CHAPTER VII
What IS Normal?
a/n: This is the chapter where Hermon goes crazy! This chapter is in 3 parts. The ending of the 1st part some people don't like. I don't know, maybe I went too far. But still, it's a part of the story. If you don't like it, just ignore it. It doesn't come into the story that much! Enjoy! and R&R!
a/n: yes, I know, my story's the bomb! But this chapter's really short and kinda weird! It's dramatic, and about Snape, so yeah... but just remember he's human too, so he's got all the emotions as you! and please don't base how you feel about this chapter on the rest of my story! This chapter just adds to the story, just adds character. It's like the scene in the Little Mermaid when the King of the Sea is sad and thinks he was too hard on his daughter. Remember? He was talking to that little crab. That's just before the crab follows the mermaid to her secret cave thing with all of her treasures. That first scene just adds character to the King of the Sea, and makes the story better. In my opinion, anyway! Got it? Kool! Read on!
Part 1 (A Turning Point)
Meanwhile back in the smelly layer of Snape's dungeon, only shadows could be seen. But if you look really closely you'd see a sad, sorry looking figure laying in the back of the class. Snape was having a bad day. "Why?" he was whimpering, "why must he leave? Damn that man! I mean first Malfoy, then James? Am I really that un-attractive? I suppose I COULD wash my hair...or clean up my act a little. Maybe be nicer to the Gryf...NO! No! I won't! You can't make me change myself! This is who I am!"
He fell back against the wall, crying all over again. "But I must do something. Yes...I'll compermise! I'll-"
But then the bell rang, sounding the call for the afternoon classes. He got up, smoothed down his robes of black, ran his fingers through his hair(which came out dripping with grease) and headed to the front of the class.
Part 2
Classes were over. I walked up to Gryffindor Common Room. Shading my eyes from looking at the rather sluty Fat Lady, I stepped in. The sound of Ron's hysterical laughter immidiatly broke out. I sighed.
"Harry," Hermon said, running up to me, "Ron's not getting any better! Look!" Ron was now jumping up and down like a dog begging for a bone. Presently he sat down and scratched the back of his ear with a foot. Then he looked around, very content.
I sighed again. "Alright! Alright! I'll go back down to the dongeons tonight. But I don't want to."
"Listen, if you run into Snape, just say you'll black-mail Malfoy! It's perfect. Then you can make him go out with me." Suddenly the background around her was dark, an evil smile crept across her lips, and she was alone in the room. She said coldly, "He'll be my slave. He'll do anything I want him to do. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The room got lighter again, the people were there, and no one had seen her. "Wait! No! You can't!" Oliver Wood ran up to Hermon and me. He got down on his knees, grabbed Hermon's hand and started babbling. "No, my belovid! Go out with me! I bloody need you! I'm so lonely! I-I-NEED you!"
"No!" Hermon said, repulsed, "try Harry-he'll LIKE that!" She nodded her head and faded away. I had already gone before she said this. I heard it as I ducked under a very low chair.
Oliver looked up to the two Weasly twins. "Too strong?" He asked.
They nodded their heads in agreement. I chuckled from my hiding place.
Soon the Common Room was quiet. I was still under the chair. As I tried to come out, I realized I couldn't. "HELP!" I screamed, taking my usual really high tone of voice. "Anyone...Please..."
Part 3
After that DELIGHTFUL night was through, and Oliver had come to rescue me from underneith the chair I later called "the chair of death", things went pretty normal. Or so I thought.Yes, Ron was still laughing hysterically. Yes, Oliver was still stocking Hermon. Yes, Hermon still wanted to snog Malfoy. Yes-damn! This is normal? Well, anyway, I still needed to cure Ron. Last night I forgot to set my alarm for midnight. In the morning I woke up from being knocked over the head my my alarm clock. I guess Nevill didn't get much sleep, with Ron laughing like that.
Classes went about the same. Potions was, again, extremely tense, although I managed not to COMPLETELY humiliate myself like yesterday. The worst thing that happened was that my experimental frog bit my ass and I had to go to the hospital wing. You see, today was the day the students came to watch the doctors do their work. You guess...
Malfoy chucked peas at me again, and Hermon claimed he looked at her "that way" that all desperate girls want. Of course I rolled my eyes at this. In return, she stuffed a whole chicken down my throat. Going to the hospital wing twice really doesn't look good on your record.
Through all of this, Ron, I guess, was in the Gryffindor Common Room, eating teaspoonfulls of sugar and washing it down with water. It wasn't until that night someone told him that's how you cure hickups and not hyserical laughter.
I knew I had to get his medicine tonight, facing Snape or not. Maybe this time I could actually becareful while invisable, "like not being seen." Snape's words exactly. I shuddred at that.
