A/N hi me again obviously I think that was the most reviews I ever got for a single chapter. Thank you to all of you, here are some responses to them;
Ethan5 – my yahoo group address is:
Lord of Darkness13 – How do you come up with these ideas? I can see why your
Story is so great. Everyone go read it after you have reviewed
this chapter of course.
Spike – Yes there will be H/Hr romance but not yet patience is a virtue.
Final Hearts – Good guesses about the Draco/Wormtail thing but not correct sorry.
Kordolin – I know cliffies are evil, why do you think so many authors use them?
Also thanks to Katana Midori, BferBear, styteller, Groofer and Brieorlilover (Brililover)
Now on with the story: (P.S don't hurt me for what I've made happen please)
SanctuaryHarry was paralysed; he could not believe what he was seeing. He had just left the kitchens and decided to have a quick peek in to the Hall through the windows on door. But now as he scanned the room he sorely wished he did not do that. He wanted to move but his feet would not comply. What had transfixed the famous wizard was the sight of Ron and Hermione his best friends for near on five years kissing each other in the Great Hall.
After Harry got over the shock of seeing his two best friends kissing each other, he ran. Not caring where his feet were carrying him to, not thinking about what he had seen moments ago. He needed to be alone, running through the corridors of the old castle, he focused solely on the sound of his muffled footsteps pounding over and over on the carpet, which partly covered the stone floor. He kept on running, not allowing himself to be distracted. Up the stairs, round corners, this way and that way. In his haste he nearly ran into Peeves, who was un-tacking the carpet in front of several classrooms, and Filch's broom cupboard door had glue running around the frame.
Suddenly he found his way blocked by a door, looking around he knew where he was, 'Perfect' he thought pushing open the door and entering the damp room.
"Oh hello Harry, ho ware you?" a shy voice asked from the far wall ignoring it Harry walked on.
"Nobody ever wants to talk to me" the voice wailed, "who'd want to talk to ugly, miserable, moping, moaning Myrtle"
"Don't forget Spotty" came the annoying singsong voice of Peeves as he floated passed the door.
"Ignore him Myrtle. I want to be alone for a while, if anyone comes looking for me pretend you haven't seen me and I'll talk to you later." Harry said as he reached the broken sink, "Open" he hissed at it.
"Ok, but do you promise?" the ghost asked sounding happier.
"Yeah, bye" he answered as he slid down the pipe, 'Yuck,
just as slimly as last time, smells worse though' "Close" he hissed as he
reached for his wand and cast a variant of the bubble head charm on himself as
he landed at the end of the pipe.
He carried on until he reached the chamber itself, and of course the
decomposing basilisk, after extracting as many fangs as possible, he vanished
the large snake, putting the fangs in a transfigured box. He started to clean
the chamber, conjuring cleaning supplies for the smaller jobs, but using his
wand for the larger ones.
Meanwhile in the Great Hall, Ron and Hermione broke apart and stood looking at each other in silence. 'Oh my god, what was he thinking' Hermione thought to herself.
"That" Ron said breaking the awkward silence before Hermione interrupted him,
"Was"
"Weird" they finished in unison. Causing the pair to smile in relief as they felt the same way about each other.
"Herms, I'm really sorry, I dunno what I was thinking, I… I'll understand if you don't wanna be my friend anymore" he said turning to leave
"Of course I still want to be you friend Ron, your like an older brother to me" this caused him to grin broadly, "who's also one of my best friends. At least your not as overbearing with me as you are with Ginny."
"Hey, I'll have you know that Dean wont be trying anything tonight, or ever actually, as me and Harry threatened to hex him to Timbuktu" he said as he scanned the room for his little sister.
"Timbuktu?" she questioned
"Yeah you know a muggle way of saying further than you can imagine."
"I know that but it's a real place, Northern Mali if I remembered correctly on the edge of the Sahara I think"
Ron ignored this as he noticed Ginny and Dean dancing a bit to closely in the corner for his liking, "Excuse me" he said starting to walk over to the pair following his line of sight Hermione quickly spotted the problem.
"Ron, she can take care of herself"
"Hermione she's my baby sister" he said exasperatedly
"Fine go make a spectacle of yourself then, but if you embarrass her she won't forgive you" she said to his retreating back.
