The weather conditions were perfect for quidditch. Blue skies, slight breeze, and a temperature of around 75 degrees. Harry sighed. Oh how he longed to get out his firebolt, and fly around the quidditch pitch again. But considering it was only the second day, he would have to wait a little while. Ron was walking down to the common room with him, all the way exclaiming how he wished that Snape was finally gone and that we wouldn't have to put up with him anymore.
".....I mean, he wasn't at the staff table. Maybe he was killed by you-know-who," Ron said.
Harry thought about it. "Wouldn't Dumbledore have told us?"
Ron didn't have anything to say about that. He scowled the rest of the way down. When they got to the Gryffindor common room, they saw Hermoine waiting for them. Harry's heart did a little flip flop and his palms began to sweat. She smiled when she saw them and butterflies invaded his stomach. This was odd. He only felt this way when he was around Cho. He can't have feelings for Hermoine, he just can't. Ron's face brightened up and he couldn't stop grinning. Hermoine ran towards them.
"Hello Ron," she said and kissed him on the the cheek.
He blushed crimson."Hey Hermoine."
"Morning, Harry," she said brightly.
Harry's heart did another flip flop. She had spoken to him! She talks to you all the time you idiot, a voice said.
"Hi," he said.
"Well, c'mon! I'm famished," she said gesturing for them to follow. They trailed after her all the way to the Great Hall. Just outside the hall, Cho was talking to some of her friends. He found it was odd that his heart wasn't doing somersaults in his chest. She spotted him and waved.
"Um.....we'll see you inside, Harry," Hermoine said dragging Ron into the Great Hall with her. Ron clearly had a look of confusion, but did not object to Hermoine's hand in his. Harry nodded. Cho started towards him.
"Hi, Harry," she said shyly. She kissed him lightly. Harry felt nothing but her lips on his. No rush of emotion. Nothing. What was wrong with him? The most beautiful girl in school was kissing him and he felt nothing. She pulled back slightly. "I haven't seen you since the train ride."
He shrugged, "I've been busy." She searched his eyes, and frowned.
"Is something wrong?" she asked concerned, while she slipped her hand into his.
He shook his head nervously. "Wrong? Why would anything be wrong?"
She shrugged. "You just seem on edge, is all."
"I guess I'm just hungry."
"Hmm.......yeah, me too." She grinned. They walked into the Great Hall, hand in hand.
When they were inside, Harry turned to her and said, "So...um...I'll talk to you later." He headed for the Gryffindor table and left her standing there. She frowned again and started toward her friends at the Ravenclaw table. Harry sat down next to Ron, who was following Cho with his eyes.
He looked at Harry. "Why didn't you sit with Cho?"
"Why would I?" he replied reaching for a blueberry muffin.
Hermoine's brow creased. "She's your girlfriend and you sat next to her for most of last year." Her eyes widened. "You didn't break up with her, did you?" Ron eyed him incredulously.
"What? No, of course not. I just felt like sitting here. Besides, they're handing out schedules today and I don't want to miss mine." he said lamely.
"I'm sure McGonagall would be able to find you at the Ravenclaw table," she pressed. Harry shrugged and stuffed the muffin in his mouth so he wouldn't have to talk anymore. He got his schedule and looked up where he would be today. He and Hermoine groaned.
"Double potions today." she spoke for him. Ron grinned. He had dropped Potions when he didn't get the O.W.L.
"So you guys can tell me whether Snape is really gone." He looked over the staff table again, and Snape still wasn't there.
Harry swallowed his muffin. "What do you have today?"
"Divination," Ron grimaced.
"Well I need to get my things. Potions starts in half an hour and I don't want to be late," Hermoine said getting up.
"Yeah, me too," Harry said following her out. Ron stuffed another piece of bacon into his mouth as they left the Great Hall together. "So...." he said trying to think of something to start a conversation with. He never had trouble talking to Hermoine before. "Do you really think Snape is gone?"
She sighed. "As much as I would like him to be, I don't think so." She smiled at him. "That would be too perfect." Harry had the urge to say that she was too perfect but held it back. You have a girlfriend. Stop thinking about Hermoine. Hmmm......Cho has beautiful black hair. He looked at Hermoine's bushy brown hair. He wanted to run his fingers through it.
"Are you okay?" she asked snapping him back to reality.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"
She shrugged. "You've just been acting weird today." She turned to go to the girls corridor and Harry watched her go. Hair swishing against her back, hips swaying slightly. It's funny how he had never noticed how pretty she was before. He sighed inwardly and started towards his corridors. When he got there, he collapsed on the bed and closed his eyes. I could just stay here forever, he thought. His head was throbbing with all the thoughts swimming through his head. He was seriously considering ditching potions when he realized that we would leave Hermoine all by herself. He couldn't do that. So he grabbed his things and made a dash for the common room. She was standing there looking worried.
