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Cahpter 11: Solution to One Problem... at Least We Think
"That's...erm...nice," Harry said. He was sitting in a chair while Hermione tried on cloths. None of these cloths he would have chosen.
"It looks wondorful!" Jenn cooed, making Harry wince again. Jenn had been noticing his strange reactions, and since she thought he was Hermione, she thought something that was out of the question.for now.
"I like the black shirt better," Hermione said. She went back into the dressing room, pulled out her wand, said the spell and returned in the black shirt. Jenn clapped again and said it was splendid. Harry rolled his eyes and slumped in his chair.
"You know, Harry, don't you think one of these shirts over here are better?" Harry asked, pointing to some modest looking shirts in a far corner. They were dusty from no one looking at them. Hermione wrinkled her nose, which looked incredably cute to Jenn.
"No." Hermione said slowly. She was going to make him miserable if it was the last thing she'd do. He had not only ruined her hair, but had looked at her stories, too! God forbid he improve her! *Cough* Anyway..
Harry knew what was going on. Two can play at this game, he thought. "Hey, Jenn. Let's go shopping for US now!" He said in his girliest tone, smiling much too sweetly at Hermione. She leered at him as they both went off, Jenn gossiping and Harry looking sick from it.
"NO!" Hermione suddenly shouted, then sat down when the store stared at her. Harry had chosen a 'horrid' mini skirt with a little tank top.
"Wow, Mione! That looks great!" Jenn sqealed. "Really wondorful."
"Thank you, Jenn," Harry said and took many cloths to the counter. Many cloths that the actual Hermione hated. Harry went to a public bathroom so he could 'wear them around the mall.' He stared, fascinated, at a machine that let out litte rectangular things in a package. One woman put in soem money and got a few out. She lifted an inquiring eyebrow at Harry's dumbfounded look.
"Hermione, could I talk to you?" Hermione asked as soon as Harry came out of the bathroom in a short blue jean skirt and red tank top. Harry grinned inocently.
"Of course, Harry." They walked away from a flustered Jenn and sat on a bench. Hermione went nuts.
"Honestly, Harry! You change my look, hair...what next? My personality? My eyes? My-"
"Actually, I quite like your eyes," Harry said. Hermione would have blushed of not so angry.
"Harry, I look like some sort of."
"Normal girl? Why do you have to stay away from everyone and hide yourself?" Harry asked (noticing in a conceited way that his own eyes were nice).
"No! Not a normal girl! And I do not hide myself. I am perfectly open with people," Hermione said, sticking her nose up in the air. Harry's lips trembled. Then he burst out laughing while Hermione glared stubbernly.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the freak," came a cold voice from behind them. Hermione flinched and glared. Harry turned around and stood up, facing the 5 girls who had shopping bags in their arms.
"Little Granger wants to fit in now, eh?" One girl asked, flipping her hair.
"If it means becoming you, then no," Harry said.
"Wow, Granger," the brunette said sarcasticlly. "I see you learned how to talk back to us." She noticed Harry's body and grinned flirtasiously. "Why hello. My name is Madison." She extended a hand. "Who are you?"
Hermione inwardly cackled evilly. "Harry Potter." She scooted away from her. "Hermione's best friend."
"Yeah, right," Harry muttered in his head.
"Oh," Madison said ackwardly. "Well, Gra-Hermione, is iftting in now, I see." She began chewing on her bottem lip. It was something Harry found an outrageously cute feature on Hermione.
Outrageously cute? No, it is a nice feature...and maybe a little cute, Harry thought.
'We better go," Hermione said and grabbed Harry by the arm, dragging him away with her newly aquired streanth. "Harry, let's go home."
"I'll go get Jenn," Harry said. Hermione remembered that she was angry at him (wow, her anger must be REAL strong for her to forget it) and stomped away to a bench.
Harry walked back to where he had left Jenn and she smiled at him.
"Herms?"
"Er...yeah?"
