Disclaimer:
Me: And she always says no to me. Sometimes, I even ask nicely.
Therapist: And how does that make you feel?
Me: Frustrated.
Therapist: I think you should just give up. It's not worth it.
Me: I'll think about it.
(Leaves)
Therapist: (Takes off costume)
JK: Oh yeah. Who's good?
(Performs happy dance)
Reviewer Shout Out: Sorry for my long absence. The moving thing happened so fast, and we didn't get the Internet back until a few days ago. So for those who really wanted me to continue sooner, I'm sorry. I'm dedicating this chapter to hotpinkflamingo and Karana Bell for being loyal reviewers since the beginning. Thank you for all the new reviewers. Anyways, here's your chappie!
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Monday before Hogmeade Weekend
Tranfiguration. My favorite class. It's always nice to have it in the morning. It wakes me up completely. Professor McGonagall was currently writing the complicated things about being an Animigus on the board. It was interesting. Yet, I was the only one taking notes. Harry and Ron were both sleeping. The only difference between them was Ron was snoring, and Harry was drooling. I scooted towards Ron before Harry drooled a river.
"Now class, I want you to write this down. Then, we will discuss what we are doing tomorrow," informed Professor McGonagall.
I elbowed both Harry and Ron.
Harry grunted himself awake, and Ron said something about his mom making him put cookies up his nose. I hope Mrs. Weasley doesn't actually do that.
"Hermione, you wench, five more minutes," said Ron with a sort of growl.
"Don't call me names, you oaf. Professor McGonagall is going to take House Points if you two don't take notes," I warned.
Both of them perked up a little.
As Harry was writing, I could practically here Ron think out loud, 'C'mon Harry. Doodle a girl's name. Doodle it now!'
This was so stupid.
'What I am thinking is not stupid, Hermione!'
'Ron?'
'Damn Straight!'
'How are we talking to each other...with our minds?!'
'How am I supposed to know? Who's supposed to be the smart one in our trio?'
'Hermione! Although, I would give myself some credit also.'
'Harry?'
'What the hell!'
'Don't what the hell me, Ron. You should've known that if you and Hermione can talk, then so can I.'
'Ron has a tendency to not think, Harry.'
'I resent that'
'HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA'
'Stop laughing at me!'
'Are you two even taking notes?'
'Oh yeah. That.'
'I still don't get how we are doing this.'
'Snape hasn't given us a potion to drink in weeks.'
'All our other classes haven't gone wrong either.'
'Well, Defense Against the Dark Arts tends to put a damper on the brain.'
'But this way of communicating gets us more in touch with each other. We couldn't have lost brain cells because of this.'
'You sound like freakin' Trelawny, Hermione.'
'Shove it up your-'
'Now, now children. No need to bicker like an old married couple.'
'Screw you.'
'Shut up, Ron!'
'How are we supposed to solve this?'
'Who are you asking? Me or Hermione?'
'Who do you think?'
'Oh.'
'Well, we could research, or we could ask Dumbledore.'
'I am not researching on Quidditch Day. It would be inhumane to make me.'
'Well, we have the day off after this. So we can ask after we leave.'
'Lunch is after we leave!'
'You never eat on Quidditch Day, Ron! I never eat on Quidditch Day!'
'Well, then I am stuck going to the kitchens alone.'
'You can't get food without us, Hermione!'
'You two have to change out.'
'So we're going to Dumbledore?'
'Yep.'
'Now, tell me you didn't see that coming, Harry.'
'Whatever-'
"Ok class. Put your quills down as I explain something to you. Professor Snape will be teaching you the Animigus Potion in class. He needs a new stash for the Ministry. Sometime before Christmas Break, Professor Snape will demonstrate the final phases of the Potion. After Christmas Break, a demonstration will be held for how people turn into Animigi. Any questions?"
It's amazing how Professor McGonagall can say that in one breath.
Thankfully, no one raised their hand either.
"Good. Class dismissed," said Professor McGonagall.
