Disclaimer: no, I STILL don't own any of these characters. 'cept for Mindy. Too bad she's gonna turn out to be a........ did u really think that I was going to give that away? Ha! Yeah rite...
Author's Note: I'm up for all the reviews. Good or bad. Even criticism. And yeah, I could've described the characters individually. But they haven't really changed much over the summer. Ron's still Ron, Harry's still Harry, and Hermione's still Hermione. Hell, Hagrid's still Hagrid! Dumbledore's still Dumbledore, Snape's still Snape, Malfoy's still Malfoy.... Uh you get the point. Anyways, maybe Ron got a little taller, more frecklier, and Harry's less skinny and Hermione's acting a little bit more like a girl. The thing that changed the most is, well, now, they've gotta learn to control hormones! But I do appreciate your points. So thanks!
Chapter 2: At This Age
"SLYTHERIN!" Ron said, pounding his fist on a table in the Gryffindor common room, after the feast.
You can tell that Hermione's obviously annoyed, by the way she said, "Oh Ron! Honestly!"
Harry didn't bother to put in his own comments, as he repositioned himself on a squashy armchair next to the burning fire.
Ron paused, then turned to Harry. "D'ya think they make all girls like that in America?" He received a death glare from Hermione, with this comment.
Harry replied, "Well, there's this muggle American singer called Britney Spears, Dudley has her pictures all over his room, and she has the largest - OW!"
Hermione had slapped him across the back of his head. Hard. "What you do that for?!" he asked rubbing his injury.
"Do think before you speak Harry!" Hermione snapped, and stormed off. "How can I think if you're constantly smaking my head?!" Harry called after her. They heard her slam the door to the girls' dormitory. Then, Harry muttered something that sounded like, "As if I don't have enough scars on my head already!"
"Girls." Ron said shaking his head. After another hour or so, talking about American girls, the boys eventually drifted off to bed.
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The next morning at breakfast, Hermione wasn't on speaking terms with Harry or Ron.
"Dean, would you please tell Ron to pass the honey syrup!" she said coldly.
Dean looked at Hermione, then at Ron. Then back again.
"Er - Ron, Hermione wants you to - " Dean started.
"I know what she wants! I heard her!" Ron snapped, passing the syrup to Dean, so that he can pass it to Hermione.
After that uncomfortable breakfast, where no one said much, the Gryffindor fifth years headed towards Transfiguration. For an hour and a half, they were all trying, unsuccessfully, besides Hermione who had completed her task in time record, to turn a porcupine into a bunch of needles sticking out from a pincushion. Neville accidentally sat on his porcupine in the beginning of class, and had to go to the hospital wing.
Finally, to everyone's relief, class was over. They trudged their way to Herbology with the Hufflepuffs. There, they did nothing but take notes on Sun Flowers. Literally. They were tiny suns, on a flower stem. According to Professor Sprout, Sun Flowers were very important sources of heat and light, in the beginning of time for witches and wizards.
As they shuffled out of greenhouse three, Ron asked Harry, "What do we have next?"
"Defense Against the Dark Arts." Harry replied.
"Wonder who's the teacher this time." Said Ron.
Walking into the castle on their way to DADA, Ron and Harry looked over at Hermione, walking alone. "Why do you reckon she's so mad?" Ron said. Harry shrugged and said nothing, even though he had a pretty good idea, and he guessed it had something to do with Hermione's confession to him over the summer.
"Think we should make up with her?" Ron asked, already missing Hermione.
"Yeah we should." Harry agreed.
When they entered the DADA room, Ron and Harry chose seats next to Hermione, who was already seated in the very front row. "'mione, look, me and Harry, we're sorry." Ron started. Harry quickly nodded. "Yeah, for whatever we said last night." Hermione was about to reply, when the teacher cleared his throat in front of the classroom. They all looked up, to see a light brown haired man, with somewhat familiar icy blue eyes. On the board behind him, letters formed out, "Professor Wilt".
"Wilt... Wilt. Isn't that Mindy's last name?" Ron muttered under his breath to Harry.
"You think he's her father?" Harry muttered back.
