Forbidden Love: (a Harry Potter love story.)

Chapter 14) Norbet the Norwegian Ridgeback.

So I had almost finished this chapter and I went on to it and IT WAS GONE! SOMETIMES I HATE WATTPAD! GRR!

Turned out Quirrell was a tough nut to crack. He seemed to be getting paler and thinner, but it didn't look like he's said anything he shouldn't have done. Every time we passed the third floor corridor we kept pressing our ears to the door to see if Fluffy was still growling inside, and Snape was still snooping about in his usual temper, which had to count for something.

Unfortunately, Hermione had more to her mind than the stone. She had started drawing up revision timetables and colour coding notes, which would be okay if she wasn't constantly nagging me to the same.

"Hermione, exams are ages away." Ron whined.
"Ten weeks! That's not ages! I don't know what's gotten into me, I should have started revising sooner! Ten weeks! That's like a second to Nicolas Flamel!"
"But we're not 600 hundred years old." I muttered sleepily.

It was a cold night in the Gryffindor common room, and the fire was blazing in the pit. Hermione was sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by books and pieces of parchment. Ron was lounging around on the couch behind her, eating a chocolate frog. I was lying down on the sofa, my head in Harry's lap, whilst he ran his fingers through my hair. Don't judge. It's really comfy.

Unfortunately for us, the teachers seemed to be thinking along the same lines as Hermione. I swear, I have enough homework essays to fill the Grand Canyon plus three other medium sized canyons! If they have those.

We spent most of our time in the library, noses buried in books, researching about random stuff that we'll probably never use again except for in our exams. Kind of defeats the purpose of learning them in the first place, but oh well.

I didn't look up from my book when Ron started complaining until Harry asked "Hagrid! What are you doing in the library?"

Hagrid shuffled into view, looking very suspicious indeed, and hiding something behind his back. He, Ron, and Harry struck up a conversation, which I ignored, too busy trying to see what he was hiding. Hermione still hadn't looked up from her book.

When Hagrid finally shuffled off, I got to my feet, walking over to the section he had came out of. Let's see... aha! Dragons! Wait... dragons? What's he want with a dragon? The books on there were labelled 2, 3, and 4, and my sneaking suspicion was that Hagrid had the first book.

Dragon Species Of Great Britain and Ireland; From egg to inferno; A Dragon keeper's guide. He's up to something. I picked up all the books and walked back over to the table, where Harry and Ron were watching me curiously. I slammed the books down on the table, tossing one to Harry and one to Ron.

"Hagrid's always wanted a dragon. He told me so the first time I ever met him." Harry shrugged, turning one of the books over. "But it's against our laws. Dragon breeding was outlawed by the Warlock's Convention Of 1709. Everyone knows that. It's hard to stop Muggles from noticing us if we're keeping them in the back garden." Ron said.

When we knocked on the door of the gamekeepers hut that night, all the curtains were closed. Hagrid was really unsure about letting us in as well, which really wasn't like him. I pulled my wand out of my boot, just in case.

It was stiflingly hot inside, and I almost passed out as soon as I got in. It was like stepping into an oven. I shrugged off my coat and Gryffindor scarf, hanging them on the back of my chair. "So, yeh wanted to ask me somethin'?"

"Yep. We were wondering if you could tell us what's guarding the stone apart from Fluffy." Harry said, not bothering to sugarcoat.

"O' course I can't! Number one, I don' know meself. Number two, yeh know too much already, so I wouldn' tell yeh if I could. That stone's here fer a good reason. It was almost stolen outta Gringotts - I s'ppose yeh've worked that out an' all? Beats me how yeh even know abou' Fluffy." Hagrid huffed.