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Dumbledore's Office
"So, you wanna knock, Harry?"
"That's ok, Hermione. You can-"
Knock, knock, knock.
"Ron," Harry and I said in unison.
"What? It's not like-"
The door opened.
"Welcome students. How may I help you today?" asked Dumbledore.
"We have a question for you," I said immediately.
"Come sit down," he said motioning towards the chairs.
We sat down, and I started talking. "I was sitting in Transfiguration today, and Professor McGonagall wanted us to take notes. These two were sleeping-"
"Not intentionally. Plus, she woke us up quite rudely."
I looked at Dumbledore. His eyes were twinkling. "Thank you Ron. Anyway, I woke them up, and they started to write the notes down. Then, Ron was glancing Harry's direction."
"Why was he glancing my direction," interrupted Harry while staring at Ron.
"Your secret," I answered simply.
"Can't help but be curious," he muttered.
"I don't mind, Ron," said Harry.
"Ok. Then, he started thinking, and I thought to myself, 'This is stupid.' Then Ron answered back-"
"And then I caught on."
"Yes. Then Harry caught on, and we were wondering-"
"How are you able to do this?" finished Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling.
"Well, yeah," we said in unison.
"Take, for example, what you just did. You all said something in unison without meaning to. You have gotten through all the fights you've had, which has made you stronger. When danger came, all of you were loyal and defended each other. You care deeply for each other. And-"
"Excuse me for interrupting Professor, but are you saying this happened simply because we're friends?"
"Yes, but it goes deeper than that. This is the Wizarding World, so things like this happen. However, this is rare, what happened with you three. Only the deepest of friendships have the ability that you have. Of course, you can only reach each other's surface thoughts, but this bond is quite powerful," finished Dumbledore.
After a moment of silence, the only thing Ron could say was, "Cool."
"Right you are Mr. Weasley. Now, I'm sure you have Quidditch. Good day," said Dumbledore in his tone of finality.
We nodded and left. When the door was closed behind us, I said, "This is so great."
"You're telling me. We have superpowers. Well, more than we're supposed to," said Harry agreeing.
"Well, I'm going to eat something," I said smugly.
"Don't rub it in," said Ron dangerously.
'Of course Ronnikeins.'
'Good job on the nickname, Hermione!'
"Why are we thinking to each other? No one is around!" said Ron frustrated.
"A lot of people can overhear, Ron," I reminded.
"Oh."
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Quidditch Game
Colin was announcing this game. Usually it was some Hufflepuff kid, but he didn't like it as much as he wanted to.
"Gryffindor in possession. Watch out for that blug- Oh. Slytherin with the Quaffle!"
The Slytherins roared with pride. Us Gryffindors made banners and signs to go along with our cheering. Everyone wants a huge banner for their House, but they don't want to copy us. This is my pride talking.
"Oooooo, nice hit by Mitchell Harris. One Slytherin Chaser down."
As Colin was announcing this, I was looking at Malfoy. He was whispering something to a Beater. Harry was a few yards in front of them. Damn it.
'Harry!'
'Hermione, not now!'
'Shut up! A beater is coming your way.'
'No, it's going Ron's way. Ron!'
'What, I'm concentrating!'
'Watch ou-'
Ron was knocked out. I wanted to run and make sure nothing was broken, but I couldn't. The game was still going. Just to let Malfoy know, he is being loathed a lot right now.
Neville, who was sitting next to me, gaped. I put my head on his shoulder for a second or two. He smiled.
"It's ok, Hermione. He'll be good as new in the hospital wing," said Neville reassuringly.
"Thanks Neville," I said thankfully. Yes, I was worried, and I was thankful.
On the Pitch, Harry was so mad that he almost pushed Malfoy off his broom, hit a Beater in the face with his broom, and caught the snitch. Malfoy got his punishment, but it wasn't enough punishment.
