"I really can't believe she'd do that JUST to make you jealous though," Ron said as they made their way towards Charms.
"Well, she did," Harry grumbled, clenching the strap of his bag in one hand and carrying the bag itself in his other arm.
It had been a horrid day so far. Drizzly and gray. Hermione hadn't made it any better with her most recent encounter with insanity. It was Harry who was walking down first from the third floor stairs when he saw Hermione making out with some Hufflepuff boy. It totally threw him off that he had dropped his bag and the whole lot spilled down the steps. His ink bottle had broken and completely drenched his Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts homework. Tonks said she expected more out of Harry and didn't give Harry the points. McGonagal was less lenient. She ended up assigning twice as much , saying he'd just been careless and didn't look to where he was going. If she wasn't his teacher and head of Gryffindor house, Harry could've screamed at her.
"Every bloody woman is going mad!" Harry exclaimed suddenly.
Ron laughed and led the way into the charms classroom, picking them a seat in the back," Barely realized that, mate?"
Harry set down his bag and simmered silently.
The class went by quickly, Harry throwing himself into learning the charm to make an object grow.
After the class was over, he found himself taking the same tact all day. Diving into his studies to put his mind off of Hermione and all her craziness. Soon this tact became the way of life for the rest of the week. His grades shot up drastically, becoming either the highest or second highest in each of his classes. Even Snape took notice of the change and actually made a compliment on it.But of course, nothing good ever lasts long.
"Harry POTTER!!"
Harry jumped, dropping the pile of books in his arms and scattering them along with rolls of parchment all over the floor. He looked up angrily at the person who screeched his name and saw Hermione, hands on hips, at the end of the hall.
"Oh bloody ell.." he muttered, bending down to gather up his things.
She marched up to him and stood hovering above him like a vulture. She glared down, moving her foot and stepping on the roll of parchment Harry had just reached out for," What's the meaning of this!?"
Harry looked up and saw her clutching some piece of paper," Uh, its paper. Probably comes from a tree?"
"NO you idiot! " She screamed, unfolding the paper and shoving it in his face.
Harry's patience was dwindling fast as he backed up from it and looked it over." Transfiguration grades...What?"
"LOOK who's at the top!" She bellowed.
Harry whipped his eyes up the list and couldn't help the grin spread across his face," I'M FIRST!?"
He snatched the parchment from her hands and looked it over. Yes, this was Professor McGonagal's handwriting and yes these were the grades." I'm first! YES!"
His rejoice ended abruptly as Hermione shoved him back against the wall, seething with anger.
"If this is your idea of getting back at me, you've got another thing coming Harry Potter!" She hissed furiously." I am the smartest person in school and I will get all the top marks. I've worked too hard and FAR too long to let some show-off like you suddenly come and grab MY glory!"
Harry flinched as she shoved him extra hard then stormed off. He slowly let his breath go shakily and raked his hair back.
//------------
"What'd I tell ya! VERY first year and what did I say?" Ron demanded, looking very proud." Right out of MY own mouth, what did I say? 'Mental that one, I'm tellin' ya'. Didn't I say it?"
Harry groaned, as did Ginny, Draco, Neville and Dean.
"YES, fine! Bloody 'ell, Weasel. Drop it," Draco growled, growing about as annoyed as the others were at Ron's constant reminder.
"That's all well and all, but. Its just odd how quickly she changed, isn't it? I mean, a few months ago her and I were best friends," Ginny commented as she scribbled down her homework.
Harry leaned back in his comfy chair, crossing his arms and lifting his feet onto the armrest of Ron's chair," Hermione's changed ALOT. Ever since summer, I could tell. And it just wasn't her looks alone."
Ginny frowned and sighed. Ron grumbled as Harry's shoe bumped his elbow and caused him to streak a D . Harry smirked lightly and reached down to heave a huge book on his lap.
"Geez, become more like Hermione, didn't we?" Dean commented upon seeing the book.
Harry blushed," I guess...I don't know. Its all about monsters and demons. Really interesting stuff actually. They're all ancient and the most powerful."
Ginny leaned over and ran her finger down the binding," How come we didn't see it when we were checking during Christmas?"
Harry shrugged looking down at the musty old book," Guess we missed it. I picked it up after me, Ron and Draco were in the library. It was that day Ron forced me to be his Arithmancy tutor."
Ron scowled indignantly at him.
"Well, we would've seen it before then. We went down each aisle," Ginny added on.
Harry shrugged again," Either way, I read it front to back. Really amazing stuff, I'm telling you."
