Chapter 2: Back in the Common Room
A/N: Wow. I got such good reviews for this. I'll see what I can do to make things more interesting. With an evil twist of course. Thanx for the reviews guys! Sorry for being slow, but as you may or may not have known the posting thingie was closed until today. Anyway review! ~Chinesemoon~
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All right, I've thought it over. No, I'm not going to kick their butts, not yet at least. Just coming out and killing them would be too quick and painless. I need to prolong the experience. I needed to crucify them in guilt for not telling me!
When I got back to the Common Room no one was there. I didn't really expect anyone to be there. It was late and I didn't know where anyone was. Well, accept for Ron and Hermione, who were in the back of the library doing, ah... something.
I slammed down onto a big red chair. I was temporarily horrified, thinking I had just crushed Hermione's cat. Instead, I gave a heave of relief when I pulled Lavender Brown's yellow fluffy sweater from the seat under me.
I briefly picked up a book and looked at it. I was bored with it within two seconds. I was reaching for Quiddich Through The Ages when I heard a distant yelp of pain. As the portrait hole opened, I heard Hermione's voice hushing what I could only assume was Ron.
"Shh, Ron. Shut up! Do you want everyone to wake up?"
"I can't help it! You're the one who insisted on bringing all these books back with us. Why did we have to do that? Uh?"
"I told you, you git! We can't leave a library after two hours and come back empty-handed."
"Whatever."
I considered running to the boys' dorm room so they wouldn't see me, but I stopped myself. Why should I run? I wasn't the one hiding. I wasn't the one keeping secrets. I wasn't the one having secret-snogging sessions in the back of the library!
I sat causally in the chair, staring over at Ron and Hermione, who were each carrying a stack of heavy-looking books.
Hermione caught sight of me and presently dropped half of her books onto the floor. I ignored the very loud thud the books made as they hit the floor, and continued staring at Hermione.
"O-oh. Harry. I didn't know you were here. I-I thought--"
Oh, I know what she thought.
I looked back innocently. "What?" I asked calmly.
"N-nothing. I just... oh, never mind."
I shrugged at her as she and Ron set the books down and sat in the chairs across from me. Ron looked around briefly and then sat back and put his feet on the coffee table. He looked as he always did: causal and calm.
I'll change that.
"So," I began in a laid-back way. "What did you guys do while I was gone?" "What did we do?" Ron said sitting up casually and absent mindedly kicking Crookshanks. "Oh, nothing much."
"Just wondering," I started again. "I came back and you weren't here. Where were you anyway?" Hermione glanced at Ron then back at me. "We were at the library. Getting a few books." Ron turned to stare at Hermione as if she had just lost her mind. I think she has, but that's another story altogether.
"That's funny," I said, frowning. "McGonagall let me off early. I went to the library for awhile to study. I didn't see you there."
It was amazing how quickly Ron Weasley could go from calm to panic. Like a flash, I tell you. I glanced at Hermione. She was slowly losing her calm. I decided to make the show more entertaining.
"I did see something funny, though," I said, flicking a piece of lint off my robes. "Well, more hear something funny, really."
Hermione gave a forced laughed and tried to look interested. "What was that?"
"Some students were making a lot of noise in the back of the library," I said, grinning. "Everyone could hear them."
"What d'you mean," Ron squeaked in an unusually high voice, "everyone?"
"What I said," I replied, acting bored. "They were doing --- you know --- in the back. Madam Pince was mad. They could be heard in the halls outside the doors to the library almost. I bet it was Seamus and Lavender."
It was getting very interesting. I never realized how stupid my friends act sometimes. I can't believe I didn't notice before now!
"I know it was a Gryffindor whoever it was," I said, looking at the clock. "There was a Gryffindor scarf lying on a table. I'd say it was yours if I didn't know better, Hermione."
Hermione squirmed and shrugged.
I was very tired. I needed to go to bed. I couldn't think up a proper plan of distruction while I was falling asleep.
No, I would go to bed and get a good night's rest.
"I'm going to bed," I said, standing and stretching. "See you tomorrow."
Ron looked very relieved at my departure.
He wouldn't be so relieved, however, when tomorrow came and I brought out my secret weapon: Ginny Weasley.
