A/N: Ok, so I know this chapter isn't as good as the other two, but I did
my best. If any of you think you've got an idea for me to go with on this
story, I'd be mildly interested. lol. I know how the story is going to end
up, but I'm not sure about all the other little bits, but we'll see how
that goes. A friend of mine recently told me I should put up another
chapter to my "untitled" story. I'm thinking about it. So, if you've read
that story too then ideas for its next chapter would be greatly
appreciated. This chapter has a lot of dialogue, which I don't usually do.
So that's probably why I feel this is chapter is a little worse than the
others are, but like I said I tried my best. Next chapter will probably
have less talking and more thinking.
Disclaimer: No, I don't. I wish I did, but alas, they are not mine, and never will be. So, as long as they aren't mine and I hold no real responsibility for the cause of their destruction then I might as well continue to write.
Chapter Three-
15minute breakfast, the hairy lama diversion and a Mountain of sugar
Ron finished copying Hermonie's essay and left the library in a hurry to get to the great hall for the last 15minutes of breakfast.
He scoffed down bowl after bowl of cereal as Harry and Hermonie sat and ate steadily.
"I heard from Professor McGonagal this morning that we've got to come up with the most suitable object to turn into a human head next transfiguration lesson. Apparently it's worth 15% of our total mark." Hermonie spoke to Harry and Ron.
"I'll give you 40 galleons to think of it for me" "No, Harry" refused Hermonie. "Fine, 30.." This statement was left uncommented.
"Harry, can you pass me the sugar mate?"
"Yeah, sure thing"
Harry reached for the sugar, an arms length from his sitting place, and brought it nearer. He passed it to Ron and withdrew his grasp from the sugar jar a little too soon. Ron fumbled the jar, but due to his oversized, novelty, adolescent hands he clumsily dropped it and spilled its contents over the table. Hermonie giggled.
"Sorry" Harry apologised.
"That's Alright. A mountain of sugar is too much for one man. It's clear now why God portions it out in those tiny little packets."
"Here," Ron said, "Before I forget" Ron handed Hermonie's essay back to her.
"Last time Ron. That was officially the last time"
"Yeah I know, the last time, the last time. That was officially the last time"
"Good"
"That was the last time I'll ever come down late to breakfast."
"Yes- I mean no! No more borrowing my homework from me Ron!"
"Sure thing, no more late breakfast Hermonie, I swear, I'll never do it again"
"Ron-"
"Don't worry Hermonie, I know you worry. But seriously, that was the last time I'm ever going to shovel down breakfast. All I have to do is copy your homework the night before, simple.
"No Ron-"
"No Hermonie, don't fuss. This plan is full proof. If I copy your homework in the evening then I'll have a wholesome breakfast, you'll have undisturbed sleep and everyone's happy.
"Ron!"
Ron got up from Gryffindor table, put his plate up with the rest of the dirty dishes on the rack, picked up his bag and set off to divination without Harry.
Hermonie ground her teeth as Harry got up to leave.
"Let it go Hermonie, he's only joking, hopefully."
Harry smiled at Hermonie before turning in Ron's direction.
"Hey wait up for me!"
Ron slowed for Harry as he reached the first set of staircases.
"So what's this about you being in Hermonie's dormitory 'ey? Harry teased, knowing in truth that nothing had happened.
"har har har".
"How'd you get up there?"
"Well, as you know, all my previous attempts hadn't succeeded. Then last night I thought of something so simple it was stupid"
"What did you use?"
"Well, I used the Wingardr-, Hey! There's no way I'm telling you that! My sisters up there too, and there is no way I'm making it that easy for you!"
"Darn" Harry exclaimed in a thickly hillbilly accent.
"So, you do like my sister!"
"Damn you Ron, my plan has been foiled once again!" Harry thought
"No"
(A/N: When is denial not a typical context of a male when confronted with something they are thoroughly embarrassed about?)
"Oh, anyway, I only went up there for her potions essay. I'd forgotten to do it."
"Forgotten or couldn't be bothered?"
"What's the difference?"
"Good point"
***
Ron, Hermonie and Harry sat themselves down beside Ginny that evening at dinner after half a day of instruction on their upcoming Transfiguration exam. Thoroughly exhausted the three of them ate quickly.
"I thought you said you weren't going to shovel down meals any more Ron?"
"Breakfast Hermonie, I said that about breakfast".
"Whatever. Can you pass the chicken wings?"
"Of course Hermonie dearest. Anything else?"
"Ok, what do you want."
"Why, whatever makes you think that I am after something?"
"Perhaps it's your tone of voice, perhaps it's your choice of words, or perhaps it's that you're applying no effort to make your attempt at laying it on thick subtle at all."
