A/N: Wow...29th chap already... Time flies.. Thanks for the favs and follows and reviews (I had to check google translate to check what 'grande storia' meant... Thank God for Google) and being the aca-amazing Potterheads you guys are! :) To Natalie (I'll call her Nat from now on), Feng Wei, Cheryl and Denzel for being who you guys are. Time to continue... I think there's more Harmony comin' along! Whoopy doopy doo! ...Okay, my geek side showed up, don't mind it.. And I've been sick...and school's coming in the way...so... It takes longer to update..
"Shh! Jesus, Hermione, I was just going to ask you a question."
"Well, excuse me for having the idea that you were going to kill me when it's the dead of the night and your face is just two inches away from mine," said Hermione, calming her racing heart.
Chloe even had the decency to look sheepish. "Sorry... I just- Why're you still awake? Something bothering you?"
"Why are you still awake?"
Hermione felt a dip in the bed; Chloe must have sat down. "That's not fair."
"I'm not fair."
"You sound like Harry," said Chloe, remembering that day on the train where she first met him. He had refused to tell her his last name.
Hermione stiffened, and her breath hitched. She knew that he had promised to try to be friends... But she really didn't want to be that Harry... She didn't know who he was anymore.
"Woah... Don't need to worry," Chloe said.
Hermione shook her head slightly, clearing her mind. "Do you have a crush on him?"
"Way to be blunt. No, Hermione. But you do."
Hermione didn't blush like she normally would. Her face was impassive, and Chloe was afraid she might have stepped on one of Hermione's landmines. "Chloe, we don't even like each other as friends. So please, go away. We shouldn't be having this conversation."
"Should Adolf Hitler have tried to do what he did...? You learn Muggle stuff. I search the web. Mum bought me a laptop. Should the Japanese just take over Singapore...? Should Anna from the movie Frozen have been engaged to a guy she first met on that same day...? No. But we still do it. Human nature. Evil. Desperation." Chloe wiggled her eyebrows when Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"You're smarter than I thought, Weasley."
"Why, did you think I was stupid? You sounded a bit like Malfoy there."
"No! I...I didn't think that... I don't want to sound like Malfoy, Red."
"Red? You're more like Harry than you might think." Chloe laughed, smiling softly.
"I'm not. Sleep, Chloe."
"Alright, Mum," mocked Chloe, getting up from Hermione's bed, leaving her alone. Hermione rolled her eyes. "There! The rolling of the eyes, same as Harry."
"Will you leave me alone and just stop pointing out the same stuff I do as Harry?" said Hermione, smirking slightly.
"Okay," Hermione, smirk changing into a smile, said,"just sleep."
Chloe finally decided to stop messing with Hermione, and bounded over to her bed, and checking to see if Lavender had awoken. Unsurprisingly, Lavender had slept through their conversation. Maybe she was fake-sleeping... Chloe walked over to Lavender and bent down. She lifted up one of Lavender's eyelids and it turned out that Lavender was sleeping. She went back to her bed and lay down, her mind whirring.
The day started with breakfast, and it was interesting indeed. Three owls (including Hedwig) clutching a package in their talons were flying towards the Gryffindor table after the usual big flocks of owls. Nearer it went to Harry, Chloe, Hermione and Ron.
"What is it?" said Ron, and Chloe rolled her eyes.
"What else can it be, Ron? Obviously, it's a broomstick. Have you seen any other stuff shaped like that?" said Chloe, nudging Ron in the ribs.
"Ow! That hurts!" Ron rubbed where Chloe had nudged him, trying to soothe the pain.
"Baby," muttered Chloe, smiling slightly.
The package landed in front of the Harry with a thud. He and his friends cleared the plates away and they eagerly unwrapped it. Gasps sounded through The Great Hall; all were staring. Hedwig and the two other owls flew away, and Harry's owl flew to Professor McGonagall. As Chloe had said, it was a broomstick. Dean Thomas looked at the golden print etched into the broomstick. Someone asked,"What is it?"
Eyes widening in surprise, Dean said,"It's a Nimbus 2000!"
Whispers of "A Nimbus 2000?" and gasps echoed through The Great Hall. Malfoy sneered, jealousy unleashing within him like a beast. That's unfair. First-years aren't even allowed to have broomsticks, Malfoy thought angrily.
Interest marred Beca's features as she put the hand which she was resting her head on down. She stopped stirring her soup and raised her head to see what was happening. The first person Harry glanced at was Beca. Even among the sea of raised heads, he could see her just there. When their eyes locked, Beca couldn't help but narrow her eyes. Harry tore his eyes away from her and casted them towards Hermione, only to find the bushy brown-haired girl staring at him curiously and weirdly. He then wondered who would give him such an expensive (he assumed) thing. Looking towards the Professors' Table, he saw Hedwig on Professor McGonagall's shoulder. For the first time, he saw the normally strict female professor smiling at him, eyes sparkling behind those glasses of hers.
