Here's the second chapter! I hope that everyone likes it! I know its been
forever since I last updated but here it is! Please R & R!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story except for a few characters that I made up.
Rating: PG (rating may go up later for difficult situations)
CHAPTER TWO
As Harry walked up the dark stair to his quarters he started to wonder if it was even worth staying at Hogwarts any longer. He defiantly was not having all that much fun anymore and it just seemed that the longer he stayed in this wizarding school the more and more difficult his life became. Over the last four years Harry had faced his worst enemy more times that he really needed to had almost died, four straight years in a row and he wasn't even having any fun? Maybe the Dursley's rotten home wasn't too bad after all. At least there he knew that he would be save and wouldn't hold his life in his hands every time he walked in the front door.
Harry finally made it to the top of the staircase and turned towards the boys' dormitories. After throwing his school bag and cloak on the floor below his feet, Harry flopped himself down onto his bed and took a long and steady breath of air. Maybe he was just over reacting. Did he really think that the Dursley's place would be better than here at his real home, with his real friends? Surely not. Harry finally came to the conclusion that he was just too tired to care what he was thinking about and rolled over in his bed, shutting his eyes and preparing himself for a very restless sleep.
"Harry! Harry! Harry wake up! Harry!" Hermione shouted nudging Harry in the side, apparently attempting to wake him out of his slumber. Harry groggily opened his eyes and stared at the girl in front of him. Hermione had a funny look on her face. It showed that she was worried but at the same time confused and startled. Harry rubbed his eyes before noticing who was really in front of him. "Are you awake yet?" Hermione yelled in Harry's ear, making him flinch.
"Yes Hermione, I'm awake. What do you want?" There was silence in the room until Harry realized something very odd. "Umm, Hermione? Why are you in the boys' quarters? You do know that you aren't really allowed in here." Harry told Hermione, glancing around to make sure that there was nothing embarrassing around that he didn't need the entire girl population in the school knowing about. After Harry realized that all of his personal things had been tucked safely into his chest beside his bed, he let out a silent sigh of relief.
"Yes, I know that. But really had to talk to you. You weren't really yourself today. After potions, I mean. You were so short with Ron and I, and, we were just worried about you." Hermione said, making herself comfortable on the side of Harry's bed.
"I'm sorry, I really didn't want to be. It's just . . . Malfoy can be such a . . . a . . . well, you know. I just couldn't take being in the same room with him anymore. I swear, if there is anything that he loved to do more than torture me, I would hate to be the person involved in that activity."
"It's alright Harry. I understand. But you can't just sit back and allow Malfoy to do this to you. Fight back Do something extra nasty to him." Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. Hermione was telling him to do something about it? Hermione of all people was telling him to fight back. He would love to do something so rotten to Malfoy that he would never even consider doing anything to Harry ever again. But tat was a difficult task to endure. Malfoy had sources and people to help him with his plans. Even Snape would let a few of Malfoy's tricks pass by his eye a few times just to see Harry suffer. None of the teachers liked Harry enough to just watch his torture another student.
"Yeah, that would be great and everything but I don't think . . ."
"What we need is a master scheme. Something so huge that Malfoy would never forget it. Although it is a lot easier said than done. Harry what do you think?"
"Umm yeah." Harry decided to end this conversation here and now. He wasn't really in the mood to be talking about this particular subject. It only made him feel gloomier than what he already did. And that really was not good. "Is dinner over. I'm kind of hungry."
"Nope, actually it's just about to start. Come on." Harry lifted himself from the bed and followed Hermione down the stairs. Out of the tower and to the great hall.
The food on the tables before Harry looked particularly grand tonight. Harry immediately brightened when he saw all of the delicious food waiting to be eaten. Just as Harry was about to sit down, a young girl walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. He could tell that she was from Hufflepuff by the small emblem that was embroided on her cloak. She smiled up at him and began to speak.
"So is it true Harry?" The young girl asked. Harry gave the girl a confused look and searched his brain for what she could possibly be talking about.
"Is what true?" Harry questioned back.
"About you and Morgan Beatan?" Harry had absolutely no idea what this girl was talking about. And on top of that, who was Morgan Beatan?
"I'm sorry, but I have no idea as to what you are possibly talking about. And who is Morgan Beatan?" The young girl pointed to another young girl who looked like she was in her first year at Hogwarts. She had large glasses and large features. She reminded Harry slightly of a beast. She had wide eyes and a large mouth. Her braces could be seen, even from where Harry was standing and she had long stringy brown hair. In a nutshell; she wasn't very attractive. Harry winced at the sight of the girl and looked back at the young girl.
"Well what about me and . . . her?"
"Well Draco said that you to have been pretty hot and heavy lately. Apparently you guys have been going out for almost a year but didn't want anyone to find out. So I'm guessing it's not true?" Harry nodded his head melodramatically to make his point.
"No, defiantly not." The girl shrugged and started to make her way back o ver to the Hufflepuff table. Harry looked over at Malfoy and saw his laughing hysterically at his little joke. Harry felt his face go red hot as he sat down at the table in front of him. Harry knew that he would have to get back at Malfoy somehow. He was starting to think that Hermione's idea of a master scheme wasn't such a bad idea after all. In fact, it was sounding pretty good at the moment.
There you go! I know it wasn't that eventful, but I can promise you this: the next chapter is going to be reallllllllly good (and longer too!) Please R&R and I will have the next chapter up and going as soon as humanly possible!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story except for a few characters that I made up.
