Disclaimer: same as first chapter.
A/N: OH. MY. GOD.!! Thanks for all of the great reviews, all 105 of them!! Me is soooo happy. Reviews make my day! Love you all!!!
Chapter 7. Funny feelings.
Hermione and Ginny strolled into the Three Broomsticks with smug looks on their faces. They ordered two butterbeers and sat down at a table in the corner of the room. Ginny, not being able to quell her excitement any longer started talking in a breathless manner.
"Oh my God! Your dress is beautiful. It fits you just right and," her voice dropped into a whisper, "Did you see what is did to you? Your hair and your eyes… what it did to them? It must be enchanted or something. I've never heard of a dress that could do that before. You'll be the belle of the ball."
Hermione laughed to herself. Good old Ginny.
"No Ginny, you'll be the Belle of the ball, literally.
"What? Why? My dress is nowhere near as nice as yours. And I'm not nearly as pretty."
Hermione let out a trickle of laughter, not wanting to hurt her feelings.
That's your characters' real name. Belle. It means beautiful. Beauty and the beast is just the name of the story."
"Oh, I didn't realise."said Ginny, bashfully.
Hermione was just about to explain to her that lots of people in the wizarding world may not know about 'Beauty & the Beast', but she was stopped but the entrance of Harry and Ron. They ordered butterbeers and sat down beside Ginny and Hermione.
"Who do you think will win? They're both good teams. Not as good as Gryffindor of course, but good non the less."asked Ron taking a huge gulf of his drink.
"Well, it's hard to say. Ravenclaw have good strategy and speed to go with it…" replied Harry.
Hermione stopped listening. She could understand Einstein's theory of relativity, Merlin's theory of potion polivity and Dumbledore's theory of telling an hour long story in the middle of an announcement, but quidditch, well, quidditch was beyond her.
She supped at her butterbeer and looked around. She couldn't risk talking to Ginny. The girl looked as if she was going to burst with the strain of not mentioning their dresses.
She was daydreaming about the ball when something Harry said caught her attention.
"Sorry Harry, what did you just say?"
"I said," said Harry knowing that quidditch bored Hermione, "I wonder if Malfoy is going to play. You know, with his father missing and all, his concentration might not be good."
Hermione let what Harry was saying float around her mind for a few seconds. She hadn't noticed anything different with Malfoy, nothing at all. He stayed out of her way if she stayed out of hers, there was the odd mudblood/slimy ferret calling, nothing unusual at all.
"I don't see why he wouldn't play. He's the best seeker in the school, second only to you Harry." Hermione added, after getting a dirty look from everyone at the table. "Well," she stammered, "He is. Even I can see that!"
The subject was quickly changed as Snape walked in. He didn't like anyone talking badly about Malfoy.
Hermione expected him to say something nasty to Harry and, when he didn't come near them, she looked up to see why.
Oh, she thought, grinning wildly, that's why.
Snape was to preoccupied with Miss Clarke, to notice Harry Potter. He was positively drooling over her. Miss Clarke was smiling and laughing at everything he said.
"Nice couple huh?" said Ron slyly.
"Yeah," replied Hermione. Hermione looked at Miss Clarke. She was laughing and smiling alright, but she noticed that the smile didn't quite reach her eyes and that her laughter sounded false. But, why would she be pretending to like Snape. In all of the classes I've had with her, she seemed a very genuine person. Still, she couldn't shake off the feeling that she was hiding something.
"Why don't I like her?" asked Ginny in a hushed voice.
"Weird," said Hermione "I was just thinking the same thing.
A/N Sorry that's so short but I had to get it in. The next chapter is going to be long to make up for it. I promise. And Laura, you're in the next one!!!!
Thanks again for all of the reviews. I really love you guys!!!
A/N: OH. MY. GOD.!! Thanks for all of the great reviews, all 105 of them!! Me is soooo happy. Reviews make my day! Love you all!!!
Chapter 7. Funny feelings.
Hermione and Ginny strolled into the Three Broomsticks with smug looks on their faces. They ordered two butterbeers and sat down at a table in the corner of the room. Ginny, not being able to quell her excitement any longer started talking in a breathless manner.
"Oh my God! Your dress is beautiful. It fits you just right and," her voice dropped into a whisper, "Did you see what is did to you? Your hair and your eyes… what it did to them? It must be enchanted or something. I've never heard of a dress that could do that before. You'll be the belle of the ball."
Hermione laughed to herself. Good old Ginny.
"No Ginny, you'll be the Belle of the ball, literally.
"What? Why? My dress is nowhere near as nice as yours. And I'm not nearly as pretty."
Hermione let out a trickle of laughter, not wanting to hurt her feelings.
That's your characters' real name. Belle. It means beautiful. Beauty and the beast is just the name of the story."
"Oh, I didn't realise."said Ginny, bashfully.
Hermione was just about to explain to her that lots of people in the wizarding world may not know about 'Beauty & the Beast', but she was stopped but the entrance of Harry and Ron. They ordered butterbeers and sat down beside Ginny and Hermione.
"Who do you think will win? They're both good teams. Not as good as Gryffindor of course, but good non the less."asked Ron taking a huge gulf of his drink.
"Well, it's hard to say. Ravenclaw have good strategy and speed to go with it…" replied Harry.
Hermione stopped listening. She could understand Einstein's theory of relativity, Merlin's theory of potion polivity and Dumbledore's theory of telling an hour long story in the middle of an announcement, but quidditch, well, quidditch was beyond her.
She supped at her butterbeer and looked around. She couldn't risk talking to Ginny. The girl looked as if she was going to burst with the strain of not mentioning their dresses.
She was daydreaming about the ball when something Harry said caught her attention.
"Sorry Harry, what did you just say?"
"I said," said Harry knowing that quidditch bored Hermione, "I wonder if Malfoy is going to play. You know, with his father missing and all, his concentration might not be good."
Hermione let what Harry was saying float around her mind for a few seconds. She hadn't noticed anything different with Malfoy, nothing at all. He stayed out of her way if she stayed out of hers, there was the odd mudblood/slimy ferret calling, nothing unusual at all.
"I don't see why he wouldn't play. He's the best seeker in the school, second only to you Harry." Hermione added, after getting a dirty look from everyone at the table. "Well," she stammered, "He is. Even I can see that!"
The subject was quickly changed as Snape walked in. He didn't like anyone talking badly about Malfoy.
Hermione expected him to say something nasty to Harry and, when he didn't come near them, she looked up to see why.
Oh, she thought, grinning wildly, that's why.
Snape was to preoccupied with Miss Clarke, to notice Harry Potter. He was positively drooling over her. Miss Clarke was smiling and laughing at everything he said.
"Nice couple huh?" said Ron slyly.
"Yeah," replied Hermione. Hermione looked at Miss Clarke. She was laughing and smiling alright, but she noticed that the smile didn't quite reach her eyes and that her laughter sounded false. But, why would she be pretending to like Snape. In all of the classes I've had with her, she seemed a very genuine person. Still, she couldn't shake off the feeling that she was hiding something.
"Why don't I like her?" asked Ginny in a hushed voice.
"Weird," said Hermione "I was just thinking the same thing.
A/N Sorry that's so short but I had to get it in. The next chapter is going to be long to make up for it. I promise. And Laura, you're in the next one!!!!
Thanks again for all of the reviews. I really love you guys!!!