Chapter 3: Fruit Fantasy
It was a hard two days, but luckily they all got through it with out dieing, or killing each other, well- in a matter of speaking. "I don't care! I hate him! I have never hated anyone in my whole life as much as I hate that idiot!" Hermione was at the lunch table practically ready to throw the bowl of crisps at Ron. "For god sake Hermione! You keep biting our heads off over and over again! If he's being a pain complain to Mcgonagall not me! Or Harry we can't do anything about it! So just SHUT-UP!!!" Ron's ears had (yet again) gone red. Hermione had gotten so annoyed and angry by what he said, and yet she knew he was telling the truth so she sat down. "You didn't have to be so mean" Hermione said in a very low and quiet voice only them two could just hear. "Well I'm sick of it you know. Sometimes you can be such a stuck up idiot" Ron had gone back to writing his essay on Pectinues rocks for Defence against the dark arts and neither Hermione nor Ron spoke for the rest of what was left of the day. By the time dinner had passed, and it had become too windy to walk outside, they all returned to their common room. "I whine Ron" Hermione said under her breath while walking through the portrait hole. "Oh yes you do! You're just to perfect to realise it!" Ron had sat down by the fire and began to relax. After 5 long seconds they sat in silence and thank-fully Harry broke it. "I've just realised isn't the Ball in two days?" "Oh right yeah it is" Ron looked away from the fire and to Harry. Then he moved his head away as if very scared to ask a question. "Harry- um- can I ask something?" "Sure, what?" "Well. I was wondering.. You know. um." "Spit it out man" Harry laughed "You know that Anya girl?" "Yeah" Harry began to take notice on every word he was saying. "Do you like her?" "No! Of course not" Harry said his last two words in an utmost whisper while looking at the floor. Ron on the other hand was waiting to ask another question. "Are you sure?" "Yes- I'm.I'm. I'm sure" Ron sighed "Oh good, so it would be all right if I asked her?" * * *
* * She's not your girl friend. Harry thought to himself. Ron has every right to be with her. That's not true. YOU didn't ask her, you didn't admit it. Then why do I want her? Because you are a selfish person you think you're better than your best friend. No I don't! Just because your famous you'll think she likes you. By this time Harry had his head in his arms sitting in front of the fire with his legs up hunched in the corner of the coach. Ron and Hermione had both gone up to bed and it was past 2 o'clock by now and yet he wasn't tired. He was sitting there in silence until he heard footsteps; he lifted his head and looked round it was Anya she was picking up some books she had left. When she was standing straight again she noticed Harry was looking at her. "Oh!" Harry was still staring at her. She was wearing a light blue dressing gown with pink socks. As his eyes darted up and down, he noticed very little perfect thing about her. How one or two curls of that hazelnut brown hair would spring out when it was in a tight bun, and how her body was so slim and sleek and curvy. She was an angel to him eventhough she wasn't looking her best, no matter what she looked heavenly. As he brought his eyes back on to her face she was smiling, "I didn't realise you were still awake!" Her eyes were so beautiful; you could sit there for hours dozing off to wonder land looking into those mysterious jewels. And every eyelash in a wonderful little flick, and her lips so shiny and slender. "Why haven't you gone to bed? I had forgotten 3 books, you know clumsy me" He was about to answer, about to open his mouth but all that came out was. "I like chicken on a stick" He was still in shock when he realised what he'd said and she was laughing and practically walking away. "Well, g'night!" she was about to go into her dormitory door when she turned around and smiled at him and went in.
