Fits of Laughter
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters; just the plot/storyline.
A/N: OMG! It's been like...forever since I posted! Well, I'm gonna e-mail
everyone and I'm hoping to get plenty more reviews! Please enjoy and I'm
so sorry you guys! Honestly I am! Well, enough with the apologies, let's get
to the story right?
You might think that when a wizard gets divorced they do it differently than
muggles. But no, they go to a muggle court, and do it the muggle way. They
often have to use a memory charm on the judge because something slips. No
one's really sure why they can't use the courts in the Ministry for divorce
cases. People just guessed it was because they already had so much to deal
with. So anyway, Harry found an opening in his schedule to file the divorce
and was going to stop by and let Cho in on the date. But when he got to his
house, she wasn't there. "Of course." Harry said to himself. "Malfoy's."
He growled. Harry pulled into the driveway of number 666 *dun, dun, dun*
and knocked on the front door. Malfoy arrived and spoke before Harry
could. "What do you want?" He drawled. Harry opened his mouth once
again to speak but Cho appeared at Malfoy's side, "It's alright Draco. Just let
him say what he has to say." She said to him in a honey sweet tone.
"Besides, I have to tell him something." Harry cleared his throat and looked
menacingly at Malfoy, then back at Cho. "I just wanted to say that the date
to got to court for the divorce is on Thursday next week." "Ok, and I just
wanted to tell you," she spoke to Harry in a tone unlike sweet honey. More
like poisoned honey. "that I'm moving in with Draco. And you'll find that
I've already taken what I need. So you can have your so called house back."
Malfoy laughed maliciously at this remark. Harry was shaking with anger
but learned by now how to control his temper. "Thanks." He said through
clenched teeth. Cho put a false smile on and narrowed her eyes. Then she
said in an intimidating voice, "Your welcome." And slammed the door shut
in his face. He stomped off to his car and slammed the door shut. How dare
she compare that disgusting, twit's property to his?! He honked his horn and
held it for about 7 seconds then sped off towards Hermione's house leaving
skid marks on the street.
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"Please Hermione?" Harry begged Hermione as they chatted in Hermione's
living room: Harry sitting comfortably on the genuine leather couch,
Hermione lounging in her armchair right across from him. "I don't know
Harry.... It's not that I don't want to help you, but I'm working on Thursday."
"Come on! You're a witness! With you there it'll go by much faster and I
promise I'll......I'll come and help you at S.P.E.W!" This seemed to be the
right thing to say because Hermione's face lit up at these words and she
practically cried, "Would you Harry?!" Harry smiled and sighed with relief.
"Of course I will."
"YES! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" And she tilted her head
back towards the ceiling and thanked it. "So you'll come?" Harry asked
eagerly. "Oh, I suppose so." Hermione was so bursting with happiness she'd
probably agree to anything at the moment. "Oh, this'll be so much fun! Of
course you'll have to wear the required badge and pillow case." Harry
suddenly became confused. "Whoa, whoa, what did you say? Pillow case?"
Hermione's smile broadened. "Well, yeah. Isn't it brilliant? I thought that if
we wore a pillow case , the elves would feel better about themselves."
Harry's face screwed up and he was speechless. "Isn't that just brilliant!?"
She repeated. Harry replied in a horrified voice, "Just a pillow case?"
Hermione laughed once again. "No you silly! Over our clothes."
"Oh, phew!" Relief washed over Harry once again. "Did you really think I
would make you wear only a pillow case?" Hermione seemed to think this
was all very funny. Harry smiled, embarrassed. "Well,...yeah." Hermione
laughed even harder which Harry didn't even think was possible. In fact, she
laughed so hard, she threatened to fall off her chair, but was caught just in
time by Harry who saved her from crashing to the floor. "I - can't - breathe!"
She gasped between fits of laughter and desperate swallows for air.
Watching Hermione as she laughed, Harry couldn't help but laugh too.
Soon, they were both cracking up on the floor. When the laughter finally
died, the silence was broken when Hermione stated, "I think I've peed in my
pants." Now it was Harry's turn to laugh at her. "Oh, shut up." She joked as
she struggled to her feet. Harry pushed off the floor right behind Hermione
and tried stifling his giggles but was failing miserably. Then Harry said
seriously, "I think after tonight I'm gonna live to be a hundred." Hermione
turned her head to face him while on her way to the kitchen and gave him a
puzzled 'what-are-you-up-to' look. "How so?" "You mean to tell me you've
never heard that before?" "Heard what!?" Harry was no longer pretending
to be serious. "They say laughing makes you live longer." This remark
made Hermione laugh again, just a small giggle anyway. They were all
laughed out. "Made you laugh!" Harry teased. "Yeah. Again." There was a
pause, while Hermione straightened up the kitchen. "Well,...I guess I'll head
on out. I think it's pretty late." Harry checked his watch. "I'd better get
some sleep, it's going on 11:30." "All right....yeah. Good idea. Sleep sounds
good to me." Harry started walking towards the front door, Hermione
followed. "Umm.......see you later I guess." Harry said while rubbing the
back of his neck nervously. "Yeah....see ya." Hermione muttered looking
anywhere but at Harry. "Bye." Harry said as he opened the door. "I'll call
you on Thursday then?" "K." Harry stepped halfway out the door,
Hermione's hand was on the handle, he then turned his head to face
Hermione. It happened very quickly, but it definitely happened. He leaned
towards her, kissed her, then pulled back smiling. "What?" Hermione said
and couldn't help smiling herself. "That's a proper goodbye." Hermione
agreed. "Yeah..." Harry walked to his car and pulled out waving, thinking,
'This is the way it's supposed to be. Hermione and I together. It just feels
right.'
