Disclaimer: wtf

Merde de merde I forgot what I wanted to write. Why isn't anyone insisting or anything? I feel forgotten ::pouts:: anyhow, here goes. Harry's turn, righty right?

Note: Let's say they have the same subjects as last year, because I don't want to invent something, I'm not in the mood.

Chapter 6

*8*8*8*Harry's POV*8*8*8*

Sept. 2nd

"Potions. We start the year off with potions. Couldn't've been worse, han?" complained Ron. As usual. I wasn't really listening. As usual. Ron is getting on my nerves these days. As usual.

"Ron, please stop complaining, you could be starting by Divination," said Hermione, struggling with her bag.

"But I don't feel like stopping," pouted Ron, opening the door to the potions class. I sighed. Would Hermione and Ron ever stop bickering? I guess not. And this gives me a plan for tomorrow morning…

*/*\*/*\*/*\*/*\*/*\*/*\/*/a few hours later\*/*\*/*\*/*\*/*\*/*\

"Harry! Harry!" said someone, shaking me

"What?" I asked groggily, opening my eyes.

"Potions is finished, it's history. You slept through the whole class." Said Ron.

I groaned. Not again.

Sept. 3rd.

Last night, I sent an owl to Ron from Hermione, and one to Hermione from Ron. It pretty much said the same thing:

I like you a lot. Would you mind meeting me in the far corner of the common room tonight at 11:10? I'm almost sure we'll be alone.

Hermione or Ron.

Perfect plan. Or so I thought.

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