By the time Harry had gotten to sleep was around 4 o'clock, and he woke up the next day at around 9 because all his lessons were suspended for Thursday and Friday since the ball was on, and yet no one in the dormitory had woken. He went down to breakfast and found Hermione at the Gryffindor table. "Morning" Harry yawned. She looked up at him. "What time did you go to bed last night?" She persisted "Dunno." As he put some eggs into his plate and sat, Ron had come down. "We're allowed to go to Hogsmeade and get things for the ball! Just saw a notice" "Wonderful" Harry said in utter boredom "Great" Hermione said, as well, in utter boredom. "Why do you two seem so depressed?" "Well. I don't have a date and you took the only free girl I know-" "Hold it, you said you were ok about it mate"
"I am" "And I have nobody to go with either." "Well I do" Ron smiled "Well sure, you do, with that what's her name" Hermione exclaimed. "What's it to you if I go with her?" Ron was beginning to get annoyed, "Well it's obvious Harry likes her" Her voice was rising "And me well-" "Yes, and you?" Ron's voice had gotten louder as well. "Oh forget it" "No I want know, what's bugging you?" "Well" Hermione had now stood up "right at this moment it's you!" She grabbed a piece of toast and walked off. It occurred to Harry that he wasn't the only one annoyed by Ron's date. Harry disagreed to go with Ron to Hogsmeade, so he went with Ginny, Neville and Anya while Harry went off to the kitchens, "Dobby?" "Ah! Harry sir? Is Harry's Weasley all right?" "Huh? Oh yes he's fine, but I was wondering if I could borrow- well have a small basket of Tomatoes?" As he had said those words, in 5 seconds flat so many House elves had brought him tomatoes that he was quite impressed; at least they broke their record time. He went back to the common room and stood at the bottom of the staircases to Hermione's dormitory were he supposed she was. He bewitched the tomatoes to fly at the door, one by one, and splat right on it. After around 4 tomatoes had splatted the door he could her shouting and as it opened he let another one fly, but this time it did not splat the door, nor did it splat Hermione. "Anya? I'm so sorry!!!!! Aren't you supposed to be in Hogsmeade?" As she wiped it off, Harry pointed his wand at her and took it all off. "I didn't go because I wanted some peace and quiet, obviously I can't get that because Hermione is crying her eyes out, and you bat brain are throwing tomatoes at the door, and me!!! "Oh" She stormed back inside and he heard some more shouting, until Hermione came out. "Oh hi Harry" her eyes had gone a shade of red and it was obvious she had been crying. "Hermione, can I talk to you?" They went off to his dormitory, which was completely empty. "I kind of figured out you were upset about Ron?" "Oh don't-" She started to cry again, after she stopped she tried to talk but all he made out was. "Ron! She nice and yet, me no like, I don't understand, what have I not got?" "Oh." After 10 minutes Hermione had stopped crying completely and was, thank-fully, back to normal. "And he goes off with that girl, but I like her as a friend, and I don't know why he does go with her! It's obvious you like her, oh he's such an idiot!" "I don't like he-" "Oh come on Harry, you like her. And, I have no one to go with to the ball" "I would ask Herm, it's just that you're more of a best friend than a girl friend" "Oh I know, don't worry" She'd gotten up. "Oh look at the time, I think I should go and fix a few things. "Hold on, if you are upset about this, then why was Anya comforting you?" "Oh she was there by mistake, she was looking for Lavender, and they're cousins you know second I think, anyhow and she saw me." "Oh I see" "Harry you should ask her you know, you do realise that she has no feelings for Ron what so ever, it's just that he came up to her before she could think about anyone else" She smiled at him and walked out and left him there sitting on his bed. Well, he could talk to her; tell her how he feels about her, but what about Ron. Surely he's more important than a girl. It was around 6 o'clock when Harry had the nerve to walk up to Anya. She was sitting in the corner of the common room all by herself. "No wonder I never notice you" "I beg your pardon?" She lifted her head and looked at him. "I have been hit by tomatoes, haven't got a single ounce of homework done, and now you come here and criticise me on where I sit and whether you notice me or not?" His smile faded away. "What is your problem? It was a harmless joke, I was coming here to talk to you about something, jeeze no need to get all moody" "No Harry I'm sor- "Whatever" He was about to walk away when- "ARGH! Listen I don't care about your petty problems, I have a life of my own and I have things to do so get lost!" She slammed her book shut walked off, and in the process ended up pushing him. As he looked up at her when she was walking up the stairs he saw her wipe her eyes. All he wanted to do was tell her how he felt, and yet it turned out him arguing with her. How Wonderful.
