Hermione dashed up the stairs to the Gryffindor commons.
"That selfish pig. That sad excuse for a pure-blood! That-"
Ron sauntered up behind her, and put his arms around her waist. During this particular year, (6th) he was being especially romantic. His red hair was illuminated da the fuoco behind them.
"Oh!" Hermione gasped. "Hello Ronald, how's your evening?"
He swayed her back and forth slowly, and kissed her cheek. "Better now your here."
She giggled. "Cheesy, yet effective." Hermione reached up and kissed Ron's cheek.
"So, why back so late, 'Mione?" Ron asked. "Studying for our imaginary test?"
"No, te goof. I was having a HORRID conversation with-"
"Who?"
"Malfoy." She spat. Hermione pulled herself away from Ron. "That STUPID little-"
"We do not cuss here, 'Mione. I have a punishment in order for you."
He walked her over to a large, plush red chair, and kissed softly.
"Wow." Harry whistled. "How are te two lovebirds doing?"
"Bloody Hell!" Ron yelled.
"What were te telling me earlier about cussing, Ronald?" She giggled.
Hermione regained her composure, and ran to give Harry a hug and friendly baciare on the cheek.
"Oh Harry! How long have te been watching?"
"Long enough 'Moine," he shrugged, smirking. "Long enough."
Harry sat down on the floor successivo to where Ron had moved over too.
"Snape has been bloody MAD this week. I officially hate Potions." Ron complained.
"You've always hated potions, Ron." Harry sighed.
"I know that!" he explained. "But now I hate it with a passion. There's a whole lot of difference te know."
Harry and Hermione looked at each other smiling and rolled their eyes.
Ron stood up. "I'm going to bed, coming Harry?"
"Yeah Ron, in a minute." Harry looked distracted.
Ron just shrugged and walked out.
"Are te alright, Harry? te seem disturbed."
"Yes fine. Just meet me at the edge of the Forbidden Forest at 9:00 tomorrow night."
Hermione did a little fake gasp.
"But Harry, it's Forbidden!" She exclaimed dramatically, (and sarcastically.)
He looked over at her. "When has that ever stopped us?"
She rolled her eyes. "Obviously, te didnt catch my sarcasm." Hermione gave him a sisterly hug. "I'll see te tomorrow." She peered at him cautiously. "Are te sure you're alright?"
"Yes fine. Just remember: Forbidden Forest 9:00, Kay?"
She waved away his reminder. "Yes of course." And she sashayed to her room, thinking: 'I wonder what Harry wants. Hmm.'
Back in the Slytherin common room:
Draco was draped over the couch, his legs dangling over the edge, head on Pansy's lap. She was absent-mindedly stroking his hair.
"I cannot believe that sorry excuse for a witch! She has the nerve to call me an ARSE!" He pathetically yelled. "What do te think Pansy?" He kissed her hand.
"Draco, don't listen to that mud-blood. Just remember, te have me!" And with that she bent over and kissed Draco's forehead. 'Why am I still playing this charade? I know she's crazy about me, but I just don't like her. I like Ginny. Yes the Weasel's sister. She's just quiet, strong-minded. The best of all the Weasleys. She naive, cute. But because she's been brainwashed da Port-o- POTTY, and Weaselbee, and Rat-face, I can't get near her. But no matter for now.' he thought.
"HELLO?!? Earth to Draco?!?" Pansy yelled.
"Sorry, just thinking of how to get revenge on Granger..." He lied.
Pansy squealed. "Do not say that prissy no-it-all's name in my presence!"
"I know." Draco detto with an exasperated sigh. "Who would like her? Besides Weaselbee. Granger's round, buck-toothed, bushy-haired. Ugh. I think tomorrow I'll- never mind you'll see."
Draco stood up, stretched, and bent over so he was eye-to-eye with Pansy.
"Love you." He detto softly, and before she could answer, he kissed her. Caressing her face with his large hands, her hand tied tightly around his neck. Draco broke away abruptly, walking to his room, leaving Pansy there alone.