"I...I really like Harry. He's so cute and friendly. And he has GREAT fashion sense!" She said dreamily. Harry blushed.
"O-oh..." he said, rocking back and forth on his heels.
"Hermione, you've been acting weird. What's up?"
"Nothing, Jenn," Harry pormised. "Nothing at all."
They took a taxi back home and Harry relised how much clothing he had bought and felt utterly awful. He had spent Hermione's parents' money. Revenge shouldn't mean spending other people's money. He sat on Hermione's bed and felt guilty for a few minutes until Jenn flew in and jumped on the bed.
"OK, Herms. I've been thinking. You suddenly, RIGHT before Harry came, cut and straightened your hair. Then, yuo bought new cloths and completely changed your look. You SO like him!" ((((UG! I hate that that! You 'SO' like him! Why did I write that? Oh well.))))
"WHAT?!" Harry yelled. "Jenn, no...I don't. How many times do I have to tell you?"
"Oh, so you just happen to completely change before Harry comes over?"
"Pretty much."
"Hermione, we promised we would NEVER lie to eachother. You like him. There is no other explaination."
"Don't be so stupid! There are other explainations. Maybe we switrched bo-bo-bo-bo- myabe we switched letters over the summer." Harry's face looked as confused as did Jenn's.
"We aren't even talking about that! Gods! Sometimes I just never understand you, Hermione! Your'e so complicated! I try to listen and understand your way of thinking! But lately it's been just too much!" Jenn snapped and stormed out of the room.
Harry growled angrily. This summer was becoming a nightmare. He heard a small squeak and noticed Hermione at the doorway. Her bottem lip trembled and her eyes were dull (obviously think of Harry's eyes as being dull).
"A-am I really that complicated, Harry?" She asked as silent tears ran her face.
Harry hesitated. "No. No, of course not." Harry said and Hermione ran over and hugged him.
"You hate me...now Jenn hates me. God! She probably hated me before!" Hermione sobbed ((((Someone is being a little emotional)))).
"I don't hate you! I could never hate you," Harry promised. "Strongly dislike sometimes, sure...but we always get over it because we're best friends. We can't stay mad forever."
"I'm not mad anymore," Hermione said.
"Neither am I," Harry said and smiled. Hermione hugged him.
"This is too weird. I'm hugging myself," Hermione mumbled. Harry laughed.
"Yeah, if only we could put on some sort of costume or something," he sighed. "Oh well."
"Costume?" Hermione whispered. Her eyes glowed. "COSTUME! Harry! That's it! That's it!"
"Erm...Hermione. You aren't thinking about sewing a Harry suit, are you?" Harry asked nervously.
"No! A MAGIC costume! A POLYJUICE POTION!" Hermione screamed and ran away. Harry thought about it. It could work! They could ook like themselves and act liek themselves! It was fool proof!"
"Mom!" Hermione ran down the stairs and stopped. She ran back up. "Harry!" She pulled Harry downt eh steps and whispered, "Tell my mom we need a polyjuice potion for...a school expirement for the summer!"
"Er...OK," Harry said nervously.
"Mom?" He walked meekly into the kitchen.
"Yes, sweety?" She asked.
"Hermione and I need a polyjuice potion for...a...a...an expirement over the summer," Harry lied.
"Hermione, I thought you said you were finished with your homework," Niomi scolded. "But alright. What is a polyjuice potion again?"
"It...er...turns you into...er...someone else," Harry siad, not sure if he should have revealed that.
"What? That sounds dangerous! Hermione, I don't want that in my house," Niomi declared. "Besides, we can't go to Diagon Alley today."
"But we need that potion! It's homework!" Harry whined.
Niomi sighed. "Not in my house, baby." She smiled. "But maybe in someone else's house."
"W-what does that mean?" Harry asked suspiciusly.
"It means that yur friend Ron called on his new telephone. It was rather funny. He thought it was the most amazing thing...anyway, he invited you and Harry over to his home for next week!" Niomi explained.
