Copyrighted by J.K. Rowling.
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Hermione sat staring towards Harry's door. She sighed thinking to herself 'Will he ever feel the same?' She was about to sigh again when she heard a voice yell "Hermione! What are you doing? We have class soon!" She turned around. Ron was standing behind her. "But, Harry! He's not done getting ready! We must wait for him! We just must!" replied Hermione.
Ron laughed histerically. "Since when do we wait for Harry? Its his fault if he's late, not ours!" Hermione stared at Ron like his question was stupid. "Well he is your best friend, why don't you tell me"
Just then Harry ran down from his room. "What time is it?! How late am I?! Did I put you two behind?! I'm sorry!", Harry yelled out of breath. Hermione giggled a bit. 'Hes so cute when he's worried. Especially when he's worried about me', Hermione thought to herself. She tilted her head and looked at the ceiling. Harry stared at her. "Ron, has she gone mental?" Harry asked. Hermione stopped thinking to herself and yelled "SHUTUP HARRY! Can't a girl think these days?!" Ron started laughing again and Harry just stared at her.
"Ron stop laughing, and tell the teacher I will be late. I have business to take care of." Hermione ordered. Ron did as she said while Hermione turned, and ran to the bathroom. She sat on the floor, and took out a small heart shaped locket with Harry's picture in it. "Oh Harry! Your much too nice to be calling a girl 'Mental' Oh Harry!" Hermione said out loud. Just then Ginny walked out of the stall. "Hermione? Dont you have class?" she asked. "And Harry? Why are you talking about him?" Hermione jumped up and shoved the locket of Harry in to her pocket. "Yes I have class, and yes I am talking about Harry" "But why-" Right when Ginny was about to finsih asking her question Hermione darted into class.
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I know its kind of short, and its not one of my best. I will write more soon.
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Hermione sat staring towards Harry's door. She sighed thinking to herself 'Will he ever feel the same?' She was about to sigh again when she heard a voice yell "Hermione! What are you doing? We have class soon!" She turned around. Ron was standing behind her. "But, Harry! He's not done getting ready! We must wait for him! We just must!" replied Hermione.
Ron laughed histerically. "Since when do we wait for Harry? Its his fault if he's late, not ours!" Hermione stared at Ron like his question was stupid. "Well he is your best friend, why don't you tell me"
Just then Harry ran down from his room. "What time is it?! How late am I?! Did I put you two behind?! I'm sorry!", Harry yelled out of breath. Hermione giggled a bit. 'Hes so cute when he's worried. Especially when he's worried about me', Hermione thought to herself. She tilted her head and looked at the ceiling. Harry stared at her. "Ron, has she gone mental?" Harry asked. Hermione stopped thinking to herself and yelled "SHUTUP HARRY! Can't a girl think these days?!" Ron started laughing again and Harry just stared at her.
"Ron stop laughing, and tell the teacher I will be late. I have business to take care of." Hermione ordered. Ron did as she said while Hermione turned, and ran to the bathroom. She sat on the floor, and took out a small heart shaped locket with Harry's picture in it. "Oh Harry! Your much too nice to be calling a girl 'Mental' Oh Harry!" Hermione said out loud. Just then Ginny walked out of the stall. "Hermione? Dont you have class?" she asked. "And Harry? Why are you talking about him?" Hermione jumped up and shoved the locket of Harry in to her pocket. "Yes I have class, and yes I am talking about Harry" "But why-" Right when Ginny was about to finsih asking her question Hermione darted into class.
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I know its kind of short, and its not one of my best. I will write more soon.