Harry woke around 9:30 that morning and walked down to the common room. He was shocked to see that Ron and Hermione were actually in the same room! Hermione and Ginny were deep in conversation as they worked on some homework. Not far off, Ron and Neville were in the middle of a game of wizard chess. Harry frowned as he headed towards Ginny and Hermione. Could Hermione be telling Ginny? Harry knew Ron would not be happy about Hermione telling Ginny his deepest secret, but with the fight they were in, he wouldn't be all that surprised. He began walking towards the girls, but Neville called him over. Harry looked longingly at Ginny, but turned around and walked to Neville.
"She said yes!" Neville was in a fit of ectasy. Ron was looking rather rancid as he stared over at Ginny and Hermione, yet he noticed Harry looking at him and forced a smile.
"That's great Neville. Congrats," Harry was still giving Ron a searching look. Neville started going on about how he had asked Parvati to the dance, when Fred and George made a blazing entrance.
"Today is the perfect day for.... a snowball fight!!!!" cried Fred, grinning mischieviously. George was rubbing his hands together and staring at the lot.
"Great idea!" cried Neville, "I'll go and find Parvati and Lavender!" After Neville returned with Lavender and Parvati, who were giggling and whispering about something as usual, the whole group walked briskly behind Fred and George, excited about a great snowball fight. Harry walked between Ron and Hermione. There was definite animosity around them. Harry decided maybe this wasn't the best time to tell them about the Order of Pheonix, yet he had to get it off his shoulders soon... suddenly he saw Cho Chang, walking by herself. Staring longingly at her, he wondered once again why she had decided to stay for Christmas.
"I'll meet you guys out there in a second," Harry said as he walked towards Cho,
"Hey Cho... what you up to?" He couldn't believe his bravery.
"Nothing much," Cho seemed to be interupted from a deep thought, yet Harry didn't notice since he was so nervous.
"Well...I was wondering..." Harry was even more astonished by his next gallant words as a fresh blush burst on his cheeks, "Would you like to join my friends and I in a snowball fight."
She looked up at Harry and gave him the most beautiful smile he had ever seen, her worried expression immediately disappearing, "Ok."
Harry walked out rather aware that he had a gorgeous girl at his side. He saw that the rest of the gang had already started the snowball fight. He looked at Cho and gave a playful smirk and ran out into the barely touched snow field. As he gathered snow, he was hit by George and he quickly hit him back. Neville was making a racket as a giggling Parvati chased him pelting snowball after snowball at his back. Harry laughed jovially as he looked at Cho, who had George on the ground with the constant snowballs she threw.
Then Harry wondered where Hermione and Ron were. He looked around and saw Hermione behind Ginny and Lavender. Hermione looked rather dangerous as she gathered snow. She catapulted them in a particular direction. Harry followed it with his eyes and saw Ron ducking not far off. It occurred to him suddenly why Hermione had an urge to throw snowballs at Ron. Harry, at first, was thinking Ron deserved it, but then he remembered the previous night, the true, lovestruck sobs of Ron. A sudden anger filled Harry that he didn't expect. He stormed towards Hermione without thinking, and made a nice, hard snowball, pelting it in her face. He threw several as Hermione continued to try and violently throw more at Ron. A snowball hit Harry rather abruptly and he looked towards the direction it had came from. Ron's face was contorted into a sneer, and his face was red with anger. Harry couldn't figure out why Ron was angry at him now, but right now he was too angry at Hermione to think about it.
He threw another snowball at Hermione and heard Ron mutter, "Not at her you don't!". It suddenly occurred to Harry why Ron didn't want Harry throwing snowballs at Hermione, but his loathing deepened even more. Harry starting throwing snowballs as violently at Hermione was throwing them at Ron, and not long after, Ron was throwing them violently at Harry. Fred, George, Ginny and the rest of the gang stopped what they were doing and stared at the inevitably angered threesome. Harry, Ron and Hermione obviously didn't know they were causing a scene, because they continued to pelt snowballs at one another, with livid stitches on their faces. It was quite a scene.
Christmas was rather grim compared to previous years. Harry opened his presents in silence. Dobby came to visit and gave him a lovely pair of new socks, this time with black dragons on one and green on the other. Hagrid had sent an exotic looking wooden leopard but had said nothing in his note except telling Harry he missed him terribly and to check to make sure Professor Sprout was caring for Fang well. Hermione and Ron had given him the usual from Hogsmeade, nothing special. This hurt him badly. He threw Mrs. Weasley's sweater aside in grief.
