Chapter 5 "Complicated" Crestfallen
I am feeling unnaturally generous today, so I am putting up this chapter on Thursday instead of Friday. You all should get down on your knees and praise the ground that I tread upon...
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Ok, FINE! I am going on vacation and have not one generous nerve in my body. I am headed out to the country to play cowgirl for a week! YEEEHAW! Only 2 more chapters to go, peoples! Remember to READ AND REVIEW!!!!!
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A duck? Harry looked up into the sky. Nothing. Vernon came out seconds later. "We can go now." He grunted. Harry jumped into the driver's seat and Vernon put Hedwig in the back and placed himself on the passenger side. Harry rolled his eyes. Now Uncle Vernon was closer and would be more annoying than ever. Damn. He started the car and drove out of the station. Vernon began to get himself comfortable. "Just know this, Harry, when we get home, you are going to get it..." Vernon muttered as he stared out the window. How perfect, he knew that he would be in trouble, but this trip was punishment enough.
After another half an hour, Harry decided to turn on the radio. He hated muggle music, but there were some exceptions. He turned past the jazz, past the techno, past the dance beats and to some modern things that he had heard before. They were no Weird Sister, but it wasn't too bad. Harry was just beginning to relax again when Uncle Vernon turned around and switched the radio to classical. A loud piece with a piercingly high trumpet filled the car. Harry glared at his uncle and turned it back to the modern music. Vernon turned it back. Back and forth, the radio control war raged on. Vernon was giving Harry death glares as was Harry to his uncle. Vernon pressed the classical station again, somewhat harder than he intended, the radio began to shoot sparks and fizzle. Harry and Vernon leaned back to get away from the electricity's reach. "Now look what you have done, you stupid boy!" Vernon roared. Harry rolled his eyes for the thousandth time that day. He didn't care anymore. Things were just not looking good for him today.
"Kingston 26 miles' read the nearest sign. Harry sighed in relief. Only half an hour more until he could confess his love to Hemrione. He had to be in the lead! He hadn't seen anyone else yet.
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"And then Snape came over and looked at my work. I knew it wasn't right, and he knew that I hadn't done it right. So when he came over he began to tell me off. He said, "Mr. Longbottom, your work is, once again, terribly wrong. Because you cannot do anything right, I am going to give you a deten..." My Hermione cut him off before he could say 'detention'. She told him, "Professor, Neville isn't finished yet! He hadn't put in these powdered roots that he had already cut." I looked at her and she winked at me. I added them, and it perfected the er... stuff."" Neville was trying his hardest not to reveal that he went to a school for wizards.
"So what happened? Did you get out of the detention?" Asked a girl in black jeans.
"Yes, she saved me, again."
All of the train car passengers sighed in relief.
"Neville, this girl is very sweet. I understand why you want to get to her so fast." One of the older men said from the other end.
"What kind of cooking class was that?" Asked one of the teen boys. Neville decided to ignore that question.
"But that isn't it! She also saved my life last year when I was close to death."
The whole car was rapt in attention, staring at Neville. They didn't want to miss a word of what he was saying.
"Well, it was near Christmas, and it is very cold where I go to school. There is a lake on the grounds. We were all wondering around in the seven inches of snow when I walked too far and fell through the ice. I hadn't remembered that the lake was there. The grounds looked larger when it was covered with snow. I fell through the ice. I knew I was going to die. My clothes were sinking me, and I was too cold to swim." All thirty-three people gasped. "But Then I saw her. She saved me! She err... found some rope. She saved my life!"
They all sighed.
"But didn't any of your other friends help?" asked a lady in a green dress.
"No, they didn't know what had happened! She was the only one who helped me!"
They all began to mutter among themselves.
"We all want to help you be the first to Hermione!" Said the man in the suit.
"Yeah, Neville! We are going to help you get there first!" Said a woman.
Neville looked at Mum Maureen who smiled at him.
"Thank you, everyone! This means so much to me!"
"Oh, we want to see you two happy!" sobbed a pair of teen twins. They went over and hugged Neville. They were sobbing on his shoulder.
