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A/N: I'm back! This is becoming too much like a daily update. Maybe I should let you guys sweat it out first, yes? Wahaha. Anyway, on with the story.
The crowd was cheering as Harry walked up to the platform, grinning wildly. His unruly dark hair was neatly combed and parted, showing in clear view, his lightning bolt scar. His green eyes sparkled; his spectacles were gone. He took the huge silver cup from Professor Dumbledore, and with a glance of appreciation at the cup, he raised it high in the air, causing the crowd to scream in happiness. Harry's grin widened as he heard the announcement.
"Gryffindor wins the Quidditch Cup! Again!"
"Harry blasted Potter! Wake up! We're late! Do you not want breakfast? Because that's fine with me!" Harry blinked sleepily, and slowly opened his eyes, his brows furrowing as the glaring bright sunlight greeted him.
"We won," he mumbled, still half-asleep. "We won."
His best friend, Ron Weasley, gave an impatient snort. "Yes yes, we won. Now will you wake up?!"
"Ron?" was the quizzical reply. Ronald Weasley nodded impatiently. "Yes, Ron. Ron. Wake up already. We're late!" Suddenly, Harry gripped the sleeves of his robes.
"What time is it?"
"Nine, why?"
Harry gave a shout of dismay and jumped out of his bed, screaming. "I'm late. I'm late." He rushed into the bathroom, leaving Ron to stare after with raised eyebrows.
"A little slow on the uptake, aren't you?" He muttered to no one in particular, and headed off to the great hall for breakfast.
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Hermoine glanced at her watch, and sighed. She had been waiting for the past hour. ^Breakfast will be gone by now^ she thought bitterly. She was in the secret room that only Harry and her knew, waiting for Harry, who was supposed to be there.
Just then, he rushed into the room, and stopped, smiling sheepishly at her. His hair was messier than usual, if that was possible. His specs were hanging off one ear. His robes were in disarray, and his tie was hung loosely over his neck. One of his collars stuck up. He was also breathing heavily.
Hermoine's anger disappeared and her heart softened. With a resigned sigh, she walked over to him, and gently pushed his glasses up his nose. Her hands reached over and re-tie his Gryffindor tie, tucking it neatly beneath the collars. Adjusting his robes to perfection, she stood back to survey him with a critical eye. His hair was still messy and stuck up behind the ears.
"You need a haircut," she commented, noticing that the back of his thick dark hair was now resting on the second collar of his shirt. "The longer it gets, the more unruly, you know?"
"I look fine," he replied defensively, reaching up and smoothing his dark hair in an attempt to tame it. It worked, but just barely. He reached over and grabbed her hands. "I'm sorry for being so late. I overslept."
Hermoine shook her head in forgiveness. "We're late, you know?"
"Let's skip first period then," he suggested. Hermoine opened her mouth to protest, but Harry's puppy-dog look was getting to her. "Besides, my first period is divination, and there's nothing to learn from it. If I recall right, you have muggle studies. Hermoine, you were born in the muggle world. What do you need to study?"
"That's true," she admitted. She gave a sly smile. "Harry Potter, you're a bad influence, you know that?"
"I delight in that, my dear," he said, giving her a formal bow.
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Harry leaned against the back of the couch, absently stroking Hermoine's hair as she lay asleep on his lap. She looked so peaceful that he didn't want to wake her up. His head shot up as he heard a sound in the corner. Slowly, as not to wake Hermoine up, he stood up and walked towards the sound. It was covered in shadows, and suddenly, he saw two red blinking things that looked suspiciously like eyes. He didn't notice his own eyes blinking red in return.
"Harry? What are you doing there?" Hermoine asked, sitting up. There was no response. "Harry?" He turned in shock and smiled at her.
"Hey Herm, you're awake." He walked towards her. "We should be getting to second period right about now you know?" Hermoine nodded, and leading the way she walked out of the door. Harry followed suit, but because her back was turned to Harry, she didn't notice his eyes blinking red three times.
