A/n: alrite. I kno I haven't updated in a loooooooong time, but with my
teachers and the amount of hwk, itz next 2 impossible! Newaiz, on wit this
chpt!
Chapter 9
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Ron was sitting on his bed thinking of another strategy of how to break up Harry and Hermione. "This is far more laborious than I thought it would be!" he grumbled to himself. He had been pacing back and forth for the last half and hour and was about to wear a hole in the floor! He abruptly stopped. He could feel the hair on the back of his neck prickling, usually meaning that someone other than himself ofcourse was present.
He turned around and found Harry standing at the entrance looking extremely incensed. He had narrowed his eyes so they were tiny slits watching his every movement. (no I didn't intend to describe voldemort in here..This is no clue to anything!) His face was bereft of its usual illumination and confidence. Instead his expression resembled that of Snape's when Neville had managed to obfuscate the Guilt Potion to form a crude type of Enlarging Potion, which had unavoidably spilt on poor stuttering Neville. Ron shook his head and attempted to focus on the current situation. Judging from the look on his "friend's" face, he could determine that Harry had heard his last comment, "But still, I can't be sure yet!" he thought to himself.
He sauntered over to Harry and nonchalantly inquired, "What's the matter mate? You look like you're about to beat the hell out of somebody!" He weakly chuckled at his own comment, praying dearly to God that it wasn't going to be him!
Harry returned his sardonic smile "No..not yet, but soon someone will die!" he said advancing onto him.
Ron backed into the corner making a mental will and wishing he'd done it sooner! "What..what? I don't understand" He unsuccessfully tried to procrastinate his doomed fate! He knew that once Harry set his mind on something, changing it was just as possible as having Hermione fail a test!
"Oh..so now you claim that you don't know what I'm talking about! SO what I just heard about your plots to disintegrate Hermione's and my relationship was all part of a hoax was it?" Harry snarled threateningly.
Ron was drenched in sweat now, cowering in front of Harry's wrath. Harry raised his fist, and Ron crouched down to evade the blows. "This is it..I'm through! Am I in the hospital wing yet? Wait.I don't feel anything! GOOD GOD, I'VE DIED!!!!!!!!" He hollered the last sentence and then warily opened his eyes What he saw shocked him.
It was Harry, laughing uncontrollably on the floor with tears streaming down his face. "You should've seen the look on your face!" he croaked in between gasps for breath. "Did you really think I'd kill you?" he chortled.
Ron's heart was pounding. "It was a all a joke, calm down! He doesn't know." he tried to soothe himself. He took a deep breath and roared to Harry, "What the hell were you trying to do? Scare me to death or something?!?!?!?! Honestly, what kind of joke was that?"
Harry smiled and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Sorry, but I was only practicing. You know what they say, practice makes perfect! But, I do believe that someone is trying to break up Hermione and me. I suspect Malfoy, but I don't any evidence against him yet other than..oh never mind!"
Ron gave him a cryptic look. "Practicing for what? The scare your friend's life off contest! And why does your last statement remind me of Hermione? I mean I know you're dating her and all, but does she have to rub off to? I mean its bad enough that I have to listen to her ramble on all day about proper behavior, but you too?" He chose to ignore the last comment and nonchalantly change the subject.
"Relax Ron! I was training for the upcoming play that's going to be presented around Halloween. Hermione and me are the stars. Isn't that wonderful?" cried Harry.
".." blank stare. "Harry, buddy, do you terribly mind explaining to me what's a play?" Ron asked queasily. Whatever this "play" was, he certainly didn't have an euphoric feeling about it.
-_-; "Oh, don't bother you'll know soon enough anyway!" With that Harry strolled out of the dormitory leaving a very perplexed Ron behind.
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Ron staggered down the stairs towards the Great Hall. He had fell asleep after hearing Harry's "so called good news." He had completely forgotten about lunch and visiting Hagrid. He found out that Hermione had sent him an owl informing them of their urgent meeting. The poor owl had been tapping at the window relentlessly while Ron was snoring his head off. When he woke up, he cursorily opened the window and the owl zoomed in and started attacking Ron viciously. Then it relieved itself on Ron's Potions homework. It finally gave one last screech and flew off. "Damn owl!" Ron muttered under his breath. He had managed to clean himself up in a manner of speaking.
When he reached there, he discovered it was almost time for dessert. He hastily grabbed a seat at the Gryffindor table next to Harry. He momentarily glanced at Hermione who was a bit preoccupied smiling and giggling at what Harry was saying. He glared at them and cursed under his breath at the nerve of Harry. He put aside his animosity and purposely yelled to the whole table, "Hey guys, did you know that they rent out rooms at the Leaky Cauldron. Now, who's at this table that's in dire need of one!" Everyone snickered and looked at Harry and Hermione who were dangerously close to each other.
