Chapter Two – The Pants
"Harry," Hermione sighed, turning her head from the book in front of her. "Get out of my pants."
Ron sniggered from across the room and Harry stopped sifting through the leather pants bag in front of him.
"But I need ink," he complained, turning back to the bag and going through it once again.
"Well you should've asked first," she chided, walking over to Harry to retrieve the ink from her bag.
"Yeah," Ron piped up from the far end of the room where he and Dean were playing chess, "You should know better than to go through a girl's pants before asking."
Hermione rolled her eyes and muttered something about him being immature.
"Here," she said, handing Harry the bottle of ink. Harry smiled.
"Thanks, Hermione," he said gratefully.
"What do you need if for anyway?" she asked curiously.
"My transfiguration essay."
"But that's due second thing!" she groaned. Harry shrugged his shoulders and got to work.
"Is that the one about changing colours?" Ron asked as he moved his pawn.
Harry Nodded.
Ron smiled excitedly.
"Watch this!" Ron took his wand out of his pocket and pointed it at the ink bottle Harry was borrowing."
"I can't write my transfiguration essay in orange ink, Ron!" Harry whined.
"You did it, Ron!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly. The last couple of weeks they had all been working on the project of colour changing. As easy as it seemed to Hermione, most of the seventh years needed practice for what they were doing and many still didn't quite do it properly. Ron had been struggling in that area for quite some time and Hermione had tried to help him but he just didn't seem to be able to grasp it. Ron would point his wand at the item of choice, say the words and would watch it turn every colour of the rainbow simultaneously except for the desired colour. The fact that he had mastered it on his own and actually spent his free time to do this perfectly impressed Hermione greatly.
"You should see our room," Harry said, glaring at Ron. "I have an orange, green and white bed spread now."
Ron shrugged. "It matches the orange curtains, green dresser and white walls."
"I wonder," Dean mused to himself, "If that would be considered vandalism."
"Nah," answered Ron, "The room has more…Personality now!"
"Colour can add personality to anything," Dean quipped, reciting the same words that Professor McGonagall used at the beginning of the study on changing colours.
"It does not," Harry disagreed, going through Hermione's bag once again to find more black ink.
"I'll prove it," Ron said defiantly and pointed his wand, this time in Harry's direction.
"Well?" Harry said impatiently. Hermione was trying so hard not to laugh that she was coughing.
"Definitely adds something," Dean commented, looking at Harry.
"What do you mean?" Harry was suddenly very wary.
"Are you okay, Hermione?" Ron asked a spluttering Hermione, while trying to keep in the laughter himself. Hermione managed to nod her head.
"What did you do to me?!" Harry asked, his voice two octaves above normal, looking at his hands to make sure they weren't orange like the ink. Ron just smiled.
Harry ran to the bathroom.
Hermione had managed to stop laughing and the three sat there in silence for a few seconds anticipating Harry's reaction.
"RONALD WEASLEY!"
"Gotta jet!" Ron laughed, dashing out of the common room and down the hall. Harry was two seconds behind him, a blur of black robes and blonde hair.
"There goes a whole bunch of personality," Hermione giggled to Dean who still sat at the chess board. Dean pointed to the clock which hung over the fireplace.
"Can't miss breakfast, it's the most important meal of the day you know."
"So I'm told," Hermione stood up at the same time Dean did and they both walked out into the hall. They walked in a fairly awkward silence at first, but then Dean spoke up.
"So did Snape really lay it on ya yesterday after the potions mishap?"
"Not really. Just took away house points and made me clean up the mess," she thought before continuing. "Wandless though, so I guess he figured that that was punishment enough."
"He didn't give you detention?" Dean asked incredulously.
"No," Hermione knew that was a lie, but she didn't want anyone to know about her detention with Snape. There were enough rumors about her and filch, she didn't want any with Snape too. The thought of either of them made her shudder. Besides, it wasn't like she was just not including Dean. She hadn't told Harry or Ron either - and even if she wanted to; she hadn't seen Seamus long enough yet to tell him. And she wouldn't. She trusted all four boys to keep 'a secret', but there were other ways for that to leak out and it was the last thing she needed at the moment.
"Maybe he was having a good day," Dean joked, pulling Hermione away from her thoughts.
"Huh?...oh…ya," Hermione shook her head, trying to get her thoughts in order. She didn't want to think about tonight, or Seamus.
