Blushing Cheeks

Chapter-3-Things Just Got Worst




Harry woke to tickle in his face. He stirred and his eyes fluttered opened. He saw something that looked golden brown in the sunlight that poured in the room through the window. He tried to move his arm, but he felt to much weight on it. He tried moving his upper body but again, he felt to much weight. When he looked down he noticed a full head of hair in front of his eyes.

'Hermione!' he thought with panic. But when he caught a look at her face he smiled and relaxed. It felt good to have her on him. He gently stroked her hair but quickly stopped when she moved and groaned.

"Go away," she mumbled. "I don't wanna get up. Ron's annoying." Harry laughed to himself. He continued to stroke her hair, until finally, Hermione woke up.

"Hey," Harry smiled.

"How do you feel?" Hermione asked sitting on her elbows.

"Better. What are you doing here?"

"Oh!" Hermione reached for a book that was on the night stand. "I was patrolling last night when I saw Professor McGonagall. She said to drop off your homework for you. None of us know how long you planning on being here."

"Until Snape quits," said Harry. "By the way, I thought you gave up being head girl. You said it was to much work."

"Oh, yeah, well. McGonagall owled me a few hours before nine and told me that the other head girl was to sick to patrol."

"Then why isn't she in here?"

"She likes her room better," Hermione answered quickly.

"Oh."

There was an awkward pause until Hermione said finally, "So do you think you can deal with Snape and Malfoy today?"

"What has Malfoy been doing?" Harry asked with concern.

Hermione shrugged. "Being annoying. Let's see, he called me a mudblood the other day."

"Was I there?" Harry asked.

"No, no, you were busy with a detention with Snape or something. And then, he tried cursing me a week before."

"Where was I then?" Harry asked again.

"You were practicing with Ron I think. Then he and Pancy tried to start a fight with me."

"Did you get away alright. Did they hurt you? Why did they even do that?"

Hermione gave Harry a confused look. "Yes, no, and I don't know.. I"m smarter then they are Harry. Of course I got away. What's wrong with you lately?"

"Nothing."

"You sure. Harry, if you ever want to talk, I'm right here. But we can't talk at the moment because I have to get to history. See you later."

"Bye." And she was gone. "Bee careful," Harry mumbled. But he wanted to shout that.

Later that day, while Harry was in Potions, "Mr. Potter, do you care to join us here on Earth?" said Snape. Harry's head snapped back to the potions master. "Or do you find Miss Granger that lovely?"

There were a few laughs. Even from fellow Gryffindors. "Sorry sir."

Snape didn't even nod. He just went back to the class. "What's wrong with you mate?" Ron asked Harry when Snape turned his back.

"What?"

"You were just starring at Hermione now," Ron explained. "With. . .weird eyes. Like you, like her or something." harry looked at Ron. Ron's mouth dropped open. "YOU DO!" he shouted.

The whole class turned to him. "What was that Mr. Weasley?" Snape asked. "You do what again?"

"I-nothing-nothing at all," Ron said turning red.

"Good. Fifty points from Gryffindor." And Snape went back to teaching his class.

Harry looked at Hermione who put her finger to her mouth and looked back at the board. Harry turned back to Ron after Ron hit him hard on his arm. "You do like her!" Ron said in a whisper.

"I never said that!" Harry spat.

"You did to!"

"How?"

"Harry, I've been your friend for years. Trust me, I know you! And you like Hermione!"

Harry sighed. "Alright I do, okay!"

"You do!"

"Yes now-Wait, what does 'you do' mean?"

"Honestly?" Ron sighed. "I really didn't know. I just took a lucky guest."

Harry sighed. "Don't. Tell. Her!" he hissed.

"I won't. Clam down. Gees." After a few more moments of quills scratching on paper Ron said to Harry again, "Did you ever plan on telling her?"

"Telling who what?" asked Harry.

"Telling HERMIONE you LIKE HER, you asshole!" Ron hissed.

"OOOOO!" said Harry. "Gee let me think, NO!"

"What? You have to! And what do you know? Christmas is in twelve days, you can tell her on Christmas morning!"

"NO WAY!" Harry shouted.

The class turned to him. "What is it now Potter?" Snape sighed.

"Nothing," Harry gulped. "Sorry sir."

"Another fifty points form Gryffindor!"

Dean shook his fist at Harry and Ron before going back to his note taking. 'Look, would you just drop it!" Harry hissed at Ron.

"NO! Your going to tell her wether you like it or not!"

"Make me!"

"Oh, I plan on it."

"How?"

"Harry," Ron said turning to him. "You have two choices here. Either you tell her on your own, in twelve days."

"I think I might like the second one better," Harry said.

"Or, I can tell her right now for you," Ron smiled.

"Number one. Just one problem."

"What's that?"

"How do I tell her? I'm not at all romantic."

Ron smiled an evil grin. "Leave that to me."



Hey guys! Sorry I didn't update for awhile. *hea hea* I'll try and get the next chapter up tomorrow! I know this one was short and sucked. I'll make it up, promise. *i think*

Lizzypadfoot- Thanks! Yeah, i thought about Fred and George awhile ago after i started this fic. Let's just say that they got a part time job from madam hooch so they could earn some money and leave it at that. cool?

Harryhermione12-thank you! Sorry it took me awhile to update.

Pottersgrl5990-yes, here is another chapter and i hope to update again tomorrow night. sorry.

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