"Well, you two certainly had fun last night huh?" Ginny said,
looking at Hermione and Harry. The two had hickies and bite marks leftover
from the previous night.
"Damn, I thought I got them all," Harry said. "Can't you do something Gin?" Ginny eyes the two of them carefully.
"No sorry mate," she said regretfully. "Hermione, you can use my powder if you want." Ginny handed her the small compact from inside her robes. Hermione gave her friend a grin of thanks.
"Come on you." She said to Harry, taking his hand.
"I'll see you in Divination." He said to Ron as he got up and left the entrance hall. Hermione marched him up to the second floor and to the familiar doors, leading to the girl's lavatory, where they had made the Polyjuice potion in year two. Hermione walked over to a mirror and expertly covered all of the marks on her neck.
"You realize I'm not putting any of that on right?" Harry said with a cocky grin on his face.
"Oh yes you are!" Hermione responded. "We can't go around looking like we've been attacked by vampires all day."
"I don't know about you, but I'm rather proud of mine." Harry said, examining his neck in the mirror.
"You're putting it on."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"Nope."
"Yes."
"What are you going to do, jinx me?" He asked, with the same cocky smile he had on a minute ago.
"No. I'll never kiss you again." She said.
"You couldn't do it."
"Oh, couldn't I?" Harry saw the look of determination in her eyes, and tilted his head to the side, a rather grumpy expression on his face. Hermione walked over to him, got onto her tip toes, and started covering his neck with the powder Ginny had lent her. After a couple of minutes, Hermione closed the little case and put it in her robe pockets.
"Done." She said. Harry looked in the mirror and a little frown came on his face.
"I can't believe I let you do this. He caught Hermione around the waist, and came down to kiss her, but she wriggled out.
"Foul play!" Harry yelled indignantly. "Like I said, never again..." She said as she backed out the door. Harry made his way to the hot tower room. Divination was one of his least favorite subjects. He climbed up the ladder, and shut the trap door behind him. He heard Professor Trelawney's misty voice say, "Rite on Time Mr. Potter, as I saw it in my crystal ball yesterday." Harry rolled his eyes as he made his way over to where Ron was sitting. He threw down his bag and sat on the cushion.
"Right class, we will be continuing with our dream interpretation today, carry on from where you left off yesterday." The whole class doubled up, and the pairs began discussing their latest dreams.
"So, I'm guessing everything went well last night? You looked like you were attacked by vampires earlier this morning."
"All went well. Accept I have to wear," Harry lowered his voice, "powder until the marks are gone."
"You have to wear makeup!" Ron exclaimed in a hushed voice.
"Yes." Harry said with a disgruntled look on his face.
"Why?" Ron asked.
"She says so. For the love of God Ron, stop laughing so hard, she'll come over!" Ron's face was bright red, and he was trying his hardest to stop the tears rolling down his face. Sure enough, Trelawney made her way slowly over to him.
"Quick, look busy, make something up." Harry told Ron.
"I went yesterday, your turn." Ron replied. Trelawney was two feet away now...
"...and then a giant purple mushroom with pink socks started chasing me around the dorm room." Harry said quickly. Trelawney was now looking at Harry as though she was about to break into tears.
"Oh my dear boy!" she cried. "Something awful will happen in a fortnight that you will regret deeply!" She turned on her heels and flopped into the big armchair by the fireplace. For the rest of the class, Ron and Harry played intense games of x's and o's. The bell rang, and the two set of for their next classes. Potions was next, down in the dungeons, with Snape. His least favorite class with his least favorite teacher.
"If we want to get there on time, we had better run." Harry said through the crowd of people to Ron. He didn't want points taken from Gryffindor for being late. The two broke out in a run. They were almost there when Harry ran into a girl, causing her to drop all her books. Harry spun around to apologize, but was caught in mid sentence. It was Cho. The girl he had left for Hermione. "Shit." Harry thought to himself. He bent down and started picking up her books and parchment.
"I'll meet you there Ron." He said, Ron looking at him with a worried look on his face.
"Hi." She said timidly after a few moments.
"Hi."
"So, how are you?" Cho asked, giving him a quick glance.
"I'm alright. Yourself?" He didn't know what else to say.
"Fine. How's Hermione?" Harry stopped in mid air and winced. This was awkward.
"She's good. Listen, sorry Cho, I have to go, I'll see you later." He said as he ran off. She watched him burst through the doors of the classroom.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, so nice of you to join us," Snape drawled out as Harry took his seat. "10 points from Gryffindor for your tardiness. As I was saying before, you will be continuing with your pain-less potion today, take out your supplies and carry on." The class obediently took out their supplies and began chopping and slicing.
