~*Not Nice*~
Chapter Seven: Nail-Biting Answers
A/N: *singing 'Bouncing To The Ceiling'* my grades-have gone-from A's to D's-I'm way behind---huh? Oh-right.
"Potter! Didn't you hear me---nevermind."
Harry was amazed that Snape had second thoughts on telling him off. Even Ron was shocked.
"Whoa. You think it was the pumpkin juice we had this morning?" Ron wondered aloud.
Over on the other side of the dungeon, Malfoy kept snickering behind Drake's back. Once or twice, Drake would turn around but Malfoy would be trying to look interested in his pewter cauldron.
"Ahhh ...isn't this cauldron absolutely fascinating, Goyle?" Malfoy said just as Drake turned around.
Over where Harold was sitting, which was behind Hermione, the atmosphere (if there was any) was pretty uncomfortable.
Hermione was sitting next to Ron, who was sitting next to Harry.
"Hermione, do you have an extra piece of parchment I could use?" Harold asked.
Hermione stopped herself from growling out loud. "Harold," she emphasized. "We're brewing potions."
Harold slanted his face into a lopsided grin that Hermione couldn't see. "Whoops, my mistake."
"It's your mistake alright," Hermione muttered under her breath. She began stirring her potion so violently, that specks of potion would occasionally fleck out from her cauldron.
It was almost like forever and a half until Snape dismissed the class.
~*Ron's P.O.V*~
Harry, Hermione, and I were walking down the Charms corridor when I heard loud voices nearby. I caught some words of the conversation.
"---Why do you two even hang around with Draco Malfoy? Seriously, how do you put up with him?"
I peered around the corridor and there was Drake leaning against the corridor, talking to Goyle and Crabbe.
"What's up, Ron?" Harry asked curiously. Harry, apparently, hadn't heard them. Hmmph.
I motioned Harry and Hermione to get behind the corridor. I heard snatches of the discussion again.
"--If I were you, or er--one of you, I'd already ditch that sleazy prat. He's just Snape's little pet monkey. I'd take care of that slime ball if he'd go any further," Drake continued. I straightened up. "So Drake wants to put out Malfoy. Excellent!" I cried, gleefully.
Hermione bit her lip. "Drake doesn't sound so nice to me. It sounds like as if he wants to take over Malfoy and be the school snake."
Harry nodded. "I agree. Drake sounds pretty dodgy to-"
Another loud voice coming their way cut Harry off. Harry quickly pulled Hermione and me into a classroom. Harry left a crack of the door open.
"You know that Hermione? I think she's kind of cute. If I'd managed to get that Ron to be on my side, I can win Hermione and leave that Harry Potter in pitiful pieces," a voice said.
Hermione shoved Harry aside from the door and peered through the crack. She gasped softly.
I jumped up and down. I got a glimpse of someone with dark hair. I had no trouble recognizing it. It was Harold!
Harold continued. "That Harry Potter sounds like a show-off to me. He's just famous. No wonder Hermione and Ron smother up to him so much. Harry Potter probably doesn't even like them. I do feel so sorry for those two."
I massaged my knuckles. "Keep talking Harold, and I'll make YOU sorry you ever said that," I growled.
Hermione was rather quiet. But her temple was having some sort of spasmic fit.
Harry was chewing his tongue. Probably trying to stop himself from bursting out and throwing his fist on Harold's face.
Ok, so maybe I'm exaggerating a little.
OK, A LOT.
It was a while before Harold and the person he was talking to, walked away.
The three of us walked out after the coast was clear.
"So. Harold is dissing you out and you're nowhere near about to chase him out of here," I said a matter-of-factly.
Harry shrugged, looking uncomfortable.
~*Harry's P.O.V*~
Oh, dang. Harold thinks that the only reason I'm liked is because I'm famous. Oh the little .that little ...that little ...THAT LITTLE HAIRY SKUNK! Ok, calm down. Let's go to Hagrid's, I told myself.
"Hey guys, let's go down to Hagrid's. I can sort out my problems there. Hagrid always makes things better," I said.
"Good idea," Hermione said.
Ron, Hermione, and I walked across the grounds to Hagrid's hut.
But were we ever astonished by who we met there ...
