Author's note- K, I've JUST now figured out how stupid I am. A belated,
forgotten disclaimer- I DON'T OWN CRAP! (And that goes to anyone who lives
in box on the side of the curb.) Oh, and Draco's going to be coming up
soon. Don't worry! As you are going to find out in some of my later
chapters- Yes, I'm love struck. When I feel intense emotion is when I write
my best, so keep an eye out for some tear jerking love scenes! The guy I
like is really funny and sweet. Oh, god! I'm so into telling complete
strangers about My personal life, I forgot to write!
The great Hall slowly emptied with students leaving to their next classes so Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny could study their schedules in peace with the rest of the un-hurried children.
"Hmmm, I have Professor Mcgonnogal at nine- that's in half an hour- and then Flitwick at Eleven," said Hermione, her schedule in front of her nose.
"I have Mcgonnogal at nine, too," said Ron. Hermione flushed a bit.
"So do I," said Harry, looking over his schedule with the other two.
"You three are lucky. I have potions first!" said Ginny with a grimace.
"That reminds me," said Ron. "I left my potions book on the nightstand. I'll see you in transfiguration!" he said, running out the hall doors.
Hermione stared after him. Her expression must have been somewhat glazed, because Ginny cleared her throat and gave her a knowing smile.
She flicked her head at Harry. He noticed.
"What?" he asked, staring at one to the other, confused.
"Oh, nothing," Ginny said. "Just discussing lost causes."
* * *
Ron ran up the stairs to his dormitory. The door was still wide open, the beds unmade. Seameus, Dean and Neville must have gotten up late.
He sat down on Dean's messy bed and unpinned his prefect badge. I gleamed magically.
He would never admit it, but he was rather prod of becoming a prefect. In his sixth year, Hermione pushed him harder than ever to do his work.
It eventually paid off and Ron began to do the work himself, getting spectacular grades along the way.
It was a bit hard to play dumb; letting Hermione pin his badge to him. But it wasn't all bad.
He hadn't the slightest idea why, but hermione's hand against his chest made him shiver.
It was a good shiver; oh yes. But not a single thought about Hermione as more than a friend crossed his incredibly dense mind.
Ron suddenly remembered what he had come up here for and walked over to his bed, re-pinning his badge to his robes.
He pulled back his hangings-wait a minute, didn't he pull them shut last night?- and grabbed his potions book.
He turned to face the door when a smell met his nostrils. Oh, it was so beautiful. He sniffed his hangings; where the smell was coming from.
Flowers. Honey. Pine sap. He knew that smell vaguely, remembered it from a time ago.
Was it possible to fall in love with a smell? But, maybe it wasn't just a smell. Maybe it was something else.
He savored that moment, keeping the scent engrained in his nose.
He walked out the door, not knowing that he had just fallen in love with a girl that had pulled his hangings back the night before.
The great Hall slowly emptied with students leaving to their next classes so Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny could study their schedules in peace with the rest of the un-hurried children.
"Hmmm, I have Professor Mcgonnogal at nine- that's in half an hour- and then Flitwick at Eleven," said Hermione, her schedule in front of her nose.
"I have Mcgonnogal at nine, too," said Ron. Hermione flushed a bit.
"So do I," said Harry, looking over his schedule with the other two.
"You three are lucky. I have potions first!" said Ginny with a grimace.
"That reminds me," said Ron. "I left my potions book on the nightstand. I'll see you in transfiguration!" he said, running out the hall doors.
Hermione stared after him. Her expression must have been somewhat glazed, because Ginny cleared her throat and gave her a knowing smile.
She flicked her head at Harry. He noticed.
"What?" he asked, staring at one to the other, confused.
"Oh, nothing," Ginny said. "Just discussing lost causes."
* * *
Ron ran up the stairs to his dormitory. The door was still wide open, the beds unmade. Seameus, Dean and Neville must have gotten up late.
He sat down on Dean's messy bed and unpinned his prefect badge. I gleamed magically.
He would never admit it, but he was rather prod of becoming a prefect. In his sixth year, Hermione pushed him harder than ever to do his work.
It eventually paid off and Ron began to do the work himself, getting spectacular grades along the way.
It was a bit hard to play dumb; letting Hermione pin his badge to him. But it wasn't all bad.
He hadn't the slightest idea why, but hermione's hand against his chest made him shiver.
It was a good shiver; oh yes. But not a single thought about Hermione as more than a friend crossed his incredibly dense mind.
Ron suddenly remembered what he had come up here for and walked over to his bed, re-pinning his badge to his robes.
He pulled back his hangings-wait a minute, didn't he pull them shut last night?- and grabbed his potions book.
He turned to face the door when a smell met his nostrils. Oh, it was so beautiful. He sniffed his hangings; where the smell was coming from.
Flowers. Honey. Pine sap. He knew that smell vaguely, remembered it from a time ago.
Was it possible to fall in love with a smell? But, maybe it wasn't just a smell. Maybe it was something else.
He savored that moment, keeping the scent engrained in his nose.
He walked out the door, not knowing that he had just fallen in love with a girl that had pulled his hangings back the night before.