Chapter 5
A/N: It's here! It's here at last, another chapter to Hermione Granger and the Chicken! Aren't you all so excited! Remember, after you read this, we're half done!
"What are we going to do?" Hermione cried.
"We're going to think about this calmly and rationally," George said after taking a few deep breaths. He then started to cry. "We've killed Harry!"
"No! No, no, no. He'll be fine. We just have to find him," Hermione said, calmly and rationally.
They exited the office quickly.
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"I'm hungry," George complained.
"We have more important things to deal with. We lost Harry!" Hermione said, glaring at him. It was the day after the chicken incident and they had been searching ever since that night.
"But it's lunch time! We should be eating lunch!" George complained some more.
"Hey, I wanted to eat breakfast when it was breakfast, but you said we shouldn't!"
"That's not what I said! I said we should wait to eat until lunch."
"No, you didn't!" Hermione screamed. She let out a frustrated groan and ran her hands through her hair.
"Well...maybe not! But I said that under the assumption that we would have lunch!"
"Assuming makes an ass-"
"I didn't even say assume!" George interrupted.
"You said assumption and that's the same thing."
"Listen, it's been twelve bloody hours since we last ate. Couldn't we at least have a snack?"
"NO!" she shouted.
"But I'm hungry!"
"I don't care!
"You are so annoying!"
"You're infuriating!"
Their eyes locked. They hadn't realized that during the argument they had been moving steadily towards each other. But they noticed now.
An unsure silence fell across them as George reached over and brushed a lock of Hermione's bushy hair behind her ears. "Hermione," he breathed.
"Hello, Hermione!" said Seamus, a bit too cheerfully. George quickly backed away from the girl, blushing furiously.
"Yes, Seamus," Hermione responded.
"You look absolutely gorgeous today! I mean, wow! Words like stunning, magnificent, glorious,...err...anyone got a thesaurus."
"What do you want, Seamus?" Hermione asked, a bit annoyed now.
"Well, I was just wondering if you finished your potions essay."
"As a matter of fact, I have." Hermione put her hands on her hips and glared.
"Well, I was wondering if I could look at it. Alone. With some parchment. And a quill. And maybe a little coping spell..."
"No," she said firmly.
"But..."
"You heard her, Finnigan. Go do your own work!" George yelled, getting annoyed with the whole conversation.
"Alright," said a very depressed looking Irish man.
"But before you go," Hermione started again. "Have you seen...a chicken?" she said with a perfectly straight face.
"Well, as a matter of fact, I had some delicious chicken for lunch." Seamus then turned and left.
"George, this is bad," Hermione started.
"I know. We could have eaten that chicken."
"George, who are we looking for?" Hermione nudged George along to bring him up to speed.
They looked at each other and simultaneously gasped. "Harry."
A/N: Dun, dun, dun. Did the school really eat Harry Potter? Find out in the next chapter of, 'Hermione Granger and the Chicken.'
