"I can't believe that I'm doing this," Hermione muttered. The girl has no
backbone. We're only sneaking into the boy's dorm. She can tell the world
that Harry's my boyfriend, but she can't even go into the boys' dorm. I'd
go back in time right now, if it weren't for the fact that I promised. Damn
it!
"Let's go in," I whispered.
"No! you go in!" she's panicking now.
"Snap out of it!" I push open the door to the boys' dormitory. Hermione and I let our jaws drop-the floor is completely hidden by masses of clothes! And it's only what? The first day?
"Holy crap!" I hiss. "Which one is Harry in?"
"My guess is that one by the window-it's the cleanest. Or it could be Remus'." We walk over the clothes, trying desperately not to step on any undergarments.
"Okay-I'll open the curtains a bit, but you'll have to tell me if it's Harry or James." I open the curtains a tiny bit and look inside. It's definitely a Potter. Hermione takes a peek.
"I'm pretty sure that's Harry."
"Good. I'll go find Ron. Whichever one he's in." I let Hermione wake Harry up and go over to the next bed over, which I'm pretty sure is Ron's, by the way a long leg is dangling off the sides. I open the curtain a crack. There's a ton of red hair so it's Ron. I point my wand at him and silence him before waking him up. He's a fricken heavy sleeper! Finally, I had to enervate him. His eyes flicker open. I'm pretty sure that he was screaming, although you couldn't hear it. I roll my eyes before dragging him out of bed. I could see Harry and Hermione standing up, Harry hissing at Hermione every few seconds. I had to stifle a laugh-his hair's bad enough when he attempts to comb it, but jeez! Bed head makes him look like he touched a static electricity ball at a science centre or something! We walked out of the disgusting dorm real quietly. Thank God that boys are heavy sleepers!
"Why'd ya drag us out of bed?" Ron whined.
"Well we need to talk," said Hermione simply. She led the others outside of the common room and into the corridors. Nobody spoke a word, for fear of being caught by Filch. The corridors were eerie when they were so empty, but it wasn't as if the 'Golden Trio' hadn't been out like that before. They went up the stairs and down several corridors, until Hermione stopped in front of a door. She opened it and everybody went in.
Frieda looked around her. The room looked quite comfy-there were large beanbag cushions, a nice warm fire, a furry rug, and a small table with cups of hot cocoa and biscuits. Frieda jumped into the nearest cushion and grabbed a blue mug.
"So, care to enlighten us about this whole thing?" asked Harry curiously. He was slightly annoyed that the two girls had woken him up out of bed at such an ungodly hour.
"Right. Erm, well..."
"Yes Hermione-do tell," insisted Frieda in an Umbridge like manner. Harry and Ron gagged.
"Erm, well, Harry? Your mom thinks you're hot." Harry and Ron dropped their jaws, Ron recovering quickly to howl with laughter. Harry blinked.
"What?!"
"Er, yeah, so um... She wanted to go out with you and..."
"The idiot told her that we were going out," Frieda finished, giving Hermione a death glare. Hermione looked scandalized. Nobody in her entire life had called her an idiot! She'd heard of course smarty-pants, know-it- all, nerd... The list could go on, but never an idiot! Harry gave Hermione an identical glare. Ron stopped laughing.
"Come on mate," he said slowly, "you don't really want to kill her-and it really was for the best... Otherwise, you know-you'd, well, you'd get the stuffing knocked out of you by the Marauders, and Sc-Pettigrew included, PLUS you'd have to go out with your mom!"
"So?! She could have told her that he went out with a muggle or something!" Frieda snapped. "And now we have to do all the holding hands stuff and crap like that! And I can't do that! I MAKE FUN OF people who do that, and now I have to do it! And with HIM no less!" Hermione laughed nervously.
"Yes, so um, let's move on, shall we? I'm not sure about the Marauder's map- do they still have it? Because if they do, well we'll have to tell Dumbledore," said Hermione quickly, changing the subject. Harry blinked.
"Well I don't know if they still have it. One of us is going to have to land a detention with Filch, and check. I propose that Hermione do it," Harry announced. Hermione looked horrified, and Frieda looked joyous.
"Oh, excellent idea Potter! Yes, I say Hermione gets the detention. You in Ron?"
"What? Yeah, it'll be worth it."
"Traitor," Hermione mumbled. "Alright-I'll do it. But you have to do that whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing. And I mean it-no breaking up either! From what I've seen, I'd say that your dad's pretty popular around here, and you looking exactly like him... The girls around here will find exactly what they want if you two 'break up.'" Harry and Frieda shuddered.
"Yeah, well we wouldn't have gotten into this mess if... Well whatever," said Frieda.
"You're going to have to kiss in public," Ron taunted. Harry gave him a look that clearly stated that he'd deal with him later. Frieda froze.
