**Drifena's fanfic**
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
Drifena’s Interpretation
Chapter 1
"No, no, no! Your doing it all wrong!" yelled Hermione as she pushed Harry out of the way. She fiddled with his bedroom sheets a little and declared, "There! That’s how you properly make your bed!"
"Gee Hermione, you're too kind.", muttered Harry.
"Now hurry up!", she snapped, "Were going to be late for class!" Hermione pushed herself through Ron and Harry as she stormed out of the room with Harry and the sleepy Ron following her to class.
As they walked through the corridor, they saw the first year, Ginger, running after Oliver Wood, "Please come back! WON’T YOU GIVE MY LOVE A CHANCE!?"
Ron said, "There’s something wrong with those lower classmen."
"You shouldn’t be talking Ron", said Hermione, "We're only one step above them. And that’s not much."
"But still, you never saw us acting like that!"
"Are you calling me a selfish bitch!?" she screamed and quickly turned around and ran away in the opposite direction. Harry and Ron stopped in the middle of the hall way. They looked at each other blankly, shrugged, and continued walking to class.
When they got to their class, Hermione was already there sitting in her proper seat with all her books and parchment out, writing furiously. Ron and Harry sat besides her.
Professor Snape was sitting at Professor McGonagall’s desk writing. He looked up and saw Harry. He quickly gathered his rolls of parchment and flung himself and parchment in front of Harry so that the only space was taken up by the desk.
With his greasy hair, and cold dark eyes in Harry’s face, Snape spat, "How many times have I told you Potter? Are you stupid or deaf? Or possibly just a complete, and utter moron?"
Harry moved back from the stench of Snape’s breath and blankly said, "I dunno what your talking about Professor."
Snape slammed his hand down on the desk in anger, "You know very well what I’m talking about Potter! You know better than to be late for class! Especially one so important as Potions."
"But Professor, half the class isn’t even here yet. This isn’t even your class."
Snape stood in awe. HE WUZ DISSED BIG TIME DAWG!!! He quietly backed out of Harry’s face and caught Ron’s eyes staring at him. Ron quickly looked nervously down at his desk.
Professor Snape stood upright and gracefully moved around to the other side of the desk. He gently leaned down to whisper in Ron’s ear, "As for you Mr.Weasley, I would like to see you in my office after class tomorrow." He smelt Ron’s hair and leaned on him to pick up his parchment. Then he stroke Ron’s shoulder with a single index finger and left.
"Er… Ron.", Hermione said quietly, "I think Snape might have a thing for you."
Ron turned purple in the face and set he his head down on the desk.
Transfiguration was boring, like most classes are in school. Four classes, lunch, dinner, all that good stuff…
Later that night Harry had Quidditch practice. As he made his way onto the quidditch pitch, Harry saw Ginger clinging to Wood’s arm while she stroked her head against his elbow. Wood stood there in disgust while he waited for the rest of the quidditch team to show up.
It was another ten minutes of hell for Wood to suffer through, "Alright! Everyone is here! Sorry, er… Ginger. You have to leave now."
Ginger sweetly said, "No Oliver! I finally have you! I’m not letting go!"
"But, I have to run the quidditch practice."
"Nope!"
"Please Ginger!"
"Nope!"
"Pretty please?"
"But I love you! And I don’t want to leave you… EVER!"
"If you truly loved me, you’d let me practice. Quidditch is my life. Without it I’m nothing. As long as you restrain me from it, I suffer. You don’t want me to suffer do you?"
"No of course not! HOW SELFISH OF ME!" sobbed Ginger. She let go of his arm and cried in her hands as she ran off the Quidditch pitch.
"Wow Wood! Your popularity is growing!" laughed Fred Weasley.
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