The Weekend
Wow! I didn't imagine I'd get the third chapter up so quickly! I guess it's 'cause I'm bored X_X
Please R+R! Oh yeah, and I've added a bit of Harry/Cho stuffs in.... hehe ^^''
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After the incident at the library, Hermione and Ron were clearly at war. Sunday morning came and brought even more angst between the two.
"Harry? Would you please be a darling and pass me the marmalade?" Asked Hermione, Harry quickly passed the marmalade, for he had caught a glimpse of the owls flying in. Hedwig dropped a letter from Sirius on Harry's lap, turned around and perched on his arm. She let out a sound and then began to peck at Harry's piece of toast which Harry then gave to her.
"Now please go back to the Owlery, thanks for everything Hedwig," he told Hedwig. Usually the three were interested in waht Sirius had to write but not today.
"Harry, would you be kind enough to pass the butter?" Asked Ron, Harry immediately executed the order.
"Harry, may you hand me the sugar?" Demanded Hermione.
"No, wait! Harry! I need another piece of toast, and it's right besides you!"
"Harry! My sugar!"
"Dude, I need toast!"
"Harry---"
"STOP!" Harry was angry and stood up, he towered over the other Gryffindor students and took much pleasure in feeling taller than Ron for once. "I'm going to the Owlery now to be with Hedwig, at least she doesn't fight all of the time!" He glanced at Hermione and then at Ron.
"Harry, it's dirty there! Please stay! You know, Breakfast is the most important meal of the day!" Pleaded Hermione, Ron nodded.
"No," he snapped back. "I'd rather eat Breakfast with Malfoy at the rate you two are going!"
Ron gasped, "that freak!? Over us?!"
"That's right!"
"But who will get my toast then?" Ron looked so dissapointed.
"Or my sugar?"
"Or my syrup?!" Neville popped into the conversation.
"Ron, get Hermione's sugar. Hermione, give Ron some toast. Neville, this is pathetic, the syrup is right in front of you."
"No!" Cried Ron and Hermione unanimously. They looked at each other with disgust.
"Oh thanks 'Arry," Neville grabbed some syrup and saturated the pancakes on his plate with it.
"Yesterday, I told Ron that he was hopeless. Today, Hermione, you're just as bad!" He walked off very frustrated.
"Wow, I haven't seen Harry ever so mad," Ron stood and reached for his toast. "I'll just get it the simple way, I suppose."
"I know!" Ron passed Hermione the sugar.
"Seamus! Dean! Look!" Neville pointed at Ron and Hermione, "they were! They were getting along a minute ago!"
Ron turned his face to see Hermione who was holding the sugar bowl he handed to her, "ew! I didn't want to get your germs on it! I wanted it for my toast."
"Ahem?" Hermione scratched her neck and waited patiently for Ron to put some sugar on his piece of toast and then he handed it to her.
"I thought it would never happen," said Dean as he gazed at the two in awe.
"Ugh, Dean, this won't happen often so take a picture now if you can," Hermione said cooly.
"I've got a camera!" Colin Creevy ran to the area the older students were eating that day and snapped a picture. A flash burned in the student's eyes.
"I think I'm seeing colors," said Neville.
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"I can't believe them, they're never going to end this fight if one of them doesn't snap back to reality!" Harry spoke to himself.
"Is little Potty talking to himself?" Peeves piped up behind Harry.
"I don't want to hear it Peeves!"
"Potty Potty Potty is talking to himself!" Peeves laughed and his crackling laughter made the hair on Harry's back stand.
"Shut up Peeves!"
"Ha ha ha, Potty Potty Potty!"
Harry turned around, "I'll get the Bloody Baron if you don't stop bothering me!"
"Ooh, Potty's in a bad mood," then Peeves left.
Harry back around and kept on walking towards the Owlery. "I think I'm just going to send a letter back to Sirius, yes that's what I'll do. I'll just let out all of my anger."
"Harry," someone called.
"Hermione! I don't want to hear it!" Yelled Harry.
"No, it's not that," the same voice repeated it.
"Stop it, I don't want to listen to your excuses!"
"But it's not Her-," the voice was interrupted by Harry.
"Stop it or I won't talk to you ever again!"
"Ever?" Said the voice sweetly.
((Wait, Hermione's voice isn't that that...)) Harry turned and was surprised not to see Hermione or Ron. It was Cho. "CHO!" She had begun to walk back towards to the Great Hall, she had been following him. He was racing back towards her, "Cho! I thought you were Hermione!"
Cho turned, "you really thought I was Hermoine?" She chuckled.
"Yeah, sorry," inside Harry felt he could melt right on the spot.
"Well I just wanted to say hi," Cho smiled.
"Uh, yeah...," he didn't know what to say, "oh..."
"Yeah," the two just stood there, no one said a thing until Harry broke the silence.
"So, why were you crying the other day?"
"On Friday?"
"Yeah," Harry hoped this would start a long conversation.
"I just wasn't feeling too good," Cho moved her eyes onto the ground.
"Oh, maybe could you tell me why?" Harry slowly smiled.
"My parents were just getting unhappy with me," she paused, "I was just very sad that I couldn't go to Hogsmede next weekend."
"Aw, so you can't go?" Cho nodded. "Well, I'll bring you back something, I'll try to bring back Butterbeer for you!"
Cho laughed, "that would be great Harry, really awesome." She smiled, "well I better get going now, bye Harry!"
"Bye Cho," Harry whispered.
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Again, it's kind of short...but R+R, thanks!
