Hermione?" Ron asked, in awe as the quiddich girls flew over head hanging streamers from the ceiling.
They were walking past the chess table and Seamus reached out and goosed Ron's rear.
"Seamus! When will you stop that? I'm not like that!"
"Sure you're not, Ronnikins." He moved his chess piece. "Checkmate, Neville."
Neville sat back in the chair and sighed.
Hermione and most of the others in the room were giggling quietly, trying not to burst out at Ron's expense. They succeeded for about four seconds.
"Really guys, I swear. I'm not gay!" Ron protested.
"Sure Ronnikins, you're not. Of course," Fred somehow got out.
"Uh huh!" said George and Ron's ears and face turned as red as his hair. Ron bolted back out the common room door. He decided he needed a little walk of his own before he went back in there again.
"Where would Harry go to think inside Hogwarts? He's not in the common room. Think." Ron thought to himself as he walked along the corridors. "Where does he go?" The answer came to him a minute or so later. "The Owlery! With Hedwig! That's where Harry is." Ron called out to the empty hallway and making haste toward the Owlery.
Meanwhile in the common room,
Hermione was sitting across the chess board from Neville. Colin and Dennis, the earlier spectators had gone to scrub up for dinner. Seamus had got up after his victory and was laying on a couch watching and Neville had asked her if she wanted to play.
"I'm not very good at it, Neville," she said.
"I know, that's why I want to play you," thought Neville, but instead he said "I'm not either, in case you haven't noticed."
"Alright, I'll play. We have a little time before dinner anyway." She sat down and the game began.
While she waited for Neville to make his moves, she pondered all the possible choices of who could have the crush on Harry. She ran through all the girls in Gryffindor. Most of them just liked Harry, not 'liked' Harry. Hmm.she took her turn. What about Hufflepuff? Maybe it was Susan Bones. Maybe? She seemed to look at Harry a lot, maybe it was her. What about Slytherin? No way. There are nothing but ogres in skirts in Slytherin. Nothing Harry would need to think about. Her turn. Ooh Neville! Not a good move. Her turn again. Ravenclaw? Could it be Cho, their Seeker?
(((((Author's Note Here-- I hate Cho, and you should too. Now back to the story)))))
No, no one liked Cho. It couldn't be her. Who was it? Her turn. Then out of the blue, she had an idea.
"Seamus, it's a boy, isn't it? It isn't a girl. I'm right aren't I? That's why Harry went to take a walk and think?" and after moving her piece, "oh, Neville, checkmate."
Seamus got that huge grin across his face again and said, "Aye, it might well be. Still thinking about it, eh? Aye, it is. I'll tell you that much, but the name shan't escape me lips."
With that, he got and headed to the dorms.
Neville threw his hands up in the air. It was obvious that he was not destined to win a game of wizard's chess until his early twenties. The dejected Neville Longbottom put the pieces away, all the while hearing them complain to him about his poor choices in the previous game. Ginny had just finished pouring punch into one of the large bowls on the table and egg nogg in the other and the twins had completed the snack arranging.
"Well everyone, shall we go to dinner now?" she called to the Gryffindors assembled in the room. "Seamus, are you ready?" she asked as he was coming down the steps, putting his wand in his robe.
"Go ahead. I'll only be a minute," he replied. The others all filed out the door. Last out was little Dennis Creevey who glanced back and saw Seamus draw his wand and start to walk to the snack table. The door swung shut, and not entirely surprisingly, a small shook the common room. "This time for sure," thought Seamus, waving his wand again...
Meanwhile, in the Owlery,
Harry sat huddled under a thick blanket as he watched the stars come out. "Fitting, isn't it," Harry muttered to Hedwig, "the stars are coming out, and I might be doing the same thing." Hedwig just turned her head sideways and then began preening her right wing. Harry crossed his legs and pulled the blanket a bit tighter.
If I liked him, that would make me, well, I'd be gay then. He is an awfully cute boy. EEE! How can I think of him like that? That's just not right.
"Whooo?" chirped Hedwig, switching wings.
Harry glanced up and then fell back into his thoughts. Everyone says that people like that are just bad. But Seamus is, Seamus is gay. He is a pretty alright guy, a bit strange tho sometimes. So, I guess that everyone might be wrong. And even if they're not, that's too bad.
"Whooo?" Hedwig called again as she finished preening and nibbled on his finger a bit.
"All the people who say that being gay is wrong, that's who."
I do like him. I do. Seamus says that he likes me, and I don't think Seamus'd lie about something like that. My mind's made up then. Tonight, I'll do it. Anyone who doesn't like it can go to Slytherin.
"Whoooooo? Hedwig called loudly as she fluttered to a nearby chair and looked at him.
"Haven't you figured it out yet, Hedwig? I'm talking about how tonight I'm going to tell C-"
The door of the Owlery burst open and a quite winded Weasley stormed in.
"Harry!!! We'vebeenlookingeverywhereforyou. Wherehaveyoubeen? Areyouallright?" Ron inhaled deeply and seemed to settle down a bit.
"I've been thinking a few things over for a while now Ron. I'm okay. I didn't mean to worry anyone. I just needed a spot of quiet time."
"All right then." Ron answered and there was a few seconds of silence between the two of them as Harry stood up and folded the blanket.
Ron's mind was a blur for those seconds. He desperately wanted to right out ask Harry what Seamus told him, but he had visions of having to clean all of the pots in Snape's class with his tongue. "So Harry, dinner is in a few minutes, you don't want to be late do you?" he asked instead.
"Of course not. Let's go." Harry set the folded blanket on the chair and they walked out of the Owlery.
I know that at least two of you have read this (thank you bunny&pie and SailorSorceress for you reviews - Crabbe? Who knows. Mistletoe? One more night probably) and want to know who has the crush on Harry. Just wait. For some reason I couldn't think of how to write Harry tonight. Everything I wrote seemed like a public service announcement on tolerance. So after an hour of no luck, I took a break and went to BP and got a Code Red and some salt and vinegar chips. They seemed to do the trick..
Next time, the dinner and the party. What was Seamus up to as Dennis looked on and the door shut? Hmmm.. Is Ron really gay (I'll give you a free-bee - yes) who gets the socks? Check back really soon..
oh yeah! reviews are good karma, you know.
