Disclaimer: Hey, why is it that everyone but Gilligan and the skipper had an endless wardrobe when the theme song clearly states it was a three hour tour, who packs for a three hour tour? Whatever happened to that dog on the Brady Bunch? Why is it that Andrew Keaton went from a baby to a toddler in one year? Why is it that I need to keep explaining to you that I don't own Harry Potter? Why aren't you just reading my story, ugh, now your wondering about the Gilligan's Island thing, aren't you? Oh great, now the mysteries of tv sitcoms have taken over your mind, it's to late for you now.
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Harry drifted downwards where his friends were waiting for him. Ron had a wide grin on his face, but Harry couldn't quite place the look on Hermione's. Was it annoyance? No… jealousy? No, Definitely not that. Irritation, indifference, disapproval? As Harry landed Ron grabbed his arm and pulled him down from the broom.
"I knew you fancied her," he said slowly, "I knew it."
Harry turned to see Andrea running from the field, followed by Parvati and Professor Lupin.
"Er, I don't know if she…" Harry started.
"C'mon!" Ron tugged at his arm, "let's get back to the common room."
Harry looked back to Hermione who was scowling.
"What's wrong?" he asked her.
"Oh, nothing," she pursed her lips slightly.
"Oh, now what," sighed Ron.
"It's just, well, I don't really think that was the right thing to do, do you?" she said in her know-it-all way.
"Hermione, do you really think I meant to do that, it's not like I had time to think if it was the right thing to do."
"Yes, well, it just wasn't very smart, was it."
"Her-mi-on-i," Ron grunted through gritted teeth, "just…c'mon."
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"Well," Parvati announced as she entered the common room, "I don't know what was going through your head, but now look at what you've done!"
"What have I done?"
"Well, how stupid can you be? As if that's not a bad idea in the first place, you go and do it in front of the entire world, don't you?"
"Not the entire world…"
"The entire school, Harry, is the entire world, while you're here it is anyway, it's not like we see anyone from anywhere else. It's the entire world Harry, it is. You realize you've really upset her"
"No, I haven't" Harry protested.
"Of course you haven't, you only humiliated her in front of the entire world is all," she said unconvinced.
"Ok… where is she, I'll go talk to her." Parvati looked at him for a moment before answering.
"In professor Lupin's office."
Harry stepped out of the portrait hole and down the corridors to the office. As he got there, professor Lupin was leaving.
"Hello Harry."
"Er, hello," Harry replied, unable to quite look Lupin in the eye.
"Go in if you like," he said.
Harry just nodded and waited for Lupin to turn the corner before bursting into the room. Andrea was sitting at the desk, looking under the cover on the cage in front of her. She had her head resting on her arms, and she seemed worn out, but why? There was no real reason for her to be so anxious, was there? If anyone should be upset it would be him. Harry cleared his throat to get her attention.
"Oh, hello," she didn't look up at him.
"For someone who's supposed to be mad at me, you're being very nice."
"Who said I was mad at you?" she asked, still looking down.
"Oh, um, just… people… are you ok? Listen, I mean, I just didn't really think, I guess that was a bad idea and…"
"It's over now, ok?" she let out a sigh. "God, I mean, you people can really drag a thing out, can't you? I mean, what the hell. What, do things not happen here? Or are you bunch just really excitable?"
"What? Wait, but you're the one who was…"
"I was just mad because people wouldn't leave me alone, good lord, it's like they expect me to run home and cry simply because you were a supreme moron."
"excuse me…"
"well, you really were," she looked up and smiled.
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Harry stepped into the common room to see Hermione half asleep over her work, and Fred, George, and Ron trying to see how long they could keep a burning paper plane in the air. He also noticed that as soon as he entered, Ginny scurried away like a mouse.
"What's with her?" he asked Ron.
"Dunno, she's been like this since the quidditch game this morning. I think she's a little upset about the whole thing," said Ron, slightly distracted by the floating flame.
"Hermione," said Harry, "It's Saturday, you don't have to be doing school work."
Her head quickly shot straight up.
"Huh? Oh, it's you," she yawned.
"You don't seem happy to see me."
"How did your talk go?" she asked.
"I would say well… but I don't think that's quite the word for it…"
"So she was mad?"
"No. Well, yes really. Well no, she wasn't. I mean, she was, but she wasn't angry at what she was angry about… I think… wait" Harry stopped himself. "What I mean to say is, she was only angry with the fact that everyone was so upset."
"So she doesn't think you're a moron? Well, that would make…"
Harry interrupted, "Oh, no, she thinks I'm a moron, she just doesn't seem to care… too much…"
"Ah… then, cheers."
"On what?"
"On choosing the one person in this school who truly doesn't give a fuck," Hermione's eye's laughed as she got up to walk to her dormitory.
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Later that night, as the common room started to empty out, Andrea finally came back.
"Hi," said Harry as she came in through the portrait hole.
"Hi," she smiled back. "I've just been helping my uncle with Monday's lessons."
"Oh," said Harry, "well, it's late, I'm gonna go up to bed."
She nodded and he headed up the stairs to his dorm. Harry sighed as he flopped into his bed. After tossing and turning for an hour, he drifted to sleep, or at least somewhere between reality and unconsciousness.
