It's my first FanFic. Reviews would be nice. I need someone to yell at me enough to get any new chapters done
I don't own the Harry Potter or anything affiliated with it
Harry's thoughts
Everyone may be kinda ooc, but o well.
Big thanks to my beta, iced-forest huggles.
"Now, class, you will need to put the chopped eye of dragon into your cauldrons while stirring at the exact speed we practiced earlier. Don't confuse your eye of dragon and your dragon spleen, Mr. Potter. " Professor Snape's voice carried the same poorly veiled hostility that it did every time he talked to Harry.
Whatever, Snape, I'm not that slow
Snape's classes were always the worst, even when the "professor" kept to himself. And now it was finals of the fifth year, and Harry had to try to concentrate around the loss of one of the few people he ever trusted, his godfather. Harry's only comforting thought was that soon he would be off on holiday and he wouldn't have to listen to the moron drone on and on.
Shouts of "FREEDOM!!" resounded over Hogwarts grounds the students left the school for summer. But the yelling, jumping, and running of many students was not imitated by Harry, Ron and Hermione. They walked very calmly back to the Hogwarts Express.
"There's some good news for you, Harry." Ron said while trying to get his luggage onto the train.
"And what might that be?" Harry asked back.
"Mum said you could stay over for the summer."
"Really?!! That's fantastic! A summer away from the Dursleys! Yes!" now Harry was hollering and carrying on like the rest of the young witches and wizards leaving school for the summer.
"Okay, just leave me out then," Hermione asked with false sadness and a sarcastic pout.
"Oh Hermione, you know you have a standing invitation to come over. Be careful though, mum'll probably chase you out on occasion and make you go see your own parents," Ron said while laughing.
Smiling brightly again, Hermione sat down in an empty compartent at the back of the train and merely said, "Good," causing them all to start laughing again while the train started up and headed back towards platform 9 ¾.
"Welcome Harry, Hermione, please make yourselves at home, Ginny'll show you which rooms you're using." Mrs. Weasley said cheerfully before turning back to Ron and starting in on him. "And you, what were you doing all year in school? Sitting around playing wizard chess? How can you expect to get a good job with grades like these?"
Holding his hands up as if to protect himself from the red-haired woman's fury. "Calm down mum, next year I'm taking more advanced classes and having Hermoine tutor me." Ron replied calmly.
"Well you had better," Mrs. Weasley said, shaking a wooden spoon at him before returning to cooking, "Dinner's done. Take a seat Ronald, and don't you dare touch anything until everyone's at the table!"
Even though conversation during dinner was uninteresting, it was comfortable and pleasant.
"That was excellent, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione complimented, "may we be excused?"
"Of course you may, dear." She replied, "and Ronald Weasley, I'll be watching you this summer. I know you have holiday assignments and they better be OWL material," Mrs. Weasley sternly told her son. After shooting Ron sympathetic glances, Harry and Hermione followed Ron upstairs to his room.
Once he was well out of his mothers hearing range, Ron turned to the others and whispered "Honestly, how can she be like that towards me after all the bad marks Fred and George got. Just look how successful they are!"
"Well, they are quite intelligent, they just didn't like the way the school tried to get them to behave and work on 'respectable' subjects," came the reply from Hermione, looking to Harry for some support on her theory.
Harry, who hadn't been paying much attention because he was pretending to look at one of Ron's Quiddich books, was caught off guard when Hermione looked in his direction. "Um, yeah you're right." He was too flustered to reply properly. It happened to him almost every time he talked to Hermione now, and it hadn't helped that he had been thinking about kissing her and mentally slapped himself for it.
I bet her lips are really soft, and…. Oh, stop it! She's just a friend.
Hermione whistled at him, "Hey, Harry, still there?
"Uh, yeah. So, what're everyone's plans for tomorrow?" Harry asked, trying to clear his head.
"Practicing quidditch, of course" said Ron, while searching under his bed for his broom maintenance and repair kit.