"Kiss? I can't kiss! And I wouldn't want him doing it with me first, either!"
"You're 17 and you never kissed before?" said Ron incredulously.
"Well some of us don't go around snogging every asshole that comes up asking for it! And I doubt that you've ever done it either." Hermione looked worried.
"But you're going to have to do it if you want it to be convincing..."
"How am I supposed to do something like that?!"
"And don't forget me!" Harry added crossly. He did not find the idea of kissing Frieda pleasant. Just thinking about it made him shiver.
"Well you're going to have to learn," said Hermione stubbornly. "Harry- you've done it once before with Cho right? Well it's like the same thing!"
"No it isn't-Harry LIKED Cho," said Ron.
"Yeah-and that was different too. She was crying and all, and it was a spur of the moment thing, so I don't remember a thing about it, and I don't want to remember."
"You three are impossible!" Hermione screeched. "I swear it Harry-it's like you WANT to go out with your mother!" Harry looked at her as if she were a sick mental patient.
"Have you gone crackers? I don't even want to TOUCH my mom! Let alone kiss her!"
"Do it Harry, or I'll make you," Hermione said threateningly.
"And how are you going to do that?" Frieda asked angrily. Ron watched this scene in amusement. Hermione could be really quite intimidating at times.
"1-I won't help you in any thing that you do."
"Good-we'll study," Harry said irritably.
"2," said Hermione ignoring him completely, "I'll tell your mom you two broke up, leaving you and her to some 'private time.'" Ron sniggered. "3-if you don't do it, I WILL tell the Marauder's that you like her, letting you and them to get 'better acquainted' if you will. 4-if you don't do it, I'll do the imperius on you two."
"You wouldn't!" exclaimed the others, rounding on her.
"Oh, I would," she replied quite nastily. Frieda looked just about as ready to kill as Harry. Ron looked miserable at the thought of having to take notes.
"Alright, ALRIGHT!" Frieda finally shouted cantankerously, jaw clenched. Harry's hands were itching to entwine them around one of his best friend's necks.
"Fine," he muttered angrily. "Fine, just fanfrickentastic!" he said with false enthusiasm. Hermione smiled, smoothening down her shirt. She seemed quite unaware of her friend's anger.
"Right. Well just get up nice and close." Ron snorted. Harry and Frieda shot him glares bade of ice. Hermione tutted.
"You're not helping Ron. Okay, this isn't working-Frieda, you must unclench your jaw for this to work. Harry, stop twitching like you're going to kill me. I know you won't do it. Right, so now get up in front of each other. Frieda-look at Harry."
"I don't want to."
"Look at him!"
"No!"
"Just do it," Hermione said, in an oddly sweet voice. Frieda scowled before looking into Harry's angry eyes.
"Great-was that so hard?"
"Don't push your luck," Harry snarled. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Alright then! No need to get touchy. Great, you're doing perfectly. Now put your arms around her Harry."
"He's not touching me like that!" Frieda shrieked hysterically. "If we have to do this, can't it just happen without any other contact?!"
"No," said Hermione stubbornly. Harry clutched his pants. Hermione stalked over and wrenched his hands apart and forcing them around Frieda.
"There. Now you put your hands on his shoulders kind of." Frieda would make this as hard as possible. Ron yawned.
"Just do it-I want to go back to bed."
"Shut up Ron," snapped Hermione. She reached over and put Frieda's unwilling hands around Harry's neck/shoulder area.
"This isn't comfortable," she complained loudly.
"I don't care-you better do this unless you want a lot of trouble your way. Jeez! Now then, all you have to do is tilt your head sort of and you know the rest!"
"Argh! You're driving me up the wall!" Harry growled.
"Just do it, Harry. That is unless you don't want to be born." Ron let out a loud snore. "Hurry up! I can't believe that it's taking you two 10 minutes just to get into position! Just put your damn lips together!" Hermione had her wand raised threateningly now.
"I can't believe I'm being forced into my first kiss," Frieda muttered. Hermione was now starting up on a spell. "Eep!" Frieda in a state of panic pushed her face into Harry's, not wanting to be hexed into the oblivion. After about one second, they quickly pulled apart, wiping their mouths against their sleeves.
"I can't believe that I just did that," Frieda said angrily. "It's like 2:00 in the morning, and I'm here having kissing lessons by you! The person who made all this crap happen! I swear Hermione, when we get back into our proper time, I'll knock you silly!" Frieda washed her mouth with the hot cocoa that had now cooled down considerably.
Once back in the common room, Harry gave Hermione a few more warning threats before disappearing off with Ron. Frieda yawned before stalking off into their own dormitory. Hermione followed her in.
"So how was it?" Frieda grinned. She was going to mess around with Hermione for a few seconds.
"Do you really want to know the truth?"
"Yep!"
