Hey ppls srry bout the long delay, I had a lot of things to do and I
couldn't find time to write. But I finally got the next chappie up hooray!
Ok, on with the story.
Chapter 6: Being Lazy
Hermione ignored the people in the common room, going immediately to her dormitory. She went to her bedside table and got out her journal. She flopped down on her bed and wrote down everything that had happened to her that day, from leaving the grounds with Andrew to him kissing her before she came up to Gryffindor Tower.
Hermione put down her pen and stretched out her fingers from writer's cramp. She put the journal away in the hiding spot so Lavender and Parvati cant read it when she's not there. After the journal was put away, Hermione pulled the hangings shut around her four poster and stared at the top of the curtains. Images of Andrew kept flashing into her mind, and she didn't try to stop them. Her fingers also unconsciencly moved to touch the spot where Andrew had kissed her not fifteen minutes ago.
She drifted into a peaceful sleep and didn't wake up till almost lunch the next day. Hermione was still grinning when she walked into the Great Hall for lunch. She took a glance at the Ravenclaw table and saw that Andrew was talking with his friends. Hermione smiled to herself and say down between Harry and Ron.
"Where've you been, Hermione?" asked Ron as she put food on her plate. "We missed you at breakfast. Did you sleep in or what?"
"Well," Hermione stopped to swallow some pumpkin juice. "I missed breakfast because I slept in. And I'm grateful that you didn't come banging into my room to get me up."
The two boys grinned sheepishly at each other. They remembered what Hermione did the last time they came to wake her up. She blew up at them, stupefied them, and then put the full body-bind on them all day and wouldn't take it off till McGonagall made her. Fred and George had even complimented her on it. They said that was the most brilliant thing she had ever done.
"So Hermione," asked Harry, who was eager to change the subject. "What are you gonna do today?"
"Dunno. . .maybe walk around the lake. Be lazy outside with a good book. Terrorize Malfoy. . ." The Trio broke out into identical smirks (much like Fred and George) and burst out laughing. All three of them remembered with exact detail when the fake Moody turned Malfoy into a ferret and bounced him all along the entrance hall, (or was it the dungeons?)
"The amazing bouncing ferret!" wheezed Ron through his huge belly laughs.
"That will never get old," said Hermione as she wiped tears from her eyes. "That will be my best, funniest memory from here, besides the time when I got to slap him in third year. Do you remember that, Harry!"
"How could I forget?" He pitched his voice a bit lower. "Spellbooks for N.E.W.T.s- 200 galleons, a brand new Firebolt- 500 galleons, the look on Malfoy's face when Hermione slapped him- priceless.
It was more than just Hermione and Ron who burst out laughing this time. Everyone within fifteen feet of Harry at the Gryffindor table was laughing. The other Houses stared, wondering what the hell was wrong with Gryffindor today. Even some of the teachers were staring. Was there something in their pumpkin juice?
"Where did you learn that Harry?" Hermione gasped.
"Oh, I saw it on Muggle TV over the summer at the Dursleys. You won't believe the hilarious things I saw on it." replied Harry.
When the Gryffindors started laughing, Andrew turned to look at Hermione. The way her hair fell onto her face as she was laughing made her even more beautiful in his eyes. He saw her ask Harry something and then double over as another wave of laughter hit her. Andrew also smiled to himself as Dumbledoor stood up.
"Well, Gryffindor. What has got all of you laughing so hard? Would the ones who started everybody laughing please stand up and come to the staff table."
Guiltily, Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood up and slowly walked up to the staff table. They thought they were going to be chewed out for disrupting lunch. But what Dumbledoor said surprised them.
"Would you be so kind as to tell the whole hall the joke that had most of the Gruffindors laughing so hard, so all of us may take pleasure in it?" There was a small twinkle in his eye that said he knew that this was about.
"Well," began Hermione. "Harry asked me what I was going to do today so I said be lazy, walk around the lake, and terrorize Malfoy."
Ron took over. "That was when we first started laughing. We were remembering back in fourth year when Professor Moody turned Malfoy into a ferret and bounced him around the entrance hall (dungeons?)"
There was a murmur of asset and giggles from those that remember that incident. Malfoy buried his face in his hands, hating this recollection of that horrible event. Everybody shut up though when Harry started talking.
"Then Hermione said that will always be the best memory from here, besides when she got to slap him in third year." There was an even louder ripple of noise this time. Very few knew that Hermione did that. They were shocked. Malfoy buried his head even further. That was the other humiliating event that happened to him. He didn't want to relive it, but Potter was determined to make his life miserable.
Dumbledoor turned sharply to look at Hermione, and she continued. "So then Harry says, 'How can I forget? Spellbooks for N.E.W.T.s- 200 galleons, brand new Firebolt- 500 galleons, the look on Malfoy's face when Hermione slapped him- priceless.'"
The entire school, including the teachers burst out laughing. HARD. Including Slytherin, except for Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle. Malfoy especially was pissed off. He was a Malfoy and Malfoys didn't get publicly humiliated. Potty, Weasel, and the mudblood would pay for getting the whole school laughing at him. He just had to think up the proper punishment. . . .
