Hey! Sorry I haven't been updating for such a long time! Well anyways,
6th chapter here!! Yaayyy!! Thanks to my reviewers out there!
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From Ch.5
"No way!" a cold voice sneered. "You've got a girlfriend, Potter? Who would have such bad taste as to go out with you?"
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Harry knew that cold, sneering voice instantly. He wheeled around and found himself face to face with his arch-enemy. Draco Malfoy.
Draco was standing there with a sneer playing on his lips. His two boulder- like bodyguards stood a step behind him, waiting for Draco to order them to beat the crap out of Potty, the Weasel, and the know-it-all mudblood.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry snapped.
"Mind your manners, Potter," said Draco lazily. "I simply overheard your petty little conversation. So you have a girlfriend, Potter? Who?" asked Draco, with an air of annoyance.
Harry noticed this as well. "Why do you care, Malfoy? Jealous?" Harry asked a smug smile. A smile that looked suspiciously like a smirk.
"Yeah right. Why would I be jealous? So really, who is it? It's Granger isn't it?" asked Draco, who threw a disgusted look at Hermione. "Who else would have such poor taste?" he added.
"Shut up, Malfoy! I'm not dating Harry, goddammit!! Why don't you just leave us alone?" snapped Hermione, looking flushed and furious at the same time. Harry and Ron were taken aback by Hermione's sudden outburst. So did Draco. He looked startled for a moment then mumbled to Crabbe and Goyle, "Come on."
"Come on. We need to get to the grate at Flourish and Blotts to get back to the Burrow," Hermione said, in a voice a bit louder than usual. Harry and Ron glanced at each other quickly and followed her, silently. They didn't want to mess with her when she was in a mood like this. What was that all about, Harry wondered.
The trio arrived at Flourish and Blotts right on time.
"Where's your mum?" Harry asked, confused.
"They're probably at home already," Ron replied, unfazed.
So they each grabbed a hand-full of Floo powder and vanished in the warm, green, flames.
They all arrived at the Burrow shortly after. "What took you?" Mrs. Weasley asked anxiously, as she brushed soot off of them.
"We just got side-tracked. That's all," Hermione said assuringly.
Mrs. Weasley looked relieved. "Alright then. I'll be cooking dinner now. You can all take turns washing up and showering."
An hour later, everyone came down and ate dinner together outside in the backyard. The air was filled with the delicious smells of Mrs. Weasley's cooking.
As everyone was eating dessert (Yorkshire pudding), four brown barn owls bearing the Hogwarts crest flew into the backyard. "They can't possibly be your Hogwarts supplies list. We've already got them," Mrs. Weasley said, looking confused.
Ginny was already unsealing her letter. There was a silence until Ginny cried out, "Mummy! I've been made one of the prefects for Gryffindor!" She held up a gleaming badge with the letter "P" on it.
"What?" Mrs. Weasley said flabbergasted. Then she let the words sink in. "Oh Ginny! I'm so proud of you!" She enveloped her in a hug.
"So what are these then?" Ron asked, pointing to the three owls in front of him, Harry and Hermione.
"Ron! Harry! It's our O.W.L. results!" Hermione managed to choke out. She took slit open her envelope and took out the piece of folded parchment inside. The atmosphere was tense and filled with suspense. There was either a look of horror or astonishment on her face. Harry couldn't tell.
"14 O.W.L's," she shrieked.
"Merlin! That's probably a school record! I doubt anyone can go higher than that!" Ron said, stunned.
Hermione blushed at the compliment and beamed at the two of them. "Hurry! Open yours!" she urged.
Harry blinked. He was too busy being happy for Hermione that he forgot that he had to open his own. Apparently, so did Ron, judging on the look of nervousness on his face.
Harry and Ron opened their letter timidly. Harry looked at his results and looked back up at Hermione and Ron.
"Well?" Hermione demanded, unable to withstand the suspense.
"I got 10 O.W.L's," Harry said, smiling. Whoa, he thought. Does this mean I actually passed Potions? Ah well, who gives a damn anyways? As long as I pass!
"10 O.W.L's!" Ron exclaimed, breaking Harry out of his reverie. Ron was waving his letter in the air.
