Cleo Chestra and the Wizards of America: Chapter 10
'Twas the day before Christmas…
And all threw the house, actually nothing was really happening. Cleo assumed as she rolled over to keep the light of day away from her that her mother was awake. She could smell the waffles and biscuits wafting around the house and seeping threw the cracks of her door.
"Fine!" Cleo bounced up from her bed and threw the covers of her. She had forgotten Hermione was still in it and at the feel of cold air on her bare feet she curled up and turned her head to look up at Cleo questionably.
"What are you doing? It's only 9:00!" Cleo rolled her eyes.
"The waffles have taken me hostage yet again. Not even blissful sleep can keep me away from them." Hermione sat up and looked up at her with a drowsy smile. Her eyes still seemed to be focussing.
"I'll come with you." She said. "With that description of breakfast I'll have trouble getting back to sleep." Cleo smiled and helped her up. They didn't even bother to get dressed. They just slipped on their robes and rather stumbled down the stairs into the kitchen. On the table, there wasn't waffles but a dead owl! Hermione screamed and fell back on Cleo who had stopped breathing.
"Awake now?" Mrs. Chestra brought some water next to the owl and smiled at Hermione.
"Don't worry Hun, Cleo has screamed ten times louder than that." Hermione looked extremely ill.
"Is it dead?" She said pointing to the brown and gray owl. Mrs. Chestra shook her head.
"No, Errol's alright, though he might be spending Christmas with us."
"This is Errol?" Cleo asked when she sat down to stroke him.
"Well that's what I would think. He came this morning with six mines pies and four packages." She said with a laugh and pointing at the gifts under the tree. "We also got this box from the post office." She said picking up a minuscule box. Cleo frowned.
"That must be Harry's present from the Dursleys." Mrs. Chestra huffed and set it back down. "Oh goodie." She muttered.
"What's that?" Hermione asked, pointing to a dirty box on the far side of Cleo's Mom. Mrs. Chestra's eyes glinted.
"Er…that came by a hawk." She said. Hermione took it from her and looked at it. On the very top of the box was a paw print and another of a hippogriff.
"Sirius." Cleo whispered. Hermione must have heard her and snapped her head over to Cleo.
"What?" Cleo acted.
"Could you put that under the tree Hermione?" Hermione picked it up but she still kept suspicious eyes on Cleo. Cleo felt like she swallowed a bowling ball. It choked in her throat and finally fell with a bang in her stomach. She wonted with all her might to tell Hermione what she knew. She knew that they had no idea, but still were wondering. She didn't wont to keep secrets from them. The boys came down the stairs.
"A hawk came Harry." She said swiftly and not looking at him. She could fell his eyes on her and heard the scouring feet into the living room to see what it had left.
"Errol!" Ron said running over to the table. "What happened to him?"
"Mince pies and gifts." Cleo smiled. Hearing Ron's voice made her feel comfort. He smiled back at her. Harry and Hermione came back to the table. Both of them were keeping a close eye on Cleo. Mrs. Chestra brought them their breakfast, which they ate in silence. Cleo looked up from her clear plate to her friends.
"You might wont to watch some television, I'll be right back, I'm just going to get dressed." Ron was looking forward to seeing a TV work so Hermione and Harry took him in the living room and showed him. Cleo stepped over to her mother.
"Is the hawk still here Mom?" She nodded casually.
"Yes, it flew up to your room when you both had came down." Cleo thanked her and took some waffles and some lemonade.
When she came to her room, she saw the hawk on her window seal. She tip toed over to it and stroked the top of its soft head.
"Take this back to Sirius, I'm sure he's very hungry." As she was putting the food into a box, The sounds of causuous feet met her ears. Cleo stopped, trying to pick up the sounds, indeed they were there, and stopped in the doorway. Her eyes shifted to the very side of her face. Within a blur saw Harry, Hermione and Ron in the doorway.
"What are you doing Cleo?" Hermione asked slow and cynical. It was clear that Hermione had no drought in her mind she had figured out what Cleo was hiding. Cleo didn't know what to say.
"What do you know about Sirius Cleo!" Harry asked with fire burning in his lovely green eyes. The tears were stinging her own. Oh tell them! God just tell them! The thoughts begged in despair.
