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 sequel 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 A/N: I rewrote this chapter, because a little bird told me that it was
rather weak. So, this is for you, little bird. I can't remember your name
right at the moment, but thank you. Hope you like this better.
The Fat Lady swung open to reveal.
Absolutely no one was in the common room. It was completely empty. "Where'd they go?" "Who knows, who cares. Let's get back to work, ok? I really don't want to fail the test!" And with that, our favorite Gryffindors got back to studying.
Harry sighed again. He just couldn't concentrate, no matter how hard he tried. It just wasn't working. He closed his eyes. 'Maybe I can try osmosis.' he thought, then quickly discarded the idea. If only there was some way to make this fun. Staring at his books once more, he attempted to burn the formulas in his brain. 'The velocity V of the sparrow in the horizontal direction is calculated by V-not, the initial velocity of the sparrow added to the acceleration A of the sparrow multiplied by the time T the sparrow has been flying. The horizontal distance D of the sparrow is-'
BANG!
A sea of heads shot up and stared at the source of the sound: the common room door. Hermione stood there, dried tears on her stewed tomato red face. She glared at the room. A sea of heads quickly went back to their books, and murmurs of formulas, spells, and ingredients soon filled the silence. Harry rose to try to help Hermione, but she stormed up the staircase to the girls' dormitories, and the door snapped shut with another bang. He quickly sat down, dejected. He tried to memorize the formula once more.
'The horizontal distance D of the sparrow is the initial velocity V- not multiplied by the time T the sparrow has been flying added to one-half the acceleration A multiplied by the square of the time T. The square of the velocity of the sparrow V is the square of the initial velocity V-not added to-"
BANG!
'Not again!' Harry thought as he looked up. Ron stood there this time, dried tears on his cooked lobster face. He glared at the room. No one had bothered to look up this time but Harry. Embarrassed, Harry stood up to talk to Ron. Ron shook his head, signaling for Harry to sit back down, but Harry insisted. Ron sighed.
"Hey, why doesn't everyone just go to bed? It's late. Go get some sleep. You're going to need it," Ron said, sounding very tired. Harry glanced at his friend's face and noticed a series of lines he hadn't seen before. The common room was emptied in less than a minute. Harry glanced at Ron.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I just had a nice long row with Herm," he said tiredly. He sat down and put his head in his hands. Harry sat down next to him, trying to be of some comfort. "What happened?" he asked, trying to be as sensitive as possible. Ron just moaned into his hands. "She accused me of just wanting one thing from her. One thing! I mean, it's not like I wouldn't want that. But she's the closest thing I have to a girlfriend. And she KNOWS that I respect her more than that. I just. I wanted to talk to her. about how I feel, you know? And as soon as I got out that I liked her." Ron shook his head at this.
"She just went off on me. It was like I told her that she had a nice behind and started quoting Tenacious D to her." "What?" Harry asked. He had never heard Ron verbalize his thoughts about Hermione before. Of course, the whole school knew that they liked each other. Ron sighed. "I like Herm, ok?" Harry shook his head. "No, it's not that. I knew that. It's just. What's Tenacious D?" Ron started to laugh. "Oh, that. It's an American band that Rose turned me onto a while back. They're really cool." Harry shook his head. "Well, I think we'd better go to bed." And with that, Ron and Harry followed the rest of the house up into the dorms.
The next morning, the Great Hall was buzzing with the news of Gryffindor's Battle of Romeo and Juliet, as it was now being called. Hermione and Ron were not present.
"I heard that they started making out in front of McGonnagal!"
"Where'd you get that idea! They just made out in front of the house, not the head thereof!"
"Whatever! I got it from a very reliable source that they didn't make out at all, but instead-"
"Not at the breakfast table, please!"
And so on.
The Gryffindor table was not immune to this talk, but it was mostly centered around what started the fight in the first place.
"I'm pretty sure that Ron tried to hit on Hermione."
"No way! He's too shy for that. Maybe he did something and it came across as a flirtatious gesture?"
"That was probably it. Hey, Rose."
"No, Seamus, it's too early and I have to have these formulas memorized." And so on.
Only Harry and Neville remained silent, and both of them had their noses stuck in a book holding shortcuts.
"Oh, so if we just find the acceleration of the sparrow, and the estimated time the sparrow was flying, we can find the average velocity!"
"And we know that they're going to give us the time. But what about the acceleration? All of the practice problems left that out!"
"Because they didn't have any acceleration. They were assuming that the velocity was constant. And we have three equations for the thing, so surely we'll be alright."
And so on.
A bell rang. The nervous students walked outside to find out where the test would be held. This was the first test of its kind. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife. It was announced where the test would be and for how long. The students walked into the room to face their toughest opponent yet.
"Hail Caesar. Those about to die salute you," muttered Rose as she walked into the room. Her hand gave a fleeting salute, and then she was out of sight.
A/N: Will they pass the test? Will Hermione and Ron ever make up? Will the rest of the school ever get their facts straight? Will someone review me? All this and more in the next installment of More Good Times.
Those of you in high school Physics will note that I used real formulas. I had to study them anyways. Those not yet in physics: MEMORIZE THOSE FORMULAS! You're gonna need them later!
Thanks to: Anaili: my first reviewer! Sorry it took so long to put your name on this, but I've been very loopy lately. Thanks for your kind words!
Fairy of the Black Oleand: YAY! You found the quote! I love that movie too. I kept that thought too. What can I say? When I get an idea like that, it stays. Thanks for reviewing!
