Summer's Secrets.

AN: Wow, I feel like such an artard. It's been like a year since I've updated this story. Well, better late than never, and I have finally gotten a competent computer. A lap top!! I love it!! I have also learned how to format my stories better. So, JOY!!!

Chapter 6

"I am not a baby, I just don't like hitting anyone in the head."

"Why?" Allies asked, a visible smirk plastered on her face.

"It hurts my wrists."

Allies rolled her eyes at John, and began to look around.

"Lose something?" Asked John, following her gaze.

"You still have to hit me, boy."

"Oh, right." John took a taser from his pocket and smirked.

"What does that do?" Allies asked looking at the black object in his hands.

"This." John said, as a blue volt connected with her skin, lasting long enough to render her unconscious, but not long enough to cause any serious damage.

The first thing noticeable Hermione saw when her eyes opened was a pair of familiar boots.

Her vision cleared, and she excepted the hand John offered her.

"Thank you." Hermione said, in a daze.

"Are you alright?" John asked, his eyes glancing up at her hair.

"Out of every possible way of knocking a girl cold you chose the one that messes up my hair."

John smiled at her, taking her arm to help her back into the corridor.

All eyes fell on the two of them, arms linked, and faces red.

"What're you two up too?" Ellie asked, looking from both John and Hermione.

"Oh, we had to talk. Replied John, bluntly.

"About?" Ginny asked.

"The new Head Boy." Hermione said dreamily.

"Isn't he to die for?" Ginny said, looking from Hermione to Ellie.

"Or from." Lavender said, distastefully. "A boy that pretties been all around town."

"Oh, please. I doubt he's even been to the corner store, yet alone around the entire town."

"Wait, is this a metaphor for some some sort of sexual maturity?" Hermione and Ellie looked over towards John.

"Yes, John." Hermione said, patting him on the shoulder.

"So, Ellie, are you John's girlfriend." Ron asked, slightly hopeful.

"No, I'm just a friend." Ellie looked over Ron, "You're Ron Weasley aren't you?" She asked, a frown making it's way onto her face.

"Um... I s'pose so."

"Hmm. I don't like you." Ellie said crossing her arms.

"Why?" Ron asked "You don't even know who I am."

"I've heard enough about you." Ellie looked over at Hermione. "You're taking way too long. Hermione's not going to wait forever, you know."

"What are you playing at?" Ron asked, looking from Ellie to Hermione.

"Leave him be, Elle." John said, exasperated.

"Oh, all right."

A knock came from outside of their corridor and they looked to see who was visiting them. A tall 7th year boy leaned against the door. He was clad in new Robes. A purple tie fastened loosely around his perfect neck. His raven hair fell into his eyes, and he brushed it away with his hands. He wore a bright smile that complemented his blue eyes well. His voice was gentle, and deep.

"May I borrow the Head Girl?"

"Whatever for?" Hermione, asked teasing.

The boy turned pink, and rubbed the back of his neck. "You have to give permission to the headmaster that you have no problem in sharing a room with Head Boy."

"What?!" Ron blurted in an outrage.

"Oh, that's no problem at all, Sam." Said Hermione said in all innocence.

"This is barbaric!" Ron protested. "You can't share a room with him! Or any other boy, for that matter!"

"Ron, it's not like we're sharing the same bed." Hermione said, keeping her voice calm.

"Umm." Sam interupted, "Actually, we do have to share a bed..."

AN: I always leave it on a cliff hanger... Have you ever typed on a computer that all of a sudden skips to another spot and you have to stop what you're writing and erase it and put it in the right spot? If so, don't you just hate it?