Dean's laughter caused her to look down the hallway and see Ron running towards them, followed by a very angry, very blonde Harry.
"Sorry I can't stay guys, I'll see you at breakfast," he called over his shoulder as he ran right past them. He then turned left down a connecting hallway and disappeared. Harry was not so lucky, just when he was about to run past his two Gryffindor friends, Professor McGonagall came from a detouring corridor.
"Mr. Malfoy, if you could please refrain from running."
Harry turned around to address the professor, showing his face and Gryffindor colours.
"Oh! I apologize, Mr. Potter," Minerva quickly corrected. Embarrassed, she walked off, mumbling something to herself about needing glasses.
Harry stood there with his mouth open. Hermione and Dean stood behind him laughing together.
0o0o0o0
Everyone was finally at breakfast except for Seamus. Harry had pulled his robes over his head to cover his hair and Ron swore he did not know how to reverse it. Harry had pleaded with Hermione to change it back many times, but she wouldn't until he finished his essay for transfigurations. He was frantically trying to finish before potions, as he ate his blueberry waffle.
Hermione sat and stared at the empty seat beside her. Some where in the back of her mind, Hermione thought that this was Seamus' way of breaking up with her, and it hurt her badly. Why would he do it this way? She thought hard about what she could have done wrong. Only one thing came to mind.
The pants.
Maybe he was offended that she would use a gift he gave her for a school bag. She never knew Seamus to over react about anything like that, but maybe the pants meant more to him than she thought. Hermione resolved to discuss it with him; she wanted to work things out more than anything.
"Do either of you know where Seamus is?" Hermione asked her two friends who sat across from her. Harry and Ron glanced at each other and shook their heads at the same time. Hermione wasn't stupid – they knew something.
0o0o0o0
Halfway down the hall on their way to class, Hermione stopped Harry and pulled him over to a nook in the wall. Ron saw this and waited where he was, leaning against the wall patiently.
"What's wrong with Seamus, Harry?" Hermione interrogated, half pinning him against the wall by his shoulders.
"Nothing's wrong with him," Harry swallowed.
"Then where is he?"
There was a silence, followed with the tapping of Hermione's foot. After a lengthy wait, she knew that Harry had no plan in answering.
"Really, Harry, I thought we were friends," The head girl turned away, walking back into the hallway.
"He's practicing Quidditch!" Harry called out to the retreating Hermione. She had heard him, but didn't reply because up ahead she saw Ron speaking with Seamus in hushed tones.
"Seamus!" Hermione called to him, her stomach in knots. Seamus turned his head and immediately resembled a deer in the head lights. She could see his eyes search for a safe escape.
"Seamus, can I talk to you?" Hermione asked, eyeing Ron and sending signals for him to go away. Being the average guy, he didn't read the signals very well.
"Not right now, Herm, I'm sorry."
Seamus moved to walk past her.
"Why not?!" Hermione demanded, feeling entirely rejected. Now Harry was behind her, trying to signal to his fellow Gryffindor.
"Because…" Seamus looked at Harry for ideas. He had never been good at lying, and it was obvious Harry had never been good at charades. With the hand actions that Harry was waving behind an oblivious Hermione it sure seemed as if he had something to tell him.
Seamus squinted at Harry, trying to understand. It looked as if the boy was trying to ride a broom that had gone possessed.
Harry wasn't helping at all.
"Because, I have to go to Hogsmead," he replied dumbly. He could see Harry put his head in his hands.
"Hogsmead?" she asked, giving him a doubting look.
"Uh huh…. Professor…..Flitwick!...uh…He needs me to get some stuff….for him."
Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"Mustn't keep him waiting!" Seamus informed the receding figure of his girlfriend as he ran down the hallway.
Now Hermione was mad. She hated being lied to, and if Seamus was going to break up with her, he should have just told her the truth. Maybe she shouldn't try and get out early from to detention to make it to the dance. Without Seamus there, everyone would just ask her questions – prying into her life for answers she didn't quite know herself. Going would just make everything worse.
"Uh, Hermione?"
Hermione turned to Harry giving him a glare. "Practicing Quidditch, Harry?"
"Look – Hermione…"
"You're both liars!" Hermione spat, running down the hallway on the opposite direction Seamus had went.
