From Bad to Worse
A/N: Hiya! Thanks for all the reviews you made my day!! Please review more if you want me to continue! And by the way, I apologise for the crap-ness of this chapter title!!!
Chapter 2: Something Funny's Going On
Hmph! Having finally managed to escape the common-room without further embarrassment, I wheel around a corner and walk straight into Harry.
"Hey! Watch it! What's up with you?" he splutters, straightening himself out.
I scowl, too pre-occupied with the infuriating-ness of Ron to apologise. "Its just - RON!" I hiss furiously.
Harry nods somewhat wearily and pushes his glasses up his nose. "Thought so....been winding you up again has he? Course, he only does it cause he li-"
I interrupt. "Oh never mind. Anyway, where have you been? Up rather early for a Saturday aren't you?"
For some inexplicable reason, Harry goes red. And then I begin to notice some little things that my hitherto livid mood had not permitted me to. Like the fact that Harry's hair is much neater than usual. And do my nostrils detect the overpowering smell of an unfortunate encounter with – AFTERSHAVE?
Under my searching gaze, Harry, if at all possible, goes a deeper shade of beetroot. Fumbling with his (clean) robes, he mutters something about revising in the library before literally sprinting off towards the common room.
Well.
That was strange.
It's still too early to go down for breakfast, so I make my way to the library. Thank goodness there are special early-morning openings on weekends, just for 7th years as our N.E.W.T's are coming up. A quick soothing scan of Arithmancy: Advanced Problems for the High-Achiever would do me the world of good.
~*~
Oops.
Lost track of time a little bit. Think I'm late for breakfast. After all that!
In the Great Hall, students are finishing up, but Ginny's still at the Gryffindor table. I slump down opposite her, and suddenly overcome with a need for marmalade, pile some toast onto my plate.
"Hi Ginny. Whew, just glad there's some food left. I was up so early this morning too and somehow I've managed to be late for breakfast! Can you believe it?!"
I pour some tea and slurp it (rather noisily, I'm afraid).
"Ginny?"
I look at her. She's staring dreamily up at the ceiling (which incidentally, is clear powder-blue) and twisting a tendril of red hair round her finger. There's a bowl of untouched porridge in front of her, and she doesn't seem to notice that her elbow is in the sugar-bowl.
"Ginny?!"
She jumps and knocks over the sugar.
"Oh sorry! Yeah, I know what you mean, me too!"
I stare at her with narrowed eyes.
"What?"
Ginny looks back.
"What you were saying. I totally agree!"
I shake my head. "Agree with what Ginny? Oh, you've not listened to a word I've said, have you?"
She's off again, this time tracing patterns in the sugar with her finger. They look suspiciously like – HEARTS?
"Ginny!!! What I was trying to say was I might not have been so late if it hadn't been for that brother of yours," I try again.
She's suddenly, strangely, alert.
"Ron? Oh, he's not been teasing you again? Don't get upset about it, Hermione! I should tell you, he only does it because he fa-"
The screeching of owls drowns out the end of her sentence.
"Post's arrived!"
A/N: Hiya! Thanks for all the reviews you made my day!! Please review more if you want me to continue! And by the way, I apologise for the crap-ness of this chapter title!!!
Chapter 2: Something Funny's Going On
Hmph! Having finally managed to escape the common-room without further embarrassment, I wheel around a corner and walk straight into Harry.
"Hey! Watch it! What's up with you?" he splutters, straightening himself out.
I scowl, too pre-occupied with the infuriating-ness of Ron to apologise. "Its just - RON!" I hiss furiously.
Harry nods somewhat wearily and pushes his glasses up his nose. "Thought so....been winding you up again has he? Course, he only does it cause he li-"
I interrupt. "Oh never mind. Anyway, where have you been? Up rather early for a Saturday aren't you?"
For some inexplicable reason, Harry goes red. And then I begin to notice some little things that my hitherto livid mood had not permitted me to. Like the fact that Harry's hair is much neater than usual. And do my nostrils detect the overpowering smell of an unfortunate encounter with – AFTERSHAVE?
Under my searching gaze, Harry, if at all possible, goes a deeper shade of beetroot. Fumbling with his (clean) robes, he mutters something about revising in the library before literally sprinting off towards the common room.
Well.
That was strange.
It's still too early to go down for breakfast, so I make my way to the library. Thank goodness there are special early-morning openings on weekends, just for 7th years as our N.E.W.T's are coming up. A quick soothing scan of Arithmancy: Advanced Problems for the High-Achiever would do me the world of good.
~*~
Oops.
Lost track of time a little bit. Think I'm late for breakfast. After all that!
In the Great Hall, students are finishing up, but Ginny's still at the Gryffindor table. I slump down opposite her, and suddenly overcome with a need for marmalade, pile some toast onto my plate.
"Hi Ginny. Whew, just glad there's some food left. I was up so early this morning too and somehow I've managed to be late for breakfast! Can you believe it?!"
I pour some tea and slurp it (rather noisily, I'm afraid).
"Ginny?"
I look at her. She's staring dreamily up at the ceiling (which incidentally, is clear powder-blue) and twisting a tendril of red hair round her finger. There's a bowl of untouched porridge in front of her, and she doesn't seem to notice that her elbow is in the sugar-bowl.
"Ginny?!"
She jumps and knocks over the sugar.
"Oh sorry! Yeah, I know what you mean, me too!"
I stare at her with narrowed eyes.
"What?"
Ginny looks back.
"What you were saying. I totally agree!"
I shake my head. "Agree with what Ginny? Oh, you've not listened to a word I've said, have you?"
She's off again, this time tracing patterns in the sugar with her finger. They look suspiciously like – HEARTS?
"Ginny!!! What I was trying to say was I might not have been so late if it hadn't been for that brother of yours," I try again.
She's suddenly, strangely, alert.
"Ron? Oh, he's not been teasing you again? Don't get upset about it, Hermione! I should tell you, he only does it because he fa-"
The screeching of owls drowns out the end of her sentence.
"Post's arrived!"