Wow! I didn't imagine I'd get the third chapter up so quickly! I guess it's 'cause I'm bored X_X
Please R+R! Oh yeah, and I've added a bit of Harry/Cho stuffs in.... hehe ^^''
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After the incident at the library, Hermione and Ron were clearly at war. Sunday morning came and brought even more angst between the two.
"Harry? Would you please be a darling and pass me the marmalade?" Asked Hermione, Harry quickly passed the marmalade, for he had caught a glimpse of the owls flying in. Hedwig dropped a letter from Sirius on Harry's lap, turned around and perched on his arm. She let out a sound and then began to peck at Harry's piece of toast which Harry then gave to her.
"Now please go back to the Owlery, thanks for everything Hedwig," he told Hedwig. Usually the three were interested in waht Sirius had to write but not today.
"Harry, would you be kind enough to pass the butter?" Asked Ron, Harry immediately executed the order.
"Harry, may you hand me the sugar?" Demanded Hermione.
"No, wait! Harry! I need another piece of toast, and it's right besides you!"
"Harry! My sugar!"
"Dude, I need toast!"
"Harry---"
"STOP!" Harry was angry and stood up, he towered over the other Gryffindor students and took much pleasure in feeling taller than Ron for once. "I'm going to the Owlery now to be with Hedwig, at least she doesn't fight all of the time!" He glanced at Hermione and then at Ron.
"Harry, it's dirty there! Please stay! You know, Breakfast is the most important meal of the day!" Pleaded Hermione, Ron nodded.
"No," he snapped back. "I'd rather eat Breakfast with Malfoy at the rate you two are going!"
Ron gasped, "that freak!? Over us?!"
"That's right!"
"But who will get my toast then?" Ron looked so dissapointed.
"Or my sugar?"
"Or my syrup?!" Neville popped into the conversation.
"Ron, get Hermione's sugar. Hermione, give Ron some toast. Neville, this is pathetic, the syrup is right in front of you."
"No!" Cried Ron and Hermione unanimously. They looked at each other with disgust.
"Oh thanks 'Arry," Neville grabbed some syrup and saturated the pancakes on his plate with it.
"Yesterday, I told Ron that he was hopeless. Today, Hermione, you're just as bad!" He walked off very frustrated.
"Wow, I haven't seen Harry ever so mad," Ron stood and reached for his toast. "I'll just get it the simple way, I suppose."
"I know!" Ron passed Hermione the sugar.
"Seamus! Dean! Look!" Neville pointed at Ron and Hermione, "they were! They were getting along a minute ago!"
Ron turned his face to see Hermione who was holding the sugar bowl he handed to her, "ew! I didn't want to get your germs on it! I wanted it for my toast."
"Ahem?" Hermione scratched her neck and waited patiently for Ron to put some sugar on his piece of toast and then he handed it to her.
"I thought it would never happen," said Dean as he gazed at the two in awe.
"Ugh, Dean, this won't happen often so take a picture now if you can," Hermione said cooly.
"I've got a camera!" Colin Creevy ran to the area the older students were eating that day and snapped a picture. A flash burned in the student's eyes.
"I think I'm seeing colors," said Neville.
x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x
"I can't believe them, they're never going to end this fight if one of them doesn't snap back to reality!" Harry spoke to himself.
"Is little Potty talking to himself?" Peeves piped up behind Harry.
"I don't want to hear it Peeves!"
"Potty Potty Potty is talking to himself!" Peeves laughed and his crackling laughter made the hair on Harry's back stand.
"Shut up Peeves!"
"Ha ha ha, Potty Potty Potty!"
Harry turned around, "I'll get the Bloody Baron if you don't stop bothering me!"
"Ooh, Potty's in a bad mood," then Peeves left.
Harry back around and kept on walking towards the Owlery. "I think I'm just going to send a letter back to Sirius, yes that's what I'll do. I'll just let out all of my anger."
"Harry," someone called.
"Hermione! I don't want to hear it!" Yelled Harry.
"No, it's not that," the same voice repeated it.
"Stop it, I don't want to listen to your excuses!"
"But it's not Her-," the voice was interrupted by Harry.
"Stop it or I won't talk to you ever again!"
"Ever?" Said the voice sweetly.
((Wait, Hermione's voice isn't that that...)) Harry turned and was surprised not to see Hermione or Ron. It was Cho. "CHO!" She had begun to walk back towards to the Great Hall, she had been following him. He was racing back towards her, "Cho! I thought you were Hermione!"
Cho turned, "you really thought I was Hermoine?" She chuckled.
"Yeah, sorry," inside Harry felt he could melt right on the spot.
"Well I just wanted to say hi," Cho smiled.
"Uh, yeah...," he didn't know what to say, "oh..."
"Yeah," the two just stood there, no one said a thing until Harry broke the silence.
"So, why were you crying the other day?"
"On Friday?"
"Yeah," Harry hoped this would start a long conversation.
"I just wasn't feeling too good," Cho moved her eyes onto the ground.
"Oh, maybe could you tell me why?" Harry slowly smiled.
"My parents were just getting unhappy with me," she paused, "I was just very sad that I couldn't go to Hogsmede next weekend."
"Aw, so you can't go?" Cho nodded. "Well, I'll bring you back something, I'll try to bring back Butterbeer for you!"
Cho laughed, "that would be great Harry, really awesome." She smiled, "well I better get going now, bye Harry!"
"Bye Cho," Harry whispered.
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Again, it's kind of short...but R+R, thanks!
