"Know what I'll never get about Jelly Beans?" Draco spoke offhandedly to Hermione and Ron. They were walking down to the Gryffindor Common Room when he had spotted them, waving a bag of Bertie Botts every flavour beans. "Why are they 'beans?' I mean, why 'beans?'They don't even make you fart! Why not 'Jelly Potatoes?' or 'Jelly Fish,' huh? Even the bean flavoured jelly beans don't take like-"
"Malfoy, do us all a favour," Ron spoke under his breath. "And just SHUT UP."
"Oh, is someone a little grumpy wumpy?" Draco suddenly leaped in Ron's path, seized and pinched his cheeks, and said, "I think someone needs a wittle cheerin' up! Yes he does, yes he does! koochi koochi koo! Peekaboo! I see you!"
Ron stood there, flabberghasted, then pushed Draco out of the way.
"Don't-touch-me!"
"Someone wants a hug!" Draco called, and gave Ron a huge hug. "So does Hermy!" And he pushed her in their embrace.
"Look, you guys!" A group of slytherins (Draco's old crowd who know hated him) A three-sum How sweet." They laughed and left.
"Draco, I don't mean to hurt your feelings," Hermione spoke sweetly. "But quit acting so...so...eccentric?"
He looked strangely at her. Draco hadn't the slightest clue what 'eccentric' was.
"Nuh...I was gonna tell you guys something." Draco said, totally off subject. They carried on walking down the hall. "It was where I was when darling Harry-Berry was vomiting his adorable guts out...oh yeah! I got transferred!"
"To another year?" Hermione asked, but it was obvious that she wished he was.
"Another school?" Ron wouldn't let HIS excitement be dampened. "Another country? Another planet?"
"No sillies!" He called. "I changed school houses, duh!"
They froze in their tracks.
"WHAT?!"
"Yeah! I'm not a Slytherin anymore!"
"Are you in Ravenclaw?" Hermione asked hopefully.
"Nope!"
"Hufflepuff?" Ron said. They knew what was left.
"No!" Draco had the widest grin on his face. "GRYFFINDOR!"
They exchanged looks, eyes wide open in pure-hearted terror.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"Proffesor McGonagall?" Harry asked surreally, from his new clean bed. All the teachers had done their best to clean and help with the disgusting hospital wing. "Am I hearing things?"
"What things, Potter?"
"I could have sworn I heard someone screaming. Then I heard some crashings, and more screams, and..."
"Your just a little skitsophrenic, Potter," She said, and put her hand to his forehead. "You seem better. Oh no!"
A strecher was being brought in. A crippled, bloody boy was on it.
"What happened to-"
It was Draco. He apparently had been beaten serveral times, cursed, and overall a huge mess. Lucky thing was he didn't seem to be concious.Harry felt much more alive after seeing his state. He leaped out of bed and cried, "I feel good! I'm going back-"
"You are going back to the Common Room, Potter." McGonagall ordered. "Forget your other classes. Do your homework or whatever but do not leave the common room, you here me? You may still be hallucinating."
"Yes mam."
When Harry got to the common room, he found Hermione and Ron sitting smuggly and happily in front of the fire. Harry was a little shocked that both of them would skip class, but he then realized that it was still lunch time.
"Why are you guys so happy?"
"We did it." Ron said suddenly.
"We cursed Malfoy! I'm not so sure if I am proud of it, but..."
"It was beautiful! He was all sprawled out on the floor and...oh, a true work of art."
"True."
Harry yawned, and fell onto the couch beside them.
"Madam Promfrey should be fired. Her medicine nearly killed me."
Ron and Hermione gave each other nervous glances.
"Maybe you were just allergic, Harry..."
"Yeah..." Harry shrugged. "Well anyways. They reckon I'm still crazy so I can't do anything but just stay here. Oh well."
"We better get going, Ron," Hermione stood up. "Lunch is about over. See you later, then, Harry?"
Harry nodded.
"Sure."
Harry headed back up to bed - he was still pretty tired from the exaustion of fighting the curse earlier. But before he could, he found himself kicking something at the boy's dorm's door. It was a pale pink, flowery, small book. Curious, Harry took it into his bed, propped it in his lap and began reading. That is when he realized it was someone's diary. It was labelled 'Weasley.'
"Dear Diary, there is someone I love. He is so beautiful, so strong, with his satiny black hair and green eyes. We've known each other since the day we started Hogwarts, and my burning passion will not cease. I've kept my promise with only two people, but I am sure everyone knows. But my brothers won't stop picking on me. It does not matter, for I will love him forever. He is the only one for me - he's Harry Potter."
Harry felt rather flattered, and surprassingly strange. The cover said Weasley, and Harry didn't doubt that Ginny had wrote this. He placed the book on the desk beside him, took off his glasses, and fell asleep. He planned to talk to Ginny in the morning.
