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Chapter three...living together, sort of
Harry and Hermione followed her down the Great Hall and into the entrance hall. She went along the same path to get to Gryffindor Tower, but instead of taking a right at the staircases, she turned left down a corridor Harry had never been down before. It was brightly lit and had paintings lining the corridor. Suddenly, she stopped in front a painting of a group of a wizards drinking and laughing loudly. When they saw Proffessor McGonagall, they all hushed up at once. Then one spoke.
"Ahhh, my dear lady. For what do we owe this pleasant visit?" the largest one of them asked. Then he saw Harry and Hermione."Oh, new Heads i see, well, can you tell me the password?" he asked them.
"Wilanot,"replied Proffessor McGonagall.
"Yes, yes, of course!" And he swung forward to let them in.
They were greeted by a common room that looked much like the Gryffindor common room, only much smaller. There was a fireplace on one wall, with one couch and two armchairs surrounding it. It was decked out in red and gold to represent Gryffindor and had a comforting feeling about it.There were two stairways that were located on each end of the fireplace.
"The one on the right is yours, Mr.Potter. There is one bed and a bathroom connecting your room to Mrs.Granger's room. In each of your rooms, there is a painting that leads to the rooms of each of the seventh year Gryffindor students dormitories. In your room Potter, there will be a painting of a man on a horse, just like the one in your old dormitory. And in your's Mrs.Granger, there is a painting a a woman and her cat. You will find that you also have access to the hall where Dumbledore's office is located behind that door,"she pointed the the door behind Harry before continuing. "You will each be expected to follow the rules just like the other students. However, you are to roam the halls after 9:00 until 9:30 every evening except on weekends to make sure all students are in bed. You will be meeting with the prefects to plan celebrations through out the year, including the graduation celebration and are allowed to plan a Christmas Ball. You are also allowed to take away points from other students, considering your position. But if you abuse this privlige, it will be taken away. I think that is it for now. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask." She stopped and smiled at the two of them. "You know, Lily and James were Head Boy and Girl in their day," she said, looking at Harry. " I'm sure they would be proud of you."
Then she bid them goodnight and walked through the painting back into the hall. Harry could hear the men in the painting greeting her as she left.
"Do come-hic- back my fair one-hic!" hiccupped one of them.
"So.."said Hermione. She was looking around the common room with a small smile. But then it was replaced with a worried look. "This will be weird, you know, living here, instead of our old dormitories..not that i don't want to, it's just, different i guess..."
"Yeah, it will be weird not listening to Neville's snores and Ron complaining..."said Harry.
"Oh yeah, what was up with him and Lavender at the feast? I didn't know they fancied each other..."
"Well, i knew he liked her a little, but i didn't know it was going to turn into something," he said.
Hermione nodded and then turned to her staircase. "Well, I think I'm going to bed. Are you going to see Ron first, or head up?" she asked, looking at him.
" I think i might go see Ron for a little bit and then go to bed, you know, see what he's up to.."
"Alright. Well, goodnight Harry," she yawned.
"Night Mione, " said Harry, also yawning, turning to his staircase. He would like very much to go to bed, but he wanted to talk to Ron and see what he was up to.Walking up to his dormitory, he went over to the painting. Stopping in front of it, he realized he didn't know the password. Just as he was about to go back downstairs and take the long way, Hermione opened his door. "The password is ' fizz bee'. I figured you wouldn't know, so i asked McGonagall before she left."
Harry smiled."Thanks, I was about to have to take the long way." She grinned and closed the door. Harry turned to the painting and said "fizz bee." As it swung open, he muttered "thank god for Hermione" and stepped through the hole to find Ron, Neville, Seamus, and Dean having an enoumous pillow fight. But the boys weren't using only two pillows. They had bewitched some others to fly around and hit the opponets head while the other gave him a good smack around the middle, causing the other to double from the impact on his stomache. When Harry walked in, they all turned to look at him.Ron seemed shocked to see Harry come out of nowhere.
"WHERE THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU COME FROM?" he asked, stopping the war which he was having with Seamus. Harry couldn't help but laugh when he saw the look on his face and especially when Ron was hit over the head with a pillow thrown from Seamus. He was thrown on the floor as a small cry escaped from him as he fell.
"Harry's Head Boy Ron, he gets his own room, which apparently is connected to here somehow,"said Dean.
"How did you know that?" asked Neville.
