Wherefore Art Thou, Romeo?

Chapter 5 - Hogwarts Word of the Day: Denial

Authors Note:

I think I'm funny. But I'm sure it just my subtle god complex and mental illness.

Anyways enjoy this poorly written chapter with my sad attempt at jokes.

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Chapter 5 – Hogwarts Word of the Day: Denial

Gryffindor Boy Dorm Rooms, Friday, 5:00 am

Audition Day

He was running through what seemed like an endless field of lush tall grass.

The sun was beating down on him as a warm breeze drifted through the air.

The sky was clear and blue. The sound of distant laughter and birds flying by, surrounded his senses.

He could smell the water from the cool pond a few meters away. He threw his shirt off as he continued running. His pants were next and then his shoes. He was in his boxers as he finally came up to the bank of the pond.

The sound of Happy Together by The Turtles seemed to be playing for some odd reason as he took off to go cannonball into the crisp water. Just as his feet left the ground, he smacked into something hard—not something. Someone.

Cheesy right?

The song came to a halting screech as he looked up into the face of....Theodore Nott?

Who would've thought? Bet you didn't see that one coming.

"Theo? I mean, hello there Theodore." He spoke as sultry as he could as he waded in the water, running his fingers through his hair. Theo said nothing. Instead, he leaned down closer towards his face. The closer Theo got, the more his eyes began to shut. Their lips were about to touch, and he felt as if he were going to explode from the anticipation of their kiss.

The touch of his lips on Nott's never came.

His eyes opened and Theo was backing away. His mouth opened, "Harold James Potter!"

Although it was not his voice, it sounded female, it sounded like.... Hermione?

Harry's eyes flew open.

"Harold James Potter. Get up this instance."

"Mione' my full name is not Harold." Sighed Harry as he rubbed his eyes hard trying to wake himself up.

Hermione walked over to his window, opening the blinds and taking a deep breath. He huffed as he sat upon his elbows glaring at her.

"Oh, do cheer up you big baby. Auditions are today." Squealed Hermione as she moved to sit on the edge of his bed.

"You interrupted a rather delightful dream." Said, Harry.

She glanced down towards his legs under his sheets, then back up at him. As she fought back a laugh, she brought her hand up to cover her mouth. "Yeah, Harry, I can see that."

"Bugger off. It is a natural male process that I can not control. My dream has nothing to do with it. I'm sorry if he scares you away, but you're the one that stormed in here, might I remind you." Replied Harry unconvincingly.

"He?"

"Yeah. I even gave him a name. It's Lil 'Haroldino—"

"OH MY GOD PLEASE FEEL FREE TO STOP TALKING."

"Don't tell me you're scared of a pleasurable feature of the male anatomy."

"I'm not scared of a penis Harry. They are just gross looking."