Scared Of Loving You
Part 2 - The Prank
"All of them!?" Harry exclaimed loudly. "But.. But it's nearly midnight!"
Hermione put her foot down for the second time that night.
"Yes! All of them!"
Ron and Harry stared at their friend. They had never seen her in this state before. Her slightly tousled brown hair shone in the light and her eyes glittered dangerously. Her gaze turned to Harry, but it quickly switched to the fallen table in front of her. As she bent to pick the table up, her fingers grazed Harry's as he reached to help. Blushing, her hands became clammy and clumsily dropped the table edge she had been holding. It only took a few seconds for Ron to realise a table had fallen on his foot.
"OWW!!" he screamed loudly whilst hopping madly around the room.
Harry and Hermione burst out laughing when they saw their friend jumping around the room like a possessed rabbit. They laughed even harder, to Ron's dismay, when he began to bump into furniture. Ron eventually collapsed onto the sofa, convinced that he had broken every bone in his body.
"That's nonsense, Ron!" said Hermione, "The most you'll get from that is a bruise! Now get up and prepare for tonight's adventure!"
"As you wish, Your Highness." muttered Ron as he limped dramatically out of the room.
Harry rolled his eyes and followed Ron to the boys dormitory. Hermione's eyes followed Harry's figure as he climbed the stairs which caused her to mentally slap herself and concentrate on what she was doing. She ascended the stairs to the girls dormitory quickly, wondering what on earth was she doing and why she couldn't help looking at a certain black-haired, green-eyed person. Just thinking about about it made her nervous and sweaty! She closed the door behind her and was ready to begin.
***
A loud creak echoed in the hallway as the entrance to the Gryffindor common room opened on its rusty hinges. A passerby would have seen nothing at all in that hallway, but might have heard a scuffle of feet in the silence. Though, it was past midnight so no one was around. No one except three adventurous friends ready to do what no Hogwarts students had done before. (Excluding Fred and George Weasley.)
"I'm hot."
"Stop whinging!"
"Oww! You stepped on me!"
"No I didn't! It was Ron!"
"Oh, shut up both of you!"
As the friends shifted beneath the Invisibility Cloak, Hermione could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks when her arm brushed Harry's. Harry's outburst caused their whispers to quieten down and eventually stop. They turned another corner, hopped down a flight of stairs and stared up at the Slytherin common room entrance. The portrait of disdainful aristocrat stared down her nose at them. Hermione shivered despite the heat and without knowing, moved closer to Harry's side.
"It's okay Hermione," Harry assured her, "The marker is in my pocket."
Hermione jumped. She hadn't realised how close she was to him and her hands became clammier than usual. She nervously tucked her hair behind her ears and squeezed the arm which had pressed against Harry's. Somehow, being next to Harry was scarier than facing You-Know-Who and she began to feel terribly scared and confused about that thought.
"Password?"
The haughty voice of the portrait spoke sharply in the silence, interrupting Hermione's thoughts.
"Password!?" Ron exclaimed, "What's the password? How will we do anything to Malfoy if we don't even know the password!"
"Ron, be quiet for a minute." Harry replied calmly.
He then held up the lantern to the portrait and said a little louder, "Purebloods only."
The portrait swung open and as the three friends stepped inside, Hermione couldn't help shivering once more, but this was because the expression she had seen on Harry's face. A proud, determined face that showed his certainty. At that moment, Harry turned around and grinned wickedly at her. Caught off guard, she blushed and turned her head.
"What are you doing Hermione!?" her inner voice asked in a harsh tone.
Biting her lip, she realised what she was doing there and a smile spread across her now daring face. She was ready to face anything. As they climbed the stairs to the boys dormitory and slowly opened Malfoy's door, the three friends' indentical evil grins shone in the glow of the lantern.
***
Hours later and a few minutes before sunshine, a certain trio entered the Gryffindor common room defiantly with mud on their cheeks and clothes and happy grins plastered on their dirty faces. They stared at each other and Ron sighed in contentment.
"Can't wait till Malfoy wakes up.."
"... Mrs Norris yowl nearly woke the whole school!"
"The Forbidden Forest was so quiet..."
They all began gabbering excitedly at once, but they soon realised they needed sleep. Their adventure had been risky but worthwhile. Filch nearly caught them twice and Ron had been sure that he glimpsed a werewolf in the forest, but the thrill of it all made it even more exciting. With all the excitement they had been through, their energy had now been zapped from their bodies. Ron was the first to go, mumbling something incoherent before trudging slowly to his room, knocking into furniture along the way. Hermione giggled and faced Harry, suddenly realising they were alone. Her heart began to race and she found that she couldn't look directly at him. She wiped her forehead and stood up, forcing herself to look at him with a nonchalant expression.
"Well, good night then," she said, "See you in the morning."
"Night Hermione."
Harry stood and faced her. His eyes looked tired, but they smiled at her as Harry grinned. Hermione forced herself to smile back at him. She could feel her heart beating faster and her cheeks begin to blush. As much as she hated to admit it, she was beginning to think that she liked one of her best friends. Looking away in sadness, she knew she didn't stand a chance, especially since Harry liked Cho. She knew that she couldn't like him. It was impossible.
"Night!" she squeaked before dashing up to her room.
Hermione peered out of her doorway and watched as Harry sat silently on a sofa, deep in thought, before smoothly striding to his dormitory. She closed the door behind her and lay in bed. The window beside her bed was open, letting the cool air flow into the room. Slowly, her eyelids began to droop and soon she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. But not before a picture of a messy black-haired, green-eyed individual flashed in her mind.
"Don't be an idiot, Hermione," she thought sleepily before dozing off.
End Of Part 2 - The Prank
A/N: Hey again! Thanks to my reviewers..! :) i didn't think i'd get ONE... -.-" but thank you for your comments..! i'll try to write more often, but i've been kinda busy. sorry bout that... ^.^' Thanks!
