Alright I officially hate fanfiction.net. Their setup is so confusing. Also, they messed up my story. I'm kind of confused because my 2nd chapter replaced my first as well as my second chapter so if you want the first just e-mail me for it at JungleAri85@yahoo.com. Sorry about that. So Constance if you want to know more about me. Just e-mail me so I'm not using this story as a personal ad...although that is a very intriguing idea...
and by the way, what's so wrong with Harry and Hermione? Well I'm not going to put them together since this story isn't really about romance anyway.
Chapter 3
Harry awoke partially on top of Hermione in the middle of the night and slowly got up. He recalled what had happened the night before and sighed. Harry walked up to his bed and went back to sleep. He dreamed he was inside Number 12 Grimmauld place with the other members of the Order. They were all fervently discussing plans around the table. Suddenly they all looked up at Harry at once.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE HARRY!", screeched Mrs. Weasley. "YOU CANNOT COME IN HERE!". Lupin got up and took Harry by the arm.
"No wait! I'm an auror! WAIT!", Harry cried. Suddenly Sirius walked in. Harry had had dreams before about Sirius but in this particular dream, he seemed more real.
"No your not Harry. You are not and cannot be an auror. It is not your place.", Sirius said calmly.
"But Sirius, I want to be one. I want to kill Voldemort.", Harry said desperately.
"No. It will not help. Choose again." With that, Harry woke up. He had overslept and the boy's dormitory was empty.
"Choose again?", Harry said to himself. With that he got up and rushed downstairs. He saw a little groove where he and Hermione slept the night before. Harry joined Ron and Hermione in the Great Hall. Ginny was also there talking excitedly to her friends.
"There he is!", Ron said enthusiastically. "I would have woken you up, but you looked like such a sleeping beauty I just couldn't do it". Harry gave Ron a look as he laughed at his own joke. Hermione glanced over at Harry and he could feel her eyes, but he just could not face her. Harry decided that from now on he would try to make an effort to be cheerful.
"Hey Ron, how bout' we go play some Quidditch?", Harry said. Harry had since been reinstalled as the Gryffindor seeker and Ron was now the Quidditch captain. Ginny had now become a seeker, a really good one at that.
"Okay Harry! This time you won't get one on me. I swear!", Ron replied. Just then Luna Lovegood strolled up to them casually and sat down. She smiled serenely and gazed at the three equally.
"So how are we all doing today? I hope I'm not intruding on anything."
"Oh no.", Ron said quickly, "We were just leaving.". Hermione sent Ron an urgent look.
"But Ron...I'm not finished reading just yet", Hermione said.
"Well Harry and I have to go right now, so why don't you meet up with us on the pitch?", Ron said without really looking at her.
"I'll wait with you Hermione!", Luna said excitedly.
"Alright then it's all settled!", Ron said. "Let's go Harry". Hermione sent the two a furious look. Ron and Harry hurried out the Great Hall doors and burst out laughing.
"Did you see the look on her face! Oh man is she going to kill us", Ron said. "So I guess you're feeling better huh Harry".
"Yeah...I am", Harry lied. "I just wasn't feeling well the other day".
"Nothing like a good game of Quidditch to clear up the old nasal passages.".
* * *
Harry and Ron kicked off the ground and took a couple laps around the pitch. The wind felt very refreshing in Harry's face. It had been a wet winter so he had not gotten out as much as he hoped. Harry looked over at Ron who was doing loops in the air. All of a sudden Draco Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle rose up.
"So Potter", Draco spat, "You and Weasley trying to hone your pathetic skills". Draco was as bitter as ever towards Harry, even though he had had seven years of maturing. Harry believed he spent most of that time plotting ways to make life miserable for the Gryffindor's. What Harry did not understand was how Malfoy always got away with all his devious schemes. Except for his last plan. He wanted to sneak into the girls dormitory and take pictures. Fortunately, Hermione found out what he was going to do and when Malfoy was being careless she jinxed him. Malfoy spent that night in the hospital wing being treated for intense boils.
