Disclaimer: It has come to my attention that a lot of people have been claiming that they own Harry Potter on this website. To them I say, Ha! You're delusional! Everyone whose anyone knows who owns Harry Potter. It is quite obvious after all.
Me.
(A/N) ::Sniffles:: I wasn't ecstatic about the review turnout. Was I too boisterous, because I can change! I can change ::sobs hysterically:: Well, I hope that we can put that past us ::fixes shirt and doesn't make eye contact:: Well maybe you guys can make it up to me. Will you? It's my un-birthday! Its probably yours too so you know how I feel, review!
Thanks to all you lovely people who reviewed, you are my inspiration, my light. Will you marry me? Twice? Okay a bit carried away, and I know polygamy is against the law (in America ::cheeky wink:: So I guess I'll just settle on thanking you all individually, unless you want to pursue something beyond that. Umm, I think I scared away a lot of potential reviews so disregard anything that is above. Please?
Also I most definitely do apologize for the time in which I had left you without a chapter to live on. I know that for some of you, my story is your only means of living. But do please try to let yourself live without this story. do try, I do know that it is incredibly hard.
AngelSerpent91: Yes, I do realize that this story is quite perverted. There is a simple explanation but I'll just use an age old excuse, hormones. (Hehehe, gets me out of anything) ::slaps herself a high-five:: Wow I may need a life, do you know of any good bargain prices?
Cold-eyes-for-you : I do believe that I connect with you, my faithful reviewer (please stay faithful) Ignore my insecure conscience. Where was I? Oh yes, I do believe I agree with you wholeheartedly on the whole best friend thing, having bee a victim (cough okay the perpetrator cough) of this many times. The horror! I'm completely glad that you find this remotely amusing because these are just sporadic thoughts that pop in my head. I should perhaps map a plot out, nah!
Deep blue quill : I will forgive you for the absence of your reviews. ::reaches out for a comforting hug while the audience, cheers and awws:: I'm glad you like my writing style, and I'm most definitely glad that you don't think it's weird, because I certainly do! Rambling is a problem that I find myself constantly an offender of, like the time when my friend, she's 16, ate this huge amount of cheese...
DazedPanda : I'm glad that you think my story sounds funny. But doesn't it look funny? ::crocodile tears pouring profusely out of my puppy dog eyes:: How could you be so cruel! Anywho, I did update, so do review!
Ilovetom88 : I'm very glad you are not a chain yanker, you know what they do to chain yankers! Yeah, neither do I. I'm very glad that you think this is awesome though I'm disinclined to believe anything that comes out of a serial chain yanker's mouth!
Hermione-Granger-420 : What do you mean that you wish he is real. He is real, you mad hatter. He's currently sitting next to me munching on my bag of cheetos. ::wrestles for a few minutes with thin air over a non-existent bag of cheetos:: Harry, yep, he is a bit wired. That's how I picture him now. (As a coffee addicted jinx)
sapphireazhalia: I'm extremely thrilled that you consider my story hilarious, but you do know that this is an angsty drama, right?
HPROXMYSOX: Wow, you have taken one of my favorite sayings. Ever. Rox my Sox, well it, hate to be redundant, rox my sox! I know that I should be offended buy your comment on idiocy but I do find it quite the opposite. I think that may have been what I was going for. Beats me! I have no idea its those stupid fluffy bunnies running around in my head.
Now on with the poorly organized show...
Through the Eyes of A Dragon
Chapter 5: How old are you?
" Gould joo gize baz de seerdup?"
"Here you are Ron." Hermione passed the syrup absentmindedly, not even bothering to chastise Ron about talking with his mouth full. It was no use, he did it more when you told him to stop.
"Where would be young Mr. Potter this fine morning?" A cold voice drawled sarcastically from behind Hermione. She turned around in the most polite manner possible. Right.
"And why, young Mr. Malfoy, would that be any concern of yours?" She asked in a sickly sweet voice that made half of the Gryffindor duck for fear of their last Headmistress had returned. What joy that would have been.
"Well, I was sent to retrieve the great scarhead for Snape, not that it is any business of yours." Draco dropped the chivalrous manner halfway through the sentence when he had finally realized he was still using it.
