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Oh, god.. I really should be studying for my science test. Procrastinating is not good!!! Lol.. Chugga chugga choo choo!!!!!
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Hermione's POV
I was trying VERY hard to forget Sunday's events. Not that it was helping much. Even though six days had passed since the whole Lucius problem, I STILL hadn't forgiven myself for FAINTING. It's just that my eyes were seeing the effects of the Crucio curse for the first time, and let me tell you, I did not like it. Still, fainting??? It seemed like some weak, dependent action that Parvati or Lavender might do if they saw a spider. Or make that Ron. I needed something to get my mind off Sunday.
"Harry, if you look at her like that, she'll get suspicious and uncomfortable." I said without looking up from the book I was currently reading. His head snapped up from his frozen position. "Whaa.. Oh! I-I wasn't staring at Ginny." He defended, making it even more apparent that he most certainly was. "I'm sure, Harry." I reached out a hand and patted down his messy, jet-black hair. He grinned and took the book out of my hands.
"Hermione, all you've been doing is reading books this past week!! Why don't you go out and get some fresh air. How about a game of quidditch?" He asked casually.
I gave him 'a look.' "First of all, stop changing the subject! And second of all, you KNOW I hate quidditch." I said hitting the upside of his head.
"Are you beating up my best mate over there?" Ron asked bounding down the stairs.
I looked at them both and grinned mischievously. "I might. I just about might." I answered. They looked at me in confusion. That's when I leaped on them and started tickling them to death. You would never know that they were ticklish unless you knew that they used to think Madame Hooch was hot. Strange? Yes. But they grew on me. They squirmed beneath my fingers as I poked them in their stomachs. Some residents of the common room looked up and started laughing, due to the strange sight they were seeing. I mean, if you saw two Gryffindor quidditch players laughing uncontrollably, and being tickled by someone almost two heads shorter than them and not the least bit as built, it would most definitely be hilarious.
Or at least I would laugh. Which I seemed to be doing right now.
I suddenly stopped from shock. I was.. LAUGHING. I hadn't done any of that this past week because of depressing images in my head. And I was ALWAYS happy, being my motto, sadness leads to suicide. "I'm guessing she loosened up." Ron commented. I smiled. I suddenly felt adventurous and airy. This laughter was taking a toll on me. Either that or my mental saneness because I said, "Quidditch it is!!!"
Harry's POV
The girl was crazy. She had never flown in her life unless you counted the times Ron and I hovered her three feet off the ground while she clutched us with a death grip as if we were her lives. But the girl was being stubborn. She INSISTED playing quidditch. I really wished I never mentioned it, seeing now it would probably affect the welfare of one of the best friends. Which is why, we called up the entire gryffindor quidditch team, the hufflepuff beaters, the ravenclaw keeper, and Draco Malfoy, because were taking safety precautions. MAJOR ones, at that. "Hermione, you sure about this?" Malfoy asked walking beside her to the quidditch pitch.
It was strange, how usually it was Hermione's face that paled when she approached the field, and now it was us who looked like we saw a ghost. "Of course!!" She answered smiling brightly.
"Remind me never to talk about quidditch again in front of Hermione." I whispered to Ron.
"Gladly." He answered with his eyebrows furrowed in a worried look.
I gathered the all the quidditch players together except for Draco who was busy explaining the rules many feet away. "People, I think Hermione has gone mad. But you know her, she won't let go on an idea until she actually does it, and by then, it might be too late. So this is what I want you all to do. CATCH HER IF SHE FALLS." I explained emphasizing my words. They nodded.
"I want you people to be spread out across the field, because god knows where she's going to fly when she falls. Richardson and Montgomery right field, and Forges and Lee left field. I want Ginny over in the top field with Detroit in case something goes wrong and you, Rocha, lower field. What's-her-name with the blonde hair and blue eyes, (she gave me a dirty look at that for forgetting her name.) Micah, right? And Katie flying around the stadium seats because she might fall sideways. Ron, Malfoy, and I will be following her closely. Now, I want ALL of you to always be one level under her, enough to be able to catch her and not enough so it won't be suspicious looking." I finished with my speech. They nodded and departed flying to their stations that I assigned them.