CHAPTER END
Ho ho ho ho! A cliff hanger! What will Harry say to Ginny, huh? Trust me, you guy's won't expect what is about to happen...
"Malfoy, do us all a favour," Ron spoke under his breath. "And just SHUT UP."
"Oh, is someone a little grumpy wumpy?" Draco suddenly leaped in Ron's path, seized and pinched his cheeks, and said, "I think someone needs a wittle cheerin' up! Yes he does, yes he does! koochi koochi koo! Peekaboo! I see you!"
Ron stood there, flabberghasted, then pushed Draco out of the way.
"Don't-touch-me!"
"Someone wants a hug!" Draco called, and gave Ron a huge hug. "So does Hermy!" And he pushed her in their embrace.
"Look, you guys!" A group of slytherins (Draco's old crowd who know hated him) A three-sum How sweet." They laughed and left.
"Draco, I don't mean to hurt your feelings," Hermione spoke sweetly. "But quit acting so...so...eccentric?"
He looked strangely at her. Draco hadn't the slightest clue what 'eccentric' was.
"Nuh...I was gonna tell you guys something." Draco said, totally off subject. They carried on walking down the hall. "It was where I was when darling Harry-Berry was vomiting his adorable guts out...oh yeah! I got transferred!"
"To another year?" Hermione asked, but it was obvious that she wished he was.
"Another school?" Ron wouldn't let HIS excitement be dampened. "Another country? Another planet?"
"No sillies!" He called. "I changed school houses, duh!"
They froze in their tracks.
"WHAT?!"
"Yeah! I'm not a Slytherin anymore!"
"Are you in Ravenclaw?" Hermione asked hopefully.
"Nope!"
"Hufflepuff?" Ron said. They knew what was left.
"No!" Draco had the widest grin on his face. "GRYFFINDOR!"
They exchanged looks, eyes wide open in pure-hearted terror.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"Proffesor McGonagall?" Harry asked surreally, from his new clean bed. All the teachers had done their best to clean and help with the disgusting hospital wing. "Am I hearing things?"
"What things, Potter?"
"I could have sworn I heard someone screaming. Then I heard some crashings, and more screams, and..."
"Your just a little skitsophrenic, Potter," She said, and put her hand to his forehead. "You seem better. Oh no!"
A strecher was being brought in. A crippled, bloody boy was on it.
"What happened to-"
It was Draco. He apparently had been beaten serveral times, cursed, and overall a huge mess. Lucky thing was he didn't seem to be concious.Harry felt much more alive after seeing his state. He leaped out of bed and cried, "I feel good! I'm going back-"
"You are going back to the Common Room, Potter." McGonagall ordered. "Forget your other classes. Do your homework or whatever but do not leave the common room, you here me? You may still be hallucinating."
"Yes mam."
When Harry got to the common room, he found Hermione and Ron sitting smuggly and happily in front of the fire. Harry was a little shocked that both of them would skip class, but he then realized that it was still lunch time.
"Why are you guys so happy?"
"We did it." Ron said suddenly.
"We cursed Malfoy! I'm not so sure if I am proud of it, but..."
"It was beautiful! He was all sprawled out on the floor and...oh, a true work of art."
"True."
Harry yawned, and fell onto the couch beside them.
"Madam Promfrey should be fired. Her medicine nearly killed me."
Ron and Hermione gave each other nervous glances.
"Maybe you were just allergic, Harry..."
"Yeah..." Harry shrugged. "Well anyways. They reckon I'm still crazy so I can't do anything but just stay here. Oh well."
"We better get going, Ron," Hermione stood up. "Lunch is about over. See you later, then, Harry?"
Harry nodded.
"Sure."
Harry headed back up to bed - he was still pretty tired from the exaustion of fighting the curse earlier. But before he could, he found himself kicking something at the boy's dorm's door. It was a pale pink, flowery, small book. Curious, Harry took it into his bed, propped it in his lap and began reading. That is when he realized it was someone's diary. It was labelled 'Weasley.'
"Dear Diary, there is someone I love. He is so beautiful, so strong, with his satiny black hair and green eyes. We've known each other since the day we started Hogwarts, and my burning passion will not cease. I've kept my promise with only two people, but I am sure everyone knows. But my brothers won't stop picking on me. It does not matter, for I will love him forever. He is the only one for me - he's Harry Potter."
Harry felt rather flattered, and surprassingly strange. The cover said Weasley, and Harry didn't doubt that Ginny had wrote this. He placed the book on the desk beside him, took off his glasses, and fell asleep. He planned to talk to Ginny in the morning.
CHAPTER END
Ho ho ho ho! A cliff hanger! What will Harry say to Ginny, huh? Trust me, you guy's won't expect what is about to happen...