CHAPTER TWO - Don't Tell Harry
**Disclaimer - No, I do not own anything J.K. Rowling has created, and all I wish to do is share my reoccurring dreams with all the other Harry Potter fans out there**
Shivvyshiv435= Yeah, I love making description. I don't like to risk the thought of people not being able to understand where stories are taking place. There will be more dialogue later on, but most of the story is description, because there is more action and stuff. Brill is dialect, yeah. My cousin says it a lot, and he's from Britain, so it seemed to fit.
Hermandron4eva=Thanks for reading! I'm working on getting it up as soon as possible.
Larz = My engish teacher told me the term would be a Scene In Scene in a book. But yes, this is from Prisoner of Azkaban
Ruperts-Rons Flower = I'm writing as fast as possible. School is slowing me down though.
Ron and Hermione quickly made their way into the Three Broomsticks, a sharp cold wind chasing the two in and sending a shiver to everyone who was sitting near the door. The Three Broomsticks was packed. It seemed that every table was filled with students from Hogwarts, along with locals. As luck would have it though, there was a round booth in the very back corner, far from the cold draft coming from the door. Hermione quickly made her way to claim the small booth while Ron headed to get drinks for the two.
Ron soon returned with two large mugs containing butterbeer and placed them down onto the table, and slid into the booth seat, sitting about a foot away from Hermione. "There we go, two hot butterbeers, one of the best ways to warm up on a cold day!" He took one of the mugs and quickly took a large gulp of the warm liquid inside, a satisfied smile crawling upon his face.
"Thank you Ron." Hermione said politely, as she took the other mug and had a smaller sip. She put the mug down and began to loot through one of the pockets on her jacket till she found what she was looking for: three Knuts. "Here, for the drink." She said, offering the money to Ron.
Ron shook his head at the money. "Don't worry about it." Putting down his own drink, Ron took Hermione's hand and closed it back up, into a fist, and held it like that for a moment. Hermione's serious look went quickly to slight shock, but then a small smile grew upon her face. Unfortunately, Ron looked up to see the shocked face, and Ron looked down quickly, missing the smile. He let go of Hermione's hands abruptly, his face going slightly pink. The smile on Hermione's face shrank, and both turned their attention to the butterbeers in front of them.
"Weird not having Harry with us." Ron finally said, breaking the awkward silence between the two of them. He quickly occupied his hands by taking another gulp of his butterbeer.
"Yeah." Hermione answered quickly. "I wonder how he's doing on his history?" she then asked aloud, making a sad attempt to keep their conversation going.
Ron gave a small chuckle. "There is no way Harry is doing his work right now. He's probably out trying to get some Quidditch practice, or looking around the school." Taking another sip of his drink, he added, "Chances are, he's found some sort of 7 legged snake or something for us to be worried about, along with Black, and the Dem."
Ron was cut off mid-sentence however, as the door to the three broomsticks suddenly burst open, and a mind-numbing cold wind swept through the room. Hermione slightly recoiled at the cold, and both turned their attention to the figures in the doorway. Three tall, black-cloaked creatures stood in the doorway. The entire pub fell silent as the three Dementors slowly glided into the Three Broomsticks. The only sound to be heard next was a slowly inhaled breath, sucking every molecule of warmth in the room. Both Hermione and Ron shut their eyes tight, and turned away from the Dementors.
Everything seemed to be a blur of sounds for the next few moments. The sound of a chair scraping and a man exclaiming, "You're not suppose to be in." His own whimpering suddenly cut himself off, and the soft thud indicated him sitting down once again. Soft cries from a couple young children that were near the fireplace could be heard, not knowing what was going on. There was silence for a few eternal seconds, and soon the sound of the door closing indicated the Dementors leaving. However it took a few moments for everyone to return to normal.
Ron and Hermione seemed to be the last of the people in the pub to finally recover from the Dementors. Perhaps it was because of their distance from the fireplace, so they were the last to warm up. However, it was not the warmth that snapped the two back into reality.
"Oi, Fred, come here, have a look at this!" a familiar voice seemed to call across the entire pub.
"Aw, look, ickle wickle Ronnikins has himself a little girlfriend!" a voice almost identical replied. This remark snapped both Ron and Hermione back into reality.
Hermione's eyes quickly fluttered open, and she gave a gasp when she realized that she some how had turned and hidden her face against Ron's shoulder. Ron also gave a gasp when he felt his left arm held protectively around the back of Hermione's shoulders, and the feeling of hair softly brushing his cheek. They both pulled themselves away from the other quickly, trying to regain their composure.
