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Chapter 3: Confusion
The gang piled out of the carriage and followed the rest of the students into the hall. They excitedly watched the sorting ceremony, as Gryffindor gained seven new first years. As tradition went, they watched Dumbledore give his speech.
"It's funny," Hermione spoke to herself, "Dumbledore hasn't changed much at all in the last five years."
"Yea," Ron replied, "It's weird how some people can change so much while other people don't change at all." He was staring at Hermione again. She looked up at him and he held her gaze. For the second time that day chills ran down Hermione's spine. She tried to remember a previous time when Ron had looked into her eyes like he was now. He wasn't looking at her, but searching into her soul. There was a look of want and desire in his eyes that she couldn't recognize. She tried to pull her eyes away from his but was unable. In the distance she heard Harry cough loudly. "Oh.." she murmured under her breath. Hermione looked across the table to Harry's plate. Harry was smiling at her again. His plate was almost empty. Apparently they had been staring at each other longer than Hermione thought. Embarrassed, she began to quickly eat the food on her plate. Ron did the same.
Hermione mumbled something about forgetting to pack -something- and ran off to the Gryffindor tower.
"What's with her?" Ron asked as he clumsily stuffed a turkey leg into his mouth.
"I don't know Ron, I don't know." Harry stifled a chuckle. He had a pretty good idea what was going on with Hermione. Sometimes he could read her like one of her many books. He laughed quietly at his two friends.
"What's so funny Harry?" Ron looked ready to kill his best friend.
"Nothing." Harry paused. "I just cant believe you've been writing poetry for Hermione all summer!" He pulled the tiny scarlet book out of his pocket. "And most of all, I can't believe you kept it in this book!" He laughed again, waving it in front of Ron's nose.
"You git! Because of you and your need to taunt me we almost missed the train again! Mum would have killed me if that happened, and I swear I will kill you if anything happens to that book!" He lunged at Harry making a poor attempt at reaching the book form across the table.
"Don't worry Ron, your poetry's safe with me. For now!" He placed his friends book back into his pocket and dug into his meal. Ron continued to glare at him throughout the feast. He was thoroughly embarrassed by Harry's charades and wasn't going to take much more of it.
Once he had his fill of the feast, Harry went up to the common room. Ron stayed back in the Great Hall to eat more food. Nothing unusual for him, he'd eat all day if he could. Hermione, the fifth year Gryffindor prefect, had already given the two the password so they could stay and eat as much as they wanted.
Harry was excited to talk to Hermione alone. They hadn't had a one-on-one conversation in ages. He was looking forward to finding out every detail she hadn't already told him on the train, and wanted to ask her about the instances between her and Ron earlier. Maybe he could convince her to tell Ron how he was sure she already felt. He already knew Ron felt the same way.
He walked up to the fifth year girls dormitory and knocked on the door. She wasn't in the common room and the library wasn't open yet. No one answered. He knocked again. Still nothing. He decided to go wait for her in the common room. Turning around he bumped directly into the person he had been looking for.
"OUCH! Harry? You need to be more.hey! What are you doing up here? Shouldn't you be with Ron playing chess or something?" She was right. The two boys usually took to playing chess or discussing quidditch around this time.
"I was looking for you. Come sit with me and talk." Harry gestured down the stairs. "Please?"
"Oh, alright. Just you and me? No Ron?"
"Yea," Harry replied, "Just us." He saw a look of relief wash over his best friend's face.
"Ok. Just let me go get dressed and everything and I'll meet you downstairs." Harry guessed that she had just come from the prefect's bathroom, for she was soaking wet and in her bathrobe.
Fifteen minutes later, Hermione walked into the common room. Harry was sitting in an over-sized chair in the corner next to the fireplace. She quickly glanced at the many people inhabiting the room. She noticed Neville, Ron, and Seamus trying to play a game of wizard's chess in the other corner of the room. It wasn't working well, the pieces kept getting confused and going the wrong way as the three boys shouted commands at them.