Rating: PG (rating may go up later for difficult situations)
CHAPTER TWO
As Harry walked up the dark stair to his quarters he started to wonder if it was even worth staying at Hogwarts any longer. He defiantly was not having all that much fun anymore and it just seemed that the longer he stayed in this wizarding school the more and more difficult his life became. Over the last four years Harry had faced his worst enemy more times that he really needed to had almost died, four straight years in a row and he wasn't even having any fun? Maybe the Dursley's rotten home wasn't too bad after all. At least there he knew that he would be save and wouldn't hold his life in his hands every time he walked in the front door.
Harry finally made it to the top of the staircase and turned towards the boys' dormitories. After throwing his school bag and cloak on the floor below his feet, Harry flopped himself down onto his bed and took a long and steady breath of air. Maybe he was just over reacting. Did he really think that the Dursley's place would be better than here at his real home, with his real friends? Surely not. Harry finally came to the conclusion that he was just too tired to care what he was thinking about and rolled over in his bed, shutting his eyes and preparing himself for a very restless sleep.
"Harry! Harry! Harry wake up! Harry!" Hermione shouted nudging Harry in the side, apparently attempting to wake him out of his slumber. Harry groggily opened his eyes and stared at the girl in front of him. Hermione had a funny look on her face. It showed that she was worried but at the same time confused and startled. Harry rubbed his eyes before noticing who was really in front of him. "Are you awake yet?" Hermione yelled in Harry's ear, making him flinch.
"Yes Hermione, I'm awake. What do you want?" There was silence in the room until Harry realized something very odd. "Umm, Hermione? Why are you in the boys' quarters? You do know that you aren't really allowed in here." Harry told Hermione, glancing around to make sure that there was nothing embarrassing around that he didn't need the entire girl population in the school knowing about. After Harry realized that all of his personal things had been tucked safely into his chest beside his bed, he let out a silent sigh of relief.
"Yes, I know that. But really had to talk to you. You weren't really yourself today. After potions, I mean. You were so short with Ron and I, and, we were just worried about you." Hermione said, making herself comfortable on the side of Harry's bed.
"I'm sorry, I really didn't want to be. It's just . . . Malfoy can be such a . . . a . . . well, you know. I just couldn't take being in the same room with him anymore. I swear, if there is anything that he loved to do more than torture me, I would hate to be the person involved in that activity."
"It's alright Harry. I understand. But you can't just sit back and allow Malfoy to do this to you. Fight back Do something extra nasty to him." Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. Hermione was telling him to do something about it? Hermione of all people was telling him to fight back. He would love to do something so rotten to Malfoy that he would never even consider doing anything to Harry ever again. But tat was a difficult task to endure. Malfoy had sources and people to help him with his plans. Even Snape would let a few of Malfoy's tricks pass by his eye a few times just to see Harry suffer. None of the teachers liked Harry enough to just watch his torture another student.
"Yeah, that would be great and everything but I don't think . . ."
"What we need is a master scheme. Something so huge that Malfoy would never forget it. Although it is a lot easier said than done. Harry what do you think?"
"Umm yeah." Harry decided to end this conversation here and now. He wasn't really in the mood to be talking about this particular subject. It only made him feel gloomier than what he already did. And that really was not good. "Is dinner over. I'm kind of hungry."
"Nope, actually it's just about to start. Come on." Harry lifted himself from the bed and followed Hermione down the stairs. Out of the tower and to the great hall.
The food on the tables before Harry looked particularly grand tonight. Harry immediately brightened when he saw all of the delicious food waiting to be eaten. Just as Harry was about to sit down, a young girl walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. He could tell that she was from Hufflepuff by the small emblem that was embroided on her cloak. She smiled up at him and began to speak.
"So is it true Harry?" The young girl asked. Harry gave the girl a confused look and searched his brain for what she could possibly be talking about.
"Is what true?" Harry questioned back.
"About you and Morgan Beatan?" Harry had absolutely no idea what this girl was talking about. And on top of that, who was Morgan Beatan?
"I'm sorry, but I have no idea as to what you are possibly talking about. And who is Morgan Beatan?" The young girl pointed to another young girl who looked like she was in her first year at Hogwarts. She had large glasses and large features. She reminded Harry slightly of a beast. She had wide eyes and a large mouth. Her braces could be seen, even from where Harry was standing and she had long stringy brown hair. In a nutshell; she wasn't very attractive. Harry winced at the sight of the girl and looked back at the young girl.
"Well what about me and . . . her?"
"Well Draco said that you to have been pretty hot and heavy lately. Apparently you guys have been going out for almost a year but didn't want anyone to find out. So I'm guessing it's not true?" Harry nodded his head melodramatically to make his point.
"No, defiantly not." The girl shrugged and started to make her way back o ver to the Hufflepuff table. Harry looked over at Malfoy and saw his laughing hysterically at his little joke. Harry felt his face go red hot as he sat down at the table in front of him. Harry knew that he would have to get back at Malfoy somehow. He was starting to think that Hermione's idea of a master scheme wasn't such a bad idea after all. In fact, it was sounding pretty good at the moment.
There you go! I know it wasn't that eventful, but I can promise you this: the next chapter is going to be reallllllllly good (and longer too!) Please R&R and I will have the next chapter up and going as soon as humanly possible!