Professor Wilt cleared his throat again, and said, "Welcome. As many of you can see, I am Professor Wilt, and I will be your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." He had an American accent. "In this class, I will not tolerate un proper behavior! All will be punish, if one is as selfish as to act unappropriately!" He looked at each and every one of them, a sort of crazy glint in his eyes. When his eyes fell on Harry, he stopped. "Ah yes, of course... Harry Potter." His eyes lingered on the lightning bolt scar. There was a moment of silence, where everyone swifted uncomfortably in there seats. For the rest of the class, Professor wilt gave them a reading assignment, while he sat at his table, glaring at anyone who dared to look up from their book.
"That was weird!" Ron said, as soon as they walked out the door and headed towards lunch. "I don't like the way he was looking at Harry." Hermione frowned. She had decided to accept their apology, and they were chatting with each other normally now.
When they sat down at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, Ron looked over at the Slytherin table. Mindy was laughing at something Malfoy said. Ron sighed. It was so unfair. Its not that he didn't like his life or anything, but it was just so unfair!
Hermione interrupted Ron's thoughts as she said, "Ron, pass the bread please." Ron reached over and passed the bread to her.
"Oh good, you're speaking to each other again." Dean said in relief.
Last class they had was double Potions with the Slytherins.
"Double Potions!" Harry groaned on the way there. "With the Slytherins!"
"I heard from the Ravelclaws that we're going to learn to make the Unspeakable potion." Hermione said. "It's a potion that makes anyone who drinks it unable to talk."
When they got to class, they quickly sat down in the back of the classroom. Snape looked up from his desk, and glared at them.
He told everyone to pair up and gave them the ingredients to make the Unspeakable potion.
"That Malfoy..." Ron said angrily to Harry, who was his partner. Harry looked up to see what his friend was so angry about, and saw Malfoy paired up with Mindy.
"Don't worry about it." Harry said, as he added the snake tongue into the cauldron.
Halfway through the second period of potions, something happened. The loud explosion from Malfoy and Mindy's cauldron could be heard throughout the dungeon. Malfoy was quick, and jumped onto the table behind him, but Mindy sat there, as the half finished Unspeakable potion drenched all over her. In a matter of seconds, red boiling bubbles started popping up, all over her body. Snape looked furiously around the classroom, then stopped and let his gaze fall on Harry, who was halfway to putting dragon skin into the cauldron.
"POTTER!" Snape yelled, causing everyone to jump in their seats. "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?! THAT'S IT! 20 points off from Gryffindor!!!"
"I didn't do it!" Harry said. "DON'T LIE TO MY FACE POTTER - !" Snape started, but was interrupted by a quiet drawling voice. "It wasn't him Professor." Everyone gasped as they turned to the person who spoke. Malfoy.
"It was Weasly!" Malfoy pointed to Ron, who's mouth was open in shock.
Snape turned to Ron. "SO... Think you're funny, don't you Weasly? Well do you think this is funny? He leaned forward towards Ron. "40 points from Gryffindor!" Everyone in Gryffindor groaned. "And if I hear anyone complaining, I will take more points off!" Snape said, and everyone shut their mouths.
"Now, Weasly... since you think this is so funny, take Wilt up to the hospital wing!" Snape thought he was punishing Ron by making him take a Slytherin to the hospital wing, but he obviously forgot the way Ron protested that Mindy shouldn't even be in Slytherin.
After Ron and Mindy left, Snape said, "All of you! Get back to work! And I better not see anymore fooling around!" He glared at Harry. "Or else you will find yourself short another 60 points!"
"But Professor." Harry started. "I didn't do anything before! Ron didn't do anything!"
"Enough!" Snape bellowed. "Take another ten points from Gryffindor, for questioning a teacher's decision!" The Slytherins smirked satisfactorily.
After that hell of a potions class, the Gryffindors practically flew out of the dungeon and up to the Great Hall for dinner, before Snape could take anymore points off from them.
"Argh! Snape is so unfair!" Seamus groaned. They sat down at their table, as food magically appeared on the golden plates.
"Where is Ron?" Hermione said, looking at the empty seat next to her.
