Chapter 8
A/N – Sorry about the delay getting this chapter up, I had some serious
writers block and was unable to connect the two chapters that I had
planned. Hope you like this chapter.
- Silentchild10
Harry walked through the hallways silently, with Ron and Hermione trailing behind him speaking to each other in hushed voices. When the trio reached the DADA classroom they found their professor dressed in bright muggle athletic clothes punching at a dummy, with punches that would break bones on humans. Buffy noticed the trio, and immediately stopped what she was doing, before whirling around the face the students.
With a quick glance Buffy noticed that Harry, Ron, and Hermione were still wearing their school robes. With a frown Buffy said, "When you come to these classes, wear muggle clothing. It's much easier to move around in for fighting. It's a good thing you'll only be learning the basics of punching today...now what I would like you to do is make a fist."
Ron was called out, and told that the thumb had to outside of the fist, for the punch to be effective, and to make sure that the thumb isn't broken. Buffy quickly explained about the different punches, and the way in which you can put extra power into the hit. After an hour of practicing and learning about punching, Buffy had the trio run around the castle with her, keeping at an even pace in out of the way places where they wouldn't be seen.
Walking up, Ron complained to his two friends about the work they had had to do, with Hermione admonishing him about how useful the lessons would prove to be. Harry walked silently ahead of his two bickering friends, tired but enjoying the feeling. His mind lingered on their new professor, the bouncy personality she used to cover the sadness that existed inside of her. Crawling through the portrait into the Gryffindor common room, Harry averted his eyes from the bright bold colors that draped the room. Maybe he should have listened to the sorting hat and allowed himself to be put into Slytherin house. He didn't belong in Gryffindor, where everyone was too loud and bold ... too innocent. Slytherin with its deliberate calculations and silent personality would have suited him better. Even Ravenclaw would have worked home of the logical, their heads buried in their books would have been better then here. The Gryffindor tower was no longer the home he longed for. He had started drifting away from what this place represented after the death of Cedric. With the death of Sirius, Harry had lost all hope for a real family and was no longer a true Gryffindor, and preferred to keep the company of books and his thoughts.
He was drifting from his friends, no matter how unbreakable their bond was, it was weakening. Ron and Hermione were always with each other, bickering about studying and being a couple, they had grown closer together leaving the trio that had once been so famous behind. Harry had no doubt that the two would come to him if he needed it, and would follow him on his adventures...but they no longer were able to hang out as young children anymore, because Harry no longer held any childish thoughts. The little childhood that he had been able to grab had left quick, leaving the boy bitter and hardened over what fate had ordained for him.
Harry watched as Ron said and kissed Hermione goodnight, before calling down to her to say goodnight to the young lady, who had changed so much and still retained her love for learning. Ron walked up the stairs, clapping him on the back before rambling on about his love for Hermione. When they reached the top of the stairs, Ron's face became serious and he asked a question that Harry would have never expected to come.
"Do you think if I asked Hermione to marry me, she would say yes?" Ron's voice quavered with fear at the thought of the pain rejection from Hermione would cause.
Harry was only able to look sharply at his friend before telling the young boy, that Hermione loved him and she wanted to marry the redhead, the only question was if Hermione would marry so soon out of school. Harry knew that the brushy haired girl was looking forward to working as a researcher and might want to set that job up before marrying. Harry suggested that Ron tell her the engagement could last awhile for their lives to be set up before they married.
Ron looked thoughtful with this advice, before smiling joyfully and asking, "Harry you know what Hermione would like. Can you help me pick out an engagement ring for her!" Harry just nodded before the two walked into the room and going to sleep.
- Silentchild10
Harry walked through the hallways silently, with Ron and Hermione trailing behind him speaking to each other in hushed voices. When the trio reached the DADA classroom they found their professor dressed in bright muggle athletic clothes punching at a dummy, with punches that would break bones on humans. Buffy noticed the trio, and immediately stopped what she was doing, before whirling around the face the students.
With a quick glance Buffy noticed that Harry, Ron, and Hermione were still wearing their school robes. With a frown Buffy said, "When you come to these classes, wear muggle clothing. It's much easier to move around in for fighting. It's a good thing you'll only be learning the basics of punching today...now what I would like you to do is make a fist."
Ron was called out, and told that the thumb had to outside of the fist, for the punch to be effective, and to make sure that the thumb isn't broken. Buffy quickly explained about the different punches, and the way in which you can put extra power into the hit. After an hour of practicing and learning about punching, Buffy had the trio run around the castle with her, keeping at an even pace in out of the way places where they wouldn't be seen.
Walking up, Ron complained to his two friends about the work they had had to do, with Hermione admonishing him about how useful the lessons would prove to be. Harry walked silently ahead of his two bickering friends, tired but enjoying the feeling. His mind lingered on their new professor, the bouncy personality she used to cover the sadness that existed inside of her. Crawling through the portrait into the Gryffindor common room, Harry averted his eyes from the bright bold colors that draped the room. Maybe he should have listened to the sorting hat and allowed himself to be put into Slytherin house. He didn't belong in Gryffindor, where everyone was too loud and bold ... too innocent. Slytherin with its deliberate calculations and silent personality would have suited him better. Even Ravenclaw would have worked home of the logical, their heads buried in their books would have been better then here. The Gryffindor tower was no longer the home he longed for. He had started drifting away from what this place represented after the death of Cedric. With the death of Sirius, Harry had lost all hope for a real family and was no longer a true Gryffindor, and preferred to keep the company of books and his thoughts.
He was drifting from his friends, no matter how unbreakable their bond was, it was weakening. Ron and Hermione were always with each other, bickering about studying and being a couple, they had grown closer together leaving the trio that had once been so famous behind. Harry had no doubt that the two would come to him if he needed it, and would follow him on his adventures...but they no longer were able to hang out as young children anymore, because Harry no longer held any childish thoughts. The little childhood that he had been able to grab had left quick, leaving the boy bitter and hardened over what fate had ordained for him.
Harry watched as Ron said and kissed Hermione goodnight, before calling down to her to say goodnight to the young lady, who had changed so much and still retained her love for learning. Ron walked up the stairs, clapping him on the back before rambling on about his love for Hermione. When they reached the top of the stairs, Ron's face became serious and he asked a question that Harry would have never expected to come.
"Do you think if I asked Hermione to marry me, she would say yes?" Ron's voice quavered with fear at the thought of the pain rejection from Hermione would cause.
Harry was only able to look sharply at his friend before telling the young boy, that Hermione loved him and she wanted to marry the redhead, the only question was if Hermione would marry so soon out of school. Harry knew that the brushy haired girl was looking forward to working as a researcher and might want to set that job up before marrying. Harry suggested that Ron tell her the engagement could last awhile for their lives to be set up before they married.
Ron looked thoughtful with this advice, before smiling joyfully and asking, "Harry you know what Hermione would like. Can you help me pick out an engagement ring for her!" Harry just nodded before the two walked into the room and going to sleep.