"I can't tell you Harry." She croaked. He ran forward and grabbed her by the arms.
"Cleo you tell me now what you know about my God father!" Cleo wrenched his gripping fingers of her.
"Get off of me Harry!" she bellowed.
"Why wont you tell us! Were your friends Cleo!" Hermione screeched.
"That exactly why I can't tell you!" Cleo insisted.
"That makes no scene!"
"Lay of Hermione." Ron said sternly.
"Shut up Ron! I knew you would stick up for your girlfriend." Ron bit the inside of his lip while his stair grew cold and hollow. The words rung inside her ears and felt them burst. Cleo pushed aside Harry and looked on Hermione like a dog to a dirty field cat.
"Don't you dare say that, just because your jealous that Ron doesn't fancy you anymore!" Ron's eyes left Hermione's flaming face with a look of extreme astonishment.
"Wha-what? Ron never…did…" She looked to Ron for answers but Cleo was the one with answers and she didn't care if they all came out. She couldn't stand for it anymore.
"But of course you wouldn't know that Hermione, you were too busy drooling over Harry to even consider Ron's feelings!"
"Cleo!" Hermione said in a soft urgent whisper.
"Excuse me!" Harry exclaimed, coming into the argument at last. The anger still hadn't drained and seemed to be leaking as Cleo squirted out more.
"You think your so smart Hermione but you don't even know half the things I know! I know every mistake you've made, every question you've answered ever scene you've stepped foot inside Hogwarts! And Harry…" Cleo slowly turned to him and when she spoke she found what came out was nothing but a brittle hiss.
"And you Harry, I know every tear you've shed, every worry that crossed you mind!" Ron spoke for what was clearly running threw the others minds.
"Cleo, you've gone mad!" Cleo turned to Ron and felt the utmost pain in her hart.
"I wish I were Ron! Oh how I wish…" She felt the tears cloud her vision. "I wish you were all still fictional!" She said pointing to Harry and Hermione madly. "I wish J.K. Rolling never wrote those damn books!" Even if she tried she couldn't contain her tears any longer. She didn't even look at them when she rushed past Hermione and Ron and into her brother's room and locked herself inside.
"celare!" She told it and ran over to the bottom bunk. It wasn't long until she heard six feet scattering to the door and a sudden bang on it.
"Alohomora!" Hermione demanded, the door didn't open.
"I know that one too Hermione!" Cleo sobbed from her bed.
"How do you know? All of that, how?" Harry's voice shot threw the door.
"Cleo, we just need to talk to you, please open the door." Hermione said soothingly.
"revelum." Cleo said and the door banged open, as well as the small thump Hermione made when she fell in, apparently pressing on the door.
"I can't believe this, I can't believe I just told you all that." Hermione looked guilty when she sat on the edge of the bed. Ron knelt down beside her.
"But Cleo, who do…" Cleo stopped him by shaking her head.
"I can't tell you Ron."
"But why not Cleo!" Harry insisted. Cleo bit the inside of her bottom lip.
"I just can't tell you Harry, McGonagall made me promise." Her voice was throbbing.
"Cleo you must! It's about us!" Hermione urged.
"Ask J.K. Rowling." Cleo grunted as she hugged her knees. Ron rubbed her foot.
"What dose she got to do with this?" Harry asked forcefully. Ron stopped and looked into Cleo eyes.
"Wait, didn't you say before you went in hear 'I wish J.K. Rowling never wrote those books'?" Cleo looked down at Ron with her mouth hanging slightly, she could fell her eyes were intense.
"Are you saying she wrote about us!" Hermione said like lava.
"But Hermione, don't you still have her?' Harry questioned.
"No! Remember I set her free! Of course! I thought I had taught her a lesson!"
"RITA SEEKER!" Cleo yelled suddenly as her head sprung into the air, hitting the bunk as a matter of fact.
"What?" They screamed up at her.
"Rita Seeker, in J.K.'s books she wrote about a character Rita Seeker that bugged you all last year Harry, and wrote articles in the daily Profit about you all." Hermione's face was crimson with frustration.