She ran until her legs hurt, past the talking pictures, past the classrooms including the one she was due to be at in five minutes. She ran through the castle doors and realized that she had no where to go. She needed someone to talk to, but her three best friends, the people she felt she could talk to at any time about anything had betrayed her. Glancing around, Hermione realized where she was - two feet away stood Hagrid's home. She could hear him humming to himself in the back and figured she might as well go say hello. She may have been in a foul mood, but Hagrid seemed to always cheer her up…or distract her in the least.
Walking around the house, Hermione saw Hagrid hunched over what looked like a baby vulture – except the colour was all wrong. She called to Hagrid twice, but he did not hear her due to the fact that his total attention was focused on the creature. It was only when she tapped him on his back that he turned around, rather startled.
"Oh, ye frightened me!" he frowned, looking at the seventh year in front of him. "What's wrong?" he asked after some thought.
"What do you have there?" Hermione asked in return, keeping the subject away from the problem before her.
"It's called an Augurey," Hargrid smiled, quite comfortable talking about his forte in life. Hermione had always suspected that creatures were what kept Hagrid ticking.
"I've heard of those before, but never seen one. They're native to Ireland, and eat insects and faeries. They're feathers also repel ink."
The Augurey started to cry out, lifting its head to the sky and screeching loudly. Hermione had to cup her hands over her ears to muffle the sound and yet somehow Hagrid didn't seem bothered at all. The cry did not last long, but the ringing in the head girls ears did not stop for a long time after.
"Doesn't that mean that it's going to rain soon?" Hermione asked, looking into the sky for even a trace of a cloud.
"Usually," Hagrid replied, smiling at the bird, "But she's still a little shaken from his injury and seems to call out every ten minutes no matter what the forecast calls for. She should be back to normal in a day or so. That wing is going to take a bit more time than that though."
Hermione nodded to her friend and studied the bird. Its greenish colour would make it seem depressing to most, but that was probably since it wasn't often seen unless it was raining outside. Out here, in Hagrid's back yard when the sun was shining brightly and reflecting its rays off of the bird's slick feathers, it looked beautiful. At this moment, there was no wonder about why Hagrid cared for the creatures so much. His adoration for the bird showed in everything he did for it, including the small make shift nest he had made for it right beside the wall in his back yard.
"Where'd you get it Hagrid?" she inquired. Usually she would have been skeptical about his means for acquiring the Augurey but knew that the bird was hurt and Hagrid was trying to help. There was a slight crook his wing, and it looked awkward compared to the other wing which stretched and fidgeted freely.
"I found her in the forest."
"What's her name?"
"Keernit," he replied, taking a white roll of bandages from his pocket and wrapping them around the broken wing. Surprisingly the bird did not resist the half-giant and just stayed there, letting him minister to the wing. Knowing that Hagrid was off in another place now, where only the creature and he existed, Hermione walked off silently, wishing that she didn't have to go to class.
0o0o0o0
Hermione walked into class, books in her arms, and eyes downcast to the floor. She did not want to even look at Harry or Ron and she could feel their eyes on her. Deciding against sitting in her usual spot in front of Harry and beside the non-existent Seamus, the Gryffindor girl quickly turned and started to make her way towards the front of the class room.
The potions professor wasn't anticipating this move.
It was like a fountain of books that all flew into the air when the two crashed into each other. Hermione almost went up with them and ended up falling on her side, some of the books with her. Somehow the potions master did not even seem disturbed physically by the collision and stood straight, looking down at the girl with displeasure.
"Considering all of your other faults, I would not make being clumsy another habit." The professor informed coolly, stepping over her and the books that crashed down all around her to open the potions closet where he plucked out a vial containing what could only be assumed to be an ingredient of that day's potion. Hermione scrambled to her feet and started picking up her books, tears threatening her eyes once more.
"Today we will be making Wit-Sharpening Potion." Snape announced, putting down the vial he held on the top of his desk. Hermione sat down at the front, letting her hair make a veil over her face, and pretended to read the potions book in front of her.
Some would call it irony, but Hermione knew better. It was not irony that the first and only time she did not raise her hand in class, Snape called on her for the answer.
"Miss Granger?" he asked, tilting his head and smirking.
"Wha- What was the question?" Hermione stuttered, turning red.
Snape raised his eyebrows, but asked the question again. "What is the main ingredient in the Wit-Sharpening Potion?"
"Armadillo bile," she answered. Snape nodded, looking almost disappointed that she got the correct answer. The professor turned around and started to write the ingredients for the potion on the board.
