Chapter Six
Harry sat, later that evening in the dormitory, Ron off snogging with Lara, and Hermione off with Snape, doing only god knew what. Something he didn't really want to think about. Everyone else was down in the common room, partying like usual, as if they had nothing better to do but dance, and drink. And yes, they drank.
He fiddled with a knife, carelessly left there by one of the houselves; who'd been up earlier to tidy the room. Needless to say, it was only a butter knife; someone of Harry's mind capability could do himself a lot of damage! Anyway, making this as short, and painless as possible, without really thinking about it, Harry flipped the knife over, and it suddenly plunged into his wrist. He might have been able to be saved, even if the main vein/artery thing had been cut, but no one heard him scream, there for he died of blood loss.
Meanwhile (just so I can drag this on for a few more chapters, now that I have no Harry Potter to deal with), Ron, and Lara where sitting in the yard, on the dock near the lake, snogging…like usual.
"Ron." Lara mused, "Do you figure we should go and see Hermione, and Snape?"
"About what?"
"Well, I mean…shouldn't we…do something about all this?"
"No." Ron shook his head, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, pushing her back onto the dock, only to have Lara lean upwards again.
"You know, maybe your right. My uncle is a grown man! He can take care of himself! He doesn't need a fifteen year old to take care of him…Oh! Yes he does!" She sighed, burring her face into her hands.
"Now, now, Lara." Ron patted her on the back, "Don't talk like that. Your uncle is a fine man! Sure, he's a bit old, but Hermione likes him well enough. She can take care of him. After all, she's the one-"
Lara began to weep.
"Oh gosh…" Ron sighed, "We're not going to snog again anytime soon, are we?"
Lara, still weeping, shook her head no, "I need someone to talk to…"
"Shall I go get one of the girls, or-"
"No! I want to talk to you! Gosh Ron! We've established a relationship now! I think the least you could do is talk to me!" Lara peered at him through tears.
" Oh, well I just assumed-"
"That's the problem with you men; you only think of yourselves!" She cried into the palms of her hands, "That's not all you PIGS do! Your constantly needing us to-"
Ron chose then to tune the moody girl out. She must have the painters in, or something. She wasn't like that the day before…the day before had been lovely.
Just then, her remembered a particularily tasty looking Hufflepuff he'd seen earlier…Mmm…He could use a new snogging partner…after all, if all Lara was going to do was-
"Ron! Ron! Are you listening to me! Gosh! That's another thing you men do! Once we women folk start talking about something that doesn't remotely interest you, you tune us out, and start thinking about…playboy or something!"
"Mm? What dearest?" Ron looked at her, "I was just…ah…thinking about this lovely bouquet I was going to buy you…absolutely beautiful!" He lied.
"Oh! Really?" She tilted her head to look at him, "Lets snog."
"Okay!" Ron shrugged, and allowed Lara to push him back onto the dock.
Meanwhile…Hermione, and Snape where laying in a heap on the floor, their clothes off in another corner.
"That was…" Hermione tried to find words for the extreme wave of…well…she couldn't find words (mainly because I can't).
"Wonderful? Exquisite? Or was it…rough? Hurried? Perhaps even painful?" Snape tried to find her words for her.
"No…" Hermione shrugged, "I guess it was…nice."
"Nice?" Snape asked, "We just got done doing unspeakables, and your saying it was NICE?"
Hermione nodded, smiling slightly at him; Snape wrinkled his nose at her, while standing.
"Get out of my room, you weirdo!" He tugged a robe over his head, before realizing it was Hermione's…"Whoops."
Hermione giggled, as Snape tossed the robe to her, and pulled his rightful robe over his head.
"So, out Miss Granger…now." He pulled her up from the floor, and pushed her towards the door, as she pulled her robe over her head.
