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Harry and Hermione were walking down to the dungeons, with Hermione looking cross. He frowned at her.
"At least act happy, we're supposed to be girlfriend and boyfriend, remember?" He told her.
She gave him a dirty look.
"Okay, how's this?" she said.
She forcefully pulled him against her, winding her arm around his neck. Harry blushed at the surprising closeness.
"Wha..?" he asked.
She put on a charming smile and put her face close to his.
"Oh Harry, I'm so glad we're together, I love you sooooo much!" she said, in a syrupy sweet voice.
"Way to go, Harry!" came a few voices.
At the voice they spun around, turning bright red. There, to see the whole of her performance was the entire sixth year Gryfindor and Slitherin houses.
"Well Potter has always been crazy for attention, what next? Tickets for your make-out sessions?" That could have only been Malfoy.
Hermione and Harry backed away from each other and were the last to get into Potions class.
"Nice one, Hermione." Harry whispered to her.
"Bite me." She responded, angrily.
"No thanks, they might enjoy watching it." He said, pointing out the class, who was watching them.
The rest of the class was spent avoiding getting too close to each other, which would prompt catcalls from the Slitherins. The rest of the day went by like this except they actually had to get close, to keep up the impression. They were glad when their classes ended to get away from it all, they went up to the girl's dormitory. Hermione found a letter on their bed. She looked to Harry, wondering who it could be from. She opened it and found out it was from her parents. She read it to herself.
Dear Hermione, We recently got a letter from Dumbledore saying that you and Harry are stuck together by some sort of magical binding or something like that. Your father is pacing besides me, telling me to ask you 'did he touch you?'
She turned bright red. She forgot that this is the kind of thing that Dumbledore would send a letter to her parents for. She continued reading.
But my question is why didn't you tell us first, I want to know what happened, what's going on? Please write back.
Your loving mother and father (who is still bothering me with the same question)
Harry looked at her quizzically. She sighed.
"I forgot that Dumbledore would send my parents a letter about us being stuck together." She explained.
He blanched.
"Wait.. so the Dursleys are going to get a letter from the headmaster of the school saying 'Harry had an accident in Potions and now he's stuck to a girl'?" He asked.
"Yeah, basically." She answered.
"I can see the letter that they're going to send back 'I'm not paying for another mouth, so you better get unstuck, boy!'" he said, imitating his uncle.
Hermione cracked up, it was priceless. Harry went on at the sound of her laughter.
"'I'm not having TWO Hogshash students in MY house!'"
They both went down, clutching their sides, laughing. She wiped a tear from her eye as the chuckles receded. She looked at him serious for a moment.
"Harry, I'm sorry I was being mean to you this morning, I guess I was still mad about the whole 'we're dating' thing." She said.
"Don't worry about it." He told her, getting up.
She got up too. He stroked a hand on his chin, pensively.
"Hmm our next performance can be our first kiss, how bout it?" he said, laughing.
She grimaced and pushed him. He tripped and fell on the ground, pulling her down with him. They ended up Hermione lying on top of Harry, faces close together.
"Woah!"
They looked over and saw Parvati leaving quickly.
"People keep on coming in at the wrong time!" Hermione said.
"I guess now news around the school will be a little more than our first kiss, huh?" he said, sighing.
And it was, oh how it was.
"Parvati walked in right in the middle of it!"
"I knew that they would eventually, sleeping in the same room and they're boyfriend and girlfriend, how can I get a deal like that?"
"I heard Hermione was the dominating one, did you see her with him in the halls that lead to the Potion's room?"
'Why can't life ever be simple?' she asked herself, looking down to her plate of pancakes, trying to ignore the whispering.
Gripped with sudden rage she repeatedly stabbed her pancakes with her fork. Harry stopped her.
"Hey you can't stab your pancakes, that's my way of expending rage, find your own." He said.
She looked over to his plate and found his pancakes filled with holes.
"Well there's nothing else to stab, what am I supposed to do, Harry?" She asked him.
"I don't know, does it have to involve stabbing?" he said, stabbing his pancakes again.
"YES! Because that's what I want to do right now, except not to pancakes and not with a fork, the whispering is getting to me." She said.
"Me too, that's why I need my trademark stabbing pancakes, alright?" he said, angrily.
"And why does it have to be yours?" she asked, just as angry.
"Fine, you can have your trademark stabbing, but not for pancakes, we're going to call them flapjacks, okay?! Now everyone's happy!!" He said, throwing a hand in the air wildly.
She shoved some pancakes onto his plate.
"Here." She said.
He now stabbed the pancakes with more zeal than ever and she went back to stabbing her 'flapjacks'.