"Shove it Malfoy", Harry returned. Malfoy sneered and flew by him so fast Harry was almost knocked off his broom. Harry's anger boiled up. He was still upset about losing their last match to the Slytherins, much to Malfoy's pleasure. For two weeks he talked about how he outraced Harry and caught the snitch when really the only reason he caught it was because Draco had an illegal powder that caused the snitch to come to him; conveniently it had the unique property of disappearing soon after use. Of course there was an inquisition after the game, but there was no trace of the powder. In the distance Harry saw Luna and Hermione. They waved to him and he waved back. When Ron and Harry were done they went down to meet the two.
"I wish I had a broom", said Luna in a floaty voice. "Would it be possible...do you think...if you could show me Ron? "
"Wha...uh...I...um...I guess", Ron said unsurely.
"Great! What about tomarrow at 6?"
"Okay". With that Luna traipsed happily back into Hogwarts. Draco then swooped in and landed, knocking over Ron and Harry.
"Whoops, I missed one", said Draco looking contemptuously at Hermione. "So Granger, what does it feel like to be a mudblood?".
"When will you get some new material Malfoy", Hermione retorted.
"I don't know what those guys see in you Granger; you disgust me. To tell you the truth", he said while quickly glancing at Ron, "I'd rather do the Weasley girl, although she would probably try to make off with my clothes afterwards for her new spring wardrobe". With that he smugly strided up the path, apparantly satisfied with his insult. Hermione's eyes welled but she quickly recovered. Harry had to hold back Ron until he lost sight of Draco.
"I know I shouldn't let that piece of dirt get to me...", Hermione said quietly.
"Don't worry Hermione" Ron said after he had regained his composure, "he's not worth the only strand of hair on Mugwump's head.".
* * *
For the rest of the day, Harry, Ron and Hermione studied for their N.E.W.T.s. Harry started to get drowzy until a bunch of noisy third years came in through the portrait.
"I think I need to take a walk", Harry said as he got up.
"I'll come with you Harry", Hermione said. They stepped outside and went down the stairs. Harry knew what was coming and sure enough, Hemione spoke. "I want to talk to you about last nigh-"
"I was just venting a little fustration because of that Slytherin game. Don't worry about me."
"People don't cry like that because of losing a game", Hermione said. "Give me a little credit Harry. I think I know you a little better than that".
"I'm going to go talk to Professor Pumple. I need to ask her something. I'll meet up with you and Ron later". With that Harry quickly veered towards the Defense of Dark Arts classroom, leaving Hermione with a hurt look on her face.
and by the way, what's so wrong with Harry and Hermione? Well I'm not going to put them together since this story isn't really about romance anyway.
Chapter 3
Harry awoke partially on top of Hermione in the middle of the night and slowly got up. He recalled what had happened the night before and sighed. Harry walked up to his bed and went back to sleep. He dreamed he was inside Number 12 Grimmauld place with the other members of the Order. They were all fervently discussing plans around the table. Suddenly they all looked up at Harry at once.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE HARRY!", screeched Mrs. Weasley. "YOU CANNOT COME IN HERE!". Lupin got up and took Harry by the arm.
"No wait! I'm an auror! WAIT!", Harry cried. Suddenly Sirius walked in. Harry had had dreams before about Sirius but in this particular dream, he seemed more real.
"No your not Harry. You are not and cannot be an auror. It is not your place.", Sirius said calmly.
"But Sirius, I want to be one. I want to kill Voldemort.", Harry said desperately.
"No. It will not help. Choose again." With that, Harry woke up. He had overslept and the boy's dormitory was empty.
"Choose again?", Harry said to himself. With that he got up and rushed downstairs. He saw a little groove where he and Hermione slept the night before. Harry joined Ron and Hermione in the Great Hall. Ginny was also there talking excitedly to her friends.
"There he is!", Ron said enthusiastically. "I would have woken you up, but you looked like such a sleeping beauty I just couldn't do it". Harry gave Ron a look as he laughed at his own joke. Hermione glanced over at Harry and he could feel her eyes, but he just could not face her. Harry decided that from now on he would try to make an effort to be cheerful.
"Hey Ron, how bout' we go play some Quidditch?", Harry said. Harry had since been reinstalled as the Gryffindor seeker and Ron was now the Quidditch captain. Ginny had now become a seeker, a really good one at that.
"Okay Harry! This time you won't get one on me. I swear!", Ron replied. Just then Luna Lovegood strolled up to them casually and sat down. She smiled serenely and gazed at the three equally.