"She needs to get things strait! She was the one who did that!"
"I know!" Cleo shouted "Oh, don't you see? You found out that she was bugging you for the Daily Profit, what if she was bugging you for something else Harry?" The glow of understanding generated from Harry's face.
"To write the books!" He said, in an awed whisper. Cleo nodded.
"Harry she could have been bugging you your entire life!"
"But if she had been doing that, how come we've never even heard of the books?" Ron asked the obvious question.
"We were especially careful around you," She shrugged and smiled. "or at least I tried." Ron squeezed her hand.
"But no ones heard of them!" Hermione insisted. "They are apparently so famous in the Muggle world…" Harry Groaned at this and put his face in his hands.
"Yeah, 'cause I need to be famous in the Muggle too!" Hermione gave him a sympathetic look and went on.
"Be that as it may, they're so famous, it's impossible for them not to travel to the magical world!" Cleo shook her head.
"Yes, but you would be surprised how possible it can be. McGonagall and Dumbledore seemed to think the same thing. McGonagall told Lindsey and me that they had put a spell on the magic world so that the very mention of the books is non-existent, thus no one knowing."
"Then how can we understand this?" Harry asked. Cleo started having the feeling of an interview.
"J.K. put a rebound on the direct characters so she could be able to bug you all." Ron put his chin in his hands.
"Wicked."
"So you know everything about us." Harry said.
"Mostly you, seeing its in your view." Harry shook his head like saying "figures."
"I swear, I'll step on her next time!" Hermione said threw grinding teeth.
"No!" Cleo worried.
"Why not?" Harry asked.
"She's really wonderful, and she didn't Wright anything bad about you, it was just as it happened."
"That's not bad?" Harry asked skeptically.
"This is how you got into fifth year isn't it?" Hermione knottiest. Cleo nodded.
Harry suddenly became frantic.
"Wait, what if the ministry finds out about the books and everything, what if J.K. tells them where Sirius is!" Cleo assured them that wasn't going to happen.
"Only we and Dumbledore and some of the staff know about them, and besides J.K. wouldn't be fool enough to mess with them. Not even in the books did she specify on where he was hiding." Except the one in Hogsmade but like I said she won't be fool enough to mess with Dumbledore.
"Hay, you wont to send some Christmas cheer to Sirius now?" Cleo begged. She was at peace with Harry, Hermione, and Ron at last so she wonted too chill out. Harry still seemed a little agitated. Cleo grabbed his shoulders and shook him.
"Harry! Listen to me…Sirius-is-safe. Dumbledore is making sure of that and I believe that Lupin is as well. Please Harry be happy, its Christmas for crying out freaking loud!" Harry broke free of Cleo's hold and glared.
"Cleo, if he's hurt…" Cleo simply screamed.
"You think I don't know how much he means to you! I swear, if anything happened to him I would crawl and die with you! Now right now he's all I'm thinking about! If you don't mind I would like to spread a little Christmas cheer to him." Harry sighed. Ron seemed to dumb-struck to speak. Hermione just spoke up.
"Theirs little cheese cakes down stairs." Cleo smiled at her.
"Come on." She said and walked down the stairs with Ron behind her, probably cause he didn't know what else to do. As Harry stepped out Cleo stopped him and held out her hand.
"We cool?" Harry looked down at it and back at Cleo. He was thinking a little longer than Cleo's liking.
"Why'd she write 'um Cleo?" Cleo shrugged.
"Money, fame, all desirable things Harry, and you are a desirable topic." Harry's face askew into a scowl.
"I don't wont to be famous! Famous for something I don't even remember, why'd it have to happen to me?" Cleo did have some ideas, but perhaps it wasn't the best time to point out that His father could have been an Auror. At last she smiled at him and hugged him.
"All things happen for a reason." She left it at that and they went down the stairs to make Sirius's Christmas package.
Mrs. Chestra hadn't even bothered to stop them, perhaps she really didn't wont to know what they were doing. Cleo trimmed the box, while Hermione arraigned the food attractively. They had assigned Ron and Harry to collect the food, which Cleo knew from experience, boys are skilled in. They…eventually packed it all up and adding a letter they had all signed sent the bird off.
