Author's Note: OK, I will say this a last time. I refuse to have anything really, really perverted in my story. I'm really sorry for those of you who want it, but I'm not like that and my stories won't be either. Of course, it's not gonna be clean, either...that's not fun. (; *dodges tomatos* Sorry, I may see it around me constantly, but that doesn't mean I'm into it. Oh and to my FLAMER, there is a way of saying things nicely. But thanx for caring enough to flame me. And I don't care if my typing is off. I don't take much time on it, I'll admit. I should, tho. And for that, I am sorry. I just usually type at night on notepad and pay no attention, which is stupid on my part. Anyway, on with this chapter!
Also, I am so sorry about the delay. But I have been working little by little, I am having bad writer's block. Also, one of my most popular stories is deleted, and I do not know why. I had proper requirements and dislcaimers. I cried, I was so upset. Why Harry Potter should Never meet Spongebob SquarePants is gone..and I was really upset, but I can't get to the bottem of it. So please forgive that as well. And, my pen name is changing! I am now going to be the Diragned Giraffe of Camelot! I dunno when...but soon. Please enjoy this chapter....Hermione's stories are lame I warn you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hermione just glared back at him. "An eye for an eye."
'N-no, Hermione. Y-you can't do that! I mean...how?" Harry gaped, staring at what she had done.
"Now you know how I felt!" Hermione roared and sat down in the bathroom.
"B-but, Hermione! That's not fair! Your my friend!" Harry growled.
"Your my firend, Harry! But I had to do this!" Hermione said, like it was so ovbious.
"No...you didn't. I..was going to apologize," harry hissed and walked away, slouching. Geeze, so pitiful. Wah, wah. I was going to apologize.
Hermione had a sudden sinking feeling. What had she done? She ran to the mirror and stared with horror. Then sat back, her back against the bathtub. She had cut his hair short and thought it was perfect revenge. She groaned. She instantly felt bad, she didn't HAVE to take revenge. I did nothing better than what Harry did, she thought, sighing miserably. She tried to push herself up, but her legs wouldn't move. So she sat there...alone.
Meanwhile, Harry was in Hermione's room, walking his anger off in circles. He sat down at her messy desk and pounded his head on it lightly. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why did he have to do that to her hair? And without her permission? He pushed a few papers aside absently and one fell to the ground. He snatched it up irritably and glanced at...the little spy! EVIL! Sorry....
He raised his eyebrows. it was a page of a story, written in Hermione's neat handwriting.
The chamber was dark and the knights around her looked frightened as well. But they had to find the lost member. They had to get him. Their quest gave them bravery as they stepped onward.
"What is this?" He thought aloud and grabbed another peice, throwing that one down.
And the prince was engulfed by the black snake, and like all the other victoms he vanished. Not knowing where he was, or if he was alright, one knight flatered and fell. The quest had been lost, but it surely wasn't the end.
And the page was done.Harry's brows furrowed and he sat back in the chair. Knights...quest...black snake...prince...vanished....and then Harry stopped breathing. Sirius. She was writing about Sirius. He threw down that paper as well and opened a drawer- papers, binders and notebooks greeted him. He took the one on the top and flipped to a random page. it was a poem.
He fell through the black hole
the endless black hole that
engulfed him into a blackness
engulfed him, and was gone
the boy, he faltered
it couldn't be true, not now
not after all they went through
thinking they were to save him
but his eyes did not deceive him
he was gone
not to return, not now at least
but some day, you never know
he could return, no scratch nor burn
and show us that we were wrong
Harry let it drop. Another poem. Another one about Sirius. (SORRY! The poems really suc, huh? but i don't want to concentrate on them now..) He never thought about how it affected his friends. Not once did he think about their mourning. He suddenly forgot about being angry and ran to the bathroom where Hermione had a pained look on her face. He knelt down and hugged her...squeezed her. After a few secands, Hermione's head cleared and she hugged him back, although caucious. What was this about?
"I-I'm sorry, hermione," Harry said and Hermione pulled away.
"Did you curse me?" She asked, backing away slightly, making Harry laugh.
"No. I'm sorry that I didn't take your feelings into concideration," Harry apologized.
Hermione took up good posture. "Well, I'll forgive you. Although you ruined my hair-"
"Your hair?!" Harry asked. Were his ears playing tricks? "I'm not talking about your hair, Hermione! I mean, when S-Sirius died, I didn't think about you...or Ron." Harry bowed his head. "And I'm sorry."
Hermione's jaw dropped. "You read one of my strories, didn't you?! How could you? Those are....private!" She stomped out of the room in newly regained anger. Harry stared at her back.
"Honestly..." he mumbled. He was apologizing. And she had ruined his hair, too! He slammed Hermione's door shut. He might as well look at others....but there was a knock on her door. "Come in!" He mumbed.
"Hermione? I heard yelling. What happened?" It was Jenn.
