After the dinner feast in the great hall, Hermione, Ron and Harry left for
the
Gryffindor common room, with Ron screaming at Harry all the way. "Harry!
You could have caught that snitch! It was one bloody inch infront of you! If
you hadn't wasted valuble time staring at -Cho-," he said sarcastically, "you
wouldn't have gotten off track! Malfoy wouldn't have won! Gryffindor would
have won!" Harry stared at his shoes. "I am well aware of this, Ron, thank
you. It's just... I don't know. I can't help it! Cho's great, and--" "And you
never speak to her, Harry!" Ron interrupted. "Why does everyone waste
their time on people they'll -never- have a chance with?" Harry nodded sadly,
and Hermione informed Ron just why. "Because, Ron. Because there is
always that hope of maybe. -Maybe- someday we could be with those
people." Harry nodded and said, "Exactly." Ron looked at Hermione
curiously. "Oh? Is that right, Hermione? And, is there anyone you'd like to tell
us about?" he asked, grinning slightly. "Oh, Ron, don't be silly! I was just
guessing that's how it is," she said, turning red and tucking a piece of hair
behind her ear, "that's all," she added. Ron blinked and smirked. "Indeed."
They finally reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. Smirking, Ron looked at the
Fat Lady as if he were going to say the password. "Hermionesinlove," he
said quickly. "RON!" Hermione gasped, "Will you stop it? And that -isn't- the
password," she said matter-of-factly. "No.. really?" Ron asked stupidly.
Hermione just glared at him playfully. Harry shuffled up to the portrait and
mumbled "gldensnch." The Fat Lady blinked. "Sorry, what was that?" she
asked. Harry looked up and said, "GOLDEN SNITCH! Alright?! GOLDEN
SNITCH!" Harry really didn't think that this was a very convenient password
to have at the moment. The Fat Lady swung open, looking flabbergasted.
Ron shot a look at Harry.
"Well," Hermione said, "I'm going to go to the library. You know how I am
about studying." Harry and Ron nodded and started a game of Exploding
Snap. Apparantly Ron felt that he had given Harry enough lecturing for one
day.
Hermione strolled down the hallways. She really didn't intend to go to the
library. What she wanted was to find Draco, and congratulate him. She
practiced many ways to say congratulations. "Hi Draco! -no-... hey, Draco. -
ew.. no- hey Draco, I just wanted to say congratulations -no!-" Hermione
practiced and practiced as she walked. "Draco! I-- DRACO!!" Hermione had
crashed into Draco Malfoy, who looked startled. "Watch it, Granger! Now, if
you will excuse me, I'm going to the kitchens to get more food for the
party," he said, taking a few steps. Hermione blinked. "The.. the party?"
Draco looked back. "Yes, the party. -My- house beat -your- house at
Quidditch, and we're celebrating." He looked at Hermione. She had her
mouth slightly open and her eyes seemed to be taking in every bit of him.
She hadn't noticed, but she had dropped her bookbag. "Uhm.. here. Let me
get that for you," Draco said, walking over and picking up her bag. He held it
out for Hermione. She broke out into a terrible fit of giggles. Draco stared.
"Whoa.. Granger, you okay?" Hermione pulled herself together and managed
to speak. "I wanted to say congratulations." She looked at Draco. "...for?"
he asked. "For catching the snitch! Those were brilliant moves out there!"
She said, blushing. Draco suddenly swelled his chest and looked dignified.
"Yeah, they were, weren't they?" he asked, really to himself. "Well, I really
should go to the kitchens," he looked at Hermione. "Thanks, Granger."
Hermione swelled. "Anytime!"
Hermione had only been gone for about forty-five minutes. She walked up to
the Fat Lady and said, "Golden Snitch." Hermione felt like she was flying. -
Draco- had talked to her. She felt she could fly. Apparantly this was obvious,
for Ron and Harry were staring at her. Hermione looked at them. "What?"
she demanded. "Did you get dubbed a prefect or something? You look
really.. uhm.. happy," Harry said, looking at her quizzically. "What? Oh, no,
it's nothing," Hermione assured him, "Nothing at all." She stretched her arms
and faked a yawn. "Well, I'm really tired. I think I'll head off to bed." she told
her friends. Ron looked at his wristwatch. "It's only 7:30, Hermione."
Hermione thought quickly. "Right, well, I've got Transfiguration tomorrow,
and that class takes a lot of energy," she stated. Ron looked at her. "Right.
Okay then," he said, still confused. As Hermione shuffled upstairs, Ron told
Harry, "I -still- think she likes someone." "So?" was Harry's response. Ron
turned back to their game, (it was now Wizard's Chess), and thought to
himself, "How lucky she is."
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Gryffindor common room, with Ron screaming at Harry all the way. "Harry!
