Chapter 2: Harry's POV
Harry woke up Saturday morning with his head spinning. He felt exhausted and wanted to throw up. He glanced over to Ron's four-poster. The curtains were only partially drawn and Ron could be seen fast asleep on top bed and still in his Hogwarts robes. He lay diagonally and on his stomach with an arm hanging of the side. Harry chuckled quietly. Ron had never been much of a drinker, but then again, neither was he. Harry looked down at himself and realized that he too was still in his robes and was even still wearing his sneakers. His bed was also still made, though pretty messy. Harry looked around and realized that he and Ron were the only ones still in bed. He checked his wristwatch, which by now had left a red imprint on his arm. It read ten thirty-two. "Wow," he thought, "it's not that late...I suppose breakfast is almost over by now. Oh well, I'm not hungry anyway. I just want to throw up." He had a horrible taste in his mouth and left the room to go brush his teeth and take a shower. When Harry returned, with hair dripping wet, he noticed that Ron was stirring. He was now on his back and staring at the ceiling. Acknowledging Harry's presence, Ron spoke in a groggy voice. "What time is it?" he asked. Harry laughed. "It's like eleven." Ron groaned loudly. "Eleven? Ugh, it's so early!" Harry, now fully dressed, picked up his towel and started drying his hair furiously. "I know," he responded. "Just get up." "Why?" asked Ron. Harry looked at him almost bitterly. "Because if I have to get up you do too. Now come on, neither us have even started that goddamn potions paper." Ron let out another annoyed groan. Slowly, he brought himself out of bed and started trudging towards the door. "That was some party last night," he said as he approached Harry. Harry laughed. "Yeah, I know. I don't know what got into Hermione. I've never seen her drink so much." Ron chuckled in agreement. "Or break so many school rules. Hey, how many beers did you have?" Harry stopped to think, straining his memory as far back as it could go. "I have no idea," he said finally, "at least five, maybe six. I can't remember anything that happened last night? You?" Ron leaned on the doorway as if standing up was some great strain for him. "I don't know, like four, five at most- I think, but I don't remember much either except that it was Hermione who turned the water into beer." "Yeah," interjected Harry, "And it was Hermione who wanted to party in the first place." Harry picked up his bag, looking for some fresh roles of parchment. Ron nodded in agreement and started out the door. "Hey, who's idea was it to go skinny dipping in the lake?" he called back from outside the room. "Who knows," called Harry absentmindedly, still searching for fresh parchment. After a few seconds, however, he looked up suddenly and alert. "Wait," he said loudly, "what skinny dipping?!?!"
Once Harry and Ron were ready, they headed to the library to do their dreaded potions papers. The library was full. Apparently everyone had waited till the last minute to do their papers as well. Even the "perfect" Hermione Granger could be seen poring over huge books, taking frantic notes. Harry and Ron headed over to her casually. "Hey," they said quietly. Hermione looked up from her books. She looked tired and very stressed with red cheeks and puffy eyes. However, she looked otherwise content and smiled broadly as Harry and Ron approached. "Hi," she said as they sat down across from her.
