Chapter 2

- -The Lake- -

Disclaimer: Look on Chapter 1! It's still the same!
A/N: Hey guys, thanks for the reviews : they made me smile. Here's Chapter 2….and um, I'm sorry about Fleur's accent…I don't really know how to type with that accent or what to change or anything, so just use your imagination, please : hope you guys like. And um, if you wanna give me some ideas to continue the story…by all means, 'cause chances are if I have more ideas, I'll update more often: (AIM: TwilightStarrr…if you wanna suggestion an idea or something, or chat.) oh yeah, and one more thing…I'm reading lines off the actual 'Bang Bang You're Dead' script…so yeah : and one last thing…I am very ADD…so there will be random things added into these chapters.

Hermione walked out of the Great Hall and began the walk for her room in the Gryffindor tower. She looked at her watch. She had about twenty minutes before she needed to be down by the lake. Hermione made her way to the top of the moving stairs and into the Gryffindor tower and speaking the password to the Fat Lady.

She walked into her bedroom and changed out of her robes and into some warm clothing. "A long sleeve shirt, jeans, and a jacket ought to be alright," she said to herself. She looked at her watch again. She had plenty of time to get down to the lake with no rush so she sat down on her bed for a second. She closed her eyes and just reviewed the days events. Then she opened her eyes, stood up, picked up her script and walked over to her mirror. She brushed her hair to neaten it a bit and then just looked at herself for a moment or two.

She looked at her watch again. I should go, she thought to herself. She picked up her script again. She went to the door and reached for the handle and exited out of the room.

Fleur left the Great Hall and headed for the lake. She already had her stuff so she didn't need to go up to her room or anything to retrieve it. As soon as she walked outside, her blue hat was immediately blown off her head by the wind. Not bothered, she walked over to her hat and picked it up. She readjusted her blanket and script so that she could fix her hat. "Ah, that's better." She said to herself, fixing her hat. She continued walking towards the lake. Yes, I can see you staring. Stupid boys, she thought to herself.

She spread out the blanket in between two very tall trees. She took a seat on one end and leaned against the tree and began reading her script. Hmm, I'm Katie…I think. Yeah, 'Why me Josh?' what exactly is this play about? Fleur wondered. Jeez, this Josh guy in here is very rude and mean, 'Why not? World's overpopulated. I wanted to do my part.' Wait, is Katie supposed to be dead? Fleur kept reading. 'Why'd you have to kill me?' hmm, yes, she's dead. Wonderful. Fleur laid her script down on the blanket and looked out at the lake. "

Hermione stepped outside the big school and onto the outside grounds. She looked at the lake. It was reflecting off the sunlight that refused to set. The sun looks so beautiful right now, she thought. Being so busy looking at the lakes water and the sun, she was paying absolutely no attention to where she was going and trips. Ouch, she gets back up and dusted off her knees and hands. She could hear some boys laughing so she decided to have some fun, she pulled out her wand and pointed it in their direction and they took off running. It's great having such a reputation, she grinned.

"Hey, Fleur." She said, walking up behind her. Fleur didn't respond. "Fleur?" Hermione sat down beside her. Fleur jumped.

"Goodness, you scared me." Fleur says slightly startled.

"Sorry. I said 'hey' didn't you hear me?" she asked, making herself comfortable in a cross-legged position with her arms folded up.

"Oh, you did? I didn't hear you…I was I guess you would say…deep in though." Fleur looked back at the lake for another moment.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" Hermione smiled at the view of the lakes waters.

"What?"

"The lake…the sunset. It's magnificent, don't you agree?"

"Oh, yes. It is." They stared at it a few moments. Hermione looked at Fleur. She could see the sunset's reflection in Fleur's eyes. Whoa…Hermione thought, looking at Fleur. "You're staring."

"Oh, sorry, um, are you ready to take a look at that script?"

"I am if you are." Fleur said. I don't really want to, but we're in charge, so why not…

"You're Katie, right?" Hermione asked. She looked at her cast list she had stapled to the back of her script. "And I'm…Jessie."

"What exactly is this play about?" Fleur asked. "The only thing I have figured out is that my character is dead."

"Dead?" Hermione looked over the first couple of pages. "Oh…we're…dead. That's great." Hermione closed her script. "Just skim through it and see if you can get the general idea of this play." Hermione suggested. They both looked through the script.

About ten minutes or so passed as they read through a couple of part of the script trying to figure it out. Alright, focus already, Hermione thought to herself, finding herself continuously glancing up at Fleur every few seconds. Would you stop staring at her already and concentrate on this script, Hermione yelled at herself in her head.

"Is everything alright?" Fleur asked Hermione with a slight smirk on her face.

"Um, yes, yes. Everything is alright." Hermione looked back down at her script. Don't look up, don't look up, don't look up, Hermione kept repeating to herself in her head. "So have you got any ideas to the general idea of this thing?"

"Um, I think it is about this boy who's in jail and killed 7 people. That's all I got." Fleur laid it down. "Now, as for coming up with things to do for this, I have nothing."

"That sounds about right to me" Hermione said, having no idea what this play was about. The sun was almost set; it was beginning to get very dark, very quickly.

"Hmm, perhaps we should move inside. Or call it quits for tonight." Fleur suggested.

"Wanna come up to my room for a bit? Unless of course you'd rather just take a better look at this tomorrow." Hermione asked. She stood up and reached out her hand to help Fleur up. Fleur accepted. The moment their hands touched, both felt a 'surge' go through them, something neither could ignore. When Hermione pulled her up…they were merely inches away from one another. They just stood there for a second, being so close. She's so beautiful, Hermione thought. You smell like a bouquet of fresh picked, sweet roses, Fleur thought.

"Your room it is then." Fleur smiled. "Could you help me fold this thing, please?"

"Uh...huh." Hermione leaned down and grabbed two ends. Fleur did the same. They folded it over one side, then another, then another. They walked towards each other with the ends of the blanket and their hands touched against each others. "Okay, there we go, all folded." Hermione said as calmly as she possibly could.

"Shall we go then?" They picked up their scripts and began the walk for Gryffindor Tower.