Harry shrugged. "Probably still at the hospital wing with Mindy." He said with a mouthful of chicken. Harry knew right away that he said the wrong thing, just with one look at Hermione.
Author's Note: I'm up for all the reviews. Good or bad. Even criticism. And yeah, I could've described the characters individually. But they haven't really changed much over the summer. Ron's still Ron, Harry's still Harry, and Hermione's still Hermione. Hell, Hagrid's still Hagrid! Dumbledore's still Dumbledore, Snape's still Snape, Malfoy's still Malfoy.... Uh you get the point. Anyways, maybe Ron got a little taller, more frecklier, and Harry's less skinny and Hermione's acting a little bit more like a girl. The thing that changed the most is, well, now, they've gotta learn to control hormones! But I do appreciate your points. So thanks!
Chapter 2: At This Age
"SLYTHERIN!" Ron said, pounding his fist on a table in the Gryffindor common room, after the feast.
You can tell that Hermione's obviously annoyed, by the way she said, "Oh Ron! Honestly!"
Harry didn't bother to put in his own comments, as he repositioned himself on a squashy armchair next to the burning fire.
Ron paused, then turned to Harry. "D'ya think they make all girls like that in America?" He received a death glare from Hermione, with this comment.
Harry replied, "Well, there's this muggle American singer called Britney Spears, Dudley has her pictures all over his room, and she has the largest - OW!"
Hermione had slapped him across the back of his head. Hard. "What you do that for?!" he asked rubbing his injury.
"Do think before you speak Harry!" Hermione snapped, and stormed off. "How can I think if you're constantly smaking my head?!" Harry called after her. They heard her slam the door to the girls' dormitory. Then, Harry muttered something that sounded like, "As if I don't have enough scars on my head already!"
"Girls." Ron said shaking his head. After another hour or so, talking about American girls, the boys eventually drifted off to bed.
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The next morning at breakfast, Hermione wasn't on speaking terms with Harry or Ron.
"Dean, would you please tell Ron to pass the honey syrup!" she said coldly.
Dean looked at Hermione, then at Ron. Then back again.
"Er - Ron, Hermione wants you to - " Dean started.
"I know what she wants! I heard her!" Ron snapped, passing the syrup to Dean, so that he can pass it to Hermione.
After that uncomfortable breakfast, where no one said much, the Gryffindor fifth years headed towards Transfiguration. For an hour and a half, they were all trying, unsuccessfully, besides Hermione who had completed her task in time record, to turn a porcupine into a bunch of needles sticking out from a pincushion. Neville accidentally sat on his porcupine in the beginning of class, and had to go to the hospital wing.
Finally, to everyone's relief, class was over. They trudged their way to Herbology with the Hufflepuffs. There, they did nothing but take notes on Sun Flowers. Literally. They were tiny suns, on a flower stem. According to Professor Sprout, Sun Flowers were very important sources of heat and light, in the beginning of time for witches and wizards.
As they shuffled out of greenhouse three, Ron asked Harry, "What do we have next?"
"Defense Against the Dark Arts." Harry replied.
"Wonder who's the teacher this time." Said Ron.
Walking into the castle on their way to DADA, Ron and Harry looked over at Hermione, walking alone. "Why do you reckon she's so mad?" Ron said. Harry shrugged and said nothing, even though he had a pretty good idea, and he guessed it had something to do with Hermione's confession to him over the summer.
"Think we should make up with her?" Ron asked, already missing Hermione.
"Yeah we should." Harry agreed.
When they entered the DADA room, Ron and Harry chose seats next to Hermione, who was already seated in the very front row. "'mione, look, me and Harry, we're sorry." Ron started. Harry quickly nodded. "Yeah, for whatever we said last night." Hermione was about to reply, when the teacher cleared his throat in front of the classroom. They all looked up, to see a light brown haired man, with somewhat familiar icy blue eyes. On the board behind him, letters formed out, "Professor Wilt".
"Wilt... Wilt. Isn't that Mindy's last name?" Ron muttered under his breath to Harry.
"You think he's her father?" Harry muttered back.
