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CHAPTER 2: Telling Him

What is the spell for turning a mouse into a cat? James wondered as he read the Transfiguration test that they were taking. "Moony! Number 6!" he mouthed, because Moony knew all of the answers.

"Mr. Potter? I hope you are not looking to Mr. Lupin for answers, because that would mean detention and a zero on your test," Professor McGonagall said formidably, turning up suddenly at James' side.

"No, Professor," he muttered.

"Good, Mr. Potter. Now finish your test. Without any help from Mr. Lupin or Mr. Black, or Mr. Pettigrew," commanded McGonagall.

"Yes, ma'am."

James rolled his eyes as he walked away. He continued to work on his test until class was over. He hadn't finished, but McGonagall was going to let them have more time tomorrow. As if I want to have more time to work on a stupid test. He snorted.

"Hey Wormtail, how'd you do? I hate tests! Next time we have to take one, we should do something to get out of it! Why do we even need tests? All they do is torture us while we take it, and then torture us more when we get a bad score! And they blame us!" Prongs ranted.

Peter listened patiently while James went on and on about how tests were stupid and they shouldn't have them like he did every time they had one.

"I didn't think it was that bad. I still don't like tests though," Peter said when there was a small gap in the babbling of James.

"Prongs, can't you think of anything else to say after we take a test?" Sirius interrupted.

'No."

"Yeah right," Sirius snorted. "I bet you could go on and on about Lily as much as you do about tests. Why don't you go over to her and blabber on about how unfair life is and whatnot."

"Yeah thanks for the suggestion," James said sourly.

"Your welcome."

"I was being sarcastic."

"Does it matter?"

Hermione woke with a start as she had another strange dream. She couldn't exactly remember what it was, but it was definitely strange. She thought it might have had something to do with he and Malfoy…

She went down to the common room, and when Ginny got down there she asked, "Ginny, have you ever had… dreams about people?"

"Yeah, why?" she inquired with a knowing look.

"Nothing," said Hermione quickly.

"Of course," she smirked.

"Ginny! You-" Hermione stammered as Harry and Ron walked in.

"Breakfast," Ron said; he had not been much of a morning person lately.

"Yeah," Harry grunted. Neither had he.

Ginny and Hermione rolled their eyes at each other; this was one of the worst days.

All day Hermione felt her stomach turn with nervousness as she looked at Harry. She was scared about how he would react. Would he be mad because she didn't tell him right away? Would he yell for joy? What would Ron say? Would he even tell Ron? I have to tell him tonight! I can't take this! Okay, stay calm. I will do it tonight. No problem. I have gone down the rescue the Sorcerer's Stone; I have been petrified; I can do this! Hermione thought to herself to calm down. It hardly helped at all; she was still as nervous as… a big nervous thing. Hermione laughed inwardly at her stupidity- not a very common thing.

"I'll do it tonight," she whispered.

"What Hermione?" Harry asked, thinking she had been speaking to him.

"Nothing."

I took out the hyper feeling to this chapter with the multiple exclamation marks; I think it fits better now.