Her stomach flip-flopped at the sight if Ron. Hermione groaned. She wasn't ready for this so early in the school year. She quickly pushed all thoughts of Ron to the back of her brain and sat down in the over-sized, high-backed chair with Harry.
She cuddled down as far into the chair as she could. Harry took a blanket and placed it over the two of them. He began to talk about the horrible time he had at the Dursley's and his time spent at the Burrow, careful to leave anything out Ron would kill him for telling her. Hermione's head slipped onto Harry's shoulder. "Hermione? Hey, Hermione?" Harry looked down at the girl who had fallen asleep on his arm. He could tell that this had been a tough day for her. Not wanting to wake her yet, Harry turned to watch the fire.
Someone nudged him in the arm. He must have fallen asleep. "Hey Harry, c'mon wake up, its late." The voice whispered in his ear.
"Hnmph? Oh, hey Ron." He rubbed his eyes.
"How come you're the one she always falls asleep with?" He joked at Harry.
"Because you won't sit down and have a conversation with her under a blanket!" Harry joked back.
In one swift movement, Ron picked Hermione up off Harry's shoulder and proceeded up the stairs to her room. He smiled at Harry.
Over the summer, Ron had grown taller and more muscular. He was still lanky, but practicing quidditch had done a lot to change his appearance. He could easily pick tiny Hermione up like she was a couple of his school books.
After tucking her in her bed, Ron came back downstairs to find Harry asleep and sprawled out on the couch. Ron went over and woke Harry up for the second time that evening. Exhausted, the two went up to their dorm. Neither of them were awake buy the time their head hit their pillows.
A/N Has anyone seen Double Doule Toil and Trouble? I watched it today, its one of the cutest movies, ever. I love Halloween movies, Hocus Pocus, Halloweentown, Casper, Sabrina the Teenage Witch....theyre great! Ok thats enough about my weird movie likes. Please R/R!!!!!! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I own nothing and i have nothing you would want to have. Please dont sue unless you want my carton of old milk and a picture of me 'cuz im not making any money off this.
Chapter 3: Confusion
The gang piled out of the carriage and followed the rest of the students into the hall. They excitedly watched the sorting ceremony, as Gryffindor gained seven new first years. As tradition went, they watched Dumbledore give his speech.
"It's funny," Hermione spoke to herself, "Dumbledore hasn't changed much at all in the last five years."
"Yea," Ron replied, "It's weird how some people can change so much while other people don't change at all." He was staring at Hermione again. She looked up at him and he held her gaze. For the second time that day chills ran down Hermione's spine. She tried to remember a previous time when Ron had looked into her eyes like he was now. He wasn't looking at her, but searching into her soul. There was a look of want and desire in his eyes that she couldn't recognize. She tried to pull her eyes away from his but was unable. In the distance she heard Harry cough loudly. "Oh.." she murmured under her breath. Hermione looked across the table to Harry's plate. Harry was smiling at her again. His plate was almost empty. Apparently they had been staring at each other longer than Hermione thought. Embarrassed, she began to quickly eat the food on her plate. Ron did the same.
Hermione mumbled something about forgetting to pack -something- and ran off to the Gryffindor tower.
"What's with her?" Ron asked as he clumsily stuffed a turkey leg into his mouth.
"I don't know Ron, I don't know." Harry stifled a chuckle. He had a pretty good idea what was going on with Hermione. Sometimes he could read her like one of her many books. He laughed quietly at his two friends.
"What's so funny Harry?" Ron looked ready to kill his best friend.
"Nothing." Harry paused. "I just cant believe you've been writing poetry for Hermione all summer!" He pulled the tiny scarlet book out of his pocket. "And most of all, I can't believe you kept it in this book!" He laughed again, waving it in front of Ron's nose.
"You git! Because of you and your need to taunt me we almost missed the train again! Mum would have killed me if that happened, and I swear I will kill you if anything happens to that book!" He lunged at Harry making a poor attempt at reaching the book form across the table.
