Ch3
(A/N: there's one very very very minor OOTP thingy in the first paragraph) Enjoy chapter 3 and R & R plz!
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Since it was their seventh and last year at Hogwarts, Harry wanted to do something daring to make his last year memorable.
"Ron," he said. "Up for a little bit of fun before we leave school?"
"What, you mean what Fred and George did, taking off on their brooms?" asked Ron. "No, way!"
"Not that," said Harry exasperatedly. "How about brewing another Polyjuice Potion and sneaking around Malfoy again?"
Ron grinned evilly. Then, -
PHBBBFFFT.
* * * * *
During the Sorting Ceremony, Hermione found herself sneaking glances at the Slytherin table every now and then, looking for Malfoy. What am I doing?? Why am I looking for Malfoy?? Ew!
He's not "ew", said another voice in her head. You know you like him..
Hermione slapped herself again, and began to eat the food that had just appeared, to take her mind off things.
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Over at the Slytherin table, Malfoy was also sneaking glances at the Gryffindor Table. What has gotten into me? She's a Mudblood know-it-all, for heaven's sake! Then he spotted her, her eyes searching the Slytherin table. Then he saw her smack herself, and begin eating. Malfoy snorted. Weird girl. She's cute when she eats… he noted. Then he smacked himself, and began stuffing his face full of food. He also distinctly heard a "phbbffft" coming from the Gryffindor table.
* * * * *
Several days later, Harry and Ron were barricaded in a stall in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.
"I can't believe we're doing this," Harry muttered to no one in particular.
"It was your idea!" said Ron.
"I know, but this is just for fun. Last time we wanted to know if Malfoy was the Heir of Slytherin, remember?"
"Yeah…"
They had decided not to let Hermione in on what they were doing, in case she forbade them to do it because they didn't have a reason.
With much difficulty, Harry and Ron had managed to steal the necessary ingredients from Snape's office for the potion without getting caught.
"It'll be ready in three weeks," said Harry. "And please don't fart, it might ruin the potion."
* * * * *
That night, in the Gryffindor common room, everyone was excitedly talking about the upcoming dance. Earlier, a notice was posted up on the bulletin board that there would be a dance celebrating the beginning of a new school year.
"Great," muttered Ron. "A dance. Great. Just great. Great great great. Ugh."
"Stop being annoying," said Hermione.
"First of all, how am I being annoying?? All I said was that it's great that there's a dance. Second of all, - " Pphhbbfft.
Everyone evacuated from the common room.
"That's it, Ron," said Hermione. "I'm going to put a temporary charm on you so that when you fart, it will smell like strawberries. Scentoria !"
"I have a feeling that we're going to be surrounded by the smell of strawberries for a long, long time," Harry said.
*~*~*~*~*
There you have it! R & R! BYEZ
(A/N: there's one very very very minor OOTP thingy in the first paragraph) Enjoy chapter 3 and R & R plz!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Since it was their seventh and last year at Hogwarts, Harry wanted to do something daring to make his last year memorable.
"Ron," he said. "Up for a little bit of fun before we leave school?"
"What, you mean what Fred and George did, taking off on their brooms?" asked Ron. "No, way!"
"Not that," said Harry exasperatedly. "How about brewing another Polyjuice Potion and sneaking around Malfoy again?"
Ron grinned evilly. Then, -
PHBBBFFFT.
* * * * *
During the Sorting Ceremony, Hermione found herself sneaking glances at the Slytherin table every now and then, looking for Malfoy. What am I doing?? Why am I looking for Malfoy?? Ew!
He's not "ew", said another voice in her head. You know you like him..
Hermione slapped herself again, and began to eat the food that had just appeared, to take her mind off things.
* * * * *
Over at the Slytherin table, Malfoy was also sneaking glances at the Gryffindor Table. What has gotten into me? She's a Mudblood know-it-all, for heaven's sake! Then he spotted her, her eyes searching the Slytherin table. Then he saw her smack herself, and begin eating. Malfoy snorted. Weird girl. She's cute when she eats… he noted. Then he smacked himself, and began stuffing his face full of food. He also distinctly heard a "phbbffft" coming from the Gryffindor table.
* * * * *
Several days later, Harry and Ron were barricaded in a stall in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.
"I can't believe we're doing this," Harry muttered to no one in particular.
"It was your idea!" said Ron.
"I know, but this is just for fun. Last time we wanted to know if Malfoy was the Heir of Slytherin, remember?"
"Yeah…"
They had decided not to let Hermione in on what they were doing, in case she forbade them to do it because they didn't have a reason.
With much difficulty, Harry and Ron had managed to steal the necessary ingredients from Snape's office for the potion without getting caught.
"It'll be ready in three weeks," said Harry. "And please don't fart, it might ruin the potion."
* * * * *
That night, in the Gryffindor common room, everyone was excitedly talking about the upcoming dance. Earlier, a notice was posted up on the bulletin board that there would be a dance celebrating the beginning of a new school year.
"Great," muttered Ron. "A dance. Great. Just great. Great great great. Ugh."
"Stop being annoying," said Hermione.
"First of all, how am I being annoying?? All I said was that it's great that there's a dance. Second of all, - " Pphhbbfft.
Everyone evacuated from the common room.
"That's it, Ron," said Hermione. "I'm going to put a temporary charm on you so that when you fart, it will smell like strawberries. Scentoria !"
"I have a feeling that we're going to be surrounded by the smell of strawberries for a long, long time," Harry said.
*~*~*~*~*
There you have it! R & R! BYEZ