"See." Cleo said, placing her hands on her hips and turning to them. "I wasn't up to no good." Hermione rolled her eyes.
List of "Night before Christmas stuff"
As developed by-
Harry Potter
Ron Weasley
Hermione Granger &
Cleo Chestra
Decorate the tree
Go to Midnight Mass
Have Cocoa
Watch Movie
And which they did, in that odder as a matter of fact!
Cleo, Hermione, Ron, and Harry enjoyed showing their magic off my levitating all of the ordainments up the tree. To continue their charade Ron even levitated Cleo up to the top of the tree, in order to put the Angle on. (A grate improvement on their last strategy, standing on a really big box.)
After they had finished and had taken a moment to admire, They were off to Midnight Mass. They had all dressed up and were walking into church when Cleo realized that this was by far the most up lifting thing about Christmas in her own opinion. The chorus had obviously practiced months before December. Tickling Cleo to death was when one of the singers sang "Marry did you know?" The decorating was exquisite, Cleo suspected that it took up some amount of the budget for the Church! But what Cleo adored most was not the Chorus or decorating (although essential) but the reading. She loved this story, and lucky for her she heard it every year! Hermione, Ron and Harry seemed rather impressed as well.
It was latter than Cleo had expected when they came home, but that didn't make any difference in their plain. Mr. Chestra was putting in "Christmas Carol" and rewinding threw the pre-views while Mrs. Chestra prepared the drinks. Harry snuggled down on the couch (Right by Hermione Cleo observed) and sighed.
"This is so much better than Christmas at the Dursleys!" Cleo put on a puppy dog face.
"Bet it was." Harry shook his head.
"I remember this one year, I was six at the most. They had gone all out that year. Uncle Vernon bought all these new decorations and Aunt Petunia was bringing in so many presents for Dudley I couldn't walk into the living room! One day I was attempting to and I fell down on one of them. Dudley started screaming his head off and saying that I had broke it! On purpose! They locked me in the cupboard all day and threw Christmas morning, with a bowl of soup that had been sitting out for a week." Hermione shook her head.
"I wish Sirius would be cleared so you could live with them." Hermione whispered to him. Harry smiled at her and bent his head slightly. His hair started brushing up against hers. The movie started and Mrs. Chestra handed them their drinks.
"See not to spill that on my couch." She said warningly. The time spent was delightful. They were in full darkness except for the glittering lights of the tree. The night was over far to quickly for Cleo and her comrades.
"The quicker you go to bed the quicker you can open presents." Cleo's Mom said temptingly.
"We'll go to bed, just not fall asleep." Cleo whispered to Hermione. Hermione bobbed her head.
"You don't know the torture I go threw having to wait 'till the boys wake up every year!"
"I know what you mean." Cleo said thinking back to her brothers. "Don't worry, I've prepared this year." They all promenaded up the stairs and into their rooms. The boys weren't going to have any trouble sleeping; they were almost asleep as it was! Cleo however had more devious ideas in mind.
"I brought all the board games down from the attic and some toys." Cleo explained as they got dressed. Hermione agreed on a game and started playing, for about two minutes. They ended up just talking instead. Mostly they talked about O.W.A.L.S until there was a knocking on the door. They hadn't heard it at first, it was just a light rapping but after they had searched the room and figured out it was coming from the door they opened it.
Ron and Harry were standing outside their door with a long blanket draped around their shoulders and annoyed expressions on their face.
"Harry, Ron, Why aren't you asleep?" Cleo asked when she let them in.
"Do your brothers always snore like that?" Ron growled.
"Yes, either that or talk to each other in their sleep."
"Oh!" Harry said to Ron. "That's probably why Ben asked us to get him some water." Hermione laughed.
"What have you two been doing?" Ron asked, perceiving the board games.
"Trying to play games but just ended up talking." Ron seated himself down along with Harry.
"So what do you wont to do now?" Cleo shrugged.
"Just nothing too loud or else everyone will wake up." Cleo cautioned. Hermione tried to spark up some conversation then.
"You know that this is the first time I've ever been in America? It doesn't rain so mush hear."
"Yeah it's real nice." Ron agreed.
