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~Chapter 4~
What ever she's on I want some!
Scene: Classrooms
"Ugh! He's such a prat!" Harry screamed as he reached the Common Room the next morning.
"What now? Is he still that upset?" asked a concerned Hermione.
"I didn't sleep a wink, the way he was ranting and raving!"
"Really, I didn't hear anything. They way he yells I would have thought." Hermione began.
"Neville put a Silencing Charm on the room." Harry's face cracked into a smile as he glanced at Neville, who had been eavesdropping, and noticed that he was blushing.
"Oh, WOW! Neville, that's great! You'll sure show them thins year won't you?" cried an excited Hermione.
"They're going to think that I am someone else in my body, but I practiced wand movements with a stick and memorized spells all summer. I'm bound and determined to make Grandmother proud."
"Well 'Mione, do you want to go down to breakfast?"
"Yes please, before Ron comes down."
"If I didn't know better then I'd think that you were as made at him as he was at you."
"Shut up Harry! Honestly, you can be so daft at times."
"Why thank you!" Harry replied.
"That wasn't a comment."
"That's what you think!" Harry returned as he took off down the corridor.
"Come back here Harry!" cried Hermione, setting off after him.
Harry burst through the halls to the Great Hall and quickly made for his seat at the Gryffindor table.
Hermione burst through the doors seconds behind him, flushed from her running.
"Harry I'm seriously going to get you one of these days!" she said exasperatedly, sitting down next to him.
"Oh, are you now?" Harry raised his eyebrows suggestively, trying to get a rise out of her.
"Get you mind out of the gutter where it's lurking and look." Hermione said, a note of amusement in her voice.
CRASH!!
"Hedwig!" Harry cried as Hedwig landed on the table sending his goblet of pumpkin juice and plate of sausages to the ground.
Hedwig only gave him a look as to say, 'What? It wasn't my fault.'
"It's okay girl," said Hermione, gently stroking Hedwig's feathers.
Hedwig returned the favour with an affectionate nip. Hermione smiled and took the letter and handed it to Harry who had just picked up his plate and goblet.
"Thanks," Harry said to Hermione and then turned to Hedwig, "You too girl."
Hedwig nipped his finger affectionately and took to flight once again.
"Harry, are you going to just sit there or open the letter?"
"Wha-huh? Oh, yeah, I wonder if it's from Sir-er-Snuffles."
"Well, find out!" Hermione was hoping to hear from Sirius as much as Harry. Harry tore open the envelope. A letter fell out and Harry quickly snatched it up and read whom it was from.
"'Mione, it's from Snuffles!"
"Oooh let me read too!"
They scooted closer together and began to read the letter; their heads merely inches away.
Dear Harry,
How are you? Are Hermione and Ron well? I am with Moony right now. We have been in touch with Hagrid, he says 'Hi!' as does Madame Maxime. I hear that Fleur Delacour got a scholarship to one of the Universities in America. Apparently she wants to improve her English. Can you tell that Madame Maxime talks a lot? Any way I will be sending your birthday present soon. Moony wants me to tell you to thank Hermione for the Potion, and that he looks forward to it often, as hers is much better than Snape's. Well, I must make this short as Moony and myself are off soon. I can't tell you where, but if you need me just send Hedwig, she'll know where to find me.
~Padfoot (Snuffles)
"Hermione, what exactly did you send to Lupin?" asked Harry.
"Well, I did some research last year, as we didn't have finals, and I concocted a new Wolfsbane Potion. It only needs to be taken every six months and stops transformations even during the full moon." Hermione replied sounding as though it was simple to make.
"Are you SERIOUS! Hermione, that's wonderful! You could be the next Dumbledore you know."
"Stop it Harry, you're attracting attention." Hermione's cheeks were blushed to a bright crimson.
"Look, I have to go to class, Divination, but I'll meet you in Potions ok?"
"All right. See you then." Hermione and Harry had finished breakfast and headed to their respective classes.
Harry reached the Divination Tower just before class started; much to his dismay the only open seat was with Ron.
Harry sat down and Ron glared at him. Harry sighed and turned his attention to a muggle book that he was trying to finish, called The Jewel of the Seven Stars, by Bram Stoker. It was a very old copy of the collectible kind.
Ron shifted uneasily on his poof as Harry turned another page.
"Harry?"
"Hmm?" answered Harry without looking up.
"Are you and Hermione dating?"
"No Ron, we're not dating, we can't." Harry's voice stopped, as he remembered his fate at Muskeg.
"Why? Is it because of me?" asked Ron.
"No, Ron, it's not because of you. Ron, I'm going away."
"WHAT! They can't do that!"
"They are. I'm off to Muskeg right after the ball," added Harry in whisper.
Ron looked at his feet, trying to think of the words that he needed to express what he wanted to say.
"Harry, I'm sorry. I truly am. I know I was a git, it's just that I really liked Hermione, and well, it was just that well."
"Don't sweat it Ron, I know what you mean."
"So, friends?"
"Yeah friends," Harry returned with a silly lopsided grin on his face.
"I can't believe that she broke up with Krum though! Can you believe it!" Ron seemed perfectly happy again.
"Yeah, I know." Just then Professor Trelawney burst through the door. She looked as though she was drunk.
"Erm, professor? Are you okay?" asked Parvati.
"What? Oh yes I'm absolutely ravishing!" Trelawney screeched.
"Damn," Ron said, "Whatever she's on, I want some!"
With that the entire room filled with an uproarious laughter and Professor Trelawney collapsed to the floor, asleep, a goofy grin on her bug like face.
