Chapter 10 Lost Angels
"God Damn it!" Ron swore as he shut his 6th year potions book. He crossed his arms in front of him angrily and snarled at the black leather bound book.
Harry and Hermione just stared at him from their ends of the table, almost expecting the exact thing to happen. They seemed to not even have a reaction for his behavior. That was probably because Ron was a git at all times.
"I hate Potions. I don't understand a word of this rubbish! Why do I have to learn it anyways? I'm not going to be a stupid Auror." he said still in his tiny usual library tantrum.
Hermione shook her head and grabbed her book of potions from beside her already in her 'done' pile, and scooted to Ron's Left and opened the book in front of him. He looked up at the ceiling unwilling to take in another word, until she grabbed his chin and pulled it down forcefully so his eyes were on the book.
"Dear Lord Hermione the book is full of notes!" he said amazed, looking down at Hermione's hand writing scribbled all over the book, and the loose pieces of parchment he pulled out and examined.
She smiled shyly and explained, "Well when I was in 5th grade, at a muggle school near home I wasn't the best student. I was like you, I couldn't comprehend any of the things that they were trying to teach. So I learned to write it all down in my own words, so that way I could understand it better." She started to blush, "That's why I know everything before class, because I read ahead and write it all down before class, because I sure wouldn't want to be another Harry for Professor Snape."
Harry's eyes darted towards her with a fake glare and smiled quickly after not able to keep his grim face glued on. She smiled back at him. Harry wouldn't be able to deny he was just another puppet of Snape's play of entertainment for himself. Harry had excepted that fact long ago.
An owl swooped down into the library from an open window, and slowly soared down to the three's table, landing gracefully before Hermione. Her eyes went wide with awe and she gasped at the owls beauty. It was fiery red, almost as if its feathers were literally on fire, with bright blue eyes that pierced hers. It lifted its leg which was an envelope, somewhat similar to a howler, but a lighter red. Harry saw as her eyes went wide when she saw the reddish envelope. She looked at Harry before reaching for the envelope.
"I wonder where this came from. And this is such a beautiful owl." she smiled as she pet the gracious owl on the head. It hooted in return bobbing its head up and down to reach the deeper comforts of her hand.
Hermione opened the letter and pulled out a shiny, glossy like piece of paper and unfolded it. She read it to herself and her eyes went wide, while her cheeks burned scarlet red. She smiled unknowingly, and covered her mouth.
"What is it?" Harry asked wondering himself. She shook her head and pulled the letter tightly to her chest.
"C'mon Hermione! Don't just sit there and giggle all day long spit it out will you?" Ron said as he watched Hermione seemed to set herself in a dream state. She opened her eyes and took a deep intake of air.
"I don't know." she said dreamily, "It's a love letter. And its gorgeous!" she squealed and grabbed her bag and books scurrying out of the library. She ran into Lavender on the way out and they both read the letter together as Hermione held one side as Lavender held the other side. Lavender gasped with excitement and hopped over to Hermione and gave her a fierce hug while they both continued to bounce. She smiled genuinely and ran out of the library screaming with every girl she came in contact with.
Harry looked towards Ron sadly for a minute, knowing everything he wasn't telling him. He looked down at his book feeling like his heart had taken two to the chest. Ron stared after Hermione with a smile creeping up onto his face, and he quickly grabbed his things and exited without saying a word to Harry. Harry look down at his Potions book and closed his eyes tightly as if trying to wake from a nightmare. He threw himself into his work for the rest of the night not even thinking about what he'd planned to do for his weekend.
Later that night he went back to the common room feeling his legs wobble a bit from sitting down for so long. He dragged his tired body behind him and pretty much pulled his own leg through the portrait hole with his arms. He dragged his back pack behind him on the floor and he came to the common room door way and felt like he'd been hit by a ton of bricks.
He saw Hermione and Ron standing at the center of the common room talking shyly. He quickly hid behind the wall beside the doorway to listen to their quiet conversation.
"So you er sent me this letter?" Hermione asked as she held up the letter. Ro nodded with an odd smirk on his face. She bit her lip and smiled.
"Crazy huh?" he said awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.
