Secrets-Chapter2-Where in the Hell did this come from? How do we react to
this?
Wednesday, nine-fifty, "See ya, Ron."
"Where are you going, Harry?"
"Hermione's going to tutor me in Arithmancy, before I fail it."
"Have fun... studying, your gonna be bored to death."
"Shut up, Ron, I'm actually taking classes, unlike someone I know, hmm, who?"
"You spen way to much time with Hermione."
"Why thank you."
"See ya, tomorrow, probably."
Harry went through the protrait of Gryfindor, saying the password, "Padfoot," and through the passages to Hermione's door, and knocked, "Come in," Hermione called.
"Hi Harry, ready?"
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be."
"Okay, do you have any of your assignments?"
"Yeah, I have everything."
After several hours of Harry working on problems and Hermione going over them with him, something happened. There both sitting there going over a problem, when BANG there kissing! No scratch that, snogging, making out! Luckily they had they had been smart enough, when it had started to get late, to put up a silencing charm, so nothing inside could be heard on the outside.
After who knows how long (If they'd pay attention to clocks they would have known, but they aren't and why would you after something like what just happened, happened?) they finally came to there senses and jumped away from each other.
'OH MY GOD!!!!' Both thought and stared at eachother, for what seemed like an eternity, before Harry started to ramble, "Um, uh Hermione, I a why No, um uh I uh."
Hermione finally found her voice, "What is it, Harry?" Besides the fact we just kissed, flashed through her brain.
"Sorry."
"Why?"
"I don't know, I don't know."
"What do we do now?"
"I uh... We can't tell anyone," he said, after thinking, 'No one can know, if everyone knows, Voldemort will hurt her, I can't let anything happen to her, I... she's my best friend... I...' she nodded, but looked dissapointed. "But that doesn't mean we can't do this again, right? We could be in secret..."
"But why would you want anyone to know, we are just friends," she said bitterly.
"No! But I uh,,, I can't describe it."
"Describe what?"
"This feeling, I have... I don't know what it is."
:"I know what you mean."
"No one can know.... if he found out he'd kill you... I can't let that happen."
"Is that why no one can know?"
"Yeah."
"It's not because your repulsed by me?"
"Why would I hate anything about you I lo... like everything sabout you."
"I like yu too."
"Will you be my girlfriend, in secret? No one can ever know, until he's gone."
"Yes, but how will we hide?"
"We act like we do everyday."
"But meet secretly at night, most likely here, in my room?"
"If it works for you?"
"Yeah, we can just never forget to put up silencing charms."
"And you'll be tutoring me a lot."
"Why?"
"So, we can have a reason, why we're together in the middle of the night and he can't accuse us of anything."
"He, meaning Ron?"
"Yeah."
"It will be funny, him trying to get us together, when we actually are."
"I know, but if he continues to try to get us together, we can't let anything out, become public."
"Yeah, I..."
"You what?"
"I don't know."
"Well, then I don't know either, whoa it's almost three, you should probably be getting back."
"Yeah, good night." After kissing eachother goodnight. Harry grabbed his books and made his way back to his dorm, collapsing into a wonderful sleep.
"HARRY, HARRY, HARRY, WAKE UP HARRY, HARRY WAKE UP."
Harry slowly opened his eyes and blinked around blindly, "Wha," yawn," what is it?"
"You need to get up, breakfast, classes."
"Right."
"Late night?"
"Yeah and again tonight after practice."
"Will you ever sleep?"
"Yeah, lunch, breaks, breakfast, I'll get by."
"Or go bonkers?"
"Nagh-maybe, something like that."
"Well I'm going to head down."
"Alright then."
'Why is Harry so damn cheerful?' Ron thought as he went down to the Great Hall for breakfast and sat across from a tired looking Hermione.
"How late did you guys stay up, it took me ten minutes to wake him up, but he was happy as hell, did he make progress?"
"Yeah some, we're going to go through everything till he gets," yawn, "it."
'Oww, she's really tired, I'll spring it on her, "Do you like Harry?"
"What? He's my best friend, of course I like him."
"No as more then friends?"
"Ron, shut up."
"Come on?"
"Will you ever give up?"
"Only if you grt together, or if one of you dies."
"Your evil."
"Who died?" asked Harry as he sat next to Hermione.
"Ron's not giving up till one of us dies."
"Give upon what?"
"Attempting to get us together."
"And why would he do that?"
"I was wondering the same thing." Both were internally laughing their heads off, in their heads, if that makes any sense.
"God your hopeless, I hate you, both of you," Ron said, before stalking off to meet Blaise.
Harry leaned over and whispered, "This should be an interesting year."
"Yeah, and I don't blame him, we really were being gits," she whispered back.
"And everyone'll get to think that till 'he's' gone," he whispered back.
"What are you two whispering about?" Ginny piped in from across the table.
"Your insane git of a brother," Harry answered.
"Which one?"
"There's more then one?"
"Yeah, Fred, George, Ro."
"Yeah, that one, always trying to set us up," Hermione replied.
"Are you both sure he doesn't have the right idea?"
"Absolutely," Hermione answered, at the same time Harry said, "Not you, too."
"You guys should give up already."
"Why would we give up on two thick gits, such as yourselves?"
"Cause your insane?"
"Maybe, but I think not, your just both too thick to realize it yet."
"That's nice," Hermione replied.
"Ugh," and she stalked out of the hall.
"What's up with those Weasley's and stalking off today?" Harry asked aloud.
"Who knows, " Hermione answered.
Many around them who heard the conversation were laughing or talking , joking amongst themselves about the preceding conversation, debate, now.
How'd ya like that? This story will only get crazier,heehee.. Review please, thanks.
Chapter 3 is called 'Opinions and the plan.' partly written, will try to post by friday.
