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firenjen · 10-17-2009, 12:11 PM

SPOILER!!: the last chapter

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Originally Posted by firenjen

Harry reluctantly followed Ron as he stormed down the corridor. He had a feeling that Ron didn't really know where he was going, but that his anger was just carrying him on to wherever Draco might be.

They came to the Entrance Hall. It wasn't quite empty of the straglers leaving from breakfast, but emerging was the white haired boy that they had been serching for. Ron clocked him first.

"YOU!" He shouted, starting towards him. Ron ignored the curious glances coming from the other students, but Harry found it slightly more difficult. Although he was angry, he would rather not do this in public if he had the choice; which he obviously didn't, seeing as Ron was now hurtling at top speed towards Malfoy.

"What is wrong with you?!" Ron roared at Malfoy. He looked slightly shocked, but quickly composed his face into a smooth smirk.

"Far less than that of you, im sure," sneered Malfoy.

"You know what i mean!" Said Ron. "You evil, little plotting -"

"Look Weasley," Malfoy almost yawned. "Usually, that would be a compliament. But would you mind telling me what i've done this time? How can i enjoy this if i dont know what your so red about?" He chuckled. Harry glanced at Ron.

Malfoy was right. Ron WAS red. A LOT.

"You know what!" said Ron. People were definatly staring now. "Sending Pansy to do your dirty work! You being an idiot is one thing, but trying to get to Harry with a girl is below the belt!" He was wagging a finger at Malfoy, who's expression was unreadable.
"How did you think that would even work anyway! Harry would never go for Pansy! She's an ugly, pug-faced, evil Slytherin! No one would fall for that one!Especially not Harry." he scoffed.

Harry was dimly aware of the further argument that ensued. Something had caught his eye. Something terrible.

Pansy had emerged from the Great Hall, and from the look of her face, had herd every word that Ron had said. Her eyes were unusually wet, and a tear was already halfway down her cheek. She grasped her books tightly, gave Harry a saddened, disappointed look, and hurried past them.

As Ron and Malfoy continued to argue, Harry couldn't shake her expresion from his face. He knew, from that look, that Malfoy had had nothing to do with the notes and Pansy...

Hermione sat alone in the corner of the common room, trying to read to stop her mind from wandering, but it didn't work. Harry and Ron had both come in in foul moods and stomped strait up to bed.

"Going up already?" Hermione had asked.

"Ugh," Ron had said.

"Ptf," Harry said.

And they had stomped off.

Hermione sighed, deciding that she could no longer sit there, her mind wandering to a certain white haired boy all the time, and got up, fiddling with the necklace that she still wore around her neck.

She looked down at it. The snake and the lion were roughly the same size. And shape. The way the snake coiled roughly fit the contours of the lion, its main and its open jaws.

She pushed the two together, comparing their shapes.

Immidiatly, the two stuck, back to back. Hermione panicked. She tried to pry them apart, but they just continued to stick. Slowley, very slowley, she noticed another change.

They were glowing. The lion was glowing green, the snake red. Opposites.

Hermione looked down at the necklace, wide eyed in shock...

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Up in the dormitory, Ron and Harry sat on their beds, facing each other in bewildered horror and not speaking. Neither had said anything since they had left Hermione, and that was all they had managed to say.

Seamus, Dean and Neville lay snoring soundly, the only sounds penetrating the dark room.

"Blimey," whispered Ron after another fifteen minutes of solid silent staring.

"Crikey," Said Harry.

"I know..." whispered Ron. "..Blimey."

"She..i...you...what did you have to go shouting at her for?" Harry hissed through the darkness.

"Me? I though it was Malfoy! Dont you go blaming me for this! I was trying to help you!"

Harry was silent.

"She likes you," said Ron, discustedly.

"Yeah, i'd figured that out thanks" Hary said, rolling his eyes, "Kinda got the gist when she ran off crying actually."

Ron sighed through the darkness.

"Blimey."

"WILL YOU STOP THAT?!?!" Shouted Harry. He clapped a hand over his mouth immediatly. The sleeping figures next to them started stirring. Neville sat bolt upright.

"Where is it? Im here Sprouty! I can do it! I can-" and he fell back asleep. Immidiatly. Just gone.

Harry turned back to Ron and snorted. Then his face grew serious.

"Should we go and apologise?" he said, looking guilty. "To Pansy, i mean?"

Ron shook his head wildly. "Oh no no no no NO! im not going back to her. No. I've done my bit, thanks."

"Oh," said Harry sarcastically. "Thanks. Good point. Well made. Not."

And he lay down to sleep, visions of Pansy crying whirling round in his head. He beat himself over the head with a pillow, trying to get them out.