"Last year when Jason was Head Boy for Hufflepuff, he got drunk at the party Hufflepuff had when they won the quidditch match aganist Ravenclaw and me and Seamus had to bring him to his room. His room was connected just like Harry's is to ours."replied Dean.
" OH yeah, i remember that.." said Seamus, a look of comprehension dawning on his face."He was so drunk that when we got to his room, he accused me and Dean for kidnapping and told us he would have us arrested..the bloke. " He paid for his time explaining when Ron came up off the floor and wacked Seamus in the stomache with his pillow.
"OOOFFF!"
"Ah ha! See the next time you mess with Ron Weasley!" Ron yelled in a triumph voice. Then he turned to Harry." You, know, you could take advantage of that private bedroom mate, " he said grinning.
"Ron, i can see the wheels in your head turning and i don't like the looks of it. Besides, i'll probably be in here more than i am in there.." said Harry in a serious voice, although a smile was playing upon his face.
"Oh no you won't, not with Hermione Granger right across the hall, or at least i wouldn't be.. i mean, you can't ignore the fact that she is now one hot babe..."said Seamus, getting off the floor, his hair rumbled.
"Hey, watch your mouth!" said Ron and Harry.
"Sorry, didnt' know you two had feelings for her! i'll back off!" he held his hands up in a defensive way, as if Ron and Harry were about to start swinging at him.
"We don't, it's just, Hermione's our friend, and since when do you like her?"asked Ron. Harry didn't say anything. He knew he didn't like her, but that didn't give Seamus the right to like her. Wait, he told himself, just stop it. You just don't want her hurt. But he couldn't ignore the fact that he had become somewhat jealous when Seamus had mentioned her...
"I don't like her," said Seamus, who seemed realived that Ron and Harry weren't going to pound him into a pulp."But you have to admit, she has changed over the past year."
"Well, that doesn't give you the right to talk about her like that,"said Ron, grabbin his pillow off the floor and going over to his bed.
"Hey Harry, if you have your own room, then why is there an extra bed?"asked Neville.
"I dunno- i guess it's for me if i want to stay in here a night or two." said Harry.
"Oh, okay then," he seemed satisified with this answer and then crawled into bed.
"You know you're always welcome here Harry, as long as you don't try to tell us when to go to bed or anything," said Ron, now changing into his pajammas.
"Ha ha. You know this badge isn't going to change anything except give me a reason to dock points from Malfoy and his tag along pieces of fat,"said Harry.
The boys laughed as they finished gettin ready for bed. By the time they were ready for sleep, Harry made his way back to his own room, feeling realived that his room was close to his old room. After he changed into his pajammas, Harry made his way into the bathroom to brush his teeth. As he opened the door, he was greeted by a bathroom much like the one the prefects had. The walls were white, with tall windows that reached from the ceiling to the floor. White curtains hung over the windows, which ran along one side of the room. A huge sink was on one wall and oppisite that was a georgous bath tub that looked like the one that was also in the prefects bathroom. The only thing Harry could think that was different was the shower that was located next to the wall of towels near the sink. Hermione, who had already beat him to the bathroom, smiled at him when he entered, a mouth full of toothpaste covering her teeth, but harry was more concentrated on what she was wearing.She had on a pair of short gray shorts and a white tank top that showed the smallest bit of skin below her belly button and her hair pulled into a messy bun to keep the hair out of her eyes. Harry tried not to stare as he made his way over to the sink. She grinned at Harry when she finished and Harry couldn't help but notice she still had some toothpaste on her chin. Harry started to laugh at her, but stopped when he saw she looked hurt.
"What?" she asked, looking confused that he was laughing at her.
"You have something right there-" and he reached over and whiped the toothpaste from her face.
"Oh, thanks."she smiled at him, and then turned and walked into her bedroom. "Night Harry!" she called as she shut her door.
Harry stood a second longer, remembering the feel of her skin on his fingers, and then alomost slapped himself. He shouldn't be thinking of Hermione in that way, she was only his friend. He would have to get over himself and his confused feelings if he was going to be living this close to her. Shaking himself of these feelings, he continued to brush his teeth and then headed back to his bedroom where he feel asleep almost as soon as he hit the sheets.
thanks guys, and dont forget to review. Even if it's a 'good job', it still means alot to know someone reads it!
