Harry's POV
It feels nice just to sit back and relax for once. Something is always on the verge of happening - I've never had time. In fact, now that I did have some to myself, I wasn't quite sure what to do with it, so I suppose I'll recount the day's events in my head.
What with Ron's injury and everything, his family demanded that he come and visit. No one was too happy with this decision, but let him go anyway, figuring it was for the best.
Against my will, I woke up to a very anxious Ron bouncing up and down on my bed, an exited child on Christmas, morning.
"Harry, wont you hurry just this once?" Ron whined.
"What's the rush? Your train doesn't leave until half-past-nine, and we don't need to meet Hermione until a quarter 'til then." I defended. Ron glanced at the clock as I followed his gaze. Bloody hell, I thought. It already said the time was eight-forty-six. "Oh," I apologized, "I understand, my mistake."
My feet quickly scurried out of bed and over to the dresser, waiting for me to choose my outfit for the day.
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Author's note:
I know I don't have any readers yet, and that the book is shit, but I gotta stop writing now, updates will come soon, along with the rest of this chapter.
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HarryxHermione
FanfictionThis story comes after the Prisoner of Azkaban but before the Goblet of Fire. Its a pretty shitty story about Harry and Hermione's romance together. What did these two scoundrels do together while Ron was off doing other things? XD Sorry that i'm a...
