Heh- I'm writing this chapter right after the first one, so I don't
know if I have any reviews yet.
Please review, if you haven't. I'm dying to know how I would do in this genre.
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Harry didn't know if he would ever want to see Hermione again.
After finding out that it was HER- the figure was her, Hermione Granger, he wasn't sure how he could talk to her with a straight face ever again. Either he would break into an immediate (and profuse) sweat, and have to mumble an excuse to run away and reminisce on how stupidly he handled the situation, or his feelings, not to mention hormones, would take over, and he would ask her out right on the spot.
So Harry just sat in his bed, his glasses off, scared to even go into the common room.
"AARGH!" shouted Harry suddenly, jamming his glasses onto his face. "I'm being... so... STUPID!" he leapt out of his bed, tore open the scarlet curtains, and started fumbling for his clothes. Harry could hardly believe he was scared to talk to Hermione a few seconds ago. They'd been friends for six years... SIX YEARS! Hermione had even kissed him on the cheek once, and Harry hadn't flipped out like this-
Harry stopped suddenly.
"She kissed me... right here..." said Harry quietly, tenderly touching the spot on his cheek where a small kiss had been planted two and a half years ago. With the memory of that small, insignificant kiss in his mind, there was no way he'd be able to face her now...
Harry dived THROUGH the curtains BACK into his bed. He could hardly believe that he was actually going to GO DOWNSTAIRS into the Common Room, where Hermione could meet him at any moment, or even attend classes, where Hermione was sure to show up-
"Nope!" said Harry finally. "I'm going to stay in my bed! NOTHING will get me out of my bed!"
Just then, Ron came running into the Dormitory room, looked around, and finally tore open the curtains to Harry's bed.
"YOU'RE NOT EVEN DRESSED!?" shouted Ron in amazement. "Harry, you COMPLETE AND TOTAL IDIOT, you missed breakfast, and we have POTIONS in ten minutes!" Ron slammed the curtains shut, and started downstairs.
Harry sat straight up. Somehow, the thought of Professor Snape taking about a hundred points from Gryffindor because he was late made him WANT to attend his classes.
Harry leapt out of his bed yet again, tore open his curtains without even stopping to think about the amount of abuse they'd taken, and threw on his clothes and school uniform over his pajamas. He'd be a little bit hot and bulky today, but ANYTHING was fine as long as Gryffindor didn't lose points.
Ron ran back up the stairs to check on Harry.
"Good, you're dressed. Now come on!"
"Okay, okay, I'm coming." Said Harry, grabbing his books.
"Oh, and Harry?"
"Yes?"
"You're glasses are on upside-down."
Harry took off his glasses and examined them in disbelief as Ron stifled a giggling fit. "How did they even stay on!?" he wondered aloud in amazement.
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The dark, damp hallway leading towards potions never looked as cold and heartless as it did now. And that was scary, as it's pretty hard to get walls to look cold and heartless. But Snape seemed to do a fine job by just having them be his own walls. However, Snape was only half of the reason for the walls' spooky demeanor.
Harry had gotten over most of his frivolous worries about Hermione during the walk to potions, but some were still stuck in the back of his mind. What if their friendship deteriorated because he felt too shy around her? What if he ever got the courage to ask her out, and he was turned down? What if-
"What if she starts fancying Snape?" said Ron. "That'll be something, won't it, mate?"
"AAAAAAHHHHH!!! WHAT!? THAT WOULDN'T THAT CAN'T HAPPEN, CAN IT!?" shouted Harry, losing it.
Ron stared at Harry in amazement. "Calm down, Harry, I'm just kidding! But really, can you think of any OTHER reason she'd choose coming to his class on time over the slight possibility of being late by coming with us?"
"Er... no." said Harry shakily. He had lost it; he wasn't supposed to lose it. He could do this... he WOULD NOT go crazy around Hermione. He would act normal. They were friends- good friends. He... would... NOT.
The two rounded the final corner of the dungeons, and entered Snape's classroom just as the bell rang. Harry held his breath, and hoped for the best.
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Whee, the end of the second chapter. Review, PLEASE! I hate writing chapters in the blind (without knowing what any reader thinks)!
