Love, Actually.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, so I don't own anything in this story! (this counts for the whole fic)
Chapter 1.
It was nearing Christmas at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and most of the students were queuing up by the doors to the Entrance Hall, sporting trunks and cages for those who owned a pet.
A group of four people climbed down the great Marble Staircase on the right to the doors, heading to the Great Hall.
"Hurry up. I haven't eaten in at least two hours, and my stomach pines for some pumpkin pasties." Moaned Ron.
"Oh Ron, do shut up." Hissed Ginny in a brothers-are-so-annoying sort of voice. "I haven't eaten in six hours. I skipped lunch to help Colin do his Transfiguration homework, and then his History of Magic, but do you hear me moaning about how my stomach is empty? No, I think not."
Tiny professor Flitwick toddled past with a stack of books in hand that were piled high above his fuzzy haired head.
"Professor, let me help you with those, oh, careful." said Hermione kindly as a mountain of heavy books bombarded towards the floor. Ron grunted moodily as a particularly heavy, not to mention dusty book flew out of Flitwick's arms and hit him squarely in the stomach.
"You lot go on in," Giggled Hermione, "I'm gonna help Professor Flitwick cart these to the Charms class."
Harry and Ginny nodded, but Ron, who at the moment was breathing heavily, croaked, " I -gasp- have to -gasp- get to the hos-gasp- hospital wing - GASP!- that book winded me -GASP!"
Ginny snorted in a very un-lady-likely manner as her brother trotted off to the hospital wing, clutching his side, "WIMP!" she called after. In answer to this, he crawled back around the corner at the top of the staircase and said-
"Shut- gasp - up -GASP!!- Ginny."
She shook her head to this and turned on her heel to head into the Great Hall.
Hermione dumped the ancient books on Flitwick's desk, the tiny professor squeaked a small thank you then fell over at the weight of the books, just as the classroom door closed.
Hermione went down the staircase two at a time, humming a cheesy Christmas carol happily, until...
"Oh look, it's Little Miss Mudblood!" Drawled Draco Malfoy, At this Hermione smiled a fake sweet smile and said several rude words that I won't type.
"What was that? Did you just say that I'm a-" he spat, only to be interrupted by a snowball hitting him squarely in the face.
"OH LOOK , IT'S LITTLE MISS SNOW GIT!!" Came the furious sound of Ron's voice from the top of the staircase.
"WEASLEY! I'll get you for that." Hissed Malfoy as he wiped the snow off his face.
Ron raised his eyebrows, and simply said, "Oh, is that so?"
But before Malfoy could say anything, Hermione hit him with a Bat Bogie Curse, so that his face looked like it had a lot of green wings on it, flying about madly.
"A Ginny Weasley speciality, which she showed me how to perfect." Smiled Hermione.
A/N I am sorry if that was unsatisfying to your taste, but my sister (Earwen Colomanel) likes it, so haa! Anyway this is my first fanfic that has ever been posted, but I'm not allowed an account because she says I'm too young and any old weirdo could contact me.
BTW, I'm not the one calling people weirdoes, that Earwen. PLZ PLZ PLZ review. : ]
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Her sister, Earwen Colomanel, would also like to add that if you flame her little sister then she will flame ALL of your stories and will not CARE if you flame hers back!!!! She will also take every opportunity she can to MOCK YOU!!!! Oh and also, my sister is only 11 so her writing is BRILLIANT for her age. Watch it ;D --- Earwen xxx