"Strange there hasn't been any magic people here in so long, wonder why." Harry said.
"Honestly Harry, can't you spend a day without trying to solve a mystery?" Ron groaned
"A mystery I've been trying to solve scene September!" Cleo pointed out.
"Your just cool Cleo!" Ron instead, wanting desperately for this conversation to end.
"Glad you think that Ron but there must be more to it than that!" Hermione shook her head.
"No…no, actually that is a theory. Cleo, you and Lindsey might just have a power about you that could overwhelm whatever stopped Americans from existing." Ok, she doses have a point.
"But then what was stopping from American Witches from existing?"
"Bet Dumbledore knows." Cleo mumbled irritably. "They all think I can't deal with the truth, all underestimating me!" Harry snorted.
"Know what you mean."
"Why wont they tell me!" Hermione smirked at her.
"They didn't wont you to tell us about the books too didn't they?"
"They thought it might be dangerous." Cleo explained optimistically.
"So maybe that's why they won't tell you and Lindsey." That was a good jab in the stomach but Cleo thought of another point.
"But they were wrong about you!"
"Well…" Harry shrugged. "That was more of a precaution, were always getting ourselves into things." Cleo pouted.
"That sucks." Hermione waved her finger at Cleo.
"Don't pout Cleo, you could get coal in your stocking." Cleo glared at Hermione's finger. Don't wave that at me!
"Coal has its uses." Cleo said, think distinctly about throwing it.
"Wont to play a game?" Harry compromised. That was a very annoying thing about Harry, Hermione, and Ron. They had impeccable timing. They played "Sorry" about seven times, Ron had fallen asleep and they were incredibly bored.
"What time is it?" Cleo asked as she pushed her peace five spaces with her index finger.
"7:15." Hermione said threw a yawn. Cleo's eyes darted to the clock, then her radio and back at Hermione.
"Wake up time." Before either Harry or Hermione could say anything she turned on some Christmas music and cranked it up to volume 10. Hermione had her hands over her ears and was smiling. Ron woke with a start and had to have leapt five feet of the ground.
"What the…?" Ron asked, looking at the radio like it had to be destroyed.
"Wake up!" The three of them yelled over the music. Just then Drew and Ben slammed open the door.
"And Marry Christmas to you too!" Ben said far from his usual cheery manner. Andrew took the liberty to turn it down and gave them a death glare. Now Andrew could be a very scary thing when he wonted to, right about then you felt as if you could wet your paints.
"Get your parents and go down stairs." All four of them didn't hesitate to obey his demands.
"I'll just go make some coffee then." Ron said. Cleo's parents were too awaken by the music so they all decided to have an early Christmas. The glow was visible from the third step, the tree, gifts just glittered! All the children, and adults simply dove into their gifts. Cleo had gotten a Weasley sweater, orange with a green "L" in it. A magical sowing kit from Hermione, a music box from Ron, (AWWWW!) The coolest mood ring from Harry, (that actually worked!) It instantly turned pink, for pleased. Her parents had made a locket for her. On one side, it had a picture of her brothers and the other side had a picture of them. Ben had gotten her a baseball hat with a wand and broomstick crossed together, as Andrew got her several CD's which Cleo turned on as soon as she has gotten the chance.
Everyone loved the gifts she had gathered for them, especially Ron with his Quidditch robe. Cleo was interested to see Harry's gifts partially Sirius. He opened it in front of anyone to reveal…LOADS of things!
"Theirs gifts for each of us!" Harry said excitedly. Harry pulled out an exotic sort of potion.
"This ones mine, says its plant grow. 'Grow plant on anything!" Harry said with his eyes glittering madly.
"Wicked!" Ron said, pulling out his own. It was Crudely Cannons hand pads.
"At this rate you'll have the inter uniform soon!" Hermione laughed. She dug threw the box and had a black box with a white square in the middle of it.
"What is it?" Hermione asked. Amazingly shinny green words appeared saying "I am an Andswarian. I can answer any question at any time." Hermione squealed.
"That is great!" She clapped.
"Get yours Cleo!" Ron urged. Cleo gladly did so and retrieved a tiny little box. She opened it and saw two plain, gold red earrings. Her mother cooed.
