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speaking.
Chapter 6: Harry's Stupidity, Hermione's Desperation, and Ron's Confusion (And my bad writing)
"Harry.."
"Yeah, Hermione?"
"What is Seamus's owl doing at Ron's window?"
"Oh no! We forgot to tell him not to send the letters."
Just then, Ron walked into the room and saw the owl outside the window, waiting to be let in. "Is he for me?"
"Uh, no.. That's Angelina's owl. It was, uh, bringing me her latest Quidditch, uh, plans, yeah plans, just plans," Harry grinned sheepishly. He was never very good at lying to Ron.
"Oh. Can I have a look at them?"
Hermione intervened. "Why don't you guys look at them later? You can play chess or. do your homework or something. else," she ended lamely.
"You always want us to do something other than Quidditch, Hermione. Harry and I want to look at the Quidditch plans, right Harry?" Ron turned to Harry expectantly. Harry turned pink.
"Ummm. You know what, Ron; I think we should play chess. I might actually beat you this time!" Hermione grimaced.
"Yeah, right! I'll put the plans on your cot, Harry." Ron made to move towards the window. Hermione ran to stand between him and the window. They're faces were extremely close...
"I'll, um, do it for you guys, Ron," she said. 'Wow' she thought, 'his eyes really are nice. No! Concentrate on situation at hand! Keep Ron away from the letter!'
"Okay, Hermione," Ron said, obviously surprised and confused by Harry's and Hermione's behavior.
Ron and Harry started to set up the chess set. "Um, Harry? Don't you think you should play you're game downstairs?" asked Hermione pointedly.
"Yeah, let's go downstairs, Ron."
"Ugh, no. Ginny's downstairs with Mum. They're arguing about her boyfriends." Ron rolled his eyes at the word boyfriend.
"Boyfriends? As in plural?" asked Harry, surprised.
"Harry.. Downstairs?" Hermione reminded him.
"Oh yeah. We can play outside, Ron."
"Harry, there are rain clouds outside."
"It'll be a quick game. I already know who's going to win,"
Hermione opened the window to let the owl in silently while the boys were being stupid. As she eased the creaky window open, Pig flew into the room. He perched onto the bed and hooted at her. Harry and Ron didn't notice.
"Yeah, I'm going to win. You couldn't win against a baby."
Hermione took the letter from the, give an owl treat, and shut the window. Suddenly, Pig dived for the letter and grabbed it from her hand. He hurled himself at his cage, which was right in front of Ron. Hermione wrung her hands and swore under her breath. She decided she would get that cursed letter when Ron had left the room.
"What?!"
"Calm down, Harry. I'm going to get it."
"I hope so! If he reads and figures out what it's about, he'll be incredibly angry. I really don't want him angry at me again, Hermione," Harry said, his face turning pink. Last time he had to hang out with Hermione, who was not the best of company. Of course, he wasn't telling anyone this anytime soon; Hermione would either hex him into oblivion or run away sobbing.
Late that night, Hermione crept up the stairs from Ginny's room to the top of the house. Harry was sleeping in Ron's room again, so he could help with the letter's confiscation. Hermione tapped softly on the door twice, as was the signal, and Harry let her in.
"Why is it that when you want to be quiet, every sound is like a fog horn?" Hermione whispered.
"I don't know. The door creaks like a siren, that's for sure," Harry answered. He reached his hand into Pig's cage cautiously; Pig bit him.
"Ow! Damn, Pig!"
"Harry, shut up!" Hermione hissed. Ron turned over and snorted in his sleep.
Harry gave Pig an owl treat to occupy his mouth and slipped his hand into the cage again. As his fingers closed around the envelope, Hedwig, who was sitting in her cage next to Harry's bed, hooted loudly. Pig swallowed forcibly and started to make as much noise as he could.
Ron groaned and, without opening his eyes, yelled, "Shut up, Pig!" and rolled over to go back to sleep. Hermione let out her breath.
Harry clasped the letter in his hands again and slowly pulled it towards himself. Ron sat up slowly and began to rub his eyes. Harry shoved Hermione under his bed where Ron would not see her.
Ron looked up at Harry, very confused. "Nightmares again, Harry?"
"Uh, yeah.. I'm just talking to Pig. I'm sorry I woke you," Harry said, relieved that Ron had given him an excuse to be awake.
"Are you looking at the Quidditch plans? Can I see?"
"No! This is, um, my potions OWL," Harry was looking at Hermione desperately for advice. Hermione was just hoping that Harry didn't totally screw this up.
"What'd you get on it?" Ron asked, truly curious.
"Um, E,"
"Good job, mate! I got a P! I'm sure Hermione got an O, though."
"Yeah," said Harry lamely.
"Can I see it?"
"No!"
"Harry, you got an E! It can't be bad!" With that, Ron snatched the paper out of Harry's hands and skimmed the first few lines. Harry tried desperately to get it back, but Ron's height gave him a huge advantage. When he finished reading the letter, mouthing the words "your ex-girl- friend, Lorie," he was very red. Harry was more of a teal color. Hermione was very pink.
Ron turned around to look at the wall, away from Harry, but while doing this, he stepped on Hermione's finger. Hermione yelped (you would too if 185 pounds was standing on your finger!).
Ron looked down, very surprised. "Hermione?" he squeaked.
Downstairs, Ginny was very worried. Hermione had taken fifteen minutes longer than she had expected. She crept out of her room and up the stairs. When she was just outside the top floor's only door, she was surprised to hear talking. She could Harry's voice and.. Ron's? Were they talking about potions?
Ginny continued to listen for five minutes. There was a long two minute where Ron appeared to be reading Harry's potions OWL form. Suddenly she heard Ron say Hermione's name with the sound of someone surprised once too often. Ginny opened the door and walked into the room.