I knew I was being way to cautious for my own good, but I was paranoid. We were talking about someone who skipped Madame Hooch's classes with a faked medical note from Madame Pomfrey. We were talking about Hermione Granger who NEVER skipped classes, even if her life depended on it. I kicked off the ground with Ron at my side. Even the wind rushing through my hair which usually exhilarated me, didn't help me stop worrying about Hermione's fate.
We played for half an hour before Hermione came to her senses. Actually, she didn't fall off her broom at all. And she caught almost half the balls thrown to her. Which were two. Relatively, that wasn't too bad if you compared her to Ron's first days keeping. At least she didn't faint under pressure like SOME people. Coughroncough. I guess Madame Hooch taught her enough basics out of the few classes she attended. It was when she realized her madness did she almost topple over in shock. Thank god Malfoy was there to steady her.
When she reached solid ground, she looked horribly pale. "Do you need to go to the hospital wing??" I asked worriedly. It certainly looked like she needed some pepper up potion, or at least some rest. She shook her head roughly and clutched my arm as I made Ron and Ginny lead her back to the common room.
"Paranoid, much?" Micah asked, gazing at me with an arched golden eyebrow and folded arms as we entered back into the Hogwarts Castle.
"Thanks MICAH, for that comment, although I've already established that with myself many minutes ago." I retorted. She just smiled and rolled her eyes along with the rest of the Gryffindor Team. "As I was going to say, I wanna thank all of you for coming, and enduring my majorly PARANOID self, as SOMEONE dearly puts it." They all snorted nodded, departing with the acceptance of Malfoy. We walked in silence back to the Gryffindor Common Room. "Mi amor." I whispered to the fat lady painting, low enough so Malfoy couldn't hear. Some crazy, lovestruck, Gryffindor who knew Spanish had made up the retarded password.
We entered and headed straight for Hermione who seemed to be lost in space.
"You okay there, Mione?" Malfoy asked worriedly as he sat down beside her and put and arm around her shoulders. She smiled faintly, almost sleepily, and nodded. "What's wrong with her?" I whispered to Ron. He turned to me and said, "We brought her to the hospital wing and insisted on her being dosed with some mild numbing potion so that she wouldn't be frozen in shock. You know how she is about flying, and she just flew about thirty five feet up in the air." He explained.
Ginny sidled up beside me. "Don't listen to what they say, overcoming fears has NOTHING to do with doing them first." She whispered. I smiled, realizing some truth in her words.
Oh gods, what a day. And WHAT a day we were going to have tomorrow when Hermione realizes her bold actions.
The Next Day
Hermione's POV
I got out of bed feeling woozy in the head somewhat when it all came back to me. For god sakes, and that got me even woozier. I sighed and stretched to take a shower. I finally emerged, fresh and energized, yet still shocked by yesterday's events. I walked my way to breakfast and sat down beside Harry at the Gryffindor Table. I quickly got to the point. "Tell me I didn't actually do it." I muttered into my cereal.
"Um.. you didn't do it?" He offered innocently. I scowled as he put an arm on my back. "C'mon Mione, it wasn't THAT bad, was it?" He asked. I nodded bluntly. "It was worse actually, if you want to know the absolute truth." I said.
Ginny placed her food down and slid into the chair opposite of me. "What you NEED, is NOT to be reminded of yesterday's events, but to FORGET about them." She said glaring at Harry. He put his hands up in mock defeat.
"And pray tell, how am I supposed to do that?" I asked, crossing my arms. She grinned.
"Don't you just miss Anna and them?" She asked. I looked at her in confusion.
"Well THAT'S a random question."
"I was THINKING, that maybe you could invite your muggle friends over." She explained slowly.
"You really think.. oh.. but Dumbledore would never allow it." I sighed miserably and continued picking at my food.