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A/N: Oh no! What's happening now? What's wrong with Harry? Wait for the next chapter! Wahaha! Review please. No review, no story. I mean it! =P
A/N: I'm back! This is becoming too much like a daily update. Maybe I should let you guys sweat it out first, yes? Wahaha. Anyway, on with the story.
The crowd was cheering as Harry walked up to the platform, grinning wildly. His unruly dark hair was neatly combed and parted, showing in clear view, his lightning bolt scar. His green eyes sparkled; his spectacles were gone. He took the huge silver cup from Professor Dumbledore, and with a glance of appreciation at the cup, he raised it high in the air, causing the crowd to scream in happiness. Harry's grin widened as he heard the announcement.
"Gryffindor wins the Quidditch Cup! Again!"
"Harry blasted Potter! Wake up! We're late! Do you not want breakfast? Because that's fine with me!" Harry blinked sleepily, and slowly opened his eyes, his brows furrowing as the glaring bright sunlight greeted him.
"We won," he mumbled, still half-asleep. "We won."
His best friend, Ron Weasley, gave an impatient snort. "Yes yes, we won. Now will you wake up?!"
"Ron?" was the quizzical reply. Ronald Weasley nodded impatiently. "Yes, Ron. Ron. Wake up already. We're late!" Suddenly, Harry gripped the sleeves of his robes.
"What time is it?"
"Nine, why?"
Harry gave a shout of dismay and jumped out of his bed, screaming. "I'm late. I'm late." He rushed into the bathroom, leaving Ron to stare after with raised eyebrows.
"A little slow on the uptake, aren't you?" He muttered to no one in particular, and headed off to the great hall for breakfast.
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Hermoine glanced at her watch, and sighed. She had been waiting for the past hour. ^Breakfast will be gone by now^ she thought bitterly. She was in the secret room that only Harry and her knew, waiting for Harry, who was supposed to be there.
Just then, he rushed into the room, and stopped, smiling sheepishly at her. His hair was messier than usual, if that was possible. His specs were hanging off one ear. His robes were in disarray, and his tie was hung loosely over his neck. One of his collars stuck up. He was also breathing heavily.
Hermoine's anger disappeared and her heart softened. With a resigned sigh, she walked over to him, and gently pushed his glasses up his nose. Her hands reached over and re-tie his Gryffindor tie, tucking it neatly beneath the collars. Adjusting his robes to perfection, she stood back to survey him with a critical eye. His hair was still messy and stuck up behind the ears.
"You need a haircut," she commented, noticing that the back of his thick dark hair was now resting on the second collar of his shirt. "The longer it gets, the more unruly, you know?"
"I look fine," he replied defensively, reaching up and smoothing his dark hair in an attempt to tame it. It worked, but just barely. He reached over and grabbed her hands. "I'm sorry for being so late. I overslept."
Hermoine shook her head in forgiveness. "We're late, you know?"
"Let's skip first period then," he suggested. Hermoine opened her mouth to protest, but Harry's puppy-dog look was getting to her. "Besides, my first period is divination, and there's nothing to learn from it. If I recall right, you have muggle studies. Hermoine, you were born in the muggle world. What do you need to study?"
"That's true," she admitted. She gave a sly smile. "Harry Potter, you're a bad influence, you know that?"
"I delight in that, my dear," he said, giving her a formal bow.
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Harry leaned against the back of the couch, absently stroking Hermoine's hair as she lay asleep on his lap. She looked so peaceful that he didn't want to wake her up. His head shot up as he heard a sound in the corner. Slowly, as not to wake Hermoine up, he stood up and walked towards the sound. It was covered in shadows, and suddenly, he saw two red blinking things that looked suspiciously like eyes. He didn't notice his own eyes blinking red in return.
"Harry? What are you doing there?" Hermoine asked, sitting up. There was no response. "Harry?" He turned in shock and smiled at her.
"Hey Herm, you're awake." He walked towards her. "We should be getting to second period right about now you know?" Hermoine nodded, and leading the way she walked out of the door. Harry followed suit, but because her back was turned to Harry, she didn't notice his eyes blinking red three times.
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A/N: Oh no! What's happening now? What's wrong with Harry? Wait for the next chapter! Wahaha! Review please. No review, no story. I mean it! =P