Author's note- I set my story so you can reply anonymously now! Yay! So
review, pleases and thank yous! This chapter doesn't have much in it except
for bitter jealousy from Harry towards Collin and some Lacewing from a
scour beetle, but-read it anyway!
For reasons unknown, Hermione decided that she would keep the yearbook. She stuffed it in her bag and raced out the library door, her footsteps echoing madly causing more dirty looks from Madam Pince.
Most of the ingredients for the potions were in her school stores, but she needed the lacewing of a scour beetle to complete it. Last time she stole from Snape was in her second year, and she had Harry and Ron to help her.
She didn't know how she was going to get it this time. As she walked quickly towards the dungeons with her head down, she accidentally walked into Professor Trelawney, which was quite odd considering that her classroom was in the North tower.
"Professor Trelawney, what are you-," Hermione began, but she cut her short.
"I wanted to see you, ms. Granger. I was just in the Astronomy tower, you see," said Professor Trelawney in a much more down to earth tone that she usually did. "And I saw something that was a great interest to me."
Hermione's stomach dropped. Had she seen what Hermione was going to do tomorrow in a prediction?
"Professor, I-," Hermione began, but she couldn't finish. Professor Trelawney smiled kindly.
"Hermione, do you know what I saw?" Hermione was slightly startled that her Professor had called her by her first name. She shook her head yes and said nothing.
"Now, I also saw farther into the future for you and Mr. Weasly," she said.
"Really, Professor? Could you tell me?" said Hermione excitedly. Professor Trelawney grabbed her hand to quiet her.
"Sometimes, Ms. Granger, we do not need cleverness or magic to see what is right." She took her hand off of Hermione's who had it clenched tight and walked away towards her class. Hermione stared after her for a while. Then, she faintly noticed something crackling in the hand the Professor Trelawney had held.
She opened it and smiled as she looked at a few scoops of lacewing from a scour beetle in her palm.
* * *
"I wonder how muggles work these things," said Ron as he attempted to work a ping-pong paddle that night in the common room.
"Ron, shouldn't you be working on your Astronomy Homework?" said Hermione, going slightly pink.
"I already did it," said Ron absentmindedly, waving at a huge stack of papers in which, as far as Hermione could tell, he had gotten every answer correct.
"Potions?" asked Hermione. Ron once again gestured to the table at another stack of files that he had done, which also looked completely accurate.
"Herbology?" asked Hermione desperately. She needed Ron to go away so she could sneak off to Moaning Myrtle's without Harry (who was working on Transfiguration at a corner table) or his noticing.
"I've got it all done," said Ron.
Hermione was suddenly struck with inspiration; she had completely forgotten about Ron's obsession with the girl in his dormitory, and although it was painful to talk about, it made a good excuse for him to leave her alone.
"Oh, Ron, was that Parvati who just came down the stairs of your dorm?" asked Hermione innocently. That had done it. Ron was out of her sight in half a second. In minute flat, Hermione had raced out the door and down the second floor to Myrtle's bathroom.
* * *
So why don't you just go talk to him? Ginny asked herself exasperatedly. Am I mad? After last night? After all that happened? He's probably just as nervous as you are. But is it good to make the first move?
Oh, Here's an idea! Why don't you stop talking to yourself and just go down there, if you want to so much!
"Right," said Ginny, hopping off her bed and out the door. She walked slowly out of her hallway to the stairs, bumping into none other than Colin Creevy on her way down.
"Hey, Col," said Ginny airily.
"Hey Gin," Colin replied. "What's wrong? You look a little beat," he said, sliding down the railing, Ginny walking after him.
"Oh, It's nothing. Just-boy trouble," Ginny told him.
"Ah. Well, If you didn't notice, I'm kind of a boy," said Collin, raising his muscular arms to his chest. Ginny certainly HAD noticed. In fact, he didn't even look much like a boy anymore, and more like a very handsome man.
"You know, you guys are really stupid," said Ginny matter-of-factly. Colin replied with a pretend look of moral offense.
"We can't help it, we're just morons," he said.
Ginny laughed and pushed him off the railing, feeling a bit like she was cheating on Harry somehow.
* * *
Harry stared at Ginny and Colin over by the stairs, flirting happily like a cute little couple. A cute little couple with Colin and Ginny. HIS Ginny. No, that wasn't true. She wasn't his in any case.
She was free to anyone that wanted her, as long as she wanted them back. Harry would not admit to the bitter jealousy and the overwhelming feeling to kick something that was brewing in his stomach.
Never. He would never admit he liked her. He would never admit she was beautiful and he would never admit that even if she was Ron's sister, she was a woman and Harry was attracted to her. Never. Right?
