Chapter Seveteen-The Final Days
Friday Morning, Breakfast, Gryfindor Table, "Hi Krissy," Hermione mumbled to her friend, housemate and former roommate.
"Whoa, Hermione! You look like hell!"
"Thanks."
"What'd you do?"
"Harry n' I drank a few bottles of wine, last night."
"Why... wait Harry?"
"We wanted to act our age, if I remember correctly."
"Wait, you and Harry!?"
"NOOO!" She replied a little too quickly and overly loud.
"Okay, so what did happen?"
"We talked about the past and the future and that's all I remember," she replied sheepishly.
"Where'd you sleep?"
"Couch."
"Him?"
"Couch," she mumbled.
"Uh, huh."
"Can't I have some coffee?"
"Have anything you want," Erica replied.
"Thanks mum."
"Aren't you going to eat anything with that coffee?"
She picked up a piece of toast, "Happy now?"
"Yes I am."
The Hogwarts clock chimed. "Where's the fire?"
Same day, same time, Slytherin table, "Harry!" chorused Theo and Blaise.
"Ugh," Harry replied, sitting down and pouring himself a mug of coffee.
"What happened to you, mate?"
"Had a little wine."
"You sure about that?"
"With anyone?" His friends asked simotaniously. (remember-win95-no spellcheck)
"Okay, Hermione and I split a few bottles."
"Harry and Granger sitting in a tree k-i-s," they were cut off.
"SHUT UP," Harry yelled at them, as "NOOO" rang out from the Gryfindor Table.
"Going to have any beakfast, Champ?"
"Nothing happened."
"Then what did happen?"
Harry blinked furiously.
"We talked."
"About what?"
"The past, the future."
"What else?"
"I don't remember... anything else."
"Aren't you going to have any breakfast?" Blasie asked once more.
"Do I have to?"
"YES," They responded simotaniously.
Harry grabbed an apple and took a bite, "Happy now?"
The Hogwarts clock chimed. "Ahh, that's way too loud!"
"Come on Harry, class now, remember? We have to go to the greenhouses.
Professor Sprout let her class spend this there last lesson outside lounging on the lawnm as they had been doing nearly everyday since the end of there NEWTS.
"Harry... Harry," called Blaise.
"Huh.. what?"
"Time for Transfiguration."
"Oh, okay," and he got up and followed his friends.
Like Professor Sprout, the class before, Professor McGonagall too, let her class mingle and chat, or in the case of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger stare off into nothingness, as there friends chatted at them.
"Well I guess I can see why you like her Harry, if you look at her sideways and with one eye closed she looks kind of pretty, what do you think, Theodore?"
"I agree love (sorry had to put that in there, laugh), so what do you see in the Gryfindor, Harry?" No answer so Theodore went on, "I guess she's is very intelligent."
"Brave, obviously."
"Loyal."
"Yes, she did save our dear friend, Harry here, isn't that right, Harry? Harry?"
Theodore shook Harry.
"Huh?"
"We were just speaking of you love interest."
"What!? What are you talking about?"
"That Gryfindor you like."
"Hermione... what? No, she's just one of my best friends, along with you two of course."
"Uh, huh, really Harry."
"You can't fool us, we've known you for seven years."
"So."
Across the classroom.
"Well I guess he is rather handsome, his eyes yes, but I don't like his hair."
"I agree there, it looks like a rats nest."
"But so does Hermione's."
Hermione looked over at the sound of her name, from her friends lips.
"What's like mine?"
"You and your lover boys hair."
"Okay, back up that train, loverboy? Who's that?"
"Why your Slytherin darling."
"WHAT, uh.. I don't think so, are you kidding me? He's just one of my best friends, well and you two."
"Look Kris, she's denieing it."
"That's to be expected Erica, she hasn't let it hit her yet."
"You," Hermione sputtered, "Both of you are out of your minds."
"So you say now."
The class ended, Professor McGonagall calling the completely out of it Head Students to stay behind a moment.
"Professor?" they both got out.
