New chapter! Thanks for all the reviews, hope you like this new chapter.
Don't worry Ron lovers (but can't say I'm one myself), he's not going to
sulk for long.. hmmm.. can I make that promise? *thinks into the story
line* Okay.. he'll eventually get over himself. Oh yeah go check out my
friend Nayhleii's fics, she has one that's going to have h/hr shipping and
one that's not about Harry Potter, but is a good read if you like Tamora
Pierce's books.
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Harry woke up the next morning later than he usually woke up, drowsily he looked to his left and saw Hermione. He was surprised for a bit before he remembered that they were stuck together. He calmed down and sat up, trying not to wake Hermione.
"AH!" he exclaimed.
He felt her stir a little in her sleep but Hermione didn't wake up. Harry had been surprised by Lavender and Parvati staring at them.
"What are you doing?" he whispered.
"Staring at you two."
"But.. why?" he asked them, exasperated.
They looked to each other and in unison they said "You two are so cute!"
Harry looked at them incredulously and raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, new rule, no staring at us when we're sleeping, it's kind of.. surprising to see first thing when you wake up." He said, lying back down.
Lavender sighed, annoyed.
"Fine.." "..Alright."
Hermione, beside him woke up sleepily, eyes barely opened she looked over to the girls, then to Harry, then she lifted their connected hands. She opened her eyes wider.
"Oh, right.." she said.
After getting dressed they headed down to the great hall for breakfast. They should have known, as soon as they came in all eyes were on them, the hall was alive with whispering, and some not whispering at all, but saying quite clearly what they thought of this. Harry ignored them and went to their table. He unclenched his jaw. One of the people he could hear clearly was Draco Malfoy saying "So, Potter and the mudblood? I'd hate to see their children!"
He stabbed his pancakes angrily. Hermione gave him a look and he became a little less mad, he now stabbed his pancakes half hearted. Then he stopped and sighed.
"He'll stop after a few days, that or people will stop listening to him." She told him, though unsure of it herself.
Harry didn't reply, instead he looked around for Ron, without success.
Throughout the day they went to their classes with a lot of people asking what happened, and looking suspicious when they explained, and Ron ignoring them. They had tried to talk to him, but he just turned and did his work for once. Like Hermione had told him to do so many times, without him actually doing it. Harry had felt sorry for Hermione since she didn't have her right hand free to write, but he stopped when he found out she was ambidextrous and so could write with both hands.
"I never knew you were ambidextrous.." He told her.
She smiled.
"Now you do, I like writing in my right hand better, but left hand's just as fine." She said.
Harry also had his first Arithmancy class, and he found out what the class was all about. He looked to Hermione, suspiciously.
"Arithmancy is divination using numbers, I thought you didn't like divination?" He said, accusingly.
She rolled her eyes.
"Harry didn't you think I hated Trelawny more? Plus I like this kind of divination since it gives me something easy to work with, numbers." She explained.
He had to admit, though Arithmancy was hard, it wasn't a shot in the dark like it was in Divination. Professor Vector taught the class, she (I'm guessing they're female, correct me if I'm wrong) was nice but she knew how to control a class, much like Professor McGonagal.
'Guess that's another reason she likes this class.' He thought, seeing Hermione enthusiastically scribbling down numbers.
Little by little they were starting to get used to being stuck together, but they both knew that there would soon be problems that would arise. After having dinner in the great hall they left off to the infirmary. When they got there they saw Neville looking confused.
"Um.. maybe a shred of wattleroot?" he said, unsure.
The potion that Madame Pomfrey was brewing looked worse than Neville's first one. Harry looked to Hermione with the shared look of worry. Neville finally noticed they had come in.
"Oh, hi guys, I was just figuring out some possibilities, we had been testing them all day." He said, pointing to mounds of Popsicle sticks, covered with a variety of potions, but none sticking together.
None like the potion that spilled on their hands. Hermione looked at all the Popsicle sticks and her heart sunk.
'That many unsuccessful tries..' she thought, trying not to let Neville see her disappointment.
"We just came to see how you're doing, Neville.." Harry told him.
Neville glanced briefly at the potion then looked back to them.
"Well.. I'm alright I guess, don't worry, I'll narrow it down soon enough and you two can be free again." He said, looking tired.
"Don't work too hard, though, okay?" Hermione said.
Neville opened his mouth to talk but then Madame Pomfrey spoke.
"He hasn't been working that hard, I'm the one who has to brew this stuff and make sure the ingredients he lists off won't create some horrifying after effect of some kind. He has a lot more guessing, so you better leave him to it, and get used to the fact that you're stuck together." She told them.