Wednesday, nine-fifty, "See ya, Ron."
"Where are you going, Harry?"
"Hermione's going to tutor me in Arithmancy, before I fail it."
"Have fun... studying, your gonna be bored to death."
"Shut up, Ron, I'm actually taking classes, unlike someone I know, hmm, who?"
"You spen way to much time with Hermione."
"Why thank you."
"See ya, tomorrow, probably."
Harry went through the protrait of Gryfindor, saying the password, "Padfoot," and through the passages to Hermione's door, and knocked, "Come in," Hermione called.
"Hi Harry, ready?"
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be."
"Okay, do you have any of your assignments?"
"Yeah, I have everything."
After several hours of Harry working on problems and Hermione going over them with him, something happened. There both sitting there going over a problem, when BANG there kissing! No scratch that, snogging, making out! Luckily they had they had been smart enough, when it had started to get late, to put up a silencing charm, so nothing inside could be heard on the outside.
After who knows how long (If they'd pay attention to clocks they would have known, but they aren't and why would you after something like what just happened, happened?) they finally came to there senses and jumped away from each other.
'OH MY GOD!!!!' Both thought and stared at eachother, for what seemed like an eternity, before Harry started to ramble, "Um, uh Hermione, I a why No, um uh I uh."
Hermione finally found her voice, "What is it, Harry?" Besides the fact we just kissed, flashed through her brain.
"Sorry."
"Why?"
"I don't know, I don't know."
"What do we do now?"
"I uh... We can't tell anyone," he said, after thinking, 'No one can know, if everyone knows, Voldemort will hurt her, I can't let anything happen to her, I... she's my best friend... I...' she nodded, but looked dissapointed. "But that doesn't mean we can't do this again, right? We could be in secret..."
"But why would you want anyone to know, we are just friends," she said bitterly.
"No! But I uh,,, I can't describe it."
"Describe what?"
"This feeling, I have... I don't know what it is."
:"I know what you mean."
"No one can know.... if he found out he'd kill you... I can't let that happen."
"Is that why no one can know?"
"Yeah."
"It's not because your repulsed by me?"
"Why would I hate anything about you I lo... like everything sabout you."
"I like yu too."
"Will you be my girlfriend, in secret? No one can ever know, until he's gone."
"Yes, but how will we hide?"
"We act like we do everyday."
"But meet secretly at night, most likely here, in my room?"
"If it works for you?"
"Yeah, we can just never forget to put up silencing charms."
"And you'll be tutoring me a lot."
"Why?"
"So, we can have a reason, why we're together in the middle of the night and he can't accuse us of anything."
"He, meaning Ron?"
"Yeah."
"It will be funny, him trying to get us together, when we actually are."
"I know, but if he continues to try to get us together, we can't let anything out, become public."
"Yeah, I..."
"You what?"
"I don't know."
"Well, then I don't know either, whoa it's almost three, you should probably be getting back."
"Yeah, good night." After kissing eachother goodnight. Harry grabbed his books and made his way back to his dorm, collapsing into a wonderful sleep.
"HARRY, HARRY, HARRY, WAKE UP HARRY, HARRY WAKE UP."
Harry slowly opened his eyes and blinked around blindly, "Wha," yawn," what is it?"
"You need to get up, breakfast, classes."
"Right."
"Late night?"
"Yeah and again tonight after practice."
"Will you ever sleep?"
"Yeah, lunch, breaks, breakfast, I'll get by."
"Or go bonkers?"
"Nagh-maybe, something like that."
"Well I'm going to head down."
"Alright then."
'Why is Harry so damn cheerful?' Ron thought as he went down to the Great Hall for breakfast and sat across from a tired looking Hermione.
"How late did you guys stay up, it took me ten minutes to wake him up, but he was happy as hell, did he make progress?"
"Yeah some, we're going to go through everything till he gets," yawn, "it."
'Oww, she's really tired, I'll spring it on her, "Do you like Harry?"
"What? He's my best friend, of course I like him."
"No as more then friends?"
"Ron, shut up."
"Come on?"
"Will you ever give up?"
"Only if you grt together, or if one of you dies."
"Your evil."
"Who died?" asked Harry as he sat next to Hermione.
"Ron's not giving up till one of us dies."
"Give upon what?"
"Attempting to get us together."
"And why would he do that?"
"I was wondering the same thing." Both were internally laughing their heads off, in their heads, if that makes any sense.
"God your hopeless, I hate you, both of you," Ron said, before stalking off to meet Blaise.
Harry leaned over and whispered, "This should be an interesting year."
"Yeah, and I don't blame him, we really were being gits," she whispered back.
"And everyone'll get to think that till 'he's' gone," he whispered back.
"What are you two whispering about?" Ginny piped in from across the table.
"Your insane git of a brother," Harry answered.
"Which one?"
"There's more then one?"
"Yeah, Fred, George, Ro."
"Yeah, that one, always trying to set us up," Hermione replied.
"Are you both sure he doesn't have the right idea?"
"Absolutely," Hermione answered, at the same time Harry said, "Not you, too."
"You guys should give up already."
"Why would we give up on two thick gits, such as yourselves?"
"Cause your insane?"
"Maybe, but I think not, your just both too thick to realize it yet."
"That's nice," Hermione replied.
"Ugh," and she stalked out of the hall.
"What's up with those Weasley's and stalking off today?" Harry asked aloud.
"Who knows, " Hermione answered.
Many around them who heard the conversation were laughing or talking , joking amongst themselves about the preceding conversation, debate, now.
How'd ya like that? This story will only get crazier,heehee.. Review please, thanks.
Chapter 3 is called 'Opinions and the plan.' partly written, will try to post by friday.