Chapter two: Defence
Written by Gryffindor girl.
Hermione enters the classroom, she nervously looks around, she notices Ron sitting already she walks up to him leans on the desk with her dainty elbows.
"Okay, tell me the truth, I can see it in your eyes, how you feel" She said.
"What?! How did you know?! Did Harry tell you?! I'll kill him!" Ron said almost yelling at the girl.
"He told me everything, don't worry, I'm shitting myself about this exam too, you're not the only one" she said, almost reassuringly.
Ron sighed with relief, he thought he was going to pass out for a moment but then realised she didn't know, lucky he had other things to worry about, another defence.
"Yeah, up all night studying, not a wink of sleep" he said as he yawned.
"Me too, I don't look that terrible, do I?"
It might have seemed the girl was looking for a complement from her red hair friend.
"No, you look great" he said nervously, he wasn't much for complements but found that one worked quite well.
"You're a terrible liar, Ronald Weasley, but thank-you" She almost smirked as the words left her mouth.
She noticed the Professor enter the room.
"Well, got to go, Good luck" She strode this off time, confidently to her seat.
"Anytime...I mean, Good luck" He was cut off by a boy who could almost be classified as late for an exam.
"Harry Potter, so pleased you decided to join us sir. If you will take your seat, we shall commence. You all know the terms, good luck," Said the Professor in an almost cruel tone that everybody had grown used to by now, however he just didn't unnerve people like he used to.
Harry took a seat by Ron, his friend had noticed that Harry's tie was hung loosely around his neck & at least four buttons on his shirt where undone.
"What have you been up too?" Ron asked. Although he knew the answer would be a lie, he just liked to see what new excuses Harry would come up with for spending too much 'time' with Tabitha.
"Quidditch training" He answered as he buttoned up his shirt, knowing that Ron knew that if there were Quidditch training on, he would know about it, being the keeper & all.
"I'm very sure," Ron said with a smile.
"Good luck" they wished each other, almost melodically.
He opened the paper, Defence...
End chapter two.
Hermione enters the classroom, she nervously looks around, she notices Ron sitting already she walks up to him leans on the desk with her dainty elbows.
"Okay, tell me the truth, I can see it in your eyes, how you feel" She said.
"What?! How did you know?! Did Harry tell you?! I'll kill him!" Ron said almost yelling at the girl.
"He told me everything, don't worry, I'm shitting myself about this exam too, you're not the only one" she said, almost reassuringly.
Ron sighed with relief, he thought he was going to pass out for a moment but then realised she didn't know, lucky he had other things to worry about, another defence.
"Yeah, up all night studying, not a wink of sleep" he said as he yawned.
"Me too, I don't look that terrible, do I?"
It might have seemed the girl was looking for a complement from her red hair friend.
"No, you look great" he said nervously, he wasn't much for complements but found that one worked quite well.
"You're a terrible liar, Ronald Weasley, but thank-you" She almost smirked as the words left her mouth.
She noticed the Professor enter the room.
"Well, got to go, Good luck" She strode this off time, confidently to her seat.
"Anytime...I mean, Good luck" He was cut off by a boy who could almost be classified as late for an exam.
"Harry Potter, so pleased you decided to join us sir. If you will take your seat, we shall commence. You all know the terms, good luck," Said the Professor in an almost cruel tone that everybody had grown used to by now, however he just didn't unnerve people like he used to.
Harry took a seat by Ron, his friend had noticed that Harry's tie was hung loosely around his neck & at least four buttons on his shirt where undone.
"What have you been up too?" Ron asked. Although he knew the answer would be a lie, he just liked to see what new excuses Harry would come up with for spending too much 'time' with Tabitha.
"Quidditch training" He answered as he buttoned up his shirt, knowing that Ron knew that if there were Quidditch training on, he would know about it, being the keeper & all.
"I'm very sure," Ron said with a smile.
"Good luck" they wished each other, almost melodically.
He opened the paper, Defence...
End chapter two.