"Alright, fine. I need a partner for the Transfiguration practical exam."
Ron held his breath.
"I'll think about it."
"I would have chosen Harry but lets face it, he's hopeless ("Hey!") and you know how desperately I need help with this kind of thing and-"
"Believe me, I know-"
"Good and-Hey!"
***
"Alright, I'm off to bed" Ron said to Harry and Hermonie who had situated themselves in the Gryffindor common room for a game of Wizards chess, Hermonie was currently loosing, as usual.
"Already?"
"Yeah"
"It's only," Harry looked up at the clock above the fire "11:35, shit"
Ron drifted up the stairs and into his dormitory. He was far too tired to stay up and play Wizards chess, besides, Hermonie wasn't getting any better, so he figured he could always beat her tomorrow."
"One more game?" Harry directed at Hermonie.
Hermonie, who felt she was finally getting the hang of Wizards chess, hesitantly agreed. She wasn't too keen on late school nights, but she was determined not to be beaten again. Unfortunately, determination has nothing to do with Wizards chess and her crappy skills caused her yet another loss.
"Damn, shit, fuck!" Being a good sport wasn't really Hermonie's strong point.
"It's alright Hermonie. Everybody sucks at something, it's just a shame you suck at something I don't"
"I better get to bed, it's getting a bit late"
"Yeah, I think I might as well" Harry seconded as Hermonie placed the chess set down beside the arm chair closest to the fire."
Hey, Hermoine."
Yeah." Hermonie was always cautious at times when Harry asked her a question ending with her name followed with a long pause. This usually meant he was about to ask her something she knew she ether wouldn't be able to answer, or didn't want to.
"Do you know if Ginny.do you know of anyone that may like.what I mean to say is."
This was followed by a bunch of incoherent mumbo jumbo in which Harry mumbled something about hairy lama's and telling Ginny something important.
"Three guesses what" Hermonie silently thought.
"Hairy lama's?"
"Well, I just added that bit in as a diversion from what I was really trying to say."
"note to self: Hairy lama's = unsuccessful diversion"
"I'm not at liberty to say how Ginny feels. It's up to her to decide whether she wants to be with you or not. And that will be considerably difficult if she doesn't know, so I suggest you make a move before someone else does. Goodnight"
"Make a move? Who else? And your suggestion is a little rich," Harry said in defence, "you and Ron have been dancing around the subject for years-"
"There is no me and Ron. I don't know what you're talking about. Goodnight"
"Yes you do-"
"Goodnight" Hermonie repeated a little too firmly and made her way up the staircase to bed.
A/N: Please Read and Review! =P
Disclaimer: No, I don't. I wish I did, but alas, they are not mine, and never will be. So, as long as they aren't mine and I hold no real responsibility for the cause of their destruction then I might as well continue to write.
Chapter Three-
15minute breakfast, the hairy lama diversion and a Mountain of sugar
Ron finished copying Hermonie's essay and left the library in a hurry to get to the great hall for the last 15minutes of breakfast.
He scoffed down bowl after bowl of cereal as Harry and Hermonie sat and ate steadily.
"I heard from Professor McGonagal this morning that we've got to come up with the most suitable object to turn into a human head next transfiguration lesson. Apparently it's worth 15% of our total mark." Hermonie spoke to Harry and Ron.
"I'll give you 40 galleons to think of it for me" "No, Harry" refused Hermonie. "Fine, 30.." This statement was left uncommented.
"Harry, can you pass me the sugar mate?"
"Yeah, sure thing"
Harry reached for the sugar, an arms length from his sitting place, and brought it nearer. He passed it to Ron and withdrew his grasp from the sugar jar a little too soon. Ron fumbled the jar, but due to his oversized, novelty, adolescent hands he clumsily dropped it and spilled its contents over the table. Hermonie giggled.
"Sorry" Harry apologised.
"That's Alright. A mountain of sugar is too much for one man. It's clear now why God portions it out in those tiny little packets."
"Here," Ron said, "Before I forget" Ron handed Hermonie's essay back to her.
"Last time Ron. That was officially the last time"
"Yeah I know, the last time, the last time. That was officially the last time"
"Good"
"That was the last time I'll ever come down late to breakfast."
"Yes- I mean no! No more borrowing my homework from me Ron!"
"Sure thing, no more late breakfast Hermonie, I swear, I'll never do it again"
"Ron-"
"Don't worry Hermonie, I know you worry. But seriously, that was the last time I'm ever going to shovel down breakfast. All I have to do is copy your homework the night before, simple.
