Disclaimer: see past chappies, I get tired of writing it over and over
It had been a little over one week since the trio had decided to let Blasie figure out what they already knew on his own. Harry was beginning to think that maybe Blasie had thought it to be some joke and not thought on the photo any more than that few moments in the hallway.
"Ron, honestly, you eat like a Hippogriff. Chew and swallow!" Hermione chided Ron as they all sat down for supper in the great hall.
"Sorry, Mione," he said after he swallowed the lump of food in his mouth.
"Did either of you work on your essay about dragon heartstring for Snape yet?" Hermione asked, neatly cutting her meat into pieces.
Harry and Ron exchanged nervous glances, then Harry cleared his throat.
"Well Mione, you know how we've been busy training for Quidditch and have had a lot of other stuff to do…" he trailed off, trying his best to give her a sad look. She sighed, and set down her fork and knife.
"I've told you that Quidditch is no excuse. I'm Head Girl this year and I'm sorry but I haven't the time to do all of your work for you. You've both got to put in a lot more this year if you want to get a good amount of NEWTs."
"We know," Ron sighed and shoved a roll into his mouth.
"Good. Now I need to go to the library, I'll se you later on. Oh and Harry," she looked closely at him and bit her bottom lip, "you might want to consider running into Blasie again. Just to see how things are moving with him." She gathered he books and left.
"Umm, Ron?" Harry asked a few moments later.
"Yeah?" Ron asked in return.
"What do you think of Hermione?" Harry asked quietly as he moved food around on his plate.
"What do I think of her? Well, sometimes she's a right lunatic. She's completely obsessed with her books and I wouldn't be surprised if she started sleeping in the library. But other than that, I'd say she's a down right great friend." He took a breath and looked back at Harry. "Why?"
"I was just… thinking," Harry replied, avoiding eye contact with his best mate.
Ron seemed to ponder this, then shrugged his shoulders and went back to eating anything he could reach.
"Blasie!" Harry called, running after the raven haired young man.
"Potter, what are you doing?" Blasie asked as Harry stopped in front of him, trying to catch his breath.
"I was-- just wondering--,"
"Potter, breathe," Blasie said, clapping Harry on the back.
"Right," he took a few deep breaths then continued on what he was saying. "I was just wondering if you had given anymore thought to that photo of mine."
Blasie looked as though he were going to make a rude comment, but then changed his mind. He looked around nervously for a second before answering.
"I sent a letter to my parents. My dad wrote back saying that he didn't know what to make of it. Said he'd talk to my mum about it later and not to worry about it."
"Oh," was all Harry managed to say. "Well, I'll keep on the look-out for you then."
"Sure, and Potter, you're in awful shape for a Seeker," and with that final insult, he turned and was back on his way.
"She's mental Harry, I'm tellin ya. I went to go ask her for help on that essay, you know? And she got all shirty with me and told me to leave. I think she's all bent over Mafloy and him being himself all the time," Ron rambled about Hermione as he and Harry sat in the Gryffindor common room, trying to finish their extensive amounts of homework.
"Well what did you expect him to do? Walk in their common room and ask her if she would like some tea and crumpets?" Harry replied. Ron sighed at this and set down his quill.
"No, its just… I'm worried what Malfoy might try on her. I mean, they're all alone in that common room and he's got all that Dark magic and such," Ron continued to ramble but Harry wasn't listening anymore.
He hadn't thought about it for a long while, but Ron was right. Hermione was alone with Malfoy a lot and she wasn't the little mousy girl she was before. She was definitely the brightest witch of her age, but when it came to brute strength, she wasn't hardly as qualified.
Harry stood suddenly, forgetting about his work and his rambling best friend. In a rush, he ran out of the Gryffindor common room and took a sharp right, racing to where Hermione had told him the Head common room was located. It was only 7 o'clock, he had plenty of time before he had to worry about Filch. He arrived at a painting of a snoozing lion on a rock just a few moments after he had left the common room. But a new problem dawned on him. Hermione may have told him where the common room was, but she had never uttered the password to him or Ron.
"No!" Harry cried, banging his fist on the wall beside the portrait door. The lion peeked one eye open and growled at Harry before falling back asleep. "Hey, hey, wake up!" he yelled at the lion.
Apparently the lion hadn't been in a very good mood before Harry arrived so his only reply was to lift up his large head a bare his giant teeth in Harry's direction.
"Please? I'll find you a mouse to play with! I'll umm… please?" he finished weakly.
It just so happened that at that very moment, Hermione decided to visit her two best friends in the Gryffindor common room. The painting of the lion swung open and smacked poor Harry in the face.
"Owww…." he moaned as he sat up off the floor.
"Harry! Oh Harry, are you all right?" Hermione asked as she bent down beside him.
"Yeah," he mumbled, holding his throbbing nose.
"Harry, I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were there and when I opened the portrait I was mad at Malfoy so I pushed it to hard! I had no idea you were there!" she apologized as she helped him up.
"I'm fine, really Mione," he insisted as she pulled his hand away from his nose.
"No you're bleeding," Hermione stated, showing him the blood on his hand.
"I'll be fine. A little nose bleed never killed anyone."
"Well actually I read that a small nose bleed can lead to sever injury if left unattended to," she corrected. Harry just shook his head and smiled at her.
"If I can take Voldemort, I think I can survive a nose bleed," he assured her.
"Well, if you insist," Hermione gave in and took off walking in the direction of the Gryffindor common room.