"Getting an early start on summer homework, obviously, there isn't much time left to do it" Hermione answered, which was exactly what they had expected her to say. Harry and Ron groaned together at her, making them all laugh.
"Oh no you're not, it's the holidays. You can't always be stuck inside studying" came out of Harry's mouth before he could stop it.
Stupid, stupid, might as well go for it now
"And what exactly would you suggest I do, Mr. Potter?" she grinned at him mischievously, causing him to lose his composure once again.
"Well, oh, um, we could… maybe, I mean only if you want to… go see, um, that new movie, maybe, the one you, uh, thought looked so fun. Hh-how about that?" He started to turn away as soon as he finished asking, tried to pretend to be reading the Big Book of Quiddich again and began scolding himself.
Now you look really stupid, she'll say she really needs to study and you'll have to try to pretend it was nothing. God you're an idiot. Why did you do it anyway? You expect her to feel like you do? Because she does feel like you do, just a friend. Yes, just a friend. Idiot, idiot!
"Sure," came the reply from Hermione, accompanied by the tiniest giggle and a shy smile. Harry whipped around to face her and stammered out "a ba stu" and realized that speaking wasn't going to work right now, so he just nodded and gave a big, beaming smile.
No longer scolding himself, Harry began cheering inside.
"TIME FOR BED CHILDREN!" Mrs. Weasley yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
"Alright!" they yelled in unison, and then proceeded to exchange goodnights. Harry and Hermione walked out of Ron's room, and once in the hall, Harry turned to her, "About tomorrow, how about 3 in the afternoon?"
"Perfect." She said, and turned up the stairs toward where she was sleeping.
Perfect? No, better than perfect! Yes! I'm going out on the town with Hermione! And maybe I'll get a kiss… no, damn it, she's JUST A FRIEND!
He turned once to get one last glimpse of her before bed, and what he saw wasn't what he had expected.
She was standing at the top of the stairs with her head slightly cocked to one side, biting her lip lightly. When she raised her eyes to meet his, she made a slightly embarrassed sound and scurried away to her room
Was she just checking out my ass?
I don't own the Harry Potter or anything affiliated with it
Harry's thoughts
Everyone may be kinda ooc, but o well.
Big thanks to my beta, iced-forest huggles.
"Now, class, you will need to put the chopped eye of dragon into your cauldrons while stirring at the exact speed we practiced earlier. Don't confuse your eye of dragon and your dragon spleen, Mr. Potter. " Professor Snape's voice carried the same poorly veiled hostility that it did every time he talked to Harry.
Whatever, Snape, I'm not that slow
Snape's classes were always the worst, even when the "professor" kept to himself. And now it was finals of the fifth year, and Harry had to try to concentrate around the loss of one of the few people he ever trusted, his godfather. Harry's only comforting thought was that soon he would be off on holiday and he wouldn't have to listen to the moron drone on and on.
Shouts of "FREEDOM!!" resounded over Hogwarts grounds the students left the school for summer. But the yelling, jumping, and running of many students was not imitated by Harry, Ron and Hermione. They walked very calmly back to the Hogwarts Express.
"There's some good news for you, Harry." Ron said while trying to get his luggage onto the train.
"And what might that be?" Harry asked back.
"Mum said you could stay over for the summer."
"Really?!! That's fantastic! A summer away from the Dursleys! Yes!" now Harry was hollering and carrying on like the rest of the young witches and wizards leaving school for the summer.
"Okay, just leave me out then," Hermione asked with false sadness and a sarcastic pout.
"Oh Hermione, you know you have a standing invitation to come over. Be careful though, mum'll probably chase you out on occasion and make you go see your own parents," Ron said while laughing.
Smiling brightly again, Hermione sat down in an empty compartent at the back of the train and merely said, "Good," causing them all to start laughing again while the train started up and headed back towards platform 9 ¾.
"Welcome Harry, Hermione, please make yourselves at home, Ginny'll show you which rooms you're using." Mrs. Weasley said cheerfully before turning back to Ron and starting in on him. "And you, what were you doing all year in school? Sitting around playing wizard chess? How can you expect to get a good job with grades like these?"