"Where were you?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Oh, I ran into Cho in the hall, and I helped her pick up her books."
"That's odd." Hermione said.
"Why do you say that?" Ron asked.
"Well, this is the only classroom on this floor right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Well, Cho dropped potions last year. I was just wondering why she would be down here." The three were silent for the rest of class. When the bell rang for the next class (Transfiguration) Hermione raced off without them.
"Lovely of her to wait for us." Ron said sarcastically.
"Oh, come on Ron, if we hauled as like she did, we would never be late." Hermione raced down the halls and up the stairs. She reached there 5 minutes before schedule. Just then, a long, drawled out voice called to her.
"Granger? Without Potter? It's a conspiracy lads!!" Draco exclaimed. "Have you dumped him, or the other way around?"
"Malfoy? Have you ever tried to have a civilized conversation? With anybody?" This took him aback. The doors of the classroom opened and Professor McGonagall let the students in. Hermione took her usual seat at the front of the classroom, while Draco and his cronies took their seats at the back.
"Lads, I believe she is even more beautiful when she's angry." Draco said to Crabbe and Goyle. The two looked at each other and laughed.
"You two have something to say about it?" He asked angrily. The two stopped as soon as he spoke. Just then, Harry and Ron came running into the room, out of breath, and thirty seconds before the bell rang. They took their seats and Professor McGonagall began talking. Transfiguration finished after a lesson of how to change your hands into feet (quite an interesting lesson). They stopped for lunch, and that was just as un- eventful. That night though, Harry had something to look forward to. Quidditch practice. Dumbledore had let him back on the Gryffindor team last year after Umbridge left. The rest of the day passed by slowly. At the end of the day, the three of them went to the common room and got changed. Harry and Ron into their Quidditch robes and Hermione into a pair of jeans and a burgundy sweater. The three walked down to the pitch together, Hermione and Harry hand in hand. They walked out onto the open courtyard and down to the pitch. Harry gave Hermione a kiss on the cheek as he and Ron mounted their brooms.
"I got one off of you." He said as he flew off. Hermione stood, watching Harry fly around. She could see a group of Slytherin's at the other end of the pitch, Draco in the centre of them. Pansy Parkinson was making a fool of herself, as usual, trying her best to flirt with him. Hermione's attention went back to what Harry was doing. Angelina was spitting orders at all of them as she zoomed around the field. From the other end of the field, Draco was looking at Hermione and thinking to himself,
"God she's beautiful."
"Damn, I thought I got them all," Harry said. "Can't you do something Gin?" Ginny eyes the two of them carefully.
"No sorry mate," she said regretfully. "Hermione, you can use my powder if you want." Ginny handed her the small compact from inside her robes. Hermione gave her friend a grin of thanks.
"Come on you." She said to Harry, taking his hand.
"I'll see you in Divination." He said to Ron as he got up and left the entrance hall. Hermione marched him up to the second floor and to the familiar doors, leading to the girl's lavatory, where they had made the Polyjuice potion in year two. Hermione walked over to a mirror and expertly covered all of the marks on her neck.
"You realize I'm not putting any of that on right?" Harry said with a cocky grin on his face.
"Oh yes you are!" Hermione responded. "We can't go around looking like we've been attacked by vampires all day."
"I don't know about you, but I'm rather proud of mine." Harry said, examining his neck in the mirror.
"You're putting it on."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"Nope."
"Yes."
"What are you going to do, jinx me?" He asked, with the same cocky smile he had on a minute ago.
"No. I'll never kiss you again." She said.
"You couldn't do it."
"Oh, couldn't I?" Harry saw the look of determination in her eyes, and tilted his head to the side, a rather grumpy expression on his face. Hermione walked over to him, got onto her tip toes, and started covering his neck with the powder Ginny had lent her. After a couple of minutes, Hermione closed the little case and put it in her robe pockets.
"Done." She said. Harry looked in the mirror and a little frown came on his face.
"I can't believe I let you do this. He caught Hermione around the waist, and came down to kiss her, but she wriggled out.
"Foul play!" Harry yelled indignantly. "Like I said, never again..." She said as she backed out the door. Harry made his way to the hot tower room. Divination was one of his least favorite subjects. He climbed up the ladder, and shut the trap door behind him. He heard Professor Trelawney's misty voice say, "Rite on Time Mr. Potter, as I saw it in my crystal ball yesterday." Harry rolled his eyes as he made his way over to where Ron was sitting. He threw down his bag and sat on the cushion.
"Right class, we will be continuing with our dream interpretation today, carry on from where you left off yesterday." The whole class doubled up, and the pairs began discussing their latest dreams.
"So, I'm guessing everything went well last night? You looked like you were attacked by vampires earlier this morning."
