Disclaimer: If I was JK Rowling which I am not. Would I really be posting
this fic a day after my 3rd movie came out? NO! Didn't think so! So I am
obviously not her nor do I own anything Harry Potter-ish!
A/N: I am very sorry! So sorry you guys. You have my permission to flog me later! I really did intend to update earlier!
So yeah, I went to the opening of Harry Potter 3 last night as Molly Weasley. Much fun it was! There was a costume contest and the grand prize was a real Godric Gryfindor sword. Obviously not HIS real sword. My older sister won. She was Winky the house elf. I helped her with her costume so she should share... right?
Back to School
Chap.7 A Sweater? In the summer?
Ron walked into the library and sat down at Harry's table. He saw Hermione sitting across the library with Malfoy. "Bloody hell! Does she have to be with him every minute?"
"Um..." Harry looked at Ron worriedly.
"I miss her." Ron looked up from his arms where he had buried his head in the thick folds of his sweater.
"Talk to her."
"I can't. She's with Malfoy now."
Harry made a sound of disgust deep in his throat. "Harry. Ron!" Seamus greeted.
"Unnnn!" Ron's head slumped back down on his arms.
"Hey Ron! Aren't ya gonna talk to Hermione?" Gwen asked with much spirit in her voice.
"Why bother?" He mumbled from his arms. "She won't talk to me. Plus she's with Malfoy."
"Um... Newsflash Ron! He just walked away. Hermione is by herself." Gwen said. His head shot up so fast he was liable to have whiplash. "Careful buddy! She's not gonna disappear on ya! Ya know... she really doesn't want to fight with you."
"How do you know?" Ron asked.
"I'm a girl. I know these things." Gwen said and flipped her hair.
Ron looked at Harry. "Should I?"
"Yes. I would really like to spend time with you guys together this year." Harry answered.
"Allright. Here I go." Ron stood up from his chair and started across the room.
The END...for now
A/N: Duh duh duh! Ooooo I love cliffies. Last chapters will be up soon since I know where I am going with this story now!
Oooooo! So are you wondering about the title? Yes it is summer but I could'nt very well have him hide his face in his ...thick arm hair. Yeah my sister and I got a kick out of that one!
A/N: I am very sorry! So sorry you guys. You have my permission to flog me later! I really did intend to update earlier!
So yeah, I went to the opening of Harry Potter 3 last night as Molly Weasley. Much fun it was! There was a costume contest and the grand prize was a real Godric Gryfindor sword. Obviously not HIS real sword. My older sister won. She was Winky the house elf. I helped her with her costume so she should share... right?
Back to School
Chap.7 A Sweater? In the summer?
Ron walked into the library and sat down at Harry's table. He saw Hermione sitting across the library with Malfoy. "Bloody hell! Does she have to be with him every minute?"
"Um..." Harry looked at Ron worriedly.
"I miss her." Ron looked up from his arms where he had buried his head in the thick folds of his sweater.
"Talk to her."
"I can't. She's with Malfoy now."
Harry made a sound of disgust deep in his throat. "Harry. Ron!" Seamus greeted.
"Unnnn!" Ron's head slumped back down on his arms.
"Hey Ron! Aren't ya gonna talk to Hermione?" Gwen asked with much spirit in her voice.
"Why bother?" He mumbled from his arms. "She won't talk to me. Plus she's with Malfoy."
"Um... Newsflash Ron! He just walked away. Hermione is by herself." Gwen said. His head shot up so fast he was liable to have whiplash. "Careful buddy! She's not gonna disappear on ya! Ya know... she really doesn't want to fight with you."
"How do you know?" Ron asked.
"I'm a girl. I know these things." Gwen said and flipped her hair.
Ron looked at Harry. "Should I?"
"Yes. I would really like to spend time with you guys together this year." Harry answered.
"Allright. Here I go." Ron stood up from his chair and started across the room.
The END...for now
A/N: Duh duh duh! Ooooo I love cliffies. Last chapters will be up soon since I know where I am going with this story now!
Oooooo! So are you wondering about the title? Yes it is summer but I could'nt very well have him hide his face in his ...thick arm hair. Yeah my sister and I got a kick out of that one!