An hour has yet to pass since I first posted this story, so I'm
writing ANOTHER chapter in the blind. Really, you don't know what torture
it is writing your heart out and having no idea how you're doing.
So, if this story has even shown up on the story pages, review.
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"You're late." Said Snape menacingly.
"L-LATE!?" gasped Ron and Harry at the same time.
"Yes, late. Thirty points from Gryffindor."
All of the Gryffindors groaned, all of the Slytherins snickered and smirked. Harry hated having double Potions.
"B-but..." stammered Ron, "W-we... came in AT THE BELL!"
"Yes, you did. The LATE bell. So I guess you really are on time... to be late. Potter, Weasley, take your seats. And another ten points for your questioning, Weasley."
Ron, furious, took his seat next to Hermione. Harry, however, who wasn't really all that furious, hesitated.
"Potter?" said Snape firmly. "SIT... DOWN!"
Harry quickly looked around the room for another seat, but the only one available was the one on the other side of Hermione. Harry sighed, snapped his eyes shut, and sat in the chair.
"Hey Harry." Whispered Hermione.
"H-hey." Harry whispered back. Harry's eyes then flicked open. He then realized something. He wasn't dying. He wasn't sweating (very) profusely. Harry beamed. This was Hermione; he could be around her without flipping out! On the outside, that is. On the inside, his stomach was still in small knots.
"Today..." said Snape, walking behind his desk to sit in his chair, "We will be making..." he stopped. "Or attempting to make," added Snape, glancing at Neville, who quaked meekly under his gaze, "a potion... whose purpose is for rejuvenating. Can anyone... anyone at all... tell me what the name of this potion is?"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione's hands were the only ones that shot up.
Snape looked at Harry and Ron with a bit of shock in his eyes, which was then lost when he said- "And no, the name is NOT 'Rejuvenating Potion'."
Harry and Ron's arms fell rather quickly, but not surprisingly, Hermione's arm stayed up.
Harry turned to watch Hermione with awe as she started to explain her answer, her hand still held high. He wasn't really listening to her answer, he was looking at her face... it was the face of an angel... with her golden, bushy hair, and her beautiful eyes... his eyes traveled down to her... ahem, curves, and Harry began to sweat again. He hadn't really noticed, but Hermione had developed into more of... a woman than he had ever known before. Harry continued to stare, not aware of his surroundings, letting his mind slip into newer areas, and thinking thoughts that he had seldom thought before...
"POTTER, WEASLEY!" shouted Snape. "If you want to look at Hermione SO MUCH, I suggest you take a PICTURE! No doubt it will last longer."
The whole class erupted into laughter, even Hermione, although not as hard. Harry, however, plunged into embarrassment. He didn't want to know if Snape knew that he was staring... there, and he CERTAINLY didn't want to know if Hermione was. It didn't seem like she knew, as she was laughing, but it was still embarrassing anyway.
So embarrassing, that it took Harry until after Potions was over to notice something.
Snape had said Potter AND Weasley...
What the- was Ron staring at Hermione too!?
"My gosh..." said Harry slowly, "It can't be...?"
As the trio walked to their next class together, Harry stole a glance at Ron. After a few looks at him, and thinking about his suspicion, he dismissed the thought from his mind.
After all, this was Ron, his best friend.
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Come on, review! I must know how I'm doing!
So, if this story has even shown up on the story pages, review.
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"You're late." Said Snape menacingly.
"L-LATE!?" gasped Ron and Harry at the same time.
"Yes, late. Thirty points from Gryffindor."
All of the Gryffindors groaned, all of the Slytherins snickered and smirked. Harry hated having double Potions.
"B-but..." stammered Ron, "W-we... came in AT THE BELL!"
"Yes, you did. The LATE bell. So I guess you really are on time... to be late. Potter, Weasley, take your seats. And another ten points for your questioning, Weasley."
Ron, furious, took his seat next to Hermione. Harry, however, who wasn't really all that furious, hesitated.
"Potter?" said Snape firmly. "SIT... DOWN!"
Harry quickly looked around the room for another seat, but the only one available was the one on the other side of Hermione. Harry sighed, snapped his eyes shut, and sat in the chair.
"Hey Harry." Whispered Hermione.
"H-hey." Harry whispered back. Harry's eyes then flicked open. He then realized something. He wasn't dying. He wasn't sweating (very) profusely. Harry beamed. This was Hermione; he could be around her without flipping out! On the outside, that is. On the inside, his stomach was still in small knots.
"Today..." said Snape, walking behind his desk to sit in his chair, "We will be making..." he stopped. "Or attempting to make," added Snape, glancing at Neville, who quaked meekly under his gaze, "a potion... whose purpose is for rejuvenating. Can anyone... anyone at all... tell me what the name of this potion is?"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione's hands were the only ones that shot up.
Snape looked at Harry and Ron with a bit of shock in his eyes, which was then lost when he said- "And no, the name is NOT 'Rejuvenating Potion'."
Harry and Ron's arms fell rather quickly, but not surprisingly, Hermione's arm stayed up.
Harry turned to watch Hermione with awe as she started to explain her answer, her hand still held high. He wasn't really listening to her answer, he was looking at her face... it was the face of an angel... with her golden, bushy hair, and her beautiful eyes... his eyes traveled down to her... ahem, curves, and Harry began to sweat again. He hadn't really noticed, but Hermione had developed into more of... a woman than he had ever known before. Harry continued to stare, not aware of his surroundings, letting his mind slip into newer areas, and thinking thoughts that he had seldom thought before...
"POTTER, WEASLEY!" shouted Snape. "If you want to look at Hermione SO MUCH, I suggest you take a PICTURE! No doubt it will last longer."
The whole class erupted into laughter, even Hermione, although not as hard. Harry, however, plunged into embarrassment. He didn't want to know if Snape knew that he was staring... there, and he CERTAINLY didn't want to know if Hermione was. It didn't seem like she knew, as she was laughing, but it was still embarrassing anyway.
So embarrassing, that it took Harry until after Potions was over to notice something.
Snape had said Potter AND Weasley...
What the- was Ron staring at Hermione too!?
"My gosh..." said Harry slowly, "It can't be...?"
As the trio walked to their next class together, Harry stole a glance at Ron. After a few looks at him, and thinking about his suspicion, he dismissed the thought from his mind.
After all, this was Ron, his best friend.
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