Chapter 4 everyone...I really hope you like it! It reminds me of certain experiences...(wink wink) haha please REVIEW!!! And be BRUTAL!
Ron, Harry, and Hermione were just leaving Herbology as they heard Draco Malfoy come up behind them, close enough so that they could hear his loud, intended-to-be-overheard whisper. "I've heard that Potter," he spat the name like an insect that had suddenly crawled into his mouth, "is failing Herbology...what an idiot! Anyone can pass Herbology!" Crabbe and Goyle guffawed at Malfoy's comment, which wasn't funny at all, actually, but being the loyal cronies, it's their job. Malfoy walked off, snickering.
Harry swallowed hard but kept going. Ron and Hermione were so taken aback by the lack of reaction that they actually stopped walking. Harry took a long, angry breath, then turned around to face him, his face flushed from annoyance. "I'm too tired to deal with it, okay? And it's also a lie, so for this one time, I'm not going to give him the pleasure of getting to me."
Ron and Hermione exchanged an extremely surprised look, but started walking again. "You alright, mate?" Ron asked, slightly concerned. "Not get enough sleep last night?"
Harry sighed again. "It's Cho. She's driving me insane. I don't know if she likes me anymore...and I don't know if I can be around her anymore...but I'm afraid of loosing her."
"Oh, Harry!" Hermione laughed a little. "Cho is crazy about you. Sometimes I stop and talk to her in the halls, or in the library I run into her and the very first thing she asks me about is YOU!"
Harry's jaw dropped so far that Ron thought it might fall off. "Really??" he asked, in an excited, love struck voice. "She really does that?"
Hermione laughed again and said very firmly, "Yes. She's in love with you, Harry."
As Harry started floating off in his cloud of lust, Ron laughed as well and said, "You really do know when someone needs to hear something, Hermione. Except for when you start telling me off about Potions."
Hermione smiled and replied, "Well, you needed that too. I can't let you fail Potions on my watch. Or any other subject, for that matter."
Ron blushed at this sudden, but subtle act of affection. She cared if he failed. She cared about his grades. She cared if he failed Potions. Realizing that such statements usually expect an act of gratitude, or at least a thank you in return, he said, "Er – well, thanks, Hermione."
Suddenly she reached up and kissed him on the cheek. "Anytime, Ron. I've got to get to Muggle Studies, though. I'll see you at lunch." As she walked away she looked back at his stunned face and smiled, but kept walking.
She kissed him. On the cheek, but who cares??? She kissed him. She liked him. At least a little. Or was he making more out of this than it was?
Ron, Harry, and Hermione were just leaving Herbology as they heard Draco Malfoy come up behind them, close enough so that they could hear his loud, intended-to-be-overheard whisper. "I've heard that Potter," he spat the name like an insect that had suddenly crawled into his mouth, "is failing Herbology...what an idiot! Anyone can pass Herbology!" Crabbe and Goyle guffawed at Malfoy's comment, which wasn't funny at all, actually, but being the loyal cronies, it's their job. Malfoy walked off, snickering.
Harry swallowed hard but kept going. Ron and Hermione were so taken aback by the lack of reaction that they actually stopped walking. Harry took a long, angry breath, then turned around to face him, his face flushed from annoyance. "I'm too tired to deal with it, okay? And it's also a lie, so for this one time, I'm not going to give him the pleasure of getting to me."
Ron and Hermione exchanged an extremely surprised look, but started walking again. "You alright, mate?" Ron asked, slightly concerned. "Not get enough sleep last night?"
Harry sighed again. "It's Cho. She's driving me insane. I don't know if she likes me anymore...and I don't know if I can be around her anymore...but I'm afraid of loosing her."
"Oh, Harry!" Hermione laughed a little. "Cho is crazy about you. Sometimes I stop and talk to her in the halls, or in the library I run into her and the very first thing she asks me about is YOU!"
Harry's jaw dropped so far that Ron thought it might fall off. "Really??" he asked, in an excited, love struck voice. "She really does that?"
Hermione laughed again and said very firmly, "Yes. She's in love with you, Harry."
As Harry started floating off in his cloud of lust, Ron laughed as well and said, "You really do know when someone needs to hear something, Hermione. Except for when you start telling me off about Potions."
Hermione smiled and replied, "Well, you needed that too. I can't let you fail Potions on my watch. Or any other subject, for that matter."
Ron blushed at this sudden, but subtle act of affection. She cared if he failed. She cared about his grades. She cared if he failed Potions. Realizing that such statements usually expect an act of gratitude, or at least a thank you in return, he said, "Er – well, thanks, Hermione."
Suddenly she reached up and kissed him on the cheek. "Anytime, Ron. I've got to get to Muggle Studies, though. I'll see you at lunch." As she walked away she looked back at his stunned face and smiled, but kept walking.
She kissed him. On the cheek, but who cares??? She kissed him. She liked him. At least a little. Or was he making more out of this than it was?