Disclaimer: Me don't own anybody or anything. Me poor as dirt. P.S. I do
not miss Bart at all! P.P.S. I don't even own Bart! ( I also don't own the
'true love spell'. It's from Sabrina the Teenage Witch.
Chapter 4: Fighting over Hermione
"Well, who are you going to choose?" Harry said.
"Yea, come on then, you've got to choose somebody!" Ron exclaimed.
"Well, you have to give me a little time to think it over! This is so sudden. Just a day ago I had no one to go with and now I have three choices!"
"Whatever you choose," Harry began. "Please don't go with Malfoy!!!! Please!!!!!"
"All right, all right, don't beg, you look like a dog."
Ron hung back as they talked. He knew she would choose Harry. He had the scar, and the tragic past, and the popularity. He was just a Weasley. He was a poor, red-haired kid who didn't have a chance with a girl like Hermione.
With only one week until the ball, Hermione knew she had to choose, or at least do something! So, she looked into her Potions book and found the "True Love Spell". This would help her decide. So, she brewed it up that night. It would only be a matter of time now.
The next day Hermione was wondering why nothing had happened when suddenly, Harry and Ron burst into the common room, wands raised.
"If you can't choose, Hermione," Ron announced. "Then we'll have to battle for your love."
"Whoever is still alive, you take to the ball." Harry said.
"No! This must be the potion!!"
After lots of dueling and disarming and attempts to kill each other, they stood back to back and took ten paces. Ron turned around, he thought of how much he hated Harry now, and how much he wanted to go with Hermione, and a stream of silver lightening shot out of his wand at Harry. Then he saw Harry hadn't turned around to fight. The bolt of lightening hit him square in the back. He fell to the floor and Ron and Hermione rushed to his side. Harry was unconscious and they floated him to the hospital wing.
As they sat by Harry's bedside, Ron wondered why Harry hadn't fought back. Madam Pomfrey was doing everything she could. She was hoping he could still play in the Quidditch game in two days. She had bet on Gryffindor.
"These Quidditch players are always the daring type. Why did I have to bet this time? And why 100 galleons????? Oh Lord, I hope I can make him better."
"He'll be alright Ron, don't feel guilty."
"I didn't know that he wasn't gonna' turn around! I wouldn't have attacked him!"
In the next few days, they kept coming to visit him and he finally woke up two days to the ball.
"Well, seeing as I missed the Quidditch game," from the back room they heard Madam Pomfrey sobbing and counting out her money. "I probably won't go to the ball either. Go with Ron, Hermione."
"No," said Ron. "I wouldn't have won it fair and square."
"Well, I don't know if it's going to be too fair," Hermione muttered. "I just hope the potion can help me choose."
A/N: well, the plot thickens. I hope she can choose before the ball!!! ( Review, review, review!!!!!!!! ( ( ( (
Chapter 4: Fighting over Hermione
"Well, who are you going to choose?" Harry said.
"Yea, come on then, you've got to choose somebody!" Ron exclaimed.
"Well, you have to give me a little time to think it over! This is so sudden. Just a day ago I had no one to go with and now I have three choices!"
"Whatever you choose," Harry began. "Please don't go with Malfoy!!!! Please!!!!!"
"All right, all right, don't beg, you look like a dog."
Ron hung back as they talked. He knew she would choose Harry. He had the scar, and the tragic past, and the popularity. He was just a Weasley. He was a poor, red-haired kid who didn't have a chance with a girl like Hermione.
With only one week until the ball, Hermione knew she had to choose, or at least do something! So, she looked into her Potions book and found the "True Love Spell". This would help her decide. So, she brewed it up that night. It would only be a matter of time now.
The next day Hermione was wondering why nothing had happened when suddenly, Harry and Ron burst into the common room, wands raised.
"If you can't choose, Hermione," Ron announced. "Then we'll have to battle for your love."
"Whoever is still alive, you take to the ball." Harry said.
"No! This must be the potion!!"
After lots of dueling and disarming and attempts to kill each other, they stood back to back and took ten paces. Ron turned around, he thought of how much he hated Harry now, and how much he wanted to go with Hermione, and a stream of silver lightening shot out of his wand at Harry. Then he saw Harry hadn't turned around to fight. The bolt of lightening hit him square in the back. He fell to the floor and Ron and Hermione rushed to his side. Harry was unconscious and they floated him to the hospital wing.
As they sat by Harry's bedside, Ron wondered why Harry hadn't fought back. Madam Pomfrey was doing everything she could. She was hoping he could still play in the Quidditch game in two days. She had bet on Gryffindor.
"These Quidditch players are always the daring type. Why did I have to bet this time? And why 100 galleons????? Oh Lord, I hope I can make him better."
"He'll be alright Ron, don't feel guilty."
"I didn't know that he wasn't gonna' turn around! I wouldn't have attacked him!"
In the next few days, they kept coming to visit him and he finally woke up two days to the ball.
"Well, seeing as I missed the Quidditch game," from the back room they heard Madam Pomfrey sobbing and counting out her money. "I probably won't go to the ball either. Go with Ron, Hermione."
"No," said Ron. "I wouldn't have won it fair and square."
"Well, I don't know if it's going to be too fair," Hermione muttered. "I just hope the potion can help me choose."
A/N: well, the plot thickens. I hope she can choose before the ball!!! ( Review, review, review!!!!!!!! ( ( ( (