"I suggest the both of you go to Professor Snape for a hangover Potion, no," she smiled, "Don't this way you get to suffer and you won't lose points from me this your final day of classes."
'Wow! McGonagall let us off the hook!' was the only thing going through there minds, besides, 'How'd she know?'
The rest of the day was filled with nothingness as well, well nothing besides Snape's usual sneerings before lunch.
Friday Night-The End of Year Feast.
"Another year at Hogwarts has come and gone and this particular year has been a very eventful one. Slytherin yet again won the House and Quidditich Cups, Congratulations Professor Snape and his Slytherin House.
Voldemort was vanquished, letting us now live in peace, in that battle we lost many fine young men and woman, Neville Longbottom, Hannah Abbot, Terry Boot......... We also lost many Professors, Igor Vyshaslavovich Kozlov, Sybil Trelawnry, Joanna Spinstra, a former Professor here, Remus John Lupin..... Now could we please have a moment of silence for those who honorable sacraficed themselvs for our cause of peace." After one minute of total silence, in which a pin drop could have been heard in the Great Hall, he continued, "Now, if you will, raise your goblets in honor of the dead."
The Hall did so. "Thank you, I hope all returning students have a wonderful summer and all out going seventh years, the best of luck in your lives beyond Hogwarts, You may now, DIG IN."
The next afternoon, Platform Nine and Three Quarters, after saying there good byes to there other friends, Harry and Hermione caught up with eachother.
"Thank you for a great year, despite the tragedies," Harry told her.
"I agree with that." He stuck out his hand, the shook, before she pulled him into a hug, "Good Luck at Auror training."
"Good Luck at the ministry." She kissed him on the cheek (Yes GOF ripoff).
"See you in three years?"
"Yeah."
And the two went there seperate ways, Harry apparating from the spot to the ministry, Hermione out of King's Cross to the street and the awaiting car a family member left for her to take home.
Now Do you want more? Or shall I leave it here? Review, one and all to let me know, if not this shall most likely be the finale of my fanfiction writings.
"Yeah."
Friday Morning, Breakfast, Gryfindor Table, "Hi Krissy," Hermione mumbled to her friend, housemate and former roommate.
"Whoa, Hermione! You look like hell!"
"Thanks."
"What'd you do?"
"Harry n' I drank a few bottles of wine, last night."
"Why... wait Harry?"
"We wanted to act our age, if I remember correctly."
"Wait, you and Harry!?"
"NOOO!" She replied a little too quickly and overly loud.
"Okay, so what did happen?"
"We talked about the past and the future and that's all I remember," she replied sheepishly.
"Where'd you sleep?"
"Couch."
"Him?"
"Couch," she mumbled.
"Uh, huh."
"Can't I have some coffee?"
"Have anything you want," Erica replied.
"Thanks mum."
"Aren't you going to eat anything with that coffee?"
She picked up a piece of toast, "Happy now?"
"Yes I am."
The Hogwarts clock chimed. "Where's the fire?"
Same day, same time, Slytherin table, "Harry!" chorused Theo and Blaise.
"Ugh," Harry replied, sitting down and pouring himself a mug of coffee.
"What happened to you, mate?"
"Had a little wine."
"You sure about that?"
"With anyone?" His friends asked simotaniously. (remember-win95-no spellcheck)
"Okay, Hermione and I split a few bottles."
"Harry and Granger sitting in a tree k-i-s," they were cut off.
"SHUT UP," Harry yelled at them, as "NOOO" rang out from the Gryfindor Table.
"Going to have any beakfast, Champ?"
"Nothing happened."
"Then what did happen?"
Harry blinked furiously.
"We talked."
"About what?"
"The past, the future."
"What else?"
"I don't remember... anything else."
"Aren't you going to have any breakfast?" Blasie asked once more.
"Do I have to?"
"YES," They responded simotaniously.
Harry grabbed an apple and took a bite, "Happy now?"
The Hogwarts clock chimed. "Ahh, that's way too loud!"
"Come on Harry, class now, remember? We have to go to the greenhouses.