"No, not crazy. It was incredibly beautiful Ron." she giggled. She took a step forward and bit her bottom lip softly as she brought her face to her cheek and kissed it. He smiled a huge 200 watt smile and beamed down at her. She shyly looked away as he brought his hand dreamily to his cheek and touched the place where she had kissed him.
"It tingles." he joked as he dropped his hand from his face and looked down at the carpet and dug his feet into it making odd shapes and drawing with the tip of his shoe.
Hermione's expression changed as she stared at Ron. It was blank, yet emotions were stirring like crazy beneath her skin violently. She took a step towards Ron and looked up into his eyes. His smile faded as he took a step towards her and looked deep in her eyes as he brought his hand up to cup her face. He dropped his head slowly to hers as she raised her head. Their lips met and Hermione rested her hands on his chest and he cupped her face in his hands.
Harry's chest clenched with pain as he stared at the two kissing in the middle of the dormitory. Yet he couldn't bring himself to move to bring them apart. He felt like his feet were frozen in place though all he wanted to do was charge to a place where no one could see him, or hurt him. Finally he found the strength in his legs and he swung his back pack over his shoulder and walked into the room, his footsteps bringing Hermione and Ron away from their kissing.
"Harry!" Hermione squeaked as she saw Harry walking passed them. He didn't say a word to either one of them and continued walking towards the dormitories until Hermione raced up behind him and grabbed his wrist. " Harry?"
He softly took a hold of her wrist and pulled it off and smiled gently at her, "I'm tired. I'll see you in the morning."
She sadly looked at him and reluctantly smiled. Her head bent down as she stared at the floor. Harry looked at Ron and smiled nodding his head. He made his way up into the dormitory where he crawled into bed with his clothes on and felt his chest burning with fury. When Ron walked in later he tried to talk to Harry, but Harry continued to pretend to sleep until Ron gave up and went to bed.
Later that night Harry got up from bed and dressed himself in his black jeans and his black sweat shirt. He went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror knowing he wouldn't get any sleep that night and fixed himself up. Cleaning up his hair and shaving his face before walking out of the dormitory to sit in the common room. Where he would spend the rest of his time until morning came.
"God Damn it!" Ron swore as he shut his 6th year potions book. He crossed his arms in front of him angrily and snarled at the black leather bound book.
Harry and Hermione just stared at him from their ends of the table, almost expecting the exact thing to happen. They seemed to not even have a reaction for his behavior. That was probably because Ron was a git at all times.
"I hate Potions. I don't understand a word of this rubbish! Why do I have to learn it anyways? I'm not going to be a stupid Auror." he said still in his tiny usual library tantrum.
Hermione shook her head and grabbed her book of potions from beside her already in her 'done' pile, and scooted to Ron's Left and opened the book in front of him. He looked up at the ceiling unwilling to take in another word, until she grabbed his chin and pulled it down forcefully so his eyes were on the book.
"Dear Lord Hermione the book is full of notes!" he said amazed, looking down at Hermione's hand writing scribbled all over the book, and the loose pieces of parchment he pulled out and examined.
She smiled shyly and explained, "Well when I was in 5th grade, at a muggle school near home I wasn't the best student. I was like you, I couldn't comprehend any of the things that they were trying to teach. So I learned to write it all down in my own words, so that way I could understand it better." She started to blush, "That's why I know everything before class, because I read ahead and write it all down before class, because I sure wouldn't want to be another Harry for Professor Snape."
Harry's eyes darted towards her with a fake glare and smiled quickly after not able to keep his grim face glued on. She smiled back at him. Harry wouldn't be able to deny he was just another puppet of Snape's play of entertainment for himself. Harry had excepted that fact long ago.
An owl swooped down into the library from an open window, and slowly soared down to the three's table, landing gracefully before Hermione. Her eyes went wide with awe and she gasped at the owls beauty. It was fiery red, almost as if its feathers were literally on fire, with bright blue eyes that pierced hers. It lifted its leg which was an envelope, somewhat similar to a howler, but a lighter red. Harry saw as her eyes went wide when she saw the reddish envelope. She looked at Harry before reaching for the envelope.
"I wonder where this came from. And this is such a beautiful owl." she smiled as she pet the gracious owl on the head. It hooted in return bobbing its head up and down to reach the deeper comforts of her hand.