Harry thought things couldn't get any worse than the day before, yet they had. Hermione and Ron were really tense and silent around each other. Harry chose to hang around with Neville and Ginny for the rest of Christmas break. He couldn't take the animosity around either of his friends. Ron stayed around with Fred and George. Hermione followed the giggling Parvati and Lavender.
Harry didn't see much of Ron. Ron was apparently still mad at him for hitting Hermione with the snowballs. Hermione stayed away from Ron for obvious reasons. Therefore, Ron was pretty much by himself. Harry talked to Hermione in the halls sometimes, but it was obvious Hermione didn't want to. She seemed very far off every time he saw her. Classes resumed a week after Christmas.
The Gryffindor fifth years started with Professor Fletcher's class. Unfortunately, there was assigned seating in this class, so he walked gloomily to his seat right next to Hermione and minutes later, Ron sat on the other side of him. It was the first time he had been in the same room with them since the snowball fight. Harry looked at Ron through the corner of his eye and saw how nervous he looked. He was shaking a pencil in his hand furiously. It dropped to the ground. Harry was so nervous when he quickly bent down to pick it up; so nervous that he didn't see Ron bending down to pick it up either, therefore they bumped heads.
"Erm, sorry," Ron mumbled. He was about to continue with something else, but seemed to have changed his mind, or maybe it was because Professor Fletcher began his lesson at that moment, Harry couldn't tell. Hermione had kept a wary eye on the two the entire time.
"All right class," Professor Fletcher said in his usual timid voice (or at least in his disguised voice Harry thought, suddenly remembering his night at the Order of Pheonix meeting), "Please put away your books, because today we are going to practice dueling with Professor Flitwick's class. We have agreed that maybe it would do you guys some...er...good..."
A whispering hum filled the classroom. None of the teachers had ever combined classes, let alone had a field trip. Harry thought he knew why they were doing this though. Could the teachers think it was dire to teach dueling to the students as danger came nearer and nearer to Hogwarts? Harry grew slightly pale at the thought.
"Is something wrong Harry?" It was Hermione. Harry turned around to see that everyone else was heading out of the class room. He must have been thinking too hard to notice. Hermione looked startled to see Harry so pale. Ron was standing a couple feet away, straggling behind to see what the problem was. Harry staggered to his feet and strided towards Hermione and then grabbed Ron by the sleeve. Harry was sick and tired of all the fighting,
"I don't care if you guys are mad a me or whoever, there is something I need to talk to you guys about!"
Disclaimer- The characters, setting, etc. belong to the most talented writer in the world (JK Rowling), yet the plot was developed, with inspiration from the greatest writer in the world, by yours truly ;o)
"She said yes!" Neville was in a fit of ectasy. Ron was looking rather rancid as he stared over at Ginny and Hermione, yet he noticed Harry looking at him and forced a smile.
"That's great Neville. Congrats," Harry was still giving Ron a searching look. Neville started going on about how he had asked Parvati to the dance, when Fred and George made a blazing entrance.
"Today is the perfect day for.... a snowball fight!!!!" cried Fred, grinning mischieviously. George was rubbing his hands together and staring at the lot.
"Great idea!" cried Neville, "I'll go and find Parvati and Lavender!" After Neville returned with Lavender and Parvati, who were giggling and whispering about something as usual, the whole group walked briskly behind Fred and George, excited about a great snowball fight. Harry walked between Ron and Hermione. There was definite animosity around them. Harry decided maybe this wasn't the best time to tell them about the Order of Pheonix, yet he had to get it off his shoulders soon... suddenly he saw Cho Chang, walking by herself. Staring longingly at her, he wondered once again why she had decided to stay for Christmas.
"I'll meet you guys out there in a second," Harry said as he walked towards Cho,
"Hey Cho... what you up to?" He couldn't believe his bravery.
"Nothing much," Cho seemed to be interupted from a deep thought, yet Harry didn't notice since he was so nervous.
"Well...I was wondering..." Harry was even more astonished by his next gallant words as a fresh blush burst on his cheeks, "Would you like to join my friends and I in a snowball fight."
She looked up at Harry and gave him the most beautiful smile he had ever seen, her worried expression immediately disappearing, "Ok."
Harry walked out rather aware that he had a gorgeous girl at his side. He saw that the rest of the gang had already started the snowball fight. He looked at Cho and gave a playful smirk and ran out into the barely touched snow field. As he gathered snow, he was hit by George and he quickly hit him back. Neville was making a racket as a giggling Parvati chased him pelting snowball after snowball at his back. Harry laughed jovially as he looked at Cho, who had George on the ground with the constant snowballs she threw.