"Oh! Those are lovely!" Cleo starred at them. They were lovely and some what over whelming. She had no idea how, but like they were very special.
"Cleo." Hermione grinned. "Do you like them?" Cleo took her eyes away from the little gold earrings, her eyes feeling a little odd.
"I adore them!" Cleo decided that any gift from Sirius was special. She put them on, along with the rest of her jewelry.
The rest of the day was lazy, except for when they were told to put all their gifts away. As they balanced their stuff in their arms and wobbled up the stairs Harry craned his neck to talk to them.
"There was something else in the box." Harry said.
"What?" Ron asked with intrigue flowing in the simple word.
"It's a letter." Harry said threw a grunt when putting down his things in the boy's room. Cleo and Hermione quickly put their belongings in their own room and went to see Harry's letter.
"Read it Harry." Ron pushed. Harry unfolded it and read allowed.
"Dear Harry, Hermione, Ron and Cleo,
(Cleo swelled at the sound of her name.) Marry Christmas fist of all. I hope that all of your gifts will be of some use to you in the near future. Greetings to Cleo, who I especially hope, will find her gift useful. (Harry looked over the rim of the paper at Cleo. His green eyes squinted, showing that he was smiling at her, he went back to reading.) Now, I have traveled back to Hogsmade so that I could see/meet you all. Hopefully next month, next Hogsmade trip. Buckbeak says hi. Then theirs a paw print."
"You should write back to him and tell him we can." Hermione advised. Harry took some paper and a quill out from his suite case.
"What should we write?" Harry asked, wanting to include them.
"Well, you could start off with 'Dear Sirius and Buckbeak'." Ron joked.
"Then that we loved that gifts and thank you for thinking of us." Hermione added. Harry scribbled it down.
"And that were looking forward to seeing him." Cleo said truthfully, she was shaking with excitement! Harry put it down and wrote "Hope your ok." And they all signed it. Harry sent Headwig off with the letter and they continued their day.
The days slipped by, each day much like the last except for the little highlights. Like on Wednesday. Ron was sitting around on the couch, with a dull expression on his face. Quite suddenly his eyes perked up and looked with interest in the corner.
"Cleo!" He yelled up the stair.
"Uh?" Cleo grunted back down at him.
"Come hear!" Cleo, Hermione, and Harry stampeded down the stairs to Ron.
"Uh?" Cleo repeated.
"What's that?" Ron wondered, and he pointed to the DVD of Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone. Cleo smirked at him.
"That would be the film about your first year."
"Let's watch it!" Ron said happily. Hermione and Harry sat down beside him. Hermione didn't look all that excited about it. But she had said that she was interested in seeing all the things J.K. had screwed up in it, so she stayed put. Cleo put it in and the movie started.
"Who is that?" Ron asked, pointing to Dumbledore while he walked down the dark street of Pivot Drive.
"Dumbledore of course!" Cleo responded.
"That is not Dumbledore." Harry said bluntly.
"Harry, shut up." Cleo snapped.
"What does this have to do with the first year?" Harry continued on his rampage.
"Will you watch the movie?" Cleo said in frustration. They remained silent up so when McGonagall started talking.
"This is the night when I defeated Voldimort, this is how it happened!" Harry awed. Cleo tilted her head.
"In a matter of speaking. In the book, they go into more detail, but the movie is on a time limit so they can only keep so many things in." They watched intently after that, until…
"That? That is me?" Harry said pointing to Daniel Radcliff. Hermione's eyes grew wide.
"Ohh! He's cute!" Cleo laughed while the boys stared at her.
"Hermione!"
"You should see him without the glasses!" Cleo winked at her.
"Cleo!" Ron gasped. Cleo kissed him and watched the TV some more. Then, as Cleo had suspected when Rupert appeared there was another fit.
"Ha! Look at Fred and Gorge! WOW! Is that me?" Ron bellowed.
"Yep, and that Ginny, and that's your Mum."
"Bull!" Ron screamed.
"Yeah, Ron's right." Hermione agreed. "That boy has actual meat on him!" Ron twitched his fingers, as if restraining himself from strangling her.
