hello again ! i'm not gonna babble this time, so here's chapter eight. (:
*kisses*
lil_irish_girl
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Previously;
"Eleven countries she's banned in?" Harry murmured, putting his head on the back of the couch. "Oh, Mione's in for it."
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JPH: Please tell me who you are?
GHJ: You'll meet me soon enough.
JPH: Soon enough isn't soon enough. I'm driving myself insane. I have to know who you are.
GHJ: I'm working on it. I've got a plan- we'll meet soon.
JPH: Are you sure?
GHJ: Yes, I'm sure! Now, it's well past two in the morning. Please get some sleep?
JPH: Fine. Work on your plan, though. I have to meet you, and know who you are.
GHJ: 'Night, Harry.
JPH: Goodnight. Sweet dreams.
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"Mione!" Harry shouted up the girls' staircase. "Come down here! Quick!"
Hurriedly, the door was opened and there emerged Hermione; still in her pajamas, hair as messy as ever, and her eyes squinty due to lack of sleep.
"What?" she muttered, running a hand through her hair.
She looks pretty even when she's tired, Harry thought. Wait a minute, this is your best friend. Stop that.
"You're late," Harry stated, looking at her. "Class started ten minutes ago."
"You're so funny, Harry," Hermione said dryly, glaring at him. "I set my alarm, it would have gone off," as she spoke, she glanced at her wristwatch: 10:10 am.
"Oh, my God!" Hermione said, all fatigue gone. "I'm late!"
Rushing back into her dorm room, Hermione hurriedly grabbed clothes and, still putting them on, rushed out her door, book bag slung over her shoulder.
"Ooh, Vector is gonna kill me," she muttered, pulling her hair up into a ponytail. She was at the portrait hole when Harry spoke.
"And Hermione?" he said, looking up from his book.
"What?" Hermione asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
"It's Saturday."
Hermione froze in her tracks. Looking at her watch again, she noticed SAT in the corner of the screen.
"Harry!" she yelled. "Why on earth did you do that?"
"'Eleven countries she's banned in,'" Harry muttered, looking at her.
"This… this was just payback for my messing with you yesterday?" Hermione asked, raising her eyebrow.
"Pretty much," Harry said, but he was unable to say anything else because Hermione dropped her book bag and tackled him, bringing him to the floor.
"Harry-James-Potter-I-can't-believe-you'd-be-so-stupid," she muttered, gently hitting his chest as she straddled his middle. Harry couldn't help it- he started laughing.
"What? Why are you-?" Hermione asked, confused. But watching him laugh was contagious, and pretty soon she was laughing as well, falling on top of him.
"You have to admit that was funny," he said softly, brushing some of her hair out of his face.
"Only somewhat," Hermione said, listening to his voice rumble in his chest. "You know how much I hate being late to class."
"And you know how scared I get when someone tells me that the girl I'm in love with has been banned in eleven countries," Harry said.
"I didn't know that," Hermione said innocently, raising her head to look at him.
"Well now you do," said Harry. "So don't ever do that again."
"I won't if you won't," Hermione said.
"Deal," Harry said, smiling. "Now, if you'd like to get off me…?"
"Oh!" Hermione said, blushing slightly as she got off him. "Sorry."
"No problem," Harry said, taking her hand as she helped him up. "Sorry about scaring you like that."
Hermione didn't answer at first; she was thinking, her mind wandering aimlessly as it often did. But this time was different- her mind was moving at speeds she couldn't comprehend. Suddenly, an idea struck her like a ton of bricks.
"Brilliant!" she exclaimed out loud, much to the confusion of the boy who had just apologized to her. "Oh!" she said in realization. "I'm sorry, I was just thinking about something else. Excuse me, will you? I have to go find Ginny," without waiting for a response, she rushed out of the portrait hole.
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"Hermione… take a deep breath and tell me what you're so excited about."
Hermione found Ginny sitting on the grass out by the lake. Grabbing her by the shoulders and hoisting her to her feet, Hermione had begun babbling about God knows what. Nodding her head, Hermione took a few deep breaths and tried again.
"He knows my voice," she said excitedly.
"Who knows your voice?" Ginny asked.
"Him," said Hermione.
"Who's him?" asked Ginny.
"Him!"
"Him who?"
"Harry," Hermione whispered, her eyes wide.
"Well duh, Harry knows your voice," Ginny said as if speaking to a five year old. "He's been your best friend for what, seven years?"
"Not my speaking voice!" Hermione said quickly. "Everyone knows my speaking voice. Harry knows my singing voice."
"What?" Ginny asked.
"Harry could recognize my singing voice the second he heard it!"
"You see this?" Ginny said, pointing to her face. "This is my confused face. I don't like my confused face. Fix it."
Sighing and rolling her eyes, Hermione leaned in and began whispering in her friend's ear. Once she was finished explaining, Hermione moved away, looking into Ginny's eyes.
"You're insane," Ginny said, laughing slightly.
"We all do crazy things when we're in love," Hermione said helplessly, giving Ginny puppy dog eyes. "Will you do it for me?"
"Fine," Ginny conceded. "But only 'cause I love you."
"I love you bigger," Hermione said happily, hugging Ginny. "Just make sure it happens soon, okay? I don't think I can take it much longer."
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"What's this load of rubbish?" Ron asked, stopping in the middle of the hallway to look at a giant poster that had been plastered to the wall;
HAVE VOICE: WILL SING ?
HOGWARTS IS HAVING A KARAOKE NIGHT !
THIS SATURDAY NIGHT
FROM: 7 PM TO ?
"It's not rubbish," Lauren said, squeezing his hand lightly. "I think it's a fantastic idea."
"Yeah, well no way in hell am I singing in front of everyone," Ron said indignantly.
"You don't have to," said Lauren. "But I am making you go and listen to me."
"You don't have to force me to go and listen to my girlfriend sing," said Ron. "I'll go willingly."
"Good," Lauren said, standing on tiptoe to kiss him softly. "Now let's go get breakfast; I'm hungry."
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JPH: Have you seen all the posters around Hogwarts lately?
GHJ: Yeah, a karaoke night. If I tell you something, do you promise to keep it a secret?
JPH: Sure; what is it?
GHJ: It was my idea.
JPH: Yours? That's a fantastic idea!
GHJ: Thanks. I figured it's the perfect way for you to find out who I am.
JPH: What do you mean?
GHJ: You know my singing voice, don't you?
JPH: Yeah. I could recognize it in a second.
GHJ: Exactly. When I start singing; you'll know who I am.
JPH: Just like that?
GHJ: Just like that.
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"What song to sing?" Hermione murmured to herself, lying on her bed, thinking about what she could possibly sing for karaoke night.
"This is so unorganized of me," she reprimanded herself. "Karaoke night is tomorrow night, and I have nothing planned."
Sighing, she opened her nightstand drawer and took out her Muggle iPod; her parents had bought it for her the previous Christmas. Turning it on, she switched it to "shuffle," listening to every song she hit. Once the first few bars of a song started playing, Hermione sat up.
"This is the one," she said. "This song is perfect."
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