Did you like chapter four? I hope you did. I just thought of another
problem for Harry but you'll have to wait till chapter six to find out what
it is. Anyways, thanks for the reviews, especially to Chilis Rox.
Here's chapter five.
Chapter 5:
Harry sat in his seat, the next day, bored out of his mind. Binns was droning on and on about Merlin's life.
He (Harry) was absentmindedly writing on a piece of parchment. He was paying very little attention to what he was writing. It seemed like a poem but he didn't care a bit.
Thoughts of a certain redhead crossed his mind and he smiled.
***
"Harry, c'mon! We're going to be late for Transfiguration. I don't think you want McGonagall mad at you," said Ron as History of Magic ended.
"What? Oh, yeah," Harry said, standing up abruptly.
"Honestly, Harry, I don't know what's gotten into you," said Hermione before they walked out of the classroom.
"What's that, Hermione?" asked Harry.
"Nothing," muttered Hermione.
"Hurry up, you two," Ron said impatiently.
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"I never thought you'd want to hurry to Transfiguration, Ron," he said with a teasing grin.
"I just don't want McGonagall to take points off us," said Ron, turning red.
***
"Look what I found in Transfiguration. Someone must have dropped it at the doorway," Hermione said as they sat down at the library.
She took something from her pocket. It was a folded piece of parchment.
"What is it?" Ron asked curiously.
"A poem. A really nice one, too," replied Hermione.
"What are you waiting for? Read it out," said Ron.
Harry nodded in agreement.
Hermione smiled, unfolded the parchment and read it out as softly as she could so Madam Pince wouldn't kick them out of the library.
"Friendship Changes"
My friend, I'm sorry to say That our friendship just can't last The times we've shared together Have folded into the past
I told you it would happen Our friendship was going to end Although I know you care I don't consider you as a friend
Please don't try to argue But try to understand Time can change two people As time can change the sand
Our friendship has been lovely But you see it has to end For I look at you in a different way I've fallen in love with you my friend
(A/N: I didn't make this poem. I copied it off my sister's copied poem books. So, all credit goes to a poet-in-the-making I don't really know. Just so you'll know, all poems that are going to appear in this story will be adapted. ^-^)
***
Once Hermione had finished, Ron was smiling and Harry was a bit pale. He really hadn't read his poem but he knew that the words "time" and "friendship" were there.
"I wonder who wrote this," mused Hermione out loud.
"Whoever it is I'd like to congratulate him or her. One of the best poems I've heard," said Ron.
"Er.I think I wrote it," said Harry.
Hermione and Ron raised their eyebrows.
"You think you wrote it?" asked Hermione.
She looked a bit skeptical. Harry wrote this? As far as she knew, he wasn't a very good poet.
She stifled a giggle as she recalled what Harry had told her about his first date with Cho two years ago.
"I was bored out of my mind during History of Magic so I started scribbling. I think this was the result," said Harry, looking at Hermione weirdly.
"You were only scribbling?!" Ron asked in disbelief. "Wow, Harry. You must be a damn good scribbler."
"Don't know how I wrote that," Harry said with a shrug.
"Somewhere in your subconscious, you were thinking this. And I have only one guess who inspired you to write this," said Hermione with a smile.
She gestured to Ginny, who was sitting a few tables away from them with her group of friends.
Harry blushed.
"Oh, shut the hell up," he muttered, taking the piece of parchment from Hermione and slipping it into his notebook.
"Watch your mouth, Harry. You're Head Boy, remember?" Hermione scowled at him. "Anyways, this poem's really great. Why don't you start writing more?"
Harry recovered from his blush and shrugged.
"Maybe I will," he said with a smile.
"You will let us read, won't you?" asked Ron. "If ever you write more."
"I don't know. How would I know if you're going to keep it to yourselves and not to Ginny?"
Hermione and Ron looked at him in disbelief.
"We won't, Harry. We promise. Can't you trust your best friends?" asked Hermione.
"I was just kidding, you two. Of course I trust you. I'll let you read once I've written another one,"
"Thank you!" exclaimed Ron.
Suddenly, someone covered their light.
"If you can't keep your voices down, I'll have to kick you out," Madam Pince said with a very stern look.
"Er.sorry, Madam Pince. We'll keep our voices down, we promise," said Hermione.
Madam Pince gave them another stern look before going back to her usual place.
"So, Hermione, what's our homework in Transfiguration?" asked Harry.
"You're hopeless, mate," muttered Ron. Then, he added quietly to himself, "Hopelessly in love, that is."
