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Hazel sat in Transfiguration, tiredly reading a book about the spell they were learning today: changing a cricket into a music box. It was going well, except for the fact that the music boxes kept chirping, and the crickets kept getting stepped on. It was November, and it was cold, and it wasn't Halloween or Christmas. It wasn't snowing, or sunny, or rainy. It was just damn cold, thought Hazel. She hated November.
Halloween had been fun, and she had got to know a lot of people better.
Since that night in September, Harry hadn't acted any different than before. He was still just a friend, and nothing more. It was like he had forgotten the whole thing. Well, not quite. He had sent her a note saying, "I'm sorry, I don't think I can deal with this sort of thing right now." Hazel didn't blame him. It's hard on him, she thought, with Voldemort back and all. He has to be worried all the time. And it's not like I didn't pretend it never happened too. But she still sometimes got that feeling around him, when he touched her or was really close.
Her thoughts were interrupted as Lavender poked her. "I can't get this spell to work!" she whined.
Hazel helped her out. Right now, Lavender was dating Seamus, and was very happy about this. It didn't help keep her mind on her classwork though.
Once Transfiguration was over, Hazel went with the others girls back to their dormitory. Dumping their books, Hermione and Hazel went down to dinner.
Dumbledore was at the teacher's table. He raised his glass to the students, who fell silent, and spoke, "I would like to make a toast of good luck to the Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch teams who will be playing the second game of the year tomorrow."
Hazel groaned, remembering.
"Last game," Dumbledore continued, "Ravenclaw beat Hufflepuff, and the current house at the top is Ravenclaw, followed closely by both Slytherin and Gryffindor. So good-luck!"
They hall was filled with cheers and the sound of clinking glasses. Everyone started to eat, the steaming lamb pie being very inviting. Hermione, however, left a few minutes later, saying she felt sick. Ron departed soon after, with no explanation. Then Parvati and Lavender left, looking daggers at each other. Fred and Angelina took off not long after.
Harry looked at Hazel in complete surprise and confusion. "Am I missing something? Just exactly what the bloody hell is going on?"
Hazel grinned. "Don't swear, Harry. It's not nice."
He just shook his head, returning to his dinner. They both ate quickly, knowing they would need a good night's sleep for the game tomorrow.
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(A/N: Okay, backtrack. Why did all those people suddenly leave the great hall??? Here's why:)
Hermione hurried down the hallways, on her way to the library. She wasn't sure why she felt sick, but she wasn't going to stand there and wonder about it!
It was then that Ron caught up. He had been trying to get her alone for a while, and now was the perfect time. Probably the only chance he was going to get, he told himself. You see, he had developed a crush on Hermione last year, and it was getting bigger and bigger. He didn't know what he was going to do about it, except tell to Hermione. Although he had no clue how he was going to do that.
"Oh, hello Ron," said Hermione, surprised. She suddenly felt a lot sicker, when he tapped her arm.
"Hermione, I need to talk to you." He dragged her off to a corner of the library, taking deep, calming breaths. "I don't know quite how to say this, but I've been feeling different around you lately. I, um, er-"
Ron could feel his ears turning red. Hermione just looked at him, the tension between them mounting every second.
"Uh, me too Ron, I mean I, um," Hermione stuttered, for once in her life at a loss for words. She could hardly believe that she was acting this way! What had come over her?
By this time, the tension between them was becoming too great to bear. They were tense, both of them, hardly able to breathe. Ron could not stand it anymore, and pulled Hermione into a gruff embrace, hoping he was doing the right thing.
Hermione immediately relaxed, letting herself rest in Ron's arms. It made her feel so peaceful and complete. He hugged her tighter, and they just stood there, holding each other. They were completely oblivious to the world around them, and all they could think of was each other.
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Meanwhile, anyone in the Gryffindor common room would be sure to hear screams of rage coming from the fifth year girls' dormitory.
"He's mine!" screamed Lavender, throwing an inkbottle at Parvati.
"Says who?" Parvati yelled back.
"Says Seamus, that's who! He loves me!"
"Oh he does, does he? Then why would he kiss me?"
"He WHAT?!!!" Lavender shouted, her voice shaking the castle walls.
"He kissed me," said Parvati, smugly.
Lavender slapped her across the face. Parvati proceeded to rip Lavender's robe, and soon the two "friends" were tearing at each other like animals. Anyone who was lingering in the common room soon left, either for the quiet of the library, or the hospital wing to get their eardrums checked. Dean Thomas was one of those people.
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Fred and Angelina could be found in the astronomy tower making out. Enough said.
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Later on, when all were sleeping, Hazel lay in her bed, awake. She could hear muffled sobs from Lavender nearby, who had just broken-up with Seamus and disowned her best friend in the same day.
Hazel was worrying about the Quidditch match, and also thinking about Draco and how hot he would look tomorrow in his silver and green Quidditch robes. Yes, she still had a crush on him. She soon drifted off to sleep.
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Harry lay awake also, thinking about the upcoming Quidditch game, and about the smile Cho had given him as he had left the Great Hall that evening. She had been quieter since last year when Cedric had died, yet friendlier to Harry. He wasn't sure what to think of that. He decided to forget about it and soon fell asleep.
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In the cold dungeons of Slytherin, another fifth year lay awake, planning out the finishing touches to his scheme. He smiled to himself, then like two others before him, fell asleep.
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Written by
flutterby
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(A/N: Wow! That was interesting, huh? It jumped around a lot today. It will all be clear by next chapter. Well, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW! I love you! Thanks, hope you like it!)
