Note: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.

"Damn that Malfoy!" thought Harry angrily.
"Password?" asked the Fat Lady as she adjusted her dress.
"Tazmania!" shouted Harry at the Fat Lady. The Fat Lady looked at Harry
angrily.
"You don't need to shout."
"Just open!" Harry shouted again. The portrait swung open and Harry
climbed in. He walked over to the couch angrily and sat down beside
Hermione, already in her robes. He could see Ron on the opposite side of
the common room staring at Harry furiously.
"What happened, Harry?" asked Hermione, looking concerned.
"Dumbledore just wanted some explanation from me and that idiot." Said
Harry, looking at the ground.
"You shouldn't have acted so rashly there." Said Hermione.
"Sorry..." said Harry.
"It's ok... You'd better change into your robes. We'll play a game of wizard
chess to cheer you up." Harry walked up to the boy's dormitory. When Harry
was out of sight, Ron walked over to Hermione.
"Hermione, I thought you said you were going with Malfoy? How come you
ended up with him?"
"I have already broken up with Malfoy, Ron. Anyway, don't ever think that
Harry and I are an item. I just couldn't find a partner in time so I went
with him."
"Why didn't you go with me, then?" asked Ron furiously. "I...I... I just feel
more comfortable with Harry..." said Hermione shyly. Ron was so shocked no
words came out of his mouth.
"But, Hermione, I...I... I like you too." Said Ron, looking embarrassed. Just
then, Harry came down from the boy's dormitory carrying a set of wizard
chess. Ron and Hermione looked at each other and Ron went up to the boy's
dormitory, looking at Harry in the eye when walking pass him. Harry ignored
Ron and went to sit with Hermione.
"I think we should just chat, Harry. I don't feel like playing anymore."
Said Hermione.
"Sure." Replied Harry.
"Harry, I have something to tell you..." said Hermione.
"Speak your mind."
"You know, Ron came over and told me something just now..." Harry frowned.
"He told me that...that...that..."
"What, Hermione?"
"He likes me..."
Harry was taken aback at those words and toppled over the wizard chess set.
"Harry, I -"
"It's ok, Hermione. You have the pick between the two of us. I'll give you
a week. Or you can choose to go back to Malfoy." Said Harry as he climbed
up the staircase to the boy's dormitory, looking disappointed.
"I was so sure Hermione was gonna be mine... But I didn't expect that Ron
will just butt in like that..." thought Harry as he changed into his pyjamas.
He lied down on his bed and took off his glasses. He closed his eyes,
thinking about who Hermione will choose as her steady, and soon after, he
fell asleep.
"Harry, Harry! Wake up!" somebody was shaking Harry.
"It's time for quidditch practice again!" Angelina said.
"Give me a break, Angelina! We already had one last yesterday!" said Harry,
shutting his ears with his pillow.
"There will be a quidditch match next Saturday. Quickly get up and change
into your quidditch robes. Wake Ron up too." And she went down the
staircase.
"Can't she ever give us a break??" thought Harry as he put on his
glasses.He looked out at the window. It was raining cats and dogs. He went
over to Ron's bed and shaked him.
"It's time for quidditch practice again." Said Harry, still yawning away.
He left Ron to wake up on his own and went to brush his teeth. He changed
into his quidditch robes and took his Firebolt from his trunk. Ron was
already changing into his quidditch robes.
When Harry was about to walk down the stairs, Ron said something, his back
facing Harry.
"I've already told Hermione about my feelings for her. She has the pick.
Wait for the results. I know she's not gonna choose Malfoy. So it's just
the two of us."
Harry ignored Ron's words, although he was pressurized by that. He went out
of the common room. "I'm still sleeping, you know!!" scolded the Fat Lady.
Harry ignore her and walked down the marble staircases to the quidditch
pitch. When he reached the quidditch pitch, everybody was there except for
Ron.
Few minutes later, Ron came into the quidditch pitch, carrying his
Cleansweep 6.