"We're supposed to write an essay on Metamormagi, their powers and we have to name at least one person who's a Metamorhmagus," said Hermione, exasperated.
"I already have the answer to that last bit. Tonks," said Harry, writing it down.
They were silent for a while except for the scratching of quills and the flipping of the textbook's pages.
***
Half an hour later, another shadow covered their light.
"We've been quiet, Madam Pince," Harry said, not bothering to look up from his notes.
"Sorry to disappoint you, Harry, but I'm not Madam Pince," came that familiar voice.
Harry's insides churned as he looked up and saw Ginny.
"Er.hi, Ginny. Where are your friends?" he asked.
" They went ahead. I just wanted to know if the three of you are going down to dinner," replied Ginny, looking at Hermione and Ron who had just looked up from their notes.
Ron looked at his watch.
"Bloody hell! I didn't realize it was this late," he said, ignoring Hermione's watch-your-mouth look.
"C'mon, then," said Ginny.
"You and Harry go ahead. Ron and I will clear up," Hermione said with a smile.
She looked at Ron warningly as he was about to say something. Ron closed his mouth and nodded.
Harry picked his bag up and stood up. Ginny managed to smile at him
"Let's go, Harry," she said.
Harry nodded and followed Ginny out of the library.
***
"Ginny?"
"Yeah, Harry?"
"If.if I.er.if I like this girl, should I tell her?" asked Harry.
Ginny felt like dieing right then and there. Harry liked some other girl.
"I.I guess you should," she said.
Silence.
"Who's the lucky girl?"
"Before I answer that question, I need an answer to this first. Are you and Terry Boot dating?"
"No! If Terry and I were dating, then I'd be betraying one of my best friends. Terry's dating Kristin,"
"Then, what happened in the library yesterday?" asked Harry.
"Well, Terry was asking if Kristin was mad at him since they hadn't talked for more than a day. I told him that Kristin was a bit busy. He asked if I could tell her to meet him at the Great Hall on Saturday so they could go to Hogsmeade together," said Ginny.
"Oh,"
Ginny looked at Harry. He looked like he was furious at himself.
"Well, I've answered your question. Now, you answer mine. Who's the lucky girl?"
"Um.the girl's you,"
***
Sorry for the cliffhanger, guys. Couldn't help myself. ^-^ Hoped you liked this chapter. R & R
How will Ginny react? I know you already know how. I'm so predictable, aren't I?
Anyway, until next chapter, see ya!
Here's chapter five.
Chapter 5:
Harry sat in his seat, the next day, bored out of his mind. Binns was droning on and on about Merlin's life.
He (Harry) was absentmindedly writing on a piece of parchment. He was paying very little attention to what he was writing. It seemed like a poem but he didn't care a bit.
Thoughts of a certain redhead crossed his mind and he smiled.
***
"Harry, c'mon! We're going to be late for Transfiguration. I don't think you want McGonagall mad at you," said Ron as History of Magic ended.
"What? Oh, yeah," Harry said, standing up abruptly.
"Honestly, Harry, I don't know what's gotten into you," said Hermione before they walked out of the classroom.
"What's that, Hermione?" asked Harry.
"Nothing," muttered Hermione.
"Hurry up, you two," Ron said impatiently.
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"I never thought you'd want to hurry to Transfiguration, Ron," he said with a teasing grin.
"I just don't want McGonagall to take points off us," said Ron, turning red.
***
"Look what I found in Transfiguration. Someone must have dropped it at the doorway," Hermione said as they sat down at the library.
She took something from her pocket. It was a folded piece of parchment.
"What is it?" Ron asked curiously.
"A poem. A really nice one, too," replied Hermione.
"What are you waiting for? Read it out," said Ron.
Harry nodded in agreement.
Hermione smiled, unfolded the parchment and read it out as softly as she could so Madam Pince wouldn't kick them out of the library.
"Friendship Changes"
My friend, I'm sorry to say That our friendship just can't last The times we've shared together Have folded into the past
I told you it would happen Our friendship was going to end Although I know you care I don't consider you as a friend
Please don't try to argue But try to understand Time can change two people As time can change the sand
Our friendship has been lovely But you see it has to end For I look at you in a different way I've fallen in love with you my friend
(A/N: I didn't make this poem. I copied it off my sister's copied poem books. So, all credit goes to a poet-in-the-making I don't really know. Just so you'll know, all poems that are going to appear in this story will be adapted. ^-^)
***
Once Hermione had finished, Ron was smiling and Harry was a bit pale. He really hadn't read his poem but he knew that the words "time" and "friendship" were there.
"I wonder who wrote this," mused Hermione out loud.
