diner girl ✿ hp

⤷chapter two

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𝟐𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟖

𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃

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𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑, Harry reached into his pocket for a key. He put the ridged side into the lock, turned the key, and opened the door. Instantly, a burnt smell hit his nose. Ew. He scrunched his nose in disgust and wondered, what the hell happened here??

Stepping inside, he took his shoes off and headed straight for the kitchen. There, he saw Ron standing in the middle of it, a bowl in hand.

"Erm, Hello," Ron stuttered, as he hid the bowl behind him.

"Ron, why does it smell burnt in here?"

"Uhh, so reason. No reason at all..." Ron trailed off.

Harry became suspicious, "What's behind your back, Ron?"

"Nothing!!" Ron quickly responded, looking extremely nervous.

Harry raised one eyebrow as he set the grocery bags down on the table. Then he began walking towards Ron, and Ron started to back up.

"Let me see," Harry demanded as he cornered Ron and snatched the bowl from him. In his hands was a bowl of extremely burnt popcorn.

"Dude," Harry began, "How did you mess up that bad? It's literally completely black."

"I don't know okay, I followed the instructions but it didn't work" Ron pleaded.

Harry rolled his eyes, "I find that hard to believe but alright."

He took the bowl to the trash and threw away the contents, then handed the bowl to Ron to wash. Just as Ron began washing, Hermione came into the room holding perfume.

"I got that perfume you wanted, to put out the smell- oh hey Harry..." Hermione said, quickly trying to change the subject since Ron told her not to tell Harry about the popcorn.

"Hi Hermione, I already know about the popcorn, if you didn't know." Replied Harry.

"Oh okay, good. Ron told me to not tell you because he was too embarrassed," She confessed.

Ron turned his head and looked right at Hermione, "Seriously."

"Anyway," Hermione began, with an eye roll, "Did you eat already Harry? We were just about to make dinner."

"Yeah, I ate. I also got the groceries." Harry answered, "Also, who put toaster strudels on the list?? Was it you, Ron."

"Umm, maybe," Ron quickly said and ran out of the room before Harry and Hermione could get to him.

"I bought them! If you can hear me..." Harry shouted, even though Ron was long gone.

"I'll get started on dinner after we put these groceries away. We're having chicken if you saved room," Hermione told Harry as she walked towards the bags on the table.

"Hmm, I'll see if I'm hungry. Chicken does sound good, but I'm pretty full." Harry replied.

Hermione thought for a second, before asking, "Where did you eat while you were gone? The take-out place?"

"No, actually," Harry began to explain as he grabbed the milk to put away, "I ate at this place called Petes, by the grocery store. They have chips, which I've never heard of. It was good though, they're like fried and seasoned potatoes."

"Oh, those sound interesting. Did they have those at Hogwarts?" Hermione wondered out loud.

Grabbing the eggs, Harry said, "No, they didn't. At least I never saw them. We should go to Pete's sometime together, actually. They have some good food."

"Alright. Soon, maybe." Hermione replied as she folded the grocery bag to be put away. She turned to look in Harry's direction and asked, "Did you want chicken?"

"Nah, I'm good. Thanks though." Harry answered and began walking out of the kitchen and to his bedroom.

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When arriving, he flopped onto the bed, face directly into the pillow. He lay there for a moment before rolling over onto his back, looking up to the ceiling. All he could think about since he left the diner was Jess. Something about her just intrigued him, as in he wanted to know more about her or to talk to her more.

What am I thinking... she's too pretty for me, Harry thought, then groaned and rolled back over.

He lay there for a good 15 minutes, head empty. Harry had no thoughts, nothing to really think about until he thought of something.

He wondered, What if I be bold and go back to the diner to talk to Jess? Surely she wouldn't mind... she seemed to like me? Maybe I'm over-exaggerating?  What am I even saying right now???

Harry decided that he needed to stop thinking about her. After all, Jess was just his waitress at a diner. He reached for the side table, where his current book lay. When he was at a muggle bookstore a few days ago, he found a book titled Holes, which he thought might be interesting. It's about a kid who's sent to a camp and they dig holes all day. Currently 67 pages in, he takes the bookmark out and begins to read. Harry has found reading to be his go-to to pass the time or to clear his head. So far, on the bookshelf he built in his room (more like the bookshelf that magic built), he has only 3 other books in his tiny collection. It's a more recently started hobby.

Harry made it to page 90 before deciding it was time to put the book down. He checked the time on the clock on his side table. 9:46, it read.

"Time to get ready for sleep, I suppose," Harry mumbled to himself as he stood up from the bed and left his bedroom. Walking into the shared bathroom, he looked in the mirror for a second before grabbing his toothbrush and toothpaste. He brushed his teeth using a trick that Hermione taught him. If you sing your ABCs while brushing, you get the right amount of time. Hermione taught him that a couple of months back, and Harry's been using it ever since.

After brushing, he put everything away and walked back to his bedroom to change. He pulled open the top drawer of his dresser and grabbed out a t-shirt and shorts to change into. After changing, Harry threw his daytime clothes into the dirty laundry pile that was accumulating in the corner of the bedroom and un-made the bed. Lastly, he put his glasses on the side table,  got under the covers, and settled in for the night. The time read 10:12. As Harry drifted off to sleep, he imagined a certain brown-haired girl who's been on his mind since dinner.

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author's note

hey :)

I'm not as satisfied with this one as I was with the last... honestly had no idea where this was going lol.