A Kiss
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the characters or the setting, which belong to the truly wonderful J.K. Rowling. I do, however own the plot, which I'm sure has been done before, anyway.
A/N: Okay, now this is intended to be a one shot, but I think that I could maybe (and this is a big maybe) come up with some more if I get some good reviews. I am open to any suggestions you may have for more of the stoy, and anything you feel I could improve on. Please be nice though folks. This is meant to be a fifth-year AU at this point.
Hermione sped down the empty corridor, praying she wasn't about to get caught. The halls were filled with beautiful Christmas decorations, and all of the school was aching for the vacation to start. Christmas, however, was the last thing on Hermione Granger's mind. Her mind was centered on far different things than the beautiful festivities, she was more concerned about the DA, and Harry...
The DA was the reason she was in the hall at this moment in the first place, she had left her lesson plans in the room of requirement, which she knew would not be a good thing if they were discovered. Damn that Umbridge!, she thought as she ducked around a corner to avoid being caught by one of the professor's many minions roaming the school. This was all her fault. Hermione had not had high hopes for this year to begin with, but this was a far cry from what even she had imagined. She had hoped that this year would be the year. The year when she finally got a chance to tell Harry that... No, it would not happen this year.
Harry seemed just as obsessed with that Chang girl as he had last year. Hermione did not like Cho Chang, the girl was annoying, and Hermione felt that there was no reason to trust her. But Harry obviously trusted her, and at this point, that was all that mattered. Hermione turned to the final corridor, and tried to remember where exactly she had left that file with the lesson plans. Maybe, with any amount of luck, Harry would still be there. She distincly remembered there being mistletoe in that classroom. She allowed herself a small giggle at that. Dispite the somewhat obsessive attentions of Ron, Hermione had realized long ago that her feelings toward him were those of a friend, no more than that. But Harry was diiferent, she knew that. She had known that for almost a year, and it had driven her crazy.
She stopped in front of the classroom, preparing to enter the room. Please be there, she thought, please. The logical part of the girl's brain refused to let her think of him, standing ther, under the mistletoe. She took a deep breath and opened the door, quietly.
He was there, and he was even under the mistletoe. But there was someone else there also, kissing him. Cho Chang was kissing Harry, her Harry. Hermione was thinking through all of this with a sort of detached curiosity, until it sunk in. Then she did the only logical thing she was capable of at that moment: she ran. She sped down the hall at an alarming rate, and had she been herself at that moment, she would have frightened herself with the depth of emotion she felt. Pain, anger, sadness, revulsion, all at once. And worst of all, she felt betrayed, even though she knew that there was no way he could know how she felt. Hermione knew just how well she had hidden her emotions, because for a long time she had hidden them from herself even.
Hermione skidded to a halt in front of the Fat Lady, and mumbled the password, pausing just long enough to answer the woman's question:she was fine, of course she was fine, she had absolutely no reason to be otherwise. She threw herself through the common room, and up the stairs to her dormatory. She stopped briefly to check that she was alone, the last thing she wanted was her giggling roomates interrogating her now. She locked the door, and flopped down on her bed, hugging her pillow to her. The tears that had stopped at the front entrance to the tower started again, and she cried softly. It was times like this when Hermione regretted Hogwarts, and being away from her family. Her mother would know exactly how to deal with this, a cup of tea, maybe a large tub of ice cream, and the assurance that everything would turn out like it should. Hermione thought quickly of writing to her mother, but then remembered that they were gone for christmas, and she had no owl. Normally she would have borrowed Hedwig, but facing Harry to ask him if she could use his owl was too much to even think of right now. Hermione stood up, temporarly out of tears, and walked to the window. It had begun to snow, and Hermione had the sudden urge to read. Not that that was anything new, she read all the time. But maybe it would help now, since reading had allways seemed to bring her some level of comfort she had never been able to find anywhere else. Her book that she was reading was currently in the common room right now though, and she had no desire to go down and get it. But since she had thought of it, reading seemed the only thing she wanted to do right now, short of hexing Cho into oblivion. So, resigned to facing the crowd downstairs, Hermione headed down, pausing to check her appearance in the mirror.
The common room was a noisy jumble of people studying, if it was possible to study in such conditions. She walked over to the couch in front of the fire, where she had left her book before the meeting. Only then, as she picked her book up off the table, did she realize who was sitting behind her. Harry and Ron sat on the couch, totally unaware that she was there. Harry looked distressed, and slightly unhappy about something. She caught a bit of it, before going back upstairs, "...we kissed...". He did not look happy.
As she entered her room, a thought popped into her head, maybe, just maybe, she still had a chance.
