Hey guys, finally decided to try out a new omake. This follows my last one, so be sure to read that one first. Also, I tried to go through for errors, but family health issues has left me rather stressed right now, and I just couldn't get the will to bother too much. Luckily, I've realized that writing this little story has cheered me up quite a bit, so there is that. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!
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Hermione Granger entered the Gryffindor Common Room with a spring in her step while humming a jaunty tune. She'd made a perfect score on her paper for Potions, leaving her feeling as though the day simply couldn't be any better.
And then she saw Harry Potter.
And then she saw what Harry Potter was doing.
"Harry… I just… Why? Why are you doing this? I get that you can do some rather, uh,
uncommon things thanks to your Gamer ability. I get how that same ability lets you do something as crazy as talk to animals. But what in the world are you doing now?" Hermione, finished with her exasperated rant, just looked at Harry. Though she had asked what he was currently doing, she suddenly realized that she did not actually know if she wanted the answer.
Harry, surprised by both her upbeat entrance and her sudden change in mood, answered. "Oh, hey Hermione. What's got you so happy? And what do you mean what am I doing? I'm just talking to my new friend here. In fact, she'd love to talk with you, since she's pretty interested in knowledge as well. I figure the two of you would get along like leaves on a tree!"
Hermione, happy to make new friends –especially friends interested in learning!-, couldn't help but realize there was a problem.
"Harry, that's a small potted
tree." Maybe if she walked away now, she could simply forget the entire encounter and simply continue on with her pleasant humming and skipping over the thought of a good grade.
"Hey! I'll have you know that she is a potted
Beech Tree, thank you," Harry exclaimed, indignantly. Turning to the tree, he spoke. "Don't worry, she didn't know any better."
Hermione just stood there, frozen over her sudden realization. "No…"
"Huh? 'No' what?"
"
Harry Potter, I can accept the idea that some strange ability lets you talk to animals. Its magic, there's no explaining it. But
this? How can you talk to a
plant of all things? How does that even slightly make sense!?"
Harry looked at her, confused. "Uh, it's just like the other ability. It's magic, how else can I expla-"
Hermione suddenly turned and started stomping to the door in a huff. "You know what? Never mind, I don't even care."
After she left, Harry turned to the small Beech tree. "Huh? Oh, don't feel bad. She's normally not like this. In fact, I bet that in no time at all she'll have turned a new leaf!"
"Ugh, shut up Harry," the aggravated tree replied.