"What are you going to write to Cho?" Ron inquired. Harry looked up
from the blank parchment on the table in front of him.
"Why, are you having trouble with your letter to Alicia, also?" The boys looked at each other hopelessly, and glanced over at Hermione, who was reading a book in the corner of the common room. The glower from her cold eyes told them that she was not going to be of any help. Suddenly, they turned back to their letters, pondering whether there was any rhyme to daffodil.
After much tribulation Ron brandished his parchment in the air with a flourish, and read dramatically:
"Once upon a midnight dreary,
While I practiced Quiditch, weak and weary,
Suddenly there came a vision,
Of beauty of I could not provision,
Flying on a broomstick high,
Like an angel from the sky,
(in twinkle-star fashion)
Alicia, there before my eyes,
Won't you go bake me a pie,
Up above the world so high,
Like an angel from the sky,
Alicia Spinnet you're my girl,
You really don't make me hurl!
Ron looked hopefully at the common room.
"Sorry mate," Harry said, consolingly, "That was complete rubbish. No scratch that, that was the most appalling thing ever written."
Despairingly, Ron slumped into a poofy armchair, then conceded, "I know but how do you express uh, er....feelings?"
"Not like that," Harry told him.
"Well, have a go at yours, then," jeered Ron.
"Uh, erm, well," Harry glanced down at his own scribbled work, then read in a small voice, " Darling Cho, you rock, From Harry."
From Hermione's corner a distinctive snort could be heard and Hermione stormed out of the common muttering, "O, please, how pathetic, if I had a boyfriend."
A/N: Well, wasn't that interesting.? This chapter is due for major additions in the near future, so keep checking. Wrote this with katinthehat, we did. Very excited. Anybody like snow? We ship for free! Excess supply of that white fluffy stuff here, if you want it. Read and review, as always.
"Why, are you having trouble with your letter to Alicia, also?" The boys looked at each other hopelessly, and glanced over at Hermione, who was reading a book in the corner of the common room. The glower from her cold eyes told them that she was not going to be of any help. Suddenly, they turned back to their letters, pondering whether there was any rhyme to daffodil.
After much tribulation Ron brandished his parchment in the air with a flourish, and read dramatically:
"Once upon a midnight dreary,
While I practiced Quiditch, weak and weary,
Suddenly there came a vision,
Of beauty of I could not provision,
Flying on a broomstick high,
Like an angel from the sky,
(in twinkle-star fashion)
Alicia, there before my eyes,
Won't you go bake me a pie,
Up above the world so high,
Like an angel from the sky,
Alicia Spinnet you're my girl,
You really don't make me hurl!
Ron looked hopefully at the common room.
"Sorry mate," Harry said, consolingly, "That was complete rubbish. No scratch that, that was the most appalling thing ever written."
Despairingly, Ron slumped into a poofy armchair, then conceded, "I know but how do you express uh, er....feelings?"
"Not like that," Harry told him.
"Well, have a go at yours, then," jeered Ron.
"Uh, erm, well," Harry glanced down at his own scribbled work, then read in a small voice, " Darling Cho, you rock, From Harry."
From Hermione's corner a distinctive snort could be heard and Hermione stormed out of the common muttering, "O, please, how pathetic, if I had a boyfriend."
A/N: Well, wasn't that interesting.? This chapter is due for major additions in the near future, so keep checking. Wrote this with katinthehat, we did. Very excited. Anybody like snow? We ship for free! Excess supply of that white fluffy stuff here, if you want it. Read and review, as always.