"Whoever it is I'd like to congratulate him or her. One of the best poems I've heard," said Ron.
"Er.I think I wrote it," said Harry.
Hermione and Ron raised their eyebrows.
"You think you wrote it?" asked Hermione.
She looked a bit skeptical. Harry wrote this? As far as she knew, he wasn't a very good poet.
She stifled a giggle as she recalled what Harry had told her about his first date with Cho two years ago.
"I was bored out of my mind during History of Magic so I started scribbling. I think this was the result," said Harry, looking at Hermione weirdly.
"You were only scribbling?!" Ron asked in disbelief. "Wow, Harry. You must be a damn good scribbler."
"Don't know how I wrote that," Harry said with a shrug.
"Somewhere in your subconscious, you were thinking this. And I have only one guess who inspired you to write this," said Hermione with a smile.
She gestured to Ginny, who was sitting a few tables away from them with her group of friends.
Harry blushed.
"Oh, shut the hell up," he muttered, taking the piece of parchment from Hermione and slipping it into his notebook.
"Watch your mouth, Harry. You're Head Boy, remember?" Hermione scowled at him. "Anyways, this poem's really great. Why don't you start writing more?"
Harry recovered from his blush and shrugged.
"Maybe I will," he said with a smile.
"You will let us read, won't you?" asked Ron. "If ever you write more."
"I don't know. How would I know if you're going to keep it to yourselves and not to Ginny?"
Hermione and Ron looked at him in disbelief.
"We won't, Harry. We promise. Can't you trust your best friends?" asked Hermione.
"I was just kidding, you two. Of course I trust you. I'll let you read once I've written another one,"
"Thank you!" exclaimed Ron.
Suddenly, someone covered their light.
"If you can't keep your voices down, I'll have to kick you out," Madam Pince said with a very stern look.
"Er.sorry, Madam Pince. We'll keep our voices down, we promise," said Hermione.
Madam Pince gave them another stern look before going back to her usual place.
"So, Hermione, what's our homework in Transfiguration?" asked Harry.
"You're hopeless, mate," muttered Ron. Then, he added quietly to himself, "Hopelessly in love, that is."
"We're supposed to write an essay on Metamormagi, their powers and we have to name at least one person who's a Metamorhmagus," said Hermione, exasperated.
"I already have the answer to that last bit. Tonks," said Harry, writing it down.
They were silent for a while except for the scratching of quills and the flipping of the textbook's pages.
***
Half an hour later, another shadow covered their light.
"We've been quiet, Madam Pince," Harry said, not bothering to look up from his notes.
"Sorry to disappoint you, Harry, but I'm not Madam Pince," came that familiar voice.
Harry's insides churned as he looked up and saw Ginny.
"Er.hi, Ginny. Where are your friends?" he asked.
" They went ahead. I just wanted to know if the three of you are going down to dinner," replied Ginny, looking at Hermione and Ron who had just looked up from their notes.
Ron looked at his watch.
"Bloody hell! I didn't realize it was this late," he said, ignoring Hermione's watch-your-mouth look.
"C'mon, then," said Ginny.
"You and Harry go ahead. Ron and I will clear up," Hermione said with a smile.
She looked at Ron warningly as he was about to say something. Ron closed his mouth and nodded.
Harry picked his bag up and stood up. Ginny managed to smile at him
"Let's go, Harry," she said.
Harry nodded and followed Ginny out of the library.
***
"Ginny?"
"Yeah, Harry?"
"If.if I.er.if I like this girl, should I tell her?" asked Harry.
Ginny felt like dieing right then and there. Harry liked some other girl.
"I.I guess you should," she said.
Silence.
"Who's the lucky girl?"
"Before I answer that question, I need an answer to this first. Are you and Terry Boot dating?"
"No! If Terry and I were dating, then I'd be betraying one of my best friends. Terry's dating Kristin,"
"Then, what happened in the library yesterday?" asked Harry.
"Well, Terry was asking if Kristin was mad at him since they hadn't talked for more than a day. I told him that Kristin was a bit busy. He asked if I could tell her to meet him at the Great Hall on Saturday so they could go to Hogsmeade together," said Ginny.
"Oh,"
Ginny looked at Harry. He looked like he was furious at himself.
"Well, I've answered your question. Now, you answer mine. Who's the lucky girl?"
"Um.the girl's you,"
***
Sorry for the cliffhanger, guys. Couldn't help myself. ^-^ Hoped you liked this chapter. R & R
How will Ginny react? I know you already know how. I'm so predictable, aren't I?
Anyway, until next chapter, see ya!