You could have caught that snitch! It was one bloody inch infront of you! If
you hadn't wasted valuble time staring at -Cho-," he said sarcastically, "you
wouldn't have gotten off track! Malfoy wouldn't have won! Gryffindor would
have won!" Harry stared at his shoes. "I am well aware of this, Ron, thank
you. It's just... I don't know. I can't help it! Cho's great, and--" "And you
never speak to her, Harry!" Ron interrupted. "Why does everyone waste
their time on people they'll -never- have a chance with?" Harry nodded sadly,
and Hermione informed Ron just why. "Because, Ron. Because there is
always that hope of maybe. -Maybe- someday we could be with those
people." Harry nodded and said, "Exactly." Ron looked at Hermione
curiously. "Oh? Is that right, Hermione? And, is there anyone you'd like to tell
us about?" he asked, grinning slightly. "Oh, Ron, don't be silly! I was just
guessing that's how it is," she said, turning red and tucking a piece of hair
behind her ear, "that's all," she added. Ron blinked and smirked. "Indeed."
They finally reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. Smirking, Ron looked at the
Fat Lady as if he were going to say the password. "Hermionesinlove," he
said quickly. "RON!" Hermione gasped, "Will you stop it? And that -isn't- the
password," she said matter-of-factly. "No.. really?" Ron asked stupidly.
Hermione just glared at him playfully. Harry shuffled up to the portrait and
mumbled "gldensnch." The Fat Lady blinked. "Sorry, what was that?" she
asked. Harry looked up and said, "GOLDEN SNITCH! Alright?! GOLDEN
SNITCH!" Harry really didn't think that this was a very convenient password
to have at the moment. The Fat Lady swung open, looking flabbergasted.
Ron shot a look at Harry.
"Well," Hermione said, "I'm going to go to the library. You know how I am
about studying." Harry and Ron nodded and started a game of Exploding
Snap. Apparantly Ron felt that he had given Harry enough lecturing for one
day.
Hermione strolled down the hallways. She really didn't intend to go to the
library. What she wanted was to find Draco, and congratulate him. She
practiced many ways to say congratulations. "Hi Draco! -no-... hey, Draco. -
ew.. no- hey Draco, I just wanted to say congratulations -no!-" Hermione
practiced and practiced as she walked. "Draco! I-- DRACO!!" Hermione had
crashed into Draco Malfoy, who looked startled. "Watch it, Granger! Now, if
you will excuse me, I'm going to the kitchens to get more food for the
party," he said, taking a few steps. Hermione blinked. "The.. the party?"
Draco looked back. "Yes, the party. -My- house beat -your- house at
Quidditch, and we're celebrating." He looked at Hermione. She had her
mouth slightly open and her eyes seemed to be taking in every bit of him.
She hadn't noticed, but she had dropped her bookbag. "Uhm.. here. Let me
get that for you," Draco said, walking over and picking up her bag. He held it
out for Hermione. She broke out into a terrible fit of giggles. Draco stared.
"Whoa.. Granger, you okay?" Hermione pulled herself together and managed
to speak. "I wanted to say congratulations." She looked at Draco. "...for?"
he asked. "For catching the snitch! Those were brilliant moves out there!"
She said, blushing. Draco suddenly swelled his chest and looked dignified.
"Yeah, they were, weren't they?" he asked, really to himself. "Well, I really
should go to the kitchens," he looked at Hermione. "Thanks, Granger."
Hermione swelled. "Anytime!"
Hermione had only been gone for about forty-five minutes. She walked up to
the Fat Lady and said, "Golden Snitch." Hermione felt like she was flying. -
Draco- had talked to her. She felt she could fly. Apparantly this was obvious,
for Ron and Harry were staring at her. Hermione looked at them. "What?"
she demanded. "Did you get dubbed a prefect or something? You look
really.. uhm.. happy," Harry said, looking at her quizzically. "What? Oh, no,
it's nothing," Hermione assured him, "Nothing at all." She stretched her arms
and faked a yawn. "Well, I'm really tired. I think I'll head off to bed." she told
her friends. Ron looked at his wristwatch. "It's only 7:30, Hermione."
Hermione thought quickly. "Right, well, I've got Transfiguration tomorrow,
and that class takes a lot of energy," she stated. Ron looked at her. "Right.
Okay then," he said, still confused. As Hermione shuffled upstairs, Ron told
Harry, "I -still- think she likes someone." "So?" was Harry's response. Ron
turned back to their game, (it was now Wizard's Chess), and thought to
himself, "How lucky she is."
A/N: Thank you SOOO much to my reviewers! I can't see who 2 of the 3 of you are for some reason, but thank you all the same! I hope you like this chapter. PLEASE R&R!! Thank you! And to the one reviewer I could see, WeasleyGirl, Thank you sooo much! bye all!