"You wouldn't know until you asked." Ginny stated. I realized she was right. The worse that could happen was that he would say no. That wasn't too bad. Just a bit of a major disappointment.
I hurriedly shuffled out of my seat, and whispered to Harry. "If you help me clean up my plate, I won't bother you about helping S.P.E.W. anymore." He looked up eagerly, so I took that as a yes. I walked, no make that POWER WALKED, to his office. I knocked on his door just as he said, "Come in."
I stepped inside and sat down on one of his plush purple armchairs. "What would you like, Ms. Granger?" He asked with a patient manner. I looked up at him nervously. "Um.. well, I was thinking that, heh.. well actually Ginny gave me the idea, and, er.."
He looked at me serenely through his half-moon glasses. "Yes.." He prodded.
"Could I perhaps invite my muggle friends for a visit?" I asked in a huge rush. He was silent for a moment. A moment that perhaps lasted no more than half a minute, but it seemed like an eternity to me.
"Yes."
I gazed at him shocked. "What?"
"Yes, Ms. Granger, you have permission to invite them. But we will need to make the arrangements, don't you think?" I quickly recovered due to my excitement.
"Yes, yes, yes!!" I shrieked. He looked at me with interest with his hands folded primly on his desk. I blushed and recovered.
"Um, well, maybe next weekend, can they come?" I asked. He nodded.
"But, you might want to ask them first, because I really don't like transferring muggles when they're least expected. Why, they would be in the shower for all we know." He answered mildly. I smiled brightly, and answered, "Oh! I'll contact them immediately! Thank you!!" I answered and rushed out of the room, my eyes sparkling with innocent eagerness.
Dumbledore's POV
My, oh my. What a hyper child she was.
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Stephanie's POV (Also known as the Author's Note): I'm so sorry! I haven't updated in two weeks!! Should I deprive myself from sweets for the next week? Sigh.. please ignore my strange sense of humor. LOL, anyways.. I plan on writing a new chapter this weekend. Please Review!
Oh, god.. I really should be studying for my science test. Procrastinating is not good!!! Lol.. Chugga chugga choo choo!!!!!
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Hermione's POV
I was trying VERY hard to forget Sunday's events. Not that it was helping much. Even though six days had passed since the whole Lucius problem, I STILL hadn't forgiven myself for FAINTING. It's just that my eyes were seeing the effects of the Crucio curse for the first time, and let me tell you, I did not like it. Still, fainting??? It seemed like some weak, dependent action that Parvati or Lavender might do if they saw a spider. Or make that Ron. I needed something to get my mind off Sunday.
"Harry, if you look at her like that, she'll get suspicious and uncomfortable." I said without looking up from the book I was currently reading. His head snapped up from his frozen position. "Whaa.. Oh! I-I wasn't staring at Ginny." He defended, making it even more apparent that he most certainly was. "I'm sure, Harry." I reached out a hand and patted down his messy, jet-black hair. He grinned and took the book out of my hands.
"Hermione, all you've been doing is reading books this past week!! Why don't you go out and get some fresh air. How about a game of quidditch?" He asked casually.
I gave him 'a look.' "First of all, stop changing the subject! And second of all, you KNOW I hate quidditch." I said hitting the upside of his head.
"Are you beating up my best mate over there?" Ron asked bounding down the stairs.
I looked at them both and grinned mischievously. "I might. I just about might." I answered. They looked at me in confusion. That's when I leaped on them and started tickling them to death. You would never know that they were ticklish unless you knew that they used to think Madame Hooch was hot. Strange? Yes. But they grew on me. They squirmed beneath my fingers as I poked them in their stomachs. Some residents of the common room looked up and started laughing, due to the strange sight they were seeing. I mean, if you saw two Gryffindor quidditch players laughing uncontrollably, and being tickled by someone almost two heads shorter than them and not the least bit as built, it would most definitely be hilarious.
Or at least I would laugh. Which I seemed to be doing right now.