Cahpter 11: Solution to One Problem... at Least We Think
"That's...erm...nice," Harry said. He was sitting in a chair while Hermione tried on cloths. None of these cloths he would have chosen.
"It looks wondorful!" Jenn cooed, making Harry wince again. Jenn had been noticing his strange reactions, and since she thought he was Hermione, she thought something that was out of the question.for now.
"I like the black shirt better," Hermione said. She went back into the dressing room, pulled out her wand, said the spell and returned in the black shirt. Jenn clapped again and said it was splendid. Harry rolled his eyes and slumped in his chair.
"You know, Harry, don't you think one of these shirts over here are better?" Harry asked, pointing to some modest looking shirts in a far corner. They were dusty from no one looking at them. Hermione wrinkled her nose, which looked incredably cute to Jenn.
"No." Hermione said slowly. She was going to make him miserable if it was the last thing she'd do. He had not only ruined her hair, but had looked at her stories, too! God forbid he improve her! *Cough* Anyway..
Harry knew what was going on. Two can play at this game, he thought. "Hey, Jenn. Let's go shopping for US now!" He said in his girliest tone, smiling much too sweetly at Hermione. She leered at him as they both went off, Jenn gossiping and Harry looking sick from it.
"NO!" Hermione suddenly shouted, then sat down when the store stared at her. Harry had chosen a 'horrid' mini skirt with a little tank top.
"Wow, Mione! That looks great!" Jenn sqealed. "Really wondorful."
"Thank you, Jenn," Harry said and took many cloths to the counter. Many cloths that the actual Hermione hated. Harry went to a public bathroom so he could 'wear them around the mall.' He stared, fascinated, at a machine that let out litte rectangular things in a package. One woman put in soem money and got a few out. She lifted an inquiring eyebrow at Harry's dumbfounded look.
"Hermione, could I talk to you?" Hermione asked as soon as Harry came out of the bathroom in a short blue jean skirt and red tank top. Harry grinned inocently.
"Of course, Harry." They walked away from a flustered Jenn and sat on a bench. Hermione went nuts.
"Honestly, Harry! You change my look, hair...what next? My personality? My eyes? My-"
"Actually, I quite like your eyes," Harry said. Hermione would have blushed of not so angry.
"Harry, I look like some sort of."
"Normal girl? Why do you have to stay away from everyone and hide yourself?" Harry asked (noticing in a conceited way that his own eyes were nice).
"No! Not a normal girl! And I do not hide myself. I am perfectly open with people," Hermione said, sticking her nose up in the air. Harry's lips trembled. Then he burst out laughing while Hermione glared stubbernly.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the freak," came a cold voice from behind them. Hermione flinched and glared. Harry turned around and stood up, facing the 5 girls who had shopping bags in their arms.
"Little Granger wants to fit in now, eh?" One girl asked, flipping her hair.
"If it means becoming you, then no," Harry said.
"Wow, Granger," the brunette said sarcasticlly. "I see you learned how to talk back to us." She noticed Harry's body and grinned flirtasiously. "Why hello. My name is Madison." She extended a hand. "Who are you?"
Hermione inwardly cackled evilly. "Harry Potter." She scooted away from her. "Hermione's best friend."
"Yeah, right," Harry muttered in his head.
"Oh," Madison said ackwardly. "Well, Gra-Hermione, is iftting in now, I see." She began chewing on her bottem lip. It was something Harry found an outrageously cute feature on Hermione.
Outrageously cute? No, it is a nice feature...and maybe a little cute, Harry thought.
'We better go," Hermione said and grabbed Harry by the arm, dragging him away with her newly aquired streanth. "Harry, let's go home."
"I'll go get Jenn," Harry said. Hermione remembered that she was angry at him (wow, her anger must be REAL strong for her to forget it) and stomped away to a bench.
Harry walked back to where he had left Jenn and she smiled at him.
"Herms?"
"Er...yeah?"
