I'm terribly sorry about this. It's been what? Two, three? weeks since I posted the latest chapter. Really, I haven't had the time to write anything at all during this time. It's been very hectic in school… But here I am again…
And I have some bad news: My very dear boyfriend has gone over to the Harry/Ginny and Ron/Hermione ship. It's terrible, I know. He was a pumpkineer, just like me, but after he read the sixth book… Ah, well.
Oh, well. Enjoy! I have no idea when the next chapter will be up. I try to type as often as I can, but school has been throwing tests and homework at me. This reminds me…I have to study for that Physics test… and that French test. Bleh.
Cheers!
Chapter seven: Finding Neville
It had taken her a while, but she'd finally gotten the amount of cream right. Not too much and too less for her beloved Harry. She wanted him to be happy.
She'd smiled widely when Harry had eaten her offered slice of pie. He'd liked it! He'd liked something she'd done! Her heart soared with happiness.
But now he was leaving her to find Neville. She supposed it was okay…but he better not leave her alone for long. She'd miss him too much.
Hermione sighed and nibbled on a piece of what was left of Harry's pie. She missed him so much already…
She could feel her eyes home in on him. He was standing just out of the Great Hall, he was so hansom… Then she twitched.
Ginny and Luna was with him. With her Harry.
She munched angrily on another piece of his pie…and almost spit it out again as the both girls reached up and kissed him on the cheek.
She could feel her temper rising. How dare they? There was no way she was going to let those…those…harpies latch onto him now when she knew where her interests lay.
She stalked over to them, literally yanking Luna away before pulling Ginny off Harry with a hiss. She tackled the both girls with a shriek as if she wanted to claw their eyes out.
Harry stared at her wide-eyed with his mouth agape. "Hermione! Hermione! What the bloody hell are you doing?" He dragged her off the two stunned girls.
"How dare you?" Hermione shrieked, trying to untangle herself from Harry. "How dare you?"
"Hermione!" He bellowed, grabbing wrists tightly. "Calm down! What the bloody hell are you up to? You sound like they bloody killed your parents!"
"You…you…harpies!"
Both Luna and Ginny stared at her as if she was absolutely bonkers, which, Harry though grimly, probably was true.
Hermione turned back to Harry, sobbing into his shirt. "Oh, Harry. I thought-" she sniffed. "I though I'd lost you…"
"Hermione, what-"
She sobbed. "I can't…I can't…lose you..."
Harry sighed, his shoulders slumping and he hugged Hermione tightly. "Listen," he muttered to Ginny and Luna, "I'm really sorry about this. She's…just not herself right now."
The both girls stared at him.
"Look, it's a bit hard to explain… Just take my word for it, okay?"
The both girls nodded, too dazed after the attack to do much else.
Harry smiled at them both before returning his attention to Hermione. "Listen, Hermione… You'll never lose me. You're the first girl I ever-"
Hermione stared up at him, her eyes wide with expectation.
"The first girl I ever…" he stammered. "I ever became friends with!" He finally blurted out.
She looked down again. "Oh."
Harry quickly untangled himself from her arms. "Listen. I really have to find Neville now." He dashed off, leaving two mildly amused girls behind him as well as one completely miserable.
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Harry slumped tiredly onto his bed. He'd been running around the castle for hours, looking for Neville, and he still hadn't found him. At least he'd managed to avoid Hermione through it all. "Neville… where the heck are you?" he growled. "If I was Neville, where would I be?" He gripped his head with a frustrated sigh.
He pondered for a while. Okay, he had no idea where Neville was. Harry frowned. Maybe he was approaching this from the wrong direction.
He needed to find Neville. Why? Because they needed to figure out what he'd done wrong. But for them to do that, they needed the original instructions. So, the logical thing to do would be to get his potions book.
Harry climbed out of his bed with a moan before collecting his book from his trunk. He seated himself tiredly at the top of his trunk. Now what? He still had to find Neville…
Then it hit him; the Marauders' map! Harry mentally slapped himself. Why hadn't he thought of that earlier?
He grabbed the map quickly and poked it with his wand. "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good," he muttered. He scanned the map quickly before finally spotting Neville in the library. A place he'd checked twice before.
Harry sighed as he returned the map into the trunk before dashing off. He better get to the library quickly, before Neville got the urge to leave.
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Neville looked up from his stack of books. "Hiya, Harry," he said, happily. "Going to finish that essay of yours?"
"Uh, hi, Nev. Actually no. I have a problem that I think you might be able to help me with…"
Neville stared at him curiously. "Oh?"
Harry sighed wearily as he proceeded to tell him about the last day's horrors.
Neville paled visibly as he listened. "And you think it's because of my potion?"
"Uh, yeah." Harry paused momentarily. "Look, I need you to try to remember what the heck you did…"
Neville nodded slowly. "I'll try."
"Thanks, Nev. That's all I ask," Harry muttered with a small, but weary, smile as he started peering through the long list of ingredients needed to make Veritaserum. "Did you add the knobble worms?"
"Mmm."
"Newt eyes?"
"Yeah."
"Phermones?"
"Uh, yeah…"
Harry paused. "What exactly are pheromones, anyway?"
Neville frowned. "Hold on, I think I read about it in one of my herbology books…" He quickly began flipping through the pages of the book in front of him. "Here." He said suddenly, pointing to a small paragraph.
pheromone
n : a chemical substance secreted externally by some animals
(especially insects) that influences the physiology or
behavior of other animals of the same species
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To be continued…
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