Harry sat down. For the first time in what seemed like ages he was overcome
with hunger. It was no joke; he actually thought his stomach was about to
digest itself. He seized a plate and piled it high with toast, bacon and
sausages. Just as he began to, literally, stuff his face Ron and Hermione
sat down to his right.
"Well I'm glad to see you've got your appetite back." The relief in Hermione's voice was obvious. Ron nodded his agreement.
"Wha' ook oo 'uys so long?" Harry had always found it difficult to talk with his mouth full.
"Ah, there was an incident." Hermione chose her words carefully.
"An incident?" Harry had no idea what she was on about.
"Spiders, great big, bloody, buggery spiders."
"You don't know they were big. You didn't even see them!"
"Yeah. Listen to this Harry. I was sitting in an armchair in the common room waiting for Hermione, right? She was coming up behind me or something, and she saw all of these spiders coming out from under the chair. Someone's idea of a stupid joke," It was obvious that Ron was convinced that this 'someone' was either Fred, George or their powers combined. "Anyway, she just did this fancy Charm that us lay people won't learn until seventh year. It was an illuminary charm-"
"Illusionary charm, Ron" Hermione never could stand bad pronunciation.
"Fine, Illusionary charm. When she cast it, I couldn't see the spiders, it was like they were invisible. So I just got up when I saw her and went out of the common room like normal. Whoever, played that trick must be sick!"
"Well done Hermione. So, studying material two years ahead does pay off."
"Oh haha, very funny Harry. Glad to see you've got your fabulous sense of humour back as well as your appetite." Both of the friends knew that she actually meant this. The friendly affection in her voice at seeing Harry on the road to recovery wasn't lost on either of them.
Harry gave her a small smile while Ron squeezed her hand under the table.
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Draco eyed the Gryffindor breakfast table from across the Great Hall. He had spent all summer coming up with elaborate plans to humiliate Potter, only to come to school and find he had no use for them. Potter was already miserable. Draco couldn't figure out why for the life of him, but the point was Potter was a mess. Even trying to laugh and joke with his friends he looked pitifully drained and wan. Very satisfactory.
But that stupid Weasley. Draco's perfectly executed plan would have left Weasley a trembling wreck, for he had seen Weasley's extreme phobia of eight legged arachnids in second year. But that insufferable Granger girl just had to interfere. She had to use one of her stupid charms that she didn't bloody well need this year and ruin his brilliant plan.
But he already had some idea of how he was going to get even with her. Other people would have thought it going way too far, but Draco felt that she had foiled him far too many times and got far too much sympathy and recognition for it and she was going to pay.
But how to get Weasley. He had to hit him where it hurts, and hard. And then he saw it. Ron was holding Hermione's hand under the table.
"How convenient," Draco thought to himself. "Two birds with one stone." He allowed himself an evil chuckle and began to work out the finer details of his most serious undertaking to date.
"Well I'm glad to see you've got your appetite back." The relief in Hermione's voice was obvious. Ron nodded his agreement.
"Wha' ook oo 'uys so long?" Harry had always found it difficult to talk with his mouth full.
"Ah, there was an incident." Hermione chose her words carefully.
"An incident?" Harry had no idea what she was on about.
"Spiders, great big, bloody, buggery spiders."
"You don't know they were big. You didn't even see them!"
"Yeah. Listen to this Harry. I was sitting in an armchair in the common room waiting for Hermione, right? She was coming up behind me or something, and she saw all of these spiders coming out from under the chair. Someone's idea of a stupid joke," It was obvious that Ron was convinced that this 'someone' was either Fred, George or their powers combined. "Anyway, she just did this fancy Charm that us lay people won't learn until seventh year. It was an illuminary charm-"
"Illusionary charm, Ron" Hermione never could stand bad pronunciation.
"Fine, Illusionary charm. When she cast it, I couldn't see the spiders, it was like they were invisible. So I just got up when I saw her and went out of the common room like normal. Whoever, played that trick must be sick!"
"Well done Hermione. So, studying material two years ahead does pay off."
"Oh haha, very funny Harry. Glad to see you've got your fabulous sense of humour back as well as your appetite." Both of the friends knew that she actually meant this. The friendly affection in her voice at seeing Harry on the road to recovery wasn't lost on either of them.
Harry gave her a small smile while Ron squeezed her hand under the table.
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Draco eyed the Gryffindor breakfast table from across the Great Hall. He had spent all summer coming up with elaborate plans to humiliate Potter, only to come to school and find he had no use for them. Potter was already miserable. Draco couldn't figure out why for the life of him, but the point was Potter was a mess. Even trying to laugh and joke with his friends he looked pitifully drained and wan. Very satisfactory.
But that stupid Weasley. Draco's perfectly executed plan would have left Weasley a trembling wreck, for he had seen Weasley's extreme phobia of eight legged arachnids in second year. But that insufferable Granger girl just had to interfere. She had to use one of her stupid charms that she didn't bloody well need this year and ruin his brilliant plan.
But he already had some idea of how he was going to get even with her. Other people would have thought it going way too far, but Draco felt that she had foiled him far too many times and got far too much sympathy and recognition for it and she was going to pay.
But how to get Weasley. He had to hit him where it hurts, and hard. And then he saw it. Ron was holding Hermione's hand under the table.
"How convenient," Draco thought to himself. "Two birds with one stone." He allowed himself an evil chuckle and began to work out the finer details of his most serious undertaking to date.