Hey, well this is chapter 3, ugh, I'm not liking how this story is turning out so far...i guess I have to make it more serious, ok well chapter 3 I hope the story's improving.
"Well Hello Mr.Weasley, glad you could join us today," Professor McGonagall's
voice echoed through the class room, many students to Ron's discontent let out
small laughs. "you do realize this is the 3 time this week, I'm afraid this time I must
take 5 points from Gryffindor, so that you realize the consequences of your actions,
please take a seat and if you don't find I'd like to continue teaching my class." Ron
found an empty seat in between Harry and Neville, and didn't dare to speak. "Don't
worry mate, you didn't miss much, just the regular Pre-N.E.W.T.'s thing." Harry
whispered out of the corner of his mouth.
"Today class we will be performing the common disillusionment spell, meant to
make the person the spell is cast on blend in with its surroundings . . ." she went on
and on, about the proper way to cast the spell and its many uses.
"dellusiartus!" (DAY-loo-see-art-us) Ron yelled, he didn't know what went wrong,
but the small toad he had been practicing on turned into a slug. He stared bemused at
it, until Hermione poked him in the back with her wand. "you're doing it wrong," she
whispered, "you swish and jab," she mimicked the movements with her own wand,
"and your saying it wrong, it's DAY-loo- see-art-us, not Duh-loose-ee-ar-tus,
honestly Ron, pay attention!" "thanks for the kind advise," he stressed the word
'kind'. Ron had always found Hermione beautiful when she tried to correct him and
found himself gazing at her
Ron had loosened his tie, and his shirt was hanging over his pants by the end of the
day, but this was the way to dress at Hogwarts, it gave off a look of working hard, yet
still retaining your status quo, at least in the guy world.
Ron had become a loner lately and it became a habit between Harry and Hermione to
discuss what was wrong with him lately. In truth, although Harry and Hermione
would probably never suspect it, Ron had been hit with a serious case of love, and it
had knocked him down, beaten him with a cane, and slapped him. Harry and
Hermione stared through a window at Ron who was sitting by a great Beech Tree
near the lake, leaning back on the palms of his hands staring out into nothing-ness. 'I
can't do this much longer' he though clutching his heart, 'if I tell her there's a fifty
percent chance that she'll love me too, and well, a fifty percent chance that she
won't' he sighed at the thought of her not loving him back in the deep way that he
loved her. 'I'll tell her tomorrow' he re-assured himself, getting up off the damp
grass, and walking towards the castle. 'Tomorrow'
Um...well, this is a very, very, very, very, very, short chapter, it's what I like to call a "limbo" chapter, more of a filler, but I hope you enjoyed anyways :) pretty please, R&R