A/N: HAHA! Cliffhangie! You probably know who it was, but I'm leaving the guess to you. ~SyncN2DS~
Chapter Seven: Nail-Biting Answers
A/N: *singing 'Bouncing To The Ceiling'* my grades-have gone-from A's to D's-I'm way behind---huh? Oh-right.
"Potter! Didn't you hear me---nevermind."
Harry was amazed that Snape had second thoughts on telling him off. Even Ron was shocked.
"Whoa. You think it was the pumpkin juice we had this morning?" Ron wondered aloud.
Over on the other side of the dungeon, Malfoy kept snickering behind Drake's back. Once or twice, Drake would turn around but Malfoy would be trying to look interested in his pewter cauldron.
"Ahhh ...isn't this cauldron absolutely fascinating, Goyle?" Malfoy said just as Drake turned around.
Over where Harold was sitting, which was behind Hermione, the atmosphere (if there was any) was pretty uncomfortable.
Hermione was sitting next to Ron, who was sitting next to Harry.
"Hermione, do you have an extra piece of parchment I could use?" Harold asked.
Hermione stopped herself from growling out loud. "Harold," she emphasized. "We're brewing potions."
Harold slanted his face into a lopsided grin that Hermione couldn't see. "Whoops, my mistake."
"It's your mistake alright," Hermione muttered under her breath. She began stirring her potion so violently, that specks of potion would occasionally fleck out from her cauldron.
It was almost like forever and a half until Snape dismissed the class.
~*Ron's P.O.V*~
Harry, Hermione, and I were walking down the Charms corridor when I heard loud voices nearby. I caught some words of the conversation.
"---Why do you two even hang around with Draco Malfoy? Seriously, how do you put up with him?"
I peered around the corridor and there was Drake leaning against the corridor, talking to Goyle and Crabbe.
"What's up, Ron?" Harry asked curiously. Harry, apparently, hadn't heard them. Hmmph.
I motioned Harry and Hermione to get behind the corridor. I heard snatches of the discussion again.
"--If I were you, or er--one of you, I'd already ditch that sleazy prat. He's just Snape's little pet monkey. I'd take care of that slime ball if he'd go any further," Drake continued. I straightened up. "So Drake wants to put out Malfoy. Excellent!" I cried, gleefully.
Hermione bit her lip. "Drake doesn't sound so nice to me. It sounds like as if he wants to take over Malfoy and be the school snake."
Harry nodded. "I agree. Drake sounds pretty dodgy to-"
Another loud voice coming their way cut Harry off. Harry quickly pulled Hermione and me into a classroom. Harry left a crack of the door open.
"You know that Hermione? I think she's kind of cute. If I'd managed to get that Ron to be on my side, I can win Hermione and leave that Harry Potter in pitiful pieces," a voice said.
Hermione shoved Harry aside from the door and peered through the crack. She gasped softly.
I jumped up and down. I got a glimpse of someone with dark hair. I had no trouble recognizing it. It was Harold!
Harold continued. "That Harry Potter sounds like a show-off to me. He's just famous. No wonder Hermione and Ron smother up to him so much. Harry Potter probably doesn't even like them. I do feel so sorry for those two."
I massaged my knuckles. "Keep talking Harold, and I'll make YOU sorry you ever said that," I growled.
Hermione was rather quiet. But her temple was having some sort of spasmic fit.
Harry was chewing his tongue. Probably trying to stop himself from bursting out and throwing his fist on Harold's face.
Ok, so maybe I'm exaggerating a little.
OK, A LOT.
It was a while before Harold and the person he was talking to, walked away.
The three of us walked out after the coast was clear.
"So. Harold is dissing you out and you're nowhere near about to chase him out of here," I said a matter-of-factly.
Harry shrugged, looking uncomfortable.
~*Harry's P.O.V*~
Oh, dang. Harold thinks that the only reason I'm liked is because I'm famous. Oh the little .that little ...that little ...THAT LITTLE HAIRY SKUNK! Ok, calm down. Let's go to Hagrid's, I told myself.
"Hey guys, let's go down to Hagrid's. I can sort out my problems there. Hagrid always makes things better," I said.
"Good idea," Hermione said.
Ron, Hermione, and I walked across the grounds to Hagrid's hut.
But were we ever astonished by who we met there ...
A/N: HAHA! Cliffhangie! You probably know who it was, but I'm leaving the guess to you. ~SyncN2DS~