"That selfish pig. That sad excuse for a pure-blood! That-"
Ron sauntered up behind her, and put his arms around her waist. During this particular year, (6th) he was being especially romantic. His red hair was illuminated da the fuoco behind them.
"Oh!" Hermione gasped. "Hello Ronald, how's your evening?"
He swayed her back and forth slowly, and kissed her cheek. "Better now your here."
She giggled. "Cheesy, yet effective." Hermione reached up and kissed Ron's cheek.
"So, why back so late, 'Mione?" Ron asked. "Studying for our imaginary test?"
"No, te goof. I was having a HORRID conversation with-"
"Who?"
"Malfoy." She spat. Hermione pulled herself away from Ron. "That STUPID little-"
"We do not cuss here, 'Mione. I have a punishment in order for you."
He walked her over to a large, plush red chair, and kissed softly.
"Wow." Harry whistled. "How are te two lovebirds doing?"
"Bloody Hell!" Ron yelled.
"What were te telling me earlier about cussing, Ronald?" She giggled.
Hermione regained her composure, and ran to give Harry a hug and friendly baciare on the cheek.
"Oh Harry! How long have te been watching?"
"Long enough 'Moine," he shrugged, smirking. "Long enough."
Harry sat down on the floor successivo to where Ron had moved over too.
"Snape has been bloody MAD this week. I officially hate Potions." Ron complained.
"You've always hated potions, Ron." Harry sighed.
"I know that!" he explained. "But now I hate it with a passion. There's a whole lot of difference te know."
Harry and Hermione looked at each other smiling and rolled their eyes.
Ron stood up. "I'm going to bed, coming Harry?"
"Yeah Ron, in a minute." Harry looked distracted.
Ron just shrugged and walked out.
"Are te alright, Harry? te seem disturbed."
"Yes fine. Just meet me at the edge of the Forbidden Forest at 9:00 tomorrow night."
Hermione did a little fake gasp.
"But Harry, it's Forbidden!" She exclaimed dramatically, (and sarcastically.)
He looked over at her. "When has that ever stopped us?"
She rolled her eyes. "Obviously, te didnt catch my sarcasm." Hermione gave him a sisterly hug. "I'll see te tomorrow." She peered at him cautiously. "Are te sure you're alright?"
"Yes fine. Just remember: Forbidden Forest 9:00, Kay?"
She waved away his reminder. "Yes of course." And she sashayed to her room, thinking: 'I wonder what Harry wants. Hmm.'
Back in the Slytherin common room:
Draco was draped over the couch, his legs dangling over the edge, head on Pansy's lap. She was absent-mindedly stroking his hair.
"I cannot believe that sorry excuse for a witch! She has the nerve to call me an ARSE!" He pathetically yelled. "What do te think Pansy?" He kissed her hand.
"Draco, don't listen to that mud-blood. Just remember, te have me!" And with that she bent over and kissed Draco's forehead. 'Why am I still playing this charade? I know she's crazy about me, but I just don't like her. I like Ginny. Yes the Weasel's sister. She's just quiet, strong-minded. The best of all the Weasleys. She naive, cute. But because she's been brainwashed da Port-o- POTTY, and Weaselbee, and Rat-face, I can't get near her. But no matter for now.' he thought.
"HELLO?!? Earth to Draco?!?" Pansy yelled.
"Sorry, just thinking of how to get revenge on Granger..." He lied.
Pansy squealed. "Do not say that prissy no-it-all's name in my presence!"
"I know." Draco detto with an exasperated sigh. "Who would like her? Besides Weaselbee. Granger's round, buck-toothed, bushy-haired. Ugh. I think tomorrow I'll- never mind you'll see."
Draco stood up, stretched, and bent over so he was eye-to-eye with Pansy.
"Love you." He detto softly, and before she could answer, he kissed her. Caressing her face with his large hands, her hand tied tightly around his neck. Draco broke away abruptly, walking to his room, leaving Pansy there alone.
