Crookshanks to the rescue
***
Exhausting.
That's what it was, exhausting!!!
I hate climbing stairs right after hairballs and Pig. Why did Dumbledore bother?? Oh, but I had options. I could: a) have someone carry me to Hermione, b) don't bother going to her at all because who cares anyway, or c) turn back into the human I was once and freak out a bunch of girls because I'm naked.
I didn't mention it right?? I'm an animagus. Really, I am all of you non- believers. If I wasn't, I wouldn't be talking right now, right?? Yup. My real name is (please don't tell anyone this because it's classified and because I'll scratch the bloody hell out of you if do) Lance Le Barbe, once a handsome and dashing freelance photographer and most wanted bachelor on Witch Weekly, now a rough and simple feline. How did I end up this way?? I had a tiff with my ex-girlfriend, Pearl Hara. She caught me off-guard and turned me into a stinkin' cat!!! Life is cruel.
Oh, finally, the top of the stairs. Yay!! I came, I saw, and I climbed!!!
I strutted down the corridor, to the girls' dorm and to Hermione's. When I arrived, the place is VERY bare mind you, barely anyone in sight, Hermione was lying on her stomach on her bed and reading a really thick yet pocket- sized book. Okay, what could she be reading now?
I quietly crawled, like a mouse, geez, I made myself hungry, towards her poster bed. I seated myself down, and put on the " mewl and meow and purr" act again just to catch her attention. It succeeded without a doubt because as soon I did my last purr, she turned to me, and looked down at me. I put on a good face. " Hey there Crookie.." she said softly as she bended over and picked me up from the floor. She gave me a hug, a tight one, before settling me on her lap, and scratching me behind the ears. Oh, this feels good.
I looked up at her, wrinkling my nose, and saw that she looked sad, a far cry from the previous frustrated look she had. I mewled, and she just smiled down at me. She was obviously hiding something; I could see it in her eyes.
She just let out a sigh, a long one, and lazily scratched me. Okay, something is definitely wrong with this woman. She was staring at something, in front of her, with a dreamy-eyed look. I turned to the direction she was facing and saw the book she was reading. I could only see the cover though, looks like she either finished it or she planned to continue it. I lengthened my stubby neck to see the cover, and my jaw dropped.
The book was something I could never expect from Hermione.
Midnight Masquerade.
I wasn't kidding.
I know Hermione's mom loves reading this, but her!?! This was a ROMANCE novel!!! The only people I know who could ever read that were...
*Ding! Ding! Ding! Idea!!!*
I realized why she was reading it.
A smile formed on my thin lips, I now know why.
She was in love.
Hermione Granger was in love. STOP THE PRESSES!!!! I cannot believe my no- time-for-romance master has FINALLY fallen in love!! Exciting!! But, the question is: who??
Crookshanks' list of possible candidates:
Harry Potter
Neville Longbottom
Ron Weasley
Dean Thomas
Seamus Finnigan
Draco Malfoy
Draco Malfoy?!?!?! I must be losing my head!
I must find out!!!
***
When Hermione let me go to study for Arithmancy, I slinked myself to the one place where guys would definitely meet, the Great Hall.
Quiet as a mouse, I'm still hungry I realized, I found my way to the hall. Knowing boys, since I am one after all, they would be somewhere where they could stuff their big mouths and burp till dawn and discuss manly stuff, just like me before. Hee hee.
At the doorway, I paused and peeked. Yup, the boys on my list were there. All of them, even the horrible Slytherin ones.
I walked closer, and saw that the Gryffindor boys were also discussing all about the dance.
Dean: Hey guys, who ya takin' to the dance???
Seamus: Well, secretly between you men, I snagged me a real winner!
Harry: Really now??
Seamus: Yup! I got me Lavvie!!
Harry: You mean Lavender?!? You are so lucky!!
Ron: ..
Poor Seamus. Okay, he's off the list.
Seamus: Yup!!! Who you guys takin'??
Dean: Parvati.
Off the list.
Harry: Ginny.
Off the list.
Neville: Uh,. Hannah.
Off the list. Wow.
Ron:.
Off the-wait!
Harry: Ron?? Who are you taking??
Ron: .Well.
Okay, who IS he taking?? Is he going solo. My whiskers twitch in excitement. At least, until the evil pale git arrives in the scene.
Draco: So, what are the Gryffindor geeks discussing now??
Grr.. the kid's got moxie, I have to admit, but he's also got a heart of stone and a brain of lead.
Harry: None of your business Malfoy.
Neville: Y-yeah..
Draco: Oh really?? What could you geeks be discussing anyway?? Something droll I suppose.
Okay, droll I have no idea what it mean, but I don't like it. I moved in, closer and eavesdropped.
Dean: Just so you know you slimy pus ball, we're talking about the dance, and about all the girls we're taking.
Draco: Really?? What girl would go with you simpletons anyway??
Harry: Apparently those who have good taste.
Score one for Harry. You go Potter!!
Draco: PFUIT! Whatever!
Ron: ...
Hmm, Ron's awfully quiet. I wonder why.
Draco: I'm leaving you, spineless chicken boys..
Chicken boys huh?? We'll see about that. I felt the earth, well, more like the ground, and unleashed my deadly claws, before letting out my battle cry and sinking these babies into Malfoy's sweet patootie.
The Gryiffindors could only stare in shock and amusement as Malfoy was screaming his head off with me behind him. I heard the laughs and cheers and felt really proud of myself. At the door, I let go of Malfoy and admired the holes I left in his uniform.
Hah! Take that you slimy git.
Okay, They're all off the list. All except...
OH dear.
I think I know..
