Chapter 26
"Ugh." Emma said with a disgusted look on her face. Harry just looked at her, wondering what she wanted. "That Hermionie. She's so." Emma searched for a word while still glaring at the door. "She's a know-it-all, that's what. Ugh."
"Hey, wait a minute." Harry said, offended, "She's my friend."
"Yeah? Well, I don't know how you can be friends with that." Emma said.
"She has been my best friend for about 5 years, and I hope we're friends for a long time." Harry said. Yeah well, I can fix that. Emma thought angrily. The last thing she needed what an ugly teacher's pet getting in the way. "And I would appreciate it if you wouldn't call her a know-it- all." Emma turned to look at him. She looked a little hurt at Harry's tone of voice.
"Anyway," She said pulling up a chair and sitting down. "When are you coming back to the dorm?" I'll never come back if you're there. Harry thought. Sure he liked her in the beginning, but calling Hermionie names definitely knocked her down a few notches.
"Tonight." Harry said. "As soon as Madam Pomfrey comes to let me go."
"Great!" She said. "I'll stay with you until then."
"It might be awfully late at night by the time she comes round." Harry said, not wanting to spend the rest of the evening with her.
"I don't care." Emma said, "As long as I'm with you." She blushed a little. Harry wanted to gag. He liked her when she wasn't shy, and she wasn't preppy. And right now, she was both.
"I'd rather wait alone, I need some more sleep." Harry said, lying about the sleep part. Emma looked a little hurt now.
"Oh." She said. Get the hint already.leave! Harry thought. "Alright. I'll be going then. Feel better." She got up reached over and kissed him on the cheek. Then she spun around grabbed her bag and left the ward, red faced. Harry sighed. And to his luck, Madam Pomfrey came in about a half an hour later and let him leave the hospital wing to attend dinner. But Harry wasn't all the hungry anyway. He needed to talk to Hermionie. He left the hospital wing with his homework and Hogwarts, A History in his arms. He climbed the staircases carefully, and reached the fat lady in no time. He gave the password and stepped inside. The first thing he saw was Hermionie, sitting at a table near the fire, working on homework as usual. Harry dumped the books onto the chair next to her, then sighed and took a seat by the fire on a couch.
"Hey." She said.
"Hello." He answered. "Where are Ron, and Emma?" Harry just wanted to know where Emma was, he really didn't care though.
"Dinner." She said.
"Why didn't you go?" He asked.
"Wanted to get homework out of the way."
"Oh."
"You might as well work on yours too." She said, without looking at him, but flipping through a few pages in a book in front of her.
"How about not." He thought aloud.
"Why not?" She said, scribbling something down.
"Because I don't feel like working. Emma is driving me crazy." He said
"Is she?"
"I just said so didn't I?" Harry said, laughing.
"How so?"
He explained all she said to him after Hermionie left. When he got to the part where she said, "As long as I'm with you." Hermionie gave a loud gag and said, "Sick!!" Harry agreed.
"Ugh, and she kissed me on the cheek before she left." Harry said. Wiping his hand on his cheek as if to wipe the kiss away. She finally looked up at him. "Oh trust me 'Mione, I didn't ask for it." Harry assured her.
"Yeah." She said, "And don't call me that." She went back to her work.
"I don't understand-"
But she cut him off, "You don't understand much lately, do you?" Harry didn't understand a lot of things, yes, but that didn't mean she had to make fun of him.
"The only reason I don't understand things is because of you." Harry said. He wasn't being mean about it, just stating a fact.
"Oh Really?" she said, setting down her quill to look up at him. "And why is that my fault."
"Well," Harry didn't know how to put this nicely, "girls are complicated."
"That's no excuse!" Hermionie laughed. "We're not complicated, men are just simple minded!"
"Hey Hey!" Harry said playfully. He was glad she wasn't taking him seriously, and she was just messing around. Kind of like old times. "Don't you go insulting my species here!" Hermionie just laughed.
"And why not? Men are scum!" She said.
"Oh yeah? What gave you that idea?"
"You did!" She laughed even harder.
"What?!" Harry laughed along with her.
"Yep." Once she quieted down, and was looking at Harry calmly, Harry noticed she wasn't mad at him anymore. It was plain in her eyes. She wasn't mad, she could never stay mad at him.
"So, are we done fighting now?" Harry asked, "Can we be friends again?"
"Harry we were always friends." Hermionie said, smiling, "Just because I fight with you every now and then doesn't mean I won't be your friend anymore."
"Well I knew that." He said. "I still need to talk to you though. I'm just saying Hermionie, you have to believe me when I tell you I lo-" And portrait hole burst open and Emma and Ron stepped through. Harry growled in frustration at never being able to finish his sentences. "You know what Hermionie? I'll just talk to you later." And he got up and went up the stairs. As Emma and Ron sat down at the couch near her, she heard the dorm door slam upstairs. She giggled.
"What's up Hermionie?" Ron asked.
"Oh, nothing." She sighed. "Just working on homework."
"Why didn't you come down to dinner?" Ron asked.
"Because I wanted to get this weekends homework out of the way, so when you and Harry decided to do it all on Sunday night, like always, I can try to help you with it." "How sweet!" Emma said sarcastically. Hermionie threw her a glare. Ron just kind of looked at her.