Mrs. Weasley looked as if she were about to cry. "I'm so proud of you lot! Ginny a prefect, and you three with top grades!" she blubbered.
Ron looked really awkward and said hurriedly, "Uhh, Mum. We need to pack our trunks for Hogwarts. Term starts tomorrow, remember?"
"Yes. Of course. Go on ahead. I'm just so proud." She dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief. Then she turned around and began to clear the dishes.
Harry and Hermione looked at Ron with bemused expressions on their faces.
"She tends to get over-dramatic," he explained. He looked slightly apologetic.
"Right," said Hermione, stifling a giggle.
***One hour later***
When they had all finished packing, they talked for a bit.
"So, Harry. You're going out with Cho again?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah," replied Harry. "I dunno, but I guess I still like her," he mumbled. He was quite pink in the cheek.
"She's one year older though, Harry. Suppose you get through the whole year together. Then what? She'll already have graduated when we're in our seventh year.
"I dunno," Harry replied, quietly. Hermione's right, Harry thought. Why didn't I think of that? More importantly, what would I do? Hmmm. Maybe, I shouldn't worry about that yet. Yes, I'll worry about this some other time.
Hermione nodded in understandment. She thought bout Viktor and their *relationship*. So far they've only been pen friends but-
"Hey, Hemione," said Ron, suddenly, snapping her out of her own thoughts. "Why were you so snappy back there at Malfoy?" he asked questionably.
"It was nothing!" Hermione said hotly.
"Sorry. I was just asking," Ron mumbled, with a hurt look on his face.
Realizing that her outburst had been really obvious, she apologized. "I'm sorry," she said to Ron. "He just pissed me off, you know." Then she laughed. "Remember the time when I slapped him in the face in our third year? Wasn't that totally brilliant?"
"Oh yeah! He was totally flabbergasted!" exclaimed Harry in reminiscence.
"Those were the days," said Ron, mystically.
"Well, we'd better head off to bed now. Sixth year starts tomorrow," Hermione said.
"Joy," said Harry sarcastically. They all laughed at that and trudged off to bed.
Harry got into bed and thought about sixth year. I've got a girlfriend, two best friends, excellent O.W.L.'s., he thought. What could go wrong?
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From Ch.5
"No way!" a cold voice sneered. "You've got a girlfriend, Potter? Who would have such bad taste as to go out with you?"
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Harry knew that cold, sneering voice instantly. He wheeled around and found himself face to face with his arch-enemy. Draco Malfoy.
Draco was standing there with a sneer playing on his lips. His two boulder- like bodyguards stood a step behind him, waiting for Draco to order them to beat the crap out of Potty, the Weasel, and the know-it-all mudblood.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry snapped.
"Mind your manners, Potter," said Draco lazily. "I simply overheard your petty little conversation. So you have a girlfriend, Potter? Who?" asked Draco, with an air of annoyance.
Harry noticed this as well. "Why do you care, Malfoy? Jealous?" Harry asked a smug smile. A smile that looked suspiciously like a smirk.
"Yeah right. Why would I be jealous? So really, who is it? It's Granger isn't it?" asked Draco, who threw a disgusted look at Hermione. "Who else would have such poor taste?" he added.
"Shut up, Malfoy! I'm not dating Harry, goddammit!! Why don't you just leave us alone?" snapped Hermione, looking flushed and furious at the same time. Harry and Ron were taken aback by Hermione's sudden outburst. So did Draco. He looked startled for a moment then mumbled to Crabbe and Goyle, "Come on."
"Come on. We need to get to the grate at Flourish and Blotts to get back to the Burrow," Hermione said, in a voice a bit louder than usual. Harry and Ron glanced at each other quickly and followed her, silently. They didn't want to mess with her when she was in a mood like this. What was that all about, Harry wondered.
The trio arrived at Flourish and Blotts right on time.
"Where's your mum?" Harry asked, confused.
"They're probably at home already," Ron replied, unfazed.
So they each grabbed a hand-full of Floo powder and vanished in the warm, green, flames.
They all arrived at the Burrow shortly after. "What took you?" Mrs. Weasley asked anxiously, as she brushed soot off of them.
"We just got side-tracked. That's all," Hermione said assuringly.
Mrs. Weasley looked relieved. "Alright then. I'll be cooking dinner now. You can all take turns washing up and showering."