Hermione would not let it go however, she shifted on the bench until she sat facing the platinum blonde. "Mr. Malfoy, I assure you that Harry Potter, however good looking and clean-shaven he maybe, is not of that orientation." She spoke loudly, and all the hall turned their heads with slightly perplexed looks upon their faces. Hermione was more than happy to clarify her previous statement.
"So I do not believe that he would, at this time, be interested in accompanying you to this weekend's Hogsmeade trip. But I'm sure you're a nice lad, so scurry along. Perhaps you may ask one of the Slytherins, they seem to be into you." Hermione finished with a triumphant smirk upon her face, she wheeled around in her seat and began on her waffles yet again.
Draco Malfoy, if possible, turned paler than before. Excited whispers broke out in the hall. Hermione distinctly heard a few girls sigh and even saw a couple begin to cry. Draco just stood there, his mouth slightly ajar. His grey eyes narrowed into slits.
"I AM NOT GA–" He began to scream but was interrupted by the doors of the Great Hall opening loudly. Moments later, all thought s of a gay Draco left the brains of just about everyone in the room. Except perhaps, one or two boys who were now eyeing him.
Harry Potter burst through the crowd that gathered. He made his way to the right in a rhythmic motion. All the while his tap shoes clacking loudly upon the stone floors of the Great Hall. He raised his cape and made a few more elaborate steps with his shiny new shoes. Behind him stood three short and skinny Spanish men. In each of their hands was a different instrument. They began to play.
The bongos, guitar, and symbols echoed throughout the cavernous hall, but nothing louder than the ringing voice of Harry Potter.
"You once were a bookworm, and yet my friend. You were eleven then with frizzy hair."
He began with the rhythmic clapping of two more Spanish men emerging from the oak doors that served as an entrance to the Great Hall.
"Now look at you, look how you have grown." He wiggled his eyebrows and the guys nodded appreciatively. "Look at the past, how much strength you have shown!"
He glided towards the Gryffindor table in long sways, allowing everyone to see his extremely tight black Mariachi pants. The dangling upon his large black hat swung as if dancing to the music.
"Hermione Granger, you are no longer in danger. Today you are of age, now take your stage."
He lifted Hermione upon the long table and bowed in a most chivalrous manner, though secretly trying to look up her skirt. He can't be all romantic, I'm sorry.
"Today you turn seventeen, on this lovely day of September the nineteen." He finished gallantly, and helped her off the table. He lifted her petite form into his arms and spun her around until he was sure that the song 'vertigo' would make sense. He didn't quite get the whole 'one, two, three, fourteen' thing.
Hermione, although extremely shocked, stood on the bench and gave Harry a huge kiss on the cheek. This action was followed by several wolf whistles from the masculine portion of the crowd and sighs from the female.
When all had finally calmed, the bell for the first class of the day rang. Hermione's day floated past. No one had ever made such a spectacle of her birthday, if they had done anything at all. Her last class of the day was physical education so she began walking towards the gymnasium.
There was a huddle of boys outside of the door, but Hermione paid no attention to them as she had just caught a glance of Professor Verte. All thoughts flew out her mind. Goodness, that man was like a Greek God.
"So how are we all going to explain being out of class at the same time?" A raven-haired boy asked the three boys surrounding him.
"Well I think I've got it all figured out. I think we need to stage a duel between all of us. We can then say we're all in the hospital wing." Draco replied.
"Okay, but you know Madame Pomphrey will probably never let us go." The raven haired boy persisted. He did not want to be caught, because now he was a romantic.
"You may be good at serenading, Potter. But I have the Malfoy charm when it really counts." Draco retorted spitefully. Although he was secretly grateful to Harry for getting the focus off a very absurd claim. Mostly everyone had forgotten about it, except for a few boys. Which surprised Draco to no extent, he had been in the locker rooms with them before.
"So next class?" The red-head finally spoke up. All three boys nodded their heads. There was no turning back now. They were in this together. All for one, and one for all. Okay, this was too much for them all to handle. Getting along? No way!
(A/N) : There's an update. I am very surprised at the events of my chapter myself, although very happy about it. I know, sometimes I like to have stars in my eyes too. You can't hurt me, I wrote it! By the way, September 19th is Hermione's birthday. I checked the website. Hooray for an update. Now, review.
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