Chapter Two ~Too Much to Handle
The next few weeks were a hassle to the students. Teachers were assigning handfuls of homework, and it seemed like the only person who could keep of with the demand for all the work was Hermoine.
"how can you keep up with all this hermoine?" ron asked when they were sitting at the Gryffindor table in the morning before classes.
"Well, I guess it's just how my parents taught me how to deal with school and homework. They always said that school comes before friends, sports, boyfriends and such." Hermoine answered taking a bite out of her toast.
"Right." Ron shook his head and went back to writing his essay for potions.
"Ron, why do you always choose to do your homework at the last minute?" Hermoine asked him.
Ron stopped writing and turned to her. "Because."
"Because isn't an answer. Because is an excuse."
Mollie who had been eating giggled. "Those two sound like a married couple." She said to Harry. But Harry didn't answer or laugh. "Harry?" Mollie asked, but Harry was too intent watching Demra sitting at the Sytherin table then to pay attention to Mollie.
"Harry?!" Mollie asked loudly and when he didn't answer she got frustrated. "That's it. I'm going to the library." She got up and stormed out of the Great Hall. It was only then that Harry stopped looking at Demra and paid attention.
"Huh?" He asked turning to him, but there wasn't anybody there. "Where did Mollie go?"
"She left. She kept trying to talk to you, but you weren't paying attention. What were you looking at?" Ron asked looking over to where Harry was just looking. He noticed Demra sitting there. "Or should I mean who? You like her don't you Harry?" Ron asked.
"I don't completely fancy her. I mean she is in Sytherin. That would go against that rule of purebloods in Sytherin dating muggle borns like me." Harry said sighing.
"Mollie's a pureblood. She fancies you. You're just too stupid to realize it." Ron said drinking a glass of pumpkin juice.
"I am not st-" Harry started but was interrupted when somebody tapped on his shoulder. He put the piece of toast in his hand down and turned to see Demra Shank standing there.
"My, My. Whats up Shank? Anything I can help you with." Harry said sarcastically.
"You're pathetic Potter." She replied.
"How so?" He asked, wondering what she was talking about.
"For ever thinking that I'd fancy anybody like you." She said, smirking.
Harry lifted his hand up and motioned for Demra to come in closer. She did and he whispered into her ear "I may be pathetic, you fancy me and you know it." Demra lifted her head with a disgusted look on her face and stalked away joining Malfoy at the Sytherin table. Harry sat up and said to Ron, "she wan'ts me." Ron sniggered and went back to writing his Potions report.
The next few weeks were a hassle to the students. Teachers were assigning handfuls of homework, and it seemed like the only person who could keep of with the demand for all the work was Hermoine.
"how can you keep up with all this hermoine?" ron asked when they were sitting at the Gryffindor table in the morning before classes.
"Well, I guess it's just how my parents taught me how to deal with school and homework. They always said that school comes before friends, sports, boyfriends and such." Hermoine answered taking a bite out of her toast.
"Right." Ron shook his head and went back to writing his essay for potions.
"Ron, why do you always choose to do your homework at the last minute?" Hermoine asked him.
Ron stopped writing and turned to her. "Because."
"Because isn't an answer. Because is an excuse."
Mollie who had been eating giggled. "Those two sound like a married couple." She said to Harry. But Harry didn't answer or laugh. "Harry?" Mollie asked, but Harry was too intent watching Demra sitting at the Sytherin table then to pay attention to Mollie.
"Harry?!" Mollie asked loudly and when he didn't answer she got frustrated. "That's it. I'm going to the library." She got up and stormed out of the Great Hall. It was only then that Harry stopped looking at Demra and paid attention.
"Huh?" He asked turning to him, but there wasn't anybody there. "Where did Mollie go?"
"She left. She kept trying to talk to you, but you weren't paying attention. What were you looking at?" Ron asked looking over to where Harry was just looking. He noticed Demra sitting there. "Or should I mean who? You like her don't you Harry?" Ron asked.
"I don't completely fancy her. I mean she is in Sytherin. That would go against that rule of purebloods in Sytherin dating muggle borns like me." Harry said sighing.
"Mollie's a pureblood. She fancies you. You're just too stupid to realize it." Ron said drinking a glass of pumpkin juice.
"I am not st-" Harry started but was interrupted when somebody tapped on his shoulder. He put the piece of toast in his hand down and turned to see Demra Shank standing there.
"My, My. Whats up Shank? Anything I can help you with." Harry said sarcastically.
"You're pathetic Potter." She replied.
"How so?" He asked, wondering what she was talking about.
"For ever thinking that I'd fancy anybody like you." She said, smirking.
Harry lifted his hand up and motioned for Demra to come in closer. She did and he whispered into her ear "I may be pathetic, you fancy me and you know it." Demra lifted her head with a disgusted look on her face and stalked away joining Malfoy at the Sytherin table. Harry sat up and said to Ron, "she wan'ts me." Ron sniggered and went back to writing his Potions report.