Ok here's chapter 2. It seems to be taking awhile to get to where the guys actually get drunk together and where *ahhh hmmm* some action happens. Sorry bout that…I just start writing and somehow things take longer than anticipated. Hey this is loads more fun than studying for my chemistry exam. But feeling kinda tired now so I'm off to bed….no doubt I'll be procrastinating from study again tomorrow and so I might get to write chapter 3.
PS thanks to the person who reviewed - you inspired me to keep writing.
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M.E.S
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Chapter 2
Harry opened his eyes, groaned and rolled over to look at the time. "Aggghhhr" he thought "Double Transfiguration, what a bore". He sat up slowly and then it dawned on him that it was in fact the holidays and he had no classes to go to. He reached over to get his glasses off the bedside table and hooked them behind his ears. Last year Hermione had convinced him to get contact lenses and so they had spent a day in London together shopping, but Harry only wore them when he went out, preferring his glasses most of the time. Harry smiled as he remembered back to when Hermione had seen him with his contacts on for the first time.
"Wow Harry your eyes are a really nice colour. I never noticed before with your glasses" Hermione had commented. "Did you know that true green eyes are really rare? Most people who think they have green eyes really have blue ones but they look green in certain light. But yours are really green. They're nice".
Harry had laughed and thought "Trust Hermione to know some piece of useless information like that" but never the less he'd been pleased. That had been a really fun day Harry reflected. In fact he thought "That's been the best day I've had since I broke up with Cho. Funny how it was with Hermione……"
Hermione lay in bed staring up at the ceiling. She'd been awake since six and hadn't felt like sleeping more or getting up. "Damn damn" she muttered to herself. Yesterday it had all seemed too good to be true, her and Harry alone together for the holidays. Alone for the first time ever without……well without Ron she admitted to herself. "Hang on, who are you kidding" she thought "Harry's never going to like me like that. He's never even hinted at it. Like it's going to make any difference if Ron's around or not". Hermione sighed and turned over. "Why can't I just give this up?" But then she thought about Harry's green eyes, the way they had looked that day in London, about his black hair and the way his fringe tumbled over his right eye, the way he had lent her his cloak three weeks ago when they were at Hogsmeade and she'd forgotten hers and it was freezing…"I can't believe I'm in love with Harry Potter. Harry Potter who's never even given me a second glance. Harry Potter who just thinks I'm good old Hermes." Hermione turned her face into the pillow. "I won't cry I won't cry" came a muffled voice from the pillow "I've wasted too much time on this. I need to let it go". "Then why are you planning to get drunk with him tonight then?" a small voice asked in her mind. "You never drink Hermione, it's childish to be drunk remember". Hermione sat up. "Stuff it" she said out aloud. "I'm in love with him and if this is the only way I'm going to be able to admit it to him then that's the way its going to be. At least that will be it. It will be over". "And so might our friendship" she thought silently.
The Great Hall was very quiet that morning with only Harry, Ron, Hermione and six other people from different houses who were staying for the holidays. "You're a bit quiet this morning Hermes" said Harry brightly, spooning in porridge.
"Yeah…I guess" muttered Hermione.
"Not thinking of backing out of tonight are you?" asked Ron. "You'd better not be cause you're supplying the beverages remember? By the way what ARE you bringing us?"
"Have to wait and see" replied Hermione.
"This is going to be great" said Harry "I haven't been pissed in ages".
"Yeah you need to drown your sorrows over Cho" said Ron poking Harry in the ribs and laughing.
"I wish Ron would just shut up about Cho" Hermione thought. "It was so obvious from the start they weren't right for each other". "But you are?" asked that little voice. "Shut up" Hermione said out aloud.
"Pardon" said Harry. "Hermes are you feeling ok?"
"Ahhh yeah sure, um gotta go" said Hermione standing up "And don't call me Hermes" she added over her shoulder as she walked out of the Hall.
"Where's she off to?" Harry asked Ron.
"Probably gone to the library to study up on some more useless information so she can top the year again" said Ron.
"C'mon Ron, she's not that bad. Hermione's been a really good friend and you know it."
"Ohhh Harry's getting soft on Hermes now. Maybe you should go out with her" jeered Ron.
"Yeah right!" said Harry pushing Ron's shoulder. "Want to go out and practice some Quidditch moves?"
"Cool! Lets go" replied Ron.
Having found their broomsticks Harry and Ron walked outside. Although cold the day was sunny with no hint of snow and would be perfect for flying. "Hermione and I going out" thought Harry to himself "hahah now THAT would be funny". But for some reason he found himself thinking back to that day in London again when Hermione had commented on his eyes. "I don't even know what colour her eyes are" Harry realised. Then Ron grabbed his arm.
"C'mon dreamy. Lets get flying".
Flying around the Quidditch field was the best feeling in the world Harry thought as he swooped past the goal posts. "Lucky my height hasn't changed my seeker abilities" he pondered as Ron whooshed past him. After fourth year Harry had surprisingly shot up in height. He was no longer the skinny kid he had been, all the Quidditch training had left him with toned muscles required to play the demanding sport well. At six foot Harry was one of the taller seekers. But still admittedly the best at Hogwarts.
Hermione stared out the window at the boys flying together outside. Watching Harry's graceful maneuvers she felt that familiar feeling. Closing her eyes she imagined for the thousandth time what it would be like to kiss him….to feel his firm but soft lips pressed against hers… "Stop it" she thought opening her eyes and shaking her head. She turned from the window and set off for the library. If there was one thing to take her mind off things it was by reading.
It was seven thirty and the boys hadn't seen Hermione all day. She hadn't even been at dinner.
"Probably making herself beautiful for you" said Ron.
"Can you shut up" replied Harry. "What is it with you going on about me and Hermione today anyway?"
"Just kidding, just kidding" Ron said giving Harry a friendly punch on the shoulder.
"Why do you think she really does like me?" asked Harry.
"Get real, the only thing Hermione's in love with is her school books. C'mon lets go get changed".
"Why did I ask that?" wondered Harry to himself as they walked up to their room. "Hermione and I are just friends". But as Harry walked into the bedroom his mind drifted back to Hermione and he found himself wondering exactly what were the colour of her eyes?
Harry stood in front of his mirror running his hand through his hair. As usual it wouldn't stay where he wanted it and that annoying piece of fringe kept falling over his right eye. "I wonder what it would look like if I put some gel in it" Harry thought. "Hey Ron" he yelled across the room "Can I borrow some of your hair gel?".
"What!" exclaimed Ron "Oh my God Harry's taking an interest in his appearance. He wants to look good for his "friend" tonight".
"Shut up and give it here".
"Look" said Ron "I'll do it for you. You know you have no idea and you'll stuff it up".
"Ok" Harry agreed. Ron's hair was always done to perfection so he felt he was in good hands. Ron began smoothing the gel into Harry's hair. It felt weird having a guy touch him like that. "Oh for goodness sake" thought Harry. But Ron's hands seemed to be massaging his hair rather a lot. Was that how you put in hair gel? Harry wondered.
"There you go" said Ron "You look great".
Harry turned and looked in the mirror. A tall guy with brilliant green eyes wearing a faded blue shirt and bone slacks stared back at him. His hair did look different. But kinda cool Harry decided.
"Let's go find Hermione and get drinking" Ron said.
"Yeah cool" said Harry following him out of the room.