Harry and Hermione said bye to Neville, feeling sorry for him.
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Please read & review! I don't know when I'm getting the next chapter up, but I'm starting it right after I finish writing this.
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Harry woke up the next morning later than he usually woke up, drowsily he looked to his left and saw Hermione. He was surprised for a bit before he remembered that they were stuck together. He calmed down and sat up, trying not to wake Hermione.
"AH!" he exclaimed.
He felt her stir a little in her sleep but Hermione didn't wake up. Harry had been surprised by Lavender and Parvati staring at them.
"What are you doing?" he whispered.
"Staring at you two."
"But.. why?" he asked them, exasperated.
They looked to each other and in unison they said "You two are so cute!"
Harry looked at them incredulously and raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, new rule, no staring at us when we're sleeping, it's kind of.. surprising to see first thing when you wake up." He said, lying back down.
Lavender sighed, annoyed.
"Fine.." "..Alright."
Hermione, beside him woke up sleepily, eyes barely opened she looked over to the girls, then to Harry, then she lifted their connected hands. She opened her eyes wider.
"Oh, right.." she said.
After getting dressed they headed down to the great hall for breakfast. They should have known, as soon as they came in all eyes were on them, the hall was alive with whispering, and some not whispering at all, but saying quite clearly what they thought of this. Harry ignored them and went to their table. He unclenched his jaw. One of the people he could hear clearly was Draco Malfoy saying "So, Potter and the mudblood? I'd hate to see their children!"
He stabbed his pancakes angrily. Hermione gave him a look and he became a little less mad, he now stabbed his pancakes half hearted. Then he stopped and sighed.
"He'll stop after a few days, that or people will stop listening to him." She told him, though unsure of it herself.
Harry didn't reply, instead he looked around for Ron, without success.
Throughout the day they went to their classes with a lot of people asking what happened, and looking suspicious when they explained, and Ron ignoring them. They had tried to talk to him, but he just turned and did his work for once. Like Hermione had told him to do so many times, without him actually doing it. Harry had felt sorry for Hermione since she didn't have her right hand free to write, but he stopped when he found out she was ambidextrous and so could write with both hands.
"I never knew you were ambidextrous.." He told her.
She smiled.
"Now you do, I like writing in my right hand better, but left hand's just as fine." She said.
Harry also had his first Arithmancy class, and he found out what the class was all about. He looked to Hermione, suspiciously.
"Arithmancy is divination using numbers, I thought you didn't like divination?" He said, accusingly.
She rolled her eyes.
"Harry didn't you think I hated Trelawny more? Plus I like this kind of divination since it gives me something easy to work with, numbers." She explained.
He had to admit, though Arithmancy was hard, it wasn't a shot in the dark like it was in Divination. Professor Vector taught the class, she (I'm guessing they're female, correct me if I'm wrong) was nice but she knew how to control a class, much like Professor McGonagal.
'Guess that's another reason she likes this class.' He thought, seeing Hermione enthusiastically scribbling down numbers.
Little by little they were starting to get used to being stuck together, but they both knew that there would soon be problems that would arise. After having dinner in the great hall they left off to the infirmary. When they got there they saw Neville looking confused.
"Um.. maybe a shred of wattleroot?" he said, unsure.
The potion that Madame Pomfrey was brewing looked worse than Neville's first one. Harry looked to Hermione with the shared look of worry. Neville finally noticed they had come in.
"Oh, hi guys, I was just figuring out some possibilities, we had been testing them all day." He said, pointing to mounds of Popsicle sticks, covered with a variety of potions, but none sticking together.
None like the potion that spilled on their hands. Hermione looked at all the Popsicle sticks and her heart sunk.
'That many unsuccessful tries..' she thought, trying not to let Neville see her disappointment.
"We just came to see how you're doing, Neville.." Harry told him.
Neville glanced briefly at the potion then looked back to them.
"Well.. I'm alright I guess, don't worry, I'll narrow it down soon enough and you two can be free again." He said, looking tired.
"Don't work too hard, though, okay?" Hermione said.
Neville opened his mouth to talk but then Madame Pomfrey spoke.
"He hasn't been working that hard, I'm the one who has to brew this stuff and make sure the ingredients he lists off won't create some horrifying after effect of some kind. He has a lot more guessing, so you better leave him to it, and get used to the fact that you're stuck together." She told them.
Harry and Hermione said bye to Neville, feeling sorry for him.
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Please read & review! I don't know when I'm getting the next chapter up, but I'm starting it right after I finish writing this.