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Chapter 6: Harry's Stupidity, Hermione's Desperation, and Ron's Confusion (And my bad writing)
"Harry.."
"Yeah, Hermione?"
"What is Seamus's owl doing at Ron's window?"
"Oh no! We forgot to tell him not to send the letters."
Just then, Ron walked into the room and saw the owl outside the window, waiting to be let in. "Is he for me?"
"Uh, no.. That's Angelina's owl. It was, uh, bringing me her latest Quidditch, uh, plans, yeah plans, just plans," Harry grinned sheepishly. He was never very good at lying to Ron.
"Oh. Can I have a look at them?"
Hermione intervened. "Why don't you guys look at them later? You can play chess or. do your homework or something. else," she ended lamely.
"You always want us to do something other than Quidditch, Hermione. Harry and I want to look at the Quidditch plans, right Harry?" Ron turned to Harry expectantly. Harry turned pink.
"Ummm. You know what, Ron; I think we should play chess. I might actually beat you this time!" Hermione grimaced.
"Yeah, right! I'll put the plans on your cot, Harry." Ron made to move towards the window. Hermione ran to stand between him and the window. They're faces were extremely close...
"I'll, um, do it for you guys, Ron," she said. 'Wow' she thought, 'his eyes really are nice. No! Concentrate on situation at hand! Keep Ron away from the letter!'
"Okay, Hermione," Ron said, obviously surprised and confused by Harry's and Hermione's behavior.
Ron and Harry started to set up the chess set. "Um, Harry? Don't you think you should play you're game downstairs?" asked Hermione pointedly.
"Yeah, let's go downstairs, Ron."
"Ugh, no. Ginny's downstairs with Mum. They're arguing about her boyfriends." Ron rolled his eyes at the word boyfriend.
"Boyfriends? As in plural?" asked Harry, surprised.
"Harry.. Downstairs?" Hermione reminded him.
"Oh yeah. We can play outside, Ron."
"Harry, there are rain clouds outside."
"It'll be a quick game. I already know who's going to win,"
Hermione opened the window to let the owl in silently while the boys were being stupid. As she eased the creaky window open, Pig flew into the room. He perched onto the bed and hooted at her. Harry and Ron didn't notice.
"Yeah, I'm going to win. You couldn't win against a baby."
Hermione took the letter from the, give an owl treat, and shut the window. Suddenly, Pig dived for the letter and grabbed it from her hand. He hurled himself at his cage, which was right in front of Ron. Hermione wrung her hands and swore under her breath. She decided she would get that cursed letter when Ron had left the room.
"What?!"
"Calm down, Harry. I'm going to get it."
"I hope so! If he reads and figures out what it's about, he'll be incredibly angry. I really don't want him angry at me again, Hermione," Harry said, his face turning pink. Last time he had to hang out with Hermione, who was not the best of company. Of course, he wasn't telling anyone this anytime soon; Hermione would either hex him into oblivion or run away sobbing.
Late that night, Hermione crept up the stairs from Ginny's room to the top of the house. Harry was sleeping in Ron's room again, so he could help with the letter's confiscation. Hermione tapped softly on the door twice, as was the signal, and Harry let her in.
"Why is it that when you want to be quiet, every sound is like a fog horn?" Hermione whispered.
"I don't know. The door creaks like a siren, that's for sure," Harry answered. He reached his hand into Pig's cage cautiously; Pig bit him.
"Ow! Damn, Pig!"
"Harry, shut up!" Hermione hissed. Ron turned over and snorted in his sleep.
Harry gave Pig an owl treat to occupy his mouth and slipped his hand into the cage again. As his fingers closed around the envelope, Hedwig, who was sitting in her cage next to Harry's bed, hooted loudly. Pig swallowed forcibly and started to make as much noise as he could.
Ron groaned and, without opening his eyes, yelled, "Shut up, Pig!" and rolled over to go back to sleep. Hermione let out her breath.
Harry clasped the letter in his hands again and slowly pulled it towards himself. Ron sat up slowly and began to rub his eyes. Harry shoved Hermione under his bed where Ron would not see her.
Ron looked up at Harry, very confused. "Nightmares again, Harry?"
"Uh, yeah.. I'm just talking to Pig. I'm sorry I woke you," Harry said, relieved that Ron had given him an excuse to be awake.
"Are you looking at the Quidditch plans? Can I see?"
"No! This is, um, my potions OWL," Harry was looking at Hermione desperately for advice. Hermione was just hoping that Harry didn't totally screw this up.
"What'd you get on it?" Ron asked, truly curious.
"Um, E,"
"Good job, mate! I got a P! I'm sure Hermione got an O, though."
"Yeah," said Harry lamely.
"Can I see it?"
"No!"
"Harry, you got an E! It can't be bad!" With that, Ron snatched the paper out of Harry's hands and skimmed the first few lines. Harry tried desperately to get it back, but Ron's height gave him a huge advantage. When he finished reading the letter, mouthing the words "your ex-girl- friend, Lorie," he was very red. Harry was more of a teal color. Hermione was very pink.
Ron turned around to look at the wall, away from Harry, but while doing this, he stepped on Hermione's finger. Hermione yelped (you would too if 185 pounds was standing on your finger!).
Ron looked down, very surprised. "Hermione?" he squeaked.
Downstairs, Ginny was very worried. Hermione had taken fifteen minutes longer than she had expected. She crept out of her room and up the stairs. When she was just outside the top floor's only door, she was surprised to hear talking. She could Harry's voice and.. Ron's? Were they talking about potions?
Ginny continued to listen for five minutes. There was a long two minute where Ron appeared to be reading Harry's potions OWL form. Suddenly she heard Ron say Hermione's name with the sound of someone surprised once too often. Ginny opened the door and walked into the room.
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