"So how are we all doing today? I hope I'm not intruding on anything."
"Oh no.", Ron said quickly, "We were just leaving.". Hermione sent Ron an urgent look.
"But Ron...I'm not finished reading just yet", Hermione said.
"Well Harry and I have to go right now, so why don't you meet up with us on the pitch?", Ron said without really looking at her.
"I'll wait with you Hermione!", Luna said excitedly.
"Alright then it's all settled!", Ron said. "Let's go Harry". Hermione sent the two a furious look. Ron and Harry hurried out the Great Hall doors and burst out laughing.
"Did you see the look on her face! Oh man is she going to kill us", Ron said. "So I guess you're feeling better huh Harry".
"Yeah...I am", Harry lied. "I just wasn't feeling well the other day".
"Nothing like a good game of Quidditch to clear up the old nasal passages.".
* * *
Harry and Ron kicked off the ground and took a couple laps around the pitch. The wind felt very refreshing in Harry's face. It had been a wet winter so he had not gotten out as much as he hoped. Harry looked over at Ron who was doing loops in the air. All of a sudden Draco Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle rose up.
"So Potter", Draco spat, "You and Weasley trying to hone your pathetic skills". Draco was as bitter as ever towards Harry, even though he had had seven years of maturing. Harry believed he spent most of that time plotting ways to make life miserable for the Gryffindor's. What Harry did not understand was how Malfoy always got away with all his devious schemes. Except for his last plan. He wanted to sneak into the girls dormitory and take pictures. Fortunately, Hermione found out what he was going to do and when Malfoy was being careless she jinxed him. Malfoy spent that night in the hospital wing being treated for intense boils.
"Shove it Malfoy", Harry returned. Malfoy sneered and flew by him so fast Harry was almost knocked off his broom. Harry's anger boiled up. He was still upset about losing their last match to the Slytherins, much to Malfoy's pleasure. For two weeks he talked about how he outraced Harry and caught the snitch when really the only reason he caught it was because Draco had an illegal powder that caused the snitch to come to him; conveniently it had the unique property of disappearing soon after use. Of course there was an inquisition after the game, but there was no trace of the powder. In the distance Harry saw Luna and Hermione. They waved to him and he waved back. When Ron and Harry were done they went down to meet the two.
"I wish I had a broom", said Luna in a floaty voice. "Would it be possible...do you think...if you could show me Ron? "
"Wha...uh...I...um...I guess", Ron said unsurely.
"Great! What about tomarrow at 6?"
"Okay". With that Luna traipsed happily back into Hogwarts. Draco then swooped in and landed, knocking over Ron and Harry.
"Whoops, I missed one", said Draco looking contemptuously at Hermione. "So Granger, what does it feel like to be a mudblood?".
"When will you get some new material Malfoy", Hermione retorted.
"I don't know what those guys see in you Granger; you disgust me. To tell you the truth", he said while quickly glancing at Ron, "I'd rather do the Weasley girl, although she would probably try to make off with my clothes afterwards for her new spring wardrobe". With that he smugly strided up the path, apparantly satisfied with his insult. Hermione's eyes welled but she quickly recovered. Harry had to hold back Ron until he lost sight of Draco.
"I know I shouldn't let that piece of dirt get to me...", Hermione said quietly.
"Don't worry Hermione" Ron said after he had regained his composure, "he's not worth the only strand of hair on Mugwump's head.".
* * *
For the rest of the day, Harry, Ron and Hermione studied for their N.E.W.T.s. Harry started to get drowzy until a bunch of noisy third years came in through the portrait.
"I think I need to take a walk", Harry said as he got up.
"I'll come with you Harry", Hermione said. They stepped outside and went down the stairs. Harry knew what was coming and sure enough, Hemione spoke. "I want to talk to you about last nigh-"
"I was just venting a little fustration because of that Slytherin game. Don't worry about me."
"People don't cry like that because of losing a game", Hermione said. "Give me a little credit Harry. I think I know you a little better than that".
"I'm going to go talk to Professor Pumple. I need to ask her something. I'll meet up with you and Ron later". With that Harry quickly veered towards the Defense of Dark Arts classroom, leaving Hermione with a hurt look on her face.