A/N: REVIEW PEOPLE!
A/N: Wow. I got such good reviews for this. I'll see what I can do to make things more interesting. With an evil twist of course. Thanx for the reviews guys! Sorry for being slow, but as you may or may not have known the posting thingie was closed until today. Anyway review! ~Chinesemoon~
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All right, I've thought it over. No, I'm not going to kick their butts, not yet at least. Just coming out and killing them would be too quick and painless. I need to prolong the experience. I needed to crucify them in guilt for not telling me!
When I got back to the Common Room no one was there. I didn't really expect anyone to be there. It was late and I didn't know where anyone was. Well, accept for Ron and Hermione, who were in the back of the library doing, ah... something.
I slammed down onto a big red chair. I was temporarily horrified, thinking I had just crushed Hermione's cat. Instead, I gave a heave of relief when I pulled Lavender Brown's yellow fluffy sweater from the seat under me.
I briefly picked up a book and looked at it. I was bored with it within two seconds. I was reaching for Quiddich Through The Ages when I heard a distant yelp of pain. As the portrait hole opened, I heard Hermione's voice hushing what I could only assume was Ron.
"Shh, Ron. Shut up! Do you want everyone to wake up?"
"I can't help it! You're the one who insisted on bringing all these books back with us. Why did we have to do that? Uh?"
"I told you, you git! We can't leave a library after two hours and come back empty-handed."
"Whatever."
I considered running to the boys' dorm room so they wouldn't see me, but I stopped myself. Why should I run? I wasn't the one hiding. I wasn't the one keeping secrets. I wasn't the one having secret-snogging sessions in the back of the library!
I sat causally in the chair, staring over at Ron and Hermione, who were each carrying a stack of heavy-looking books.
Hermione caught sight of me and presently dropped half of her books onto the floor. I ignored the very loud thud the books made as they hit the floor, and continued staring at Hermione.
"O-oh. Harry. I didn't know you were here. I-I thought--"
Oh, I know what she thought.
I looked back innocently. "What?" I asked calmly.
"N-nothing. I just... oh, never mind."
I shrugged at her as she and Ron set the books down and sat in the chairs across from me. Ron looked around briefly and then sat back and put his feet on the coffee table. He looked as he always did: causal and calm.
I'll change that.
"So," I began in a laid-back way. "What did you guys do while I was gone?" "What did we do?" Ron said sitting up casually and absent mindedly kicking Crookshanks. "Oh, nothing much."
"Just wondering," I started again. "I came back and you weren't here. Where were you anyway?" Hermione glanced at Ron then back at me. "We were at the library. Getting a few books." Ron turned to stare at Hermione as if she had just lost her mind. I think she has, but that's another story altogether.
"That's funny," I said, frowning. "McGonagall let me off early. I went to the library for awhile to study. I didn't see you there."
It was amazing how quickly Ron Weasley could go from calm to panic. Like a flash, I tell you. I glanced at Hermione. She was slowly losing her calm. I decided to make the show more entertaining.
"I did see something funny, though," I said, flicking a piece of lint off my robes. "Well, more hear something funny, really."
Hermione gave a forced laughed and tried to look interested. "What was that?"
"Some students were making a lot of noise in the back of the library," I said, grinning. "Everyone could hear them."
"What d'you mean," Ron squeaked in an unusually high voice, "everyone?"
"What I said," I replied, acting bored. "They were doing --- you know --- in the back. Madam Pince was mad. They could be heard in the halls outside the doors to the library almost. I bet it was Seamus and Lavender."
It was getting very interesting. I never realized how stupid my friends act sometimes. I can't believe I didn't notice before now!
"I know it was a Gryffindor whoever it was," I said, looking at the clock. "There was a Gryffindor scarf lying on a table. I'd say it was yours if I didn't know better, Hermione."
Hermione squirmed and shrugged.
I was very tired. I needed to go to bed. I couldn't think up a proper plan of distruction while I was falling asleep.
No, I would go to bed and get a good night's rest.
"I'm going to bed," I said, standing and stretching. "See you tomorrow."
Ron looked very relieved at my departure.
He wouldn't be so relieved, however, when tomorrow came and I brought out my secret weapon: Ginny Weasley.
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