"Today," The professor addressed the class, his back still to them. "You must work in partners." Everyone already knew who they were working with, except for Hermione who didn't dare look around. "And no exceptions," he added as he finished writing the last component for the potion and turned around. Everyone sat in pairs, except the girl at the front who stared at the desk in front of her. It was then that the potions teacher noticed there was no Mr. Finnegan in his class that day.
"So the young Mr. Finnegan has finally blessed me with his absence has he?" he asked the lone Gryffindor, who didn't look up to meet his eyes.
All it took was the one mention of the boy and Hermione started to cry. Not loud wails mind you, but crying none the less. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she didn't dare to look up to respond to the nasty git.
"Fifteen points from Gryffindor for failure to respond, Miss Granger," he said darkly, waiting for her to look up and say something. She didn't move. "If you could manage to get up and partner with someone, the class could start," he sneered, hoping to get some reaction. Most of his students were frightened of him; they cowered in his presence and didn't dare to do anything that would make him mad. Some how he didn't have that affect on the Granger girl, and it made her a challenge.
He watched as she brought her hands to her face and started to rub her eyes behind the sheet of frizzy hair. He could hear her sniffling and when she looked up at him finally, her eyes were red and puffy, and he could tell that she had tried to cover her inner turmoil by jutting out her chin defiantly.
"I don't have one, Professor."
"Well I suggest you get one," he responded, looking at the Gryffindor pair at the back, the one with the red hair and the other with the…blonde? That threw the potions master off a bit and he stood there staring at the boy with the lightning scar on his forehead. He didn't know what in the world would posses the boy to dye his hair blonde, but the colour did not suit him at all. His complexion just did not compliment it.
"Are you so unintelligent that you can not even find a potions partner, Miss Granger?"
Hermione didn't say anything, and retreated back into the depths of her hair.
"Very well then, you can work with Crabbe and Goyle."
Both boys proved almost just as incompetent with potions as Neville
What was more surprising however was that either boy actually knew how to read. Their total disregard to follow the directions or read labels could have fooled anyone. Hermione watched them both like a hawk and managed to grab any bottle from their hands before it was dumped into the cauldron. Thankfully their potion was bubbling purple just like everyone else's.
Snape walked down the room, eyeing each potion carefully.
"Considering that this potion affects the mind – I do suggest you all brew it correctly. I don't want anyone leaving, thinking that they're a chicken," he smirked to himself, rather pleased as he gave Neville a look and cause the boy tremendous doubt.
Hermione knew he was lying of course, saying things only to make his students quiver. If anyone had done their studies like they were supposed to they would know a wit-sharpening potion brewed wrong was just a dud. Unless of course they put horse radish instead of armadillo bile into the potion.
"So what's next?" Goyle asked looking at the Slytherin beside him. Crabbe shrugged and passed Goyle the nearest bottle without a word. Hermione removed the container of horse radish from the pudgy fingers and replaced it with the vial of armadillo bile. She was adapting to the two fast – her experience with Neville had prepared her for this two's incompetence.
"Hermione!"
Hermione knew it was Harry who was quietly calling to her. She refused to turn her head.
"Hermione!" The harsh whisper came again.
Sadly, she never thought she would be ignoring Harry to concentrate on Crabbe and Goyle. Knotting her fingers she watched the potion boil, as her two potion partners examined the other bottles. Goyle held up one bottle to his eye and peered through. The clear orange liquid let him see through to the other side of the room.
"I see orange people," he snorted, and Crabbe insisted that he let him try. While the second boy looked through the ingredient, the first flicked the flask of newt's eyes. Snape stood up at the front of the class demanding complete attention from the students. Crabbe and Goyle seemed a bit too distracted however.
"Now it is time to test the potion," he announced, scanning the room with a skeptical eye. His eye fell on Hermione.
"There is enough potion for the two people in each group to both try."
Hermione looked at the ignoramuses beside her.
"Oh! It's squishy!" Crabbe whispered to Goyle, swirling his finger in the jar of newt's eyes. Somehow, she thought that the two needed the wit sharpening potion more than her.
"But sir," Lavander raised her hand, getting the professor's attention, "how will we know if it worked?"