"No Ron-"
"No Hermonie, don't fuss. This plan is full proof. If I copy your homework in the evening then I'll have a wholesome breakfast, you'll have undisturbed sleep and everyone's happy.
"Ron!"
Ron got up from Gryffindor table, put his plate up with the rest of the dirty dishes on the rack, picked up his bag and set off to divination without Harry.
Hermonie ground her teeth as Harry got up to leave.
"Let it go Hermonie, he's only joking, hopefully."
Harry smiled at Hermonie before turning in Ron's direction.
"Hey wait up for me!"
Ron slowed for Harry as he reached the first set of staircases.
"So what's this about you being in Hermonie's dormitory 'ey? Harry teased, knowing in truth that nothing had happened.
"har har har".
"How'd you get up there?"
"Well, as you know, all my previous attempts hadn't succeeded. Then last night I thought of something so simple it was stupid"
"What did you use?"
"Well, I used the Wingardr-, Hey! There's no way I'm telling you that! My sisters up there too, and there is no way I'm making it that easy for you!"
"Darn" Harry exclaimed in a thickly hillbilly accent.
"So, you do like my sister!"
"Damn you Ron, my plan has been foiled once again!" Harry thought
"No"
(A/N: When is denial not a typical context of a male when confronted with something they are thoroughly embarrassed about?)
"Oh, anyway, I only went up there for her potions essay. I'd forgotten to do it."
"Forgotten or couldn't be bothered?"
"What's the difference?"
"Good point"
***
Ron, Hermonie and Harry sat themselves down beside Ginny that evening at dinner after half a day of instruction on their upcoming Transfiguration exam. Thoroughly exhausted the three of them ate quickly.
"I thought you said you weren't going to shovel down meals any more Ron?"
"Breakfast Hermonie, I said that about breakfast".
"Whatever. Can you pass the chicken wings?"
"Of course Hermonie dearest. Anything else?"
"Ok, what do you want."
"Why, whatever makes you think that I am after something?"
"Perhaps it's your tone of voice, perhaps it's your choice of words, or perhaps it's that you're applying no effort to make your attempt at laying it on thick subtle at all."
"Alright, fine. I need a partner for the Transfiguration practical exam."
Ron held his breath.
"I'll think about it."
"I would have chosen Harry but lets face it, he's hopeless ("Hey!") and you know how desperately I need help with this kind of thing and-"
"Believe me, I know-"
"Good and-Hey!"
***
"Alright, I'm off to bed" Ron said to Harry and Hermonie who had situated themselves in the Gryffindor common room for a game of Wizards chess, Hermonie was currently loosing, as usual.
"Already?"
"Yeah"
"It's only," Harry looked up at the clock above the fire "11:35, shit"
Ron drifted up the stairs and into his dormitory. He was far too tired to stay up and play Wizards chess, besides, Hermonie wasn't getting any better, so he figured he could always beat her tomorrow."
"One more game?" Harry directed at Hermonie.
Hermonie, who felt she was finally getting the hang of Wizards chess, hesitantly agreed. She wasn't too keen on late school nights, but she was determined not to be beaten again. Unfortunately, determination has nothing to do with Wizards chess and her crappy skills caused her yet another loss.
"Damn, shit, fuck!" Being a good sport wasn't really Hermonie's strong point.
"It's alright Hermonie. Everybody sucks at something, it's just a shame you suck at something I don't"
"I better get to bed, it's getting a bit late"
"Yeah, I think I might as well" Harry seconded as Hermonie placed the chess set down beside the arm chair closest to the fire."
Hey, Hermoine."
Yeah." Hermonie was always cautious at times when Harry asked her a question ending with her name followed with a long pause. This usually meant he was about to ask her something she knew she ether wouldn't be able to answer, or didn't want to.
"Do you know if Ginny.do you know of anyone that may like.what I mean to say is."
This was followed by a bunch of incoherent mumbo jumbo in which Harry mumbled something about hairy lama's and telling Ginny something important.
"Three guesses what" Hermonie silently thought.
"Hairy lama's?"
"Well, I just added that bit in as a diversion from what I was really trying to say."
"note to self: Hairy lama's = unsuccessful diversion"
"I'm not at liberty to say how Ginny feels. It's up to her to decide whether she wants to be with you or not. And that will be considerably difficult if she doesn't know, so I suggest you make a move before someone else does. Goodnight"
"Make a move? Who else? And your suggestion is a little rich," Harry said in defence, "you and Ron have been dancing around the subject for years-"
"There is no me and Ron. I don't know what you're talking about. Goodnight"
"Yes you do-"
"Goodnight" Hermonie repeated a little too firmly and made her way up the staircase to bed.
A/N: Please Read and Review! =P