Wow, Chapter Five...I reckon I'm flying on air, like that snowman in raymond brigg's classic tale...
CHAPTER FIVE:
Ron saw Hermione and a girl with beautiful golden hair at the far end of the common room that evening. He came up to them. They were sharing Bertie Bott Beans and chatting wildly.
"Who's she?" Ron demanded.
"Who's who?" Hermione asked sweetly.
"That...that girl next to you," Ron said, getting more and more stressed. "And where's Harry? He's supposed to be showing me how he rides his Firebolt with-out falling off."
"He's not here," said the girl.
"Well, where is he?" Ron asked.
"Out in the grounds, waiting for you," Hermione lied, popping a Bean inside her mouth. "Ooh, yuck! Earwax! Ron, meet Alice. And Alice, meet Ronald. I used to be one of his best friends."
"You still are," Ron argued, hurt.
Hermione shrugged. "Oh, I don't know. It's getting a bit boring hanging with you and Harry."
She winked at Alice.
"Is that Harry?" Ron asked in disbelief.
"Uh...no," said Hermione, quickly covering up the truth. "He's waiting for you in the grounds, we told you. Now, Alice and I have homework to be completed. Don't we, Alice?"
Harry nodded, grinning.
"Yeah, that diagram of Mimbulous Mimbletonia needs to be finished and I need your help on a Transfiguration essay," he said, running his fingers down his hair and trying to remember that he was a girl.
For the time it took to find a cure, anyway.
Ron left the grounds, broom tucked under his arm.
"Well, that was a lucky escape," Hermione chortled, opening her Herbology text-book gingerly.
"It's not going to burn you," Harry told her.
Hermione looked over at him, oddly. "I know."
Harry got to grips with being a girl over the next few days. It occurred to him he was never going to turn back, but he didn't let that horrible thought stop his flow of perfect work.
He'd discovered something.
Your work was better and you got perfect grades if you were a girl. He smiled to himself as he was handed his vial of potion back, by Snape, in one lesson with an 'A' attached to the glass on a post-it-note.
Snape was his worst enemy.
Ginny Weasley had really done him a favour.
"Well done, Harry," Hermione whispered to him.
Ron spun round from his seat. "Harry? Speaking of Harry, where was he when I wanted him a week ago?"
"In the common room," Harry admitted.
"With me," Hermione added, sighing quietly.
"Well, I couldn't see him," Ron hissed, gouging out his cement-like potion from his cauldron. "At least I don't get perfect grades. So what was he, invisible or something?"
"No, he was there," Hermione said in a tiny voice. "He was right next to me. He is right next to me now, in fact."
Way to go, Hermione, Harry thought.
"So, he gets perfect grades because he's a girl?" Ron said loudly, after muttering a spell that made his vial float across the room to Snape's desk.
Draco Malfoy stopped ladling his potion into his vial, and turned round abruptly and faster than the speed of light. "Harry's a girl?" Millicent Bulstrode, Draco's girlfriend, blurted out.
"Yes, but ssh," Ron muttered.
But it was useless, because now everyone in the room knew.
Snape stood up. "Is this true?"
Hermione nodded sadly, and bit her tongue.
"So, where is Harry now?" Snape asked, sending Ron's vial back to him. "I am afraid this mess it utterly worthless, Weasley. It needs to be dunked down the toilet, and so does your head."
Draco and Millicent laughed loudly.
Hermione gestured to the seat next to her. "Sorry," she whispered to Harry, and pulled his chair out.
Harry had no choice but to stand.
Hermione pointed to him. "He's here."
CHAPTER FIVE:
Ron saw Hermione and a girl with beautiful golden hair at the far end of the common room that evening. He came up to them. They were sharing Bertie Bott Beans and chatting wildly.
"Who's she?" Ron demanded.
"Who's who?" Hermione asked sweetly.
"That...that girl next to you," Ron said, getting more and more stressed. "And where's Harry? He's supposed to be showing me how he rides his Firebolt with-out falling off."
"He's not here," said the girl.
"Well, where is he?" Ron asked.
"Out in the grounds, waiting for you," Hermione lied, popping a Bean inside her mouth. "Ooh, yuck! Earwax! Ron, meet Alice. And Alice, meet Ronald. I used to be one of his best friends."
"You still are," Ron argued, hurt.
Hermione shrugged. "Oh, I don't know. It's getting a bit boring hanging with you and Harry."
She winked at Alice.
"Is that Harry?" Ron asked in disbelief.
"Uh...no," said Hermione, quickly covering up the truth. "He's waiting for you in the grounds, we told you. Now, Alice and I have homework to be completed. Don't we, Alice?"
Harry nodded, grinning.
"Yeah, that diagram of Mimbulous Mimbletonia needs to be finished and I need your help on a Transfiguration essay," he said, running his fingers down his hair and trying to remember that he was a girl.
For the time it took to find a cure, anyway.
Ron left the grounds, broom tucked under his arm.
"Well, that was a lucky escape," Hermione chortled, opening her Herbology text-book gingerly.
"It's not going to burn you," Harry told her.
Hermione looked over at him, oddly. "I know."
Harry got to grips with being a girl over the next few days. It occurred to him he was never going to turn back, but he didn't let that horrible thought stop his flow of perfect work.
He'd discovered something.
Your work was better and you got perfect grades if you were a girl. He smiled to himself as he was handed his vial of potion back, by Snape, in one lesson with an 'A' attached to the glass on a post-it-note.
Snape was his worst enemy.
Ginny Weasley had really done him a favour.
"Well done, Harry," Hermione whispered to him.
Ron spun round from his seat. "Harry? Speaking of Harry, where was he when I wanted him a week ago?"
"In the common room," Harry admitted.
"With me," Hermione added, sighing quietly.
"Well, I couldn't see him," Ron hissed, gouging out his cement-like potion from his cauldron. "At least I don't get perfect grades. So what was he, invisible or something?"
"No, he was there," Hermione said in a tiny voice. "He was right next to me. He is right next to me now, in fact."
Way to go, Hermione, Harry thought.
"So, he gets perfect grades because he's a girl?" Ron said loudly, after muttering a spell that made his vial float across the room to Snape's desk.
Draco Malfoy stopped ladling his potion into his vial, and turned round abruptly and faster than the speed of light. "Harry's a girl?" Millicent Bulstrode, Draco's girlfriend, blurted out.
"Yes, but ssh," Ron muttered.
But it was useless, because now everyone in the room knew.
Snape stood up. "Is this true?"
Hermione nodded sadly, and bit her tongue.
"So, where is Harry now?" Snape asked, sending Ron's vial back to him. "I am afraid this mess it utterly worthless, Weasley. It needs to be dunked down the toilet, and so does your head."
Draco and Millicent laughed loudly.
Hermione gestured to the seat next to her. "Sorry," she whispered to Harry, and pulled his chair out.
Harry had no choice but to stand.
Hermione pointed to him. "He's here."