She smiled gratefully when she saw him. "Thank Merlin! I thought you weren't going to show up!" Before Harry could apologize, Hermoine grabbed his hand and started dragging him through the halls. Her hand felt warm and soft. He wanted to entwine his own fingers through hers, but restrained himself. She let go of his hand just outside the dungeons, and he longed to have her hand back in his, and he felt a tiny frown creep across his face. They were only a couple minutes early, but were surprised to see that the class was extremely small, only consisting of about fifteen or twenty students from all the houses.
"I see you didn't bring the Weasel with you," came a slow drawl from behind them. They turned around to see Draco Malfoy staring daggers in their direction.
"I see you don't have you two bodyguards with you. No surprise there," Hermoine shot back. Draco scowled
"Take your seats class." Harry and Hermoine winced at his voice. Malfoy smirked. They swiveled around to face the front of the classroom only to see a very cruel, very alive Snape glaring back at them. They took their seats and suffered through two hours of Snape barking orders at them and taking away house points that they hadn't even earned yet. All in all, they were extremely exhausted by the time it was over, even more so when they thought about the essay he had assigned.
"I can't believe him!" Hermoine seethed, "I try to answer one of his ridiculous questions and he won't even listen to the answer! He is just as wretched as he was last year!"
Harry grinned at her temper. "And the year before that. Oh, and the one before that. What about the one before that? Was he nice? No, I think he was still terrible be around."
She grinned in spite of herself, "I get the point." They met Ron in the hallway.
"What are you two grinning about? Snape actually gone?!" he asked excitedly.
"No he's still there." they said together.
"How was Divination?" Harry asked.
"Just as boring as ever." he replied glumly.
"Why do you still take that rubbish, Ron?"
He shrugged. "What else is there?" Seeing the look on her face, he knew she was going to go on for hours about Muggle Studies or Ancient Runes. "Never mind, don't answer that."
"But-" she started. He stopped her with a simple kiss. Harry felt a pang of jealousy stab through his heart. He wanted to yank Ron away from her by his collar and scream 'Stay off of her! She's mine!'
Hermoine grinned and said, "You can't do that every time I try to tell you something you don't want to hear."
"Why not?" he asked mockingly innocent. Harry rolled his eyes as his two best friends grinned stupidly at each other.
The rest of the day went about the same way. They had Transfiguration together in which they were given another couple pounds of homework. Back in his room which he shared with other fellow Gryffindor 6th years, having not completed any of his homework, Harry collapsed on his bed, fully clothed. Exhausted as he was, he tossed and turned for another half an hour going through all his dellemas in his head over and over again. Slowly, and after he could hear the slight snores from the beds around him, Harry drifted off to sleep.
".....I mean, he wasn't at the staff table. Maybe he was killed by you-know-who," Ron said.
Harry thought about it. "Wouldn't Dumbledore have told us?"
Ron didn't have anything to say about that. He scowled the rest of the way down. When they got to the Gryffindor common room, they saw Hermoine waiting for them. Harry's heart did a little flip flop and his palms began to sweat. She smiled when she saw them and butterflies invaded his stomach. This was odd. He only felt this way when he was around Cho. He can't have feelings for Hermoine, he just can't. Ron's face brightened up and he couldn't stop grinning. Hermoine ran towards them.
"Hello Ron," she said and kissed him on the the cheek.
He blushed crimson."Hey Hermoine."
"Morning, Harry," she said brightly.
Harry's heart did another flip flop. She had spoken to him! She talks to you all the time you idiot, a voice said.
"Hi," he said.
"Well, c'mon! I'm famished," she said gesturing for them to follow. They trailed after her all the way to the Great Hall. Just outside the hall, Cho was talking to some of her friends. He found it was odd that his heart wasn't doing somersaults in his chest. She spotted him and waved.
"Um.....we'll see you inside, Harry," Hermoine said dragging Ron into the Great Hall with her. Ron clearly had a look of confusion, but did not object to Hermoine's hand in his. Harry nodded. Cho started towards him.
"Hi, Harry," she said shyly. She kissed him lightly. Harry felt nothing but her lips on his. No rush of emotion. Nothing. What was wrong with him? The most beautiful girl in school was kissing him and he felt nothing. She pulled back slightly. "I haven't seen you since the train ride."
He shrugged, "I've been busy." She searched his eyes, and frowned.
"Is something wrong?" she asked concerned, while she slipped her hand into his.
He shook his head nervously. "Wrong? Why would anything be wrong?"
She shrugged. "You just seem on edge, is all."
"I guess I'm just hungry."
"Hmm.......yeah, me too." She grinned. They walked into the Great Hall, hand in hand.
When they were inside, Harry turned to her and said, "So...um...I'll talk to you later." He headed for the Gryffindor table and left her standing there. She frowned again and started toward her friends at the Ravenclaw table. Harry sat down next to Ron, who was following Cho with his eyes.
He looked at Harry. "Why didn't you sit with Cho?"