"I think your five scroll essays will prove the potion's effects well enough," he sneered, and almost smiled at all of the student's groans. Neville eyed his cup of potion warily, remembering the potions mater's words of "caution". Dean's help in potions indeed helped a lot with the results, but it did not help quell his fears.
"Drink up Longbottom," Draco prompted the nervous Gryffindor from across the room. "I always wondered what you'd be like as a chicken."
"Don't listen to him," Dean said, glaring at the Malfoy boy.
Neville gulped and tipped his glass. Nothing seemed to happen. He didn't feel any different. Dean did the same, and again felt nothing.
"I don't feel any different," Ron admitted from the back of the room, obviously disappointed.
"Who was the first person in history to try this potion?" Snape asked as he erased the board.
"Willham Liundt," Ron responded automatically. Realizing what he just said, he smiled and looked to Harry. Harry seemed confused.
"How come I didn't know the answer?" Harry asked out loud, not particularly to anyone specific. Snape turned around and faced the class.
"Obviously Mr.Weasley did the reading," Snape sneered. "This is a wit sharpening potion, Mr.Potter, not a spree of free knowledge. This potion can not help you with anything you haven't already learned."
"So it's more of a remembering charm?" Padma asked.
"Yes, Miss Patil," Snape then turned around again to his desk, sorting through the things. One of the Slytherin students bent over to another and whispered how much help the potion would be during the NEWTS.
"There would be no point," Snape cut in on their private conversation. "Any charms, potions or magic of any kind is neutralized during the NEWTS, except that of which must be performed during them. I am surprised you didn't know that by now."
The Slytherins were quiet.
"Ask me something!" Goyle said to Crabbe, a stupid smile on his face.
"What do we have next?" Crabbe asked, evidently excited.
"Uh… Divination!" Goyle exclaimed.
"Wow! You didn't even have to look at the time table!" Crabbe cried, letting out an incredulous snort. "It really worked!"
Hermione rolled her eyes.
0o0o0o0
Finally they were all excused from potions and everyone headed to their next classes. Harry followed Hermione out and walked by her side, trying to get her to talk to him.
"Hermione!"
Silence.
"Hemione!"
More silence.
"Heeeerrrrmmmmmmiiiiiooooonnnnnneeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
"WHAT!?" she yelled, stopping and turning to the boy beside her.
"Can you please turn my hair back?" he asked, almost annoyed.
Hermione's eye twitched.
Ron backed away.
Harry suddenly felt very uncomfortable. Shuffling his feet, he looked at the ground. "Listen Hermione, I wanted to talk to you about before too, but first –"
He would have finished his sentence but Hermione had stormed off.
"Dude…" Ron came up beside Harry, watching Hermione's shrinking form. "I don't know much about women… but even I know that that was the wrong thing to say."
Harry sighed. "You sure you don't know how to turn my hair back?"
0o0o0o0
Hermione stormed down the hallway once again – she hoped that the-boy-who-lived would never be able to get rid of that horrible blonde mass.
0o0o0o0
"I am sorry, Mr.Potter. There is nothing I can do. Mr.Weasley should have never tried such a transfiguration on a human and I'm afraid I won't either. You'll just have to wait it out."
"But Professor McGonagall!"
0o0o0o0
Never in her life had she been more mad at those two boys. Sure Ron hadn't openly lied to her, but he hadn't given her the truth either! She didn't know what had changed that gave Harry the idea that lying to her was okay. And Seamus – she couldn't even think about him. There was only one thing to do, if he didn't have the guts to do it, she would.
She would break up with him.
If he didn't show up to any classes, she would track him down - going to detention late if she had to. Then she would go to that dance after the detention – single and happy. She had made up her mind. There was no way she would let her soon-to-be-ex's behavior affect her. It's probably what he wanted.
"Not everyone is as black and white as your Mr. Finnegan."
She had finally reached her rooms where she would quickly pick up her transfiguration books and head to class. But there was one problem.
Her door was locked.
Who would have locked her door? She definitely hadn't. Retrieving her wand from her pocket, she tried to unlock the door. It didn't work. There must have been charms on the door, so she tried to deactivate the wards. It didn't work. She didn't know what to do, so she did the one other thing she knew how. She pounded on the door and demanded that whoever was in her room let her in.
"Problem, mudblood?" came a snarky voice from behind her.
Hermione turned sharply, facing the blonde Slytherin. Immediately she expected him to be the cause of her problem.