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters; just the plot/storyline.
A/N: OMG! It's been like...forever since I posted! Well, I'm gonna e-mail
everyone and I'm hoping to get plenty more reviews! Please enjoy and I'm
so sorry you guys! Honestly I am! Well, enough with the apologies, let's get
to the story right?
You might think that when a wizard gets divorced they do it differently than
muggles. But no, they go to a muggle court, and do it the muggle way. They
often have to use a memory charm on the judge because something slips. No
one's really sure why they can't use the courts in the Ministry for divorce
cases. People just guessed it was because they already had so much to deal
with. So anyway, Harry found an opening in his schedule to file the divorce
and was going to stop by and let Cho in on the date. But when he got to his
house, she wasn't there. "Of course." Harry said to himself. "Malfoy's."
He growled. Harry pulled into the driveway of number 666 *dun, dun, dun*
and knocked on the front door. Malfoy arrived and spoke before Harry
could. "What do you want?" He drawled. Harry opened his mouth once
again to speak but Cho appeared at Malfoy's side, "It's alright Draco. Just let
him say what he has to say." She said to him in a honey sweet tone.
"Besides, I have to tell him something." Harry cleared his throat and looked
menacingly at Malfoy, then back at Cho. "I just wanted to say that the date
to got to court for the divorce is on Thursday next week." "Ok, and I just
wanted to tell you," she spoke to Harry in a tone unlike sweet honey. More
like poisoned honey. "that I'm moving in with Draco. And you'll find that
I've already taken what I need. So you can have your so called house back."
Malfoy laughed maliciously at this remark. Harry was shaking with anger
but learned by now how to control his temper. "Thanks." He said through
clenched teeth. Cho put a false smile on and narrowed her eyes. Then she
said in an intimidating voice, "Your welcome." And slammed the door shut
in his face. He stomped off to his car and slammed the door shut. How dare
she compare that disgusting, twit's property to his?! He honked his horn and
held it for about 7 seconds then sped off towards Hermione's house leaving
skid marks on the street.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Please Hermione?" Harry begged Hermione as they chatted in Hermione's
living room: Harry sitting comfortably on the genuine leather couch,
Hermione lounging in her armchair right across from him. "I don't know
Harry.... It's not that I don't want to help you, but I'm working on Thursday."
"Come on! You're a witness! With you there it'll go by much faster and I
promise I'll......I'll come and help you at S.P.E.W!" This seemed to be the
right thing to say because Hermione's face lit up at these words and she
practically cried, "Would you Harry?!" Harry smiled and sighed with relief.
"Of course I will."
"YES! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" And she tilted her head
back towards the ceiling and thanked it. "So you'll come?" Harry asked
eagerly. "Oh, I suppose so." Hermione was so bursting with happiness she'd
probably agree to anything at the moment. "Oh, this'll be so much fun! Of
course you'll have to wear the required badge and pillow case." Harry
suddenly became confused. "Whoa, whoa, what did you say? Pillow case?"
Hermione's smile broadened. "Well, yeah. Isn't it brilliant? I thought that if
we wore a pillow case , the elves would feel better about themselves."
Harry's face screwed up and he was speechless. "Isn't that just brilliant!?"
She repeated. Harry replied in a horrified voice, "Just a pillow case?"
Hermione laughed once again. "No you silly! Over our clothes."
"Oh, phew!" Relief washed over Harry once again. "Did you really think I
would make you wear only a pillow case?" Hermione seemed to think this
was all very funny. Harry smiled, embarrassed. "Well,...yeah." Hermione
laughed even harder which Harry didn't even think was possible. In fact, she
laughed so hard, she threatened to fall off her chair, but was caught just in
time by Harry who saved her from crashing to the floor. "I - can't - breathe!"
She gasped between fits of laughter and desperate swallows for air.
Watching Hermione as she laughed, Harry couldn't help but laugh too.
Soon, they were both cracking up on the floor. When the laughter finally
died, the silence was broken when Hermione stated, "I think I've peed in my
pants." Now it was Harry's turn to laugh at her. "Oh, shut up." She joked as
she struggled to her feet. Harry pushed off the floor right behind Hermione
and tried stifling his giggles but was failing miserably. Then Harry said
seriously, "I think after tonight I'm gonna live to be a hundred." Hermione
turned her head to face him while on her way to the kitchen and gave him a
puzzled 'what-are-you-up-to' look. "How so?" "You mean to tell me you've
never heard that before?" "Heard what!?" Harry was no longer pretending
to be serious. "They say laughing makes you live longer." This remark
made Hermione laugh again, just a small giggle anyway. They were all
laughed out. "Made you laugh!" Harry teased. "Yeah. Again." There was a
pause, while Hermione straightened up the kitchen. "Well,...I guess I'll head
on out. I think it's pretty late." Harry checked his watch. "I'd better get
some sleep, it's going on 11:30." "All right....yeah. Good idea. Sleep sounds
good to me." Harry started walking towards the front door, Hermione
followed. "Umm.......see you later I guess." Harry said while rubbing the
back of his neck nervously. "Yeah....see ya." Hermione muttered looking
anywhere but at Harry. "Bye." Harry said as he opened the door. "I'll call
you on Thursday then?" "K." Harry stepped halfway out the door,
Hermione's hand was on the handle, he then turned his head to face
Hermione. It happened very quickly, but it definitely happened. He leaned
towards her, kissed her, then pulled back smiling. "What?" Hermione said
and couldn't help smiling herself. "That's a proper goodbye." Hermione
agreed. "Yeah..." Harry walked to his car and pulled out waving, thinking,
'This is the way it's supposed to be. Hermione and I together. It just feels
right.'