"Oh! That reminds me!" Draco blurted out and reached into his robe's pocket and pulled out a long, elegant silver chain. He reached over and handed it to Harry." To wear your frog on."
"Frog? Since when did you get a frog?" Neville asked excitedly. Neville was the only owner of a frog left. His one, Trevor, kept escaping for some reason.
Harry smiled and pulled the jeweled frog out of his pocket. All four gasped..
"Where'd you get that? Its GORGEOUS!" Ginny exclaimed, taking it from Harry's hand.
"Found it in the Forbidden Forest. Just lying there ,so, I kept it," Harry replied.
"What were you doing in the Forbidden Forest?" Ron questioned, taking the frog in turn from Ginny.
"Well, me and Draco went there that day...well...you and me had that fight," Harry answered awkwardly.
Ron only nodded and handed the frog back over. Harry took it and slide the slender chain through a small hole at the top, then slid it over his head. The chain was just long enough to have it loosely fall on his chest. Harry thanked Draco and admired the frog a little while longer.
"It IS quite remarkable though," Dean commented.
"Yeah, different jewels all over it." Neville responded.
They went on admiring the little frog and continued their homework. Well, the other five continued their homework, Harry watched since his was long done. Before long, however, they all nodded off to sleep. Harry looked round the room, now very glad Ginny suggested they study in the Room of Requirement as opposed to the VERY noisy common room and all its people packed in there due to the lousy weather. Harry leaned back in his chair and yawned sleepily, the room was quite warm and the faint drum of rain eventually lulled him to sleep.
//------------
He was running. But this time was different. He had a purpose. A specific way to go and he knew it very well. In no time at all he reached the edge of the woods. He looked down quickly and found the very light sandy patch. He walked on, following each patch on and on. He stopped abruptly, hearing screams coming from all around him. But that wasn't what made him stop. There, on the dark earth, was a distinct sand path leading straight into the darkness. He hesitated, apprehensive of venturing so deep. But the screams beckoned him, and for the first time, he heard himself call out in an oddly deep voice," I'M COMING!"
Harry gasped and jolted awake. His jerk was so sudden and rash he slipped out of his chair and thudded on the floor. This only woke Draco, who had been sitting on Harry's other side and who's foot got bumped by Harry's chair.
Frowning, he looked down groggily at Harry on the floor," Mm...What're you doing down there?"
Harry reached up and rubbed his throbbing scar, face contorted in confusion and pain," Plotting with the rug mites to take over Canada."
Draco nodded sleepily and slumped back into his chair, nodding off once more.
Harry pushed himself up and bent his knees. He leaned forward on them and gripped his hair. At this, he barely realized he was sweating madly and shaking just as bad. He drew in a ragged breath and pushed his hair from his forehead," What's happening to me?"
At finding no response except the soft snort from Neville, Harry gritted his trembling teeth and felt his eyes sting. He roughly pushed himself to his feet and quietly hurried out of the room. Once out in the empty hall, he sprinted. Tears were cascading down his face by the time he reached the staircase. Why was he crying? Why was his heart hurting so badly? Why did he feel like he was a completely different person? WHY!?
Harry tore down the stairs, taking them three at a time, and leapt onto the floor. He then resumed sprinting and minutes later, found himself in the Gryffindor common room. It wasn't empty, even at this time of night. Students were still cramming and some were asleep, like his friends he left in the Room of Requirement. He dashed up the stairs tot he boy's dormitories and burst into his room. Luckily, Seamus wasn't there, probably 1 of the sleeping Gryffindors downstairs. Harry hurried to his closet, threw open the door and yanked out his cloak and Firebolt. If brooms had voices, the Firebolt's would be yelling at him for waking it up so rudely. It quivered in his hand angrily as Harry walked over to the large windows. He pushed them open to a horrible thunder storm, lightning streaking the sky. Harry licked his lips, tasting his tears on them and used Ron's trunk to climb up onto the window sill.
He had to get away. He just had to. Anywhere, it didn't matter. He couldn't stay here any longer...He was going mad. Without hesitation, Harry mounted his broom and took off into the night.
The wind pounded him down hard as rain lashed his face painfully. His robes quickly become soaked as soon after, his skin began to stiffen with the bitter cold. But Harry didn't care, he actually preferred straight physical pain to the torment in his head and heart. He had to go faster, faster still. He HAD to escape this agony. Harry needed silence before he could figure out what was going on with him. So, he picked up speed, and before he knew it, he was soaring over the glistening lights of London.
