Hi I'm BoggledMuggle313. I hope you like my little scenarios. They
might seem a bit weird at first, but I personally like them and I hope you
do too!
One main thing you should know, Harry has a twin in called Maysel Potter.
Enjoy!
Scene #1
Harry climbed through the porthole, his arms full of books, and saw Hermione working furiously alone at a table as usual.
He walked up to the table, slammed his books on the table with a bang, pulled the chair, and dropped onto it.
Hermione kept on reading without looking up.
Harry rolled his eyes before speaking.
"Hey Hermione." Then without waiting for an answer he continued, "I just want to tell you that I'm going to be your partner to for the Christmas Ball."
Hermione looked up. "What did you say?" she asked eyes wide.
"Exactly what you heard me say. You are going to the ball with me." "Why?"
"Well, er." Harry turned a bit red.
"Tell me why." Hermione pressed seeing Harry redden.
"Well er, because I don't want to, you know, ask Cho Chang again." his voice trailed off.
Hermione stared at him for a few seconds with her eyebrows raised, and then she burst out laughing.
Harry rolled his eyes again. "What?"
"Just go ask her if you like her so much, Harry. It's better than going with me!"
Harry blushed. "No I don't think so." He said quietly.
Hermione didn't say anything.
"So is it okay if you go with me?" he asked.
Hermione shrugged, looking back at her textbook.
"What's that s'posed to mean? You don't have an alternative in mind, do you?" he grinned.
"Well not really..." Hermione answered, picking up her quill.
Harry's eyes widened. Did Always-Concentrate-On-Studies-Hermione actually fancy someone?
"Who?" Harry asked.
Hermoine turned slightly red and looked down straight at her piece of parchment. "What do you mean 'who'? I didn't say I did have an alternative, did I?"
Harry grinned again. Then he decided to drop that topic.
"So you'll go with me, right?"
"Alright, if you say so." She sighed.
"I say so. Besides, what's the big deal? It's just some stupid old ball."
"The 'big deal' is that.well, can't you ask it more officially?"
"What, send you an invitation card or something? Sorry, Hedwig's off sending a letter right now."
Hermione laughed in spite of herself. "No, I mean, more nicer?"
"What d'you want me to do?"
Hermione shrugged.
"Alright then, I'll show you 'officially nice!" he said, and dropped to the floor on his knees. Then he clasped his hands together, cleared his throat, and said, "Hermione Jacqueline Granger, would you please go to the ball with me?"
Hermione started laughing.
"Please please please?!!?" He continued, "I'm begging you!" Then he got up and sat on his chair and grinned.
After Hermione stopped laughing she said, "That'll do. Yeah, I'll go with you."
Harry sighed with relief. "Whew. Thought I'll have a hard time like last year!"
Hermione rolled her eyes and got back to work.
"Where's Ron?" Harry asked as he started finding his page in his History of Magic textbook. "Detention." Hermione said knowingly.
Harry laughed. "For blowing up on Malfoy again?"
"Yes, Malfoy called me Mudblood again. But this time Ron actually did some damage to Malfoy!"
"Serious?" Harry asked surprised.
Hermione nodded. "He gave him a black eye and a bloody nose."
Harry and Hermione both laughed.
"Good for him, then." Said Harry.
"Do you really think so? It got him in detention at the end-all for good-for-nothing me." She sounded apologetic.
"We don't mind having detention if it's for our best friends, Hermione. So it's okay." He patted her shoulders.
Hermione smiled.
"Who's Ron going to the ball with?" She asked Harry.
"Maysel, didn't you know?"
"Really? So I guess it's a best friend thing this year?"
"Yeah."
Hermoine smiled knowingly. "Do you feel weird because your best friend's going with your sister?"
"Not really." Harry answered thoughtfully, realizing he had never thought about it that way.
Hermione smiled. "I knew that."
Harry looked at her curiously.
But she just kept on smiling and got back to work.
One main thing you should know, Harry has a twin in called Maysel Potter.
Enjoy!
Scene #1
Harry climbed through the porthole, his arms full of books, and saw Hermione working furiously alone at a table as usual.
He walked up to the table, slammed his books on the table with a bang, pulled the chair, and dropped onto it.
Hermione kept on reading without looking up.
Harry rolled his eyes before speaking.
"Hey Hermione." Then without waiting for an answer he continued, "I just want to tell you that I'm going to be your partner to for the Christmas Ball."
Hermione looked up. "What did you say?" she asked eyes wide.
"Exactly what you heard me say. You are going to the ball with me." "Why?"
"Well, er." Harry turned a bit red.
"Tell me why." Hermione pressed seeing Harry redden.
"Well er, because I don't want to, you know, ask Cho Chang again." his voice trailed off.
Hermione stared at him for a few seconds with her eyebrows raised, and then she burst out laughing.
Harry rolled his eyes again. "What?"
"Just go ask her if you like her so much, Harry. It's better than going with me!"
Harry blushed. "No I don't think so." He said quietly.
Hermione didn't say anything.
"So is it okay if you go with me?" he asked.
Hermione shrugged, looking back at her textbook.
"What's that s'posed to mean? You don't have an alternative in mind, do you?" he grinned.
"Well not really..." Hermione answered, picking up her quill.
Harry's eyes widened. Did Always-Concentrate-On-Studies-Hermione actually fancy someone?
"Who?" Harry asked.
Hermoine turned slightly red and looked down straight at her piece of parchment. "What do you mean 'who'? I didn't say I did have an alternative, did I?"
Harry grinned again. Then he decided to drop that topic.
"So you'll go with me, right?"
"Alright, if you say so." She sighed.
"I say so. Besides, what's the big deal? It's just some stupid old ball."
"The 'big deal' is that.well, can't you ask it more officially?"
"What, send you an invitation card or something? Sorry, Hedwig's off sending a letter right now."
Hermione laughed in spite of herself. "No, I mean, more nicer?"
"What d'you want me to do?"
Hermione shrugged.
"Alright then, I'll show you 'officially nice!" he said, and dropped to the floor on his knees. Then he clasped his hands together, cleared his throat, and said, "Hermione Jacqueline Granger, would you please go to the ball with me?"
Hermione started laughing.
"Please please please?!!?" He continued, "I'm begging you!" Then he got up and sat on his chair and grinned.
After Hermione stopped laughing she said, "That'll do. Yeah, I'll go with you."
Harry sighed with relief. "Whew. Thought I'll have a hard time like last year!"
Hermione rolled her eyes and got back to work.
"Where's Ron?" Harry asked as he started finding his page in his History of Magic textbook. "Detention." Hermione said knowingly.
Harry laughed. "For blowing up on Malfoy again?"
"Yes, Malfoy called me Mudblood again. But this time Ron actually did some damage to Malfoy!"
"Serious?" Harry asked surprised.
Hermione nodded. "He gave him a black eye and a bloody nose."
Harry and Hermione both laughed.
"Good for him, then." Said Harry.
"Do you really think so? It got him in detention at the end-all for good-for-nothing me." She sounded apologetic.
"We don't mind having detention if it's for our best friends, Hermione. So it's okay." He patted her shoulders.
Hermione smiled.
"Who's Ron going to the ball with?" She asked Harry.
"Maysel, didn't you know?"
"Really? So I guess it's a best friend thing this year?"
"Yeah."
Hermoine smiled knowingly. "Do you feel weird because your best friend's going with your sister?"
"Not really." Harry answered thoughtfully, realizing he had never thought about it that way.
Hermione smiled. "I knew that."
Harry looked at her curiously.
But she just kept on smiling and got back to work.