Nash Flash

Harry was having an unusually rough day after going through an emotional breakup with Cho Chang. He was ranting in the Gryffindor common room with Hermione and Ginny as unwilling audience on how life is askew.

Hermione, in her usual feisty and opinionated self, shared her thoughts while Ginny butted in a line or two whenever she could. Then Ron walked in and sensing what the topic was about said nonchalantly, “Cho’s now going out with that Cedric Diggory guy.”

“Okay,” Harry screamed in defeat and frustration. “That’s it. Game over. End of discussion.”

“You just don’t get it, don’t you?” Hermione snapped back.

“Why? What is it there to get? Obviously, I don’t have any chance to get her back,” Harry stomped in disgust.

“That’s the idea. Wait for her,” Hermione then proceeded explaining until Harry absorbed and ingested everything she was saying.

But Harry was just half listening as his thoughts were somewhere else. With just a book (actually, it was the office divider – JP) separating them, their faces inches of each other, and their eyes engaged unblinking, his mind was racing.

While the part of his brain that was listening to Hermione’s sermon was telling itself, She does have a point and I want to cry, the other half was thinking, This scene looks familiar. What if I suddenly lunge forward and kiss her?

However, he returned to his senses and urged to restrain himself before anything rash happened.

Now as Harry contemplates this is in present time, he asks, “What if?”



How’s this for a stab in fiction? I would most likely get comments first from the Lit majors who get to read this.

Now to write more of this so that I could create a novel noble novel.

// posted by Unknown @ 12:00