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Harry and Hermione were walking down to the dungeons, with Hermione looking cross. He frowned at her.
"At least act happy, we're supposed to be girlfriend and boyfriend, remember?" He told her.
She gave him a dirty look.
"Okay, how's this?" she said.
She forcefully pulled him against her, winding her arm around his neck. Harry blushed at the surprising closeness.
"Wha..?" he asked.
She put on a charming smile and put her face close to his.
"Oh Harry, I'm so glad we're together, I love you sooooo much!" she said, in a syrupy sweet voice.
"Way to go, Harry!" came a few voices.
At the voice they spun around, turning bright red. There, to see the whole of her performance was the entire sixth year Gryfindor and Slitherin houses.
"Well Potter has always been crazy for attention, what next? Tickets for your make-out sessions?" That could have only been Malfoy.
Hermione and Harry backed away from each other and were the last to get into Potions class.
"Nice one, Hermione." Harry whispered to her.
"Bite me." She responded, angrily.
"No thanks, they might enjoy watching it." He said, pointing out the class, who was watching them.
The rest of the class was spent avoiding getting too close to each other, which would prompt catcalls from the Slitherins. The rest of the day went by like this except they actually had to get close, to keep up the impression. They were glad when their classes ended to get away from it all, they went up to the girl's dormitory. Hermione found a letter on their bed. She looked to Harry, wondering who it could be from. She opened it and found out it was from her parents. She read it to herself.
Dear Hermione, We recently got a letter from Dumbledore saying that you and Harry are stuck together by some sort of magical binding or something like that. Your father is pacing besides me, telling me to ask you 'did he touch you?'
She turned bright red. She forgot that this is the kind of thing that Dumbledore would send a letter to her parents for. She continued reading.
But my question is why didn't you tell us first, I want to know what happened, what's going on? Please write back.
Your loving mother and father (who is still bothering me with the same question)
Harry looked at her quizzically. She sighed.
"I forgot that Dumbledore would send my parents a letter about us being stuck together." She explained.
He blanched.
"Wait.. so the Dursleys are going to get a letter from the headmaster of the school saying 'Harry had an accident in Potions and now he's stuck to a girl'?" He asked.
"Yeah, basically." She answered.
"I can see the letter that they're going to send back 'I'm not paying for another mouth, so you better get unstuck, boy!'" he said, imitating his uncle.
Hermione cracked up, it was priceless. Harry went on at the sound of her laughter.
"'I'm not having TWO Hogshash students in MY house!'"
They both went down, clutching their sides, laughing. She wiped a tear from her eye as the chuckles receded. She looked at him serious for a moment.
"Harry, I'm sorry I was being mean to you this morning, I guess I was still mad about the whole 'we're dating' thing." She said.
"Don't worry about it." He told her, getting up.
She got up too. He stroked a hand on his chin, pensively.
"Hmm our next performance can be our first kiss, how bout it?" he said, laughing.
She grimaced and pushed him. He tripped and fell on the ground, pulling her down with him. They ended up Hermione lying on top of Harry, faces close together.
"Woah!"
They looked over and saw Parvati leaving quickly.
"People keep on coming in at the wrong time!" Hermione said.
"I guess now news around the school will be a little more than our first kiss, huh?" he said, sighing.
And it was, oh how it was.
"Parvati walked in right in the middle of it!"
"I knew that they would eventually, sleeping in the same room and they're boyfriend and girlfriend, how can I get a deal like that?"
"I heard Hermione was the dominating one, did you see her with him in the halls that lead to the Potion's room?"
'Why can't life ever be simple?' she asked herself, looking down to her plate of pancakes, trying to ignore the whispering.
Gripped with sudden rage she repeatedly stabbed her pancakes with her fork. Harry stopped her.
"Hey you can't stab your pancakes, that's my way of expending rage, find your own." He said.
She looked over to his plate and found his pancakes filled with holes.
"Well there's nothing else to stab, what am I supposed to do, Harry?" She asked him.
"I don't know, does it have to involve stabbing?" he said, stabbing his pancakes again.
"YES! Because that's what I want to do right now, except not to pancakes and not with a fork, the whispering is getting to me." She said.
"Me too, that's why I need my trademark stabbing pancakes, alright?" he said, angrily.
"And why does it have to be yours?" she asked, just as angry.
"Fine, you can have your trademark stabbing, but not for pancakes, we're going to call them flapjacks, okay?! Now everyone's happy!!" He said, throwing a hand in the air wildly.
She shoved some pancakes onto his plate.
"Here." She said.
He now stabbed the pancakes with more zeal than ever and she went back to stabbing her 'flapjacks'.
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