Ashton
thanks guys for reviewing! i really appreciate it! you all keep me coming with the chapters!
thanks to
queequegg
jonesie 1
wildgoldowl
amy diane
Hinote Kitsune Nikore
TobiasAlthor for reviewing chapter two..how you enjoy this one too! well, here it is:
Chapter three...living together, sort of
Harry and Hermione followed her down the Great Hall and into the entrance hall. She went along the same path to get to Gryffindor Tower, but instead of taking a right at the staircases, she turned left down a corridor Harry had never been down before. It was brightly lit and had paintings lining the corridor. Suddenly, she stopped in front a painting of a group of a wizards drinking and laughing loudly. When they saw Proffessor McGonagall, they all hushed up at once. Then one spoke.
"Ahhh, my dear lady. For what do we owe this pleasant visit?" the largest one of them asked. Then he saw Harry and Hermione."Oh, new Heads i see, well, can you tell me the password?" he asked them.
"Wilanot,"replied Proffessor McGonagall.
"Yes, yes, of course!" And he swung forward to let them in.
They were greeted by a common room that looked much like the Gryffindor common room, only much smaller. There was a fireplace on one wall, with one couch and two armchairs surrounding it. It was decked out in red and gold to represent Gryffindor and had a comforting feeling about it.There were two stairways that were located on each end of the fireplace.
"The one on the right is yours, Mr.Potter. There is one bed and a bathroom connecting your room to Mrs.Granger's room. In each of your rooms, there is a painting that leads to the rooms of each of the seventh year Gryffindor students dormitories. In your room Potter, there will be a painting of a man on a horse, just like the one in your old dormitory. And in your's Mrs.Granger, there is a painting a a woman and her cat. You will find that you also have access to the hall where Dumbledore's office is located behind that door,"she pointed the the door behind Harry before continuing. "You will each be expected to follow the rules just like the other students. However, you are to roam the halls after 9:00 until 9:30 every evening except on weekends to make sure all students are in bed. You will be meeting with the prefects to plan celebrations through out the year, including the graduation celebration and are allowed to plan a Christmas Ball. You are also allowed to take away points from other students, considering your position. But if you abuse this privlige, it will be taken away. I think that is it for now. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask." She stopped and smiled at the two of them. "You know, Lily and James were Head Boy and Girl in their day," she said, looking at Harry. " I'm sure they would be proud of you."
Then she bid them goodnight and walked through the painting back into the hall. Harry could hear the men in the painting greeting her as she left.
"Do come-hic- back my fair one-hic!" hiccupped one of them.
"So.."said Hermione. She was looking around the common room with a small smile. But then it was replaced with a worried look. "This will be weird, you know, living here, instead of our old dormitories..not that i don't want to, it's just, different i guess..."
"Yeah, it will be weird not listening to Neville's snores and Ron complaining..."said Harry.
"Oh yeah, what was up with him and Lavender at the feast? I didn't know they fancied each other..."
"Well, i knew he liked her a little, but i didn't know it was going to turn into something," he said.
Hermione nodded and then turned to her staircase. "Well, I think I'm going to bed. Are you going to see Ron first, or head up?" she asked, looking at him.
" I think i might go see Ron for a little bit and then go to bed, you know, see what he's up to.."
"Alright. Well, goodnight Harry," she yawned.
"Night Mione, " said Harry, also yawning, turning to his staircase. He would like very much to go to bed, but he wanted to talk to Ron and see what he was up to.Walking up to his dormitory, he went over to the painting. Stopping in front of it, he realized he didn't know the password. Just as he was about to go back downstairs and take the long way, Hermione opened his door. "The password is ' fizz bee'. I figured you wouldn't know, so i asked McGonagall before she left."
Harry smiled."Thanks, I was about to have to take the long way." She grinned and closed the door. Harry turned to the painting and said "fizz bee." As it swung open, he muttered "thank god for Hermione" and stepped through the hole to find Ron, Neville, Seamus, and Dean having an enoumous pillow fight. But the boys weren't using only two pillows. They had bewitched some others to fly around and hit the opponets head while the other gave him a good smack around the middle, causing the other to double from the impact on his stomache. When Harry walked in, they all turned to look at him.Ron seemed shocked to see Harry come out of nowhere.
"WHERE THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU COME FROM?" he asked, stopping the war which he was having with Seamus. Harry couldn't help but laugh when he saw the look on his face and especially when Ron was hit over the head with a pillow thrown from Seamus. He was thrown on the floor as a small cry escaped from him as he fell.
