A/N: Sorry about the shortness of this chapter, but its kinda necessary in
order to move the story along. I've recently been struck by a load of
brilliant ideas (well, their half-decent!) as regards this story, but need
to make some sense and order of them.....I promise it'll get better, just
bear with me!! Again, cheers for the reviews! By the way, that doesn't mean
STOP! More please!!
Chapter 3: Inquisitive Teenage Girls
I must say, everyone is acting most strangely. Me included. I mean, take the library for instance. How often is it that I lose track of time through reading? Actually......yes, that'd be pretty often.
After the remainder of breakfast passes fairly uneventfully, apart from Ginny's very unusual behaviour, I make my way down to the dungeons for Potions, alone. I have no idea where Harry's got to and quite frankly, after this morning, I'm not exactly hankering to see Ron.
There's a queue of Gryffindors and Slytherins outside the dungeons but no sign of Ron and Harry, or of Professor Snape.
Oh no. Lavender and Pavarti are coming over. Whenever I talk to them for longer than a few minutes, they seem dangerously close to kidnapping and performing another radical makeover on me (I foolishly allowed them to experiment last Christmas. The results were, shall we say, interesting. Put it this way, Pavarti and Lavender aren't the subtlest of girls when it comes to makeup).
I whip out my Potions notes and try to look utterly engrossed in the uses of belladonna, although in actual fact, I've been able to recite them from heart since first year.
Unfortunately, this doesn't seem to deter them. Instead they stand beside me, waiting for some acknowledgement of their presence. Lavender coughs rather loudly.
"Hermione?". I look up, feigning surprise.
"Hi there!" I say, with rather forced enthusiasm. This is it, I think resignedly. I'll be subjected to bubblegum pink nail varnish, blue eye shadow, tangerine lip gloss and every Merlinda Makesmooth hair product ever invented, all because I'm too nice to say no.
But...
"Where's Ron then?" asks Lavender, going extremely giggly and doing something funny with her eyes. Oh! She's winking! Wait a minute..... she's winking??
"I don't know" I answer, a little puzzled. "I've no idea where Harry is eith-"
"Come on Hermione! You don't need to cover anything up! It's us! " Pavarti's practically quivering with excitement. Now I'm really confused.
"Cover what up?"
Lavender leans in and clutches my arm. With that manic glint in her eye, I'm a bit scared. "You and Ron! It's okay...we know!"
I must be staring at her bemusedly because she elaborates. "You're seeing him aren't you? Oh, Hermione, me and Pavarti always thought you made the cutest couple! Finally! We're so happy for you..."
Pavarti's nodding along enthusiastically with everything Lavenders saying. I struggle free of Lavender's surprisingly strong grip.
"Wait a minute! Wh-what do you mean I'm seeing Ron? Who said that?" I ask confusedly. Why am I stuttering? And why am I turning red?
Pavarti taps her nose in an infuriating manner while Lavender giggles even harder, and elbows me in the ribs.
She has very sharp elbows.
I laugh shakily. (Shakily? Why?!)
"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about! Me and Ron?! Why, that's-that's preposterous! We've never – the whole idea's quite ridiculous!"
And who should overhear this conversation but...
"What's this I hear Mudblood?," sneers Draco Malfoy, who happens to be passing with his usual sickening band of adoring female fans, "You and Weasley are an item?"
"NO! Of course not!"
I'm being surrounded.
Lavender looks at me in a way reminiscent of a fond grandmother.
"Hermione, please. Don't be embarrassed! Ron's always li-"
"CLASS! Inside!"
I think I can honestly say that I have never been happier to see our greasy- haired, hook-nosed Potions master.
Chapter 3: Inquisitive Teenage Girls
I must say, everyone is acting most strangely. Me included. I mean, take the library for instance. How often is it that I lose track of time through reading? Actually......yes, that'd be pretty often.
After the remainder of breakfast passes fairly uneventfully, apart from Ginny's very unusual behaviour, I make my way down to the dungeons for Potions, alone. I have no idea where Harry's got to and quite frankly, after this morning, I'm not exactly hankering to see Ron.
There's a queue of Gryffindors and Slytherins outside the dungeons but no sign of Ron and Harry, or of Professor Snape.
Oh no. Lavender and Pavarti are coming over. Whenever I talk to them for longer than a few minutes, they seem dangerously close to kidnapping and performing another radical makeover on me (I foolishly allowed them to experiment last Christmas. The results were, shall we say, interesting. Put it this way, Pavarti and Lavender aren't the subtlest of girls when it comes to makeup).
I whip out my Potions notes and try to look utterly engrossed in the uses of belladonna, although in actual fact, I've been able to recite them from heart since first year.
Unfortunately, this doesn't seem to deter them. Instead they stand beside me, waiting for some acknowledgement of their presence. Lavender coughs rather loudly.
"Hermione?". I look up, feigning surprise.
"Hi there!" I say, with rather forced enthusiasm. This is it, I think resignedly. I'll be subjected to bubblegum pink nail varnish, blue eye shadow, tangerine lip gloss and every Merlinda Makesmooth hair product ever invented, all because I'm too nice to say no.
But...
"Where's Ron then?" asks Lavender, going extremely giggly and doing something funny with her eyes. Oh! She's winking! Wait a minute..... she's winking??
"I don't know" I answer, a little puzzled. "I've no idea where Harry is eith-"
"Come on Hermione! You don't need to cover anything up! It's us! " Pavarti's practically quivering with excitement. Now I'm really confused.
"Cover what up?"
Lavender leans in and clutches my arm. With that manic glint in her eye, I'm a bit scared. "You and Ron! It's okay...we know!"
I must be staring at her bemusedly because she elaborates. "You're seeing him aren't you? Oh, Hermione, me and Pavarti always thought you made the cutest couple! Finally! We're so happy for you..."
Pavarti's nodding along enthusiastically with everything Lavenders saying. I struggle free of Lavender's surprisingly strong grip.
"Wait a minute! Wh-what do you mean I'm seeing Ron? Who said that?" I ask confusedly. Why am I stuttering? And why am I turning red?
Pavarti taps her nose in an infuriating manner while Lavender giggles even harder, and elbows me in the ribs.
She has very sharp elbows.
I laugh shakily. (Shakily? Why?!)
"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about! Me and Ron?! Why, that's-that's preposterous! We've never – the whole idea's quite ridiculous!"
And who should overhear this conversation but...
"What's this I hear Mudblood?," sneers Draco Malfoy, who happens to be passing with his usual sickening band of adoring female fans, "You and Weasley are an item?"
"NO! Of course not!"
I'm being surrounded.
Lavender looks at me in a way reminiscent of a fond grandmother.
"Hermione, please. Don't be embarrassed! Ron's always li-"
"CLASS! Inside!"
I think I can honestly say that I have never been happier to see our greasy- haired, hook-nosed Potions master.