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Hermione got one of her books from her dormitory and say down under a tree facing the lake. She passed half of the afternoon that way. That was when Harry and Ron wen t back inside to finish their homework. Hermione, having already finished, was able to stay out longer.
Around sunset, someone sat down beside her. "What are you reading?" the person asked.
"Well, hello to you too, Andrew," she replied without looking up from her book.
"How did you know it was me?"
"First of all," she put her book down and turned towards him. "I saw you walking down towards the lake. Second, I recognized your voice. Third, I always know when my boyfriend is around me."
"How do you know when I'm around you?" There was a glint in his eye that Hermione couldn't identify.
"I've got a focus," she said quietly, looking down at her feet.
Andrew put his finger under her chin and lifted her face up to face his. He spoke softly. "Did you think that I would care if you had a focus? Cuz I don't. I'm actually glad that you have one, too." Hermione was puzzled. "That's right, Hermione. I also have a focus of you."
"Can I see it?" asked Hermione.
"If I can see yours," replied Andrew. "Fine," was the answer and they both brought out something from their pockets. Andrew's focus of Hermione was a small picture of her. She was waving at him.
"When did you take this?" Hermione never recalled getting her picture taken.
"Actually, I took it at lunch today. I saw you walk in, so I pulled out my little camera and told it to take a pic of you and it did." He brought it out and Hermione examined it.
Hermione gave it back to Andrew and showed him her focus. It was a miniature Quidditch player in Ravenclaw robes that he recognized as himself. "Did you make this?" Andrew seemed excited to see a miniature of himself.
Hermione blushed. "Yes."
"How?"
"I found this book in the library. . ."
Andrew interrupted. "It wouldn't be Hermione unless she went to the library during part of the story."
She grinned and continued. "And this book had potions to make miniatures of Quidditch players on their brooms. Since you like Quidditch so much and I didn't know what to do, I made this."
"I looked at that book before, and those potions are really hard. How did you do it?" Andrew was amazed that his girl did something so advanced.
"Well it was harder than what we're doing in class, but I did do it." Explained Hermione.
Andrew pulled her closer and kissed her. Hermione enjoyed kissing him now, and kissed him back. Andrew pulled back and took her hand. "Shall we go back up to the castle now?" And he pulled her up, and hand in hand, walked back up to the castle.
A/N: ok, yall have to give me ideas. I have absolutely no idea what to write! I've got serious writer's block but I managed to spit out a chapter. HELP ME!!!!! Oh ya, review plz and ill love yall. I love all my reviewers!
Chapter 6: Being Lazy
Hermione ignored the people in the common room, going immediately to her dormitory. She went to her bedside table and got out her journal. She flopped down on her bed and wrote down everything that had happened to her that day, from leaving the grounds with Andrew to him kissing her before she came up to Gryffindor Tower.
Hermione put down her pen and stretched out her fingers from writer's cramp. She put the journal away in the hiding spot so Lavender and Parvati cant read it when she's not there. After the journal was put away, Hermione pulled the hangings shut around her four poster and stared at the top of the curtains. Images of Andrew kept flashing into her mind, and she didn't try to stop them. Her fingers also unconsciencly moved to touch the spot where Andrew had kissed her not fifteen minutes ago.
She drifted into a peaceful sleep and didn't wake up till almost lunch the next day. Hermione was still grinning when she walked into the Great Hall for lunch. She took a glance at the Ravenclaw table and saw that Andrew was talking with his friends. Hermione smiled to herself and say down between Harry and Ron.
"Where've you been, Hermione?" asked Ron as she put food on her plate. "We missed you at breakfast. Did you sleep in or what?"
"Well," Hermione stopped to swallow some pumpkin juice. "I missed breakfast because I slept in. And I'm grateful that you didn't come banging into my room to get me up."
The two boys grinned sheepishly at each other. They remembered what Hermione did the last time they came to wake her up. She blew up at them, stupefied them, and then put the full body-bind on them all day and wouldn't take it off till McGonagall made her. Fred and George had even complimented her on it. They said that was the most brilliant thing she had ever done.
"So Hermione," asked Harry, who was eager to change the subject. "What are you gonna do today?"
"Dunno. . .maybe walk around the lake. Be lazy outside with a good book. Terrorize Malfoy. . ." The Trio broke out into identical smirks (much like Fred and George) and burst out laughing. All three of them remembered with exact detail when the fake Moody turned Malfoy into a ferret and bounced him all along the entrance hall, (or was it the dungeons?)
"The amazing bouncing ferret!" wheezed Ron through his huge belly laughs.
"That will never get old," said Hermione as she wiped tears from her eyes. "That will be my best, funniest memory from here, besides the time when I got to slap him in third year. Do you remember that, Harry!"
"How could I forget?" He pitched his voice a bit lower. "Spellbooks for N.E.W.T.s- 200 galleons, a brand new Firebolt- 500 galleons, the look on Malfoy's face when Hermione slapped him- priceless.