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"So, Ron, where are you from?" asked Charles.
"A small place in the middle of the country. About seventy miles from London." He said as he stared out of the window. He wondered how far he was from Kingston.
"Charles, how far are we from Kingston?" He finally asked.
"About ten minutes. Wait, I am getting something from the station."
There was a lot of static and broken up speaking. By some great skill, Charles understood everything that was said.
"Ron, sorry, but we need to stop at York. It is an emergency and it is as far as we can go today. Sorry, son, but we will have to drop you there."
"How far is it to Kingston?"
"About half an hour drive." He said.
Ron looked down at his knees. He wasn't going to make it. He was far behind everyone else. He could just see Harry and Hermione together at that moment. It made him angry.
After two minutes, they landed the chopper and piled out.
"Thanks for the ride. I really appreciated it." He said with sincerity.
"No problem, kid. You can probably get a taxi over there. Do you have any money?" Amy asked.
Ron shook his head. He had four sickles, that wasn't going to work. Anyway, what was a taxi?
"Here," Amy handed his a fifty euro banknote. Ron looked at the orange piece of paper blankly for a couple of seconds.
"Thanks." He finally said. He didn't know what else to say. What could he get with a piece of orange paper? Charles came over to say good-bye. He put a hand on Ron's shoulder and squeezed it.
"Ron, I wish we had a son like you. You are a good kid." Charles said.
Ron was really taken aback now. He never expected Charles to say something like that!
"Thanks." Ron just wanted to leave.
"Bye, Ron." Charles and Amy said together. He turned around to leave, they walked into the building near by and out of Ron's sight. He looked at the chopper in front of him. They had left the door open. A thought crossed Ron's mind. He had watched them fly it, he was pretty confident that he could do it. Kingston was only twelve minutes south east of York! He would still be first! He knew it. He casually walked over to the chopper cockpit door, opened it and got in. Putting on the headset and his safety belt was the easy part, but now he had to start it. He pushed a few buttons and pulled a few levers. Finally, after seven minutes of toying with it, he started the blasted machine. He took the joystick and pulled up. He was leaving the ground, totally unnoticed. He would be at Hermione soon.
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Draco sat in the car, the wind whipping through his long hair. Sheila was smiling at him and scratching his ears every so often. She wasn't that bad of a muggle. If he were really a dog, he wouldn't mind staying with her. She was pretty, sweet, and relaxed. He was finally starting to enjoy himself. This muggle contraption wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. He looked out the window and saw the next sign.
'Kingston next exit'
Draco almost started crying. He was finally there. The exit was right ahead of them. It came and went. Draco looked at Sheila, he had to leave her here. He went over to her, licked her cheek and jumped out of the car. He ran as fast as he could to the road exit. BAM!!!!! He was hit unconscious...
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Goddess Gryffindor~ Well, If you don't get it, that is okay! I will explain it to you. Okay, here it goes...
Hermione pictures herself as a total brain, but she isn't THAT smart. Ron thinks of her as a perfect housewife, Harry as a super spy, action person with him. Draco pictures her as a sex bomb and Neville pictures her as a smart woman who is there to save is sorry ass when in need. Hermione leaves the platform with her parents and in some complicated way, Draco, Harry, Ron, and Neville let out that they all are in love with Hermione. Well, now they are all on a quest to tell her that they love her first. Get it? Harry is stuck in a car with Vernon, Ron is in the air, Draco is a mutt, and Neville is on the train. Who will reach her first? Read to find out!
YSM~ Thanks for reading! Really? You thought that it was that good!? I love you for that! I will not continue writing it because I have already finished! Only two more chapters to go!
EaRtHaNgEl831~ Thanks AGAIN for reviewing! I can always count on you, buddy! I have to admit, I also loved the fact that I can make Ron get hurt. Call me a crack, but I get all happy inside when I see him hurt. I don't even know why I put him in this story to begin with. (Because I ran out of other options... I was desperate, so I put Neville in too!) You will check out my other stories?!? You are nice! You don't have to check for the story FRIDAY or SATURDAY. They will be here THURSDAY!
That's all for now, REVIEW MY FIC!
