~*Not Nice*~
Chapter Four: Hermione Be Quick
"Oooh....I should use that!" swooned Hermione.
It was already after dinner, and most of the Gryffies had gathered in the Common Room.
"So tell me again why you're doing this?" Ron asked, yawning.
"That Harold guy is absolutely creeping me out! I feel like he's stalking me," Hermione said, shivering. She moved her eyes back and forth sideways.
Harry nudged her in the ribs. "Hey, won't won't you use my er-thingy?" Harry carefully pulled out his Invisibility Cloak.
Hermione flashed Harry a grateful smile. "Thanks, Harry."
She slipped the claok over her head just as Harold walked into the Common Room. Harold suddenly spotted Harry and Ron. "Hey, you two! You've seen 'Mione?"
"'Mione?" Harry and Ron repeated together.
Harold rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Like, DUH. Even Harry Potter should you know," he said in a singsong voice.
"Excuse me? What was that supposed to mean?" Harry asked testily.
"Yeah!" Ron chimed in.
"Nothing," Harold said, shrugging. "So where's 'Mione?"
"Er-Hermione? Um-she...." Ron trailed off.
"-She went to bed early," Harry finished for him.
"Oh," Harold said, slightly disappointed. "Maybe I'll see her tomorrow."
"You wish," Ron muttered, after that Harold-Creep had walked away.
"THAT WAS SO RUDE!" said a voice that came out of nowhere. It was Hermione. "I mean, who does he think he was? Prince Charming?"
"Gilderoy Lockhart," Ron corrected.
"Shut up, Ron," Hermione snapped.
"Hermione, calm down, ok?" Harry murmured, tapping his quill on a piece of parchment.
"CALM DOWN!? I refuse to be called 'Mione'!" Hermione objected; her voice muffled.
Ron sighed heavily. "It's getting late, we should get to bed."
"Night....I guess."
"NIGHT."
"Night."
"Niiiight," came a singsong voice. Hermione, Ron, and Harry gulped.
A/N: Plenty short, but I'll get back to ya later! ~*Peanut Butter Code Red Kracker*~
Chapter Four: Hermione Be Quick
"Oooh....I should use that!" swooned Hermione.
It was already after dinner, and most of the Gryffies had gathered in the Common Room.
"So tell me again why you're doing this?" Ron asked, yawning.
"That Harold guy is absolutely creeping me out! I feel like he's stalking me," Hermione said, shivering. She moved her eyes back and forth sideways.
Harry nudged her in the ribs. "Hey, won't won't you use my er-thingy?" Harry carefully pulled out his Invisibility Cloak.
Hermione flashed Harry a grateful smile. "Thanks, Harry."
She slipped the claok over her head just as Harold walked into the Common Room. Harold suddenly spotted Harry and Ron. "Hey, you two! You've seen 'Mione?"
"'Mione?" Harry and Ron repeated together.
Harold rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Like, DUH. Even Harry Potter should you know," he said in a singsong voice.
"Excuse me? What was that supposed to mean?" Harry asked testily.
"Yeah!" Ron chimed in.
"Nothing," Harold said, shrugging. "So where's 'Mione?"
"Er-Hermione? Um-she...." Ron trailed off.
"-She went to bed early," Harry finished for him.
"Oh," Harold said, slightly disappointed. "Maybe I'll see her tomorrow."
"You wish," Ron muttered, after that Harold-Creep had walked away.
"THAT WAS SO RUDE!" said a voice that came out of nowhere. It was Hermione. "I mean, who does he think he was? Prince Charming?"
"Gilderoy Lockhart," Ron corrected.
"Shut up, Ron," Hermione snapped.
"Hermione, calm down, ok?" Harry murmured, tapping his quill on a piece of parchment.
"CALM DOWN!? I refuse to be called 'Mione'!" Hermione objected; her voice muffled.
Ron sighed heavily. "It's getting late, we should get to bed."
"Night....I guess."
"NIGHT."
"Night."
"Niiiight," came a singsong voice. Hermione, Ron, and Harry gulped.
A/N: Plenty short, but I'll get back to ya later! ~*Peanut Butter Code Red Kracker*~