Chapter Thirty-Nine
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Hermione sang loudly as she put the key into the door of her flat. It had been a wonderful date with her stalk- Blaise and she was happy enough to sing, which only happened once in a blue moon. Or ever since Ron said she sounded like Crookshanks did when he stood on his tail. The song she was singing however, she could never resist. It was her song. Or at least that was what Ron or Seamus said when they sang it. Oh dear, the key was stuck. Never mind, she was in a good mood.
“Photograph - I don't need your
Photograph - All I've got is a photograph-”
“I wanna touch you,” someone whispered in her ear, brushing it slightly with their lips.
To say Hermione jumped out of her skin is an understatement. She wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d jumped right through the northern hemisphere and landed amongst a load of Aussies.
“Seamus Finnigan, do that ever again and I will hex you so unpleasantly when I get my wand back that you’ll never be able to walk, have kids or play bass ever again.”
“Oh come on Mione,” Seamus said, grinning as he flipped a strand of corn coloured hair off his face. “You know I love me basss. ‘S not like ‘s never ‘appened ‘for.”
“Seamus why are you lisping?” Hermione asked, finally managing to turn the key in the lock. Seamus grinned at her, revealing a set of green train-track braces. And just when she thought he could get no weirder…
“Like ‘em?” he asked, running his tongue over the top set. “’S where I’ve been. Dentisst said I could sing ‘gain in a couple a weekss.”
“Very nice,” Hermione sighed, yanking her key back out the lock. She really should ask Hannah about getting a new one. “But don’t you have a certain blonde Slytherin to be chasing after?” Seamus opened his mouth and Hermione raised her hand. “And no, I don’t mean Draco. Theo was just at his flat complaining that he didn’t know how to get you into bed.”
Seamus shrugged. “Said I’d meet ‘im ‘ere.”
“What, right outside my flat?” Hermione asked irritably. It had been a long day and she needed to get back to the piece and quiet of her flat. And the bubble bath that had her name on it.
“Yeah,” Seamus replied, shrugging.
“Well good luck with that all. And no, you can’t come in, I need peace, not hyperactive, newly braced Irishmen. Goodbye Seamus.”
She slammed the door in his face, finally rejoicing in the peace that she knew would meet her ears…
“I had legitimate reasons!” Hannah yelled, and Hermione knew from here that she would be bright red, hands flying about. Now this could be bad, depending on who was arguing back…
“That doesn’t mean I have to take your shit for you!” Eloise yelled back, practically screaming. Ah, or it could be worse than bad…
Hermione ran across the hall and shut the door to the spare room, the one she was keeping as her revision and study room. At least in here it would be quiet…
“Hey Mione.” Harry waved from where he was sat at Hermione’s desk, typing quickly on her keyboard.
“Harry?” Mione said wearily, quickly becoming annoyed with the lack of quiet in the flat. “What are you doing here?”
“Hannah let me in earlier,” Harry replied, waving a hand dismissively and going back to his typing. “I had a new idea for an article.”
“Right,” Hermione said, making a mental note to kill Hannah. She was definitely going to go take her bubble bath now. “Right.” She yanked open the door just in time for Eloise to storm out of the lounge and out of the front door, slamming it loudly behind her. “Right.”
She was just about to walk through the bathroom door when Hannah poked her head out the living room door and grinned. “Have a good date with Zabini?” she asked.
Hermione forced a smile on her face. “You really want to know Hannah?” Hannah nodded. “Then let me bathe and don’t piss me off any more than you already have.” Hannah blinked.
Hermione slammed the door.
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Hermione sang loudly as she put the key into the door of her flat. It had been a wonderful date with her stalk- Blaise and she was happy enough to sing, which only happened once in a blue moon. Or ever since Ron said she sounded like Crookshanks did when he stood on his tail. The song she was singing however, she could never resist. It was her song. Or at least that was what Ron or Seamus said when they sang it. Oh dear, the key was stuck. Never mind, she was in a good mood.
“Photograph - I don't need your
Photograph - All I've got is a photograph-”
“I wanna touch you,” someone whispered in her ear, brushing it slightly with their lips.
To say Hermione jumped out of her skin is an understatement. She wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d jumped right through the northern hemisphere and landed amongst a load of Aussies.
“Seamus Finnigan, do that ever again and I will hex you so unpleasantly when I get my wand back that you’ll never be able to walk, have kids or play bass ever again.”
“Oh come on Mione,” Seamus said, grinning as he flipped a strand of corn coloured hair off his face. “You know I love me basss. ‘S not like ‘s never ‘appened ‘for.”
“Seamus why are you lisping?” Hermione asked, finally managing to turn the key in the lock. Seamus grinned at her, revealing a set of green train-track braces. And just when she thought he could get no weirder…
“Like ‘em?” he asked, running his tongue over the top set. “’S where I’ve been. Dentisst said I could sing ‘gain in a couple a weekss.”
“Very nice,” Hermione sighed, yanking her key back out the lock. She really should ask Hannah about getting a new one. “But don’t you have a certain blonde Slytherin to be chasing after?” Seamus opened his mouth and Hermione raised her hand. “And no, I don’t mean Draco. Theo was just at his flat complaining that he didn’t know how to get you into bed.”
Seamus shrugged. “Said I’d meet ‘im ‘ere.”
“What, right outside my flat?” Hermione asked irritably. It had been a long day and she needed to get back to the piece and quiet of her flat. And the bubble bath that had her name on it.
“Yeah,” Seamus replied, shrugging.
“Well good luck with that all. And no, you can’t come in, I need peace, not hyperactive, newly braced Irishmen. Goodbye Seamus.”
She slammed the door in his face, finally rejoicing in the peace that she knew would meet her ears…
“I had legitimate reasons!” Hannah yelled, and Hermione knew from here that she would be bright red, hands flying about. Now this could be bad, depending on who was arguing back…
“That doesn’t mean I have to take your shit for you!” Eloise yelled back, practically screaming. Ah, or it could be worse than bad…
Hermione ran across the hall and shut the door to the spare room, the one she was keeping as her revision and study room. At least in here it would be quiet…
“Hey Mione.” Harry waved from where he was sat at Hermione’s desk, typing quickly on her keyboard.
“Harry?” Mione said wearily, quickly becoming annoyed with the lack of quiet in the flat. “What are you doing here?”
“Hannah let me in earlier,” Harry replied, waving a hand dismissively and going back to his typing. “I had a new idea for an article.”
“Right,” Hermione said, making a mental note to kill Hannah. She was definitely going to go take her bubble bath now. “Right.” She yanked open the door just in time for Eloise to storm out of the lounge and out of the front door, slamming it loudly behind her. “Right.”
She was just about to walk through the bathroom door when Hannah poked her head out the living room door and grinned. “Have a good date with Zabini?” she asked.
Hermione forced a smile on her face. “You really want to know Hannah?” Hannah nodded. “Then let me bathe and don’t piss me off any more than you already have.” Hannah blinked.
Hermione slammed the door.
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