"Oh nothing..." Harry mumbled.
Well, what about the mall?" Jenn pouted. Harry winced.
"I'll go!" Hermione said enthusiasticly from outside the door. Harry's eyes narrowed. Hermione just smiled fakly at him.
"I'll go, too!" Harry chimed in and moved in between Hermione and Jenn.
Also, I am so sorry about the delay. But I have been working little by little, I am having bad writer's block. Also, one of my most popular stories is deleted, and I do not know why. I had proper requirements and dislcaimers. I cried, I was so upset. Why Harry Potter should Never meet Spongebob SquarePants is gone..and I was really upset, but I can't get to the bottem of it. So please forgive that as well. And, my pen name is changing! I am now going to be the Diragned Giraffe of Camelot! I dunno when...but soon. Please enjoy this chapter....Hermione's stories are lame I warn you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hermione just glared back at him. "An eye for an eye."
'N-no, Hermione. Y-you can't do that! I mean...how?" Harry gaped, staring at what she had done.
"Now you know how I felt!" Hermione roared and sat down in the bathroom.
"B-but, Hermione! That's not fair! Your my friend!" Harry growled.
"Your my firend, Harry! But I had to do this!" Hermione said, like it was so ovbious.
"No...you didn't. I..was going to apologize," harry hissed and walked away, slouching. Geeze, so pitiful. Wah, wah. I was going to apologize.
Hermione had a sudden sinking feeling. What had she done? She ran to the mirror and stared with horror. Then sat back, her back against the bathtub. She had cut his hair short and thought it was perfect revenge. She groaned. She instantly felt bad, she didn't HAVE to take revenge. I did nothing better than what Harry did, she thought, sighing miserably. She tried to push herself up, but her legs wouldn't move. So she sat there...alone.
Meanwhile, Harry was in Hermione's room, walking his anger off in circles. He sat down at her messy desk and pounded his head on it lightly. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why did he have to do that to her hair? And without her permission? He pushed a few papers aside absently and one fell to the ground. He snatched it up irritably and glanced at...the little spy! EVIL! Sorry....
He raised his eyebrows. it was a page of a story, written in Hermione's neat handwriting.
The chamber was dark and the knights around her looked frightened as well. But they had to find the lost member. They had to get him. Their quest gave them bravery as they stepped onward.
"What is this?" He thought aloud and grabbed another peice, throwing that one down.
And the prince was engulfed by the black snake, and like all the other victoms he vanished. Not knowing where he was, or if he was alright, one knight flatered and fell. The quest had been lost, but it surely wasn't the end.
And the page was done.Harry's brows furrowed and he sat back in the chair. Knights...quest...black snake...prince...vanished....and then Harry stopped breathing. Sirius. She was writing about Sirius. He threw down that paper as well and opened a drawer- papers, binders and notebooks greeted him. He took the one on the top and flipped to a random page. it was a poem.
He fell through the black hole
the endless black hole that
engulfed him into a blackness
engulfed him, and was gone
the boy, he faltered
it couldn't be true, not now
not after all they went through
thinking they were to save him
but his eyes did not deceive him
he was gone
not to return, not now at least
but some day, you never know
he could return, no scratch nor burn
and show us that we were wrong
Harry let it drop. Another poem. Another one about Sirius. (SORRY! The poems really suc, huh? but i don't want to concentrate on them now..) He never thought about how it affected his friends. Not once did he think about their mourning. He suddenly forgot about being angry and ran to the bathroom where Hermione had a pained look on her face. He knelt down and hugged her...squeezed her. After a few secands, Hermione's head cleared and she hugged him back, although caucious. What was this about?
"I-I'm sorry, hermione," Harry said and Hermione pulled away.
"Did you curse me?" She asked, backing away slightly, making Harry laugh.
"No. I'm sorry that I didn't take your feelings into concideration," Harry apologized.
Hermione took up good posture. "Well, I'll forgive you. Although you ruined my hair-"
"Your hair?!" Harry asked. Were his ears playing tricks? "I'm not talking about your hair, Hermione! I mean, when S-Sirius died, I didn't think about you...or Ron." Harry bowed his head. "And I'm sorry."
Hermione's jaw dropped. "You read one of my strories, didn't you?! How could you? Those are....private!" She stomped out of the room in newly regained anger. Harry stared at her back.
"Honestly..." he mumbled. He was apologizing. And she had ruined his hair, too! He slammed Hermione's door shut. He might as well look at others....but there was a knock on her door. "Come in!" He mumbed.
"Hermione? I heard yelling. What happened?" It was Jenn.
"Oh nothing..." Harry mumbled.
Well, what about the mall?" Jenn pouted. Harry winced.
"I'll go!" Hermione said enthusiasticly from outside the door. Harry's eyes narrowed. Hermione just smiled fakly at him.
"I'll go, too!" Harry chimed in and moved in between Hermione and Jenn.