"Oh, Severus, you don't Mean that…" She cooed, turning, and pushing him back to the bed, "Now lets do it RIGHT this time…"
Harry sat, later that evening in the dormitory, Ron off snogging with Lara, and Hermione off with Snape, doing only god knew what. Something he didn't really want to think about. Everyone else was down in the common room, partying like usual, as if they had nothing better to do but dance, and drink. And yes, they drank.
He fiddled with a knife, carelessly left there by one of the houselves; who'd been up earlier to tidy the room. Needless to say, it was only a butter knife; someone of Harry's mind capability could do himself a lot of damage! Anyway, making this as short, and painless as possible, without really thinking about it, Harry flipped the knife over, and it suddenly plunged into his wrist. He might have been able to be saved, even if the main vein/artery thing had been cut, but no one heard him scream, there for he died of blood loss.
Meanwhile (just so I can drag this on for a few more chapters, now that I have no Harry Potter to deal with), Ron, and Lara where sitting in the yard, on the dock near the lake, snogging…like usual.
"Ron." Lara mused, "Do you figure we should go and see Hermione, and Snape?"
"About what?"
"Well, I mean…shouldn't we…do something about all this?"
"No." Ron shook his head, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, pushing her back onto the dock, only to have Lara lean upwards again.
"You know, maybe your right. My uncle is a grown man! He can take care of himself! He doesn't need a fifteen year old to take care of him…Oh! Yes he does!" She sighed, burring her face into her hands.
"Now, now, Lara." Ron patted her on the back, "Don't talk like that. Your uncle is a fine man! Sure, he's a bit old, but Hermione likes him well enough. She can take care of him. After all, she's the one-"
Lara began to weep.
"Oh gosh…" Ron sighed, "We're not going to snog again anytime soon, are we?"
Lara, still weeping, shook her head no, "I need someone to talk to…"
"Shall I go get one of the girls, or-"
"No! I want to talk to you! Gosh Ron! We've established a relationship now! I think the least you could do is talk to me!" Lara peered at him through tears.
" Oh, well I just assumed-"
"That's the problem with you men; you only think of yourselves!" She cried into the palms of her hands, "That's not all you PIGS do! Your constantly needing us to-"
Ron chose then to tune the moody girl out. She must have the painters in, or something. She wasn't like that the day before…the day before had been lovely.
Just then, her remembered a particularily tasty looking Hufflepuff he'd seen earlier…Mmm…He could use a new snogging partner…after all, if all Lara was going to do was-
"Ron! Ron! Are you listening to me! Gosh! That's another thing you men do! Once we women folk start talking about something that doesn't remotely interest you, you tune us out, and start thinking about…playboy or something!"
"Mm? What dearest?" Ron looked at her, "I was just…ah…thinking about this lovely bouquet I was going to buy you…absolutely beautiful!" He lied.
"Oh! Really?" She tilted her head to look at him, "Lets snog."
"Okay!" Ron shrugged, and allowed Lara to push him back onto the dock.
Meanwhile…Hermione, and Snape where laying in a heap on the floor, their clothes off in another corner.
"That was…" Hermione tried to find words for the extreme wave of…well…she couldn't find words (mainly because I can't).
"Wonderful? Exquisite? Or was it…rough? Hurried? Perhaps even painful?" Snape tried to find her words for her.
"No…" Hermione shrugged, "I guess it was…nice."
"Nice?" Snape asked, "We just got done doing unspeakables, and your saying it was NICE?"
Hermione nodded, smiling slightly at him; Snape wrinkled his nose at her, while standing.
"Get out of my room, you weirdo!" He tugged a robe over his head, before realizing it was Hermione's…"Whoops."
Hermione giggled, as Snape tossed the robe to her, and pulled his rightful robe over his head.
"So, out Miss Granger…now." He pulled her up from the floor, and pushed her towards the door, as she pulled her robe over her head.
"Oh, Severus, you don't Mean that…" She cooed, turning, and pushing him back to the bed, "Now lets do it RIGHT this time…"