CHAPTER NINE
Happy Christmas to Harry and Ron
Christmas was drawing near and Harry was debating with his conscience over what he should get Hermione. A necklace? A bracelet? A ring, perhaps? But all those things might be a little...over the top. Then again, they might be expected. After all, they had been together for about two months...wait, what? Just two months? Look at all they had done already! Maybe things were moving too fast; maybe he should slow them down a bit. Maybe he'd get her... socks? Maybe he should go talk to Hermione. Maybe he should stop using the word maybe.
"Hermione, do you think we're moving to fast? Relationship wise, I mean." He asked her in the library one day.
"Of course not Harry. We were ready for what we did, and we took all the precautions. What's too fast about that?"
"Well, the fact that we had only been dating for one month at the time has something to do with my wondering."
"Oh." She simply stated. "That."
"You've been thinking about it too?"
"A little bit." She replied. "Maybe we ARE moving too fast. We should slow down, like...only holding hands or something." This wasn't what Harry had meant, but if it made Hermione happy, then it made him happy...sort of.
"Are you sure about that? I mean, when we weren't even dating, we kissed, and even before that we were only holding hands."
"When we were...only friends." She put in. This had Harry very confused.
"What are you inquiring?" he asked her.
"Uh...nothing. Nothing at all, Harry." She said, turning a page in her book, even though she hadn't read the page before it.
"You think we should only be friends? Is that what you're saying?" Harry said, raising his voice a little bit.
"Well...I don't know."
"What do you mean, you don't know?!" he shouted.
"Sshh! This is a library!" hissed the librarian, Madam Pince.
"After all that I've done for you..." he put in.
"How dare you make it seem like I owe you something!" Hermione shouted at him.
"Get out of my library! I have no time for this, nor the patience!" yelled Madam Pince. The two grabbed their things and went out opposite doors. At lunchtime, Hermione sat with Parvati and Lavender, while Harry sat with Ron and Astrid.
"What's up with you two?" asked Ron, through a mouthful of food.
"We had an argument is all." Harry mumbled.
"Well, you know, people who really love each other have to get in fights every once in a wile." Said Ron.
"We never get in fights." Said Astrid, with a raised eyebrow.
"We're different than them; they're madly in love with each oth-"
"And we aren't?!" she shouted at him.
"I didn't mean it that way..."
"Oh? And how did you mean it?!" she hollered. Ron had no answer, so she got up ad left.
"See what you've started?" mumbled Ron.
"Oh no, Mate; that was all you." Harry replied. They ate the rest of the meal in silence. "I think Hermione only wants to be friends again." Harry finally said. Ron looked up at him with question in his eyes.
"You're not serious?"
"I am." He replied, dropping his fork on the plate.
"Did she tell you that to her face?"
"Not really, but I'm pretty sure that's what she meant."
"Why would she want that?"
"I don't know."
"Happy Christmas to us, huh?" said Ron.
"Yeah...Happy Christmas to us." Harry mumbled.
Harry knocked on the door of the Head's dormitory. "Hermione? We need to talk." He said through the door.
"Go away!" yelled Hermione.
"You're being so immature! This isn't the Hermione I know." Hermione flung the door open at that.
"Don't you ever, EVER call me immature!" She exclaimed.
"Can we talk now?"
"Make it fast, I've got reading to do." She said, folding her arms across her chest.
"Do you really feel that we should be just friends?" he asked.
"Is that how you feel?"
"Quite frankly, no; that's not how I feel." He replied.
"Well, I have no need to explain myself." And with that, she slammed the door in his face. Harry decided to try back later.
It was the last day of school before the Christmas Holiday, and Harry Ron and Hermione were in Potions class. Ron was sitting between Harry and Hermione, who had been completely ignoring each other the entire time.
"We still need to talk." Whispered Harry, without looking at her.
"I don't care." She hissed back at him.
"Is there a problem?" asked Snape.
"No professor." The three of them replied in unison.
"Let me remind you, that even if this IS the last day of school before holiday, I won't hesitate to hand out detentions." He said, going back to his lesson.
"Just listen to me for one second-"
"No! Don't you understand that I don't care for anything you have to say?!" she shouted.
"Granger, Potter! You two will have detention tonight. And since you can't seem to get along, you'll be taking it together! Potter, you go sit over on the left side of the room, Granger to the right." He said. And for the second time, he continued the lesson.
A.N.///You like? I hope so! Oh, and don't worry, they won't hate each other forever, but will they get back together? Muahahahahahahahaha! I love doing this to people...