"I do not have a girlfriend!" Ron exclaimed, looking angrily at his twin brothers Fred and George, who were standing before them.
"That's right, we are defiantly not going out." Hermione added in, in a know-it-all tone.
"Right, and that is why both of your faces are as red as Ron's hair?" Fred asked, giving the two of them a coy smile. Looking to his twin brother, both Fred and George began to laugh, but then stopped suddenly, their faces showing their suppressed laughter.
"Here, me and Fred'll leave, give you two lovebirds some privacy, alright?" George said with a bright grin. "Don't do nothing I wouldn't do, okay? Don't think mom would like to send another howler to you this year." The twins erupted with laughter as they headed to a table on the other side of the room.
Ron was a red as a over-ripe tomato, and he went to stand up to 'talk' to his brothers when he felt a hand clamp over his shoulder. He looked down to see Hermione looking up at him. "Don't make it bigger than it really is. We know, and they know as well, that we aren't going out. Chances are, we just ended up like that because of the Dementors. You know how they made us all act on the train."
Ron, giving up, sat back down. He took a large gulp of his butterbeer, finishing off the mug. He sat back and remained silent for a moment. "Your hair's really soft, ya know?" Ron said with a soft tone and smile, finally breaking his silence.
Hermione, who had finally lost her red face about half a minute ago, violently blushed once again. "Thanks." She mumbled, taking another sip from her butterbeer so that Ron may not see her red face. That was impossible however, and Ron gave a small chuckle. As Hermione put down her drink, Ron noticed the other mug was empty as well.
"Want to get another butterbeer before leaving?" Ron asked, going to grab the two mugs. Hermione quickly grabbed the two mugs before Ron could.
"Sure." Hermione answered, "but this time, my treat." Standing up with the two mugs, she gave Ron a bright grin and walked off and got the drinks before Ron could answer. Placing the refilled drinks back on the table, Hermione sat back down. As she sat down, her foot brushed up against Ron's. "Oops, sorry about that." She said quickly. Ron looked down at his feet to see that he was only a few inches away from Hermione now, and neither was making any effort to pull away. Deciding not to bring attention to the seating, Ron just smiled and the two began to talk about everything and nothing at Hogwarts.
**Disclaimer - No, I do not own anything J.K. Rowling has created, and all I wish to do is share my reoccurring dreams with all the other Harry Potter fans out there**
Shivvyshiv435= Yeah, I love making description. I don't like to risk the thought of people not being able to understand where stories are taking place. There will be more dialogue later on, but most of the story is description, because there is more action and stuff. Brill is dialect, yeah. My cousin says it a lot, and he's from Britain, so it seemed to fit.
Hermandron4eva=Thanks for reading! I'm working on getting it up as soon as possible.
Larz = My engish teacher told me the term would be a Scene In Scene in a book. But yes, this is from Prisoner of Azkaban
Ruperts-Rons Flower = I'm writing as fast as possible. School is slowing me down though.
Ron and Hermione quickly made their way into the Three Broomsticks, a sharp cold wind chasing the two in and sending a shiver to everyone who was sitting near the door. The Three Broomsticks was packed. It seemed that every table was filled with students from Hogwarts, along with locals. As luck would have it though, there was a round booth in the very back corner, far from the cold draft coming from the door. Hermione quickly made her way to claim the small booth while Ron headed to get drinks for the two.
Ron soon returned with two large mugs containing butterbeer and placed them down onto the table, and slid into the booth seat, sitting about a foot away from Hermione. "There we go, two hot butterbeers, one of the best ways to warm up on a cold day!" He took one of the mugs and quickly took a large gulp of the warm liquid inside, a satisfied smile crawling upon his face.
"Thank you Ron." Hermione said politely, as she took the other mug and had a smaller sip. She put the mug down and began to loot through one of the pockets on her jacket till she found what she was looking for: three Knuts. "Here, for the drink." She said, offering the money to Ron.
Ron shook his head at the money. "Don't worry about it." Putting down his own drink, Ron took Hermione's hand and closed it back up, into a fist, and held it like that for a moment. Hermione's serious look went quickly to slight shock, but then a small smile grew upon her face. Unfortunately, Ron looked up to see the shocked face, and Ron looked down quickly, missing the smile. He let go of Hermione's hands abruptly, his face going slightly pink. The smile on Hermione's face shrank, and both turned their attention to the butterbeers in front of them.
