Chapter 12
The voice startled Harry.
"Whaaaa!" he screamed in desperate panic.
"Shhh, shh," whispered the squeaky voice of Hermione. "Don't worry, Harry. I
didn't mean to startle you. I just, well, I?"
"Well you what," Harry replied in a sarcastic tone.
"I just, well this should explain it better."
Hermione leaned in and kissed Harry hard. Harry was surprised, if not even
scared, but he almost seemed to like the kiss. And when Hermione pulled away, Harry
grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back. His lips brushed Hermione's. Slowly,
they fell together onto the floor in a mangled heap. Spaghetti sauce from Harry's outburst
covered them both. Harry paused from the action for a second to mutter these words to
Hermione:
"Oh Hermione, I never knew." Hermione replied with a stifled giggle. And
slowly, the kissing turned to more, and then to more. And when lunch was about over,
they sneaked into an empty classroom to continue. The day stretched on and on, and it
was still not over. Finally, during dinner it was over. The happy couple shuffled together
to dinner, and broke apart when they reached the Gryffindor table. Harry sat next to Ron,
and didn't even complain about. He was too happy to worry too much about anything,
really. After what Hermione and him... well, let's just skip that part. Anyway, he was
pretty happy. He was even happy enough to apologize to Ron about what he had said to
him.
"Ron, " started Harry. " I'm sorry for what I said. It's just, you know, maybe I'm
a little sensitive about letting people know who I like. And I hope you can except my
apology. Oh, and I sorry about the spaghetti, too."
"Oh Harry, you know I could never stay mad at you for too long." Ron embraced
Harry in a strong bear hug.
"Eeewwww! Ron, what are you doing! Get off me!" cried Harry, a bit of disgust
present in his tone.
"Oh sorry! I, well, you know my emotions get hold of me sometimes," muttered
Ron into Harry's ear.
"What do you mean by emotions?" Harry asked, almost afraid to know.
"Oh nothing," whispered Ron. "Just don't worry about it, stud- muffin." Harry
wasn't quite sure he had heard this last phrase right.
"Excuse me, Ron?" he asked, not wanting to believe what he had heard.
"Oh, I said what you should worry about is your stud-muffin." Harry wasn't quite
sure that he believed Ron, but he wasn't about to argue. Because, you know, he couldn't.
I mean, come on! This was the real world. People.. oops. Harry didn't know what he
had been thinking.
The voice startled Harry.
"Whaaaa!" he screamed in desperate panic.
"Shhh, shh," whispered the squeaky voice of Hermione. "Don't worry, Harry. I
didn't mean to startle you. I just, well, I?"
"Well you what," Harry replied in a sarcastic tone.
"I just, well this should explain it better."
Hermione leaned in and kissed Harry hard. Harry was surprised, if not even
scared, but he almost seemed to like the kiss. And when Hermione pulled away, Harry
grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back. His lips brushed Hermione's. Slowly,
they fell together onto the floor in a mangled heap. Spaghetti sauce from Harry's outburst
covered them both. Harry paused from the action for a second to mutter these words to
Hermione:
"Oh Hermione, I never knew." Hermione replied with a stifled giggle. And
slowly, the kissing turned to more, and then to more. And when lunch was about over,
they sneaked into an empty classroom to continue. The day stretched on and on, and it
was still not over. Finally, during dinner it was over. The happy couple shuffled together
to dinner, and broke apart when they reached the Gryffindor table. Harry sat next to Ron,
and didn't even complain about. He was too happy to worry too much about anything,
really. After what Hermione and him... well, let's just skip that part. Anyway, he was
pretty happy. He was even happy enough to apologize to Ron about what he had said to
him.
"Ron, " started Harry. " I'm sorry for what I said. It's just, you know, maybe I'm
a little sensitive about letting people know who I like. And I hope you can except my
apology. Oh, and I sorry about the spaghetti, too."
"Oh Harry, you know I could never stay mad at you for too long." Ron embraced
Harry in a strong bear hug.
"Eeewwww! Ron, what are you doing! Get off me!" cried Harry, a bit of disgust
present in his tone.
"Oh sorry! I, well, you know my emotions get hold of me sometimes," muttered
Ron into Harry's ear.
"What do you mean by emotions?" Harry asked, almost afraid to know.
"Oh nothing," whispered Ron. "Just don't worry about it, stud- muffin." Harry
wasn't quite sure he had heard this last phrase right.
"Excuse me, Ron?" he asked, not wanting to believe what he had heard.
"Oh, I said what you should worry about is your stud-muffin." Harry wasn't quite
sure that he believed Ron, but he wasn't about to argue. Because, you know, he couldn't.
I mean, come on! This was the real world. People.. oops. Harry didn't know what he
had been thinking.