Harry smiled back at her, feeling like he was finally at home.
The broomstick was kept under his bed, even though Chloe and Ron had vigorously prompted him to try riding it. Harry had smirked, shaking his head. They had the same antics. After horrible Double Potions with the Slytherins ("Ugh. Why? What have we done to deserve such things?" Ron had moaned.), the two Weasleys and Harry decided to show Hermione their new friend who had a big tangled beard and beetle-black eyes that always held warmth, unlike Professor Snape's. Hermione rolled her eyes as Harry sheepishly tugged her towards Hagrid's hut ("The rolling of-" Chloe silenced herself when Hermione gave a good-natured glare of hers) and Ron had run off faster than the rest of them. Chloe bounded forward to race her brother, and having slightly longer legs, she could reach Ron in about seven strides.
"So... You've changed," said Hermione, being tugged forward.
Harry gave an unsure smirk and said,"People don't really change."
Hermione widened her eyes in surprise. "DId you just-? You just quoted that troll from Disney Frozen!"
"You sound so surprised," Harry began,"come on, I'll race you. Bet I'll beat you." And he took off.
"That's so not fair!" Hermione sprinted forward, smirking slightly.
"Oh, Hermione! That smirk!" Chloe called from in front of the hut's door, Ron beside her crossing his arms, looking glum. Harry was nearing the two redheads, and Hermione couldn't care to glare at Chloe as she ran forward, nearly keeping up with Harry.
As both of them neared Hagrid's hut door, both took a glance at each other then, at the same time, dived forward, not caring if it would dirty their robes.
Hermione landed, somehow in mid-air turning her body so she wouldn't fall face-first onto the ground. It ended as a mistake...at least, Hermione convinced herself it was. Harry landed on top of her, and she grimaced at the impact, but what bothered her more was the fact that both their faces were just two inches away from each other, Harry's ragged breath warming her face. Her cheeks flushed, and she felt as if all the breath were whooshed out of lungs. Her breath hitched, and she let out a short and a squeak,"Hi."
Harry pushed his glasses up his nose. "Uh..." Damnit, Harry! Say something! "Hi..?" Smooth. Very smooth. Harry zoned out as he stared into her brown eyes when he realised he was on top of the girl he had a crush on. Hastily, he got up from the ground, and Chloe smiled devilishly, wiggling her eyebrow.
They. Are. Just. Too. Cute, Chloe thought. Harry extended his hand out towards Hermione for Hermione to take it. Ron raised both his eyebrows, not sure what to do. Whether to help them or just look.
No, no, no, no... My hand's all sweaty, I can't- But Hermione, tinge of red colouring her cheeks, took his hand. He helped her up, and he wiped the sweat off his palm on his robes after. Dusting the dirt off their robes, they got ready to knock on Hagrid's hut door when they realised Hagrid was already standing there, the door open. He smiled under his beard.
"C'mon in! Yer always welcome," he said as he moved aside to let them in.
Beca sighed as she heard the four first-years and Hagrid talking. She was standing at the back door of Hagrid's hut. "I'm never that important..." Hey, at least you meant something to him for him to talk to you, she thought, chastising herself for being so needy. She didn't need anyone. She was fine on her own. Okay, well, that was a lie, but so what? Not like anybody'd care. She went up to the Owlery and took out a scroll of paper she had in her robe pocket.
She took out a bottle of ink and a quill from the other one. Oh, Beca. You're so weird. Who carries a bottle of ink and a quill with them..? she thought. She uncapped the bottle and dipped the tip of the quill into it and wrote on the paper, using the wall as a table. Why couldn't we just use pens? she thought,frustrated, dipping the tip of the quill into the bottle again.
She then scrolled it up and tied a ribbon around it. It was high time she at least responded to her silvery writer.
A/N: Okay, I'm sorry, this is kinda short... Do you think their (Harry and Hermione) relationship is going too fast..? How old do you guys (and gals, of course) think I am? Anyway, thanks for the support, the reviews and all that... You are all amazing Potterheads... Oh, and why do you guys love the idea of Harrry and Hermione being together? I ask way too many questions... I almost forgot, Disney Frozen was created by...well, Disney. It's just so amazing...I can't get over it...I think it's the second best movie of all time...Harry Potter being the first, of course. My birthday just passed...it was on 9th Feb...but it's not important...so now I'll go watch Frozen and Harry Potter on my laptop (I am too addicted...).. Thanks for reading!