As Gryffindor cheered, I rushed towards Ron's aid. He was knocked out, as usual. Harry got off his broom and started helping him also. He, along with the Gryffindor team, carried him to the hospital wing.
Madame Pomfrey shooed us away for an hour. Harry and I came back to see him after dinner.
"You ok mate?" asked Harry.
"Well, Harry, you have a twin right next to you. And Hermione has a hotter twin right next to her."
Harry and I both stared at him.
"Madame Pomfrey said it would be over by tomorrow."
Harry and I nodded.
"Well, Harry is taking you back to the dormitory, and I have to take care of Malfoy," I said determinedly.
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Work Room
I immediately saw his blonde hair sitting on the couch.
"DARLING, your home," he drawled sarcastically.
"Get up," I whispered dangerously.
"Fine, but it's my couch t-"
Slap!
"What was that for, bitch!"
Slap!
"Stop!"
Slap!
"Granger, you wench!"
Slap!
He grabbed my hand before I pulled it away. "I don't hit girls, but you are coming close to not being one.
"Me slapping you does not hurt as much as you hurt Ron, you BASTARD!"
"He was on the other team! Plus, I DON'T CARE about him!"
"But you see, you insensitive git, I don't play Quidditch, so I can take you KNOCKING him off his BROOM which ever way I want!"
"Stop screaming you whore!"
"Then you should stop too!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"Why don't you go away then?!"
"Ok, one, don't call me a whore when you are one too. Second, you hurt my friend so I have a RIGHT to be angry. And third, I can't go away!" I said as calmly as possible staring at him in the eye.
"Why the hell not!"
"We agreed on no screaming!"
"Well, that's a first!"
"I know!"
"Why can't you leave, Granger!? You are STINKING up MY air!"
"Because that DEATH GRIP of yours won't let me!"
He let go off my hand as if I was burning him. Just for effect, I kicked him in the shin and laughed maniacally up the stairs. He was cursing loudly as I did this.
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Gryffindor Common Room
I found Neville in the Common Room fidgeting with his robe.
"What's up Neville?"
"Ummm, I-"
"Yes."
"Can I ask you something."
When's Hogmeade Weekend?"
"This weekend. Is that all?"
"Yes."
"Ok."
"I mean... no."
"What else, Neville?"
"About Hogmeade Weekend. Umm...will y-you.. g-g-o...with m-me?"
This shocked me. I stared at him for a while.
"I understand," he said getting up. He didn't look to upset. He could really cover up emotion.
"No, Neville. I would love to go with you." I said smiling.
"R-R-Really. Great."
"What is?" asked Ron coming down the stairs with Harry.
"Nothing," Neville and I said in unison.
"Great. Now I have to investigate the both of you," He said sitting down. Harry made the crazy signal behind his back, and I made eye contact to say that I understood.
"Good luck finding out," said Harry.
"I'm going to bed," I informed. "Got to get the beauty sleep for Potions."
"Who are you trying to impress? Snape? Malfoy?" Asked Ron.
"No, no one. I'm just tired. Any ways, I slapped Malfoy four times for what he did to you," I replied.
"Good job!" the boys said in unison.
I smiled and went upstairs. Mission number one, accomplished.
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Chapter Explanation: There is your chapter. I don't think I made it longer than usual, but I tried to make it better. I will try to update a lot more, but my family is coming over for a month or so, so it will be hard. Please bear with me. You know how real life gets in the way. And a conversation between Harry and the secret didn't fit in this chapter. Instead, I did the mind talking scene, which was fun to write. The usual applies. Constructive criticism is allowed. And I read my reviews just like everyone. This does not imply as constructive criticism! "Your story sucks! I hate it! You need to die!" I have gotten one review like that for my other story, and it kind of bothers me. At least tell me what you thought was bad! Anyways, for the nice and helpful reviewers, review!
Next Chapter Preview: Hogmeade Weekend! Harry's secret is revealed! Weird things happen at Hogsmeade. Another bet conversation with Draco and Hermione (They get new assignment).
