This was something I had to get on paper (or screen), and is very fluffy,
R/Hr, of course. I might continue it as a story, but this is just one
scene of pure fluff that needs to get out of my system.
*************
It was around eleven o'clock, Harry Potter supposed, as he tiptoed
to the Fat Lady in her portrait. He was returning from the Hospital Wing after
receiving and good burn off of Neville's cauldron in Potions. Neville had
somehow given it the power to shoot flame at anyone who was less than three
feet away. The others affected were sleeping off the Cooling Solution, and letting
it do its work. Harry's neck still felt a bit sore, as well as his left shoulder,
but he didn't want to spend the night with seven Slytherins, including Draco Malfoy,
if he didn't have to.
"Supercalafragalisticixpyallydocious" He muttered to the Fat Lady, and took
a breath. As he snuck into the Common Room,lit only by a fire that was dying down quickly,
he wasn't sure if anyone was awake at this hour, he noticed two odd things, before noticing an
even odd-er third. Firstly, what looked like a small library was stacked haphazardly on a table,
along with a sheaf of parchment and an assorment of quills. Secondly, on an adjoining table, a deck
of Exploding Snap cards, a bag of Bertie Bott's Beans, three Fizzing Whizbees, and a wizard's chess
set (whose pawns were muttering argumentatively amongst themselves) lay abandoned.
Third, there were still people in the Common Room, sitting on a plump red couch, people he
was positive he knew, yet sure he didn't. A tall, lanky red-haired boy with a large nose leaned
against the couch's arm. Leaning against his chest was a comparitavely smaller girl with wild brown
hair lost between wavy and curly. The boy's arms were around the girl's waist, her hands covered his,
their fingers meshed. Her head was tipped back slightly, and the boy seemed to be whispering into her
ear, or maybe just moving his mouth. Both had their eyes almost shut, and were obviously in a trance-
like state as neither had heard Harry enter.
However, the mix of medicine-fluff-headed-ness, natural sleepiness, and pure astoundment made
a very clumsy Harry. He tripped over a rumpled rug, and sent an end table spinning across the floor,
resulting in quite a large BANG. If it wasn't such an awkward situation it might of been funny to see
collected Hermione Granger leap up like she'd been electrocuted. It might also have been funny to see
Ron Weasely try it at precisely the same time, resulting in what would've been, if not for a convenient
stairrail, another attack on the furniture. But it was, and it wasn't. From his rather ungraceful
position on the floor, Harry managed to mutter,
"Well, erm, I'm back then." Ron's ears were seven shades of red, and Harry had never seen
Hermione's face so rigid.
"Yeah." Ron said flatly. Hermione cleared her throat.
"I'm off to bed, you two. 'Night. Sleep well." She positively dashed up the girl's dormitory
staircase. Ron glared at her back, his ears reddened more than Harry thought humanly possible.
"Er, me too." He sped up the boy's dorm staircase, leaving Harry sprawled on the floor,
wondering what to say to Ron when he got to the dorm himself.
He decided a night with seven burnt crispy Slytherins was preferable.
*************
This takes place in fifth year, I think. Whaddya think? Maybe if you guys like it I'll continue.
- Jem
R/Hr, of course. I might continue it as a story, but this is just one
scene of pure fluff that needs to get out of my system.
*************
It was around eleven o'clock, Harry Potter supposed, as he tiptoed
to the Fat Lady in her portrait. He was returning from the Hospital Wing after
receiving and good burn off of Neville's cauldron in Potions. Neville had
somehow given it the power to shoot flame at anyone who was less than three
feet away. The others affected were sleeping off the Cooling Solution, and letting
it do its work. Harry's neck still felt a bit sore, as well as his left shoulder,
but he didn't want to spend the night with seven Slytherins, including Draco Malfoy,
if he didn't have to.
"Supercalafragalisticixpyallydocious" He muttered to the Fat Lady, and took
a breath. As he snuck into the Common Room,lit only by a fire that was dying down quickly,
he wasn't sure if anyone was awake at this hour, he noticed two odd things, before noticing an
even odd-er third. Firstly, what looked like a small library was stacked haphazardly on a table,
along with a sheaf of parchment and an assorment of quills. Secondly, on an adjoining table, a deck
of Exploding Snap cards, a bag of Bertie Bott's Beans, three Fizzing Whizbees, and a wizard's chess
set (whose pawns were muttering argumentatively amongst themselves) lay abandoned.
Third, there were still people in the Common Room, sitting on a plump red couch, people he
was positive he knew, yet sure he didn't. A tall, lanky red-haired boy with a large nose leaned
against the couch's arm. Leaning against his chest was a comparitavely smaller girl with wild brown
hair lost between wavy and curly. The boy's arms were around the girl's waist, her hands covered his,
their fingers meshed. Her head was tipped back slightly, and the boy seemed to be whispering into her
ear, or maybe just moving his mouth. Both had their eyes almost shut, and were obviously in a trance-
like state as neither had heard Harry enter.
However, the mix of medicine-fluff-headed-ness, natural sleepiness, and pure astoundment made
a very clumsy Harry. He tripped over a rumpled rug, and sent an end table spinning across the floor,
resulting in quite a large BANG. If it wasn't such an awkward situation it might of been funny to see
collected Hermione Granger leap up like she'd been electrocuted. It might also have been funny to see
Ron Weasely try it at precisely the same time, resulting in what would've been, if not for a convenient
stairrail, another attack on the furniture. But it was, and it wasn't. From his rather ungraceful
position on the floor, Harry managed to mutter,
"Well, erm, I'm back then." Ron's ears were seven shades of red, and Harry had never seen
Hermione's face so rigid.
"Yeah." Ron said flatly. Hermione cleared her throat.
"I'm off to bed, you two. 'Night. Sleep well." She positively dashed up the girl's dormitory
staircase. Ron glared at her back, his ears reddened more than Harry thought humanly possible.
"Er, me too." He sped up the boy's dorm staircase, leaving Harry sprawled on the floor,
wondering what to say to Ron when he got to the dorm himself.
He decided a night with seven burnt crispy Slytherins was preferable.
*************
This takes place in fifth year, I think. Whaddya think? Maybe if you guys like it I'll continue.
- Jem