Professor Sprout let her class spend this there last lesson outside lounging on the lawnm as they had been doing nearly everyday since the end of there NEWTS.
"Harry... Harry," called Blaise.
"Huh.. what?"
"Time for Transfiguration."
"Oh, okay," and he got up and followed his friends.
Like Professor Sprout, the class before, Professor McGonagall too, let her class mingle and chat, or in the case of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger stare off into nothingness, as there friends chatted at them.
"Well I guess I can see why you like her Harry, if you look at her sideways and with one eye closed she looks kind of pretty, what do you think, Theodore?"
"I agree love (sorry had to put that in there, laugh), so what do you see in the Gryfindor, Harry?" No answer so Theodore went on, "I guess she's is very intelligent."
"Brave, obviously."
"Loyal."
"Yes, she did save our dear friend, Harry here, isn't that right, Harry? Harry?"
Theodore shook Harry.
"Huh?"
"We were just speaking of you love interest."
"What!? What are you talking about?"
"That Gryfindor you like."
"Hermione... what? No, she's just one of my best friends, along with you two of course."
"Uh, huh, really Harry."
"You can't fool us, we've known you for seven years."
"So."
Across the classroom.
"Well I guess he is rather handsome, his eyes yes, but I don't like his hair."
"I agree there, it looks like a rats nest."
"But so does Hermione's."
Hermione looked over at the sound of her name, from her friends lips.
"What's like mine?"
"You and your lover boys hair."
"Okay, back up that train, loverboy? Who's that?"
"Why your Slytherin darling."
"WHAT, uh.. I don't think so, are you kidding me? He's just one of my best friends, well and you two."
"Look Kris, she's denieing it."
"That's to be expected Erica, she hasn't let it hit her yet."
"You," Hermione sputtered, "Both of you are out of your minds."
"So you say now."
The class ended, Professor McGonagall calling the completely out of it Head Students to stay behind a moment.
"Professor?" they both got out.
"I suggest the both of you go to Professor Snape for a hangover Potion, no," she smiled, "Don't this way you get to suffer and you won't lose points from me this your final day of classes."
'Wow! McGonagall let us off the hook!' was the only thing going through there minds, besides, 'How'd she know?'
The rest of the day was filled with nothingness as well, well nothing besides Snape's usual sneerings before lunch.
Friday Night-The End of Year Feast.
"Another year at Hogwarts has come and gone and this particular year has been a very eventful one. Slytherin yet again won the House and Quidditich Cups, Congratulations Professor Snape and his Slytherin House.
Voldemort was vanquished, letting us now live in peace, in that battle we lost many fine young men and woman, Neville Longbottom, Hannah Abbot, Terry Boot......... We also lost many Professors, Igor Vyshaslavovich Kozlov, Sybil Trelawnry, Joanna Spinstra, a former Professor here, Remus John Lupin..... Now could we please have a moment of silence for those who honorable sacraficed themselvs for our cause of peace." After one minute of total silence, in which a pin drop could have been heard in the Great Hall, he continued, "Now, if you will, raise your goblets in honor of the dead."
The Hall did so. "Thank you, I hope all returning students have a wonderful summer and all out going seventh years, the best of luck in your lives beyond Hogwarts, You may now, DIG IN."
The next afternoon, Platform Nine and Three Quarters, after saying there good byes to there other friends, Harry and Hermione caught up with eachother.
"Thank you for a great year, despite the tragedies," Harry told her.
"I agree with that." He stuck out his hand, the shook, before she pulled him into a hug, "Good Luck at Auror training."
"Good Luck at the ministry." She kissed him on the cheek (Yes GOF ripoff).
"See you in three years?"
"Yeah."
And the two went there seperate ways, Harry apparating from the spot to the ministry, Hermione out of King's Cross to the street and the awaiting car a family member left for her to take home.
Now Do you want more? Or shall I leave it here? Review, one and all to let me know, if not this shall most likely be the finale of my fanfiction writings.
"Yeah."