Okay, please let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the characters or the setting, which belong to the truly wonderful J.K. Rowling. I do, however own the plot, which I'm sure has been done before, anyway.
A/N: Okay, now this is intended to be a one shot, but I think that I could maybe (and this is a big maybe) come up with some more if I get some good reviews. I am open to any suggestions you may have for more of the stoy, and anything you feel I could improve on. Please be nice though folks. This is meant to be a fifth-year AU at this point.
Hermione sped down the empty corridor, praying she wasn't about to get caught. The halls were filled with beautiful Christmas decorations, and all of the school was aching for the vacation to start. Christmas, however, was the last thing on Hermione Granger's mind. Her mind was centered on far different things than the beautiful festivities, she was more concerned about the DA, and Harry...
The DA was the reason she was in the hall at this moment in the first place, she had left her lesson plans in the room of requirement, which she knew would not be a good thing if they were discovered. Damn that Umbridge!, she thought as she ducked around a corner to avoid being caught by one of the professor's many minions roaming the school. This was all her fault. Hermione had not had high hopes for this year to begin with, but this was a far cry from what even she had imagined. She had hoped that this year would be the year. The year when she finally got a chance to tell Harry that... No, it would not happen this year.
Harry seemed just as obsessed with that Chang girl as he had last year. Hermione did not like Cho Chang, the girl was annoying, and Hermione felt that there was no reason to trust her. But Harry obviously trusted her, and at this point, that was all that mattered. Hermione turned to the final corridor, and tried to remember where exactly she had left that file with the lesson plans. Maybe, with any amount of luck, Harry would still be there. She distincly remembered there being mistletoe in that classroom. She allowed herself a small giggle at that. Dispite the somewhat obsessive attentions of Ron, Hermione had realized long ago that her feelings toward him were those of a friend, no more than that. But Harry was diiferent, she knew that. She had known that for almost a year, and it had driven her crazy.
She stopped in front of the classroom, preparing to enter the room. Please be there, she thought, please. The logical part of the girl's brain refused to let her think of him, standing ther, under the mistletoe. She took a deep breath and opened the door, quietly.
He was there, and he was even under the mistletoe. But there was someone else there also, kissing him. Cho Chang was kissing Harry, her Harry. Hermione was thinking through all of this with a sort of detached curiosity, until it sunk in. Then she did the only logical thing she was capable of at that moment: she ran. She sped down the hall at an alarming rate, and had she been herself at that moment, she would have frightened herself with the depth of emotion she felt. Pain, anger, sadness, revulsion, all at once. And worst of all, she felt betrayed, even though she knew that there was no way he could know how she felt. Hermione knew just how well she had hidden her emotions, because for a long time she had hidden them from herself even.
Hermione skidded to a halt in front of the Fat Lady, and mumbled the password, pausing just long enough to answer the woman's question:she was fine, of course she was fine, she had absolutely no reason to be otherwise. She threw herself through the common room, and up the stairs to her dormatory. She stopped briefly to check that she was alone, the last thing she wanted was her giggling roomates interrogating her now. She locked the door, and flopped down on her bed, hugging her pillow to her. The tears that had stopped at the front entrance to the tower started again, and she cried softly. It was times like this when Hermione regretted Hogwarts, and being away from her family. Her mother would know exactly how to deal with this, a cup of tea, maybe a large tub of ice cream, and the assurance that everything would turn out like it should. Hermione thought quickly of writing to her mother, but then remembered that they were gone for christmas, and she had no owl. Normally she would have borrowed Hedwig, but facing Harry to ask him if she could use his owl was too much to even think of right now. Hermione stood up, temporarly out of tears, and walked to the window. It had begun to snow, and Hermione had the sudden urge to read. Not that that was anything new, she read all the time. But maybe it would help now, since reading had allways seemed to bring her some level of comfort she had never been able to find anywhere else. Her book that she was reading was currently in the common room right now though, and she had no desire to go down and get it. But since she had thought of it, reading seemed the only thing she wanted to do right now, short of hexing Cho into oblivion. So, resigned to facing the crowd downstairs, Hermione headed down, pausing to check her appearance in the mirror.
The common room was a noisy jumble of people studying, if it was possible to study in such conditions. She walked over to the couch in front of the fire, where she had left her book before the meeting. Only then, as she picked her book up off the table, did she realize who was sitting behind her. Harry and Ron sat on the couch, totally unaware that she was there. Harry looked distressed, and slightly unhappy about something. She caught a bit of it, before going back upstairs, "...we kissed...". He did not look happy.
As she entered her room, a thought popped into her head, maybe, just maybe, she still had a chance.
Okay, please let me know what you think!