"Well, she did," Harry grumbled, clenching the strap of his bag in one hand and carrying the bag itself in his other arm.
It had been a horrid day so far. Drizzly and gray. Hermione hadn't made it any better with her most recent encounter with insanity. It was Harry who was walking down first from the third floor stairs when he saw Hermione making out with some Hufflepuff boy. It totally threw him off that he had dropped his bag and the whole lot spilled down the steps. His ink bottle had broken and completely drenched his Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts homework. Tonks said she expected more out of Harry and didn't give Harry the points. McGonagal was less lenient. She ended up assigning twice as much , saying he'd just been careless and didn't look to where he was going. If she wasn't his teacher and head of Gryffindor house, Harry could've screamed at her.
"Every bloody woman is going mad!" Harry exclaimed suddenly.
Ron laughed and led the way into the charms classroom, picking them a seat in the back," Barely realized that, mate?"
Harry set down his bag and simmered silently.
The class went by quickly, Harry throwing himself into learning the charm to make an object grow.
After the class was over, he found himself taking the same tact all day. Diving into his studies to put his mind off of Hermione and all her craziness. Soon this tact became the way of life for the rest of the week. His grades shot up drastically, becoming either the highest or second highest in each of his classes. Even Snape took notice of the change and actually made a compliment on it.But of course, nothing good ever lasts long.
"Harry POTTER!!"
Harry jumped, dropping the pile of books in his arms and scattering them along with rolls of parchment all over the floor. He looked up angrily at the person who screeched his name and saw Hermione, hands on hips, at the end of the hall.
"Oh bloody ell.." he muttered, bending down to gather up his things.
She marched up to him and stood hovering above him like a vulture. She glared down, moving her foot and stepping on the roll of parchment Harry had just reached out for," What's the meaning of this!?"
Harry looked up and saw her clutching some piece of paper," Uh, its paper. Probably comes from a tree?"
"NO you idiot! " She screamed, unfolding the paper and shoving it in his face.
Harry's patience was dwindling fast as he backed up from it and looked it over." Transfiguration grades...What?"
"LOOK who's at the top!" She bellowed.
Harry whipped his eyes up the list and couldn't help the grin spread across his face," I'M FIRST!?"
He snatched the parchment from her hands and looked it over. Yes, this was Professor McGonagal's handwriting and yes these were the grades." I'm first! YES!"
His rejoice ended abruptly as Hermione shoved him back against the wall, seething with anger.
"If this is your idea of getting back at me, you've got another thing coming Harry Potter!" She hissed furiously." I am the smartest person in school and I will get all the top marks. I've worked too hard and FAR too long to let some show-off like you suddenly come and grab MY glory!"
Harry flinched as she shoved him extra hard then stormed off. He slowly let his breath go shakily and raked his hair back.
//------------
"What'd I tell ya! VERY first year and what did I say?" Ron demanded, looking very proud." Right out of MY own mouth, what did I say? 'Mental that one, I'm tellin' ya'. Didn't I say it?"
Harry groaned, as did Ginny, Draco, Neville and Dean.
"YES, fine! Bloody 'ell, Weasel. Drop it," Draco growled, growing about as annoyed as the others were at Ron's constant reminder.
"That's all well and all, but. Its just odd how quickly she changed, isn't it? I mean, a few months ago her and I were best friends," Ginny commented as she scribbled down her homework.
Harry leaned back in his comfy chair, crossing his arms and lifting his feet onto the armrest of Ron's chair," Hermione's changed ALOT. Ever since summer, I could tell. And it just wasn't her looks alone."
Ginny frowned and sighed. Ron grumbled as Harry's shoe bumped his elbow and caused him to streak a D . Harry smirked lightly and reached down to heave a huge book on his lap.
"Geez, become more like Hermione, didn't we?" Dean commented upon seeing the book.
Harry blushed," I guess...I don't know. Its all about monsters and demons. Really interesting stuff actually. They're all ancient and the most powerful."
Ginny leaned over and ran her finger down the binding," How come we didn't see it when we were checking during Christmas?"
Harry shrugged looking down at the musty old book," Guess we missed it. I picked it up after me, Ron and Draco were in the library. It was that day Ron forced me to be his Arithmancy tutor."
Ron scowled indignantly at him.
"Well, we would've seen it before then. We went down each aisle," Ginny added on.
Harry shrugged again," Either way, I read it front to back. Really amazing stuff, I'm telling you."