"Don't worry Ron, your poetry's safe with me. For now!" He placed his friends book back into his pocket and dug into his meal. Ron continued to glare at him throughout the feast. He was thoroughly embarrassed by Harry's charades and wasn't going to take much more of it.
Once he had his fill of the feast, Harry went up to the common room. Ron stayed back in the Great Hall to eat more food. Nothing unusual for him, he'd eat all day if he could. Hermione, the fifth year Gryffindor prefect, had already given the two the password so they could stay and eat as much as they wanted.
Harry was excited to talk to Hermione alone. They hadn't had a one-on-one conversation in ages. He was looking forward to finding out every detail she hadn't already told him on the train, and wanted to ask her about the instances between her and Ron earlier. Maybe he could convince her to tell Ron how he was sure she already felt. He already knew Ron felt the same way.
He walked up to the fifth year girls dormitory and knocked on the door. She wasn't in the common room and the library wasn't open yet. No one answered. He knocked again. Still nothing. He decided to go wait for her in the common room. Turning around he bumped directly into the person he had been looking for.
"OUCH! Harry? You need to be more.hey! What are you doing up here? Shouldn't you be with Ron playing chess or something?" She was right. The two boys usually took to playing chess or discussing quidditch around this time.
"I was looking for you. Come sit with me and talk." Harry gestured down the stairs. "Please?"
"Oh, alright. Just you and me? No Ron?"
"Yea," Harry replied, "Just us." He saw a look of relief wash over his best friend's face.
"Ok. Just let me go get dressed and everything and I'll meet you downstairs." Harry guessed that she had just come from the prefect's bathroom, for she was soaking wet and in her bathrobe.
Fifteen minutes later, Hermione walked into the common room. Harry was sitting in an over-sized chair in the corner next to the fireplace. She quickly glanced at the many people inhabiting the room. She noticed Neville, Ron, and Seamus trying to play a game of wizard's chess in the other corner of the room. It wasn't working well, the pieces kept getting confused and going the wrong way as the three boys shouted commands at them.
Her stomach flip-flopped at the sight if Ron. Hermione groaned. She wasn't ready for this so early in the school year. She quickly pushed all thoughts of Ron to the back of her brain and sat down in the over-sized, high-backed chair with Harry.
She cuddled down as far into the chair as she could. Harry took a blanket and placed it over the two of them. He began to talk about the horrible time he had at the Dursley's and his time spent at the Burrow, careful to leave anything out Ron would kill him for telling her. Hermione's head slipped onto Harry's shoulder. "Hermione? Hey, Hermione?" Harry looked down at the girl who had fallen asleep on his arm. He could tell that this had been a tough day for her. Not wanting to wake her yet, Harry turned to watch the fire.
Someone nudged him in the arm. He must have fallen asleep. "Hey Harry, c'mon wake up, its late." The voice whispered in his ear.
"Hnmph? Oh, hey Ron." He rubbed his eyes.
"How come you're the one she always falls asleep with?" He joked at Harry.
"Because you won't sit down and have a conversation with her under a blanket!" Harry joked back.
In one swift movement, Ron picked Hermione up off Harry's shoulder and proceeded up the stairs to her room. He smiled at Harry.
Over the summer, Ron had grown taller and more muscular. He was still lanky, but practicing quidditch had done a lot to change his appearance. He could easily pick tiny Hermione up like she was a couple of his school books.
After tucking her in her bed, Ron came back downstairs to find Harry asleep and sprawled out on the couch. Ron went over and woke Harry up for the second time that evening. Exhausted, the two went up to their dorm. Neither of them were awake buy the time their head hit their pillows.
A/N Has anyone seen Double Doule Toil and Trouble? I watched it today, its one of the cutest movies, ever. I love Halloween movies, Hocus Pocus, Halloweentown, Casper, Sabrina the Teenage Witch....theyre great! Ok thats enough about my weird movie likes. Please R/R!!!!!! Thanks!