Davaca: The way Harry spoke was supposed to be hard to understand.. he was drunk, so.. And I know prefects don't have a room of their own…
Anyway, sorry the chapters are short, and if you guys think the characters are OoC.
Chapter 2: Getting it back
Harry ran shakily, nearly slamming into the door before he remembered to open it. He half expected Hermione to run after him and half expected her to curse him, but when he noticed she was doing neither one of them, he just shut the door and sat on his bed, trying to stop his spinning head.
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Hermione sat, very distressed on the couch in front of the fire. Had he just taken her book? Who did he think he was? She stared into the fire, eyes unfocused as she weighed her options.
-Taker a shower to relax (probably wouldn't work as Harry would still have her book)
-Go to the library (always an option, but the book would only remind her of the one he had taken)
-Check out on Ron (he probably was puking around everywhere and she was in no mood to baby-sit drunks)
-Save her book from Harry's vomit (obviously the best choice)
Deciding that she was definitely not letting Harry get his way with her book she chose to go kick Harry's ass.
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After a while, Harry changed into his pajamas, no more stripped pants with a matching button-up shirt. He was already 16, so he wore black sweat pants that rode low on his hips since they were too big for him and a gray t-shirt, the one that had been dyed for him by his aunt petunia so he would wear as a uniform. Back then, Harry was just 11, and although he was still a little small for his age, a boy does grow up in five years, especially with hard Quidditch training. The shirt didn't exactly look tight on him, but it was less baggy on him and gave him a more muscle-y look.
Harry had just finished tugging his t-shirt over his head when Hermione barged into his room without knocking; he quickly pulled his shirt down and grabbed the book that was resting on his nightstand, not being bothered at all by the fact that a girl had walked in on him while he changed.
Hermione blushed a bit at the thought of what she could have seen if she had walked in a little earlier, but promptly recovered as she saw him with the book, HER book.
"Harry, give me my book" she demanded in her usual bossy tone, hands on her hips adopting her 'no nonsense' look.
"nope" he said grinning goofily as he gripped the book.
"Harry seriously, give it back!" she commanded a tinge of annoyance creeping into her voice, even though his smile kept her from being really mad at him.
Meanwhile, Harry scanned her robes looking for her wand, and seeing as she had only her school shirt, skirt and stockings, she couldn't possibly have it with her, or her hiding place was very funny. Harry shivered at the thought of where it could be but swiftly felt foolish and moiré confident. At least he wasn't getting hexed… at the moment.
"Harry!" Hermione yelled, startling Harry from his thoughts and making him jump the slightest bit.
"I said no! he repeated, backing off until his back hit a small bookshelf he had; the photo album Hagrid had given him almost fell off, and Harry pressed a hand to prevent it from falling.
Hermione advanced on him, her eyes glued on the book, her lips set in a thin line. She moved to grab the book, but Harry drew it from her reach again.
"honestly Hermione, I'm not letting you take it, you can have any of these though" he said, gesturing at the bookshelf at his back, knowing perfectly well they were of no interest to her since they were… well boys books.
Hermione rolled here eyes at the comment. Why would she want Quidditch books when she had enough of it?, being always around Harry and Ron, she was getting quite exasperated by the subject. Annoyance crept into her when Harry grinned smugly at her, and she wanted nothing more than stuff all his books up his… ok, deep breaths..
Hermione willed herself to calm down, no reason winding up. "No Harry, I don't want any of those books, I want mine, you're not even going to read it" she said, starting to loose her cool.
"look Hermione, we can stand here all night and nothing you do or say will make me change my mind" he answered, his eyes twinkling playfully, not really caring that his friend had started to clench her fists by her sides.
Suddenly, Hermione had an idea. Maybe if she distracted him, he'd -say- let go of the book. With those thoughts she moved closer to him, pressing her body against his and smirked when he saw his eyes widen.
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