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I love you, on top of. you
Hermione step out of the shower singing a song she hadn't heard for at least 10 years. It shocked her to be thinking about that song and what it represented. After all she had carefully avoided thinking about her Hogwarts years ever since that last summer they had all spent together.
It had been the best summer in her whole life; she, Ron, Harry and Ginny had gone together to a beach house when their seventh year finished, as it would we the last three months they would spend together before each one left to seek their destiny. They had agreed not to talk about the future during those weeks.
Where the other ones where, she had no idea; that had been another part of the arrangement: not to communicate to each other once the parties had separated. In an attempt to save their precious memories, and to avoid staining their pure childhood relationships with adult problems, not a single letter had been written. All those where excuses, the three of them knew it well, the truth was that it was too painful to leave the place they had called home for so many years, and cutting any connection with it would make it easier. Or so they thought!
The reality was very different, Hermione's life had been a living hell for five years, that was until she settled down, only then was she able to carry on with her life. Now a day's she was a different person, or rather she was the same person with a new life and with a new perspective on life. She had a beautiful office at the Ministry of Magic, was in charge of the Elfish section of the Department and Control for the Regulations of Magical Creatures and had achieved quiet a few essential changes in the attitude wizards had towards house elves. She had very good friends who shared her interests and were always there for her. She had a small but comfortable apartment in the middle of London, near work and with a fantastic view.
In every aspect of her life she had moved on, the exception being her love life. During those three months at the beach, she and Ron had had something; there was a change in their relationship, as though all the feelings they had been hiding or were unaware of, had boiled under the summer sun and started to bubble out.
The hug they had shared the last night that summer... Ron had appeared at her door singing a slow romantic song, and said he couldn't sleep and did she wanted to talk. They spoke great part of the night, curled in Hermione's bed, and there fell asleep curled together. The next day they left, and that "something" had never been defined, and today those never- sorted feeling where a kind of invisible barrier for her to find someone.
Hermione hastily emptied her mind of such memories, she was determined to change her situation today; she was going to a new club with some girlfriends and was determined to have fun. And if the odds were in her favor, also find that special someone to helped her to forget about Ron.
But then again, why had that Hogwart's song come back to haunt her after so many years? After all her efforts to forget?
"Welcome back to the whirls of your mind" she though too herself while trying to decide what to wear.
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Half an hour later, she was standing at the door of H2O, in a short glimmering silver top, very tight light blue jeans and high healed silver sandals. Her hair was straight and shinny. Not to put too fine a point on it she looked gorgeous.
Inside, the atmosphere was cheerful, music, flashing lights, people enjoying themselves. The perfect place to forget abut your worries and have a great time. The group of girls headed to the bar and ordered drinks; found a table on the edge of the dance floor, and sat there, talking, gossiping and glancing around now and then to check out their potential dance partners.
After a while two or three of Hermione's friends where dancing, eventually going back to the table to have a drink and then continue dancing. Hermione had been asked by a couple of guys, but she had instinctually turned them down.
"It's always the same with you Herms" Said Mona, one of her friends when she returned red in the face from the dancing, or was it for the way her partner Paul was looking at her? "You'll never move on if you stay here all night"
"I can't help it, you know" she said half annoyed "it's stronger than me"
"Well, I found the solution to your problem, as you don't seam able to find a guy for yourself, I've done it for you. Paul here has a friend, his really cute and very nice." Hermione started to complain but she was cut off "I forbid you to say no! So drop it! ... Paul, honey, bring your friend please."
A few minutes later Paul was back. His friend was very cute indeed, he had dark blond hair and chestnut eyes, and there was something familiar about his face, but she didn't know what.
"Here, this is Terry." Said Mona "we'll leave you two alone so you can get to know each other" and with this she grabbed Paul's hand and disappear from sight.
"So. emmm, want to dance?" Terry said nervously
Hermione was about to refuse, what then she though better of it; she had nothing to loose and Terry did seam like a nice boy. "OK, then"
They set of for the dance floor, a fast old song was playing; it was one by the Weird Sisters. It instantly brought Hermione many memories, but before they could affect her mood she focused on dancing.
Terry was a good dancer and very funny, now and then he would say something amusing, and Hermione couldn't stop laughing. A couple of hours later they returned to the table exhausted from dancing and laughing but in a great mood.
"You are very beautiful you know. and really kind" He said sincerely "but there's something."
"What is it?" She said taken aback "I don't know your name," He said smiling.
"Oh, that. I'm Hermione" she said more relaxed.
"Impressive name, I only met one Hermione before. She went to school with me, a very intelligent witch, I really admired her, never knew what happened to her after graduation."
And then comprehension dawned on her, this was Terry Boot. but before she could said anything he continue talking, "Funny, I've just run into one of her best friends. Hadn't seen him in a while now I come to think about it. I always though those to would end up together, but when I asked him, he said he didn't know where this girl was, but that he missed her very much"
"He misses me?" She said more to herself than to Terry. "Ron Weasley misses me?"
"How do you know. wait a minute, Herms, is it you? Hermione Granger? Oh may God, I can't believe it.you look completely different! Where have you been all these years. uh where are you going?
Hermione didn't hear the last two questions, the moment she heard Ron was right here, and missing her, she knew she had to find him. Leaving Terry talking too himself she stood up and started looking for her real, true love frantically, moving her head in every direction. Walking like this, she didn't see a tall, red headed man and run into him. Both of them stumbled and fell to the floor, she landed on top of him.
Only then, did she realize that the very person she had been waiting for al those years was there, his face inches from hers, his hot breath on her mouth..
TO BE CONTINUE
A/N: What did you think? Was it terrible? Could you read it? Do you want more? Please give me your opinion about it!!
Bests!!!
