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flustered!harry
Harry stared at the piece of parchment in his hand. He closed his eyes, shook his head, and blinked several times before looking at it again. The letter ‘A’, scrawled at the top of the page, remained the same. Beside it, in Snape’s uninviting hand, was written ‘Surprisingly well done. Try to make it a habit.’
He let out a whoop and danced his way down the empty corridor to the Great Hall. He couldn’t wait to tell Hermione. It had been her, after all, who had insisted he actually finish this assignment and pass it in on time.
He cha-cha’d his way past an open door and almost ran into someone coming out of it. Recognizing only a female figure, he grabbed her left hand with his right and tangoed across the hall, then spun her around, only to come face to face with the surprised face of Professor McGonagall.
He stopped short, nearly throwing her off balance.
“AH! I uh… professor…” His face flushed bright red and he looked for an escape route.
“Mr Potter, what in the name of Merlin are you doing?”
Harry looked down to see he was still holding her by the hand, and dropped it like a hot bludger. He backed away slowly, stuttering apologies.
“I… uh…” He fished the paper out of his pocket and waved it in front of him like a white flag. “Good mark.” He stammered. “Potions.” He looked around wildly. “Got to go now. Hermione. Tell. Yes.”
He walked calmly away from McGonagall until he reached the next bend in the corridor.
Then he bolted.
Minerva McGonagall chuckled to herself, remembering the thrill of a hard-won essay. She twirled around once, holding her skirt, and waltzed the rest of the way to her office.
flustered!harry
Harry stared at the piece of parchment in his hand. He closed his eyes, shook his head, and blinked several times before looking at it again. The letter ‘A’, scrawled at the top of the page, remained the same. Beside it, in Snape’s uninviting hand, was written ‘Surprisingly well done. Try to make it a habit.’
He let out a whoop and danced his way down the empty corridor to the Great Hall. He couldn’t wait to tell Hermione. It had been her, after all, who had insisted he actually finish this assignment and pass it in on time.
He cha-cha’d his way past an open door and almost ran into someone coming out of it. Recognizing only a female figure, he grabbed her left hand with his right and tangoed across the hall, then spun her around, only to come face to face with the surprised face of Professor McGonagall.
He stopped short, nearly throwing her off balance.
“AH! I uh… professor…” His face flushed bright red and he looked for an escape route.
“Mr Potter, what in the name of Merlin are you doing?”
Harry looked down to see he was still holding her by the hand, and dropped it like a hot bludger. He backed away slowly, stuttering apologies.
“I… uh…” He fished the paper out of his pocket and waved it in front of him like a white flag. “Good mark.” He stammered. “Potions.” He looked around wildly. “Got to go now. Hermione. Tell. Yes.”
He walked calmly away from McGonagall until he reached the next bend in the corridor.
Then he bolted.
Minerva McGonagall chuckled to herself, remembering the thrill of a hard-won essay. She twirled around once, holding her skirt, and waltzed the rest of the way to her office.