Harry Potter and the Teenage Angst
It was a cloudy day at Hogwarts and Harry sat by the window moodily making card houses. He was now very handsome with his emerald green eyes and jet black hair. Hermione was by the fire using Crookshanks as a sort of alive fur muff because of the cold weather. Crookshanks didn't seem to mind though because he got to chew a pair of Hermiones gloves. Ron was dozing gently underneath his potions homework, the parchment wrapped around him. The Gryffindor common room wasn't too busy because most people had gone down to the library to pick up the new copy of Pincer. A book about an emphatic crab fighting for his rights in a cruel modern world. It had gone straight to the top of the book sale charts.
Harry was looking slightly happier because he had got to an as yet unprecedented level of card house. Ron woke up with a start and took one look at his potions homework and uttered a small swearword. Hermione glared at the flurry of activity that was Ron, annoyed by his use of the swearword. "Ron!" He looked up enquiringly, still ensconced in parchment but holding a quill in his hand poised to do his homework. "Why didn't you do that earlier!" He shrugged and continued with his homework. Ginny wandered in. "Did you get that copy of Pincer you wanted?" asked Hermione conversationally. Ginny walked over to a seat near the fire and sank down into the seat. "No, Draco Malfoy did." She said angrily. Harry looked mildly surprised that Draco Malfoy could read. Ron was more forthcoming "He doesn't even like reading! Why did he get it first?" Ginny huddled into a small ball because of the cold. "He did it to annoy people and he got it first because his daddy gave a grant to the library!"
Harry looked faintly contemptuous but then got engrossed in a game of clock patience. "Yes I know Harry it is pitiful isn't it?" said Ginny also in a contemptuous tone. Hermione nodded but then realised Crookshanks had been chewing her favourite glove. She mended it with a flick of her wand and looked up. "I'm not sure you're right there. He's been trying to impress Lavender Brown." Harry glanced up with a face that was clearly saying, "Yes he has been in a Casanova mood for a bit hasn't he?" Ron was feverishly scribbling down on his parchment about the virtues of a miracle potion. Hermione looked critically at him "It will be a virtue of a miracle if Snape can read that!" she leant back in her chair quietly chuckling at her joke. Ron shot her a filthy look.
Ginny, who had been in contemplation for a while suddenly re- animated. "Yes, you are right. I saw him give Lavender a significant look." Harry nodded, his whole air saying, "By the virtue of the fact that Draco is trying to get Lavender, I wonder how long it will be before she relents and agrees to court him." Except probably in more teenager-like terms. He started a new game of patience. Ron, who was taking a respite from scribbling feverishly, chipped into the conversation " You don't like him, do you?" he asked worriedly. Hermione and Ginny both instantly replied with a loud "NO!" both looking revolted. Harry and Ron both were relieved.
Hermione suddenly stood up misplacing a formerly comfortable Crookshanks who hissed and ran under a chair. His yellow eyes glinting reproachfully. "I have the most brilliant idea!" This got the whole rooms attention. Probably because she shouted it and was standing up with a lightbulb over her head. "Watch the light." Hermione read from Harry's face and obediently moved a little to the left. "Why don't we set up a masquerade!" Seeing that all of her audience wore blank faces she went on to explain. "One of us girls could pretend to be interested in Malfoy and when he's interested, dump him for someone else! That would definitely set him down a peg or two." She sat down, awaiting feedback. Ron was suspiciously looking at her, Ginny was looking horrified as if someone had told her she had won a romantic date with Voldemort in the Shrieking Shack and Harry was gazing abstractly into space.
"What!?!" exploded Ron. Hermione was just about to speak in defence of her project when they noticed Harry. His expression was of someone who would say "Wait a minute this might just work!" Hermione spoke reassuringly "It's OK Ron neither of us would get emotionally involved." Glancing at her flame-haired friend that she cherished slightly more than friendly feelings for. Secretly she was quite gratified by his reaction.
"Who will do it?" asked Ginny still wearing a face that was strongly suggestive that she had just found some rotting kippers in her shoes. "Parchment, Quaffle and Wand? Loser gets the, the honour." Said Hermione, her mouth twisting slightly. Ginny nodded quietly still wearing a look that was like she had just found a tarantula in her bed. After a viscous bout of parchment, quaffle and wand it was decided. That both of them would have a go because they had forgotten how to play that particular game. Also both wanted revenge. All the people in the room identical evil smiles except Harry who was still gazing abstractly out of the window.
