Every time I close my eyes
A/N: Sorry it'd taken me ages to update cause I've got exams at the mo'. It's the holidays soon here so it's just a matter of time before I can update everyday again...I hope.
Thanks to all who've reviewed anyways.
Disclaimer: Nop. Still don't own it.
Chapter 4:
'This is getting ridiculous', Harry whispered under his breath so that Ginny, who was sitting casually beside him, was the only one who could hear.
Across from them Hermione was explaining to Neville the proper uses of unicorn horn.
'Yeah, I know', she whispered back.
They both gave Hermione a smile when she looked up at them suspiciously. She turned back to Neville when she realised she wasn't going to get any answers.
'That's it I'm going to look for him', Ginny finally said frustrated.
She started to stand up but Harry put his hand on her shoulder and whispered, 'I'll do it. You stay here and keep Hermione distracted. I don't think she knows that Ron's still angry with her for not coming to the Burrow'.
Ginny stared at him.
He flushed a little as he realised he was still holding on to Ginny's shoulder.
'So. . . I'll be back in a few', Harry finally as he took his hand off her shoulder and stood up.
She nodded.
'Harry, where are you going?' Hermione looked up from her conversation, still looking a bit wary.
'Oh. . . Um. . . just going to the loo', he uttered and rushed off down the hall.
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Harry could only hope that his confrontation with Ron was as easy as going to the bathroom. Turns out, he was half right.
As he neared the end of the hallway, Harry heard a faint but familiar voice cracking a joke.
'And the man said "mate that was my cow your talking 'bout"'
Loud laughter filled his ears as Harry opened the door to the compartment.
'Harry, mate. Nice to grace us with your presence', Seamus greeted him with a big smile.
'Hi guys, how are you all doing? Well. . . sorry to rush off like this, but I just came by to borrow your star performer. I need a word with him', he said quite hastily, trying to avoid any further conversation.
He led Ron out of the cabin and into the serene hallway.
'What's up mate? You just ruined the second part of my joke', Ron said clapping Harry on the back quite vigorously.
'Look Ron, why don't you stop being a git and talk to Hermione', Harry said, rubbing his shoulder, trying to be as direct as possible.
Ron, having been taken aback by this statement stared at him for a few seconds, and then smiled.
'Harry, I know you're just trying to be a best friend and everything but there's plenty of time to talk to Hermione when we're back at school. As for now though', he paused 'I think its time we get into our school robes. Looks like we're nearly there', Ron made for their compartment but then stopped abruptly.
'Um. . . Harry, any chance you could sneak into the compartment and grab me my robes?' Ron added with a smile.
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Harry's point of view
The ride to front doors was silent enough, which was really weird. Well, not really. Of course Ron still wasn't talking and I guess Hermione had figured out something was wrong because she hadn't said a word either.
As we approached the gates and jumped out of the carriage (those thestrals still give me the creeps but I guess they were better than I had first though) the face I was dreading to see emerged from the oak front doors.
His timing is so precise it's alarming.
'Potty and Weasel has finally arrived', announced the white pointy-faced boy in front of me, still flanked by his overgrown cronies Crabbe and Goyle. He turned to Ron, 'actually, you know Weasley, I though you wouldn't be at school this year, what with your dad being in that "accident" and all. How your family can afford to keep you in school is a mystery to me. Your father was away from work for so long I heard they actually replaced him with a troll. Of course, I happen to think that they should've kept the troll instead'.
Ron surprisingly remained quiet staring at the ground, though his face crunched up and his ears turned bright red.
'Be quiet Malfoy. You should wipe that proud tone out of your voice. You of all people should know why, seeing as though you know a lot of what happened last year', Hermione stated. I could tell she was annoyed. Really annoyed.
Malfoy's smile vanished instantly, looking at hermione with loathing. I thought he was going to back away, but then that familiar evil grin started spreading across his face.
'Of course I do. That's why you should be cautious Granger. I'm sure Potter and Weasley won't like to see anything terrible happen to you, though, I cant say the same for myself'.
That's the last straw, I thought. Taking about Hermione like that and joking about Mr. Weasley's accident, 'why I otta. . .' but somebody got to him before me.
'Look ferret, its one thing mocking and insulting me and Harry, but its another taking about Hermoine like that', Ron spat out as he rushed up to Malfoy and pinned him on the now closed double doors.
Yeah, you tell him Ron. . . I thought. Oh, hold on, did he just say what I though he said? Hey! If you're going to say something so inconsiderate don't include me in it. Next time I need my ego boosted I definitely won't come to you.