"I...I really like Harry. He's so cute and friendly. And he has GREAT fashion sense!" She said dreamily. Harry blushed.
"O-oh..." he said, rocking back and forth on his heels.
"Hermione, you've been acting weird. What's up?"
"Nothing, Jenn," Harry pormised. "Nothing at all."
They took a taxi back home and Harry relised how much clothing he had bought and felt utterly awful. He had spent Hermione's parents' money. Revenge shouldn't mean spending other people's money. He sat on Hermione's bed and felt guilty for a few minutes until Jenn flew in and jumped on the bed.
"OK, Herms. I've been thinking. You suddenly, RIGHT before Harry came, cut and straightened your hair. Then, yuo bought new cloths and completely changed your look. You SO like him!" ((((UG! I hate that that! You 'SO' like him! Why did I write that? Oh well.))))
"WHAT?!" Harry yelled. "Jenn, no...I don't. How many times do I have to tell you?"
"Oh, so you just happen to completely change before Harry comes over?"
"Pretty much."
"Hermione, we promised we would NEVER lie to eachother. You like him. There is no other explaination."
"Don't be so stupid! There are other explainations. Maybe we switrched bo-bo-bo-bo- myabe we switched letters over the summer." Harry's face looked as confused as did Jenn's.
"We aren't even talking about that! Gods! Sometimes I just never understand you, Hermione! Your'e so complicated! I try to listen and understand your way of thinking! But lately it's been just too much!" Jenn snapped and stormed out of the room.
Harry growled angrily. This summer was becoming a nightmare. He heard a small squeak and noticed Hermione at the doorway. Her bottem lip trembled and her eyes were dull (obviously think of Harry's eyes as being dull).
"A-am I really that complicated, Harry?" She asked as silent tears ran her face.
Harry hesitated. "No. No, of course not." Harry said and Hermione ran over and hugged him.
"You hate me...now Jenn hates me. God! She probably hated me before!" Hermione sobbed ((((Someone is being a little emotional)))).
"I don't hate you! I could never hate you," Harry promised. "Strongly dislike sometimes, sure...but we always get over it because we're best friends. We can't stay mad forever."
"I'm not mad anymore," Hermione said.
"Neither am I," Harry said and smiled. Hermione hugged him.
"This is too weird. I'm hugging myself," Hermione mumbled. Harry laughed.
"Yeah, if only we could put on some sort of costume or something," he sighed. "Oh well."
"Costume?" Hermione whispered. Her eyes glowed. "COSTUME! Harry! That's it! That's it!"
"Erm...Hermione. You aren't thinking about sewing a Harry suit, are you?" Harry asked nervously.
"No! A MAGIC costume! A POLYJUICE POTION!" Hermione screamed and ran away. Harry thought about it. It could work! They could ook like themselves and act liek themselves! It was fool proof!"
"Mom!" Hermione ran down the stairs and stopped. She ran back up. "Harry!" She pulled Harry downt eh steps and whispered, "Tell my mom we need a polyjuice potion for...a school expirement for the summer!"
"Er...OK," Harry said nervously.
"Mom?" He walked meekly into the kitchen.
"Yes, sweety?" She asked.
"Hermione and I need a polyjuice potion for...a...a...an expirement over the summer," Harry lied.
"Hermione, I thought you said you were finished with your homework," Niomi scolded. "But alright. What is a polyjuice potion again?"
"It...er...turns you into...er...someone else," Harry siad, not sure if he should have revealed that.
"What? That sounds dangerous! Hermione, I don't want that in my house," Niomi declared. "Besides, we can't go to Diagon Alley today."
"But we need that potion! It's homework!" Harry whined.
Niomi sighed. "Not in my house, baby." She smiled. "But maybe in someone else's house."
"W-what does that mean?" Harry asked suspiciusly.
"It means that yur friend Ron called on his new telephone. It was rather funny. He thought it was the most amazing thing...anyway, he invited you and Harry over to his home for next week!" Niomi explained.