Alright this is all for you Constance Malfoy baby. I never thought of
making up weird couples but...hehe I'VE GOT THE POWER! I'll see what I can
pull out of my ass. Even though I only got one review, I'm going to write
just because I hate to read stories and then they are never finished. It's
so unprofessional. Seeing as though I'm an expert and all. Also I'd just
like to show all you younguns' how to write at my level (which I'm proud to
say is at the 6th grade level). So here goes!
Chapter 2
Harry entered into the Defense of Dark Arts class slowly. He was the first one in. The new teacher Professor Pumple was sitting at her desk looking over her lesson plan for the day. He sat down quietly and took out his book.
"Oh Harry I didn't see you come in!", said Professor Pumple suddenly. Harry jerked his head up and looked at her. She was a petite woman of about 40. She was very erratic at times especially when teaching. Joanna Pumple replaced Dolores Umbridge during Harry's sixth year and she was very interested in the Dark Arts. She believed it was an important subject that routinely got overlooked. "Harry I want to show you this new book that was just published!" Harry got up and made his way over to her desk. Professor Pumple smiled and handed him a large black book with a gold inscription that said: EXTENSIVE DARK ARTS FOR TOP PERFORMING WIZARDS. Harry ran his hand over the letters and at that precise moment his scar began to softly sear. Harry dropped the book and looked at the Professor.
"Now I know it's a good book!", she said softly. "Your scar is hurting isn't it Harry"
"How did you know?", he asked in a confused voice.
"After 20 years in this profession you begin to notice the darkest ways of magic. I know your story well Harry and I believe that Dumbledore's hypothesis about your scar is correct. What you just felt was most likely a result of 'You Know Who's' ire. That book is a danger to him and he knows it. There is only one problem; this is my only copy so I would like you to take it and read it. It will help you immensely". Professor Pumple stressed her last sentence. At that moment the door flung open and his fellow Gryffindors filed in.
* * *
That night in the Gryffindor tower Harry sat in his large comfy armchair by the fire. He was exhausted from classes. It was late and he was all alone. Suddenly the portrait swung opened and Hermione stepped in. Harry looked at her and before he could even ask, she answered him.
"Just catching up on a little reading. I've barely had enough time for pleasure reading with N.E.W.T.s coming so fast." Hermione plopped down onto the armchair next to him. The fire danced off their faces as they sat there silently.
"Hermione...are you ever... not sure of your future, well of course you aren't, I mean are you not sure of what you want to do with your life", Harry said after a long period of silence.
"Of course I am. That's a very natural feeling!", Hermione said consolingly. "But I just knew, when we were in our fifth year, that the wizarding world needs a reliable source that will give only true facts instead of opinions and skewed information. I'm still scared though, just because I know it will be a long time until I reach my goal. I know you want to be an auror Harry and I think that's wonderful. You know you will have to work harder than ever now though. This is crunch time"
"Yeah...", Harry replied. Suddenly, as if it had been waiting for a long time, a single tear quickly made its way down Harry's cheek. Another followed and soon his face was almost completely wet.
"Harry! What's wrong Harry!" Hermione cried. She grabbed his shoulders to make him face her. He blankly stared ahead as if she was not even there. He was embarrassed for crying in front of her. She grabbed his head and held it to her chest. She caressed his back as his tears fell on to her robes leaving an expanding wet spot. "Oh Harry I wish I could make your pain go away". Harry limply hung in Hermione's arms. They felt their chests rise and fall at the same time as they were pressed together. Harry and Hermione stayed in the armchair that night with Harry lying in Hermione's arms. When Hermione woke the next morning, there was no trace of Harry except for the damp spot on her robes.
A/N: Well this is my second installment. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm still trying to figure out an odd couple but I'll know once I get to that point. With that, I'm off to go get an umbrella surgically installed in my hand so I will be prepared for this monsoon season.
Chapter 2
Harry entered into the Defense of Dark Arts class slowly. He was the first one in. The new teacher Professor Pumple was sitting at her desk looking over her lesson plan for the day. He sat down quietly and took out his book.
"Oh Harry I didn't see you come in!", said Professor Pumple suddenly. Harry jerked his head up and looked at her. She was a petite woman of about 40. She was very erratic at times especially when teaching. Joanna Pumple replaced Dolores Umbridge during Harry's sixth year and she was very interested in the Dark Arts. She believed it was an important subject that routinely got overlooked. "Harry I want to show you this new book that was just published!" Harry got up and made his way over to her desk. Professor Pumple smiled and handed him a large black book with a gold inscription that said: EXTENSIVE DARK ARTS FOR TOP PERFORMING WIZARDS. Harry ran his hand over the letters and at that precise moment his scar began to softly sear. Harry dropped the book and looked at the Professor.
"Now I know it's a good book!", she said softly. "Your scar is hurting isn't it Harry"
"How did you know?", he asked in a confused voice.
"After 20 years in this profession you begin to notice the darkest ways of magic. I know your story well Harry and I believe that Dumbledore's hypothesis about your scar is correct. What you just felt was most likely a result of 'You Know Who's' ire. That book is a danger to him and he knows it. There is only one problem; this is my only copy so I would like you to take it and read it. It will help you immensely". Professor Pumple stressed her last sentence. At that moment the door flung open and his fellow Gryffindors filed in.
* * *
That night in the Gryffindor tower Harry sat in his large comfy armchair by the fire. He was exhausted from classes. It was late and he was all alone. Suddenly the portrait swung opened and Hermione stepped in. Harry looked at her and before he could even ask, she answered him.
"Just catching up on a little reading. I've barely had enough time for pleasure reading with N.E.W.T.s coming so fast." Hermione plopped down onto the armchair next to him. The fire danced off their faces as they sat there silently.
"Hermione...are you ever... not sure of your future, well of course you aren't, I mean are you not sure of what you want to do with your life", Harry said after a long period of silence.
"Of course I am. That's a very natural feeling!", Hermione said consolingly. "But I just knew, when we were in our fifth year, that the wizarding world needs a reliable source that will give only true facts instead of opinions and skewed information. I'm still scared though, just because I know it will be a long time until I reach my goal. I know you want to be an auror Harry and I think that's wonderful. You know you will have to work harder than ever now though. This is crunch time"
"Yeah...", Harry replied. Suddenly, as if it had been waiting for a long time, a single tear quickly made its way down Harry's cheek. Another followed and soon his face was almost completely wet.
"Harry! What's wrong Harry!" Hermione cried. She grabbed his shoulders to make him face her. He blankly stared ahead as if she was not even there. He was embarrassed for crying in front of her. She grabbed his head and held it to her chest. She caressed his back as his tears fell on to her robes leaving an expanding wet spot. "Oh Harry I wish I could make your pain go away". Harry limply hung in Hermione's arms. They felt their chests rise and fall at the same time as they were pressed together. Harry and Hermione stayed in the armchair that night with Harry lying in Hermione's arms. When Hermione woke the next morning, there was no trace of Harry except for the damp spot on her robes.
A/N: Well this is my second installment. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm still trying to figure out an odd couple but I'll know once I get to that point. With that, I'm off to go get an umbrella surgically installed in my hand so I will be prepared for this monsoon season.