NOW MORE PEOPLE! REVIEW!
The Fat Lady swung open to reveal.
Absolutely no one was in the common room. It was completely empty. "Where'd they go?" "Who knows, who cares. Let's get back to work, ok? I really don't want to fail the test!" And with that, our favorite Gryffindors got back to studying.
Harry sighed again. He just couldn't concentrate, no matter how hard he tried. It just wasn't working. He closed his eyes. 'Maybe I can try osmosis.' he thought, then quickly discarded the idea. If only there was some way to make this fun. Staring at his books once more, he attempted to burn the formulas in his brain. 'The velocity V of the sparrow in the horizontal direction is calculated by V-not, the initial velocity of the sparrow added to the acceleration A of the sparrow multiplied by the time T the sparrow has been flying. The horizontal distance D of the sparrow is-'
BANG!
A sea of heads shot up and stared at the source of the sound: the common room door. Hermione stood there, dried tears on her stewed tomato red face. She glared at the room. A sea of heads quickly went back to their books, and murmurs of formulas, spells, and ingredients soon filled the silence. Harry rose to try to help Hermione, but she stormed up the staircase to the girls' dormitories, and the door snapped shut with another bang. He quickly sat down, dejected. He tried to memorize the formula once more.
'The horizontal distance D of the sparrow is the initial velocity V- not multiplied by the time T the sparrow has been flying added to one-half the acceleration A multiplied by the square of the time T. The square of the velocity of the sparrow V is the square of the initial velocity V-not added to-"
BANG!
'Not again!' Harry thought as he looked up. Ron stood there this time, dried tears on his cooked lobster face. He glared at the room. No one had bothered to look up this time but Harry. Embarrassed, Harry stood up to talk to Ron. Ron shook his head, signaling for Harry to sit back down, but Harry insisted. Ron sighed.
"Hey, why doesn't everyone just go to bed? It's late. Go get some sleep. You're going to need it," Ron said, sounding very tired. Harry glanced at his friend's face and noticed a series of lines he hadn't seen before. The common room was emptied in less than a minute. Harry glanced at Ron.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I just had a nice long row with Herm," he said tiredly. He sat down and put his head in his hands. Harry sat down next to him, trying to be of some comfort. "What happened?" he asked, trying to be as sensitive as possible. Ron just moaned into his hands. "She accused me of just wanting one thing from her. One thing! I mean, it's not like I wouldn't want that. But she's the closest thing I have to a girlfriend. And she KNOWS that I respect her more than that. I just. I wanted to talk to her. about how I feel, you know? And as soon as I got out that I liked her." Ron shook his head at this.
"She just went off on me. It was like I told her that she had a nice behind and started quoting Tenacious D to her." "What?" Harry asked. He had never heard Ron verbalize his thoughts about Hermione before. Of course, the whole school knew that they liked each other. Ron sighed. "I like Herm, ok?" Harry shook his head. "No, it's not that. I knew that. It's just. What's Tenacious D?" Ron started to laugh. "Oh, that. It's an American band that Rose turned me onto a while back. They're really cool." Harry shook his head. "Well, I think we'd better go to bed." And with that, Ron and Harry followed the rest of the house up into the dorms.
The next morning, the Great Hall was buzzing with the news of Gryffindor's Battle of Romeo and Juliet, as it was now being called. Hermione and Ron were not present.
"I heard that they started making out in front of McGonnagal!"
"Where'd you get that idea! They just made out in front of the house, not the head thereof!"
"Whatever! I got it from a very reliable source that they didn't make out at all, but instead-"
"Not at the breakfast table, please!"
And so on.
The Gryffindor table was not immune to this talk, but it was mostly centered around what started the fight in the first place.
"I'm pretty sure that Ron tried to hit on Hermione."
"No way! He's too shy for that. Maybe he did something and it came across as a flirtatious gesture?"
"That was probably it. Hey, Rose."
"No, Seamus, it's too early and I have to have these formulas memorized." And so on.
Only Harry and Neville remained silent, and both of them had their noses stuck in a book holding shortcuts.
"Oh, so if we just find the acceleration of the sparrow, and the estimated time the sparrow was flying, we can find the average velocity!"
"And we know that they're going to give us the time. But what about the acceleration? All of the practice problems left that out!"
"Because they didn't have any acceleration. They were assuming that the velocity was constant. And we have three equations for the thing, so surely we'll be alright."
And so on.
A bell rang. The nervous students walked outside to find out where the test would be held. This was the first test of its kind. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife. It was announced where the test would be and for how long. The students walked into the room to face their toughest opponent yet.
"Hail Caesar. Those about to die salute you," muttered Rose as she walked into the room. Her hand gave a fleeting salute, and then she was out of sight.
A/N: Will they pass the test? Will Hermione and Ron ever make up? Will the rest of the school ever get their facts straight? Will someone review me? All this and more in the next installment of More Good Times.
Those of you in high school Physics will note that I used real formulas. I had to study them anyways. Those not yet in physics: MEMORIZE THOSE FORMULAS! You're gonna need them later!
Thanks to: Anaili: my first reviewer! Sorry it took so long to put your name on this, but I've been very loopy lately. Thanks for your kind words!
Fairy of the Black Oleand: YAY! You found the quote! I love that movie too. I kept that thought too. What can I say? When I get an idea like that, it stays. Thanks for reviewing!
NOW MORE PEOPLE! REVIEW!