"Why would I?" he replied reaching for a blueberry muffin.
Hermoine's brow creased. "She's your girlfriend and you sat next to her for most of last year." Her eyes widened. "You didn't break up with her, did you?" Ron eyed him incredulously.
"What? No, of course not. I just felt like sitting here. Besides, they're handing out schedules today and I don't want to miss mine." he said lamely.
"I'm sure McGonagall would be able to find you at the Ravenclaw table," she pressed. Harry shrugged and stuffed the muffin in his mouth so he wouldn't have to talk anymore. He got his schedule and looked up where he would be today. He and Hermoine groaned.
"Double potions today." she spoke for him. Ron grinned. He had dropped Potions when he didn't get the O.W.L.
"So you guys can tell me whether Snape is really gone." He looked over the staff table again, and Snape still wasn't there.
Harry swallowed his muffin. "What do you have today?"
"Divination," Ron grimaced.
"Well I need to get my things. Potions starts in half an hour and I don't want to be late," Hermoine said getting up.
"Yeah, me too," Harry said following her out. Ron stuffed another piece of bacon into his mouth as they left the Great Hall together. "So...." he said trying to think of something to start a conversation with. He never had trouble talking to Hermoine before. "Do you really think Snape is gone?"
She sighed. "As much as I would like him to be, I don't think so." She smiled at him. "That would be too perfect." Harry had the urge to say that she was too perfect but held it back. You have a girlfriend. Stop thinking about Hermoine. Hmmm......Cho has beautiful black hair. He looked at Hermoine's bushy brown hair. He wanted to run his fingers through it.
"Are you okay?" she asked snapping him back to reality.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"
She shrugged. "You've just been acting weird today." She turned to go to the girls corridor and Harry watched her go. Hair swishing against her back, hips swaying slightly. It's funny how he had never noticed how pretty she was before. He sighed inwardly and started towards his corridors. When he got there, he collapsed on the bed and closed his eyes. I could just stay here forever, he thought. His head was throbbing with all the thoughts swimming through his head. He was seriously considering ditching potions when he realized that we would leave Hermoine all by herself. He couldn't do that. So he grabbed his things and made a dash for the common room. She was standing there looking worried.
She smiled gratefully when she saw him. "Thank Merlin! I thought you weren't going to show up!" Before Harry could apologize, Hermoine grabbed his hand and started dragging him through the halls. Her hand felt warm and soft. He wanted to entwine his own fingers through hers, but restrained himself. She let go of his hand just outside the dungeons, and he longed to have her hand back in his, and he felt a tiny frown creep across his face. They were only a couple minutes early, but were surprised to see that the class was extremely small, only consisting of about fifteen or twenty students from all the houses.
"I see you didn't bring the Weasel with you," came a slow drawl from behind them. They turned around to see Draco Malfoy staring daggers in their direction.
"I see you don't have you two bodyguards with you. No surprise there," Hermoine shot back. Draco scowled
"Take your seats class." Harry and Hermoine winced at his voice. Malfoy smirked. They swiveled around to face the front of the classroom only to see a very cruel, very alive Snape glaring back at them. They took their seats and suffered through two hours of Snape barking orders at them and taking away house points that they hadn't even earned yet. All in all, they were extremely exhausted by the time it was over, even more so when they thought about the essay he had assigned.
"I can't believe him!" Hermoine seethed, "I try to answer one of his ridiculous questions and he won't even listen to the answer! He is just as wretched as he was last year!"
Harry grinned at her temper. "And the year before that. Oh, and the one before that. What about the one before that? Was he nice? No, I think he was still terrible be around."
She grinned in spite of herself, "I get the point." They met Ron in the hallway.
"What are you two grinning about? Snape actually gone?!" he asked excitedly.
"No he's still there." they said together.
"How was Divination?" Harry asked.
"Just as boring as ever." he replied glumly.
"Why do you still take that rubbish, Ron?"
He shrugged. "What else is there?" Seeing the look on her face, he knew she was going to go on for hours about Muggle Studies or Ancient Runes. "Never mind, don't answer that."
"But-" she started. He stopped her with a simple kiss. Harry felt a pang of jealousy stab through his heart. He wanted to yank Ron away from her by his collar and scream 'Stay off of her! She's mine!'
Hermoine grinned and said, "You can't do that every time I try to tell you something you don't want to hear."
"Why not?" he asked mockingly innocent. Harry rolled his eyes as his two best friends grinned stupidly at each other.
The rest of the day went about the same way. They had Transfiguration together in which they were given another couple pounds of homework. Back in his room which he shared with other fellow Gryffindor 6th years, having not completed any of his homework, Harry collapsed on his bed, fully clothed. Exhausted as he was, he tossed and turned for another half an hour going through all his dellemas in his head over and over again. Slowly, and after he could hear the slight snores from the beds around him, Harry drifted off to sleep.