"Harry's Head Boy Ron, he gets his own room, which apparently is connected to here somehow,"said Dean.
"How did you know that?" asked Neville.
"Last year when Jason was Head Boy for Hufflepuff, he got drunk at the party Hufflepuff had when they won the quidditch match aganist Ravenclaw and me and Seamus had to bring him to his room. His room was connected just like Harry's is to ours."replied Dean.
" OH yeah, i remember that.." said Seamus, a look of comprehension dawning on his face."He was so drunk that when we got to his room, he accused me and Dean for kidnapping and told us he would have us arrested..the bloke. " He paid for his time explaining when Ron came up off the floor and wacked Seamus in the stomache with his pillow.
"OOOFFF!"
"Ah ha! See the next time you mess with Ron Weasley!" Ron yelled in a triumph voice. Then he turned to Harry." You, know, you could take advantage of that private bedroom mate, " he said grinning.
"Ron, i can see the wheels in your head turning and i don't like the looks of it. Besides, i'll probably be in here more than i am in there.." said Harry in a serious voice, although a smile was playing upon his face.
"Oh no you won't, not with Hermione Granger right across the hall, or at least i wouldn't be.. i mean, you can't ignore the fact that she is now one hot babe..."said Seamus, getting off the floor, his hair rumbled.
"Hey, watch your mouth!" said Ron and Harry.
"Sorry, didnt' know you two had feelings for her! i'll back off!" he held his hands up in a defensive way, as if Ron and Harry were about to start swinging at him.
"We don't, it's just, Hermione's our friend, and since when do you like her?"asked Ron. Harry didn't say anything. He knew he didn't like her, but that didn't give Seamus the right to like her. Wait, he told himself, just stop it. You just don't want her hurt. But he couldn't ignore the fact that he had become somewhat jealous when Seamus had mentioned her...
"I don't like her," said Seamus, who seemed realived that Ron and Harry weren't going to pound him into a pulp."But you have to admit, she has changed over the past year."
"Well, that doesn't give you the right to talk about her like that,"said Ron, grabbin his pillow off the floor and going over to his bed.
"Hey Harry, if you have your own room, then why is there an extra bed?"asked Neville.
"I dunno- i guess it's for me if i want to stay in here a night or two." said Harry.
"Oh, okay then," he seemed satisified with this answer and then crawled into bed.
"You know you're always welcome here Harry, as long as you don't try to tell us when to go to bed or anything," said Ron, now changing into his pajammas.
"Ha ha. You know this badge isn't going to change anything except give me a reason to dock points from Malfoy and his tag along pieces of fat,"said Harry.
The boys laughed as they finished gettin ready for bed. By the time they were ready for sleep, Harry made his way back to his own room, feeling realived that his room was close to his old room. After he changed into his pajammas, Harry made his way into the bathroom to brush his teeth. As he opened the door, he was greeted by a bathroom much like the one the prefects had. The walls were white, with tall windows that reached from the ceiling to the floor. White curtains hung over the windows, which ran along one side of the room. A huge sink was on one wall and oppisite that was a georgous bath tub that looked like the one that was also in the prefects bathroom. The only thing Harry could think that was different was the shower that was located next to the wall of towels near the sink. Hermione, who had already beat him to the bathroom, smiled at him when he entered, a mouth full of toothpaste covering her teeth, but harry was more concentrated on what she was wearing.She had on a pair of short gray shorts and a white tank top that showed the smallest bit of skin below her belly button and her hair pulled into a messy bun to keep the hair out of her eyes. Harry tried not to stare as he made his way over to the sink. She grinned at Harry when she finished and Harry couldn't help but notice she still had some toothpaste on her chin. Harry started to laugh at her, but stopped when he saw she looked hurt.
"What?" she asked, looking confused that he was laughing at her.
"You have something right there-" and he reached over and whiped the toothpaste from her face.
"Oh, thanks."she smiled at him, and then turned and walked into her bedroom. "Night Harry!" she called as she shut her door.
Harry stood a second longer, remembering the feel of her skin on his fingers, and then alomost slapped himself. He shouldn't be thinking of Hermione in that way, she was only his friend. He would have to get over himself and his confused feelings if he was going to be living this close to her. Shaking himself of these feelings, he continued to brush his teeth and then headed back to his bedroom where he feel asleep almost as soon as he hit the sheets.
thanks guys, and dont forget to review. Even if it's a 'good job', it still means alot to know someone reads it!
Ashton