Small crowds of kids were now crowding around the front steps trying to see what the whole commotion was about.
Realising that the teachers might be wondering why there is a lull in the arrival of the students in the great hall, I made to pry Ron off Malfoy when suddenly, the door flew open and a professor with long black hair tied in a tight bun and pursed lips burst outside. Malfoy, who was still held against the door by Ron, fell backwards with a thud and landed right on professor McGonigall's feet.
'Hmph!' she managed to exclaim. 'Now, ignoring the thumping sensation in both my feet I would like to ask all of you to please file quickly towards the great hall this instant', I could tell she was trying very hard not to jinx us all to high heaven 'and Mr. Malfoy, if you don't mind, kindly get off my feet thank you!'
Malfoy got up still a bit shaken, rubbing his backside and complaining all the while. He glanced back at us as Crabbe and Goyle again took their place on either side.
Ron, meanwhile, had calmed down a bit, owing to the fact I guess, of professor Mcgonigall being there. He nevertheless, eyed Malfoy menacingly.
'Now you four', continued professor Mcgonigall as the crowds of students started to disappear, 'I expected better of you. You're all sixth year students and should act like one. I will see you all in my office after dinner. Now inside', she said as she ushered us into the foyer. Malfoy gave a grunt of understanding then headed towards the great hall with Crabbe and Goyle.
We started to follow them after a few seconds but halfway there professor Mcgonnigal called out from the foot of the marble stair case, 'Mr. Weasley, please control your anger. As much as I would like to see Mr. Malfoy being punished I'm afraid its not your job to do so', she hesitated as if not wanting to say something but finally added 'not in front of others anyway', she gave them a feeble smile then proceeded to walk up the staircase to wait for the arrival of the first years.
I turned around to quickly make my way into the great hall and found Ron already by the door. He hastily passed the Hufflepuff table and took a seat between Dean and Seamus (who started to ask him questions I presume).
Hermione stood stunned, slowly turned, gave me a sideward glance as if asking me what the heck just happened, then walked hurriedly towards the Gryffindor table, sitting herself beside Ginny.
As I stopped in front of the great hall doors to examine the sight in front of me I couldn't help but feel that this year, the prospect of watching the progress (or in this case draw back) of Ron and Hermione's relationship would be much scarier than the thought of facing death eaters and their full powered master.
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A/N: Sorry it'd taken me ages to update cause I've got exams at the mo'. It's the holidays soon here so it's just a matter of time before I can update everyday again...I hope.
Thanks to all who've reviewed anyways.
Disclaimer: Nop. Still don't own it.
Chapter 4:
'This is getting ridiculous', Harry whispered under his breath so that Ginny, who was sitting casually beside him, was the only one who could hear.
Across from them Hermione was explaining to Neville the proper uses of unicorn horn.
'Yeah, I know', she whispered back.
They both gave Hermione a smile when she looked up at them suspiciously. She turned back to Neville when she realised she wasn't going to get any answers.
'That's it I'm going to look for him', Ginny finally said frustrated.
She started to stand up but Harry put his hand on her shoulder and whispered, 'I'll do it. You stay here and keep Hermione distracted. I don't think she knows that Ron's still angry with her for not coming to the Burrow'.
Ginny stared at him.
He flushed a little as he realised he was still holding on to Ginny's shoulder.
'So. . . I'll be back in a few', Harry finally as he took his hand off her shoulder and stood up.
She nodded.
'Harry, where are you going?' Hermione looked up from her conversation, still looking a bit wary.
'Oh. . . Um. . . just going to the loo', he uttered and rushed off down the hall.
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Harry could only hope that his confrontation with Ron was as easy as going to the bathroom. Turns out, he was half right.
As he neared the end of the hallway, Harry heard a faint but familiar voice cracking a joke.
'And the man said "mate that was my cow your talking 'bout"'
Loud laughter filled his ears as Harry opened the door to the compartment.
'Harry, mate. Nice to grace us with your presence', Seamus greeted him with a big smile.
'Hi guys, how are you all doing? Well. . . sorry to rush off like this, but I just came by to borrow your star performer. I need a word with him', he said quite hastily, trying to avoid any further conversation.
He led Ron out of the cabin and into the serene hallway.
'What's up mate? You just ruined the second part of my joke', Ron said clapping Harry on the back quite vigorously.
'Look Ron, why don't you stop being a git and talk to Hermione', Harry said, rubbing his shoulder, trying to be as direct as possible.
Ron, having been taken aback by this statement stared at him for a few seconds, and then smiled.