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Hazel sat in Transfiguration, tiredly reading a book about the spell they were learning today: changing a cricket into a music box. It was going well, except for the fact that the music boxes kept chirping, and the crickets kept getting stepped on. It was November, and it was cold, and it wasn't Halloween or Christmas. It wasn't snowing, or sunny, or rainy. It was just damn cold, thought Hazel. She hated November.
Halloween had been fun, and she had got to know a lot of people better.
Since that night in September, Harry hadn't acted any different than before. He was still just a friend, and nothing more. It was like he had forgotten the whole thing. Well, not quite. He had sent her a note saying, "I'm sorry, I don't think I can deal with this sort of thing right now." Hazel didn't blame him. It's hard on him, she thought, with Voldemort back and all. He has to be worried all the time. And it's not like I didn't pretend it never happened too. But she still sometimes got that feeling around him, when he touched her or was really close.
Her thoughts were interrupted as Lavender poked her. "I can't get this spell to work!" she whined.
Hazel helped her out. Right now, Lavender was dating Seamus, and was very happy about this. It didn't help keep her mind on her classwork though.
Once Transfiguration was over, Hazel went with the others girls back to their dormitory. Dumping their books, Hermione and Hazel went down to dinner.
Dumbledore was at the teacher's table. He raised his glass to the students, who fell silent, and spoke, "I would like to make a toast of good luck to the Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch teams who will be playing the second game of the year tomorrow."
Hazel groaned, remembering.
"Last game," Dumbledore continued, "Ravenclaw beat Hufflepuff, and the current house at the top is Ravenclaw, followed closely by both Slytherin and Gryffindor. So good-luck!"
They hall was filled with cheers and the sound of clinking glasses. Everyone started to eat, the steaming lamb pie being very inviting. Hermione, however, left a few minutes later, saying she felt sick. Ron departed soon after, with no explanation. Then Parvati and Lavender left, looking daggers at each other. Fred and Angelina took off not long after.
Harry looked at Hazel in complete surprise and confusion. "Am I missing something? Just exactly what the bloody hell is going on?"
Hazel grinned. "Don't swear, Harry. It's not nice."
He just shook his head, returning to his dinner. They both ate quickly, knowing they would need a good night's sleep for the game tomorrow.
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(A/N: Okay, backtrack. Why did all those people suddenly leave the great hall??? Here's why:)
Hermione hurried down the hallways, on her way to the library. She wasn't sure why she felt sick, but she wasn't going to stand there and wonder about it!
It was then that Ron caught up. He had been trying to get her alone for a while, and now was the perfect time. Probably the only chance he was going to get, he told himself. You see, he had developed a crush on Hermione last year, and it was getting bigger and bigger. He didn't know what he was going to do about it, except tell to Hermione. Although he had no clue how he was going to do that.
"Oh, hello Ron," said Hermione, surprised. She suddenly felt a lot sicker, when he tapped her arm.
"Hermione, I need to talk to you." He dragged her off to a corner of the library, taking deep, calming breaths. "I don't know quite how to say this, but I've been feeling different around you lately. I, um, er-"
Ron could feel his ears turning red. Hermione just looked at him, the tension between them mounting every second.
"Uh, me too Ron, I mean I, um," Hermione stuttered, for once in her life at a loss for words. She could hardly believe that she was acting this way! What had come over her?
By this time, the tension between them was becoming too great to bear. They were tense, both of them, hardly able to breathe. Ron could not stand it anymore, and pulled Hermione into a gruff embrace, hoping he was doing the right thing.
Hermione immediately relaxed, letting herself rest in Ron's arms. It made her feel so peaceful and complete. He hugged her tighter, and they just stood there, holding each other. They were completely oblivious to the world around them, and all they could think of was each other.
***
Meanwhile, anyone in the Gryffindor common room would be sure to hear screams of rage coming from the fifth year girls' dormitory.
"He's mine!" screamed Lavender, throwing an inkbottle at Parvati.
"Says who?" Parvati yelled back.
"Says Seamus, that's who! He loves me!"
"Oh he does, does he? Then why would he kiss me?"
"He WHAT?!!!" Lavender shouted, her voice shaking the castle walls.
"He kissed me," said Parvati, smugly.
Lavender slapped her across the face. Parvati proceeded to rip Lavender's robe, and soon the two "friends" were tearing at each other like animals. Anyone who was lingering in the common room soon left, either for the quiet of the library, or the hospital wing to get their eardrums checked. Dean Thomas was one of those people.
***
Fred and Angelina could be found in the astronomy tower making out. Enough said.
***
Later on, when all were sleeping, Hazel lay in her bed, awake. She could hear muffled sobs from Lavender nearby, who had just broken-up with Seamus and disowned her best friend in the same day.
Hazel was worrying about the Quidditch match, and also thinking about Draco and how hot he would look tomorrow in his silver and green Quidditch robes. Yes, she still had a crush on him. She soon drifted off to sleep.
***
Harry lay awake also, thinking about the upcoming Quidditch game, and about the smile Cho had given him as he had left the Great Hall that evening. She had been quieter since last year when Cedric had died, yet friendlier to Harry. He wasn't sure what to think of that. He decided to forget about it and soon fell asleep.
***
In the cold dungeons of Slytherin, another fifth year lay awake, planning out the finishing touches to his scheme. He smiled to himself, then like two others before him, fell asleep.
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Written by
flutterby
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(A/N: Wow! That was interesting, huh? It jumped around a lot today. It will all be clear by next chapter. Well, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW! I love you! Thanks, hope you like it!)