Mystery at Hogwarts, Hermione p1
A/n: Yeah, Ok, I've been ages putting up another fic, not that you guys would have noticed, but I hope this is gonna be a good one. Basically, it's a make it up as you go along jobby, so I apologise for everything wrong in advance!!!!!
"Hermione?" Harry began. It was 3am, and she was still sat in Gryffindor common room, alone before he had appeared, apart from piles of books, parchment and quills.
"Mmm…" she replied, not looking up.
"Hermione, we have exams tomorrow, or, looking at the time, today , so why are you still up? Get some sleep!"
"I will. Later."
"Herm?" he continued, closer this time.
"What!" Looking up, she saw his face, almost touching hers. Those eyes…
"Harry?" she whispered, before dissolving into his kiss. Then it hit her, and she pulled away.
"No, Harry! You're with Cho, and what about Viktor?"
"Stuff them, it's you I want." And he kissed her again.
"No means no Harry. What do you think you're doing?"
"What I've wanted to do for the past four years." He leaned in to kiss her yet again, but she backed away and pushed him. Grabbing her essay, Hermione walked towards the staircase leading to her dormitory.
"Hermione, playing hard to get won't work. I know you want me as much as I want you."
"Harry, leave it. I love Viktor, not you. You're really scaring me. Please, go back to bed." Her voice shook, and her eyes were showing her fear. A tear fell down her cheek.
"Don't cry my darling! I can make you so happy!" Harry said, wiping her tears away, letting one hand rest gently on her hip.
"Don't touch me." she said shakily, moving his hand, which automatically enclosed around her own. His grip was strong, and she struggled to break free.
"I wouldn't make a sound if I were you." he threatened, stroking her face. She froze with fear as he unbuttoned her pyjama top…
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"Hermione! Wake up!" Ginny called, as she shook her friend's sleeping form.
'It was all a dream!' Hermione realised with delight, before opening her eyes. But what she saw filled her with fear and dread. It was the ceiling of the common room. Her essay was on the floor slightly to her right, and her face and hair were damp from her tears.
"Are you OK?" Ginny asked, evidently worried at her friend's expression. Hermione sat up.
"I need a shower." she declared, her face white. The empty common room was worrying her.
"It's 6am Hermione! I think you need to go back upstairs…"
"I'm going for a shower." she replied stubbornly, and left the room, leaving Ginny staring at the empty space she had occupied.
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"Ron, there's something wrong with Hermione." Ginny hissed over breakfast.
"What kind of wrong?" he asked, stuffing a sausage in his mouth.
"She's been acting really weird. She's really quiet."
"What do you want me to do about it? It'll be girl stuff. You're the girl!" he replied, helping himself to another fried egg. Ginny rolled her eyes.
"It's always 'girl stuff' according to you. Don't you even care?"
"Have you ever thought you might be imagining it?"
"Do you see her now?"
"Nope."
"She's having her third shower this morning."
"You're overreacting. Maybe she just has really smelly feet?"
"Oh for god's sake…" Ginny mumbled, as she walked out of the Great Hall.
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"As usual, the quills have been made with an Anti-cheating charm, so I wouldn't risk it if you know what's good for you. Now, who are we missing?"
"Malfoy's still in the hospital wing after the Quidditch match, professor." said Pansy Parkinson.
"Ah, yes. And the other?"
"Hermione Granger, professor."
"Thank you Longbottom. Why is Miss Granger not present today?"
"Oh, umm, Ginny said she was feeling a bit iffy, professor. I think she's in bed." Ron said.
"I hope she's OK." hissed Harry. "I wonder what's wrong?"
"Potter, no talking now. And tell Miss Granger to get herself to the hospital wing when you next see her. If she's ill enough to miss my exam, she can get herself sorted out!"