Hermione was dreamily engaged in Harry's eyes and just in between the middle of their kiss, she whispered to him, "Harry?"
"Mmmph? Yes, sweetheart?" Harry replied in a hoarse voice.
"Don't you think it's a bit too tranquil in here." She questioned
"Of course not dear! In our land, everything is wild, including us! Now where were we?" Harry said inching closer to her.
"No! I meant in the Great Hall!" she cried forcefully.
Harry's eyes popped open and he watched aghast as the entire Gryffindor table surveyed them with knowing looks and gleaming faces. Both of them were turning beet red and looking mortified that their private conversation now included ΒΌ of the students at Hogwarts!
Ron looked quite smug at his success and continued to further add to their embarrassment. "Oh no! Continue, what happens next?"
"RONALD WEASLEY! EXCUSE YOURSELF!" Hermione raved.
He graciously bowed and said, "Madame, you are courteously excused!" he said complacently.
She put her hands on her hips and was about to go on with another of her lectures, when Harry suddenly remembered how tedious and attenuated Hermione's lectures were. "Hermione dear, maybe some other time. Oh look cake and Treacle Tarts, you're favorite!" he said hopefully with false enthusiasm.
She inspected the delicious pastries and exasperatedly plopped down saying something about "people minding their own damn business!"
Ron sighed gratefully. "Thanks mate! You're a lifesaver!"
"Don't rush into saying that! Hermione gave me some pointers on giving lectures! See you in the dormitory tonight!" Harry replied with a mischievous grin.
Ron groaned, "just when I thought I was rescued! Oh and remind me to give Dobby several pairs of socks for the holidays! If it wasn't for those delectable treats, it would be like Professor Binns class again, with Hermione droning on and on and on forever more!!!"
"Oh, I'm not that horrble..YET! And now, if you don't mind, Hermione and I shall retire to a more private place where people such yourself can't possibly bother us!" Harry said in a rather snobby voice.
"I take it that you're practicing for this plate thing you're doing!" Ron said unsure.
"No really Ron! I got bored so I went to Malfoy Manor and picked up an autographed copy of 101 Ways to be a Snob!!! Honestly! Ofcourse I'm practicing for the play!" Harry said exasperatedly.
"Hey you never know! If you can become Hermione overnight, then becoming Dr r-a...I mean becoming Malfoy overnight shouldn't prove to be much of a challenge!" Ron said matter-o-factly. (A/n: how do u say dat?!?!?)
Harry rolled his eyes and went of in search of Hermione. Ron gobbled down some more pastries and wandered off in search of Draco to make other arrangements.
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During dinnertime, Fred and George were looking particularly cheerful. Harry was bit afraid to touch his food, if Fred and George had tampered with it. He curiously asked, "Fred, George, you haven't done anything to the food have you? I don't fancy having turn into a bat right now!"
"Aww...don't worry Harry! Nothing bad will happen to you atleast!" they replied mysteriously.
Harry sighed and apprehensively took his first bite! Since he didn't feel any strange sensations, he proceeded quietly as the others. Unfortunately, the Slytherins weren't that lucky!
All of the sudden, Draco Malfoy stood up and commanded everyone's attention. "I have an announcement I'd like to make!"
"What now? Did his father send him another billion Galleons?" Ron said sourly.
Draco continued, "I would just like to say that (hiccup) I believe (hiccup) that GRFFINDOR IS THE BEST AMONGST ALL FOUR HOUSES (hiccup) and I would like everyone to duly note my respect for everyone in that house (hiccup) especially, Harry Potter.
Everyone in the Great Hall look panic-stricken! Was this the Draco Malfoy who always sought the worst in others? Harry didn't know what to say. He was about to say something, when Fred and George's words suddenly zoomed into his head. "Nothing bad will happen to you atleast!" he recalled. He tried to suppress his laughter, but it was becoming difficult by the second. Realization suddenly dawned on the Gryffindor table and everyone was secretly congratulating the Weasley twins on a job well done!
Draco Malfoy was very confused. Did I just say that? Blech! I need to rinse out my mouth! "What I meant to say was that (hiccup) I'm an official member of the Harry Potter fanclub! (a/n: I am! *grins proudly!) What?!?!? Wait, no! I mean (hiccup) I worship Harry Potter." He kept rambling on an on and extolling Harry's achievements, which is a long list indeed. The Slytherins were extremely puzzled, until they too were forced to join in! Soon, all of the Slytherins were fulfilling all of the Gryffindors' desires. They brought them their homework, they fed them, and they cleaned their robes, et.c. And so, for that whole night the Gryffindor table leisurely enjoyed the services of the Slytherins. Hermione even approved because the Slytherins were taking over the duties of the House elves! What a pleasant night it was!
