CHAPTER 5
The Flowers
Harry couldn't sleep. He kept tossing and turning in his bed. All of a sudden, he heard a noise. It was a noise that he had never heard before, but he knew exactly what it meant. He heard bedsprings squeaking continually.
He heard Ron speak. "Hermione. . ."
"Shh! Not so loud! They might hear us!" That was most definitely Hermione.
"Who cares?"
Harry slowly got off of his bed and put on his glasses. He walked over to Ron's bed, whose curtains were down, and looked through a slightly open flap. His eyes widened as he saw something that he refused to believe. They were having. . .ugh, he didn't want to think about it. However, he couldn't deny the fact that seeing Hermione like that made him grow. He wanted to reach out and touch her so badly. . .
"Harry!" shouted Ron. "Harry! Get out! Come on, wake up!"
He woke with a start. It was just a dream. Phew! When he spotted Ron, he almost decked him, but restrained himself. "What is it, Ron?"
"Geez, Harry! You were hurting my ears. You were snoring like hell, and occasionally shouted 'no.' You woke me up!"
"Sorry." He got up, got dressed, and went down to the common room.
Hermione was already up and admiring some flowers at the table. Harry stopped. Ron had already gotten a head start. He should have punched him.
"Hello, Harry." Hermione had seen him. He walked over to her and sat down. She was wearing a blue tube top and a skirt. He would have given anything for her to be wearing something else. He didn't want her to see her effect on him.
"So. . .um. . .who are the flowers from?" he asked.
She folded her arms, which accentuated her breasts, and answered, "I don't think that he would like me to reveal his name."
"Oh. Sorry."
She smiled. "It's okay." She stood up and slowly walked over to the couch. "It's so boring this early, isn't it, Harry?" She laid down on the couch with one leg dangling off. Harry refused to stand for a while. He began to sweat. To his misfortune, Ron came down. He saw the flowers, too.
"Hey, Hermione, who are the flowers from?"
"Not telling," she simply replied, "but you know him pretty well."
Ron glared at Harry. Harry gave him a look that said 'not me.'
They both were left wondering.
* * * * *
The next day, they had their first potions lesson. They were learning how to create a Biggenfeld potion.
Their teacher, Professor Snape, began, "There are five ingredients to a Biggenfeld potion. You each have a list of them in front of you. You will also see a bucket, each containing the ingredients. Now, the use of a Biggenfeld potion is this. It sharpens all of your senses on the one thing you most want to focus on. This means your sight, smell, touch, hearing, and taste will work best on the one thing you are interested in. It lasts for approximately an hour. Begin now."
Everyone had no trouble with the potion except for Seamus. It kept blowing up in his face. They each had a cup of the concoction.
"Now, drink!"
They each took a swig of the juice. For once, this potion tasted pretty good. It was quite sweet. Seamus's focus turned out to be Parvarti Patil. Unforunately for him, her object was Dean Thomas.
Hermione knew what they would be doing before class, and created a potion that nulled this potion's effect. Harry and Ron's head turned towards her, and so did a third person's. . .
The Flowers
Harry couldn't sleep. He kept tossing and turning in his bed. All of a sudden, he heard a noise. It was a noise that he had never heard before, but he knew exactly what it meant. He heard bedsprings squeaking continually.
He heard Ron speak. "Hermione. . ."
"Shh! Not so loud! They might hear us!" That was most definitely Hermione.
"Who cares?"
Harry slowly got off of his bed and put on his glasses. He walked over to Ron's bed, whose curtains were down, and looked through a slightly open flap. His eyes widened as he saw something that he refused to believe. They were having. . .ugh, he didn't want to think about it. However, he couldn't deny the fact that seeing Hermione like that made him grow. He wanted to reach out and touch her so badly. . .
"Harry!" shouted Ron. "Harry! Get out! Come on, wake up!"
He woke with a start. It was just a dream. Phew! When he spotted Ron, he almost decked him, but restrained himself. "What is it, Ron?"
"Geez, Harry! You were hurting my ears. You were snoring like hell, and occasionally shouted 'no.' You woke me up!"
"Sorry." He got up, got dressed, and went down to the common room.
Hermione was already up and admiring some flowers at the table. Harry stopped. Ron had already gotten a head start. He should have punched him.
"Hello, Harry." Hermione had seen him. He walked over to her and sat down. She was wearing a blue tube top and a skirt. He would have given anything for her to be wearing something else. He didn't want her to see her effect on him.
"So. . .um. . .who are the flowers from?" he asked.
She folded her arms, which accentuated her breasts, and answered, "I don't think that he would like me to reveal his name."
"Oh. Sorry."
She smiled. "It's okay." She stood up and slowly walked over to the couch. "It's so boring this early, isn't it, Harry?" She laid down on the couch with one leg dangling off. Harry refused to stand for a while. He began to sweat. To his misfortune, Ron came down. He saw the flowers, too.
"Hey, Hermione, who are the flowers from?"
"Not telling," she simply replied, "but you know him pretty well."
Ron glared at Harry. Harry gave him a look that said 'not me.'
They both were left wondering.
* * * * *
The next day, they had their first potions lesson. They were learning how to create a Biggenfeld potion.
Their teacher, Professor Snape, began, "There are five ingredients to a Biggenfeld potion. You each have a list of them in front of you. You will also see a bucket, each containing the ingredients. Now, the use of a Biggenfeld potion is this. It sharpens all of your senses on the one thing you most want to focus on. This means your sight, smell, touch, hearing, and taste will work best on the one thing you are interested in. It lasts for approximately an hour. Begin now."
Everyone had no trouble with the potion except for Seamus. It kept blowing up in his face. They each had a cup of the concoction.
"Now, drink!"
They each took a swig of the juice. For once, this potion tasted pretty good. It was quite sweet. Seamus's focus turned out to be Parvarti Patil. Unforunately for him, her object was Dean Thomas.
Hermione knew what they would be doing before class, and created a potion that nulled this potion's effect. Harry and Ron's head turned towards her, and so did a third person's. . .