'Harry, I know you're just trying to be a best friend and everything but there's plenty of time to talk to Hermione when we're back at school. As for now though', he paused 'I think its time we get into our school robes. Looks like we're nearly there', Ron made for their compartment but then stopped abruptly.
'Um. . . Harry, any chance you could sneak into the compartment and grab me my robes?' Ron added with a smile.
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Harry's point of view
The ride to front doors was silent enough, which was really weird. Well, not really. Of course Ron still wasn't talking and I guess Hermione had figured out something was wrong because she hadn't said a word either.
As we approached the gates and jumped out of the carriage (those thestrals still give me the creeps but I guess they were better than I had first though) the face I was dreading to see emerged from the oak front doors.
His timing is so precise it's alarming.
'Potty and Weasel has finally arrived', announced the white pointy-faced boy in front of me, still flanked by his overgrown cronies Crabbe and Goyle. He turned to Ron, 'actually, you know Weasley, I though you wouldn't be at school this year, what with your dad being in that "accident" and all. How your family can afford to keep you in school is a mystery to me. Your father was away from work for so long I heard they actually replaced him with a troll. Of course, I happen to think that they should've kept the troll instead'.
Ron surprisingly remained quiet staring at the ground, though his face crunched up and his ears turned bright red.
'Be quiet Malfoy. You should wipe that proud tone out of your voice. You of all people should know why, seeing as though you know a lot of what happened last year', Hermione stated. I could tell she was annoyed. Really annoyed.
Malfoy's smile vanished instantly, looking at hermione with loathing. I thought he was going to back away, but then that familiar evil grin started spreading across his face.
'Of course I do. That's why you should be cautious Granger. I'm sure Potter and Weasley won't like to see anything terrible happen to you, though, I cant say the same for myself'.
That's the last straw, I thought. Taking about Hermione like that and joking about Mr. Weasley's accident, 'why I otta. . .' but somebody got to him before me.
'Look ferret, its one thing mocking and insulting me and Harry, but its another taking about Hermoine like that', Ron spat out as he rushed up to Malfoy and pinned him on the now closed double doors.
Yeah, you tell him Ron. . . I thought. Oh, hold on, did he just say what I though he said? Hey! If you're going to say something so inconsiderate don't include me in it. Next time I need my ego boosted I definitely won't come to you.
Small crowds of kids were now crowding around the front steps trying to see what the whole commotion was about.
Realising that the teachers might be wondering why there is a lull in the arrival of the students in the great hall, I made to pry Ron off Malfoy when suddenly, the door flew open and a professor with long black hair tied in a tight bun and pursed lips burst outside. Malfoy, who was still held against the door by Ron, fell backwards with a thud and landed right on professor McGonigall's feet.
'Hmph!' she managed to exclaim. 'Now, ignoring the thumping sensation in both my feet I would like to ask all of you to please file quickly towards the great hall this instant', I could tell she was trying very hard not to jinx us all to high heaven 'and Mr. Malfoy, if you don't mind, kindly get off my feet thank you!'
Malfoy got up still a bit shaken, rubbing his backside and complaining all the while. He glanced back at us as Crabbe and Goyle again took their place on either side.
Ron, meanwhile, had calmed down a bit, owing to the fact I guess, of professor Mcgonigall being there. He nevertheless, eyed Malfoy menacingly.
'Now you four', continued professor Mcgonigall as the crowds of students started to disappear, 'I expected better of you. You're all sixth year students and should act like one. I will see you all in my office after dinner. Now inside', she said as she ushered us into the foyer. Malfoy gave a grunt of understanding then headed towards the great hall with Crabbe and Goyle.
We started to follow them after a few seconds but halfway there professor Mcgonnigal called out from the foot of the marble stair case, 'Mr. Weasley, please control your anger. As much as I would like to see Mr. Malfoy being punished I'm afraid its not your job to do so', she hesitated as if not wanting to say something but finally added 'not in front of others anyway', she gave them a feeble smile then proceeded to walk up the staircase to wait for the arrival of the first years.
I turned around to quickly make my way into the great hall and found Ron already by the door. He hastily passed the Hufflepuff table and took a seat between Dean and Seamus (who started to ask him questions I presume).
Hermione stood stunned, slowly turned, gave me a sideward glance as if asking me what the heck just happened, then walked hurriedly towards the Gryffindor table, sitting herself beside Ginny.
As I stopped in front of the great hall doors to examine the sight in front of me I couldn't help but feel that this year, the prospect of watching the progress (or in this case draw back) of Ron and Hermione's relationship would be much scarier than the thought of facing death eaters and their full powered master.
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