"Ugh." Emma said with a disgusted look on her face. Harry just looked at her, wondering what she wanted. "That Hermionie. She's so." Emma searched for a word while still glaring at the door. "She's a know-it-all, that's what. Ugh."
"Hey, wait a minute." Harry said, offended, "She's my friend."
"Yeah? Well, I don't know how you can be friends with that." Emma said.
"She has been my best friend for about 5 years, and I hope we're friends for a long time." Harry said. Yeah well, I can fix that. Emma thought angrily. The last thing she needed what an ugly teacher's pet getting in the way. "And I would appreciate it if you wouldn't call her a know-it- all." Emma turned to look at him. She looked a little hurt at Harry's tone of voice.
"Anyway," She said pulling up a chair and sitting down. "When are you coming back to the dorm?" I'll never come back if you're there. Harry thought. Sure he liked her in the beginning, but calling Hermionie names definitely knocked her down a few notches.
"Tonight." Harry said. "As soon as Madam Pomfrey comes to let me go."
"Great!" She said. "I'll stay with you until then."
"It might be awfully late at night by the time she comes round." Harry said, not wanting to spend the rest of the evening with her.
"I don't care." Emma said, "As long as I'm with you." She blushed a little. Harry wanted to gag. He liked her when she wasn't shy, and she wasn't preppy. And right now, she was both.
"I'd rather wait alone, I need some more sleep." Harry said, lying about the sleep part. Emma looked a little hurt now.
"Oh." She said. Get the hint already.leave! Harry thought. "Alright. I'll be going then. Feel better." She got up reached over and kissed him on the cheek. Then she spun around grabbed her bag and left the ward, red faced. Harry sighed. And to his luck, Madam Pomfrey came in about a half an hour later and let him leave the hospital wing to attend dinner. But Harry wasn't all the hungry anyway. He needed to talk to Hermionie. He left the hospital wing with his homework and Hogwarts, A History in his arms. He climbed the staircases carefully, and reached the fat lady in no time. He gave the password and stepped inside. The first thing he saw was Hermionie, sitting at a table near the fire, working on homework as usual. Harry dumped the books onto the chair next to her, then sighed and took a seat by the fire on a couch.
"Hey." She said.
"Hello." He answered. "Where are Ron, and Emma?" Harry just wanted to know where Emma was, he really didn't care though.
"Dinner." She said.
"Why didn't you go?" He asked.
"Wanted to get homework out of the way."
"Oh."
"You might as well work on yours too." She said, without looking at him, but flipping through a few pages in a book in front of her.
"How about not." He thought aloud.
"Why not?" She said, scribbling something down.
"Because I don't feel like working. Emma is driving me crazy." He said
"Is she?"
"I just said so didn't I?" Harry said, laughing.
"How so?"
He explained all she said to him after Hermionie left. When he got to the part where she said, "As long as I'm with you." Hermionie gave a loud gag and said, "Sick!!" Harry agreed.
"Ugh, and she kissed me on the cheek before she left." Harry said. Wiping his hand on his cheek as if to wipe the kiss away. She finally looked up at him. "Oh trust me 'Mione, I didn't ask for it." Harry assured her.
"Yeah." She said, "And don't call me that." She went back to her work.
"I don't understand-"
But she cut him off, "You don't understand much lately, do you?" Harry didn't understand a lot of things, yes, but that didn't mean she had to make fun of him.
"The only reason I don't understand things is because of you." Harry said. He wasn't being mean about it, just stating a fact.
"Oh Really?" she said, setting down her quill to look up at him. "And why is that my fault."
"Well," Harry didn't know how to put this nicely, "girls are complicated."
"That's no excuse!" Hermionie laughed. "We're not complicated, men are just simple minded!"
"Hey Hey!" Harry said playfully. He was glad she wasn't taking him seriously, and she was just messing around. Kind of like old times. "Don't you go insulting my species here!" Hermionie just laughed.
"And why not? Men are scum!" She said.
"Oh yeah? What gave you that idea?"
"You did!" She laughed even harder.
"What?!" Harry laughed along with her.
"Yep." Once she quieted down, and was looking at Harry calmly, Harry noticed she wasn't mad at him anymore. It was plain in her eyes. She wasn't mad, she could never stay mad at him.
"So, are we done fighting now?" Harry asked, "Can we be friends again?"
"Harry we were always friends." Hermionie said, smiling, "Just because I fight with you every now and then doesn't mean I won't be your friend anymore."
"Well I knew that." He said. "I still need to talk to you though. I'm just saying Hermionie, you have to believe me when I tell you I lo-" And portrait hole burst open and Emma and Ron stepped through. Harry growled in frustration at never being able to finish his sentences. "You know what Hermionie? I'll just talk to you later." And he got up and went up the stairs. As Emma and Ron sat down at the couch near her, she heard the dorm door slam upstairs. She giggled.
"What's up Hermionie?" Ron asked.
"Oh, nothing." She sighed. "Just working on homework."
"Why didn't you come down to dinner?" Ron asked.
"Because I wanted to get this weekends homework out of the way, so when you and Harry decided to do it all on Sunday night, like always, I can try to help you with it." "How sweet!" Emma said sarcastically. Hermionie threw her a glare. Ron just kind of looked at her.