"Hmm... well I'm not sure how to describe it. Um, well, er, how about I hated it?!" Frieda flashed Hermione an evil smile before disappearing behind the curtains of her four poster bed.
"Let's go in," I whispered.
"No! you go in!" she's panicking now.
"Snap out of it!" I push open the door to the boys' dormitory. Hermione and I let our jaws drop-the floor is completely hidden by masses of clothes! And it's only what? The first day?
"Holy crap!" I hiss. "Which one is Harry in?"
"My guess is that one by the window-it's the cleanest. Or it could be Remus'." We walk over the clothes, trying desperately not to step on any undergarments.
"Okay-I'll open the curtains a bit, but you'll have to tell me if it's Harry or James." I open the curtains a tiny bit and look inside. It's definitely a Potter. Hermione takes a peek.
"I'm pretty sure that's Harry."
"Good. I'll go find Ron. Whichever one he's in." I let Hermione wake Harry up and go over to the next bed over, which I'm pretty sure is Ron's, by the way a long leg is dangling off the sides. I open the curtain a crack. There's a ton of red hair so it's Ron. I point my wand at him and silence him before waking him up. He's a fricken heavy sleeper! Finally, I had to enervate him. His eyes flicker open. I'm pretty sure that he was screaming, although you couldn't hear it. I roll my eyes before dragging him out of bed. I could see Harry and Hermione standing up, Harry hissing at Hermione every few seconds. I had to stifle a laugh-his hair's bad enough when he attempts to comb it, but jeez! Bed head makes him look like he touched a static electricity ball at a science centre or something! We walked out of the disgusting dorm real quietly. Thank God that boys are heavy sleepers!
"Why'd ya drag us out of bed?" Ron whined.
"Well we need to talk," said Hermione simply. She led the others outside of the common room and into the corridors. Nobody spoke a word, for fear of being caught by Filch. The corridors were eerie when they were so empty, but it wasn't as if the 'Golden Trio' hadn't been out like that before. They went up the stairs and down several corridors, until Hermione stopped in front of a door. She opened it and everybody went in.
Frieda looked around her. The room looked quite comfy-there were large beanbag cushions, a nice warm fire, a furry rug, and a small table with cups of hot cocoa and biscuits. Frieda jumped into the nearest cushion and grabbed a blue mug.
"So, care to enlighten us about this whole thing?" asked Harry curiously. He was slightly annoyed that the two girls had woken him up out of bed at such an ungodly hour.
"Right. Erm, well..."
"Yes Hermione-do tell," insisted Frieda in an Umbridge like manner. Harry and Ron gagged.
"Erm, well, Harry? Your mom thinks you're hot." Harry and Ron dropped their jaws, Ron recovering quickly to howl with laughter. Harry blinked.
"What?!"
"Er, yeah, so um... She wanted to go out with you and..."
"The idiot told her that we were going out," Frieda finished, giving Hermione a death glare. Hermione looked scandalized. Nobody in her entire life had called her an idiot! She'd heard of course smarty-pants, know-it- all, nerd... The list could go on, but never an idiot! Harry gave Hermione an identical glare. Ron stopped laughing.
"Come on mate," he said slowly, "you don't really want to kill her-and it really was for the best... Otherwise, you know-you'd, well, you'd get the stuffing knocked out of you by the Marauders, and Sc-Pettigrew included, PLUS you'd have to go out with your mom!"
"So?! She could have told her that he went out with a muggle or something!" Frieda snapped. "And now we have to do all the holding hands stuff and crap like that! And I can't do that! I MAKE FUN OF people who do that, and now I have to do it! And with HIM no less!" Hermione laughed nervously.
"Yes, so um, let's move on, shall we? I'm not sure about the Marauder's map- do they still have it? Because if they do, well we'll have to tell Dumbledore," said Hermione quickly, changing the subject. Harry blinked.
"Well I don't know if they still have it. One of us is going to have to land a detention with Filch, and check. I propose that Hermione do it," Harry announced. Hermione looked horrified, and Frieda looked joyous.
"Oh, excellent idea Potter! Yes, I say Hermione gets the detention. You in Ron?"
"What? Yeah, it'll be worth it."
"Traitor," Hermione mumbled. "Alright-I'll do it. But you have to do that whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing. And I mean it-no breaking up either! From what I've seen, I'd say that your dad's pretty popular around here, and you looking exactly like him... The girls around here will find exactly what they want if you two 'break up.'" Harry and Frieda shuddered.
"Yeah, well we wouldn't have gotten into this mess if... Well whatever," said Frieda.
"You're going to have to kiss in public," Ron taunted. Harry gave him a look that clearly stated that he'd deal with him later. Frieda froze.
"Kiss? I can't kiss! And I wouldn't want him doing it with me first, either!"
"You're 17 and you never kissed before?" said Ron incredulously.
