Make You Realise... Romione

Chapter 17

There's a lot of changing PoV's and switching between 1st person and 3rd person in this chapter. I have written what PoV and what person each bit is written in clearly in bold and underlined.

In the end, Ron took Harry to the Hospital Wing while Hermione was left to deal with Snape on her own. Much to her annoyance, Lavender sat on the desk in front of her.

Hermione irritably took out her quill and parchment and scowled at the writing that Snape made appear on the blackboard.

The Slytherins kept looking over at Hermione and laughing at her when the professors back was turned. Not that it mattered. He wouldn't care even if they did it right under his abnormally long nose.

Ron's PoV:
"Oh, and someone take Potter to the Hospital Wing." Said Snape over his shoulder.

I watched as the class filled into the classroom, the Gryffindors looking at us sympathetically. I looked around but Hermione had already gone in. I looked to Lavender, who was at my side. "I'll take him, you go in." I told her. She nodded her head.

"Well done Won Won, you were so brave!" She exclaimed before bouncing into the classroom after Pavarti. Strange really, how Pavarti doesn't talk to us when we're together. I shook the thoughts out of my head as I turned to Harry.

"Come on, mate. Let's get you cleaned up." I had to fight back a grin as I saw the look on Harry's face. That ferret had really done a good job with that spell.

We made out way through the castle, talking our time. We weren't in a hurry to get back to potions.

"I don't need the Hospital Wing." Said Harry suddenly. "My nose is fixed, I just to need to clean myself up."

We went into the nearest toilet, which unfortunately was Moaning Myrtles bathroom. The door had a sign over it that said "Do Not Enter, Flooded". We stepped carefully over the puddle of water and stepped inside.

Fred and George (3rd Person):
Fred and George had just come out of Professor McGonagalls office, just after the bell had gone.

"Not too bad." Said Fred.

"Could have gone much worse." Agreed George.

The twins had escaped with a small detention at morning break but they had to hand in the essays by the end of the day, or else they would face "a more severe punishment".

"I'm glad that-" started Fred, but he was cut of by George waving his hands through the air to shut him up.

Meow.

Fred froze. He stepped forward and peeked around the corner and made eye contact with another pair of eyes. Bright, orange, lamp-like eyes. Mrs Norris.

"Filtch." He mouthed to George, who instantly understood. The two twins crept in the opposite direction, away from the scruffy cat and its filthy owner- who was never far behind.

"Who's there, my sweet?" Asked a voice from behind them. It was Filch talking to Mrs Norris.

The twins looked at one another in alarm. They wouldn't be able to hide in time. All the broom cupboards and classrooms were locked and the boys toilet was all the way at the other end of the corridor. To get there in time they would have to run and that would make a lot of noise- giving away their position.