"All right, everybody! Get into your positions like you did yesterday!"
said Angelina.
Harry took off on his Firebolt and rose about thirty feet into the air. The
golf balls flew up into the air one by one. Harry was still thinking about
Hermione.
"Harry! Watch out!" shouted Andrew. BAM!! But it was too late. The bludger
had already hit Harry in his head. He dropped down from his broomstick and
landed with a crash. Angelina stopped the practice.
"Ron, bring Harry to the hospital wing, quick! Bob, put Harry's Firebolt
into his trunk. And Katie, please help to put back all the balls."
Ron quickly got down from his Cleansweep 6 and carried Harry into the
castle, with Angelina following behind. Harry was bleeding all over his
head. Ron climbed up the marble staircases up to the second floor pass the
portraits. The portraits gasped upon seeing Harry. Angelina knocked on the
door of the hospital wing. Ten seconds later, Mdm Pomfrey opened the door,
still yawning.
"May I help yo- Quick, bring him inside!" said Mdm Pomfrey anxiously upon
seeing Harry's bleeding head. Ron put Harry on the Hospital Wing bed
anxiously.
"You'll be fine, Harry." Said Ron under his breath.
Everything seemed blur. Things slowly became clear. The first thing
he saw was Hermione. He tried to get up but his head hurt so much he
couldn't get up. Hermione helped him to get up.
"What happened?" asked Harry, feeling his head. It was bandaged.
"You were hit by a bludger during your quidditch practice. You should be
more careful next time." Said Hermione.
"Who helped me here?" asked Harry.
"Ron." Answered Hermione.
"Ron??" asked Harry surprisingly.
"Yeah, what's wrong? Ron has always been your friend. Why do you look so
surprised?" asked Hermione.
"Nothing..." said Harry, remembering that Hermione doesn't know about the
quarrel between the two of them.
"Out of my way, out of my way. It's time for breakfast!" said Mdm Pomfrey,
holding a plate in her hand and a goblet in the other. She put it on the
table in front of Harry. The plate was filled with sandwiches and the
goblet was filled with pumpkin juice.
"I'll give you your medicine after you have finished." Said Mdm Pomfrey.
"You'd better get back to class, it's time for your Potions class." Harry
told Hermione.
"I almost forgot. I'll come see you after dinner. And don't worry about
homework. I'll tell you what to do." Hermione said. She walked out of the
Hospital Wing, leaving Harry to eat his breakfast alone. Harry ate his
sandwich and drank his pumpkin juice. Shortly after he finished his
breakfast, Mdm Pomfrey walked over to Harry, carrying a bottle of medicine.
"Here, drink this." Mdm Pomfrey poured the medicine into a cup.
"What's this?" asked Harry, his face in disgust. The medicine's colour was
slimy green, and there were bubbles.
"Just drink it. It will help to cure your head." Harry covered his nose and
drank the medicine in a gulp.
"Yuck!! It tastes terrible!" said Harry.
"You have to drink this in order to cure your head," Said Mdm Pomfrey.
"Now, take a rest."
Harry closed his eyes and fell asleep a few minutes later...
"Harry, how are you feeling?" asked Hermione.
"Thanks for your concern, I'm fine." Replied Harry.
"Oh, I almost forgot, this are today's homework, I've written them down
here." Said Hermione as she took out a parchment from her bag.
"And I don't know whether you have any Divination homework, you'd better
ask Ron about that." Said Hermione.
"What!? Essay on blotched potion? At least two and a half feet long? Snape
must be crazy!" said Harry, looking at the parchment.
"Yeah. Professor Snape wasn't really in a good mood today, I don't know
why."
"He's never in a good mood..." said Harry.
"Ron has detention for saying that Snape's features were like that because
he took a blotched potion. As you know, blotched potions can make people
ugly."
Harry laughed.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow morning. I have to get back to the common
room. Bye!"
"Bye." Said Harry.
Three days later, Harry could be discharged from the Hospital Wing.