"Oh! That reminds me!" Draco blurted out and reached into his robe's pocket and pulled out a long, elegant silver chain. He reached over and handed it to Harry." To wear your frog on."
"Frog? Since when did you get a frog?" Neville asked excitedly. Neville was the only owner of a frog left. His one, Trevor, kept escaping for some reason.
Harry smiled and pulled the jeweled frog out of his pocket. All four gasped..
"Where'd you get that? Its GORGEOUS!" Ginny exclaimed, taking it from Harry's hand.
"Found it in the Forbidden Forest. Just lying there ,so, I kept it," Harry replied.
"What were you doing in the Forbidden Forest?" Ron questioned, taking the frog in turn from Ginny.
"Well, me and Draco went there that day...well...you and me had that fight," Harry answered awkwardly.
Ron only nodded and handed the frog back over. Harry took it and slide the slender chain through a small hole at the top, then slid it over his head. The chain was just long enough to have it loosely fall on his chest. Harry thanked Draco and admired the frog a little while longer.
"It IS quite remarkable though," Dean commented.
"Yeah, different jewels all over it." Neville responded.
They went on admiring the little frog and continued their homework. Well, the other five continued their homework, Harry watched since his was long done. Before long, however, they all nodded off to sleep. Harry looked round the room, now very glad Ginny suggested they study in the Room of Requirement as opposed to the VERY noisy common room and all its people packed in there due to the lousy weather. Harry leaned back in his chair and yawned sleepily, the room was quite warm and the faint drum of rain eventually lulled him to sleep.
//------------
He was running. But this time was different. He had a purpose. A specific way to go and he knew it very well. In no time at all he reached the edge of the woods. He looked down quickly and found the very light sandy patch. He walked on, following each patch on and on. He stopped abruptly, hearing screams coming from all around him. But that wasn't what made him stop. There, on the dark earth, was a distinct sand path leading straight into the darkness. He hesitated, apprehensive of venturing so deep. But the screams beckoned him, and for the first time, he heard himself call out in an oddly deep voice," I'M COMING!"
Harry gasped and jolted awake. His jerk was so sudden and rash he slipped out of his chair and thudded on the floor. This only woke Draco, who had been sitting on Harry's other side and who's foot got bumped by Harry's chair.
Frowning, he looked down groggily at Harry on the floor," Mm...What're you doing down there?"
Harry reached up and rubbed his throbbing scar, face contorted in confusion and pain," Plotting with the rug mites to take over Canada."
Draco nodded sleepily and slumped back into his chair, nodding off once more.
Harry pushed himself up and bent his knees. He leaned forward on them and gripped his hair. At this, he barely realized he was sweating madly and shaking just as bad. He drew in a ragged breath and pushed his hair from his forehead," What's happening to me?"
At finding no response except the soft snort from Neville, Harry gritted his trembling teeth and felt his eyes sting. He roughly pushed himself to his feet and quietly hurried out of the room. Once out in the empty hall, he sprinted. Tears were cascading down his face by the time he reached the staircase. Why was he crying? Why was his heart hurting so badly? Why did he feel like he was a completely different person? WHY!?
Harry tore down the stairs, taking them three at a time, and leapt onto the floor. He then resumed sprinting and minutes later, found himself in the Gryffindor common room. It wasn't empty, even at this time of night. Students were still cramming and some were asleep, like his friends he left in the Room of Requirement. He dashed up the stairs tot he boy's dormitories and burst into his room. Luckily, Seamus wasn't there, probably 1 of the sleeping Gryffindors downstairs. Harry hurried to his closet, threw open the door and yanked out his cloak and Firebolt. If brooms had voices, the Firebolt's would be yelling at him for waking it up so rudely. It quivered in his hand angrily as Harry walked over to the large windows. He pushed them open to a horrible thunder storm, lightning streaking the sky. Harry licked his lips, tasting his tears on them and used Ron's trunk to climb up onto the window sill.
He had to get away. He just had to. Anywhere, it didn't matter. He couldn't stay here any longer...He was going mad. Without hesitation, Harry mounted his broom and took off into the night.
The wind pounded him down hard as rain lashed his face painfully. His robes quickly become soaked as soon after, his skin began to stiffen with the bitter cold. But Harry didn't care, he actually preferred straight physical pain to the torment in his head and heart. He had to go faster, faster still. He HAD to escape this agony. Harry needed silence before he could figure out what was going on with him. So, he picked up speed, and before he knew it, he was soaring over the glistening lights of London.