Hermione was extremely happy when Harry asked if she would be his partner
in Potion's class. The two sat on stools at their desks, leaned over a
bubbling cauldron. Hermione had a good opportunity to ask him about the
other night, but she wasn't taking it.
"Okay. So now we put in 3 pints of dragon blood." Harry said to no one in particular, mostly to himself. He picked up the vile of blood and poured it, smoothly into the cauldron. Hermione watched as a light erupted from it for a split second and lit up Harry's face momentarily. Then the cauldron sputtered, and became bubbly again. Hermione cleared her throat.
"So, Harry. Who? What? Uh." She couldn't bring herself to ask him. He stared at her like she was a nutter.
"Huh?" He asked, pouring in some more ingredients. Hermione shrugged. She picked up a vile of dew, and poured it in. She looked like she was concentrating on the potion, but her mind was somewhere else. * Hermione found Ron later that day during their break hour. He was outside on a bench in the courtyard, highly engrossed in his Chuddly Cannon's Picture Book. Hermione took a deep breath, and walked over.
"Hey Ron." She said. Ron jumped, and his book went flying. It landed at Hermione's feet. She laughed and sat down beside him, handing the book back to him. He graciously took it and put it away in his nap sack.
"Hey Herms." Ron murmured, highly embarrassed about what had just happened.
"Ron, I need you to tell me all you know about. Well, about Harry and that girl. Remember? We were discussing it earlier today." Ron nodded, and stared off into the distance.
"I don't really know any more about her than you do. Maybe you should just ask Harry yourself. All I know is it's some girl he met at Quidditch practice. He never really talks about her to me. Actually," Ron added thoughtfully, picking up a flower, and plucking off the petals. "He doesn't talk to me at all anymore." He had a look of disappointment on his face. He sighed.
Hermione took the flower from Ron, and picked off the last remaining petal. Secretly, she had been playing "He loves me, he loves me not." while Ron was plucking it. She smiled as she pulled off the petal, and inside she told herself "He loves you." Ron stared at her and the flower.
"What are you smiling about?" But Hermione ignored him, and placed the stem of a flower in her hair. She then walked off, a slight bounce in her step. Ron stared after her like she was crazy. *
"Okay. So now we put in 3 pints of dragon blood." Harry said to no one in particular, mostly to himself. He picked up the vile of blood and poured it, smoothly into the cauldron. Hermione watched as a light erupted from it for a split second and lit up Harry's face momentarily. Then the cauldron sputtered, and became bubbly again. Hermione cleared her throat.
"So, Harry. Who? What? Uh." She couldn't bring herself to ask him. He stared at her like she was a nutter.
"Huh?" He asked, pouring in some more ingredients. Hermione shrugged. She picked up a vile of dew, and poured it in. She looked like she was concentrating on the potion, but her mind was somewhere else. * Hermione found Ron later that day during their break hour. He was outside on a bench in the courtyard, highly engrossed in his Chuddly Cannon's Picture Book. Hermione took a deep breath, and walked over.
"Hey Ron." She said. Ron jumped, and his book went flying. It landed at Hermione's feet. She laughed and sat down beside him, handing the book back to him. He graciously took it and put it away in his nap sack.
"Hey Herms." Ron murmured, highly embarrassed about what had just happened.
"Ron, I need you to tell me all you know about. Well, about Harry and that girl. Remember? We were discussing it earlier today." Ron nodded, and stared off into the distance.
"I don't really know any more about her than you do. Maybe you should just ask Harry yourself. All I know is it's some girl he met at Quidditch practice. He never really talks about her to me. Actually," Ron added thoughtfully, picking up a flower, and plucking off the petals. "He doesn't talk to me at all anymore." He had a look of disappointment on his face. He sighed.
Hermione took the flower from Ron, and picked off the last remaining petal. Secretly, she had been playing "He loves me, he loves me not." while Ron was plucking it. She smiled as she pulled off the petal, and inside she told herself "He loves you." Ron stared at her and the flower.
"What are you smiling about?" But Hermione ignored him, and placed the stem of a flower in her hair. She then walked off, a slight bounce in her step. Ron stared after her like she was crazy. *