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firenjen SS100 Triumphant Mooncalf Join Date: Jul 2009 Location: Yonder ♥ Posts: 7,769 Hogwarts RPG Name: Carve Hetcher Fifth Year	so you can convince yourself that im cute SPOILER!!: the last chapter Quote: Originally Posted by firenjen Harry reluctantly followed Ron as he stormed down the corridor. He had a feeling that Ron didn't really know where he was going, but that his anger was just carrying him on to wherever Draco might be. They came to the Entrance Hall. It wasn't quite empty of the straglers leaving from breakfast, but emerging was the white haired boy that they had been serching for. Ron clocked him first. "YOU!" He shouted, starting towards him. Ron ignored the curious glances coming from the other students, but Harry found it slightly more difficult. Although he was angry, he would rather not do this in public if he had the choice; which he obviously didn't, seeing as Ron was now hurtling at top speed towards Malfoy. "What is wrong with you?!" Ron roared at Malfoy. He looked slightly shocked, but quickly composed his face into a smooth smirk. "Far less than that of you, im sure," sneered Malfoy. "You know what i mean!" Said Ron. "You evil, little plotting -" "Look Weasley," Malfoy almost yawned. "Usually, that would be a compliament. But would you mind telling me what i've done this time? How can i enjoy this if i dont know what your so red about?" He chuckled. Harry glanced at Ron. Malfoy was right. Ron WAS red. A LOT. "You know what!" said Ron. People were definatly staring now. "Sending Pansy to do your dirty work! You being an idiot is one thing, but trying to get to Harry with a girl is below the belt!" He was wagging a finger at Malfoy, who's expression was unreadable. *"How did you think that would even work anyway! Harry would never go for Pansy! She's an ugly, pug-faced, evil Slytherin! No one* would fall for that one!Especially not Harry." he scoffed. Harry was dimly aware of the further argument that ensued. Something had caught his eye. Something terrible. Pansy had emerged from the Great Hall, and from the look of her face, had herd every word that Ron had said. Her eyes were unusually wet, and a tear was already halfway down her cheek. She grasped her books tightly, gave Harry a saddened, disappointed look, and hurried past them. As Ron and Malfoy continued to argue, Harry couldn't shake her expresion from his face. He knew, from that look, that Malfoy had had nothing to do with the notes and Pansy... Hermione sat alone in the corner of the common room, trying to read to stop her mind from wandering, but it didn't work. Harry and Ron had both come in in foul moods and stomped strait up to bed. "Going up already?" Hermione had asked. "Ugh," Ron had said. "Ptf," Harry said. And they had stomped off. Hermione sighed, deciding that she could no longer sit there, her mind wandering to a certain white haired boy all the time, and got up, fiddling with the necklace that she still wore around her neck. She looked down at it. The snake and the lion were roughly the same size. And shape. The way the snake coiled roughly fit the contours of the lion, its main and its open jaws. She pushed the two together, comparing their shapes. Immidiatly, the two stuck, back to back. Hermione panicked. She tried to pry them apart, but they just continued to stick. Slowley, very slowley, she noticed another change. They were glowing. The lion was glowing green, the snake red. Opposites. Hermione looked down at the necklace, wide eyed in shock... ********************************************** ************************************ Up in the dormitory, Ron and Harry sat on their beds, facing each other in bewildered horror and not speaking. Neither had said anything since they had left Hermione, and that was all they had managed to say. Seamus, Dean and Neville lay snoring soundly, the only sounds penetrating the dark room. "Blimey," whispered Ron after another fifteen minutes of solid silent staring. "Crikey," Said Harry. "I know..." whispered Ron. "..Blimey." "She..i...you...what did you have to go shouting at her for?" Harry hissed through the darkness. "Me? I though it was Malfoy! Dont you go blaming me for this! I was trying to help you!" Harry was silent. "She likes you," said Ron, discustedly. "Yeah, i'd figured that out thanks" Hary said, rolling his eyes, "Kinda got the gist when she ran off crying actually." Ron sighed through the darkness. "Blimey." "WILL YOU STOP THAT?!?!" Shouted Harry. He clapped a hand over his mouth immediatly. The sleeping figures next to them started stirring. Neville sat bolt upright. "Where is it? Im here Sprouty! I can do it! I can-" and he fell back asleep. Immidiatly. Just gone. Harry turned back to Ron and snorted. Then his face grew serious. "Should we go and apologise?" he said, looking guilty. "To Pansy, i mean?" Ron shook his head wildly. "Oh no no no no NO! im not going back to her. No. I've done my bit, thanks." "Oh," said Harry sarcastically. "Thanks. Good point. Well made. Not."** And he lay down to sleep, visions of Pansy crying whirling round in his head. He beat himself over the head with a pillow, trying to get them out. __________________ ♥♥♥My heart is out at sea. And my Head's al over the place. I'm losing sense of time, and everything tastes the same. I'll be home in a day. I fear that's a month too late. ♥♥♥ Last edited by firenjen; 10-17-2009 at 09:02 PM.