Over in the corner Ginny saw her angry brother making his way over, "Uh oh, Dean can you get us some drinks please"
"Sure Gin, back in a min" he answered as he left.
"Hi Ron" she smiled as he approached
"Ginny don't you think you two were dancing a bit too close?"
"No, not really why?"
"Because it looked like it to me, there was barely enough space to squeeze a galleon between you"
"Not that you could afford one Weasel" Draco said
"Sod of Malfoy" he snarled turning to face him not noticing Dean and Ginny slip off somewhere. Hermione noting that Ron and Malfoy where near each other made her way over, beckoning Malfoy's date (Pansy) as she did.
"Why should I Weasel, Pansy and I are having a wonderful time here, aren't we Pansy" There was no answer, "Pansy?"
"Ha looks like your date has left you."
"Oh and where's Granger?" he answered smugly
"She erm…she is" Ron squirmed
"Right here" Hermione interrupted as she and Pansy came into view. "Where you worried about me Draco?" she asked innocently smiling.
"Course not" he scoffed, "Come on Pansy"
"Ac…Actually I wanted to ask Wea…Ron for a dance" Pansy said defiantly
"WHAT" both boys said together
"But your…" Ron started but was silenced by a hard nudge in the ribs and a glare from Hermione. "Sure Par…Pansy" he said albeit grudgingly as they walked through the throng of dancers, leaving a silent Hermione and a fuming Malfoy behind. After a few songs, neither Ron nor Pansy had come back.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is going to be the last dance so pick your partners," the lead singer said.
As they looked around the room, Hermione and Malfoy looked at each other for a few seconds before both saying "Nah" and walking off to find their respective dates and cut in.
"Why'd you ask Pansy to dance with me?" Ron asked as he and Hermione revolved on the spot."Because she obviously was having a lousy time with Malfoy and it promotes unity, and made him very unhappy"
"Oh, why'd you come with me if I'm like your brother then?"
"I thought it'd be fun to come with my friend," she answered blushing slightly
"And?"
"And what?"
"Why else?"
"Because who I wanted to come with wouldn't have asked me"
"Whose that?"
"It doesn't matter"
"Herm, you like my sister, you said it yourself, and I'm just looking out for you"
"I know, but…"
"But nothing, I wont 'fly off the handle of my broomstick"
"Ok, its" she said taking a deep breath, "its Harry" she said quietly whilst looking at the floor.
"Oh" was his response smiling knowingly, 'So Pansy was right.'
Back in the chamber, Harry had finished clearing up the larger areas and started to vigorously scrub the floor. Still he hadn't thought about the reason he was there.
An hour later, the formally grubby, smelly chamber looked like new, and the smell of death as he had called it had been replaced by the clinical smell of disinfectant. 'Smells like the hospital wing, well it will have to do for now.' Sinking to the floor against t the wall he finally let the scene replay in his head:
Flashback
Looking through the window in to the Great Hall, Harry saw Ron and Hermione dancing nearby. Even though the music was still playing, they stopped dancing and were looking at each other. Slowly Ron started to lean towards Hermione, hesitantly at first, but soon gathering his 'Gryffindor courage' he quickly pressed his lips against hers. From what he could see, (Hermione's face was blocked by Ron's) Harry gathered Hermione had no intent of stopping this kiss.
As the scene ended, Harry thought to himself, 'I knew Ron liked her, its been pretty obvious since fourth year, but I had no idea she like him back. What about all those arguments? But she did give him a kiss before that quiddich match.' After sitting in silence for another half hour contemplating this he decided that, 'If it makes her happy then I'll be happy for her...for them. No matter how much it hurts' he grimaced.
Awoken from his thoughts by his alarm on his watch going off signalling it was eleven at night, Harry rose and made his way back to the bathroom.
"Myrtle?" he called, after he got no answer he carried on up to Gryffindor Tower and
to his bed.
A/n
So how was that? I hope it was ok, please leave a review and I'll answer them in the next chapter. I hope to see some new members at my yahoo group the address is at the top of the page. Also if anyone is any good at fan art could someone try a pic of Snape in his tutu. I'd love to see that or Snape's prank.Bye for now