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Draco: Say what? Angelfire1589: That I don't own the story. Draco: What story? Angelfire1589: The story I'm writing a fanfic on. Draco: Ahhh. You're writing a story? Angelfire1589: xx ( sighs ) dumbass.
Chapter 3: Ron
Breakfast ended, and they separated to go to their own classes. Ginny to her 6th year potions. Ron to his divination class. Harry and Hermione to their defense of the dark arts class. As they separated Ron gave Hermione a smile, and gave Harry the I'm going to break every bone in your body look. Hermione noticed it but said nothing Ron was out of earshot.
"What was that all about?" she asked Harry.
He shrugged. "No clue." He replied as they reached their first class of the day.
Hermione's POV
I sat down in between Harry and Dean. Draco was in back of me with Prissy and the 2 Gargoyles. Pansy sat there chattering away. While Draco sat there pretending to be interested. He'd told me earlier in the year, that he hated Pansy. Mainly cause she was a slut and she talked to damn much.
I smiled at Draco. Then I looked at Pansy and rolled my eyes. He coughed covering a laugh. He then smiled one of his famous smiles. My heart did a summersault. I turned around and started digging through my bag. A note fell out. Hmmm. That wasn't there before. I picked it up. The note was from Ron. Notes from Ron weren't weird or unusual. Usually, unless they were hidden. I opened the note. It looked long, and serious. I started to read it to myself.
Hermione,
I stayed up all last night writing this for you. You see I can't stop thinking about you I haven't bee able to since 5th year. That day when you kissed me, it was like you put a spell on me. I know for you it probably meant nothing, but for me it meant the world, heavens and the stars. The note want on and on expressing how he felt about me. A few parts of it were sweet. Most of it was just plain creepy. The end was a mixture of both. In simple saying, the only way to express how much I love you (I shuddered to myself.) is in a poem.
Love is like a flower. It blossoms, grows and dies. My love for you has surpassed the flower. Past the skies into eternity. Where I think of you every moment, minute and hour.
That was too much. I folded up the note and shoved in my pocket. "What?" Harry whispered. Class had already started by the time I had finished. I shook my head. "Nothing... its nothing." I whispered back. I spent the rest of the class fidgeting. Knowing next period Ron would be in my class. Draco must've noticed, because when I turned around at one pint to give back papers. He gave me a questioning look.
The bell rung for next class, and I slowly packed up my things. Draco and I were the last ones out of the class. Harry had offered to wait, but I'd told him not to. When I finished packing up my stuff Draco was still waiting there for me. "I didn't have to wait for me." I said swinging my backpack over my shoulder. "I needed sometime to think." "About whom. Might I ask?" he said. "How do you know I was thinking about somebody?" I asked him. He shrugged. "Hang around Pansy to much I guess. Usually when she fidgets like that she's think about someone. Usually a guy." I looked at for a moment. Then retorted. "And me and Pansy are alike how?" he thought that over for a moment. Then raised his hands in defeat. We had finally reached their next class. 7th year potions. Where always sat with Ron and Harry. I had made up my mind. I would pretend I never got the note and dodge being alone with Ron. I sat on the opposite side of Harry. Farthest from Ron. I barely got through the class. Snape made his usual comments at Harry, and Draco acted stuck up. (Draco had told her that it was all in act. Except for his insults toward potter. He had to act this way or else he got in trouble by his father.) I still didn't like it, but what could you do when your father is Lucius Malfroy? But the worst part of it all was Ron's constant staring. Every time I looked over he was goggling at me. It made me twitch. The bell rang at last. I gathered up my things and rushed out of the class. But did a u-turn when I realized I'd forgotten my not book. As I turned the corner to the classroom I slammed full force in to Ron.
Cliffhanger!! Mwahahah! ( Clears throat) sorry. Next chapter will be up soon. That's a promise. See read review. Bye!
Draco: Say what? Angelfire1589: That I don't own the story. Draco: What story? Angelfire1589: The story I'm writing a fanfic on. Draco: Ahhh. You're writing a story? Angelfire1589: xx ( sighs ) dumbass.
Chapter 3: Ron
Breakfast ended, and they separated to go to their own classes. Ginny to her 6th year potions. Ron to his divination class. Harry and Hermione to their defense of the dark arts class. As they separated Ron gave Hermione a smile, and gave Harry the I'm going to break every bone in your body look. Hermione noticed it but said nothing Ron was out of earshot.
"What was that all about?" she asked Harry.
He shrugged. "No clue." He replied as they reached their first class of the day.
Hermione's POV
I sat down in between Harry and Dean. Draco was in back of me with Prissy and the 2 Gargoyles. Pansy sat there chattering away. While Draco sat there pretending to be interested. He'd told me earlier in the year, that he hated Pansy. Mainly cause she was a slut and she talked to damn much.
I smiled at Draco. Then I looked at Pansy and rolled my eyes. He coughed covering a laugh. He then smiled one of his famous smiles. My heart did a summersault. I turned around and started digging through my bag. A note fell out. Hmmm. That wasn't there before. I picked it up. The note was from Ron. Notes from Ron weren't weird or unusual. Usually, unless they were hidden. I opened the note. It looked long, and serious. I started to read it to myself.
Hermione,
I stayed up all last night writing this for you. You see I can't stop thinking about you I haven't bee able to since 5th year. That day when you kissed me, it was like you put a spell on me. I know for you it probably meant nothing, but for me it meant the world, heavens and the stars. The note want on and on expressing how he felt about me. A few parts of it were sweet. Most of it was just plain creepy. The end was a mixture of both. In simple saying, the only way to express how much I love you (I shuddered to myself.) is in a poem.
Love is like a flower. It blossoms, grows and dies. My love for you has surpassed the flower. Past the skies into eternity. Where I think of you every moment, minute and hour.
That was too much. I folded up the note and shoved in my pocket. "What?" Harry whispered. Class had already started by the time I had finished. I shook my head. "Nothing... its nothing." I whispered back. I spent the rest of the class fidgeting. Knowing next period Ron would be in my class. Draco must've noticed, because when I turned around at one pint to give back papers. He gave me a questioning look.
The bell rung for next class, and I slowly packed up my things. Draco and I were the last ones out of the class. Harry had offered to wait, but I'd told him not to. When I finished packing up my stuff Draco was still waiting there for me. "I didn't have to wait for me." I said swinging my backpack over my shoulder. "I needed sometime to think." "About whom. Might I ask?" he said. "How do you know I was thinking about somebody?" I asked him. He shrugged. "Hang around Pansy to much I guess. Usually when she fidgets like that she's think about someone. Usually a guy." I looked at for a moment. Then retorted. "And me and Pansy are alike how?" he thought that over for a moment. Then raised his hands in defeat. We had finally reached their next class. 7th year potions. Where always sat with Ron and Harry. I had made up my mind. I would pretend I never got the note and dodge being alone with Ron. I sat on the opposite side of Harry. Farthest from Ron. I barely got through the class. Snape made his usual comments at Harry, and Draco acted stuck up. (Draco had told her that it was all in act. Except for his insults toward potter. He had to act this way or else he got in trouble by his father.) I still didn't like it, but what could you do when your father is Lucius Malfroy? But the worst part of it all was Ron's constant staring. Every time I looked over he was goggling at me. It made me twitch. The bell rang at last. I gathered up my things and rushed out of the class. But did a u-turn when I realized I'd forgotten my not book. As I turned the corner to the classroom I slammed full force in to Ron.
Cliffhanger!! Mwahahah! ( Clears throat) sorry. Next chapter will be up soon. That's a promise. See read review. Bye!