Please review, if you haven't. I'm dying to know how I would do in this genre.
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Harry didn't know if he would ever want to see Hermione again.
After finding out that it was HER- the figure was her, Hermione Granger, he wasn't sure how he could talk to her with a straight face ever again. Either he would break into an immediate (and profuse) sweat, and have to mumble an excuse to run away and reminisce on how stupidly he handled the situation, or his feelings, not to mention hormones, would take over, and he would ask her out right on the spot.
So Harry just sat in his bed, his glasses off, scared to even go into the common room.
"AARGH!" shouted Harry suddenly, jamming his glasses onto his face. "I'm being... so... STUPID!" he leapt out of his bed, tore open the scarlet curtains, and started fumbling for his clothes. Harry could hardly believe he was scared to talk to Hermione a few seconds ago. They'd been friends for six years... SIX YEARS! Hermione had even kissed him on the cheek once, and Harry hadn't flipped out like this-
Harry stopped suddenly.
"She kissed me... right here..." said Harry quietly, tenderly touching the spot on his cheek where a small kiss had been planted two and a half years ago. With the memory of that small, insignificant kiss in his mind, there was no way he'd be able to face her now...
Harry dived THROUGH the curtains BACK into his bed. He could hardly believe that he was actually going to GO DOWNSTAIRS into the Common Room, where Hermione could meet him at any moment, or even attend classes, where Hermione was sure to show up-
"Nope!" said Harry finally. "I'm going to stay in my bed! NOTHING will get me out of my bed!"
Just then, Ron came running into the Dormitory room, looked around, and finally tore open the curtains to Harry's bed.
"YOU'RE NOT EVEN DRESSED!?" shouted Ron in amazement. "Harry, you COMPLETE AND TOTAL IDIOT, you missed breakfast, and we have POTIONS in ten minutes!" Ron slammed the curtains shut, and started downstairs.
Harry sat straight up. Somehow, the thought of Professor Snape taking about a hundred points from Gryffindor because he was late made him WANT to attend his classes.
Harry leapt out of his bed yet again, tore open his curtains without even stopping to think about the amount of abuse they'd taken, and threw on his clothes and school uniform over his pajamas. He'd be a little bit hot and bulky today, but ANYTHING was fine as long as Gryffindor didn't lose points.
Ron ran back up the stairs to check on Harry.
"Good, you're dressed. Now come on!"
"Okay, okay, I'm coming." Said Harry, grabbing his books.
"Oh, and Harry?"
"Yes?"
"You're glasses are on upside-down."
Harry took off his glasses and examined them in disbelief as Ron stifled a giggling fit. "How did they even stay on!?" he wondered aloud in amazement.
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The dark, damp hallway leading towards potions never looked as cold and heartless as it did now. And that was scary, as it's pretty hard to get walls to look cold and heartless. But Snape seemed to do a fine job by just having them be his own walls. However, Snape was only half of the reason for the walls' spooky demeanor.
Harry had gotten over most of his frivolous worries about Hermione during the walk to potions, but some were still stuck in the back of his mind. What if their friendship deteriorated because he felt too shy around her? What if he ever got the courage to ask her out, and he was turned down? What if-
"What if she starts fancying Snape?" said Ron. "That'll be something, won't it, mate?"
"AAAAAAHHHHH!!! WHAT!? THAT WOULDN'T THAT CAN'T HAPPEN, CAN IT!?" shouted Harry, losing it.
Ron stared at Harry in amazement. "Calm down, Harry, I'm just kidding! But really, can you think of any OTHER reason she'd choose coming to his class on time over the slight possibility of being late by coming with us?"
"Er... no." said Harry shakily. He had lost it; he wasn't supposed to lose it. He could do this... he WOULD NOT go crazy around Hermione. He would act normal. They were friends- good friends. He... would... NOT.
The two rounded the final corner of the dungeons, and entered Snape's classroom just as the bell rang. Harry held his breath, and hoped for the best.
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Whee, the end of the second chapter. Review, PLEASE! I hate writing chapters in the blind (without knowing what any reader thinks)!