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Adult ++
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Chapter 23: Suck It Up
Anywho...moving on with the story...we are still in the grey area between Chapters 6 and 7.
Harry woke the next morning early, before anyone else; he didn’t plan on it, but something inside of him told him to get up and down to breakfast before Ron woke up. He was still miserable, so he ate in silence, alone. As he finished up, Hermione sat down opposite him, with a glare on her face.
“How long have you been here?” she asked, her eyes fixed on him.
“Dunno...maybe an hour or so.” Harry shrugged.
“Well, Ron freaked out because you suddenly disappeared without telling anyone,” she scolded.
“I didn’t want to wake him up,”
“He’s worried about you, you know,” Hermione’s tone turned grim, “as am I.”
“Why the fuck should you care about me so much?” He shot back; the word fuck caused Hermione to twitch slightly, but Harry couldn’t care less.
“Because – ”
“Because Sirius Black is going to kill me if I’m not with someone else at all times?” Harry took a croissant from a nearby dish and took a bite, “I can do things by myself, you know, like eat fucking breakfast.”
He didn’t see her hand fly across the table, but he certainly felt it as it smacked him hard on the cheek, “Stop swearing!”
They sat in silence for the next minute, save for Harry taking another bite of croissant.
“Listen, Hermione, I’ve ju-just, got, a lot on my plate, y’know?”
Hermione laughed, “you think you’ve got a lot to do! You should see my schedule,”
“I have, and it’s a joke,” Harry perked up slightly.
“But...what kind of stuff are you dealing with?”
“I...thought I might like someone...”
“Oh?” Hermione assumed that annoying smirk of a woman receiving a secret, ready to pounce for more information, “who?”
“Name’s not important...” Harry started to garble his words,
“Is she a Gryffindor?” Hermione winked,
“No,” Harry said coldly.
“Is she a Ravenclaw?”
“No...but...it’s not just who I like...” Harry gulped...could he really tell Hermione and be safe with it? No, his mind thought, and so he just continued, “but I’m getting scared of this whole ‘grim’ issue”
“Oh Harry, c’mon, you know that that’s stupid hokey pokey. You are not going to die!”
Mission accomplished, Harry thought, Hermione has been distracted!
“But back to who you like,”
Fuck her and her memory...sigh...
“I don’t like, uh, her anymore...I thought maybe, but I don’t think so anymore.”
“You do realize that you just told me nothing, right?”
“Just...drop it, okay, please?”
“Will you tell me in a more secret place,” Hermione asked after a moment’s silence,
“NO! I’m also...worried about Hagrid...Malfoy got hurt pretty bad, y’know, and if he doesn’t get better than Hagrid might get fired!”
“Listen, Pansy said that he’s just milking it at this point, and you know that Madam Pomfrey doesn’t mess around anyways.”
“When did you talk to Pansy?” Harry piqued an eyebrow.
“Just for ten seconds in the washroom...we didn’t actually talk about anything, but I asked if Malfoy was alright, and she told me,”
Hermione began filling a plate, and Harry’s mind began to wander, “what if it had been me who got attacked, and not Malfoy?”
“What does that matter? Plus, you’re not stupid enough to do anything like that, Harry,” Hermione said between sips of orange juice.
“Think Hagrid would feel more guilty?”
“Oh, definitely...”
“He still looks pretty unhappy,” Harry recalled Hagrid’s moody appearance during the previous meals – he hadn’t tried to speak to any teacher, and had barely eaten.
“Oh look, here comes Ron,” Hermione suddenly changed the topic, noticing Ron coming through the tall doors of the Great Hall.
“I should go...I’ve got to read before class,”
Hermione didn’t believe a word of the “reading”, but she simply nodded as she watched him bolt away.
“Morning,” she smiled at Ron,
“Morning,” he mumbled.
Okay...I promise I will update in length soon.
Harry woke the next morning early, before anyone else; he didn’t plan on it, but something inside of him told him to get up and down to breakfast before Ron woke up. He was still miserable, so he ate in silence, alone. As he finished up, Hermione sat down opposite him, with a glare on her face.
“How long have you been here?” she asked, her eyes fixed on him.
“Dunno...maybe an hour or so.” Harry shrugged.
“Well, Ron freaked out because you suddenly disappeared without telling anyone,” she scolded.
“I didn’t want to wake him up,”
“He’s worried about you, you know,” Hermione’s tone turned grim, “as am I.”
“Why the fuck should you care about me so much?” He shot back; the word fuck caused Hermione to twitch slightly, but Harry couldn’t care less.
“Because – ”
“Because Sirius Black is going to kill me if I’m not with someone else at all times?” Harry took a croissant from a nearby dish and took a bite, “I can do things by myself, you know, like eat fucking breakfast.”
He didn’t see her hand fly across the table, but he certainly felt it as it smacked him hard on the cheek, “Stop swearing!”
They sat in silence for the next minute, save for Harry taking another bite of croissant.
“Listen, Hermione, I’ve ju-just, got, a lot on my plate, y’know?”
Hermione laughed, “you think you’ve got a lot to do! You should see my schedule,”
“I have, and it’s a joke,” Harry perked up slightly.
“But...what kind of stuff are you dealing with?”
“I...thought I might like someone...”
“Oh?” Hermione assumed that annoying smirk of a woman receiving a secret, ready to pounce for more information, “who?”
“Name’s not important...” Harry started to garble his words,
“Is she a Gryffindor?” Hermione winked,
“No,” Harry said coldly.
“Is she a Ravenclaw?”
“No...but...it’s not just who I like...” Harry gulped...could he really tell Hermione and be safe with it? No, his mind thought, and so he just continued, “but I’m getting scared of this whole ‘grim’ issue”
“Oh Harry, c’mon, you know that that’s stupid hokey pokey. You are not going to die!”
Mission accomplished, Harry thought, Hermione has been distracted!
“But back to who you like,”
Fuck her and her memory...sigh...
“I don’t like, uh, her anymore...I thought maybe, but I don’t think so anymore.”
“You do realize that you just told me nothing, right?”
“Just...drop it, okay, please?”
“Will you tell me in a more secret place,” Hermione asked after a moment’s silence,
“NO! I’m also...worried about Hagrid...Malfoy got hurt pretty bad, y’know, and if he doesn’t get better than Hagrid might get fired!”
“Listen, Pansy said that he’s just milking it at this point, and you know that Madam Pomfrey doesn’t mess around anyways.”
“When did you talk to Pansy?” Harry piqued an eyebrow.
“Just for ten seconds in the washroom...we didn’t actually talk about anything, but I asked if Malfoy was alright, and she told me,”
Hermione began filling a plate, and Harry’s mind began to wander, “what if it had been me who got attacked, and not Malfoy?”
“What does that matter? Plus, you’re not stupid enough to do anything like that, Harry,” Hermione said between sips of orange juice.
“Think Hagrid would feel more guilty?”
“Oh, definitely...”
“He still looks pretty unhappy,” Harry recalled Hagrid’s moody appearance during the previous meals – he hadn’t tried to speak to any teacher, and had barely eaten.
“Oh look, here comes Ron,” Hermione suddenly changed the topic, noticing Ron coming through the tall doors of the Great Hall.
“I should go...I’ve got to read before class,”
Hermione didn’t believe a word of the “reading”, but she simply nodded as she watched him bolt away.
“Morning,” she smiled at Ron,
“Morning,” he mumbled.
Okay...I promise I will update in length soon.