It was more than just Hermione and Ron who burst out laughing this time. Everyone within fifteen feet of Harry at the Gryffindor table was laughing. The other Houses stared, wondering what the hell was wrong with Gryffindor today. Even some of the teachers were staring. Was there something in their pumpkin juice?
"Where did you learn that Harry?" Hermione gasped.
"Oh, I saw it on Muggle TV over the summer at the Dursleys. You won't believe the hilarious things I saw on it." replied Harry.
When the Gryffindors started laughing, Andrew turned to look at Hermione. The way her hair fell onto her face as she was laughing made her even more beautiful in his eyes. He saw her ask Harry something and then double over as another wave of laughter hit her. Andrew also smiled to himself as Dumbledoor stood up.
"Well, Gryffindor. What has got all of you laughing so hard? Would the ones who started everybody laughing please stand up and come to the staff table."
Guiltily, Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood up and slowly walked up to the staff table. They thought they were going to be chewed out for disrupting lunch. But what Dumbledoor said surprised them.
"Would you be so kind as to tell the whole hall the joke that had most of the Gruffindors laughing so hard, so all of us may take pleasure in it?" There was a small twinkle in his eye that said he knew that this was about.
"Well," began Hermione. "Harry asked me what I was going to do today so I said be lazy, walk around the lake, and terrorize Malfoy."
Ron took over. "That was when we first started laughing. We were remembering back in fourth year when Professor Moody turned Malfoy into a ferret and bounced him around the entrance hall (dungeons?)"
There was a murmur of asset and giggles from those that remember that incident. Malfoy buried his face in his hands, hating this recollection of that horrible event. Everybody shut up though when Harry started talking.
"Then Hermione said that will always be the best memory from here, besides when she got to slap him in third year." There was an even louder ripple of noise this time. Very few knew that Hermione did that. They were shocked. Malfoy buried his head even further. That was the other humiliating event that happened to him. He didn't want to relive it, but Potter was determined to make his life miserable.
Dumbledoor turned sharply to look at Hermione, and she continued. "So then Harry says, 'How can I forget? Spellbooks for N.E.W.T.s- 200 galleons, brand new Firebolt- 500 galleons, the look on Malfoy's face when Hermione slapped him- priceless.'"
The entire school, including the teachers burst out laughing. HARD. Including Slytherin, except for Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle. Malfoy especially was pissed off. He was a Malfoy and Malfoys didn't get publicly humiliated. Potty, Weasel, and the mudblood would pay for getting the whole school laughing at him. He just had to think up the proper punishment. . . .
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Hermione got one of her books from her dormitory and say down under a tree facing the lake. She passed half of the afternoon that way. That was when Harry and Ron wen t back inside to finish their homework. Hermione, having already finished, was able to stay out longer.
Around sunset, someone sat down beside her. "What are you reading?" the person asked.
"Well, hello to you too, Andrew," she replied without looking up from her book.
"How did you know it was me?"
"First of all," she put her book down and turned towards him. "I saw you walking down towards the lake. Second, I recognized your voice. Third, I always know when my boyfriend is around me."
"How do you know when I'm around you?" There was a glint in his eye that Hermione couldn't identify.
"I've got a focus," she said quietly, looking down at her feet.
Andrew put his finger under her chin and lifted her face up to face his. He spoke softly. "Did you think that I would care if you had a focus? Cuz I don't. I'm actually glad that you have one, too." Hermione was puzzled. "That's right, Hermione. I also have a focus of you."
"Can I see it?" asked Hermione.
"If I can see yours," replied Andrew. "Fine," was the answer and they both brought out something from their pockets. Andrew's focus of Hermione was a small picture of her. She was waving at him.
"When did you take this?" Hermione never recalled getting her picture taken.
"Actually, I took it at lunch today. I saw you walk in, so I pulled out my little camera and told it to take a pic of you and it did." He brought it out and Hermione examined it.
Hermione gave it back to Andrew and showed him her focus. It was a miniature Quidditch player in Ravenclaw robes that he recognized as himself. "Did you make this?" Andrew seemed excited to see a miniature of himself.
Hermione blushed. "Yes."
"How?"
"I found this book in the library. . ."
Andrew interrupted. "It wouldn't be Hermione unless she went to the library during part of the story."
She grinned and continued. "And this book had potions to make miniatures of Quidditch players on their brooms. Since you like Quidditch so much and I didn't know what to do, I made this."
"I looked at that book before, and those potions are really hard. How did you do it?" Andrew was amazed that his girl did something so advanced.
"Well it was harder than what we're doing in class, but I did do it." Explained Hermione.
Andrew pulled her closer and kissed her. Hermione enjoyed kissing him now, and kissed him back. Andrew pulled back and took her hand. "Shall we go back up to the castle now?" And he pulled her up, and hand in hand, walked back up to the castle.
A/N: ok, yall have to give me ideas. I have absolutely no idea what to write! I've got serious writer's block but I managed to spit out a chapter. HELP ME!!!!! Oh ya, review plz and ill love yall. I love all my reviewers!