Me: And she always says no to me. Sometimes, I even ask nicely.
Therapist: And how does that make you feel?
Me: Frustrated.
Therapist: I think you should just give up. It's not worth it.
Me: I'll think about it.
(Leaves)
Therapist: (Takes off costume)
JK: Oh yeah. Who's good?
(Performs happy dance)
Reviewer Shout Out: Sorry for my long absence. The moving thing happened so fast, and we didn't get the Internet back until a few days ago. So for those who really wanted me to continue sooner, I'm sorry. I'm dedicating this chapter to hotpinkflamingo and Karana Bell for being loyal reviewers since the beginning. Thank you for all the new reviewers. Anyways, here's your chappie!
........................................................................................................
Monday before Hogmeade Weekend
Tranfiguration. My favorite class. It's always nice to have it in the morning. It wakes me up completely. Professor McGonagall was currently writing the complicated things about being an Animigus on the board. It was interesting. Yet, I was the only one taking notes. Harry and Ron were both sleeping. The only difference between them was Ron was snoring, and Harry was drooling. I scooted towards Ron before Harry drooled a river.
"Now class, I want you to write this down. Then, we will discuss what we are doing tomorrow," informed Professor McGonagall.
I elbowed both Harry and Ron.
Harry grunted himself awake, and Ron said something about his mom making him put cookies up his nose. I hope Mrs. Weasley doesn't actually do that.
"Hermione, you wench, five more minutes," said Ron with a sort of growl.
"Don't call me names, you oaf. Professor McGonagall is going to take House Points if you two don't take notes," I warned.
Both of them perked up a little.
As Harry was writing, I could practically here Ron think out loud, 'C'mon Harry. Doodle a girl's name. Doodle it now!'
This was so stupid.
'What I am thinking is not stupid, Hermione!'
'Ron?'
'Damn Straight!'
'How are we talking to each other...with our minds?!'
'How am I supposed to know? Who's supposed to be the smart one in our trio?'
'Hermione! Although, I would give myself some credit also.'
'Harry?'
'What the hell!'
'Don't what the hell me, Ron. You should've known that if you and Hermione can talk, then so can I.'
'Ron has a tendency to not think, Harry.'
'I resent that'
'HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA'
'Stop laughing at me!'
'Are you two even taking notes?'
'Oh yeah. That.'
'I still don't get how we are doing this.'
'Snape hasn't given us a potion to drink in weeks.'
'All our other classes haven't gone wrong either.'
'Well, Defense Against the Dark Arts tends to put a damper on the brain.'
'But this way of communicating gets us more in touch with each other. We couldn't have lost brain cells because of this.'
'You sound like freakin' Trelawny, Hermione.'
'Shove it up your-'
'Now, now children. No need to bicker like an old married couple.'
'Screw you.'
'Shut up, Ron!'
'How are we supposed to solve this?'
'Who are you asking? Me or Hermione?'
'Who do you think?'
'Oh.'
'Well, we could research, or we could ask Dumbledore.'
'I am not researching on Quidditch Day. It would be inhumane to make me.'
'Well, we have the day off after this. So we can ask after we leave.'
'Lunch is after we leave!'
'You never eat on Quidditch Day, Ron! I never eat on Quidditch Day!'
'Well, then I am stuck going to the kitchens alone.'
'You can't get food without us, Hermione!'
'You two have to change out.'
'So we're going to Dumbledore?'
'Yep.'
'Now, tell me you didn't see that coming, Harry.'
'Whatever-'
"Ok class. Put your quills down as I explain something to you. Professor Snape will be teaching you the Animigus Potion in class. He needs a new stash for the Ministry. Sometime before Christmas Break, Professor Snape will demonstrate the final phases of the Potion. After Christmas Break, a demonstration will be held for how people turn into Animigi. Any questions?"
It's amazing how Professor McGonagall can say that in one breath.
Thankfully, no one raised their hand either.
"Good. Class dismissed," said Professor McGonagall.
