Opposites Attract
A/N: Dun dun dun! Will it be 7 Minutes in Heaven for Harry and Hermione or 7 Minutes in Hell?! Let's find out in chapter four of…Opposites Attract! *cheesy smile*
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Anger flared up inside Hermione as she glowered at someone's faux fur coat. Parvati just shoved her into the closet, not even caring about her consent! She just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time – Jesus, it was probably nearing 11 now!
Curse Lavender and Parvati, those airhead bimbos! Hermione thought furiously. Once I get out of this god damned closet, I will-I will make them regret that they ever forced me to play this bloody game and waste precious study time…in fact, they'll regret that they even existed! I'll show th-
"Cho-ee??? My puppy wuppy? Are you still there?!" A shrill from right behind her interrupted her thoughts and Hermione jumped.
"I am not your puppy wuppy Cho-ee," Hermione responded, emphasizing the last word with utter disgust.
"Of course you are!" Harry replied with joy. "No, no! Wait! You're not Cho-ee, you…you're CHO-EE!!!" He giggled.
Oh God, Hermione held her breath. It stank like muddy boots and dog waste mixed together. She grimaced. If only Harry's fan club saw him now…would they still swarm around him like eager bees? Oh, of course, they would probably think it was oh-so sweet…
Harry began laughing at this exact moment, bursting into hysterics. "HA HA HA HE EHE HEHEHEHEHE!"
"Um…Potter…why, precisely, are you laughing?"
Harry's laughter died down after a few minutes. "Well, I wonder, Parvati and Lavender said that this game was called 7 Minutes in Heaven." He found this extremely amusing as he started laughing again.
Hermione sighed. "And your point is…?"
"Well…then…this…must…be…heaven!" He gasped.
"Potter, it's a COAT CLOSET! Let me repeat that, A COAT CLOS-"
"But Cho-ee," Harry whined. "We're not dead yet! And it's really dark too." He gasped suddenly and grabbed Hermione's arm, his fingers clutching tightly.
"What is it…"
"WHAT IF WE'RE IN," He screamed loudly. "IN HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Harry…for the third time, we're in a coat closet…"
Meanwhile, the circle stopped talking as a scream came from the closet (Harry's). They raised their eyebrows and a few grinned.
"Must be having fun, eh Lavender?" Parvati smirked. Lavender smirked back.
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They stood there in silence. Hermione found her eyelids drooping. She was still very tired, even from her long nap. Maybe she could sleep here for the night and snuggle with…Hermione jerked her head up, her eyes sprang open. Was she almost going to say Harry's name. The air inside the tight closet was very hot and stuffy…it felt like she was being suffocated now as she tried to sort her thoughts.
Then she heard a quiet sobbing sound in the corner. Oh boy, Hermione rolled her eyes. What was it THIS time?!
"Harry? Harry..." She spoke softly. The sound continued. "HARRY! WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?!"
The sound stopped as Harry sniffed. "Well…well…I THINK MY LIPS HAVE A BOO-BOO ON THEM!!!"
Hermione blinked.
"Can…can you kiss them so it will make my lips feel better? Pwetty pwease??" He said in a puppy-sounding voice like when a kid was asking his mom for a new bike.
His sentence was followed by silence. Hermione couldn't think of anything to say. She could feel the faint traces of her headache coming back.
"Pwetty pwease with sugar on top???"
Granger! HELLLLO!!!! Why are you debating whether or not to kiss him? Good grief, just say no! You hate Potter, remember? This isn't a hard choice! This isn't a dilemma! Her conscience prodded her, the message loud and clear.
"Um, no."
"Pwetty pwetty pwease with sugar and sprinkles on top???"
"No."
"Pwetty pwetty pwease with sugar, sprinkles and stwah-berries on top???"
"No!"
"WAHH!!!" Harry screamed. "CHO-EE, YOU'RE A MEANIE!!!" He kicked her hard in the shins and Hermione yelled out in pain.
She clamped a hand over his mouth. "Shh! Be quiet! And Harry, don't EVER get drunk or drink Ron's spiked punch again! Urgh!" She hobbled around; she could feel a big black bruise forming.
Hermione glanced at the door. She could have sworn that it was seven minutes by now. Parvati and Lavender would be heading this way now…unlocking the closet doors…then she would be free…and she never had to kiss Potter either…
Suddenly, Harry bit her hand that was covering his mouth and Hermione shrieked, wringing her hand around.
"MEANIE CHO-EE!!!"
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They could hear the shrieks and the screams coming from the coat closet. Cho looked up at the clock, feeling uneasy for the entire time…I mean, after all, who wouldn't? Her precious Hawwy was locked up in a closet with another girl! Not to mention it was Granger too.
"I, I think it's time you let 'em out, Par and Lav." Then she roared into laughter, slapping the armchair, tears streaming down her face. "PAR AND LAV!!! TEE HEHEHEHEE, OOH, THAT FUNNEH, PAR AND LAV, LAV AND PAR, HEHEHEHEEHEH!"
Parvati and Lavender glared at her then looked up at the clock as well. Cho was right, despite the fact that she was drunk and probably couldn't tell the time. They grinned as each other as Parvati got the Polaroid ready. Ohh, Parvati couldn't wait until next week's issue of the Blackwood Prophet. Potter and Granger's picture of them sucking each other's faces out would be plastered everywhere…
As Lavender fumbled with the keys and jiggled with the lock as quietly as she could, Parvati kneeled in front of the closet, her Polaroid in the exact position, her finger poised just above the shutter. She stayed like that for a while until she couldn't take it anymore.
"Lav! What's taking you so long?! Is it that hard to unlock the closet??" She hissed, lowering the Polaroid.
"It…won't…budge." Lavender grunted then collapsed onto the rug, the keys dropping beside her. She threw her hands up in the air and Parvati's eyes narrowed.
"What do you mean it won't budge?! Lemme try, here, be ready with the Polaroid!" Parvati tossed the camera into her lap and picked up the keys, marching to the door.
After a few minutes, she threw the ring of keys against the wall in frustration. "Damnit!!! THE CLOSET DOOR WON'T OPEN!" Parvati wailed, joining the circle once more. The others groaned.
"Aww, so we don't get to have a try?" Katie Bell complained, her head resting on George Weasley's shoulder.
"Nope, we can try nex-" Lavender was cut off as the double doors that led into the room opened. An elderly woman with her hair tied neatly into a bun and dressed in a loose gown, stepped from behind the doors. Before she opened her mouth, everyone in the circle except for Parvati and Lavender, scurried into the shadows, scrambling up the staircases to their separate dormitories. Parvati tossed them a scowl.
"Why are you girls still up?! Tomorrow is a school day as I must say and it is an hour before midnight! You got to get up at 6:00 tomorrow morning sharply!" Professor McGonagall chastised.
"We were, um, doing something…" Parvati mumbled. McGonagall raised her eyebrows.
"That something is…studying for our chemistry test!" Lavender piped up and Parvati gave her a half-smile. McGonagall hesitated then nodded curtly.
"Alright then…but please hurry off to bed now. You shouldn't be leaving studying to the last minute anyway. Good night girls and please do not sleep in tomorrow." The woman studied them both then disappeared, the doors closing shut.
"Well, I guess Potter and Granger will have to stay locked up in the coat closet all night then." They both snickered and ascended the stairs, shutting off the light behind them.
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A/N: I keep dragging this on and on forever, eh?! This is what you get for not reviewing much! Lol! Next chapter…Harry and Hermione's night in the closet…will they finally lock lips or no?! Now…
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