An hour later, everyone came down and ate dinner together outside in the backyard. The air was filled with the delicious smells of Mrs. Weasley's cooking.
As everyone was eating dessert (Yorkshire pudding), four brown barn owls bearing the Hogwarts crest flew into the backyard. "They can't possibly be your Hogwarts supplies list. We've already got them," Mrs. Weasley said, looking confused.
Ginny was already unsealing her letter. There was a silence until Ginny cried out, "Mummy! I've been made one of the prefects for Gryffindor!" She held up a gleaming badge with the letter "P" on it.
"What?" Mrs. Weasley said flabbergasted. Then she let the words sink in. "Oh Ginny! I'm so proud of you!" She enveloped her in a hug.
"So what are these then?" Ron asked, pointing to the three owls in front of him, Harry and Hermione.
"Ron! Harry! It's our O.W.L. results!" Hermione managed to choke out. She took slit open her envelope and took out the piece of folded parchment inside. The atmosphere was tense and filled with suspense. There was either a look of horror or astonishment on her face. Harry couldn't tell.
"14 O.W.L's," she shrieked.
"Merlin! That's probably a school record! I doubt anyone can go higher than that!" Ron said, stunned.
Hermione blushed at the compliment and beamed at the two of them. "Hurry! Open yours!" she urged.
Harry blinked. He was too busy being happy for Hermione that he forgot that he had to open his own. Apparently, so did Ron, judging on the look of nervousness on his face.
Harry and Ron opened their letter timidly. Harry looked at his results and looked back up at Hermione and Ron.
"Well?" Hermione demanded, unable to withstand the suspense.
"I got 10 O.W.L's," Harry said, smiling. Whoa, he thought. Does this mean I actually passed Potions? Ah well, who gives a damn anyways? As long as I pass!
"10 O.W.L's!" Ron exclaimed, breaking Harry out of his reverie. Ron was waving his letter in the air.
Mrs. Weasley looked as if she were about to cry. "I'm so proud of you lot! Ginny a prefect, and you three with top grades!" she blubbered.
Ron looked really awkward and said hurriedly, "Uhh, Mum. We need to pack our trunks for Hogwarts. Term starts tomorrow, remember?"
"Yes. Of course. Go on ahead. I'm just so proud." She dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief. Then she turned around and began to clear the dishes.
Harry and Hermione looked at Ron with bemused expressions on their faces.
"She tends to get over-dramatic," he explained. He looked slightly apologetic.
"Right," said Hermione, stifling a giggle.
***One hour later***
When they had all finished packing, they talked for a bit.
"So, Harry. You're going out with Cho again?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah," replied Harry. "I dunno, but I guess I still like her," he mumbled. He was quite pink in the cheek.
"She's one year older though, Harry. Suppose you get through the whole year together. Then what? She'll already have graduated when we're in our seventh year.
"I dunno," Harry replied, quietly. Hermione's right, Harry thought. Why didn't I think of that? More importantly, what would I do? Hmmm. Maybe, I shouldn't worry about that yet. Yes, I'll worry about this some other time.
Hermione nodded in understandment. She thought bout Viktor and their *relationship*. So far they've only been pen friends but-
"Hey, Hemione," said Ron, suddenly, snapping her out of her own thoughts. "Why were you so snappy back there at Malfoy?" he asked questionably.
"It was nothing!" Hermione said hotly.
"Sorry. I was just asking," Ron mumbled, with a hurt look on his face.
Realizing that her outburst had been really obvious, she apologized. "I'm sorry," she said to Ron. "He just pissed me off, you know." Then she laughed. "Remember the time when I slapped him in the face in our third year? Wasn't that totally brilliant?"
"Oh yeah! He was totally flabbergasted!" exclaimed Harry in reminiscence.
"Those were the days," said Ron, mystically.
"Well, we'd better head off to bed now. Sixth year starts tomorrow," Hermione said.
"Joy," said Harry sarcastically. They all laughed at that and trudged off to bed.
Harry got into bed and thought about sixth year. I've got a girlfriend, two best friends, excellent O.W.L.'s., he thought. What could go wrong?
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Yaaayy!! Didja enjoy it?! Welpx, please review!!! Love y*all!!