It was a hard two days, but luckily they all got through it with out dieing, or killing each other, well- in a matter of speaking. "I don't care! I hate him! I have never hated anyone in my whole life as much as I hate that idiot!" Hermione was at the lunch table practically ready to throw the bowl of crisps at Ron. "For god sake Hermione! You keep biting our heads off over and over again! If he's being a pain complain to Mcgonagall not me! Or Harry we can't do anything about it! So just SHUT-UP!!!" Ron's ears had (yet again) gone red. Hermione had gotten so annoyed and angry by what he said, and yet she knew he was telling the truth so she sat down. "You didn't have to be so mean" Hermione said in a very low and quiet voice only them two could just hear. "Well I'm sick of it you know. Sometimes you can be such a stuck up idiot" Ron had gone back to writing his essay on Pectinues rocks for Defence against the dark arts and neither Hermione nor Ron spoke for the rest of what was left of the day. By the time dinner had passed, and it had become too windy to walk outside, they all returned to their common room. "I whine Ron" Hermione said under her breath while walking through the portrait hole. "Oh yes you do! You're just to perfect to realise it!" Ron had sat down by the fire and began to relax. After 5 long seconds they sat in silence and thank-fully Harry broke it. "I've just realised isn't the Ball in two days?" "Oh right yeah it is" Ron looked away from the fire and to Harry. Then he moved his head away as if very scared to ask a question. "Harry- um- can I ask something?" "Sure, what?" "Well. I was wondering.. You know. um." "Spit it out man" Harry laughed "You know that Anya girl?" "Yeah" Harry began to take notice on every word he was saying. "Do you like her?" "No! Of course not" Harry said his last two words in an utmost whisper while looking at the floor. Ron on the other hand was waiting to ask another question. "Are you sure?" "Yes- I'm.I'm. I'm sure" Ron sighed "Oh good, so it would be all right if I asked her?" * * *
* * She's not your girl friend. Harry thought to himself. Ron has every right to be with her. That's not true. YOU didn't ask her, you didn't admit it. Then why do I want her? Because you are a selfish person you think you're better than your best friend. No I don't! Just because your famous you'll think she likes you. By this time Harry had his head in his arms sitting in front of the fire with his legs up hunched in the corner of the coach. Ron and Hermione had both gone up to bed and it was past 2 o'clock by now and yet he wasn't tired. He was sitting there in silence until he heard footsteps; he lifted his head and looked round it was Anya she was picking up some books she had left. When she was standing straight again she noticed Harry was looking at her. "Oh!" Harry was still staring at her. She was wearing a light blue dressing gown with pink socks. As his eyes darted up and down, he noticed very little perfect thing about her. How one or two curls of that hazelnut brown hair would spring out when it was in a tight bun, and how her body was so slim and sleek and curvy. She was an angel to him eventhough she wasn't looking her best, no matter what she looked heavenly. As he brought his eyes back on to her face she was smiling, "I didn't realise you were still awake!" Her eyes were so beautiful; you could sit there for hours dozing off to wonder land looking into those mysterious jewels. And every eyelash in a wonderful little flick, and her lips so shiny and slender. "Why haven't you gone to bed? I had forgotten 3 books, you know clumsy me" He was about to answer, about to open his mouth but all that came out was. "I like chicken on a stick" He was still in shock when he realised what he'd said and she was laughing and practically walking away. "Well, g'night!" she was about to go into her dormitory door when she turned around and smiled at him and went in.
