Clichés by me (Phillippa)
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Disclaimer -- I do not have: the rights to Harry Potter, a working tape player, hair that behaves, or my own tropical flower garden.
chapter two (two days!)
part one (hermione)
Potions class usually goes a little like this:
Professor Snape: Ten points off from Gryffindor for being late, Potter!
Harry: (grumbles)
Him: (laughs)
Ron: (glares)
Me: (sighs)
Snape: Today we are going to learn to make a very powerful and extremely complex potion. . .
Him: Hermione.
Me: (listens to Snape drone on about the ingredients to the very powerful and extremely complex potion)
Him: Hermione, you are so beautiful when you concentrate. Did you know that?
Me: (concentrates beautifully on what Snape is saying)
Him: The next weekend is a Hogsmeade weekend. Would you go with me?
Me: (stands up and starts collecting the ingredients from Snape's desk)
Him: (follows me around and bumps into me, conveniently making me drop the rarest ingredient there is in the potion)
Snape: And another ten points from Gryffindor!
Gryffindors: (groan and glare at him and Snape)
This Potions class was different. Not completely different -- "Ten points off from Gryffindor for being late, Potter!" -- but he was very quiet through the whole thing. Not a word, not a flirt, not anything.
Something's wrong.
Maybe it has something to do with this being the last Hogsmeade weekend. Who knows. Why do I even care? It's driving me up the wall. Harry and Ron are both worried about me, but I don't know even what to tell them. I might have a crush on him? Like they would believe that. Eventually, they'll ask me what's bothering me, and I'll have nothing to tell them.
It's Thursday. He has two days to ask me if I'll go with him. The longer he waits, the more I want to say yes and just find out what exactly he's doing. The longer he waits, the more agitated I become. . .
part two (ron)
I'm worried about Hermione. It took me a while to see that something was bothering her, but at least Harry didn't have to point it out to me. She's nervous all the time. Fidgeting, biting her nails, going to the library even more than usual. . .
Something's wrong. Maybe it's just the end of the year. Exams and all, you know.
Practically everyone thinks I still have a crush on her, but I don't think I do anymore. I don't feel all excited when I'm around her, or anything like that. Maybe it has something to do with Krum. . .she hasn't written him a letter lately. I'm glad I don't have to be jealous of Krum anymore. He really is a bloody awesome Seeker.
It could be that Malfoy's bothering her. Harry thinks it's funny the way he's always trying to get Hermione to go out with him, but it freaks me out. I find it hard to believe that he coul despise her for six years and then -- bang! -- start to like her. The way I see it, there's something up that ferret's sleve.
Hermione and I are going to Hogsmeade without Harry, because he finally asked Ginny if she would go with him. Maybe I'll ask her then. It's Thursday. . .that's two days to get up the nerve to ask her what's bothering her.
Two days. . .hopefully that's enough time. . .
part three (ginny)
Oh! Two days, two days, two days! Two days until I go out on a date with Harry!
I am calm, cool and collected.
What am I going to wear? What am I going to say?
I've known him for five years. Why am I nervous about what I'm going to say? I must be going crazy. Absolutely nutty.
Oh, Merlin! Two days!
I am calm, cool and collected.
I owe it all to Hermione. She's been trying to convince him to do it for almost the whole year. I thought I might be over my fancy over Harry, but after Dean informed me he was sick of me making eyes at Harry on our dates, I realized I still liked him. Then, Hermione told me about Harry's disaster date with Parvati, and I began to feel a little hopeful. I thought, well, Harry isn't going out with anyone, I'm not going out with anyone, why not?
Oh, Merlin. I thought I was going to die of happiness when Harry came up to me in the library and asked if I would go to the last Hogsmeade weekend with him.
Two days! What am I going to wear? All my clothes are second-hand, nothing seems worthy of my first date with Harry.
Two days! What am I going to do? I could always borrow something from one of the Gryffindor girls in my room, maybe Jean. What if Jean won't let me?
Merlin, what on earth will I do!
I am calm, cool and collected.
Sorry I took so long. Hopefully you will forgive me. My computer was "on the fritz" (not working) so I couldn't update.
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