"Take the wards off, Malfoy," she demanded, fists clenched along with her teeth.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied in a detached tone, scanning the hallway.
"I said: open the door," she repeated, taking a step forward. Draco smirked in return and leaned against the wall.
"Now why would I want to prevent you from going inside?" he cocked his head to the side.
"Let…me….in!" she screamed at him, overly frustrated about what an idiot he was… overly frustrated about life.
Malfoy shook his head and laughed.
"Okay, Malfoy," she spoke calmly now, reaching into her pants bag. A glint of metal caught her eye and she grabbed onto it, pulling it out of the bag and drawing it into the air savagely. But by the time she looked up at him, he was gone. She hadn't even heard him go, and considering how long and open the hallway was, it was pretty impossible how he could just disappear like that.
She wished she could just disappear.
0o0o0o0
Classes were humiliating. Because she couldn't collect her books from her room she went to each class unprepared, and sadly every teacher asked her to read aloud from the text. Each time her cheeks went red as she leaned over to the person beside her and read off of their book. No teacher knew what to think of it, Hermione had never been to a class unprepared before. They let it slide, trying not to show their concern, every student forgot once and a while… the fact that Hermione Granger was the one forgetting just caused more concern than anyone else.
Despite the horror of humiliation that became every class that day, the morning went by fairly fast. Lunch and afternoon classes followed. Soon enough she was dismissed from her last class, as with the rest of the students.
She hadn't seen Seamus at all that afternoon, and she half expected he was out for the day. Absentmindedly she walked to her head girl's room, thinking about any and everyplace that Seamus could be found. It was this distraction that caused her to miss her wand being extracted from her pocket, only initially however.
"I will kill you, Malfoy," she breathed through her teeth as she turned around to confront the boy. She was almost started into a smile when she turned around and saw Harry standing there. Almost.
"What do you want?" she spat.
"I want you to talk with me."
"Give me back my wand, Harry," she ordered.
"Not until you'll talk to me," he tried to negotiate. Hermione rolled her eyes and quickly lunged for the wand, currently in Harry's possession.
"Ron!" Harry called as he threw the wand down the hall to a red head who caught it skillfully.
"Ron…" Hermione started walking to her friend, who threw the wand to Harry once she was far past halfway between them. Hermione growled. There was no way she could get her wand back this way. But what did she need it for right then anyway? Detentions had to be served without the assistance of a wand. The two couldn't play the game forever. Eventually, more likely tonight, they would hand the wand back over and it wouldn't really matter anyway.
At that, Hermione walked away from the two.
"I don't think that was a long enough distraction…" Ron whispered to Harry who was now beside him, as they watched the frizzy haired Gryffindor walk away.
0o0o0o0
Reaching her door, Hermione knew the dilemma that she was presented with. For ten minutes she pounded on her door. Looking around the hallway she tried to think of things she could throw to break the door open. There was nothing big enough.
Suddenly it hit her. There were two entrances to her room, and if Malfoy was the one who charmed the door, then he wouldn't have been able to charm the one connected to the Gryffindor common room. Maybe she should have used the wit sharpening potion…
When Hermione entered the common room, most of the students looked to each other for a reason why the head girl looked so ticked off. They could find no reason however and just watched as she stormed up the common room stairs.
The door at the top of the stairs wouldn't open either. This was the last straw for Hermione, and backing up she readied herself to bang the door down. She didn't have to though, because the door opened. Seamus' head poked out of the door, looking left and right for the "all clear". When he looked straight, he saw her. He obviously wasn't expecting her outside the door.
"Seamus Finnegan!" Hermione was furious as she pushed through the door and entered her room, ready to shut the door on his face. The room looked much different from how she had left it that morning.
0o0o0o0
"Well…" said Harry, "I know in about ten minutes she won't hate me anymore – but I think she REALLY hates me right about now."
Ron shrugged. "You said it yourself. She won't hate you in ten minutes."
"Let's make it fifteen," Harry corrected, thinking to himself.
"Why fifteen?" Ron asked quizzically.
"A lot can happen in 15 minutes," Harry replied. "And it just might take a lot for her to stop hating me."
A/N: Well there you have it everyone, chapter two! I'm sorry for the long wait but I'm proud to say that I now have future chapters already written and I will be posting regularly. I'm sorry if you thought I abandoned the story (even though I pretty much did for two years!) but I'm back and I promise it wont be abandoned again :D