A/n: well???? Good/bad/freaky/humorous/strange/retarded..comments people?
Chapter 9
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Ron was sitting on his bed thinking of another strategy of how to break up Harry and Hermione. "This is far more laborious than I thought it would be!" he grumbled to himself. He had been pacing back and forth for the last half and hour and was about to wear a hole in the floor! He abruptly stopped. He could feel the hair on the back of his neck prickling, usually meaning that someone other than himself ofcourse was present.
He turned around and found Harry standing at the entrance looking extremely incensed. He had narrowed his eyes so they were tiny slits watching his every movement. (no I didn't intend to describe voldemort in here..This is no clue to anything!) His face was bereft of its usual illumination and confidence. Instead his expression resembled that of Snape's when Neville had managed to obfuscate the Guilt Potion to form a crude type of Enlarging Potion, which had unavoidably spilt on poor stuttering Neville. Ron shook his head and attempted to focus on the current situation. Judging from the look on his "friend's" face, he could determine that Harry had heard his last comment, "But still, I can't be sure yet!" he thought to himself.
He sauntered over to Harry and nonchalantly inquired, "What's the matter mate? You look like you're about to beat the hell out of somebody!" He weakly chuckled at his own comment, praying dearly to God that it wasn't going to be him!
Harry returned his sardonic smile "No..not yet, but soon someone will die!" he said advancing onto him.
Ron backed into the corner making a mental will and wishing he'd done it sooner! "What..what? I don't understand" He unsuccessfully tried to procrastinate his doomed fate! He knew that once Harry set his mind on something, changing it was just as possible as having Hermione fail a test!
"Oh..so now you claim that you don't know what I'm talking about! SO what I just heard about your plots to disintegrate Hermione's and my relationship was all part of a hoax was it?" Harry snarled threateningly.
Ron was drenched in sweat now, cowering in front of Harry's wrath. Harry raised his fist, and Ron crouched down to evade the blows. "This is it..I'm through! Am I in the hospital wing yet? Wait.I don't feel anything! GOOD GOD, I'VE DIED!!!!!!!!" He hollered the last sentence and then warily opened his eyes What he saw shocked him.
It was Harry, laughing uncontrollably on the floor with tears streaming down his face. "You should've seen the look on your face!" he croaked in between gasps for breath. "Did you really think I'd kill you?" he chortled.
Ron's heart was pounding. "It was a all a joke, calm down! He doesn't know." he tried to soothe himself. He took a deep breath and roared to Harry, "What the hell were you trying to do? Scare me to death or something?!?!?!?! Honestly, what kind of joke was that?"
Harry smiled and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Sorry, but I was only practicing. You know what they say, practice makes perfect! But, I do believe that someone is trying to break up Hermione and me. I suspect Malfoy, but I don't any evidence against him yet other than..oh never mind!"
Ron gave him a cryptic look. "Practicing for what? The scare your friend's life off contest! And why does your last statement remind me of Hermione? I mean I know you're dating her and all, but does she have to rub off to? I mean its bad enough that I have to listen to her ramble on all day about proper behavior, but you too?" He chose to ignore the last comment and nonchalantly change the subject.
"Relax Ron! I was training for the upcoming play that's going to be presented around Halloween. Hermione and me are the stars. Isn't that wonderful?" cried Harry.
".." blank stare. "Harry, buddy, do you terribly mind explaining to me what's a play?" Ron asked queasily. Whatever this "play" was, he certainly didn't have an euphoric feeling about it.
-_-; "Oh, don't bother you'll know soon enough anyway!" With that Harry strolled out of the dormitory leaving a very perplexed Ron behind.
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Ron staggered down the stairs towards the Great Hall. He had fell asleep after hearing Harry's "so called good news." He had completely forgotten about lunch and visiting Hagrid. He found out that Hermione had sent him an owl informing them of their urgent meeting. The poor owl had been tapping at the window relentlessly while Ron was snoring his head off. When he woke up, he cursorily opened the window and the owl zoomed in and started attacking Ron viciously. Then it relieved itself on Ron's Potions homework. It finally gave one last screech and flew off. "Damn owl!" Ron muttered under his breath. He had managed to clean himself up in a manner of speaking.
When he reached there, he discovered it was almost time for dessert. He hastily grabbed a seat at the Gryffindor table next to Harry. He momentarily glanced at Hermione who was a bit preoccupied smiling and giggling at what Harry was saying. He glared at them and cursed under his breath at the nerve of Harry. He put aside his animosity and purposely yelled to the whole table, "Hey guys, did you know that they rent out rooms at the Leaky Cauldron. Now, who's at this table that's in dire need of one!" Everyone snickered and looked at Harry and Hermione who were dangerously close to each other.