By the time Harry had gotten to sleep was around 4 o'clock, and he woke up the next day at around 9 because all his lessons were suspended for Thursday and Friday since the ball was on, and yet no one in the dormitory had woken. He went down to breakfast and found Hermione at the Gryffindor table. "Morning" Harry yawned. She looked up at him. "What time did you go to bed last night?" She persisted "Dunno." As he put some eggs into his plate and sat, Ron had come down. "We're allowed to go to Hogsmeade and get things for the ball! Just saw a notice" "Wonderful" Harry said in utter boredom "Great" Hermione said, as well, in utter boredom. "Why do you two seem so depressed?" "Well. I don't have a date and you took the only free girl I know-" "Hold it, you said you were ok about it mate"
"I am" "And I have nobody to go with either." "Well I do" Ron smiled "Well sure, you do, with that what's her name" Hermione exclaimed. "What's it to you if I go with her?" Ron was beginning to get annoyed, "Well it's obvious Harry likes her" Her voice was rising "And me well-" "Yes, and you?" Ron's voice had gotten louder as well. "Oh forget it" "No I want know, what's bugging you?" "Well" Hermione had now stood up "right at this moment it's you!" She grabbed a piece of toast and walked off. It occurred to Harry that he wasn't the only one annoyed by Ron's date. Harry disagreed to go with Ron to Hogsmeade, so he went with Ginny, Neville and Anya while Harry went off to the kitchens, "Dobby?" "Ah! Harry sir? Is Harry's Weasley all right?" "Huh? Oh yes he's fine, but I was wondering if I could borrow- well have a small basket of Tomatoes?" As he had said those words, in 5 seconds flat so many House elves had brought him tomatoes that he was quite impressed; at least they broke their record time. He went back to the common room and stood at the bottom of the staircases to Hermione's dormitory were he supposed she was. He bewitched the tomatoes to fly at the door, one by one, and splat right on it. After around 4 tomatoes had splatted the door he could her shouting and as it opened he let another one fly, but this time it did not splat the door, nor did it splat Hermione. "Anya? I'm so sorry!!!!! Aren't you supposed to be in Hogsmeade?" As she wiped it off, Harry pointed his wand at her and took it all off. "I didn't go because I wanted some peace and quiet, obviously I can't get that because Hermione is crying her eyes out, and you bat brain are throwing tomatoes at the door, and me!!! "Oh" She stormed back inside and he heard some more shouting, until Hermione came out. "Oh hi Harry" her eyes had gone a shade of red and it was obvious she had been crying. "Hermione, can I talk to you?" They went off to his dormitory, which was completely empty. "I kind of figured out you were upset about Ron?" "Oh don't-" She started to cry again, after she stopped she tried to talk but all he made out was. "Ron! She nice and yet, me no like, I don't understand, what have I not got?" "Oh." After 10 minutes Hermione had stopped crying completely and was, thank-fully, back to normal. "And he goes off with that girl, but I like her as a friend, and I don't know why he does go with her! It's obvious you like her, oh he's such an idiot!" "I don't like he-" "Oh come on Harry, you like her. And, I have no one to go with to the ball" "I would ask Herm, it's just that you're more of a best friend than a girl friend" "Oh I know, don't worry" She'd gotten up. "Oh look at the time, I think I should go and fix a few things. "Hold on, if you are upset about this, then why was Anya comforting you?" "Oh she was there by mistake, she was looking for Lavender, and they're cousins you know second I think, anyhow and she saw me." "Oh I see" "Harry you should ask her you know, you do realise that she has no feelings for Ron what so ever, it's just that he came up to her before she could think about anyone else" She smiled at him and walked out and left him there sitting on his bed. Well, he could talk to her; tell her how he feels about her, but what about Ron. Surely he's more important than a girl. It was around 6 o'clock when Harry had the nerve to walk up to Anya. She was sitting in the corner of the common room all by herself. "No wonder I never notice you" "I beg your pardon?" She lifted her head and looked at him. "I have been hit by tomatoes, haven't got a single ounce of homework done, and now you come here and criticise me on where I sit and whether you notice me or not?" His smile faded away. "What is your problem? It was a harmless joke, I was coming here to talk to you about something, jeeze no need to get all moody" "No Harry I'm sor- "Whatever" He was about to walk away when- "ARGH! Listen I don't care about your petty problems, I have a life of my own and I have things to do so get lost!" She slammed her book shut walked off, and in the process ended up pushing him. As he looked up at her when she was walking up the stairs he saw her wipe her eyes. All he wanted to do was tell her how he felt, and yet it turned out him arguing with her. How Wonderful.