He felt so good to be out of that place. He went to the Great Hall for his
breakfast. The Gryffindors were so happy to see him again. When he was
about to sit down at the Gryffindor table, Hermione walked over to him.
"I need a word with you and Ron. Meet me at the empty classroom on the
third floor tomorrow right after your dinner." Hermione whispered to Harry.
Harry didn't know what was going on but he still nodded his head. He sat
down beside Neville, so as to avoid Ron.
"Does your head still hurt, Harry?" Neville asked.
"Thanks for your concern, Neville. I'm fine." Replied Harry.
Dumbledore clapped his hands. Everybody turned to look at him.
"Students, I know that you have not been taking Defense against the Dark
Arts lessons lately. So, today, I'll introduce you to your teacher. Please
welcome, Professor Lupin!!"
All the students clapped loudly, especially the fourth to seventh year
students. Harry was shocked to hear Dumbledore's sentence. Professor Lupin
walked to the table where the Professors were sitting and waved to
everybody. Snape looked at Lupin sternly.
"From today onwards, you will have a new timetable. Professor Mcgonagall
will give you the timetables later after your breakfast."
Harry was so shocked and happy that no words came out of his mouth. Shortly
after the celebrations, breakfast began.
"I can't believe Lupin is back." Harry told Hermione as they were
walking towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
"Yeah, by the way, what did you want to meet me and Ron for?" asked Harry.
"You will know, Harry." Answered Hermione as she sighed. They walked into
the classroom and sat down at a table. Soon after, Professor Lupin came
into the classroom.
"Good afternoon, sixth years!" said Professor Lupin cheerfully.

"It must have been shocking to you that I have come back to Hogwarts.
Professor Dumbledore wanted me back."
"All right, class. Today, we are going to learn about this." He pointed to
a cage which was covered by a silver cloth.
"Don't tell me it is Cornelius Pixies again?" asked Seamus Finnagan.
"Don't worry, Mr Finnagan! I won't be like Professor Lockhart, letting out
Pixies whenever I want." Seamus smiled.
"I'm about to release the cloth. Don't ever shout. But I doubt you won't."
He said. He grabbed the silver cloth and released it. Instead of everyone
shouting, they went "Awww...."
It was a little puppy with round little eyes. It had long ears and a short
tail. It was white in colour with brown spots all over it.
"This is called Juller. Now, don't ever think that it does no harm just
because it's cute. This little creature here can just kill you with one
bite. It has sharp jaws." He tapped the cage with his wand and the creature
opened its mouth.
"As you can see, it's jaws are very long and sharp. But its blood can help
cure a petrified person." Professor Lupin went on till the end of the
lesson and even let the students touch the Juller.
"Now, you have a homework today. Write an essay at least a foot long about
Jullers. Lesson end!" Everyone swung their bags over their shoulders and
went out of the classroom chattering about Professor Lupin's lesson.
"I think Professor Lupin is the greatest Defense against the Dark Arts
teacher ever!" said Harry to Hermione as they walked along the corridor to
their Potions classroom.
"I agree." Said Hermione.

"Today, we are going to learn about Stanfler Potion." Said Snape in
his cold voice. He wasn't really in a good mood today.
"I bet he isn't in a good mood because he failed to take the Defense
against the Dark Arts job again." Harry whispered to Seamus.
"Yes? Mr Potter? Anything to share with the class?" everyone turned to look
at him.
"Please do pay attention!" said Snape. Harry kept quiet. Snape continued
till the end of the lesson and the class made a Stanfler Potion.(Neville
got himself burned again.)
"This is your homework. Write an essay about at least two feet long about
Stanfler Potions. Must be handed in by tomorrow. Class dismissed." Everyone
got out of the classroom, complaining about Snape's homework.
"Hermione, please tell me. What is it about that you want to meet me and
Ron?" Harry asked again.
"It's... It's... It's about my decision." Said Hermione as she walked away from
Harry towards the History of Magic classroom.

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