"So much for help," Harry mumbled as he caught up with Hermione.
It had been a little over one week since the trio had decided to let Blasie figure out what they already knew on his own. Harry was beginning to think that maybe Blasie had thought it to be some joke and not thought on the photo any more than that few moments in the hallway.
"Ron, honestly, you eat like a Hippogriff. Chew and swallow!" Hermione chided Ron as they all sat down for supper in the great hall.
"Sorry, Mione," he said after he swallowed the lump of food in his mouth.
"Did either of you work on your essay about dragon heartstring for Snape yet?" Hermione asked, neatly cutting her meat into pieces.
Harry and Ron exchanged nervous glances, then Harry cleared his throat.
"Well Mione, you know how we've been busy training for Quidditch and have had a lot of other stuff to do…" he trailed off, trying his best to give her a sad look. She sighed, and set down her fork and knife.
"I've told you that Quidditch is no excuse. I'm Head Girl this year and I'm sorry but I haven't the time to do all of your work for you. You've both got to put in a lot more this year if you want to get a good amount of NEWTs."
"We know," Ron sighed and shoved a roll into his mouth.
"Good. Now I need to go to the library, I'll se you later on. Oh and Harry," she looked closely at him and bit her bottom lip, "you might want to consider running into Blasie again. Just to see how things are moving with him." She gathered he books and left.
"Umm, Ron?" Harry asked a few moments later.
"Yeah?" Ron asked in return.
"What do you think of Hermione?" Harry asked quietly as he moved food around on his plate.
"What do I think of her? Well, sometimes she's a right lunatic. She's completely obsessed with her books and I wouldn't be surprised if she started sleeping in the library. But other than that, I'd say she's a down right great friend." He took a breath and looked back at Harry. "Why?"
"I was just… thinking," Harry replied, avoiding eye contact with his best mate.
Ron seemed to ponder this, then shrugged his shoulders and went back to eating anything he could reach.
"Blasie!" Harry called, running after the raven haired young man.
"Potter, what are you doing?" Blasie asked as Harry stopped in front of him, trying to catch his breath.
"I was-- just wondering--,"
"Potter, breathe," Blasie said, clapping Harry on the back.
"Right," he took a few deep breaths then continued on what he was saying. "I was just wondering if you had given anymore thought to that photo of mine."
Blasie looked as though he were going to make a rude comment, but then changed his mind. He looked around nervously for a second before answering.
"I sent a letter to my parents. My dad wrote back saying that he didn't know what to make of it. Said he'd talk to my mum about it later and not to worry about it."
"Oh," was all Harry managed to say. "Well, I'll keep on the look-out for you then."
"Sure, and Potter, you're in awful shape for a Seeker," and with that final insult, he turned and was back on his way.
"She's mental Harry, I'm tellin ya. I went to go ask her for help on that essay, you know? And she got all shirty with me and told me to leave. I think she's all bent over Mafloy and him being himself all the time," Ron rambled about Hermione as he and Harry sat in the Gryffindor common room, trying to finish their extensive amounts of homework.
"Well what did you expect him to do? Walk in their common room and ask her if she would like some tea and crumpets?" Harry replied. Ron sighed at this and set down his quill.
"No, its just… I'm worried what Malfoy might try on her. I mean, they're all alone in that common room and he's got all that Dark magic and such," Ron continued to ramble but Harry wasn't listening anymore.
He hadn't thought about it for a long while, but Ron was right. Hermione was alone with Malfoy a lot and she wasn't the little mousy girl she was before. She was definitely the brightest witch of her age, but when it came to brute strength, she wasn't hardly as qualified.
Harry stood suddenly, forgetting about his work and his rambling best friend. In a rush, he ran out of the Gryffindor common room and took a sharp right, racing to where Hermione had told him the Head common room was located. It was only 7 o'clock, he had plenty of time before he had to worry about Filch. He arrived at a painting of a snoozing lion on a rock just a few moments after he had left the common room. But a new problem dawned on him. Hermione may have told him where the common room was, but she had never uttered the password to him or Ron.
"No!" Harry cried, banging his fist on the wall beside the portrait door. The lion peeked one eye open and growled at Harry before falling back asleep. "Hey, hey, wake up!" he yelled at the lion.
Apparently the lion hadn't been in a very good mood before Harry arrived so his only reply was to lift up his large head a bare his giant teeth in Harry's direction.
"Please? I'll find you a mouse to play with! I'll umm… please?" he finished weakly.
It just so happened that at that very moment, Hermione decided to visit her two best friends in the Gryffindor common room. The painting of the lion swung open and smacked poor Harry in the face.
"Owww…." he moaned as he sat up off the floor.
"Harry! Oh Harry, are you all right?" Hermione asked as she bent down beside him.
"Yeah," he mumbled, holding his throbbing nose.
"Harry, I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were there and when I opened the portrait I was mad at Malfoy so I pushed it to hard! I had no idea you were there!" she apologized as she helped him up.
"I'm fine, really Mione," he insisted as she pulled his hand away from his nose.
"No you're bleeding," Hermione stated, showing him the blood on his hand.
"I'll be fine. A little nose bleed never killed anyone."
"Well actually I read that a small nose bleed can lead to sever injury if left unattended to," she corrected. Harry just shook his head and smiled at her.
"If I can take Voldemort, I think I can survive a nose bleed," he assured her.
"Well, if you insist," Hermione gave in and took off walking in the direction of the Gryffindor common room.
"So much for help," Harry mumbled as he caught up with Hermione.