A/N my revised version of chapter two. Hopefully it's better this way.
Again, THANKS!
Chapter II A Dire Situation.
A few weeks later…
Draco POV
At breakfast on the morning of NEWT's, I sat at the Slytherin table, as usual, and I was surrounded by Crabbe, Goyle and all of my other mates, as usual. The only different thing about my morning was that I just couldn't stop looking over at the Gryffindor table. And every time I did, the weirdest thoughts kept going through my mind, thoughts like 'wow, Hermione is so hot! I mean SIZZLING! You could practically cook eggs on her! I can't believe I've never noticed before!'.
I'm going crazy!
"Crabbe! Goyle! Get up we're leaving!" I stormed out of Great Hall, Crabbe and Goyle not far behind, their arms full of half eaten sausages and pancakes dripping with syrup.
Harry POV
"Those tests sure were hard, weren't they Ron?" we, Ron, Ginny, and I, were walking along a almost deserted corridor on the third floor, headed towards the owlery, where Hermione had asked us to meet her.
"Are you kidding? Those tests were a breeze…"Ron sounded so cool and confidant, that if you didn't know him well, you almost would have believed him. At least until he almost ran into the door outside the owlery, "okay so maybe they were kinda difficult, but I think I'll get an outstanding an all of them."
"Ron if you got an outstanding on any of your owls at all, they'd throw one of those muggle things for you, a parmade or something like that." Ginny turned to look at me.
"Not only would they throw a parade, they'd declare it a national holiday, 'the day Ron got something right for once in his life day', or something like that." Ron's a great friend, but he certainly isn't a genius.
"Ya, whatever Harry."(A/N this is Ron. I just didn't feel like putting Ron said or something to that extent behind it)
We were standing right outside the owlery doors, the ones Ron and run into. The gold engraved letters on the door glimmered in the fading light coming through the window opposite us. And though the surrounding were beautiful, the stench coming from the owlery was certainly enough to ruin our jubilant mood.
"Question, why are we here in front of a smelly old owlery and not outside enjoying the wonderfully beautiful weather?" Ron nudged Ginny, "we could go swimming…"
The doors were suddenly pushed open and Hermione stepped out. "As far as I'm concerned I said 'inside' the owlery, but if you want to discuss important topics out in the open where everyone can hear us that's fine by me." Though her voice sounded pleasant enough the look in her eyes told us otherwise.
We all rushed inside.
I looked around, there was really nothing special about the owlery, just a bunch of sleeping birds. Ron, who was ever impatient, started the conversation using a Hermione like tone of voice, "Would you be so kind as to tell us what the bloody he-"
Hermione interrupted him by putting a finger to his lips, "Ron, how many times do I have to ask you not to use that vulgar language? And, if you will stop mimicking me and be patient for once, I will inform you of the dire situation in which I find myself at the moment."