TBC
***
Exhausting.
That's what it was, exhausting!!!
I hate climbing stairs right after hairballs and Pig. Why did Dumbledore bother?? Oh, but I had options. I could: a) have someone carry me to Hermione, b) don't bother going to her at all because who cares anyway, or c) turn back into the human I was once and freak out a bunch of girls because I'm naked.
I didn't mention it right?? I'm an animagus. Really, I am all of you non- believers. If I wasn't, I wouldn't be talking right now, right?? Yup. My real name is (please don't tell anyone this because it's classified and because I'll scratch the bloody hell out of you if do) Lance Le Barbe, once a handsome and dashing freelance photographer and most wanted bachelor on Witch Weekly, now a rough and simple feline. How did I end up this way?? I had a tiff with my ex-girlfriend, Pearl Hara. She caught me off-guard and turned me into a stinkin' cat!!! Life is cruel.
Oh, finally, the top of the stairs. Yay!! I came, I saw, and I climbed!!!
I strutted down the corridor, to the girls' dorm and to Hermione's. When I arrived, the place is VERY bare mind you, barely anyone in sight, Hermione was lying on her stomach on her bed and reading a really thick yet pocket- sized book. Okay, what could she be reading now?
I quietly crawled, like a mouse, geez, I made myself hungry, towards her poster bed. I seated myself down, and put on the " mewl and meow and purr" act again just to catch her attention. It succeeded without a doubt because as soon I did my last purr, she turned to me, and looked down at me. I put on a good face. " Hey there Crookie.." she said softly as she bended over and picked me up from the floor. She gave me a hug, a tight one, before settling me on her lap, and scratching me behind the ears. Oh, this feels good.
I looked up at her, wrinkling my nose, and saw that she looked sad, a far cry from the previous frustrated look she had. I mewled, and she just smiled down at me. She was obviously hiding something; I could see it in her eyes.
She just let out a sigh, a long one, and lazily scratched me. Okay, something is definitely wrong with this woman. She was staring at something, in front of her, with a dreamy-eyed look. I turned to the direction she was facing and saw the book she was reading. I could only see the cover though, looks like she either finished it or she planned to continue it. I lengthened my stubby neck to see the cover, and my jaw dropped.
The book was something I could never expect from Hermione.
Midnight Masquerade.
I wasn't kidding.
I know Hermione's mom loves reading this, but her!?! This was a ROMANCE novel!!! The only people I know who could ever read that were...
*Ding! Ding! Ding! Idea!!!*
I realized why she was reading it.
A smile formed on my thin lips, I now know why.
She was in love.
Hermione Granger was in love. STOP THE PRESSES!!!! I cannot believe my no- time-for-romance master has FINALLY fallen in love!! Exciting!! But, the question is: who??
Crookshanks' list of possible candidates:
Harry Potter
Neville Longbottom
Ron Weasley
Dean Thomas
Seamus Finnigan
Draco Malfoy
Draco Malfoy?!?!?! I must be losing my head!
I must find out!!!
***
When Hermione let me go to study for Arithmancy, I slinked myself to the one place where guys would definitely meet, the Great Hall.
Quiet as a mouse, I'm still hungry I realized, I found my way to the hall. Knowing boys, since I am one after all, they would be somewhere where they could stuff their big mouths and burp till dawn and discuss manly stuff, just like me before. Hee hee.
At the doorway, I paused and peeked. Yup, the boys on my list were there. All of them, even the horrible Slytherin ones.
I walked closer, and saw that the Gryffindor boys were also discussing all about the dance.
Dean: Hey guys, who ya takin' to the dance???
Seamus: Well, secretly between you men, I snagged me a real winner!
Harry: Really now??
Seamus: Yup! I got me Lavvie!!
Harry: You mean Lavender?!? You are so lucky!!
Ron: ..
Poor Seamus. Okay, he's off the list.
Seamus: Yup!!! Who you guys takin'??
Dean: Parvati.
Off the list.
Harry: Ginny.
Off the list.
Neville: Uh,. Hannah.
Off the list. Wow.
Ron:.
Off the-wait!
Harry: Ron?? Who are you taking??
Ron: .Well.
Okay, who IS he taking?? Is he going solo. My whiskers twitch in excitement. At least, until the evil pale git arrives in the scene.
Draco: So, what are the Gryffindor geeks discussing now??
Grr.. the kid's got moxie, I have to admit, but he's also got a heart of stone and a brain of lead.
Harry: None of your business Malfoy.
Neville: Y-yeah..
Draco: Oh really?? What could you geeks be discussing anyway?? Something droll I suppose.
Okay, droll I have no idea what it mean, but I don't like it. I moved in, closer and eavesdropped.
Dean: Just so you know you slimy pus ball, we're talking about the dance, and about all the girls we're taking.
Draco: Really?? What girl would go with you simpletons anyway??
Harry: Apparently those who have good taste.
Score one for Harry. You go Potter!!
Draco: PFUIT! Whatever!
Ron: ...
Hmm, Ron's awfully quiet. I wonder why.
Draco: I'm leaving you, spineless chicken boys..
Chicken boys huh?? We'll see about that. I felt the earth, well, more like the ground, and unleashed my deadly claws, before letting out my battle cry and sinking these babies into Malfoy's sweet patootie.
The Gryiffindors could only stare in shock and amusement as Malfoy was screaming his head off with me behind him. I heard the laughs and cheers and felt really proud of myself. At the door, I let go of Malfoy and admired the holes I left in his uniform.
Hah! Take that you slimy git.
Okay, They're all off the list. All except...
OH dear.
I think I know..
TBC