Professor Wilt cleared his throat again, and said, "Welcome. As many of you can see, I am Professor Wilt, and I will be your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." He had an American accent. "In this class, I will not tolerate un proper behavior! All will be punish, if one is as selfish as to act unappropriately!" He looked at each and every one of them, a sort of crazy glint in his eyes. When his eyes fell on Harry, he stopped. "Ah yes, of course... Harry Potter." His eyes lingered on the lightning bolt scar. There was a moment of silence, where everyone swifted uncomfortably in there seats. For the rest of the class, Professor wilt gave them a reading assignment, while he sat at his table, glaring at anyone who dared to look up from their book.
"That was weird!" Ron said, as soon as they walked out the door and headed towards lunch. "I don't like the way he was looking at Harry." Hermione frowned. She had decided to accept their apology, and they were chatting with each other normally now.
When they sat down at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, Ron looked over at the Slytherin table. Mindy was laughing at something Malfoy said. Ron sighed. It was so unfair. Its not that he didn't like his life or anything, but it was just so unfair!
Hermione interrupted Ron's thoughts as she said, "Ron, pass the bread please." Ron reached over and passed the bread to her.
"Oh good, you're speaking to each other again." Dean said in relief.
Last class they had was double Potions with the Slytherins.
"Double Potions!" Harry groaned on the way there. "With the Slytherins!"
"I heard from the Ravelclaws that we're going to learn to make the Unspeakable potion." Hermione said. "It's a potion that makes anyone who drinks it unable to talk."
When they got to class, they quickly sat down in the back of the classroom. Snape looked up from his desk, and glared at them.
He told everyone to pair up and gave them the ingredients to make the Unspeakable potion.
"That Malfoy..." Ron said angrily to Harry, who was his partner. Harry looked up to see what his friend was so angry about, and saw Malfoy paired up with Mindy.
"Don't worry about it." Harry said, as he added the snake tongue into the cauldron.
Halfway through the second period of potions, something happened. The loud explosion from Malfoy and Mindy's cauldron could be heard throughout the dungeon. Malfoy was quick, and jumped onto the table behind him, but Mindy sat there, as the half finished Unspeakable potion drenched all over her. In a matter of seconds, red boiling bubbles started popping up, all over her body. Snape looked furiously around the classroom, then stopped and let his gaze fall on Harry, who was halfway to putting dragon skin into the cauldron.
"POTTER!" Snape yelled, causing everyone to jump in their seats. "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?! THAT'S IT! 20 points off from Gryffindor!!!"
"I didn't do it!" Harry said. "DON'T LIE TO MY FACE POTTER - !" Snape started, but was interrupted by a quiet drawling voice. "It wasn't him Professor." Everyone gasped as they turned to the person who spoke. Malfoy.
"It was Weasly!" Malfoy pointed to Ron, who's mouth was open in shock.
Snape turned to Ron. "SO... Think you're funny, don't you Weasly? Well do you think this is funny? He leaned forward towards Ron. "40 points from Gryffindor!" Everyone in Gryffindor groaned. "And if I hear anyone complaining, I will take more points off!" Snape said, and everyone shut their mouths.
"Now, Weasly... since you think this is so funny, take Wilt up to the hospital wing!" Snape thought he was punishing Ron by making him take a Slytherin to the hospital wing, but he obviously forgot the way Ron protested that Mindy shouldn't even be in Slytherin.
After Ron and Mindy left, Snape said, "All of you! Get back to work! And I better not see anymore fooling around!" He glared at Harry. "Or else you will find yourself short another 60 points!"
"But Professor." Harry started. "I didn't do anything before! Ron didn't do anything!"
"Enough!" Snape bellowed. "Take another ten points from Gryffindor, for questioning a teacher's decision!" The Slytherins smirked satisfactorily.
After that hell of a potions class, the Gryffindors practically flew out of the dungeon and up to the Great Hall for dinner, before Snape could take anymore points off from them.
"Argh! Snape is so unfair!" Seamus groaned. They sat down at their table, as food magically appeared on the golden plates.
"Where is Ron?" Hermione said, looking at the empty seat next to her.
Harry shrugged. "Probably still at the hospital wing with Mindy." He said with a mouthful of chicken. Harry knew right away that he said the wrong thing, just with one look at Hermione.