"Weird not having Harry with us." Ron finally said, breaking the awkward silence between the two of them. He quickly occupied his hands by taking another gulp of his butterbeer.
"Yeah." Hermione answered quickly. "I wonder how he's doing on his history?" she then asked aloud, making a sad attempt to keep their conversation going.
Ron gave a small chuckle. "There is no way Harry is doing his work right now. He's probably out trying to get some Quidditch practice, or looking around the school." Taking another sip of his drink, he added, "Chances are, he's found some sort of 7 legged snake or something for us to be worried about, along with Black, and the Dem."
Ron was cut off mid-sentence however, as the door to the three broomsticks suddenly burst open, and a mind-numbing cold wind swept through the room. Hermione slightly recoiled at the cold, and both turned their attention to the figures in the doorway. Three tall, black-cloaked creatures stood in the doorway. The entire pub fell silent as the three Dementors slowly glided into the Three Broomsticks. The only sound to be heard next was a slowly inhaled breath, sucking every molecule of warmth in the room. Both Hermione and Ron shut their eyes tight, and turned away from the Dementors.
Everything seemed to be a blur of sounds for the next few moments. The sound of a chair scraping and a man exclaiming, "You're not suppose to be in." His own whimpering suddenly cut himself off, and the soft thud indicated him sitting down once again. Soft cries from a couple young children that were near the fireplace could be heard, not knowing what was going on. There was silence for a few eternal seconds, and soon the sound of the door closing indicated the Dementors leaving. However it took a few moments for everyone to return to normal.
Ron and Hermione seemed to be the last of the people in the pub to finally recover from the Dementors. Perhaps it was because of their distance from the fireplace, so they were the last to warm up. However, it was not the warmth that snapped the two back into reality.
"Oi, Fred, come here, have a look at this!" a familiar voice seemed to call across the entire pub.
"Aw, look, ickle wickle Ronnikins has himself a little girlfriend!" a voice almost identical replied. This remark snapped both Ron and Hermione back into reality.
Hermione's eyes quickly fluttered open, and she gave a gasp when she realized that she some how had turned and hidden her face against Ron's shoulder. Ron also gave a gasp when he felt his left arm held protectively around the back of Hermione's shoulders, and the feeling of hair softly brushing his cheek. They both pulled themselves away from the other quickly, trying to regain their composure.
"I do not have a girlfriend!" Ron exclaimed, looking angrily at his twin brothers Fred and George, who were standing before them.
"That's right, we are defiantly not going out." Hermione added in, in a know-it-all tone.
"Right, and that is why both of your faces are as red as Ron's hair?" Fred asked, giving the two of them a coy smile. Looking to his twin brother, both Fred and George began to laugh, but then stopped suddenly, their faces showing their suppressed laughter.
"Here, me and Fred'll leave, give you two lovebirds some privacy, alright?" George said with a bright grin. "Don't do nothing I wouldn't do, okay? Don't think mom would like to send another howler to you this year." The twins erupted with laughter as they headed to a table on the other side of the room.
Ron was a red as a over-ripe tomato, and he went to stand up to 'talk' to his brothers when he felt a hand clamp over his shoulder. He looked down to see Hermione looking up at him. "Don't make it bigger than it really is. We know, and they know as well, that we aren't going out. Chances are, we just ended up like that because of the Dementors. You know how they made us all act on the train."
Ron, giving up, sat back down. He took a large gulp of his butterbeer, finishing off the mug. He sat back and remained silent for a moment. "Your hair's really soft, ya know?" Ron said with a soft tone and smile, finally breaking his silence.
Hermione, who had finally lost her red face about half a minute ago, violently blushed once again. "Thanks." She mumbled, taking another sip from her butterbeer so that Ron may not see her red face. That was impossible however, and Ron gave a small chuckle. As Hermione put down her drink, Ron noticed the other mug was empty as well.
"Want to get another butterbeer before leaving?" Ron asked, going to grab the two mugs. Hermione quickly grabbed the two mugs before Ron could.
"Sure." Hermione answered, "but this time, my treat." Standing up with the two mugs, she gave Ron a bright grin and walked off and got the drinks before Ron could answer. Placing the refilled drinks back on the table, Hermione sat back down. As she sat down, her foot brushed up against Ron's. "Oops, sorry about that." She said quickly. Ron looked down at his feet to see that he was only a few inches away from Hermione now, and neither was making any effort to pull away. Deciding not to bring attention to the seating, Ron just smiled and the two began to talk about everything and nothing at Hogwarts.