Author's note- that wasn't very long, but I'm writing this while finishing my homework and I'm quite fond of the way I ended it.
For reasons unknown, Hermione decided that she would keep the yearbook. She stuffed it in her bag and raced out the library door, her footsteps echoing madly causing more dirty looks from Madam Pince.
Most of the ingredients for the potions were in her school stores, but she needed the lacewing of a scour beetle to complete it. Last time she stole from Snape was in her second year, and she had Harry and Ron to help her.
She didn't know how she was going to get it this time. As she walked quickly towards the dungeons with her head down, she accidentally walked into Professor Trelawney, which was quite odd considering that her classroom was in the North tower.
"Professor Trelawney, what are you-," Hermione began, but she cut her short.
"I wanted to see you, ms. Granger. I was just in the Astronomy tower, you see," said Professor Trelawney in a much more down to earth tone that she usually did. "And I saw something that was a great interest to me."
Hermione's stomach dropped. Had she seen what Hermione was going to do tomorrow in a prediction?
"Professor, I-," Hermione began, but she couldn't finish. Professor Trelawney smiled kindly.
"Hermione, do you know what I saw?" Hermione was slightly startled that her Professor had called her by her first name. She shook her head yes and said nothing.
"Now, I also saw farther into the future for you and Mr. Weasly," she said.
"Really, Professor? Could you tell me?" said Hermione excitedly. Professor Trelawney grabbed her hand to quiet her.
"Sometimes, Ms. Granger, we do not need cleverness or magic to see what is right." She took her hand off of Hermione's who had it clenched tight and walked away towards her class. Hermione stared after her for a while. Then, she faintly noticed something crackling in the hand the Professor Trelawney had held.
She opened it and smiled as she looked at a few scoops of lacewing from a scour beetle in her palm.
* * *
"I wonder how muggles work these things," said Ron as he attempted to work a ping-pong paddle that night in the common room.
"Ron, shouldn't you be working on your Astronomy Homework?" said Hermione, going slightly pink.
"I already did it," said Ron absentmindedly, waving at a huge stack of papers in which, as far as Hermione could tell, he had gotten every answer correct.
"Potions?" asked Hermione. Ron once again gestured to the table at another stack of files that he had done, which also looked completely accurate.
"Herbology?" asked Hermione desperately. She needed Ron to go away so she could sneak off to Moaning Myrtle's without Harry (who was working on Transfiguration at a corner table) or his noticing.
"I've got it all done," said Ron.
Hermione was suddenly struck with inspiration; she had completely forgotten about Ron's obsession with the girl in his dormitory, and although it was painful to talk about, it made a good excuse for him to leave her alone.
"Oh, Ron, was that Parvati who just came down the stairs of your dorm?" asked Hermione innocently. That had done it. Ron was out of her sight in half a second. In minute flat, Hermione had raced out the door and down the second floor to Myrtle's bathroom.
* * *
So why don't you just go talk to him? Ginny asked herself exasperatedly. Am I mad? After last night? After all that happened? He's probably just as nervous as you are. But is it good to make the first move?
Oh, Here's an idea! Why don't you stop talking to yourself and just go down there, if you want to so much!
"Right," said Ginny, hopping off her bed and out the door. She walked slowly out of her hallway to the stairs, bumping into none other than Colin Creevy on her way down.
"Hey, Col," said Ginny airily.
"Hey Gin," Colin replied. "What's wrong? You look a little beat," he said, sliding down the railing, Ginny walking after him.
"Oh, It's nothing. Just-boy trouble," Ginny told him.
"Ah. Well, If you didn't notice, I'm kind of a boy," said Collin, raising his muscular arms to his chest. Ginny certainly HAD noticed. In fact, he didn't even look much like a boy anymore, and more like a very handsome man.
"You know, you guys are really stupid," said Ginny matter-of-factly. Colin replied with a pretend look of moral offense.
"We can't help it, we're just morons," he said.
Ginny laughed and pushed him off the railing, feeling a bit like she was cheating on Harry somehow.
* * *
Harry stared at Ginny and Colin over by the stairs, flirting happily like a cute little couple. A cute little couple with Colin and Ginny. HIS Ginny. No, that wasn't true. She wasn't his in any case.
She was free to anyone that wanted her, as long as she wanted them back. Harry would not admit to the bitter jealousy and the overwhelming feeling to kick something that was brewing in his stomach.
Never. He would never admit he liked her. He would never admit she was beautiful and he would never admit that even if she was Ron's sister, she was a woman and Harry was attracted to her. Never. Right?
Author's note- that wasn't very long, but I'm writing this while finishing my homework and I'm quite fond of the way I ended it.