What IS Normal?
a/n: This is the chapter where Hermon goes crazy! This chapter is in 3 parts. The ending of the 1st part some people don't like. I don't know, maybe I went too far. But still, it's a part of the story. If you don't like it, just ignore it. It doesn't come into the story that much! Enjoy! and R&R!
a/n: yes, I know, my story's the bomb! But this chapter's really short and kinda weird! It's dramatic, and about Snape, so yeah... but just remember he's human too, so he's got all the emotions as you! and please don't base how you feel about this chapter on the rest of my story! This chapter just adds to the story, just adds character. It's like the scene in the Little Mermaid when the King of the Sea is sad and thinks he was too hard on his daughter. Remember? He was talking to that little crab. That's just before the crab follows the mermaid to her secret cave thing with all of her treasures. That first scene just adds character to the King of the Sea, and makes the story better. In my opinion, anyway! Got it? Kool! Read on!
Part 1 (A Turning Point)
Meanwhile back in the smelly layer of Snape's dungeon, only shadows could be seen. But if you look really closely you'd see a sad, sorry looking figure laying in the back of the class. Snape was having a bad day. "Why?" he was whimpering, "why must he leave? Damn that man! I mean first Malfoy, then James? Am I really that un-attractive? I suppose I COULD wash my hair...or clean up my act a little. Maybe be nicer to the Gryf...NO! No! I won't! You can't make me change myself! This is who I am!"
He fell back against the wall, crying all over again. "But I must do something. Yes...I'll compermise! I'll-"
But then the bell rang, sounding the call for the afternoon classes. He got up, smoothed down his robes of black, ran his fingers through his hair(which came out dripping with grease) and headed to the front of the class.
Part 2
Classes were over. I walked up to Gryffindor Common Room. Shading my eyes from looking at the rather sluty Fat Lady, I stepped in. The sound of Ron's hysterical laughter immidiatly broke out. I sighed.
"Harry," Hermon said, running up to me, "Ron's not getting any better! Look!" Ron was now jumping up and down like a dog begging for a bone. Presently he sat down and scratched the back of his ear with a foot. Then he looked around, very content.
I sighed again. "Alright! Alright! I'll go back down to the dongeons tonight. But I don't want to."
"Listen, if you run into Snape, just say you'll black-mail Malfoy! It's perfect. Then you can make him go out with me." Suddenly the background around her was dark, an evil smile crept across her lips, and she was alone in the room. She said coldly, "He'll be my slave. He'll do anything I want him to do. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The room got lighter again, the people were there, and no one had seen her. "Wait! No! You can't!" Oliver Wood ran up to Hermon and me. He got down on his knees, grabbed Hermon's hand and started babbling. "No, my belovid! Go out with me! I bloody need you! I'm so lonely! I-I-NEED you!"
"No!" Hermon said, repulsed, "try Harry-he'll LIKE that!" She nodded her head and faded away. I had already gone before she said this. I heard it as I ducked under a very low chair.
Oliver looked up to the two Weasly twins. "Too strong?" He asked.
They nodded their heads in agreement. I chuckled from my hiding place.
Soon the Common Room was quiet. I was still under the chair. As I tried to come out, I realized I couldn't. "HELP!" I screamed, taking my usual really high tone of voice. "Anyone...Please..."
Part 3
After that DELIGHTFUL night was through, and Oliver had come to rescue me from underneith the chair I later called "the chair of death", things went pretty normal. Or so I thought.Yes, Ron was still laughing hysterically. Yes, Oliver was still stocking Hermon. Yes, Hermon still wanted to snog Malfoy. Yes-damn! This is normal? Well, anyway, I still needed to cure Ron. Last night I forgot to set my alarm for midnight. In the morning I woke up from being knocked over the head my my alarm clock. I guess Nevill didn't get much sleep, with Ron laughing like that.
Classes went about the same. Potions was, again, extremely tense, although I managed not to COMPLETELY humiliate myself like yesterday. The worst thing that happened was that my experimental frog bit my ass and I had to go to the hospital wing. You see, today was the day the students came to watch the doctors do their work. You guess...
Malfoy chucked peas at me again, and Hermon claimed he looked at her "that way" that all desperate girls want. Of course I rolled my eyes at this. In return, she stuffed a whole chicken down my throat. Going to the hospital wing twice really doesn't look good on your record.
Through all of this, Ron, I guess, was in the Gryffindor Common Room, eating teaspoonfulls of sugar and washing it down with water. It wasn't until that night someone told him that's how you cure hickups and not hyserical laughter.
I knew I had to get his medicine tonight, facing Snape or not. Maybe this time I could actually becareful while invisable, "like not being seen." Snape's words exactly. I shuddred at that.