"Well some of us don't go around snogging every asshole that comes up asking for it! And I doubt that you've ever done it either." Hermione looked worried.
"But you're going to have to do it if you want it to be convincing..."
"How am I supposed to do something like that?!"
"And don't forget me!" Harry added crossly. He did not find the idea of kissing Frieda pleasant. Just thinking about it made him shiver.
"Well you're going to have to learn," said Hermione stubbornly. "Harry- you've done it once before with Cho right? Well it's like the same thing!"
"No it isn't-Harry LIKED Cho," said Ron.
"Yeah-and that was different too. She was crying and all, and it was a spur of the moment thing, so I don't remember a thing about it, and I don't want to remember."
"You three are impossible!" Hermione screeched. "I swear it Harry-it's like you WANT to go out with your mother!" Harry looked at her as if she were a sick mental patient.
"Have you gone crackers? I don't even want to TOUCH my mom! Let alone kiss her!"
"Do it Harry, or I'll make you," Hermione said threateningly.
"And how are you going to do that?" Frieda asked angrily. Ron watched this scene in amusement. Hermione could be really quite intimidating at times.
"1-I won't help you in any thing that you do."
"Good-we'll study," Harry said irritably.
"2," said Hermione ignoring him completely, "I'll tell your mom you two broke up, leaving you and her to some 'private time.'" Ron sniggered. "3-if you don't do it, I WILL tell the Marauder's that you like her, letting you and them to get 'better acquainted' if you will. 4-if you don't do it, I'll do the imperius on you two."
"You wouldn't!" exclaimed the others, rounding on her.
"Oh, I would," she replied quite nastily. Frieda looked just about as ready to kill as Harry. Ron looked miserable at the thought of having to take notes.
"Alright, ALRIGHT!" Frieda finally shouted cantankerously, jaw clenched. Harry's hands were itching to entwine them around one of his best friend's necks.
"Fine," he muttered angrily. "Fine, just fanfrickentastic!" he said with false enthusiasm. Hermione smiled, smoothening down her shirt. She seemed quite unaware of her friend's anger.
"Right. Well just get up nice and close." Ron snorted. Harry and Frieda shot him glares bade of ice. Hermione tutted.
"You're not helping Ron. Okay, this isn't working-Frieda, you must unclench your jaw for this to work. Harry, stop twitching like you're going to kill me. I know you won't do it. Right, so now get up in front of each other. Frieda-look at Harry."
"I don't want to."
"Look at him!"
"No!"
"Just do it," Hermione said, in an oddly sweet voice. Frieda scowled before looking into Harry's angry eyes.
"Great-was that so hard?"
"Don't push your luck," Harry snarled. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Alright then! No need to get touchy. Great, you're doing perfectly. Now put your arms around her Harry."
"He's not touching me like that!" Frieda shrieked hysterically. "If we have to do this, can't it just happen without any other contact?!"
"No," said Hermione stubbornly. Harry clutched his pants. Hermione stalked over and wrenched his hands apart and forcing them around Frieda.
"There. Now you put your hands on his shoulders kind of." Frieda would make this as hard as possible. Ron yawned.
"Just do it-I want to go back to bed."
"Shut up Ron," snapped Hermione. She reached over and put Frieda's unwilling hands around Harry's neck/shoulder area.
"This isn't comfortable," she complained loudly.
"I don't care-you better do this unless you want a lot of trouble your way. Jeez! Now then, all you have to do is tilt your head sort of and you know the rest!"
"Argh! You're driving me up the wall!" Harry growled.
"Just do it, Harry. That is unless you don't want to be born." Ron let out a loud snore. "Hurry up! I can't believe that it's taking you two 10 minutes just to get into position! Just put your damn lips together!" Hermione had her wand raised threateningly now.
"I can't believe I'm being forced into my first kiss," Frieda muttered. Hermione was now starting up on a spell. "Eep!" Frieda in a state of panic pushed her face into Harry's, not wanting to be hexed into the oblivion. After about one second, they quickly pulled apart, wiping their mouths against their sleeves.
"I can't believe that I just did that," Frieda said angrily. "It's like 2:00 in the morning, and I'm here having kissing lessons by you! The person who made all this crap happen! I swear Hermione, when we get back into our proper time, I'll knock you silly!" Frieda washed her mouth with the hot cocoa that had now cooled down considerably.
Once back in the common room, Harry gave Hermione a few more warning threats before disappearing off with Ron. Frieda yawned before stalking off into their own dormitory. Hermione followed her in.
"So how was it?" Frieda grinned. She was going to mess around with Hermione for a few seconds.
"Do you really want to know the truth?"
"Yep!"
"Hmm... well I'm not sure how to describe it. Um, well, er, how about I hated it?!" Frieda flashed Hermione an evil smile before disappearing behind the curtains of her four poster bed.