PLEASE READ THIS NOTE!!!
EVEN IF YOU DON'T USUALLY READ THEM, PLEASE READ THIS ONE: IT'S
IMPORTANT!!!
Sadly (for me at least) this story is almost over. As you may or may not know, OWLs are fast approaching and graduation is soon after OWLs, after that summer holiday (when the wedding is to take place), then the next year of school, etc etc, and somewhere in there the story will end.
And now for the big announcement: this story will not end as most stories do. If you've seen the movie Clue then you'll understand this best (I love that movie. I love Tim Curry. is that how you spell his last name? It seems right.. Oh well, anyways.) The story will have multiple endings. You read them all and you can pick which one you like best, if you want to know which one is what I consider the REAL ending you have to email me. My email is cyaatthe711@ hotmail.com, and now on to the story.
One last thing, this is the final chapter before the multiple endings start.
"Ron!!!! Harry!!! WHAT are you doing?"
"Playing chess.ah ha, check mate!"
"Damn it! Ron, why do I bother playing with you? Hey Hermione."
"WHY are you playing chess?" Hermione asked with a threatening tone.
"Because it's fun?" Ron suggested.
"OWLs are in TWO WEEKS!!!" Hermione screeched.
"Okay, I'll study some later and study my ass off next week," Ron collected his pieces as Harry snuck off.
"You will NOT! You will start studying now! I've been studying for MONTHS already! How are you going to get a decent score it you don't study?!"
Ron looked up at her.
"I'll do just fine thank you, good to know you have such confidence in me."
"Well I would have confidence in you if I knew you'd at least TRY."
"I will try! And I WILL study, but not until I WANT to!"
And on they went. Lavender Brown, who had been studying a chart for Divination quite intensely, broke out laughing as soon as they started fighting. Harry stopped by her on his way to his bedroom and asked what was so funny.
"It's about time," she said through peals of laughter, "they haven't had a good row in AGES. I can't tell you how many bets have been lost over when their next would be! They took so long!"
Harry stared at her as though she was insane, but she continued,
"We were starting to worry about them. the girls and I. we thought something had happened between them until we noticed that they were speaking. I mean, sure they're a couple now, but we couldn't help but wonder when they'd start they're bickering again. Her nagging him- him just wanting to play- her freaking out- him laughing. it's how it's supposed to be with those two."
And with that, Harry left her to her giggles.
It continued like that for the next week and a half, then it was solid study time. Every fifth year from Hermione and Ron to Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle spent all days and all nights in the classrooms, dorms, common rooms, or library studying. Reading and writing page after page on each potion, each rebellion, every spell they'd ever learned in Charms or Transfiguration, everything and anything that they could find was crammed into their brains until that faithful day came.
"Everyone come to the front of the room and get a quill. Then go to that desk for a text booklet and seat yourself at your house tables with at least two empty chairs between each person and no one sitting directly across from you." Professor McGonagall said in a voice, free from all feelings, rang out in the silent Great Hall. "There is no way to get out of these tests or to retake them unless you have already been to the infirmary and have your signed note with detailed explanation of why you cannot possibly take your exam."
Hermione sat diagonally from Ron, Harry two seats down. Ron was nervous, Harry anxious, and Hermione was just plain scared and looked downright sick. She was paler than usual, and shaking somewhat violently, Ron reached across the table and took her hand: it was cold. He was getting paler by the minute, just looking at her.
"I'm okay Ron." she whispered. "It's just the stress. I'll be fine."
"Silence from now on, any questions? No? Good, BEGIN!" .
"Maybe she was right," Ron thought to himself, "Maybe it was just the stress. she does seem a lot better. now that those stupid test are over. The scores should be posted tomorrow. Maybe knowing what she got will help." He looked at Hermione, asleep next to him on a couch in front of the common room fire. "Dear God I hope so." She shivered and he took off his robes to lay over her and put on his trademark Weasley sweater.
"Ron!!! Ron!!! WAKE UP!!!" Hermione shook him gently.
"Wha?" he asked sleepily.
"It's morning! The scores'll be posted outside the Great Hall!"
Ron looked up, happy to see some color in his fiancée's face.
"Okay," He pulled on his robes, "Let's go!"
Hermione practically dragged him all the way to the Great Hall. There was already a small crowd of their peers standing around the results, and as they stepped put each one congratulated Hermione and Ron on their great scores. When they finally got there, their scores were not much of a surprise. Hermione's name was written neatly across the top of the roll of parchment, Ron's name was the fifth, but next to Hermione's score there was a small asterisk, looking on the bottom of the page there was a footnote saying that Hermione had broken the school's record for the highest score ever to come out of Hogwarts. Upon seeing this, Hermione gave a small squeal and promptly fainted into Ron's arms.
