CHAPTER 7: GETTING OVER IT
Harry stared oddly at Hermione as she fiddled about with her quill, running ink all over her parchment. He raised an eyebrow and he wasn't sure if she realized that she was about to ruin the first page of the essay she had been writing for her Ancient Runes class. He had never seen her act so passive before, which slightly concerned him, causing him to reach out and slip the parchment from beneath her quill. She didn't even seem to realize it, and he bit his lip in frustration with the girl. Finally, he slid the quill from her fingertips, finally having gotten her attention.
"What the bloody hell are you doing, Harry?" was the thanks he got for saving her essay, and he found himself facing a red-faced Hermione, who was rapping her fingernails furiously on the wooden desk. It was of course late at night, and the fire in the fireplace at the front of the common room had almost gone out, forcing Harry and Hermione to work and read by candlelight. She glared angrily at him, breathing very heavily, passive expression completely gone from her face.
Harry stood back, looking hurt. "Well which one would you have preferred, ink all over the bloody parchment or me taking the stuff from your hand to save your beloved essay?" he fumed back, waiting for the exact moment where she would snap, gather up her things, and storm off into her dormitory. At least then he would finally be able to go to bed, the way she had been acting all day was really starting to annoy him. He honestly hoped that she wasn't going all crazy over Ron now that she'd gone to the Quidditch match with him, then he'd have a hell of an earful from both of his best friends.
She bit her lip and averted her gaze to the door. Decisively, she swept from where she sat and walked briskly towards it, slamming the poor Fat Lady's portrait behind her, waking up all the sleeping portraits in the common room. She walked blindly, not even lighting her wand, knowing the halls around Gryffindor tower all too well, but came to a stop when she collided with something thick but oddly soft at the same time. She looked up slowly, then she found herself staring into the cold eyes of Severus Snape. Stammering, she managed out, "Why Sev….I mean, Professor Snape, do excuse me."
He scowled and let out a grunt that was supposed to be an amused laugh. In his usual sardonic tones, he replied tiredly, "Miss Granger you are insufferable in class, let alone out of it, why not do us all a favor and stay in your dormitory after hours?" He raised his eyebrow as he slowly backed away from standing so close to the girl, staring down at her almost as if he were a father chastising a five-year-old. "Thirty points from Gryffindor, and detention, yes that should do the trick. Friday. Be there at seven o' clock."
Hermione was slightly drawn back at how cold he had been. She remembered when they sat laughing (Severus actually knew how to laugh?) together at the table at the Burrow, and now he treated her like he always had. Shaking it off, she bit her lip frustratedly, really wishing that she had used the professor's wandlight to light her own wand. She managed to find her way back to Gryffindor tower (without running into another professor), then she stormed back into the common room and into her dormitory, slamming the door behind her and falling asleep horribly angry. Damn him and his cold, heartless eyes, she thought. If it weren't for those furious orbs of black, he might be somewhat decent. She shuddered at the thought, and then fell into a sleep deeper than she had known in a long time.
Ron sighed as he noticed how difficult sleep was for his raven-haired friend. Harry had been having massive relationship problems with Draco, who had only recently decided that anything around Crabbe and Goyle was not allowed, and then the rift that seemed to be growing between him and Hermione…Ron wasn't surprised that Harry tossed and turned and groaned in his sleep. His time asleep might be miserable, but his time awake and with the people that were supposed to be there for him, well, in his time awake he constantly felt betrayed.
Sorry it's kinda short and it ends so wierdly, but I couldn't think of any other way to finish off the chapter...hey just be glad I posted it. :-) Hope you enjoyed...trying to give you all an insight on Harry's relationship with Draco and how he's handling it with Hermione and Ron...well...see you in Chapter 8!