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"What the hell happened?" Hermione thought, for the millionth time that day. Her memory was fuzzy, as if she had been drunk. She didn't want to recall the facts. The water helped to clear her head, but one thing kept going round her mind, 'Did Harry rape me?' It was all so unclear. All she knew was she didn't want the events of last night to be repeated. But how to avoid the situation? She'd already decided to keep it to herself. It would be too much hassle to bring it up. And she was scared…
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"Herm, you've got another love letter!" called Parvati as she brushed her hair by the window, which had a small owl sat on the ledge. Lavender let it in.
The handwriting was familiar, but not what Hermione wanted. She tore open the envelope, to read:
My dearest Hermione,
I am missing you grately. Pleese come over and visit again the next hollydays.
I am playing for Vratsa Vultures, the best teem in the leeg, and am errning meny Galleons.
Maybe I will come see you!
Love always
Viktor
xxx
As she read, Parvati and Lavender whined about the exams they'd had, and complained that Hermione had missed them.
"Hermione?" Parvati called. She'd put the letter down, and suddenly burst into tears.
"He didn't finish you did he?" Lavender asked, but she had gone from the room.
Silently, they picked the letter up, and read it. Confused, as it seemed normal, they got back to their hair and makeup.
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Ginny lay in bed, her eyes closed, but not asleep. How could she be? There was something really wrong, and she thought she knew what it was. It wasn't like Hermione though. And after talking to Parvati and Lavender, she was almost certain that it was true. But she had to confront her. Or talk to Harry. Any excuse! It was so obvious that Ginny wanted Harry, but how could she, it wasn't like he was available, worse luck! Anyway, Hermione… What could she do about it? Hermione was in trouble though, and it felt her duty to help her out, whatever that meant. And she would help her keep it quiet, if that was what she wanted, which was the impression she got, after not telling anyone so far. What a scandal!
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It was a hot night, but yet Hermione was still wrapped in her thick pyjamas, and dressing gown, and sat on the end of the bed with her legs up by her chest. She used to sit like that when she was in trouble at home, and scared of what her Mum was going to do. Now she was just scared, and she wasn't sure what of. The drapes around her bed were still open, to make sure the others could protect her, but they were asleep, as it had already gone 1am.
She heard footsteps coming up their stairs, and froze. What if it was Harry? They were coming closer. Tap, tap, tap, tap. Hermione got up, and walked to the opposite end of the room to the door. Still they came closer, but it was evident that the person making the noise was trying not to. The footsteps slowed as they approached the door, then stopped. Hermione's heart pounded in the silence, and after a few seconds it was apparent that she had imagined it, so she walked towards her bed, still shaking, but calming down slightly. Creak. The door began to open, carefully, so as not to wake anyone. She shot up, and suppressed a scream, before grabbing her wand.
"Lumos!" she whispered, and the thin beam of light reflected from a pair of green eyes. But they weren't Harry's.
"Ginny?" she tried to speak, but it came out in a hoarse whisper.
"Yes? Oh, Herm, I'm so worried about you!" she answered to Hermione's questioning stare.
With that Hermione broke down in tears, loud sobs making the sleeping occupants of the room stir, but yet she carried on. Ginny crossed the room, and put her arm round her friend, still not entirely sure what was wrong. Still she cried, her shoulders shaking, and her face buried in Ginny's hair.
"What is wrong Hermione? Look, if it's this bad you need to tell someone!"
"I can't." she said between sniffs. "I just can't."
"You can if you let yourself! "What is it holding you back! No problem is going to solve itself if you won't let it!"
Hermione giggled, and Ginny was surprised by her sudden mood change.
"What?" she asked, worried even more.
"Are you going to be a psychologist?" she asked.
"No, I don't even know what it means!"
"Well you should be, you sound just like one!" but then her face fell as she realised what was really happening. "I can't tell you." she whispered.
"I'm a girl too Hermione. I know we've never talked about anything like this before, but I really think you should give me a go. I won't push it though if you want to keep it to yourself. Just know I'll be there."
"Thanks. Just, thanks. I would tell you Ginny, I just don't think I can. But you'll be the first to know anything else. I promise." And with that, Ginny kissed her cheek, and left her to go to sleep.
Yeah, Ok, I've been ages putting up another fic, not that you guys would have noticed, but I hope this is
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