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Dumbledore's Office
"So, you wanna knock, Harry?"
"That's ok, Hermione. You can-"
Knock, knock, knock.
"Ron," Harry and I said in unison.
"What? It's not like-"
The door opened.
"Welcome students. How may I help you today?" asked Dumbledore.
"We have a question for you," I said immediately.
"Come sit down," he said motioning towards the chairs.
We sat down, and I started talking. "I was sitting in Transfiguration today, and Professor McGonagall wanted us to take notes. These two were sleeping-"
"Not intentionally. Plus, she woke us up quite rudely."
I looked at Dumbledore. His eyes were twinkling. "Thank you Ron. Anyway, I woke them up, and they started to write the notes down. Then, Ron was glancing Harry's direction."
"Why was he glancing my direction," interrupted Harry while staring at Ron.
"Your secret," I answered simply.
"Can't help but be curious," he muttered.
"I don't mind, Ron," said Harry.
"Ok. Then, he started thinking, and I thought to myself, 'This is stupid.' Then Ron answered back-"
"And then I caught on."
"Yes. Then Harry caught on, and we were wondering-"
"How are you able to do this?" finished Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling.
"Well, yeah," we said in unison.
"Take, for example, what you just did. You all said something in unison without meaning to. You have gotten through all the fights you've had, which has made you stronger. When danger came, all of you were loyal and defended each other. You care deeply for each other. And-"
"Excuse me for interrupting Professor, but are you saying this happened simply because we're friends?"
"Yes, but it goes deeper than that. This is the Wizarding World, so things like this happen. However, this is rare, what happened with you three. Only the deepest of friendships have the ability that you have. Of course, you can only reach each other's surface thoughts, but this bond is quite powerful," finished Dumbledore.
After a moment of silence, the only thing Ron could say was, "Cool."
"Right you are Mr. Weasley. Now, I'm sure you have Quidditch. Good day," said Dumbledore in his tone of finality.
We nodded and left. When the door was closed behind us, I said, "This is so great."
"You're telling me. We have superpowers. Well, more than we're supposed to," said Harry agreeing.
"Well, I'm going to eat something," I said smugly.
"Don't rub it in," said Ron dangerously.
'Of course Ronnikeins.'
'Good job on the nickname, Hermione!'
"Why are we thinking to each other? No one is around!" said Ron frustrated.
"A lot of people can overhear, Ron," I reminded.
"Oh."
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Quidditch Game
Colin was announcing this game. Usually it was some Hufflepuff kid, but he didn't like it as much as he wanted to.
"Gryffindor in possession. Watch out for that blug- Oh. Slytherin with the Quaffle!"
The Slytherins roared with pride. Us Gryffindors made banners and signs to go along with our cheering. Everyone wants a huge banner for their House, but they don't want to copy us. This is my pride talking.
"Oooooo, nice hit by Mitchell Harris. One Slytherin Chaser down."
As Colin was announcing this, I was looking at Malfoy. He was whispering something to a Beater. Harry was a few yards in front of them. Damn it.
'Harry!'
'Hermione, not now!'
'Shut up! A beater is coming your way.'
'No, it's going Ron's way. Ron!'
'What, I'm concentrating!'
'Watch ou-'
Ron was knocked out. I wanted to run and make sure nothing was broken, but I couldn't. The game was still going. Just to let Malfoy know, he is being loathed a lot right now.
Neville, who was sitting next to me, gaped. I put my head on his shoulder for a second or two. He smiled.
"It's ok, Hermione. He'll be good as new in the hospital wing," said Neville reassuringly.
"Thanks Neville," I said thankfully. Yes, I was worried, and I was thankful.
On the Pitch, Harry was so mad that he almost pushed Malfoy off his broom, hit a Beater in the face with his broom, and caught the snitch. Malfoy got his punishment, but it wasn't enough punishment.
