Chap. 6
Harry woke up at 4 in the morning. The TV was on, and Ron was talking. He got up, and wandered over to the couch in a sleeping stuper. What he saw woke him up immediatly. Claire and Ron weren't watching TV. They were snogging. (A/N: Nasty, I know. It was her twisted idea. Don't get mad at me.) Harry yelled so loud, that it woke every one up.
"What in the bloody HELL are you doing? Have you gone mad!?" Harry screamed. By this time, Claire was bright red, and Ron was almost Purple. They got up and went back to bed, but not w/o some qawking along the way.
Leanna sat up. "Ha ha! Claire was caught making out with Ron!"
"Shut Up!" Claire and Ron yelled in unison.
"Ok, ok." Leanna said. Draco turned to her, and whispered, "At least we were smart enough to go in the game room."
Leanna laughed, and layed back down.
Neville couldn't get back to sleep, so he decided to go play some games. Just as he was walking into the game room, he spotted something. It was Hermione. And she was crying.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Nothing, nothing at all." She sobbed.
"Oh, okay then." He said, and started to walk away.
"Of coarse there is something wrong with me, you idiot!" She yelled.
"Oh, well I thought... You said that..."
"I didn't mean it! You were supposed to say 'No, really Hermione, I sense that you are distressed. I'll just sit here and you can talk out all of your problems with me. It's okay.' But nooooo, you just walk away like you don't care! No wonder you can't get a girlfriend! You are the most inconsiderate, self-centered being on this planet, do you know that?! You probably wouldn't care if I rolled over dead this very minute! What about if I was eaten alive by a Hungarian Short-Snout? What would you do then?! Huh? Would you sit off to the side and chant 'Jerry, Jerry, Jerry' like those stupid muggles? No, maybe you would just say 'After your done eating her arm, don't forget the head!' Huh?!" Neville was crying. He never thought that Hermione, of all people, would yell at him.
"Fine then!" He sobbed. "I sense that you are distressed. I'll just sit here and you can talk out all of your problems with me. It's okay."
"Well," She said. "It's just that... Ron's cheating on me!" With thins, she let out a huge sob.
"I didn't know that you two were..."
"YES! Didn't you pay attention at the end of the Tri-Wizard Tournament? There were enough sparks flying to end an ice age! And of all people! A muggle! A muggle!"
"I thought that you were okay w/muggles?"
"Not THAT one!" For the next three hours, they talked out their problems. From Ron, to Draco, to Neville's secret desire to be a Ball Room Dancer. It all came out.
Harry woke up at 4 in the morning. The TV was on, and Ron was talking. He got up, and wandered over to the couch in a sleeping stuper. What he saw woke him up immediatly. Claire and Ron weren't watching TV. They were snogging. (A/N: Nasty, I know. It was her twisted idea. Don't get mad at me.) Harry yelled so loud, that it woke every one up.
"What in the bloody HELL are you doing? Have you gone mad!?" Harry screamed. By this time, Claire was bright red, and Ron was almost Purple. They got up and went back to bed, but not w/o some qawking along the way.
Leanna sat up. "Ha ha! Claire was caught making out with Ron!"
"Shut Up!" Claire and Ron yelled in unison.
"Ok, ok." Leanna said. Draco turned to her, and whispered, "At least we were smart enough to go in the game room."
Leanna laughed, and layed back down.
Neville couldn't get back to sleep, so he decided to go play some games. Just as he was walking into the game room, he spotted something. It was Hermione. And she was crying.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Nothing, nothing at all." She sobbed.
"Oh, okay then." He said, and started to walk away.
"Of coarse there is something wrong with me, you idiot!" She yelled.
"Oh, well I thought... You said that..."
"I didn't mean it! You were supposed to say 'No, really Hermione, I sense that you are distressed. I'll just sit here and you can talk out all of your problems with me. It's okay.' But nooooo, you just walk away like you don't care! No wonder you can't get a girlfriend! You are the most inconsiderate, self-centered being on this planet, do you know that?! You probably wouldn't care if I rolled over dead this very minute! What about if I was eaten alive by a Hungarian Short-Snout? What would you do then?! Huh? Would you sit off to the side and chant 'Jerry, Jerry, Jerry' like those stupid muggles? No, maybe you would just say 'After your done eating her arm, don't forget the head!' Huh?!" Neville was crying. He never thought that Hermione, of all people, would yell at him.
"Fine then!" He sobbed. "I sense that you are distressed. I'll just sit here and you can talk out all of your problems with me. It's okay."
"Well," She said. "It's just that... Ron's cheating on me!" With thins, she let out a huge sob.
"I didn't know that you two were..."
"YES! Didn't you pay attention at the end of the Tri-Wizard Tournament? There were enough sparks flying to end an ice age! And of all people! A muggle! A muggle!"
"I thought that you were okay w/muggles?"
"Not THAT one!" For the next three hours, they talked out their problems. From Ron, to Draco, to Neville's secret desire to be a Ball Room Dancer. It all came out.