-MuchoSugar
Happy Christmas to Harry and Ron
Christmas was drawing near and Harry was debating with his conscience over what he should get Hermione. A necklace? A bracelet? A ring, perhaps? But all those things might be a little...over the top. Then again, they might be expected. After all, they had been together for about two months...wait, what? Just two months? Look at all they had done already! Maybe things were moving too fast; maybe he should slow them down a bit. Maybe he'd get her... socks? Maybe he should go talk to Hermione. Maybe he should stop using the word maybe.
"Hermione, do you think we're moving to fast? Relationship wise, I mean." He asked her in the library one day.
"Of course not Harry. We were ready for what we did, and we took all the precautions. What's too fast about that?"
"Well, the fact that we had only been dating for one month at the time has something to do with my wondering."
"Oh." She simply stated. "That."
"You've been thinking about it too?"
"A little bit." She replied. "Maybe we ARE moving too fast. We should slow down, like...only holding hands or something." This wasn't what Harry had meant, but if it made Hermione happy, then it made him happy...sort of.
"Are you sure about that? I mean, when we weren't even dating, we kissed, and even before that we were only holding hands."
"When we were...only friends." She put in. This had Harry very confused.
"What are you inquiring?" he asked her.
"Uh...nothing. Nothing at all, Harry." She said, turning a page in her book, even though she hadn't read the page before it.
"You think we should only be friends? Is that what you're saying?" Harry said, raising his voice a little bit.
"Well...I don't know."
"What do you mean, you don't know?!" he shouted.
"Sshh! This is a library!" hissed the librarian, Madam Pince.
"After all that I've done for you..." he put in.
"How dare you make it seem like I owe you something!" Hermione shouted at him.
"Get out of my library! I have no time for this, nor the patience!" yelled Madam Pince. The two grabbed their things and went out opposite doors. At lunchtime, Hermione sat with Parvati and Lavender, while Harry sat with Ron and Astrid.
"What's up with you two?" asked Ron, through a mouthful of food.
"We had an argument is all." Harry mumbled.
"Well, you know, people who really love each other have to get in fights every once in a wile." Said Ron.
"We never get in fights." Said Astrid, with a raised eyebrow.
"We're different than them; they're madly in love with each oth-"
"And we aren't?!" she shouted at him.
"I didn't mean it that way..."
"Oh? And how did you mean it?!" she hollered. Ron had no answer, so she got up ad left.
"See what you've started?" mumbled Ron.
"Oh no, Mate; that was all you." Harry replied. They ate the rest of the meal in silence. "I think Hermione only wants to be friends again." Harry finally said. Ron looked up at him with question in his eyes.
"You're not serious?"
"I am." He replied, dropping his fork on the plate.
"Did she tell you that to her face?"
"Not really, but I'm pretty sure that's what she meant."
"Why would she want that?"
"I don't know."
"Happy Christmas to us, huh?" said Ron.
"Yeah...Happy Christmas to us." Harry mumbled.
Harry knocked on the door of the Head's dormitory. "Hermione? We need to talk." He said through the door.
"Go away!" yelled Hermione.
"You're being so immature! This isn't the Hermione I know." Hermione flung the door open at that.
"Don't you ever, EVER call me immature!" She exclaimed.
"Can we talk now?"
"Make it fast, I've got reading to do." She said, folding her arms across her chest.
"Do you really feel that we should be just friends?" he asked.
"Is that how you feel?"
"Quite frankly, no; that's not how I feel." He replied.
"Well, I have no need to explain myself." And with that, she slammed the door in his face. Harry decided to try back later.
It was the last day of school before the Christmas Holiday, and Harry Ron and Hermione were in Potions class. Ron was sitting between Harry and Hermione, who had been completely ignoring each other the entire time.
"We still need to talk." Whispered Harry, without looking at her.
"I don't care." She hissed back at him.
"Is there a problem?" asked Snape.
"No professor." The three of them replied in unison.
"Let me remind you, that even if this IS the last day of school before holiday, I won't hesitate to hand out detentions." He said, going back to his lesson.
"Just listen to me for one second-"
"No! Don't you understand that I don't care for anything you have to say?!" she shouted.
"Granger, Potter! You two will have detention tonight. And since you can't seem to get along, you'll be taking it together! Potter, you go sit over on the left side of the room, Granger to the right." He said. And for the second time, he continued the lesson.
A.N.///You like? I hope so! Oh, and don't worry, they won't hate each other forever, but will they get back together? Muahahahahahahahaha! I love doing this to people...
-MuchoSugar