It was a cloudy day at Hogwarts and Harry sat by the window moodily making card houses. He was now very handsome with his emerald green eyes and jet black hair. Hermione was by the fire using Crookshanks as a sort of alive fur muff because of the cold weather. Crookshanks didn't seem to mind though because he got to chew a pair of Hermiones gloves. Ron was dozing gently underneath his potions homework, the parchment wrapped around him. The Gryffindor common room wasn't too busy because most people had gone down to the library to pick up the new copy of Pincer. A book about an emphatic crab fighting for his rights in a cruel modern world. It had gone straight to the top of the book sale charts.
Harry was looking slightly happier because he had got to an as yet unprecedented level of card house. Ron woke up with a start and took one look at his potions homework and uttered a small swearword. Hermione glared at the flurry of activity that was Ron, annoyed by his use of the swearword. "Ron!" He looked up enquiringly, still ensconced in parchment but holding a quill in his hand poised to do his homework. "Why didn't you do that earlier!" He shrugged and continued with his homework. Ginny wandered in. "Did you get that copy of Pincer you wanted?" asked Hermione conversationally. Ginny walked over to a seat near the fire and sank down into the seat. "No, Draco Malfoy did." She said angrily. Harry looked mildly surprised that Draco Malfoy could read. Ron was more forthcoming "He doesn't even like reading! Why did he get it first?" Ginny huddled into a small ball because of the cold. "He did it to annoy people and he got it first because his daddy gave a grant to the library!"
Harry looked faintly contemptuous but then got engrossed in a game of clock patience. "Yes I know Harry it is pitiful isn't it?" said Ginny also in a contemptuous tone. Hermione nodded but then realised Crookshanks had been chewing her favourite glove. She mended it with a flick of her wand and looked up. "I'm not sure you're right there. He's been trying to impress Lavender Brown." Harry glanced up with a face that was clearly saying, "Yes he has been in a Casanova mood for a bit hasn't he?" Ron was feverishly scribbling down on his parchment about the virtues of a miracle potion. Hermione looked critically at him "It will be a virtue of a miracle if Snape can read that!" she leant back in her chair quietly chuckling at her joke. Ron shot her a filthy look.
Ginny, who had been in contemplation for a while suddenly re- animated. "Yes, you are right. I saw him give Lavender a significant look." Harry nodded, his whole air saying, "By the virtue of the fact that Draco is trying to get Lavender, I wonder how long it will be before she relents and agrees to court him." Except probably in more teenager-like terms. He started a new game of patience. Ron, who was taking a respite from scribbling feverishly, chipped into the conversation " You don't like him, do you?" he asked worriedly. Hermione and Ginny both instantly replied with a loud "NO!" both looking revolted. Harry and Ron both were relieved.
Hermione suddenly stood up misplacing a formerly comfortable Crookshanks who hissed and ran under a chair. His yellow eyes glinting reproachfully. "I have the most brilliant idea!" This got the whole rooms attention. Probably because she shouted it and was standing up with a lightbulb over her head. "Watch the light." Hermione read from Harry's face and obediently moved a little to the left. "Why don't we set up a masquerade!" Seeing that all of her audience wore blank faces she went on to explain. "One of us girls could pretend to be interested in Malfoy and when he's interested, dump him for someone else! That would definitely set him down a peg or two." She sat down, awaiting feedback. Ron was suspiciously looking at her, Ginny was looking horrified as if someone had told her she had won a romantic date with Voldemort in the Shrieking Shack and Harry was gazing abstractly into space.
"What!?!" exploded Ron. Hermione was just about to speak in defence of her project when they noticed Harry. His expression was of someone who would say "Wait a minute this might just work!" Hermione spoke reassuringly "It's OK Ron neither of us would get emotionally involved." Glancing at her flame-haired friend that she cherished slightly more than friendly feelings for. Secretly she was quite gratified by his reaction.
"Who will do it?" asked Ginny still wearing a face that was strongly suggestive that she had just found some rotting kippers in her shoes. "Parchment, Quaffle and Wand? Loser gets the, the honour." Said Hermione, her mouth twisting slightly. Ginny nodded quietly still wearing a look that was like she had just found a tarantula in her bed. After a viscous bout of parchment, quaffle and wand it was decided. That both of them would have a go because they had forgotten how to play that particular game. Also both wanted revenge. All the people in the room identical evil smiles except Harry who was still gazing abstractly out of the window.