Chapter 11
Harry didn't feel like returning to the rest of his classes. He knew he should, but he
couldn't. He had too many things too think about. I mean, come on, this was his true love
and all. He could just feel it. He knew. He had an indescribable feeling about this girl. He
knew she was the one. And he knew that if he tried to go to class right now, he'd get
nothing out of it except for a sore back from sitting still so long. So, Harry enjoyed the
comforts of his four poster bedroom until it came time for lunch. He wasn't looking
forward to facing his friends, but his growling stomach finally won him over. He trudged
down to the Great Hall and slumped into the only empty seat, which happened to be next
to Ron Weasly. Oh great, Harry though to himself. What an ideal location.
"So, the love boy has finally decided to join the rest of his peers," teased Ron.
"Oh, Ron stop it. You're being a big baby. So what if Harry really does have a
crush on Tori? You don't have to tease him about it," stated Hermione. Ron seemed to
think this over for awhile. Then his face turned into a look of complete sincerity.
"Hermione's right, Harry. I'm sorry I've been treating you this way. It's your own
business if you have a crush on someone. I shouldn't have pestered you like that," Ron
said wholeheartedly.
"And I'm sorry, too," apologized Hermione. Harry paused as if to think about
these facts for a moment. He could see their looks of goodwill slowly turning to looks of
disbelief.
"Well, alright," Harry said suddenly. Then he engulfed his friends in a huge plate
of spaghetti. "As if," he started. " I can't stand you two. Always poking into my business.
Whats that? Do you like her? Oh Oh! Tell me! Arrrgghhh! It is so annoying! How about
you two get a life, okay? And leave me out of it!" Harry stormed away and back to the
Gryffindor common room. What had made him just do that? Because, for surely, he
would never say that to his friends. Why had he said those things? They were only
apologizing. "I know why!" screamed Harry, in a loud voice. A voice that wasn't his
own. "Because I hate them! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Fury pumped through his veins.
Then, a small little sound almost made him pop out of his skin.
"Harry?"
Harry didn't feel like returning to the rest of his classes. He knew he should, but he
couldn't. He had too many things too think about. I mean, come on, this was his true love
and all. He could just feel it. He knew. He had an indescribable feeling about this girl. He
knew she was the one. And he knew that if he tried to go to class right now, he'd get
nothing out of it except for a sore back from sitting still so long. So, Harry enjoyed the
comforts of his four poster bedroom until it came time for lunch. He wasn't looking
forward to facing his friends, but his growling stomach finally won him over. He trudged
down to the Great Hall and slumped into the only empty seat, which happened to be next
to Ron Weasly. Oh great, Harry though to himself. What an ideal location.
"So, the love boy has finally decided to join the rest of his peers," teased Ron.
"Oh, Ron stop it. You're being a big baby. So what if Harry really does have a
crush on Tori? You don't have to tease him about it," stated Hermione. Ron seemed to
think this over for awhile. Then his face turned into a look of complete sincerity.
"Hermione's right, Harry. I'm sorry I've been treating you this way. It's your own
business if you have a crush on someone. I shouldn't have pestered you like that," Ron
said wholeheartedly.
"And I'm sorry, too," apologized Hermione. Harry paused as if to think about
these facts for a moment. He could see their looks of goodwill slowly turning to looks of
disbelief.
"Well, alright," Harry said suddenly. Then he engulfed his friends in a huge plate
of spaghetti. "As if," he started. " I can't stand you two. Always poking into my business.
Whats that? Do you like her? Oh Oh! Tell me! Arrrgghhh! It is so annoying! How about
you two get a life, okay? And leave me out of it!" Harry stormed away and back to the
Gryffindor common room. What had made him just do that? Because, for surely, he
would never say that to his friends. Why had he said those things? They were only
apologizing. "I know why!" screamed Harry, in a loud voice. A voice that wasn't his
own. "Because I hate them! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Fury pumped through his veins.
Then, a small little sound almost made him pop out of his skin.
"Harry?"