Harry and Ron smiled at her in an amused sort of way. She stared at them oddly. "What?" she asked with a slight smile. Harry and Ron looked at each other as if conferring and then looked back at Hermione, shrugging. "Nothing," they said. "I see your back to your old self," said Harry quietly. Ron laughed. Hermione blushed slightly and then recovered. "Why, whatever do you mean Harry, as I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about," said Hermione, very innocently. Ron and Harry chuckled almost simultaneously. "Sure you don't," said Ron, "and last night was the normal way you spend your Friday evenings. I'll bet you usually end each day with a couple of beers." Hermione laughed. "No," she said, "Last night was special." Ron and Harry gazed at her with much curiosity. She continued. "Well, I was really stressed out. I mean, it's really hard keeping up perfect grades and well, that was just my way letting off a little steam." Ron and Harry nodded their heads. This was the "Hermione type" explanation that they were expecting. "Well, that's not all you let down," teased Ron. Hermione was briefly taken at back, then she smiled. "Oh, that reminds me. I was going to apologize to you Ron about last night. I totally didn't mean to sneak up on you like that in the water. I thought you were Harry." Ron looked confused. "Wait, when was this? Was it when we went skinny dipping?" Harry jumped. "We actually did that? I thought you were joking. Bloody hell!" Ron looked at Harry, then at Hermione. "What are you talking about Hermione?" he asked. Hermione looked surprised and alarmed. "Oh, nothing," she muttered, "Nothing important." Hermione quickly returned to her books and did not speak again. Harry and Ron shrugged and exchanged confused glances. They wondered what Hermione was talking about but decided to let the matter sit for a while as she was not inclined to talk. "Well," said Harry at last, "I guess we should get started on our papers." "Yeah," said Ron, still looking perplexed. "Yeah, I guess so." Harry and he rose from their seats and headed towards the aisles. They walked around for some time looking for the right books. Harry was lost in thought. Somehow he had started thinking about Cho Chang and his relationship with her, or rather, the lack-there-of a relationship. He knew he had to do something and after some moments, he had made up his mind. "I'm gonna do it," he exclaimed proudly. "Do what?" asked Ron. Harry leaned in and whispered. "I'm gonna ask Cho Chang to be my girlfriend. "Are you s- serious?" stuttered Ron. "Yep," answered Harry. "Harry!" exclaimed Ron. "Shhh!" Harry whispered back. "Sorry," said Ron in a loud whisper, "I can't believe that you're going to do that." "I have to," Harry whispered back, "If I wait any longer, I might lose the chance to ask her. She is graduating next year." Ron was about to say something but stopped himself when he noticed something. He motioned for Harry to look behind him. Harry turned and saw that at a nearby table sat a girl with long black hair. It was Cho. Harry gasped slightly and quickly headed for a different isle with Ron following him close by.
All right so that's chapter 2. Leave your comments as I like to read your input. Give me ideas if you like. I might just use them. Thanx. -vickie-
Harry woke up Saturday morning with his head spinning. He felt exhausted and wanted to throw up. He glanced over to Ron's four-poster. The curtains were only partially drawn and Ron could be seen fast asleep on top bed and still in his Hogwarts robes. He lay diagonally and on his stomach with an arm hanging of the side. Harry chuckled quietly. Ron had never been much of a drinker, but then again, neither was he. Harry looked down at himself and realized that he too was still in his robes and was even still wearing his sneakers. His bed was also still made, though pretty messy. Harry looked around and realized that he and Ron were the only ones still in bed. He checked his wristwatch, which by now had left a red imprint on his arm. It read ten thirty-two. "Wow," he thought, "it's not that late...I suppose breakfast is almost over by now. Oh well, I'm not hungry anyway. I just want to throw up." He had a horrible taste in his mouth and left the room to go brush his teeth and take a shower. When Harry returned, with hair dripping wet, he noticed that Ron was stirring. He was now on his back and staring at the ceiling. Acknowledging Harry's presence, Ron spoke in a groggy voice. "What time is it?" he asked. Harry laughed. "It's like eleven." Ron groaned loudly. "Eleven? Ugh, it's so early!" Harry, now fully dressed, picked up his towel and started drying his hair furiously. "I know," he responded. "Just get up." "Why?" asked Ron. Harry looked at him almost bitterly. "Because if I have to get up you do too. Now come on, neither us have even started that goddamn potions paper." Ron let out another annoyed groan. Slowly, he brought himself out of bed and started trudging towards the door. "That was some party last night," he said as he approached Harry. Harry laughed. "Yeah, I know. I don't know what got into Hermione. I've never seen her drink so much." Ron chuckled in agreement. "Or break so many school rules. Hey, how many beers did you have?" Harry stopped to think, straining his memory as far back as it could go. "I have no idea," he said finally, "at least five, maybe six. I can't remember anything that happened last night? You?" Ron leaned on the doorway as if standing up was some great strain for him. "I don't know, like four, five at most- I think, but I don't remember much either except that it was Hermione who turned the water into beer." "Yeah," interjected Harry, "And it was Hermione who wanted to party in the first place." Harry picked up his bag, looking for some fresh roles of parchment. Ron nodded in agreement and started out the door. "Hey, who's idea was it to go skinny dipping in the lake?" he called back from outside the room. "Who knows," called Harry absentmindedly, still searching for fresh parchment. After a few seconds, however, he looked up suddenly and alert. "Wait," he said loudly, "what skinny dipping?!?!"
