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-The Last One Standing- Chapter Three : The end of the line.
A couple days later, Harry was walking to Muggle Studies. He had given up on trying to understand Ron and Hermione. And besides, just the thought of them together made his spine tickle. And not in a good way.
Someone he didn't know waved Hi to him, and he waved back. He sighed and touched the scar on his forehead. What he wouldn't give to be normal. Where no one whould know who he is, just by looking at his forehead. He was walking with his head down, and suddenly walked right into somebody. He fell hard onto the concrete and his books and papers scattered everywhere. He mumbled something rude under his breath, and looked up into the eyes of no one else but Cho Chang. Harry blushed and rushed to help her pick up her things. "Sorry, Cho." She smiled. "No problem Harry." He helped her up. "Well, bye Harry." She pushed her long black hair to the side and batted her dark eyes at him, then turned and left. He could still feel that he was blushing, then went to pick up his own things, which had been trampled on by other people. Looks like his Potions paper was ruined. He'd have to re-do it in Divintation.
Half a hour later, Harry and Ron were sitting at a table in Muggle Studies, learning about Muggle Music. There were apparently many 'Genres'. Harry was bore dout of his mind, but he dind't mind because this was the only class in the day where he didn't hear the name Voldemort. The less the better, is what he thought.
Harry heard Ron snoring lightly with his chin on the desk. The professor didn't notice, but Harry tried to poke Ron awake anyway. Ron awoke with a start and almost cried out, but Harry quickly covered his mouth. Only those closest to them turned their heads, but quickly turned away when they saw Harry. Harry sighed, and suddenly realized he was still covering Ron's mouth, who was now struggling to breathe. Harry let go. Ron wispered, "What the bloody hell are you trying to do?" He said between pants. "Kill me?" Harry said smugly, "Sorry."
"I was just going to say, I had a weird dream." Harry rolled his eyes and turned to look at the notes the Professor was writing on the board. Harry quickly wrote them down, in case there might be a test. He said to Ron in a low voice, "Your dreams are always weird. Remember in third yea-" Ron interrupted. "No, weirder then normal!" His voice was low, but again the same students turned to look at them and glared. Harry waved apologetically and Ron blushed, and copied the notes from the board.
"Anyway-" The Professor turned around and glared at Ron. "Mr. Weasley. What, may I ask, is so intresting that you are talking during my class? Please tell, we're all dying to know." Ron blushed and said, "Nothing Professor." "Well, them Mr. Weasley. I'm sure you and that 'Nothing' would love to do 'Nothing' in detention with me, for a week!" Rons mouth dropped open. "A WEEK? Professor, thats kind of harsh!" The Professor snapepd back, "Do you want to make it two weeks?" Ron opened his mouth, then closed it and looked at the desk. Harry could hear snickers from nearby tables but didn't say anything, just concentrated on his book. The Professor turned bakc to what he was writing. Ron sighed and opened his book. "There goes my week." He said under his breath. Harry nodded and wrote down more notes from the board.
End of chapter three.
-The Last One Standing- Chapter Three : The end of the line.
A couple days later, Harry was walking to Muggle Studies. He had given up on trying to understand Ron and Hermione. And besides, just the thought of them together made his spine tickle. And not in a good way.
Someone he didn't know waved Hi to him, and he waved back. He sighed and touched the scar on his forehead. What he wouldn't give to be normal. Where no one whould know who he is, just by looking at his forehead. He was walking with his head down, and suddenly walked right into somebody. He fell hard onto the concrete and his books and papers scattered everywhere. He mumbled something rude under his breath, and looked up into the eyes of no one else but Cho Chang. Harry blushed and rushed to help her pick up her things. "Sorry, Cho." She smiled. "No problem Harry." He helped her up. "Well, bye Harry." She pushed her long black hair to the side and batted her dark eyes at him, then turned and left. He could still feel that he was blushing, then went to pick up his own things, which had been trampled on by other people. Looks like his Potions paper was ruined. He'd have to re-do it in Divintation.
Half a hour later, Harry and Ron were sitting at a table in Muggle Studies, learning about Muggle Music. There were apparently many 'Genres'. Harry was bore dout of his mind, but he dind't mind because this was the only class in the day where he didn't hear the name Voldemort. The less the better, is what he thought.
Harry heard Ron snoring lightly with his chin on the desk. The professor didn't notice, but Harry tried to poke Ron awake anyway. Ron awoke with a start and almost cried out, but Harry quickly covered his mouth. Only those closest to them turned their heads, but quickly turned away when they saw Harry. Harry sighed, and suddenly realized he was still covering Ron's mouth, who was now struggling to breathe. Harry let go. Ron wispered, "What the bloody hell are you trying to do?" He said between pants. "Kill me?" Harry said smugly, "Sorry."
"I was just going to say, I had a weird dream." Harry rolled his eyes and turned to look at the notes the Professor was writing on the board. Harry quickly wrote them down, in case there might be a test. He said to Ron in a low voice, "Your dreams are always weird. Remember in third yea-" Ron interrupted. "No, weirder then normal!" His voice was low, but again the same students turned to look at them and glared. Harry waved apologetically and Ron blushed, and copied the notes from the board.
"Anyway-" The Professor turned around and glared at Ron. "Mr. Weasley. What, may I ask, is so intresting that you are talking during my class? Please tell, we're all dying to know." Ron blushed and said, "Nothing Professor." "Well, them Mr. Weasley. I'm sure you and that 'Nothing' would love to do 'Nothing' in detention with me, for a week!" Rons mouth dropped open. "A WEEK? Professor, thats kind of harsh!" The Professor snapepd back, "Do you want to make it two weeks?" Ron opened his mouth, then closed it and looked at the desk. Harry could hear snickers from nearby tables but didn't say anything, just concentrated on his book. The Professor turned bakc to what he was writing. Ron sighed and opened his book. "There goes my week." He said under his breath. Harry nodded and wrote down more notes from the board.
End of chapter three.