"Harry, you're going to be late for Quidditch practice, AGAIN!", yelled Ron out side of Harry's window on broomstick.The wind was blowing his broom everywhere!
"Hmm, whoa, whaaat?" stuttered Harry as he stretched himself out of bed.
"What do you mean I'm going to... be.... LATE?" he said after looking at his clock.
"Oh crap! Not again! They're going to kill me!"he moaned.
Quickly grabbing his clothes and quidditch robes, he set off for the playing field.The sunshine was brilliantly bright. Halfway there, he remembered his broom was in the Gryffindor common room. Running back, he silently thought about Ginny.
"No," he said to himself. She was off limits. Ron would kill him!
Still, he could not get over her gleaming red hair and bubbly personality. The way she laughed and especially the way she talked when she was around Harry.He always thought they were meant to be together, but he could never get close enough to her without Ron getting angry! Then, he remembered that he was going to the common room for his broomstick. He'd gone all the way to the dining hall.He could already smell lunch being made. It smelled like they were going to be having vegetable soup today. He by passed the dining room and went towards the Gryffindor common room.
Finally getting his broom, he made his way over to the Quidditch field, where Angelina was giving practice drills.
"Why are you so late?" she demanded.
"Oh come off it Angelina. I'm late, big deal. It's not like it's the first time I've been late." Harry said.
"Yes Harry, exactly. It's not the first time you've been late! You're the only one on this team who's not taking Quidditch seriously! "Angelina said exasperatedly.
"Fine,it won't happen again." he said taking flight off of his broomstick. The roar of the wind washed away his anger.
After Quidditch, he had a free period in the Gryffindor common room. Immediately, he saw Ginny working on her homework. She had a strained expression on her face, like she was having trouble. Maybe he should go help her. No, she was off limits! Scoping the room, he saw people going on about their business. Fred and George Weasly making home-made dungbombs. The Quidditch team talking about flight pattern and drills. Then, he saw the one sight that made his blood boil. Ron snogging Hermione! She was as off limits as Ginny! Fine, he thought, if Ron was going to break the off-limits rule, so was he! Going up the stairs to the boys dorms, he was planning revenge in his mind.
In the boys dorms, Harry was siting on his bed doing his three page long potions assignment on dragon eggs, when Hermione walked in. She was so silent that Harry couldn't hear her. When she sat down on his bed, Harry jumped, causing his ink to come dangerously close to tipping over.
"Hermione! What are you doing up here?"Harry asked as he started clearing his bed off.
"Harry, this room is a pigsty! When are you going to clean it up? Honestly!" while as she said that, she recited the spell to instantly clean the room.
"Hermione, WHAT are you doing in the boys room?" Harry drew out every syllable, hinting for her to leave.
"Sorry Harry, I was just looking for Ron." she said quietly. Harry noticed her cheeks were starting to blush.
Harry had a cold tone in his voice when he replied,"Why, so you two can start snogging again?"
"Oh Harry! Let it go! So what if we were snogging! Maybe Ron likes me and maybe I like him. There's no reason for you to go and get mad about it!" she replied, her voice getting higher and higher. Two could play that game.
"So it's my fault that I like Ginny and we can't snogg because of Ron's stupid rules of off-limit girls? Maybe you should ask him about them, because you were one of them! Ron can never keep a promise, and when a promise is broken, a promise is broken!" Harry was basically screaming by the time he finished. Hermione ran out of the room, tears streaming down her face. Harry felt something inside of him break, so he took off after her.
A small crowd had gathered by the time he ran down the Gryffindor staircase. He saw the portrait door close,and he figured that must've been Hermoine. Going out the portrait, he then saw her going out the huge double doors that led to the lake.
He saw her go by the waters edge, then, with a flash of green light, she collapsed.Running towards her, he saw another figure running towards the fallen Hermione. The figure emerged from the shadow, and Harry immediately recognized the figure who had just killed Hermione. It was Draco Malfoy. Harry's legs pumped even faster for the race to get to Hermione first.
Reaching Hermione first, he saw she wasn't breathing. He turned to Draco and put the freezing spell on him. That should hold him to the spot, while Harry can help Hermione.
He did all that he could do, without the use of magic. Harry was so sure there was nothing that could be done. Draco had performed the instant killing spell. Harry had a thought come to his mind. He had read a spell to bring Hermoine back to life in the Prince's Journal! Halfway through performing the spell, Harry was dangerously close to being hit with a jet of green light.
Draco was unfrozen.
