Chapter Two:

Harry headed to Kings Cross with a heavy heart.

"Harry! HARRY!"

It was Ron.

"Harry!" said Ron again, sounding breathless. "I got Distinction in everything apart from potions!"

"Well... Done..." said Harry dully. "Keener," he muttered under his breath.

"What was that?" asked Ron cheerfully.

"What about Hermione?" asked Harry.

"She got every owl she took, even potions! What about you?"

"I got a distinction in potions," said Harry proudly.

"Wow," said Ron in awe. "What about everything else?"

Harry ignored him.

Ron thought Harry had miss heard him and asked again.

"What-did-you-get-in-your-OWLs?" Ron asked slowly.

"I'm starving," said Harry enthusiastically, rubbing his tummy.

Lucky for Harry, Hermione came along.

"Harry!" she cried. "What did you get in your OWLs?"

Time for plan B...

Harry arranged his face into what he hoped was a furious look.

"JUST SHUT UP!" roared Harry, slipping into one of his common spaz attacks. "MY GOD FATHER JUST DIED! JUST SHUT UP!"

Ron blinked. "Ooh..." said Ron slowly. "Someone needs to take a chill pill, you bad mood dude."

"Ron!" shrieked Hermione. "Stop being so insensitive!"

"I WAS JUST GOING TO ASK YOU OUT!" roared Ron.

"FINE!" screamed Hermione.

"WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME?" yelled Ron.

"YES!" screamed Hermione.

"FINE!" screamed Ron.

"FINE!" screamed Hermione.

And they both walked off, which didn't quite have the same effect, as they both went in the same direction.

Harry sat, looking completely confused.

"Huh?"