Have a Merry little Christmas
Chapter I Potions and spys
Potions! What he dreaded most of all things loathsome and despicable was none other than his Potions class. Not really the subject though… more teacher than anything else. Professor Snape had been on his case since day one when Harry first came here Hogwats. And why not? Harry was none other than the infamous Harry Potter; known to many as 'the boy who lived'. Lived? And what, you might ask, did he survive from? The dark lord, the man, who's name would send trembles down many powerful wizards spine, and to this day, even after the dark lord had been defeated, many still refer to him as 'he-who-should-not-be-named'. Harry on the other hand, didn't ask to be famous and whatnot, because a dire cost was paid with this fame. He lost his parents at such a young age and found that warmth and love was what he lacked for so long, living with his aunt and uncle only amplified his undying thirst for freedom and happiness unlike what he has even felt. He dreaded going home for the holidays and it was all because he couldn't be with his beloved friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.
BUT this was no time to think about that! If Harry keeps nodding off like he had been for the last half an hour, he's about to get the evil wrath of Professor Snape.
And as if on cue, Harry's head slip from being propped up by his hand that was also slipping from the table edge. Trying to gain his holding on the table, he knocked over a small flask and made a dive for it before it hit the ground and shatter into a million little pieces but in the process tripped over his own foot and fell out of his chair and landed on the cold floor with a resounding thump. Everyone's gaze swung to the middle row in the middle of the class. Harry almost didn't want to come off as alive. He slowly raised his head and looked to the front of the class and was immediately sorry that did.
Without even looking over his shoulder or stopping his lecture, Professor said, without missing a beat, "10 points from Gryffindor essay on chapter 24 Potter, on my desk first thing Thursday morning." This got the Gryffindor students all riled up, they started muttering and protesting that they got docked 10 point just because Harry fell out of his chair?!
"20! And if you all do not understand and contemplate the meaning of 'silent as the dead' for the rest of the class period, then more dire consequences will be established following your actions!" Professor Snape said as he walked to the Slytherin side of the room and mildly smirked which got a strong murmuring of support from the left side of the room. Harry heard a muffled sarcastic, "Fell off your high throne, Potter?" He looked to the front of the class and saw a pathetically happy, smirking Draco Malfoy.
Harry merely sneered at Draco as he got himself settled into his seat. Great, just peachy! He had exams coming up to study for and he had to be at the quidditch meeting today because…well, that's what team captains have to do. Oh, he's not getting any sleep tonight for sure.
Snow was in full bloom outside as Hermione walk along the corridor towards the library but stopped abruptly when she saw Seamus Finnegan, Ron, and Harry walking towards the common room. She quietly tucked herself in a corner on in the wall and silently watched them walk by her. This wasn't normal for her to be spying on her best friends but she noticed a big difference in the guy's attitude when she was around and she felt that she needed to just watch them when she wasn't around.
Her eyes looked over at the three extremely scrumptious and good looking guys who she had known since she was a wee child of 11. There was Seamus, who's had squinty brown eyes and a cute crocked smile. There was Ron, who was like a brother to her, with radiating red hair and a young boyish complexion. Then… there was Harry; the infamous Harry Potter. He was… well… like a brother to her too, but that didn't make him one of the hottest guys on this side of Hogsmede. He had stunning green eyes, a beautiful smile, and unruly hair that looks so sexy-.
Hermione mentally slapped herself to even think of Harry in that manner. He's like your BOTHER!! He's been your best friend, the guy that saved you from the mountain troll, protected you from the dementors and... and... have been invading your dreams for over 3 years. Hermione sighed softly and brought her head up to only to be staring at the opposite wall and hearing the boy's voices diminishing on towards the common room.
It doesn't help at all that she had actually been trying to act normal around him for the longest time and soon found out that she had to truly go out of her way now a days to not slip anything. She had to keep what she felt a secret. She was nothing like Cho. She wasn't pretty, or athletic, or witty. She was just plain Hermione, one of the 'mates'; nothing more. Just the boring, frizzy haired, bookworm with nothing better to do than study and a mere supporter of the quidditch team.
Still, even after all the anti-hormonal spells she had been casting on herself, she still felt a radiating, warm, fuzzy feeling every time she and Harry's hand accidentally brush each other. Or when she would be getting ready to sleep in her Head Girl room and she hears him walk into to bathroom that they share; it was like they were actually living with each other and it made her constantly giddy.
She sighed to herself again and then continued walking towards the library. Oh, but all these feelings are just going to go to waste. It not like he felt the same way.