Author's Note: Going out to eeling aka. erise aka. sia[N]atic: HAPPY
SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY!!! You're finally old enough to watch NC-16 movies
without sneaking in! Lucky you! By the way, this is the absolute closest
you'll ever get to me writing a fic in which Ron and Hermione are not
joined at the hip. Savour it. If this fic sounds too weird for words, I'm
terribly sorry. I'm a staunch R/Hr fan, but my friend here who turns
sixteen today has yet to see the light and still stubbornly supports H/Hr.
Eeling, this is a nice little birthday fic for you. Enjoy.
Revelation
By spiraling star
It's stupid. It's utterly, utterly absurd. It's downright laughable. Simply too ridiculous for words.
Falling for one's best friend should be made illegal. It should be made a crime. Scratch that. It is a crime, a terribly heinous crime at that. It should be right up there along with Crucio and the rest of the Unforgivable Curses.
Fortunately, it isn't, if not I'd be strait-jacketed and in Azkaban right about now.
Oh, bloody hell.
I'm staring at the back of her head, at that perfect head of brown curls. I watch as her whole body tenses. She is listening carefully, waiting for something. Suddenly her right shoulder twitches, and her hand shoots into the air, swift as a Firebolt.
"Potter! Weasley! Not paying attention, are you?"
Snape's slimy voice brings my thoughts to a screeching halt. Bloody interfering git.
I glance guiltily at Hermione, who's giving me another one of her long- suffering, disappointed looks. Oh, Merlin. Not now.
I tear my gaze away from her and look at my other best friend, the male one who is currently making googly eyes at Parvati Patil. For some reason he fails to notice the Avada-Kedavra-strength glare Dean is shooting him.
I barely stifle a snicker.
Snape turns to me. "Is there anything so hilarious that you wish to share with the class?"
In that split second, precisely three hundred and forty-seven clever remarks rush to my brain, but I kindly turn them down. After all, I don't want to be taken to the hospital wing in a little glass jar. "No, Professor."
"Are you being sarcastic?"
"No, Professor." I say again, very wisely.
"Ten points from Gryffindor for showing disrespect towards a teacher-"
"But, Professor Snape!" That, coming from my best friend. The male one, I mean. Articulate.
"And detention this Friday, for arguing with a teacher." Snape adds. "For the both of you."
"But, professor!" It's Hermione this time. She sounds positively alarmed. "It's Valentine's Day this Friday!" Is it just me, or did she glance in my general direction?
The Gryffindor side of the classroom nods in solemn agreement. The Slytherins roll their eyes.
"I don't recall asking for your opinion, Granger. Another five points from Gryffindor." Snape said. "Class dismissed."
Evil, blasted professor.
"What are you doing on Friday, Hermione?" Seamus asks. "Not got something special planned for Valentine's Day, have you?"
Hermione glances at me and looks away. "Not exactly." She mumbles. Since when does Hermione Granger mumble? "Just thought it'd be nice to spend Valentine's Day with my friends, is all." She glares at my best friend and I, and stomps off, looking very pretty indeed, I might add.
Oh, dear. I really have got it bad.
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Revelation
By spiraling star
It's stupid. It's utterly, utterly absurd. It's downright laughable. Simply too ridiculous for words.
Falling for one's best friend should be made illegal. It should be made a crime. Scratch that. It is a crime, a terribly heinous crime at that. It should be right up there along with Crucio and the rest of the Unforgivable Curses.
Fortunately, it isn't, if not I'd be strait-jacketed and in Azkaban right about now.
Oh, bloody hell.
I'm staring at the back of her head, at that perfect head of brown curls. I watch as her whole body tenses. She is listening carefully, waiting for something. Suddenly her right shoulder twitches, and her hand shoots into the air, swift as a Firebolt.
"Potter! Weasley! Not paying attention, are you?"
Snape's slimy voice brings my thoughts to a screeching halt. Bloody interfering git.
I glance guiltily at Hermione, who's giving me another one of her long- suffering, disappointed looks. Oh, Merlin. Not now.
I tear my gaze away from her and look at my other best friend, the male one who is currently making googly eyes at Parvati Patil. For some reason he fails to notice the Avada-Kedavra-strength glare Dean is shooting him.
I barely stifle a snicker.
Snape turns to me. "Is there anything so hilarious that you wish to share with the class?"
In that split second, precisely three hundred and forty-seven clever remarks rush to my brain, but I kindly turn them down. After all, I don't want to be taken to the hospital wing in a little glass jar. "No, Professor."
"Are you being sarcastic?"
"No, Professor." I say again, very wisely.
"Ten points from Gryffindor for showing disrespect towards a teacher-"
"But, Professor Snape!" That, coming from my best friend. The male one, I mean. Articulate.
"And detention this Friday, for arguing with a teacher." Snape adds. "For the both of you."
"But, professor!" It's Hermione this time. She sounds positively alarmed. "It's Valentine's Day this Friday!" Is it just me, or did she glance in my general direction?
The Gryffindor side of the classroom nods in solemn agreement. The Slytherins roll their eyes.
"I don't recall asking for your opinion, Granger. Another five points from Gryffindor." Snape said. "Class dismissed."
Evil, blasted professor.
"What are you doing on Friday, Hermione?" Seamus asks. "Not got something special planned for Valentine's Day, have you?"
Hermione glances at me and looks away. "Not exactly." She mumbles. Since when does Hermione Granger mumble? "Just thought it'd be nice to spend Valentine's Day with my friends, is all." She glares at my best friend and I, and stomps off, looking very pretty indeed, I might add.
Oh, dear. I really have got it bad.
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