Hermione opened the letter and pulled out a shiny, glossy like piece of paper and unfolded it. She read it to herself and her eyes went wide, while her cheeks burned scarlet red. She smiled unknowingly, and covered her mouth.
"What is it?" Harry asked wondering himself. She shook her head and pulled the letter tightly to her chest.
"C'mon Hermione! Don't just sit there and giggle all day long spit it out will you?" Ron said as he watched Hermione seemed to set herself in a dream state. She opened her eyes and took a deep intake of air.
"I don't know." she said dreamily, "It's a love letter. And its gorgeous!" she squealed and grabbed her bag and books scurrying out of the library. She ran into Lavender on the way out and they both read the letter together as Hermione held one side as Lavender held the other side. Lavender gasped with excitement and hopped over to Hermione and gave her a fierce hug while they both continued to bounce. She smiled genuinely and ran out of the library screaming with every girl she came in contact with.
Harry looked towards Ron sadly for a minute, knowing everything he wasn't telling him. He looked down at his book feeling like his heart had taken two to the chest. Ron stared after Hermione with a smile creeping up onto his face, and he quickly grabbed his things and exited without saying a word to Harry. Harry look down at his Potions book and closed his eyes tightly as if trying to wake from a nightmare. He threw himself into his work for the rest of the night not even thinking about what he'd planned to do for his weekend.
Later that night he went back to the common room feeling his legs wobble a bit from sitting down for so long. He dragged his tired body behind him and pretty much pulled his own leg through the portrait hole with his arms. He dragged his back pack behind him on the floor and he came to the common room door way and felt like he'd been hit by a ton of bricks.
He saw Hermione and Ron standing at the center of the common room talking shyly. He quickly hid behind the wall beside the doorway to listen to their quiet conversation.
"So you er sent me this letter?" Hermione asked as she held up the letter. Ro nodded with an odd smirk on his face. She bit her lip and smiled.
"Crazy huh?" he said awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.
"No, not crazy. It was incredibly beautiful Ron." she giggled. She took a step forward and bit her bottom lip softly as she brought her face to her cheek and kissed it. He smiled a huge 200 watt smile and beamed down at her. She shyly looked away as he brought his hand dreamily to his cheek and touched the place where she had kissed him.
"It tingles." he joked as he dropped his hand from his face and looked down at the carpet and dug his feet into it making odd shapes and drawing with the tip of his shoe.
Hermione's expression changed as she stared at Ron. It was blank, yet emotions were stirring like crazy beneath her skin violently. She took a step towards Ron and looked up into his eyes. His smile faded as he took a step towards her and looked deep in her eyes as he brought his hand up to cup her face. He dropped his head slowly to hers as she raised her head. Their lips met and Hermione rested her hands on his chest and he cupped her face in his hands.
Harry's chest clenched with pain as he stared at the two kissing in the middle of the dormitory. Yet he couldn't bring himself to move to bring them apart. He felt like his feet were frozen in place though all he wanted to do was charge to a place where no one could see him, or hurt him. Finally he found the strength in his legs and he swung his back pack over his shoulder and walked into the room, his footsteps bringing Hermione and Ron away from their kissing.
"Harry!" Hermione squeaked as she saw Harry walking passed them. He didn't say a word to either one of them and continued walking towards the dormitories until Hermione raced up behind him and grabbed his wrist. " Harry?"
He softly took a hold of her wrist and pulled it off and smiled gently at her, "I'm tired. I'll see you in the morning."
She sadly looked at him and reluctantly smiled. Her head bent down as she stared at the floor. Harry looked at Ron and smiled nodding his head. He made his way up into the dormitory where he crawled into bed with his clothes on and felt his chest burning with fury. When Ron walked in later he tried to talk to Harry, but Harry continued to pretend to sleep until Ron gave up and went to bed.
Later that night Harry got up from bed and dressed himself in his black jeans and his black sweat shirt. He went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror knowing he wouldn't get any sleep that night and fixed himself up. Cleaning up his hair and shaving his face before walking out of the dormitory to sit in the common room. Where he would spend the rest of his time until morning came.