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But I still don't really enjoy school and I'm running out of ideas for this story. So if you have any, please tell me them. Just not major ones cause I already have a major one coming up soon :)
Ok, enough rambling because I'm probably scaring all of you away so...onwards kind sir :D
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'Ugh, what happened last night?' Harry thought groggily as he attempted to open his eyes without hurting himself.
Empahsis on attempted.
His head was pounding and he felt like throwing up but he didn't know if he could even open his mouth because his mouth felt like sandpaper. The Gryffinor prepared himself for the worst when he decided to open his eyes.
"Ow..." He moaned as he tried to shield his eyes from the light. 'It's soooo blinding.' He thought with a groan. He rubbed his eyes and tried to shield his eyes from the light.
"What happened?" He muttered confusedly.
The last thing he remembered was-
Well, he couldn't really remember what exactly happened. He did recall Hermione pulling him to the Hospital Wing so he could get his shoulder fixed. He remembered the relief when Madam Pomfrey relieved him of his pain.
Then Sirius and James popped out of nowhere with a Fred and George Weasley air around them, with wicked grins on their face. They smiled and him and said "Ready to party?"
They had pulled him towards the Gryffindor Tower and when he walked into the common room and a party seemed to pop out of thin air. He recalled Claire walking up to him and giving him a hug before pulling him to the couch so they could talk in private.
Ron and Hermione were laughing and having fun in the corner of the large and comfy room. When Harry last looked over there, he was Ron looking down at Hermione with a look in his eyes that when Harry looked over he felt as though he were intruding upon something intimate.
The look in his eyes held warmth, happiness, and love which were reflecting the exact same in Hermione's brown eyes.
Then Claire pulled him out to the floor to dance. Thats where the memories started to get hazy. Almost as though flashes of the night before reappeared in his mind for a moment before leaving as fast as they came.
As he came back to reality he gathered up his Gryffindor courage and he slowly rised from where ever he was laying down.
When he looked up he realized he was in the sixth-year boys dormitory. But the thing was, that it didn't look like the dormitory at all.
There was sheets thrown around the room, hanging across furniture at odd angles and he could see some feet sticking out of blankets and oddly- a head of hair showing itself from under a bed.
A familiar head of hair.
"Ron?" Harry mutered widly. He staggered out of where he was laying down and he stumbled over to where his bestfriend was currently snoring without a care in the world.
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