Sadly (for me at least) this story is almost over. As you may or may not know, OWLs are fast approaching and graduation is soon after OWLs, after that summer holiday (when the wedding is to take place), then the next year of school, etc etc, and somewhere in there the story will end.
And now for the big announcement: this story will not end as most stories do. If you've seen the movie Clue then you'll understand this best (I love that movie. I love Tim Curry. is that how you spell his last name? It seems right.. Oh well, anyways.) The story will have multiple endings. You read them all and you can pick which one you like best, if you want to know which one is what I consider the REAL ending you have to email me. My email is cyaatthe711@ hotmail.com, and now on to the story.
One last thing, this is the final chapter before the multiple endings start.
"Ron!!!! Harry!!! WHAT are you doing?"
"Playing chess.ah ha, check mate!"
"Damn it! Ron, why do I bother playing with you? Hey Hermione."
"WHY are you playing chess?" Hermione asked with a threatening tone.
"Because it's fun?" Ron suggested.
"OWLs are in TWO WEEKS!!!" Hermione screeched.
"Okay, I'll study some later and study my ass off next week," Ron collected his pieces as Harry snuck off.
"You will NOT! You will start studying now! I've been studying for MONTHS already! How are you going to get a decent score it you don't study?!"
Ron looked up at her.
"I'll do just fine thank you, good to know you have such confidence in me."
"Well I would have confidence in you if I knew you'd at least TRY."
"I will try! And I WILL study, but not until I WANT to!"
And on they went. Lavender Brown, who had been studying a chart for Divination quite intensely, broke out laughing as soon as they started fighting. Harry stopped by her on his way to his bedroom and asked what was so funny.
"It's about time," she said through peals of laughter, "they haven't had a good row in AGES. I can't tell you how many bets have been lost over when their next would be! They took so long!"
Harry stared at her as though she was insane, but she continued,
"We were starting to worry about them. the girls and I. we thought something had happened between them until we noticed that they were speaking. I mean, sure they're a couple now, but we couldn't help but wonder when they'd start they're bickering again. Her nagging him- him just wanting to play- her freaking out- him laughing. it's how it's supposed to be with those two."
And with that, Harry left her to her giggles.
It continued like that for the next week and a half, then it was solid study time. Every fifth year from Hermione and Ron to Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle spent all days and all nights in the classrooms, dorms, common rooms, or library studying. Reading and writing page after page on each potion, each rebellion, every spell they'd ever learned in Charms or Transfiguration, everything and anything that they could find was crammed into their brains until that faithful day came.
"Everyone come to the front of the room and get a quill. Then go to that desk for a text booklet and seat yourself at your house tables with at least two empty chairs between each person and no one sitting directly across from you." Professor McGonagall said in a voice, free from all feelings, rang out in the silent Great Hall. "There is no way to get out of these tests or to retake them unless you have already been to the infirmary and have your signed note with detailed explanation of why you cannot possibly take your exam."
Hermione sat diagonally from Ron, Harry two seats down. Ron was nervous, Harry anxious, and Hermione was just plain scared and looked downright sick. She was paler than usual, and shaking somewhat violently, Ron reached across the table and took her hand: it was cold. He was getting paler by the minute, just looking at her.
"I'm okay Ron." she whispered. "It's just the stress. I'll be fine."
"Silence from now on, any questions? No? Good, BEGIN!" .
"Maybe she was right," Ron thought to himself, "Maybe it was just the stress. she does seem a lot better. now that those stupid test are over. The scores should be posted tomorrow. Maybe knowing what she got will help." He looked at Hermione, asleep next to him on a couch in front of the common room fire. "Dear God I hope so." She shivered and he took off his robes to lay over her and put on his trademark Weasley sweater.
"Ron!!! Ron!!! WAKE UP!!!" Hermione shook him gently.
"Wha?" he asked sleepily.
"It's morning! The scores'll be posted outside the Great Hall!"
Ron looked up, happy to see some color in his fiancée's face.
"Okay," He pulled on his robes, "Let's go!"
Hermione practically dragged him all the way to the Great Hall. There was already a small crowd of their peers standing around the results, and as they stepped put each one congratulated Hermione and Ron on their great scores. When they finally got there, their scores were not much of a surprise. Hermione's name was written neatly across the top of the roll of parchment, Ron's name was the fifth, but next to Hermione's score there was a small asterisk, looking on the bottom of the page there was a footnote saying that Hermione had broken the school's record for the highest score ever to come out of Hogwarts. Upon seeing this, Hermione gave a small squeal and promptly fainted into Ron's arms.
