Pennelope and the Prince (Harry Potter Love Story) Book 6

Promises and Plans

I was in the common room, my stomach laying on Harry's lap while I casually swung my feet back and forth, reading Harry different parts of my new Sherlock Holmes book.

I looked back at Harry to see his reaction when I just finished reading the fourth chapter. But Harry wasn't even paying attention, he was too busy watching out for Draco on the Map.

"Harry?" I asked loudly, but he didn't seem to hear me. "I'm pregnant and the child is Ron's." nothing. "I'm in love with Nico di Angelo!" Nada. "I'm breaking up with you." I sighed in annoyance. Harry glanced at me quickly, then looked back at the map.

"Pennelope, I'm sorry, I just need to know what Draco is doing," Harry insisted.

"You're wasting your time," I muttered. "A Quidditch game it coming up and you're too obsessed with a guy who's not doing anything."

He is even getting behind on his homework, I have to stay up extremely late and do it for him. I insist he does it himself because I'm fed up with both him and Ron putting it on me, but I really don't want Harry to fail his classes.

But one thing that did get his mind off Draco was a single kiss from me, also that d-bag McLaggen. He keeps hinting that he will make a better keeper than Ron and that he should be allowed on the team permanently. He also criticises other teammates while providing Harry detailed training schemes.

I rolled my eyes at his lack of socialism and put my book down. When I heard about why Ron had been placed in the hospital wing, I freaked. I wasn't allowed to see him right away because he needed rest having just been poisoned I can understand.

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"Sorry I'm a little late," I cried, rushing into the hospital wing, I paused at the sight of Ron laying there unconscious. "Ronald McDonald," I cooed, rushing forward and wrapping my arms around his figure, I then proceeded to kiss his cheek and all over his face.

"Geez, Pennelope," Fred said. "I never knew you were so intimate with Ron."

"We always assumed you hated the git," George added.

I didn't reply, I just stood beside Hermione who wrapped her arms around me and lightly cried into my shoulder.

"Er-my-nee," Ron croaked, we all fell silent, Hermione turned and looked at Ron. After muttering incomprehensible for a moment he merely started snoring.

Harry walked around the bed and took hold of my sleeve, he tugged softly and gestured for me to follow him, I parted from Hermione and followed Harry out of the hospital wing.

Harry stared over my shoulder, I glanced behind me and watched Hagrid struggle with a pile of books in his arms.

"He's been reading to Aragog," Harry whispered.

"What the actual —" I didn't say the last part, but I did think of it. I shook my head and gestured to the hospital wing. "I don't believe this. Seeing him lying there. . . Who'd want to hurt him?"

"You," Harry reminded, I shot him a cross look. ". . . We don't know."

"I think there's a connection between the attacks," I stopped talking as a trio of students walked by, chatting among themselves.

"How d'you work that out?" Harry asked, stepping closer.

"Well, for one thing, they both ought to have been fatal and weren't, although that was pure luck. And for another, neither the poison nor the necklace seems to have reached the person who was supposed to be killed. Of course . . . That makes the person behind this even more dangerous in a way, because they don't seem to care how many people they finish off before they actually reach their victim."