~Birdie
I am feeling unnaturally generous today, so I am putting up this chapter on Thursday instead of Friday. You all should get down on your knees and praise the ground that I tread upon...
...
...
Ok, FINE! I am going on vacation and have not one generous nerve in my body. I am headed out to the country to play cowgirl for a week! YEEEHAW! Only 2 more chapters to go, peoples! Remember to READ AND REVIEW!!!!!
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A duck? Harry looked up into the sky. Nothing. Vernon came out seconds later. "We can go now." He grunted. Harry jumped into the driver's seat and Vernon put Hedwig in the back and placed himself on the passenger side. Harry rolled his eyes. Now Uncle Vernon was closer and would be more annoying than ever. Damn. He started the car and drove out of the station. Vernon began to get himself comfortable. "Just know this, Harry, when we get home, you are going to get it..." Vernon muttered as he stared out the window. How perfect, he knew that he would be in trouble, but this trip was punishment enough.
After another half an hour, Harry decided to turn on the radio. He hated muggle music, but there were some exceptions. He turned past the jazz, past the techno, past the dance beats and to some modern things that he had heard before. They were no Weird Sister, but it wasn't too bad. Harry was just beginning to relax again when Uncle Vernon turned around and switched the radio to classical. A loud piece with a piercingly high trumpet filled the car. Harry glared at his uncle and turned it back to the modern music. Vernon turned it back. Back and forth, the radio control war raged on. Vernon was giving Harry death glares as was Harry to his uncle. Vernon pressed the classical station again, somewhat harder than he intended, the radio began to shoot sparks and fizzle. Harry and Vernon leaned back to get away from the electricity's reach. "Now look what you have done, you stupid boy!" Vernon roared. Harry rolled his eyes for the thousandth time that day. He didn't care anymore. Things were just not looking good for him today.
"Kingston 26 miles' read the nearest sign. Harry sighed in relief. Only half an hour more until he could confess his love to Hemrione. He had to be in the lead! He hadn't seen anyone else yet.
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"And then Snape came over and looked at my work. I knew it wasn't right, and he knew that I hadn't done it right. So when he came over he began to tell me off. He said, "Mr. Longbottom, your work is, once again, terribly wrong. Because you cannot do anything right, I am going to give you a deten..." My Hermione cut him off before he could say 'detention'. She told him, "Professor, Neville isn't finished yet! He hadn't put in these powdered roots that he had already cut." I looked at her and she winked at me. I added them, and it perfected the er... stuff."" Neville was trying his hardest not to reveal that he went to a school for wizards.
"So what happened? Did you get out of the detention?" Asked a girl in black jeans.
"Yes, she saved me, again."
All of the train car passengers sighed in relief.
"Neville, this girl is very sweet. I understand why you want to get to her so fast." One of the older men said from the other end.
"What kind of cooking class was that?" Asked one of the teen boys. Neville decided to ignore that question.
"But that isn't it! She also saved my life last year when I was close to death."
The whole car was rapt in attention, staring at Neville. They didn't want to miss a word of what he was saying.
"Well, it was near Christmas, and it is very cold where I go to school. There is a lake on the grounds. We were all wondering around in the seven inches of snow when I walked too far and fell through the ice. I hadn't remembered that the lake was there. The grounds looked larger when it was covered with snow. I fell through the ice. I knew I was going to die. My clothes were sinking me, and I was too cold to swim." All thirty-three people gasped. "But Then I saw her. She saved me! She err... found some rope. She saved my life!"
They all sighed.
"But didn't any of your other friends help?" asked a lady in a green dress.
"No, they didn't know what had happened! She was the only one who helped me!"
They all began to mutter among themselves.
"We all want to help you be the first to Hermione!" Said the man in the suit.
"Yeah, Neville! We are going to help you get there first!" Said a woman.
Neville looked at Mum Maureen who smiled at him.
"Thank you, everyone! This means so much to me!"
"Oh, we want to see you two happy!" sobbed a pair of teen twins. They went over and hugged Neville. They were sobbing on his shoulder.
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"So, Ron, where are you from?" asked Charles.
