Dreams
Chapter 3: No Secret Telling Yet
A/N: Okay I'm going to stop begging for reviews. It just gets annoying. Anyways, to the story.
A/N2: I just wanted to thank my reviewers. You've given me food for thought and I really like that. Thanks!!
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About an hour later Harry and his friends, Ron and Hermione, were down in the dungeons. They had potions. It wasn't that they didn't like potions; it was the teacher. Snape always hated the Gryffindors and why couldn't he. He was the head of Slytherin. Harry, of course, had it worse because his dad had played a trick on Snape years ago.
"Harry," Hermione whispered.
"What?" Harry said, with a little caution in his voice. Snape was near. Naturally, he started to pick on Neville.
"Well, you didn't get a chance to talk about your …" Ron was saying as he was rudely interrupted by Snape.
"Ten points from Gryffindor," the evil slimy teacher proclaimed.
Ron was about to give Snape a piece of his mind but Hermione held him back.
Snape sensed this disdain instantly and growled quietly, "I told you to do the assignment on your own".
No one said a word until class let out, which seemed like an eternity. Harry seemed a little relieved; he still wasn't so sure that he wanted to tell his friends yet. In the halls Ron and Hermione finally caught up to him.
"Harry, you still haven't told us what you were dreaming about…" Hermione asked. She was very eager and curious.
"Yeah, were you dreaming about Cho," Ron added.
"Oh god not that stupid seeker again," Hermione said with a certain burst of anger.
"OoO, I think someone is jealous," Ron teased.
"No way," Hermione replied. The boys were unconvinced since there were vague tints of red on her cheeks. However, Hermione, being the smart and cunning girl she was (A/N: Is it too obvious that Hermione's my favorite) replied instantaneously,
"Well why were you so jealous of Viktor last year. Hmmm, we are waiting,".
Now it was Ron's turn to blush and unlike Hermione, his face turned as red as his hair. Harry was now finding this very amusing. The conversation was started because of his dreams and was now coming to an end with Hermione and Ron fighting. As entertaining as this all was Harry reminded them that they were going to be late for Transfiguration.
"Ok fine, we'll discuss your dream later Harry," Hermione said.
Finally they were in Transfiguration. Harry sat down, got his books out and noticed Ron glancing over at Hermione occasionally.
"Oh god, when is he ever going to tell her…," his mind wondered.
"Ok class take out your books so we can …," Professor McGonagall said. Or well that's the last that Harry heard. He had fallen asleep.
As Harry stepped into his parents house, he was shocked. Some psychologists could even say the experience would have caused permanent damage. HE saw his parents on their couch. Normal enough, right…WRONG. His parents were passed second base.
"Harry, what are you doing here" his mom, now turning extremely red said.
"Yeah, aren't you supposed to be in class?!?" his dad added.
"Oh sh…" Harry exclaimed, just as he was being awaken by Professor McGonagall.
"Potter, what were you doing?" McGonagall said in a monstrous voice.
"Ugh," Harry looked around the room and on his desk. Hermione had a cat and he had a fork.
"I was trying to make my fork into a cat," Harry replied.
"Harry, please see me after class".
The bell rings at that sudden moment. (A/N: Ok, I figured some of you guys would be like there aren't any bells in Hogwarts. Well guess what kids…It's MY fanfic and if you don't like it I don't care.)
Harry starts a sullen trek to the front of the room. McGonagall notices that he is worried and says,
"Don't worry, I'm not mad that you were sleeping. I just wanted to talk to you, see how you were holding up after," McGonagall trailed off as Harry had a rapid flashback of Malfoy, his smile, and the snitch in his hand.
"Well, um, okay I guess" Harry replied.
"Don't worry Harry, you're one of the best seekers Gryffindor has seen. I mean everybody loses at some time or another."
McGonagall almost tried to give him a hug but decided that it wasn't best. Harry could see that McGonagall was just a big softie at heart; of course there were many, and I am talking about many hard layers to get through first.
After an awkward silence, Harry got up and collected his books.
"Thanks, McGonagall I really needed it," Harry said.
"No problem, Potter" McGonagall replied kindly.
With that he picked up his load and left. It was lunchtime so he met Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table. He had been starving and he wasn't in the mood to talk.
"So Harry," Ron began but was quickly hushed up by Hermione. She could see that their famous friend was tired. She passed the turkey sandwiches and they ate without a sound.
*End of Chapter Three*
A/N: Okay fans (what am I talking about I have no fans) I lied. Nothing much has been revealed but even so I think it was an okay chapter. Toodles!! (well until next week.)