I suddenly stopped from shock. I was.. LAUGHING. I hadn't done any of that this past week because of depressing images in my head. And I was ALWAYS happy, being my motto, sadness leads to suicide. "I'm guessing she loosened up." Ron commented. I smiled. I suddenly felt adventurous and airy. This laughter was taking a toll on me. Either that or my mental saneness because I said, "Quidditch it is!!!"
Harry's POV
The girl was crazy. She had never flown in her life unless you counted the times Ron and I hovered her three feet off the ground while she clutched us with a death grip as if we were her lives. But the girl was being stubborn. She INSISTED playing quidditch. I really wished I never mentioned it, seeing now it would probably affect the welfare of one of the best friends. Which is why, we called up the entire gryffindor quidditch team, the hufflepuff beaters, the ravenclaw keeper, and Draco Malfoy, because were taking safety precautions. MAJOR ones, at that. "Hermione, you sure about this?" Malfoy asked walking beside her to the quidditch pitch.
It was strange, how usually it was Hermione's face that paled when she approached the field, and now it was us who looked like we saw a ghost. "Of course!!" She answered smiling brightly.
"Remind me never to talk about quidditch again in front of Hermione." I whispered to Ron.
"Gladly." He answered with his eyebrows furrowed in a worried look.
I gathered the all the quidditch players together except for Draco who was busy explaining the rules many feet away. "People, I think Hermione has gone mad. But you know her, she won't let go on an idea until she actually does it, and by then, it might be too late. So this is what I want you all to do. CATCH HER IF SHE FALLS." I explained emphasizing my words. They nodded.
"I want you people to be spread out across the field, because god knows where she's going to fly when she falls. Richardson and Montgomery right field, and Forges and Lee left field. I want Ginny over in the top field with Detroit in case something goes wrong and you, Rocha, lower field. What's-her-name with the blonde hair and blue eyes, (she gave me a dirty look at that for forgetting her name.) Micah, right? And Katie flying around the stadium seats because she might fall sideways. Ron, Malfoy, and I will be following her closely. Now, I want ALL of you to always be one level under her, enough to be able to catch her and not enough so it won't be suspicious looking." I finished with my speech. They nodded and departed flying to their stations that I assigned them.
I knew I was being way to cautious for my own good, but I was paranoid. We were talking about someone who skipped Madame Hooch's classes with a faked medical note from Madame Pomfrey. We were talking about Hermione Granger who NEVER skipped classes, even if her life depended on it. I kicked off the ground with Ron at my side. Even the wind rushing through my hair which usually exhilarated me, didn't help me stop worrying about Hermione's fate.
We played for half an hour before Hermione came to her senses. Actually, she didn't fall off her broom at all. And she caught almost half the balls thrown to her. Which were two. Relatively, that wasn't too bad if you compared her to Ron's first days keeping. At least she didn't faint under pressure like SOME people. Coughroncough. I guess Madame Hooch taught her enough basics out of the few classes she attended. It was when she realized her madness did she almost topple over in shock. Thank god Malfoy was there to steady her.
When she reached solid ground, she looked horribly pale. "Do you need to go to the hospital wing??" I asked worriedly. It certainly looked like she needed some pepper up potion, or at least some rest. She shook her head roughly and clutched my arm as I made Ron and Ginny lead her back to the common room.
"Paranoid, much?" Micah asked, gazing at me with an arched golden eyebrow and folded arms as we entered back into the Hogwarts Castle.
"Thanks MICAH, for that comment, although I've already established that with myself many minutes ago." I retorted. She just smiled and rolled her eyes along with the rest of the Gryffindor Team. "As I was going to say, I wanna thank all of you for coming, and enduring my majorly PARANOID self, as SOMEONE dearly puts it." They all snorted nodded, departing with the acceptance of Malfoy. We walked in silence back to the Gryffindor Common Room. "Mi amor." I whispered to the fat lady painting, low enough so Malfoy couldn't hear. Some crazy, lovestruck, Gryffindor who knew Spanish had made up the retarded password.