"All went well. Accept I have to wear," Harry lowered his voice, "powder until the marks are gone."
"You have to wear makeup!" Ron exclaimed in a hushed voice.
"Yes." Harry said with a disgruntled look on his face.
"Why?" Ron asked.
"She says so. For the love of God Ron, stop laughing so hard, she'll come over!" Ron's face was bright red, and he was trying his hardest to stop the tears rolling down his face. Sure enough, Trelawney made her way slowly over to him.
"Quick, look busy, make something up." Harry told Ron.
"I went yesterday, your turn." Ron replied. Trelawney was two feet away now...
"...and then a giant purple mushroom with pink socks started chasing me around the dorm room." Harry said quickly. Trelawney was now looking at Harry as though she was about to break into tears.
"Oh my dear boy!" she cried. "Something awful will happen in a fortnight that you will regret deeply!" She turned on her heels and flopped into the big armchair by the fireplace. For the rest of the class, Ron and Harry played intense games of x's and o's. The bell rang, and the two set of for their next classes. Potions was next, down in the dungeons, with Snape. His least favorite class with his least favorite teacher.
"If we want to get there on time, we had better run." Harry said through the crowd of people to Ron. He didn't want points taken from Gryffindor for being late. The two broke out in a run. They were almost there when Harry ran into a girl, causing her to drop all her books. Harry spun around to apologize, but was caught in mid sentence. It was Cho. The girl he had left for Hermione. "Shit." Harry thought to himself. He bent down and started picking up her books and parchment.
"I'll meet you there Ron." He said, Ron looking at him with a worried look on his face.
"Hi." She said timidly after a few moments.
"Hi."
"So, how are you?" Cho asked, giving him a quick glance.
"I'm alright. Yourself?" He didn't know what else to say.
"Fine. How's Hermione?" Harry stopped in mid air and winced. This was awkward.
"She's good. Listen, sorry Cho, I have to go, I'll see you later." He said as he ran off. She watched him burst through the doors of the classroom.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, so nice of you to join us," Snape drawled out as Harry took his seat. "10 points from Gryffindor for your tardiness. As I was saying before, you will be continuing with your pain-less potion today, take out your supplies and carry on." The class obediently took out their supplies and began chopping and slicing.
"Where were you?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Oh, I ran into Cho in the hall, and I helped her pick up her books."
"That's odd." Hermione said.
"Why do you say that?" Ron asked.
"Well, this is the only classroom on this floor right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Well, Cho dropped potions last year. I was just wondering why she would be down here." The three were silent for the rest of class. When the bell rang for the next class (Transfiguration) Hermione raced off without them.
"Lovely of her to wait for us." Ron said sarcastically.
"Oh, come on Ron, if we hauled as like she did, we would never be late." Hermione raced down the halls and up the stairs. She reached there 5 minutes before schedule. Just then, a long, drawled out voice called to her.
"Granger? Without Potter? It's a conspiracy lads!!" Draco exclaimed. "Have you dumped him, or the other way around?"
"Malfoy? Have you ever tried to have a civilized conversation? With anybody?" This took him aback. The doors of the classroom opened and Professor McGonagall let the students in. Hermione took her usual seat at the front of the classroom, while Draco and his cronies took their seats at the back.
"Lads, I believe she is even more beautiful when she's angry." Draco said to Crabbe and Goyle. The two looked at each other and laughed.
"You two have something to say about it?" He asked angrily. The two stopped as soon as he spoke. Just then, Harry and Ron came running into the room, out of breath, and thirty seconds before the bell rang. They took their seats and Professor McGonagall began talking. Transfiguration finished after a lesson of how to change your hands into feet (quite an interesting lesson). They stopped for lunch, and that was just as un- eventful. That night though, Harry had something to look forward to. Quidditch practice. Dumbledore had let him back on the Gryffindor team last year after Umbridge left. The rest of the day passed by slowly. At the end of the day, the three of them went to the common room and got changed. Harry and Ron into their Quidditch robes and Hermione into a pair of jeans and a burgundy sweater. The three walked down to the pitch together, Hermione and Harry hand in hand. They walked out onto the open courtyard and down to the pitch. Harry gave Hermione a kiss on the cheek as he and Ron mounted their brooms.
"I got one off of you." He said as he flew off. Hermione stood, watching Harry fly around. She could see a group of Slytherin's at the other end of the pitch, Draco in the centre of them. Pansy Parkinson was making a fool of herself, as usual, trying her best to flirt with him. Hermione's attention went back to what Harry was doing. Angelina was spitting orders at all of them as she zoomed around the field. From the other end of the field, Draco was looking at Hermione and thinking to himself,
"God she's beautiful."