Once Harry and Ron were ready, they headed to the library to do their dreaded potions papers. The library was full. Apparently everyone had waited till the last minute to do their papers as well. Even the "perfect" Hermione Granger could be seen poring over huge books, taking frantic notes. Harry and Ron headed over to her casually. "Hey," they said quietly. Hermione looked up from her books. She looked tired and very stressed with red cheeks and puffy eyes. However, she looked otherwise content and smiled broadly as Harry and Ron approached. "Hi," she said as they sat down across from her.
Harry and Ron smiled at her in an amused sort of way. She stared at them oddly. "What?" she asked with a slight smile. Harry and Ron looked at each other as if conferring and then looked back at Hermione, shrugging. "Nothing," they said. "I see your back to your old self," said Harry quietly. Ron laughed. Hermione blushed slightly and then recovered. "Why, whatever do you mean Harry, as I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about," said Hermione, very innocently. Ron and Harry chuckled almost simultaneously. "Sure you don't," said Ron, "and last night was the normal way you spend your Friday evenings. I'll bet you usually end each day with a couple of beers." Hermione laughed. "No," she said, "Last night was special." Ron and Harry gazed at her with much curiosity. She continued. "Well, I was really stressed out. I mean, it's really hard keeping up perfect grades and well, that was just my way letting off a little steam." Ron and Harry nodded their heads. This was the "Hermione type" explanation that they were expecting. "Well, that's not all you let down," teased Ron. Hermione was briefly taken at back, then she smiled. "Oh, that reminds me. I was going to apologize to you Ron about last night. I totally didn't mean to sneak up on you like that in the water. I thought you were Harry." Ron looked confused. "Wait, when was this? Was it when we went skinny dipping?" Harry jumped. "We actually did that? I thought you were joking. Bloody hell!" Ron looked at Harry, then at Hermione. "What are you talking about Hermione?" he asked. Hermione looked surprised and alarmed. "Oh, nothing," she muttered, "Nothing important." Hermione quickly returned to her books and did not speak again. Harry and Ron shrugged and exchanged confused glances. They wondered what Hermione was talking about but decided to let the matter sit for a while as she was not inclined to talk. "Well," said Harry at last, "I guess we should get started on our papers." "Yeah," said Ron, still looking perplexed. "Yeah, I guess so." Harry and he rose from their seats and headed towards the aisles. They walked around for some time looking for the right books. Harry was lost in thought. Somehow he had started thinking about Cho Chang and his relationship with her, or rather, the lack-there-of a relationship. He knew he had to do something and after some moments, he had made up his mind. "I'm gonna do it," he exclaimed proudly. "Do what?" asked Ron. Harry leaned in and whispered. "I'm gonna ask Cho Chang to be my girlfriend. "Are you s- serious?" stuttered Ron. "Yep," answered Harry. "Harry!" exclaimed Ron. "Shhh!" Harry whispered back. "Sorry," said Ron in a loud whisper, "I can't believe that you're going to do that." "I have to," Harry whispered back, "If I wait any longer, I might lose the chance to ask her. She is graduating next year." Ron was about to say something but stopped himself when he noticed something. He motioned for Harry to look behind him. Harry turned and saw that at a nearby table sat a girl with long black hair. It was Cho. Harry gasped slightly and quickly headed for a different isle with Ron following him close by.
All right so that's chapter 2. Leave your comments as I like to read your input. Give me ideas if you like. I might just use them. Thanx. -vickie-