We entered and headed straight for Hermione who seemed to be lost in space.
"You okay there, Mione?" Malfoy asked worriedly as he sat down beside her and put and arm around her shoulders. She smiled faintly, almost sleepily, and nodded. "What's wrong with her?" I whispered to Ron. He turned to me and said, "We brought her to the hospital wing and insisted on her being dosed with some mild numbing potion so that she wouldn't be frozen in shock. You know how she is about flying, and she just flew about thirty five feet up in the air." He explained.
Ginny sidled up beside me. "Don't listen to what they say, overcoming fears has NOTHING to do with doing them first." She whispered. I smiled, realizing some truth in her words.
Oh gods, what a day. And WHAT a day we were going to have tomorrow when Hermione realizes her bold actions.
The Next Day
Hermione's POV
I got out of bed feeling woozy in the head somewhat when it all came back to me. For god sakes, and that got me even woozier. I sighed and stretched to take a shower. I finally emerged, fresh and energized, yet still shocked by yesterday's events. I walked my way to breakfast and sat down beside Harry at the Gryffindor Table. I quickly got to the point. "Tell me I didn't actually do it." I muttered into my cereal.
"Um.. you didn't do it?" He offered innocently. I scowled as he put an arm on my back. "C'mon Mione, it wasn't THAT bad, was it?" He asked. I nodded bluntly. "It was worse actually, if you want to know the absolute truth." I said.
Ginny placed her food down and slid into the chair opposite of me. "What you NEED, is NOT to be reminded of yesterday's events, but to FORGET about them." She said glaring at Harry. He put his hands up in mock defeat.
"And pray tell, how am I supposed to do that?" I asked, crossing my arms. She grinned.
"Don't you just miss Anna and them?" She asked. I looked at her in confusion.
"Well THAT'S a random question."
"I was THINKING, that maybe you could invite your muggle friends over." She explained slowly.
"You really think.. oh.. but Dumbledore would never allow it." I sighed miserably and continued picking at my food.
"You wouldn't know until you asked." Ginny stated. I realized she was right. The worse that could happen was that he would say no. That wasn't too bad. Just a bit of a major disappointment.
I hurriedly shuffled out of my seat, and whispered to Harry. "If you help me clean up my plate, I won't bother you about helping S.P.E.W. anymore." He looked up eagerly, so I took that as a yes. I walked, no make that POWER WALKED, to his office. I knocked on his door just as he said, "Come in."
I stepped inside and sat down on one of his plush purple armchairs. "What would you like, Ms. Granger?" He asked with a patient manner. I looked up at him nervously. "Um.. well, I was thinking that, heh.. well actually Ginny gave me the idea, and, er.."
He looked at me serenely through his half-moon glasses. "Yes.." He prodded.
"Could I perhaps invite my muggle friends for a visit?" I asked in a huge rush. He was silent for a moment. A moment that perhaps lasted no more than half a minute, but it seemed like an eternity to me.
"Yes."
I gazed at him shocked. "What?"
"Yes, Ms. Granger, you have permission to invite them. But we will need to make the arrangements, don't you think?" I quickly recovered due to my excitement.
"Yes, yes, yes!!" I shrieked. He looked at me with interest with his hands folded primly on his desk. I blushed and recovered.
"Um, well, maybe next weekend, can they come?" I asked. He nodded.
"But, you might want to ask them first, because I really don't like transferring muggles when they're least expected. Why, they would be in the shower for all we know." He answered mildly. I smiled brightly, and answered, "Oh! I'll contact them immediately! Thank you!!" I answered and rushed out of the room, my eyes sparkling with innocent eagerness.
Dumbledore's POV
My, oh my. What a hyper child she was.
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Stephanie's POV (Also known as the Author's Note): I'm so sorry! I haven't updated in two weeks!! Should I deprive myself from sweets for the next week? Sigh.. please ignore my strange sense of humor. LOL, anyways.. I plan on writing a new chapter this weekend. Please Review!