~Chapter 4~
What ever she's on I want some!
Scene: Classrooms
"Ugh! He's such a prat!" Harry screamed as he reached the Common Room the next morning.
"What now? Is he still that upset?" asked a concerned Hermione.
"I didn't sleep a wink, the way he was ranting and raving!"
"Really, I didn't hear anything. They way he yells I would have thought." Hermione began.
"Neville put a Silencing Charm on the room." Harry's face cracked into a smile as he glanced at Neville, who had been eavesdropping, and noticed that he was blushing.
"Oh, WOW! Neville, that's great! You'll sure show them thins year won't you?" cried an excited Hermione.
"They're going to think that I am someone else in my body, but I practiced wand movements with a stick and memorized spells all summer. I'm bound and determined to make Grandmother proud."
"Well 'Mione, do you want to go down to breakfast?"
"Yes please, before Ron comes down."
"If I didn't know better then I'd think that you were as made at him as he was at you."
"Shut up Harry! Honestly, you can be so daft at times."
"Why thank you!" Harry replied.
"That wasn't a comment."
"That's what you think!" Harry returned as he took off down the corridor.
"Come back here Harry!" cried Hermione, setting off after him.
Harry burst through the halls to the Great Hall and quickly made for his seat at the Gryffindor table.
Hermione burst through the doors seconds behind him, flushed from her running.
"Harry I'm seriously going to get you one of these days!" she said exasperatedly, sitting down next to him.
"Oh, are you now?" Harry raised his eyebrows suggestively, trying to get a rise out of her.
"Get you mind out of the gutter where it's lurking and look." Hermione said, a note of amusement in her voice.
CRASH!!
"Hedwig!" Harry cried as Hedwig landed on the table sending his goblet of pumpkin juice and plate of sausages to the ground.
Hedwig only gave him a look as to say, 'What? It wasn't my fault.'
"It's okay girl," said Hermione, gently stroking Hedwig's feathers.
Hedwig returned the favour with an affectionate nip. Hermione smiled and took the letter and handed it to Harry who had just picked up his plate and goblet.
"Thanks," Harry said to Hermione and then turned to Hedwig, "You too girl."
Hedwig nipped his finger affectionately and took to flight once again.
"Harry, are you going to just sit there or open the letter?"
"Wha-huh? Oh, yeah, I wonder if it's from Sir-er-Snuffles."
"Well, find out!" Hermione was hoping to hear from Sirius as much as Harry. Harry tore open the envelope. A letter fell out and Harry quickly snatched it up and read whom it was from.
"'Mione, it's from Snuffles!"
"Oooh let me read too!"
They scooted closer together and began to read the letter; their heads merely inches away.
Dear Harry,
How are you? Are Hermione and Ron well? I am with Moony right now. We have been in touch with Hagrid, he says 'Hi!' as does Madame Maxime. I hear that Fleur Delacour got a scholarship to one of the Universities in America. Apparently she wants to improve her English. Can you tell that Madame Maxime talks a lot? Any way I will be sending your birthday present soon. Moony wants me to tell you to thank Hermione for the Potion, and that he looks forward to it often, as hers is much better than Snape's. Well, I must make this short as Moony and myself are off soon. I can't tell you where, but if you need me just send Hedwig, she'll know where to find me.
~Padfoot (Snuffles)
"Hermione, what exactly did you send to Lupin?" asked Harry.
"Well, I did some research last year, as we didn't have finals, and I concocted a new Wolfsbane Potion. It only needs to be taken every six months and stops transformations even during the full moon." Hermione replied sounding as though it was simple to make.
"Are you SERIOUS! Hermione, that's wonderful! You could be the next Dumbledore you know."
"Stop it Harry, you're attracting attention." Hermione's cheeks were blushed to a bright crimson.
"Look, I have to go to class, Divination, but I'll meet you in Potions ok?"
"All right. See you then." Hermione and Harry had finished breakfast and headed to their respective classes.
Harry reached the Divination Tower just before class started; much to his dismay the only open seat was with Ron.
Harry sat down and Ron glared at him. Harry sighed and turned his attention to a muggle book that he was trying to finish, called The Jewel of the Seven Stars, by Bram Stoker. It was a very old copy of the collectible kind.
Ron shifted uneasily on his poof as Harry turned another page.
"Harry?"
"Hmm?" answered Harry without looking up.
"Are you and Hermione dating?"
"No Ron, we're not dating, we can't." Harry's voice stopped, as he remembered his fate at Muskeg.
"Why? Is it because of me?" asked Ron.
"No, Ron, it's not because of you. Ron, I'm going away."
"WHAT! They can't do that!"
"They are. I'm off to Muskeg right after the ball," added Harry in whisper.
Ron looked at his feet, trying to think of the words that he needed to express what he wanted to say.
"Harry, I'm sorry. I truly am. I know I was a git, it's just that I really liked Hermione, and well, it was just that well."
"Don't sweat it Ron, I know what you mean."
"So, friends?"
"Yeah friends," Harry returned with a silly lopsided grin on his face.
"I can't believe that she broke up with Krum though! Can you believe it!" Ron seemed perfectly happy again.
"Yeah, I know." Just then Professor Trelawney burst through the door. She looked as though she was drunk.
"Erm, professor? Are you okay?" asked Parvati.
"What? Oh yes I'm absolutely ravishing!" Trelawney screeched.
"Damn," Ron said, "Whatever she's on, I want some!"
With that the entire room filled with an uproarious laughter and Professor Trelawney collapsed to the floor, asleep, a goofy grin on her bug like face.