I love you, on top of. you
Hermione step out of the shower singing a song she hadn't heard for at least 10 years. It shocked her to be thinking about that song and what it represented. After all she had carefully avoided thinking about her Hogwarts years ever since that last summer they had all spent together.
It had been the best summer in her whole life; she, Ron, Harry and Ginny had gone together to a beach house when their seventh year finished, as it would we the last three months they would spend together before each one left to seek their destiny. They had agreed not to talk about the future during those weeks.
Where the other ones where, she had no idea; that had been another part of the arrangement: not to communicate to each other once the parties had separated. In an attempt to save their precious memories, and to avoid staining their pure childhood relationships with adult problems, not a single letter had been written. All those where excuses, the three of them knew it well, the truth was that it was too painful to leave the place they had called home for so many years, and cutting any connection with it would make it easier. Or so they thought!
The reality was very different, Hermione's life had been a living hell for five years, that was until she settled down, only then was she able to carry on with her life. Now a day's she was a different person, or rather she was the same person with a new life and with a new perspective on life. She had a beautiful office at the Ministry of Magic, was in charge of the Elfish section of the Department and Control for the Regulations of Magical Creatures and had achieved quiet a few essential changes in the attitude wizards had towards house elves. She had very good friends who shared her interests and were always there for her. She had a small but comfortable apartment in the middle of London, near work and with a fantastic view.
In every aspect of her life she had moved on, the exception being her love life. During those three months at the beach, she and Ron had had something; there was a change in their relationship, as though all the feelings they had been hiding or were unaware of, had boiled under the summer sun and started to bubble out.
The hug they had shared the last night that summer... Ron had appeared at her door singing a slow romantic song, and said he couldn't sleep and did she wanted to talk. They spoke great part of the night, curled in Hermione's bed, and there fell asleep curled together. The next day they left, and that "something" had never been defined, and today those never- sorted feeling where a kind of invisible barrier for her to find someone.
Hermione hastily emptied her mind of such memories, she was determined to change her situation today; she was going to a new club with some girlfriends and was determined to have fun. And if the odds were in her favor, also find that special someone to helped her to forget about Ron.
But then again, why had that Hogwart's song come back to haunt her after so many years? After all her efforts to forget?
"Welcome back to the whirls of your mind" she though too herself while trying to decide what to wear.
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Half an hour later, she was standing at the door of H2O, in a short glimmering silver top, very tight light blue jeans and high healed silver sandals. Her hair was straight and shinny. Not to put too fine a point on it she looked gorgeous.
Inside, the atmosphere was cheerful, music, flashing lights, people enjoying themselves. The perfect place to forget abut your worries and have a great time. The group of girls headed to the bar and ordered drinks; found a table on the edge of the dance floor, and sat there, talking, gossiping and glancing around now and then to check out their potential dance partners.
After a while two or three of Hermione's friends where dancing, eventually going back to the table to have a drink and then continue dancing. Hermione had been asked by a couple of guys, but she had instinctually turned them down.
"It's always the same with you Herms" Said Mona, one of her friends when she returned red in the face from the dancing, or was it for the way her partner Paul was looking at her? "You'll never move on if you stay here all night"
"I can't help it, you know" she said half annoyed "it's stronger than me"
"Well, I found the solution to your problem, as you don't seam able to find a guy for yourself, I've done it for you. Paul here has a friend, his really cute and very nice." Hermione started to complain but she was cut off "I forbid you to say no! So drop it! ... Paul, honey, bring your friend please."
A few minutes later Paul was back. His friend was very cute indeed, he had dark blond hair and chestnut eyes, and there was something familiar about his face, but she didn't know what.
"Here, this is Terry." Said Mona "we'll leave you two alone so you can get to know each other" and with this she grabbed Paul's hand and disappear from sight.
"So. emmm, want to dance?" Terry said nervously
Hermione was about to refuse, what then she though better of it; she had nothing to loose and Terry did seam like a nice boy. "OK, then"
They set of for the dance floor, a fast old song was playing; it was one by the Weird Sisters. It instantly brought Hermione many memories, but before they could affect her mood she focused on dancing.
Terry was a good dancer and very funny, now and then he would say something amusing, and Hermione couldn't stop laughing. A couple of hours later they returned to the table exhausted from dancing and laughing but in a great mood.
"You are very beautiful you know. and really kind" He said sincerely "but there's something."
"What is it?" She said taken aback "I don't know your name," He said smiling.
"Oh, that. I'm Hermione" she said more relaxed.
"Impressive name, I only met one Hermione before. She went to school with me, a very intelligent witch, I really admired her, never knew what happened to her after graduation."
And then comprehension dawned on her, this was Terry Boot. but before she could said anything he continue talking, "Funny, I've just run into one of her best friends. Hadn't seen him in a while now I come to think about it. I always though those to would end up together, but when I asked him, he said he didn't know where this girl was, but that he missed her very much"
"He misses me?" She said more to herself than to Terry. "Ron Weasley misses me?"
"How do you know. wait a minute, Herms, is it you? Hermione Granger? Oh may God, I can't believe it.you look completely different! Where have you been all these years. uh where are you going?
Hermione didn't hear the last two questions, the moment she heard Ron was right here, and missing her, she knew she had to find him. Leaving Terry talking too himself she stood up and started looking for her real, true love frantically, moving her head in every direction. Walking like this, she didn't see a tall, red headed man and run into him. Both of them stumbled and fell to the floor, she landed on top of him.
Only then, did she realize that the very person she had been waiting for al those years was there, his face inches from hers, his hot breath on her mouth..
TO BE CONTINUE
A/N: What did you think? Was it terrible? Could you read it? Do you want more? Please give me your opinion about it!!
Bests!!!