Hermione was dreamily engaged in Harry's eyes and just in between the middle of their kiss, she whispered to him, "Harry?"
"Mmmph? Yes, sweetheart?" Harry replied in a hoarse voice.
"Don't you think it's a bit too tranquil in here." She questioned
"Of course not dear! In our land, everything is wild, including us! Now where were we?" Harry said inching closer to her.
"No! I meant in the Great Hall!" she cried forcefully.
Harry's eyes popped open and he watched aghast as the entire Gryffindor table surveyed them with knowing looks and gleaming faces. Both of them were turning beet red and looking mortified that their private conversation now included ΒΌ of the students at Hogwarts!
Ron looked quite smug at his success and continued to further add to their embarrassment. "Oh no! Continue, what happens next?"
"RONALD WEASLEY! EXCUSE YOURSELF!" Hermione raved.
He graciously bowed and said, "Madame, you are courteously excused!" he said complacently.
She put her hands on her hips and was about to go on with another of her lectures, when Harry suddenly remembered how tedious and attenuated Hermione's lectures were. "Hermione dear, maybe some other time. Oh look cake and Treacle Tarts, you're favorite!" he said hopefully with false enthusiasm.
She inspected the delicious pastries and exasperatedly plopped down saying something about "people minding their own damn business!"
Ron sighed gratefully. "Thanks mate! You're a lifesaver!"
"Don't rush into saying that! Hermione gave me some pointers on giving lectures! See you in the dormitory tonight!" Harry replied with a mischievous grin.
Ron groaned, "just when I thought I was rescued! Oh and remind me to give Dobby several pairs of socks for the holidays! If it wasn't for those delectable treats, it would be like Professor Binns class again, with Hermione droning on and on and on forever more!!!"
"Oh, I'm not that horrble..YET! And now, if you don't mind, Hermione and I shall retire to a more private place where people such yourself can't possibly bother us!" Harry said in a rather snobby voice.
"I take it that you're practicing for this plate thing you're doing!" Ron said unsure.
"No really Ron! I got bored so I went to Malfoy Manor and picked up an autographed copy of 101 Ways to be a Snob!!! Honestly! Ofcourse I'm practicing for the play!" Harry said exasperatedly.
"Hey you never know! If you can become Hermione overnight, then becoming Dr r-a...I mean becoming Malfoy overnight shouldn't prove to be much of a challenge!" Ron said matter-o-factly. (A/n: how do u say dat?!?!?)
Harry rolled his eyes and went of in search of Hermione. Ron gobbled down some more pastries and wandered off in search of Draco to make other arrangements.
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During dinnertime, Fred and George were looking particularly cheerful. Harry was bit afraid to touch his food, if Fred and George had tampered with it. He curiously asked, "Fred, George, you haven't done anything to the food have you? I don't fancy having turn into a bat right now!"
"Aww...don't worry Harry! Nothing bad will happen to you atleast!" they replied mysteriously.
Harry sighed and apprehensively took his first bite! Since he didn't feel any strange sensations, he proceeded quietly as the others. Unfortunately, the Slytherins weren't that lucky!
All of the sudden, Draco Malfoy stood up and commanded everyone's attention. "I have an announcement I'd like to make!"
"What now? Did his father send him another billion Galleons?" Ron said sourly.
Draco continued, "I would just like to say that (hiccup) I believe (hiccup) that GRFFINDOR IS THE BEST AMONGST ALL FOUR HOUSES (hiccup) and I would like everyone to duly note my respect for everyone in that house (hiccup) especially, Harry Potter.
Everyone in the Great Hall look panic-stricken! Was this the Draco Malfoy who always sought the worst in others? Harry didn't know what to say. He was about to say something, when Fred and George's words suddenly zoomed into his head. "Nothing bad will happen to you atleast!" he recalled. He tried to suppress his laughter, but it was becoming difficult by the second. Realization suddenly dawned on the Gryffindor table and everyone was secretly congratulating the Weasley twins on a job well done!
Draco Malfoy was very confused. Did I just say that? Blech! I need to rinse out my mouth! "What I meant to say was that (hiccup) I'm an official member of the Harry Potter fanclub! (a/n: I am! *grins proudly!) What?!?!? Wait, no! I mean (hiccup) I worship Harry Potter." He kept rambling on an on and extolling Harry's achievements, which is a long list indeed. The Slytherins were extremely puzzled, until they too were forced to join in! Soon, all of the Slytherins were fulfilling all of the Gryffindors' desires. They brought them their homework, they fed them, and they cleaned their robes, et.c. And so, for that whole night the Gryffindor table leisurely enjoyed the services of the Slytherins. Hermione even approved because the Slytherins were taking over the duties of the House elves! What a pleasant night it was!
A/n: well???? Good/bad/freaky/humorous/strange/retarded..comments people?
