Chapter 7
Harry and Hermione walked around Hogsmade, looking at all the marvelous shops. They stopped in almost all of them, buying things left and right, enjoying the day as it slowly passed.
As the pair was looking in a wizard's jewelry store, where rings could possess the power to sing love songs or even give the bearer the ability to fly or turn invisible, Draco and his two goons were in the Zonko's across the street. While Gyole was screaming from the hole a sucker had just put in his tongue with Crabbe snickering behind him, Draco was staring at the lovesick couple. He winced when the two kissed gingerly and walked away, hand-in-hand. Draco wasn't worried, though. We knew by the end of the day, he would have her.
Hermione was walking with Harry, seriously believing that she was the happiest girl in the world. He was handsome, nice, smart, and, best of all, hers. She looked at him, and the world seemed to pause right there. He was smiling, the breeze rustling his hair, the sun reflecting off his beautiful green eyes, and his wide grin spreading warmth to everyone who saw it. She squeezed his hand tighter and the pair walked on.
They got to the 'haunted' Shrieking Shack. Now that the two knew the real ghosts didn't exist, they took the trail up into the house, something that Sirius had shown them during his last visit. They crawled into the dusty place, coughing and sputtering, but smiling. Taking each other's hand, they led one another to the up stairs bedroom. When they got there, a rush of memories came pouring into them. There was blood stains on the floor where Ron had been laying that night. There was a dent made in the side wall, where the trio, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, had blown Professor Snape back. The bed's sheets were in shreds, but comfortable enough to lie on.
Hermione went over to the bed and smoothed out what was left of the sheets. She looked over at Harry and motioned him to come to the bed, smiling. Harry, knowing what to expect, walked over to Hermione. She began to slide his coat over his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She grabbed his collar and slowly pulled him down, kissing him with all she was worth. This went on for a while, but they didn't get as far as the shirts.
The two jumped apart when the door to the bedroom was forced open. In stepped Crabbe and Goyle with You-Know-Who right behind them, Malfoy. Malfoy smirked when he saw the two reaching for their clothes and pulling them back on. "What the hell are you doing here???" Harry hollered. Malfoy answered.
Harry and Hermione walked around Hogsmade, looking at all the marvelous shops. They stopped in almost all of them, buying things left and right, enjoying the day as it slowly passed.
As the pair was looking in a wizard's jewelry store, where rings could possess the power to sing love songs or even give the bearer the ability to fly or turn invisible, Draco and his two goons were in the Zonko's across the street. While Gyole was screaming from the hole a sucker had just put in his tongue with Crabbe snickering behind him, Draco was staring at the lovesick couple. He winced when the two kissed gingerly and walked away, hand-in-hand. Draco wasn't worried, though. We knew by the end of the day, he would have her.
Hermione was walking with Harry, seriously believing that she was the happiest girl in the world. He was handsome, nice, smart, and, best of all, hers. She looked at him, and the world seemed to pause right there. He was smiling, the breeze rustling his hair, the sun reflecting off his beautiful green eyes, and his wide grin spreading warmth to everyone who saw it. She squeezed his hand tighter and the pair walked on.
They got to the 'haunted' Shrieking Shack. Now that the two knew the real ghosts didn't exist, they took the trail up into the house, something that Sirius had shown them during his last visit. They crawled into the dusty place, coughing and sputtering, but smiling. Taking each other's hand, they led one another to the up stairs bedroom. When they got there, a rush of memories came pouring into them. There was blood stains on the floor where Ron had been laying that night. There was a dent made in the side wall, where the trio, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, had blown Professor Snape back. The bed's sheets were in shreds, but comfortable enough to lie on.
Hermione went over to the bed and smoothed out what was left of the sheets. She looked over at Harry and motioned him to come to the bed, smiling. Harry, knowing what to expect, walked over to Hermione. She began to slide his coat over his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She grabbed his collar and slowly pulled him down, kissing him with all she was worth. This went on for a while, but they didn't get as far as the shirts.
The two jumped apart when the door to the bedroom was forced open. In stepped Crabbe and Goyle with You-Know-Who right behind them, Malfoy. Malfoy smirked when he saw the two reaching for their clothes and pulling them back on. "What the hell are you doing here???" Harry hollered. Malfoy answered.
