I Think I Like Him

5. Claimed By Flames

A/n- if you translated the note from the last chapter (like I probably would have done) then you'll know that what it is translated to in this chap is not the same, which is because I couldn't find an exact translation, soooo yea there was no mistake I was just lazy xx

Word count- 1542

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Harry woke earlier than early, the sun bearly peaking over the forbidden forest.
He peered over at his snoring dorm mates. Picking up his Journal, that had had stayed flat on his chest throughout the night, he climbed out of bed. He stood for a moment, in the dark, waiting for his eyes to adjust. Yawning, he stumbled into the bathroom to get ready.

By the time he had done, his dorm mates where only just sitting up.

"Harry? What you doing up, mate?" Said Ron, groggily.

Harry just shrugged, and went down the the common room to wait.

They eventually came down to a very impatient Harry.

"I think this is the first time you've been ready before me" commented Hermione on their way out of the portrait whole.

Harry almost waffled his toast down quicker than Ron, and when Hermione finally finished hers, they headed to the library.

"Are you sure they'll have books on it?" Questioned Harry for the thousandth time. And for the thousandth time, she answered. "Of course they do, Harry. They have everything in here" she said so with a wondrous gleam in her eye, -one the Ron took delight in scoffing at.

They finally found the section of the library labelled, 'Ancient to Modern Languages' "Here we are! Told you, Harry"

Harry looked around. "Which one will translate it?" She skimmed the shelf before picking a few and dragging them off the dust-layered shelves. "These look to be right... but we'll have to check at lunch, classes are starting." She said, casting a wordless levitation spell, making the books float along behind her in single-file.

The day went so, incredibly slow that Harry was sure someone had jinxed the clocks. He breathed his way through Divination, staring into space with a sheet of blank parchment and a dry quill.

Hermione glared at him from across the room. 'Do your work!' She mouthed.

He stared at her for a moment before dipping his quill in ink and doodling around the edges. Hermione, seeing his quill on parchment, looked away, content.

He eventually rolled up his doodles, and dragged himself to transfiguration.

Professor McGonagle watched them come in sternly. "Come on, hurry in, now" everyone sat down and Harry zoned out as the professor began teaching. He pulled out his doodle sheet and yet again, proceeded to cover the paper in meaningless scribbles of ink.

When he ran out of space, he decided to look around for the first time that day.

He saw hermione, listening intently to the professor. Ron, shaking his head as hushed laugher escaped his and seamus's mouths. He looked at everyone in turn until he put his head back on his desk. Just as he put his quill to the parchment, Professor McGonagall slammed her hand on his desk.

"Where is your work for the lesson, Mr Potter?" She said, gesturing to the blank parchment. He was silent for a second before quietly muttering; "I- uh- haven't done it.." 

She shook her head "I'm sorry Mr Potter but since you've failed to follow my simple instruction, I'm going to have to deduct house points" she spoke loudly, looking down condescendingly, "20 points from Gryffindor," She said, walking away.