Then Harry wondered where Hermione and Ron were. He looked around and saw Hermione behind Ginny and Lavender. Hermione looked rather dangerous as she gathered snow. She catapulted them in a particular direction. Harry followed it with his eyes and saw Ron ducking not far off. It occurred to him suddenly why Hermione had an urge to throw snowballs at Ron. Harry, at first, was thinking Ron deserved it, but then he remembered the previous night, the true, lovestruck sobs of Ron. A sudden anger filled Harry that he didn't expect. He stormed towards Hermione without thinking, and made a nice, hard snowball, pelting it in her face. He threw several as Hermione continued to try and violently throw more at Ron. A snowball hit Harry rather abruptly and he looked towards the direction it had came from. Ron's face was contorted into a sneer, and his face was red with anger. Harry couldn't figure out why Ron was angry at him now, but right now he was too angry at Hermione to think about it.
He threw another snowball at Hermione and heard Ron mutter, "Not at her you don't!". It suddenly occurred to Harry why Ron didn't want Harry throwing snowballs at Hermione, but his loathing deepened even more. Harry starting throwing snowballs as violently at Hermione was throwing them at Ron, and not long after, Ron was throwing them violently at Harry. Fred, George, Ginny and the rest of the gang stopped what they were doing and stared at the inevitably angered threesome. Harry, Ron and Hermione obviously didn't know they were causing a scene, because they continued to pelt snowballs at one another, with livid stitches on their faces. It was quite a scene.
Christmas was rather grim compared to previous years. Harry opened his presents in silence. Dobby came to visit and gave him a lovely pair of new socks, this time with black dragons on one and green on the other. Hagrid had sent an exotic looking wooden leopard but had said nothing in his note except telling Harry he missed him terribly and to check to make sure Professor Sprout was caring for Fang well. Hermione and Ron had given him the usual from Hogsmeade, nothing special. This hurt him badly. He threw Mrs. Weasley's sweater aside in grief.
Harry thought things couldn't get any worse than the day before, yet they had. Hermione and Ron were really tense and silent around each other. Harry chose to hang around with Neville and Ginny for the rest of Christmas break. He couldn't take the animosity around either of his friends. Ron stayed around with Fred and George. Hermione followed the giggling Parvati and Lavender.
Harry didn't see much of Ron. Ron was apparently still mad at him for hitting Hermione with the snowballs. Hermione stayed away from Ron for obvious reasons. Therefore, Ron was pretty much by himself. Harry talked to Hermione in the halls sometimes, but it was obvious Hermione didn't want to. She seemed very far off every time he saw her. Classes resumed a week after Christmas.
The Gryffindor fifth years started with Professor Fletcher's class. Unfortunately, there was assigned seating in this class, so he walked gloomily to his seat right next to Hermione and minutes later, Ron sat on the other side of him. It was the first time he had been in the same room with them since the snowball fight. Harry looked at Ron through the corner of his eye and saw how nervous he looked. He was shaking a pencil in his hand furiously. It dropped to the ground. Harry was so nervous when he quickly bent down to pick it up; so nervous that he didn't see Ron bending down to pick it up either, therefore they bumped heads.
"Erm, sorry," Ron mumbled. He was about to continue with something else, but seemed to have changed his mind, or maybe it was because Professor Fletcher began his lesson at that moment, Harry couldn't tell. Hermione had kept a wary eye on the two the entire time.
"All right class," Professor Fletcher said in his usual timid voice (or at least in his disguised voice Harry thought, suddenly remembering his night at the Order of Pheonix meeting), "Please put away your books, because today we are going to practice dueling with Professor Flitwick's class. We have agreed that maybe it would do you guys some...er...good..."
A whispering hum filled the classroom. None of the teachers had ever combined classes, let alone had a field trip. Harry thought he knew why they were doing this though. Could the teachers think it was dire to teach dueling to the students as danger came nearer and nearer to Hogwarts? Harry grew slightly pale at the thought.
"Is something wrong Harry?" It was Hermione. Harry turned around to see that everyone else was heading out of the class room. He must have been thinking too hard to notice. Hermione looked startled to see Harry so pale. Ron was standing a couple feet away, straggling behind to see what the problem was. Harry staggered to his feet and strided towards Hermione and then grabbed Ron by the sleeve. Harry was sick and tired of all the fighting,
"I don't care if you guys are mad a me or whoever, there is something I need to talk to you guys about!"
Disclaimer- The characters, setting, etc. belong to the most talented writer in the world (JK Rowling), yet the plot was developed, with inspiration from the greatest writer in the world, by yours truly ;o)
