Harry and Hermione Love at First Sight

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It was late on Saturday evening, in the Gryffindor Common room. Ron and Hermione were playing a game of Wizards Chess, while Harry half paid attention. He looked at Hermione, as she furrowed her brow, thinking of her next move, which he thought made her look very cute. He just gazed at her, day dreaming, until he was brought back to reality by a familiar voice.

“OY! HARRY! Have you gone deaf?” Harry blinked and was suddenly aware Hermione was staring at him oddly. Feeling his face burn, Harry turned to whom was speaking to him.

“What is it Seamus?”

“ Hook-nose told me to tell you its time for your detention, and to go down to Filch’s office.”

Seamus shook Harry’s hand and went up the staircase. Harry sighed, and heaved himself out of the chair. He could feel Hermione’s eyes upon him and snuck a glance at her. Her hazel eyes opened wide and quickly turned back to the chess game, her cheeks a deep cherry. Harry grinned to himself, said good bye,( Hermione staring hard at Ron’s knight) and walked out through the door. Harry looked around, before jumping up and letting out a whoop. Just then the Bloody Baron passed through a wall and gave him an icy stare. Harry quickly walked the other way, taking the stairs three at a time.
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Harry arrived at Filch’s door, gave a great sigh of disgust and was about to knock when he heard a sound like a rusty gate, coming from somewhere near his ankles. He looked down and saw the lamplight eyes staring up at him. Harry aimed a kick at Mrs.Norris, just as the door swung open. Filch stood in the doorway, his eyes popping and jowls quivering with rage.

“ Ah hah! First Snape, now me! Who else do you plan on attacking Potter?” Filch advanced on Harry, hands seeking his neck, when Professor Dumbledore showed up. He looked firmly at Filch.

“ Argus, what is going on here?” Dumbledore looked at Harry and winked, his eyes sparkling. “ From what I have heard, Harry is only here to serve the detention he was assigned to.” Dumbledore turned to Harry with a more serious look on his face.
“ Snape informed me of your detention. But I, myself think that leniency should be showed especially in this case. So, thus forth, you will only have to serve one night of detention with Mr.Filch.” Dumbledore looked up at the ceiling, with a great look of content on his face. “ Ah, reminds me of my youth when I was pursuing a young lady by the name Precilla Snow and happened to run into the headmaster at that time.” He continued to stare whimsically at the ceiling, until Harry tapped him on the shoulder.

“ Uh, Professor, Sir?” Dumbledore shook his head, coming back to reality.
“ What? Oh excuse me, I was just thinking of the time me and my pals set off a crate of Dungbombs all over the school.” Chuckling, Dumbledore walked off and disappeared through a secret passage. Filch then growled,
“ Well, enough dawdling, Potter. You have a detention to do, from now until midnight!” Groaning inwardly, Harry reluctantly followed Filch into his eerie office, Mrs. Norris at his heels.

Harry spent the next three hours scrubbing every staircase in Hogwarts all one hundred and forty two of them. Some when he tried to approach them with a bucket of water, screamed and stretched out of his reach. Others had false steps, and many a time, Harry found himself, clinging on for dear life above black nothingness. Finally, at the stroke of midnight, bruised, scraped and very wet, Harry was allowed to trudge up to Gryffindor Tower. He hurried up the first flight of stairs, (sparkling clean) before collapsing on one next to it, that slowly moved, carrying him up to the 6th floor. Rolling off at the top, Harry got to his feet, and started walking down the long corridor. He was almost at the staircase, when something moving in a classroom caught his eye.

Harry walked towards the door, and slowly and quietly opened the door. He saw what was in the empty room and gasped! He backed up in terror, stumbling then bolting up the stairs. Harry didn't stop running until he got to the Fat Lady’s portrait, and gasped out the password, (” Flibber-tigibbet!”) and flew up the stairs to the boys dormitory. Hermione poked her head out of the door as Harry flew past her.

“ Harry! How was detention? What's wrong?” Harry reached the door hurriedly called back,
“ Sorry can’t talk right now, really tired, got to go, night!” And He slammed the door. Ron was lying on his bed and looked up as Harry went and sat on his bed, severely shaken.

“Holy cricket, what's wrong Harry? You look as though you’ve seen a ghost!” Harry turned, shaking his head.
“ Something much worse, I saw Ginny and Malfoy together in the Charms class!”