Holding his hands up as if to protect himself from the red-haired woman's fury. "Calm down mum, next year I'm taking more advanced classes and having Hermoine tutor me." Ron replied calmly.
"Well you had better," Mrs. Weasley said, shaking a wooden spoon at him before returning to cooking, "Dinner's done. Take a seat Ronald, and don't you dare touch anything until everyone's at the table!"
Even though conversation during dinner was uninteresting, it was comfortable and pleasant.
"That was excellent, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione complimented, "may we be excused?"
"Of course you may, dear." She replied, "and Ronald Weasley, I'll be watching you this summer. I know you have holiday assignments and they better be OWL material," Mrs. Weasley sternly told her son. After shooting Ron sympathetic glances, Harry and Hermione followed Ron upstairs to his room.
Once he was well out of his mothers hearing range, Ron turned to the others and whispered "Honestly, how can she be like that towards me after all the bad marks Fred and George got. Just look how successful they are!"
"Well, they are quite intelligent, they just didn't like the way the school tried to get them to behave and work on 'respectable' subjects," came the reply from Hermione, looking to Harry for some support on her theory.
Harry, who hadn't been paying much attention because he was pretending to look at one of Ron's Quiddich books, was caught off guard when Hermione looked in his direction. "Um, yeah you're right." He was too flustered to reply properly. It happened to him almost every time he talked to Hermione now, and it hadn't helped that he had been thinking about kissing her and mentally slapped himself for it.
I bet her lips are really soft, and…. Oh, stop it! She's just a friend.
Hermione whistled at him, "Hey, Harry, still there?
"Uh, yeah. So, what're everyone's plans for tomorrow?" Harry asked, trying to clear his head.
"Practicing quidditch, of course" said Ron, while searching under his bed for his broom maintenance and repair kit.
"Getting an early start on summer homework, obviously, there isn't much time left to do it" Hermione answered, which was exactly what they had expected her to say. Harry and Ron groaned together at her, making them all laugh.
"Oh no you're not, it's the holidays. You can't always be stuck inside studying" came out of Harry's mouth before he could stop it.
Stupid, stupid, might as well go for it now
"And what exactly would you suggest I do, Mr. Potter?" she grinned at him mischievously, causing him to lose his composure once again.
"Well, oh, um, we could… maybe, I mean only if you want to… go see, um, that new movie, maybe, the one you, uh, thought looked so fun. Hh-how about that?" He started to turn away as soon as he finished asking, tried to pretend to be reading the Big Book of Quiddich again and began scolding himself.
Now you look really stupid, she'll say she really needs to study and you'll have to try to pretend it was nothing. God you're an idiot. Why did you do it anyway? You expect her to feel like you do? Because she does feel like you do, just a friend. Yes, just a friend. Idiot, idiot!
"Sure," came the reply from Hermione, accompanied by the tiniest giggle and a shy smile. Harry whipped around to face her and stammered out "a ba stu" and realized that speaking wasn't going to work right now, so he just nodded and gave a big, beaming smile.
No longer scolding himself, Harry began cheering inside.
"TIME FOR BED CHILDREN!" Mrs. Weasley yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
"Alright!" they yelled in unison, and then proceeded to exchange goodnights. Harry and Hermione walked out of Ron's room, and once in the hall, Harry turned to her, "About tomorrow, how about 3 in the afternoon?"
"Perfect." She said, and turned up the stairs toward where she was sleeping.
Perfect? No, better than perfect! Yes! I'm going out on the town with Hermione! And maybe I'll get a kiss… no, damn it, she's JUST A FRIEND!
He turned once to get one last glimpse of her before bed, and what he saw wasn't what he had expected.
She was standing at the top of the stairs with her head slightly cocked to one side, biting her lip lightly. When she raised her eyes to meet his, she made a slightly embarrassed sound and scurried away to her room
Was she just checking out my ass?