"And he's too cute, and to short, and doesn't have enough freckles, and his hair isn't curtly enough." Hermione determined. Ron was so close to killing Hermione, Cleo had grab his head and turn it back the TV. That was about when Emma appeared on the screen. Hermione screamed.
"Get her off the screen, get her off NOW!"
"Yeah, Your Right Hermione, she's too pretty." Harry stared at Emma.
"She can't bloody act!" Harry settled. Cleo nodded.
"No, she isn't very good is she? Hopefully she'll get better."
"Theirs going to be more movies?" Hermione jeered.
"Well…DU! Theirs four books as is! I suppose they'll make movies for all the books."
"Well they better get a new cast soon! They look nothing like us!" Ron huffed. Hermione agreed.
"Yeah, and they act nothing like us!" She growled right after Emma had said "And you are…pleasure." Ron looked over at Harry.
"Well…actually…er…that isn't a bad impression." Hermione glared and looked back at the movie…for a while.
"Why dose Seamus keep blowing up?" Ron said, adding to his lists of complaints. Cleo as you know didn't care for that either.
"They needed to screw up the movie some how. I don't like it either, so you're not alone."
"They could have put much better, and more influential scene in the movie than that!" said Hermione.
"Tell me about it." At long last, the three of them seemed to keep the gripping to themselves, thank the lord. Cleo could see where they might be irritated, but honestly, did they have to say it during the movie? Ron started clapping when the chess scene came.
"Ah yes! Now this is entertainment!" Ron watched in wonder.
"No you can't! There must be another way!" Emma screamed. Ron put on a dramatic air.
"No Ron! Don't do it! We love you too much!" Cleo shook her head.
"And then you get waked up side the head." Just like clockwork that indeed happened. Then Hermione's dramatic part came.
"Oh no." Hermione said, and put her hand on her head.
"What is it?" Ron asked.
"I hoped they would skip this part."
"Your grate wizard Harry, you really are…" Emma rambled (unconvincingly). Ron started laughing while Hermione hid behind her hair.
"Did you really say that!" Hermione was completely silent when Harry answered for her.
"Well actually…" Hermione pounced on him and grabbed the neck of his shirt.
"Harry if you say one more word I'll rip the voice box out of your throat, turn it into a ant and step on it!" Hermione simply screeched. Harry's eyes shifted over to Ron.
"Never mind."
"Yeah." At very long last the movie had come to its conclusion and Cleo was left with their complaints.
"Hated Emma." Hermione begin.
"Things were very shifty."
"Just plain…"
"Brilliant!" Ron ended in awe. Hermione and Harry raised eyebrows at each other and left to go upstairs. The most surprising and thrilling thing of all that happened that week was they day before they went home.
Ron and Cleo were sitting down watching a stupid show when Her mother suggested that they go and get their things together. Since they weren't missing anything on TV, they went up without argument. Ron was just stepping into his room when they both found Harry and Hermione red handed kissing!
"Harry!" Ron yelled the same time Cleo had screamed "Hermione!" Hermione's eyes flashed up at them and pushed Harry away.
"I would have never guessed…WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US?" Ron insisted. Cleo nodded forcefully. Hermione perched her lips and looked at Harry.
"Were sorry, we just thought you would make a big deal about it!"
"Big deal? WHO'S MAKING A BIG DEAL!" Cleo said franticly, a little hurt Hermione hadn't told her.
"Well, we mean get mad or something." Harry explained. Cleo put her hand on her chest.
"Why?" They didn't answer. "I think it's perfectly wonderful!" Hermione's eyes grew almost as wide as Cleo's.
"Honestly?"
"Perfectly honest!" Hermione and Cleo grabbed one another, giggling and hugging. Ron and Harry stood together sneering.
"And to keep them from doing that in my presents." Harry muttered. All in all, it was a thoroughly enjoyable visit, but Cleo wasn't too regretful to go back to Hogwarts.
Her parents hugged and kissed her goodbye (The boys had left earlier that week) and left them to make their trip back. (Cleo whispered to her Mom before they left that Ron and her were seeing each other and to tell her Dad when they were out of the country.) Her Mom laughed and told her to get going. Then at long last they were back at Hogwarts.