Disclaimer: Don't own it. If I did, do you honestly think I'd be writing
fanfiction?
Title: More Good Times
Summery: There's another big test coming up, and what are our favorite
students doing?
Rating: Let's go PG, just to be on the safe side..
A/N: This is a sequal to my earlier work "Anyone for a Game of Chess?".
You don't have to go read it now, but it'd be nice if you'd review.
More Good Times
Harry frowned as he studied his books. None of this helped him at all. If he KNEW already what the air speed velocity of an unladen European swallow was, then he would know how to brew a potion with unladen European swallows in them. He wouldn't have to sit here and stare at the book, trying to memorize the stupid formula. He looked up and saw that several others were having the same problem. Too much energy, not enough time, etc. Only Hermione sat coolly, glancing at the grandfather clock against the wall from time to time, engrossed in her book about swallows of all types.
The clock struck 9 in the evening. Ron rolled over onto his back to try to read, then quickly rolled onto his stomach. He then gave up and tried these two positions on the floor instead of the chair. A mini- stampede of students for the now vacant chair resulted in a few feet being trampled on, several loud shrieks, and a reprimand from Hermione. Harry rolled his eyes from his position on the floor near the fire. 'Kids,' he thought, turning the page.
A first year suddenly broke out into a coughing fit. Harry looked up to see her friends laughing at her. Hermione gave them a stern look, then asked what the poor girl was doing. Her friends snickered.
"She ate some of this old moldy candy," said one boy with curly brown hair.
"Why?" asked Hermione, appalled at the lack of common sense on the girl's part. Her friends shrugged.
"We can't concentrate anymore. It's getting rather late," a small girl replied, nervously playing with her long hair. Hermione snorted, looked at the clock, and then gave the group a stern look.
"Just don't let it happen again. SOME of us need to use our time wisely and study before the exam tomorrow."
"Herm, can't we take a break?" Ron pleaded. He gave her his best puppy eyes, the ones he knew she'd never be able to resist. Hermione visibly relaxed, but remained firm.
"No, Ron, because if you take a break, it'll last until tomorrow morning at 9, and I know how badly you need to pass this test."
"You know, Hermione, if we take a break now, we can go run around, burn off some energy, and then start in again. We might be able to concentrate more then," Harry said, trying to sound reasonable. Hermione again visibly changed, this time to a posture of defeat.
"Fine. You guys go take a break. Be back here by 10!" she called after the stampede to the door. Hogwarts had recently opened a gaming room for the student's use. Everyone went there now, to burn off energy.
One person stayed behind. "Ron, why aren't you going to the game room like everyone else?"
"I have something else in mind."
A/N: You like? I'm going to start in with the next chapter, try to make this a real as possible and the like. PLEASE REVIEW! That's stuff makes my day and makes life here a little bit nicer. you know.
More Good Times
Harry frowned as he studied his books. None of this helped him at all. If he KNEW already what the air speed velocity of an unladen European swallow was, then he would know how to brew a potion with unladen European swallows in them. He wouldn't have to sit here and stare at the book, trying to memorize the stupid formula. He looked up and saw that several others were having the same problem. Too much energy, not enough time, etc. Only Hermione sat coolly, glancing at the grandfather clock against the wall from time to time, engrossed in her book about swallows of all types.
The clock struck 9 in the evening. Ron rolled over onto his back to try to read, then quickly rolled onto his stomach. He then gave up and tried these two positions on the floor instead of the chair. A mini- stampede of students for the now vacant chair resulted in a few feet being trampled on, several loud shrieks, and a reprimand from Hermione. Harry rolled his eyes from his position on the floor near the fire. 'Kids,' he thought, turning the page.
A first year suddenly broke out into a coughing fit. Harry looked up to see her friends laughing at her. Hermione gave them a stern look, then asked what the poor girl was doing. Her friends snickered.
"She ate some of this old moldy candy," said one boy with curly brown hair.
"Why?" asked Hermione, appalled at the lack of common sense on the girl's part. Her friends shrugged.
"We can't concentrate anymore. It's getting rather late," a small girl replied, nervously playing with her long hair. Hermione snorted, looked at the clock, and then gave the group a stern look.
"Just don't let it happen again. SOME of us need to use our time wisely and study before the exam tomorrow."
"Herm, can't we take a break?" Ron pleaded. He gave her his best puppy eyes, the ones he knew she'd never be able to resist. Hermione visibly relaxed, but remained firm.
"No, Ron, because if you take a break, it'll last until tomorrow morning at 9, and I know how badly you need to pass this test."
"You know, Hermione, if we take a break now, we can go run around, burn off some energy, and then start in again. We might be able to concentrate more then," Harry said, trying to sound reasonable. Hermione again visibly changed, this time to a posture of defeat.
"Fine. You guys go take a break. Be back here by 10!" she called after the stampede to the door. Hogwarts had recently opened a gaming room for the student's use. Everyone went there now, to burn off energy.
One person stayed behind. "Ron, why aren't you going to the game room like everyone else?"
"I have something else in mind."
A/N: You like? I'm going to start in with the next chapter, try to make this a real as possible and the like. PLEASE REVIEW! That's stuff makes my day and makes life here a little bit nicer. you know.