"A small place in the middle of the country. About seventy miles from London." He said as he stared out of the window. He wondered how far he was from Kingston.
"Charles, how far are we from Kingston?" He finally asked.
"About ten minutes. Wait, I am getting something from the station."
There was a lot of static and broken up speaking. By some great skill, Charles understood everything that was said.
"Ron, sorry, but we need to stop at York. It is an emergency and it is as far as we can go today. Sorry, son, but we will have to drop you there."
"How far is it to Kingston?"
"About half an hour drive." He said.
Ron looked down at his knees. He wasn't going to make it. He was far behind everyone else. He could just see Harry and Hermione together at that moment. It made him angry.
After two minutes, they landed the chopper and piled out.
"Thanks for the ride. I really appreciated it." He said with sincerity.
"No problem, kid. You can probably get a taxi over there. Do you have any money?" Amy asked.
Ron shook his head. He had four sickles, that wasn't going to work. Anyway, what was a taxi?
"Here," Amy handed his a fifty euro banknote. Ron looked at the orange piece of paper blankly for a couple of seconds.
"Thanks." He finally said. He didn't know what else to say. What could he get with a piece of orange paper? Charles came over to say good-bye. He put a hand on Ron's shoulder and squeezed it.
"Ron, I wish we had a son like you. You are a good kid." Charles said.
Ron was really taken aback now. He never expected Charles to say something like that!
"Thanks." Ron just wanted to leave.
"Bye, Ron." Charles and Amy said together. He turned around to leave, they walked into the building near by and out of Ron's sight. He looked at the chopper in front of him. They had left the door open. A thought crossed Ron's mind. He had watched them fly it, he was pretty confident that he could do it. Kingston was only twelve minutes south east of York! He would still be first! He knew it. He casually walked over to the chopper cockpit door, opened it and got in. Putting on the headset and his safety belt was the easy part, but now he had to start it. He pushed a few buttons and pulled a few levers. Finally, after seven minutes of toying with it, he started the blasted machine. He took the joystick and pulled up. He was leaving the ground, totally unnoticed. He would be at Hermione soon.
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Draco sat in the car, the wind whipping through his long hair. Sheila was smiling at him and scratching his ears every so often. She wasn't that bad of a muggle. If he were really a dog, he wouldn't mind staying with her. She was pretty, sweet, and relaxed. He was finally starting to enjoy himself. This muggle contraption wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. He looked out the window and saw the next sign.
'Kingston next exit'
Draco almost started crying. He was finally there. The exit was right ahead of them. It came and went. Draco looked at Sheila, he had to leave her here. He went over to her, licked her cheek and jumped out of the car. He ran as fast as he could to the road exit. BAM!!!!! He was hit unconscious...
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Goddess Gryffindor~ Well, If you don't get it, that is okay! I will explain it to you. Okay, here it goes...
Hermione pictures herself as a total brain, but she isn't THAT smart. Ron thinks of her as a perfect housewife, Harry as a super spy, action person with him. Draco pictures her as a sex bomb and Neville pictures her as a smart woman who is there to save is sorry ass when in need. Hermione leaves the platform with her parents and in some complicated way, Draco, Harry, Ron, and Neville let out that they all are in love with Hermione. Well, now they are all on a quest to tell her that they love her first. Get it? Harry is stuck in a car with Vernon, Ron is in the air, Draco is a mutt, and Neville is on the train. Who will reach her first? Read to find out!
YSM~ Thanks for reading! Really? You thought that it was that good!? I love you for that! I will not continue writing it because I have already finished! Only two more chapters to go!
EaRtHaNgEl831~ Thanks AGAIN for reviewing! I can always count on you, buddy! I have to admit, I also loved the fact that I can make Ron get hurt. Call me a crack, but I get all happy inside when I see him hurt. I don't even know why I put him in this story to begin with. (Because I ran out of other options... I was desperate, so I put Neville in too!) You will check out my other stories?!? You are nice! You don't have to check for the story FRIDAY or SATURDAY. They will be here THURSDAY!
That's all for now, REVIEW MY FIC!
~Birdie