As Gryffindor cheered, I rushed towards Ron's aid. He was knocked out, as usual. Harry got off his broom and started helping him also. He, along with the Gryffindor team, carried him to the hospital wing.
Madame Pomfrey shooed us away for an hour. Harry and I came back to see him after dinner.
"You ok mate?" asked Harry.
"Well, Harry, you have a twin right next to you. And Hermione has a hotter twin right next to her."
Harry and I both stared at him.
"Madame Pomfrey said it would be over by tomorrow."
Harry and I nodded.
"Well, Harry is taking you back to the dormitory, and I have to take care of Malfoy," I said determinedly.
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Work Room
I immediately saw his blonde hair sitting on the couch.
"DARLING, your home," he drawled sarcastically.
"Get up," I whispered dangerously.
"Fine, but it's my couch t-"
Slap!
"What was that for, bitch!"
Slap!
"Stop!"
Slap!
"Granger, you wench!"
Slap!
He grabbed my hand before I pulled it away. "I don't hit girls, but you are coming close to not being one.
"Me slapping you does not hurt as much as you hurt Ron, you BASTARD!"
"He was on the other team! Plus, I DON'T CARE about him!"
"But you see, you insensitive git, I don't play Quidditch, so I can take you KNOCKING him off his BROOM which ever way I want!"
"Stop screaming you whore!"
"Then you should stop too!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"Why don't you go away then?!"
"Ok, one, don't call me a whore when you are one too. Second, you hurt my friend so I have a RIGHT to be angry. And third, I can't go away!" I said as calmly as possible staring at him in the eye.
"Why the hell not!"
"We agreed on no screaming!"
"Well, that's a first!"
"I know!"
"Why can't you leave, Granger!? You are STINKING up MY air!"
"Because that DEATH GRIP of yours won't let me!"
He let go off my hand as if I was burning him. Just for effect, I kicked him in the shin and laughed maniacally up the stairs. He was cursing loudly as I did this.
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Gryffindor Common Room
I found Neville in the Common Room fidgeting with his robe.
"What's up Neville?"
"Ummm, I-"
"Yes."
"Can I ask you something."
When's Hogmeade Weekend?"
"This weekend. Is that all?"
"Yes."
"Ok."
"I mean... no."
"What else, Neville?"
"About Hogmeade Weekend. Umm...will y-you.. g-g-o...with m-me?"
This shocked me. I stared at him for a while.
"I understand," he said getting up. He didn't look to upset. He could really cover up emotion.
"No, Neville. I would love to go with you." I said smiling.
"R-R-Really. Great."
"What is?" asked Ron coming down the stairs with Harry.
"Nothing," Neville and I said in unison.
"Great. Now I have to investigate the both of you," He said sitting down. Harry made the crazy signal behind his back, and I made eye contact to say that I understood.
"Good luck finding out," said Harry.
"I'm going to bed," I informed. "Got to get the beauty sleep for Potions."
"Who are you trying to impress? Snape? Malfoy?" Asked Ron.
"No, no one. I'm just tired. Any ways, I slapped Malfoy four times for what he did to you," I replied.
"Good job!" the boys said in unison.
I smiled and went upstairs. Mission number one, accomplished.
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Chapter Explanation: There is your chapter. I don't think I made it longer than usual, but I tried to make it better. I will try to update a lot more, but my family is coming over for a month or so, so it will be hard. Please bear with me. You know how real life gets in the way. And a conversation between Harry and the secret didn't fit in this chapter. Instead, I did the mind talking scene, which was fun to write. The usual applies. Constructive criticism is allowed. And I read my reviews just like everyone. This does not imply as constructive criticism! "Your story sucks! I hate it! You need to die!" I have gotten one review like that for my other story, and it kind of bothers me. At least tell me what you thought was bad! Anyways, for the nice and helpful reviewers, review!
Next Chapter Preview: Hogmeade Weekend! Harry's secret is revealed! Weird things happen at Hogsmeade. Another bet conversation with Draco and Hermione (They get new assignment).