Hermione, Harry, and the Fifth Year Christmas!
Part One
By Alicia Jennings
December 15, 2000
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Hermione is caught in between two guys...should she pick Harry or Viktor? Whose heart will she break this Christmas?
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"Hermione, wake up."
"Whassamatter?" came Hermione's sleepy voice.
"Wake up, Hermione!" came Parvati's giggly voice. "Guess who's waiting downstairs for you!"
"Who?" Hermione sat up, her hair a mess of tangles and knots. "All I want to do is get some sleep, Parvati."
"And miss the Bulgarian hunk that awaits you in the common room?"
Hermione's eyes immediately snapped open at the mention of a "Bulgarian hunk". "No. You're joking."
"We're not," said Lavender, leaning over Parvati's shoulder. "He's down there. Seriously."
"Great Wizards! I must look a fright! Girls, help me find something that I look semi-good in." Hermione jumped out of bed, grabbing a brush and raking it through her brown mane. "I can't believe that Viktor's here! I haven't seen him since this summer!"
"I want his autograph," said Parvati.
"I want his autograph, too." said Lavender.
"I want his boxers," said Susan Moon. Hermione threw a pillow at her.
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Harry and Ron awoke early, for some reason they couldn't figure out. But since they were up, they decided to go on down to the common room.
"So, Harry, my boy," said Ron, chuckling, "When ARE you going to tell Hermione about-"
"Shhhh!" Harry hissed. "You know how nosy Parvati is. She'll hear us."
"So?" Ron scoffed, folding his arms over his chest. "It's about high time you told her."
"I'm scared to."
Ron doubled over in laughter, and Harry looked at him, puzzled. Finally, Ron caught his breath.
"People would never believe it," he choked out. "Famous Harry Potter, who's faced He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named four times, is afraid to ask a girl out!" Ron started laughing again, as they entered the common room.
"Would you shut up, please?" Harry begged. "You're going to attract attention to us." Ron reduced his laughter to small chuckles, and they sat down.
"Hey, Ron. There's someone that will stop your laughing." Harry pointed to a dark figure in the corner.
"No..."
"Yep." Harry nodded in the figure's direction. "That'd be Mr. Krum himself."
"Stupid, son of a-"
"Shush!" Harry hissed, because Hermione was coming down the stairs. She looked georgeous today, with her hair in curls and wearing a long, spaghetti-strap purple dress.
"Uh, Herm?" Ron asked tentatively, "It's December. Aren't you going to freeze?"
"Nonsense!" Hermione exclaimed, laughing airily. "That's what sweaters are for." She held up a matching purple sweater. "Ah, there's Viktor!" She started waving her arms like a maniac, while Ron shook his head.
"Herm-own-ninny! How long it hass veen svince I haff seen my sveet!" Krum kissed Hermione lightly on her cheek. "Ah, 'Arry. It is nice to see you again." They shook hands, Harry forcing a smile. "And Mr. Weazzley! It is a pleasure."
Ron gave a forced smile, too. Viktor didn't see it, but Hermione mouthed to Harry and Ron, "What's wrong?" Harry simply shook his head, and Hermione and Viktor walked out of the common room.
~
Hermione sighed as she and Viktor began the long journey to the Great Hall. "What is vrong, darling?" Viktor asked, his eyes narrowed.
"It's nothing....well....yes, it's something." She accepted Viktor's hand as he led her down a spiraling staircase. "Viktor, I'm worried about Harry...Voldemort-" Viktor visibly flinched right here, because Hermione had given up on saying "You Know Who". "He's back, Viktor. Don't listen to anyone else, who says he's not. He's the one who killed Cedric in the third task."
"Herm-own-ninny, it is zimpossible. 'Arry reduced him to nozzingness fourteen years ago."
Hermione looked down. "Viktor, you can believe what you like. But nothing will make me change my mind...As soon as he came out of the maze, I knew."
Viktor and Hermione entered the Great Hall, earning many envious looks. "Sveetheart, how is it zat you and 'Arry met?"
Hermione shook her head, and laughed. "Why do you want to know?" she asked, sitting down at the Gryffindor table and motioning Viktor to do the same.
"Curviosity, I imagine." Viktor picked up his fork. "Please explain, Hermi."
With that, Hermione began the story of how she, Ron, and Harry were basically enemies in their first few weeks of school. Viktor had a good chuckle over how bossy she had been in their first year. When Hermione got to the troll in the bathroom, she found herself thinking back to the moment when she first *really* looked Harry in the face. Cold chills creeped up her spine.
"My sveet, are you cold?"
~
"Harry....earth to Harry....Harry...awaken, Boy Who Lived...HARRY JAMES POTTER!"
"Huh?" Harry stopped staring at Hermione and Viktor, who were sitting a few chairs down from he and Ron. "Ron, not you too..."
"Doing what?" Ron asked innocently, taking a bite of oatmeal.
"Calling me 'The Boy Who Lived'. It's annoying."
"You know you love the attention."
"Yeah, right."
"See? You just admitted it."
"Admitted what?" came Hermione's voice. She had risen from her chair and come to them. "Is it about a girl?"
Ron burst out in laughter again, and Harry hit him on the back of his head. "Yeeeeeeow!" Ron shrieked. "And I thought breaking my leg hurt!"
"Wimp," said Harry.
"Harry!" Hermione scolded.
"It's his fault!"
"Is not!" Ron retorted. "You told me."
"Told him what?" asked Hermione, curious.
"He likes you!" blurted Ron. "He has since first year!"
Hermione gasped. Quite audibly. The whole of Gryffindor table, plus Viktor, turned toward her. "Uhhh......I......uhh......gotta.......go. Yeah, that's it." She turned, and ran out of the Hall. Viktor came over.
"What is zee matter with Herm-own-ninny?" he asked, frowning.
"Nothing," Ron answered tersely. "Wanna go play Quidditch, Harry?" he asked, as Viktor walked away.
"Can't," Harry answered miserably. "Dumbledore won't let me out of the castle without an adult escort."
"Let's go play chess, then."
"I can't hardly concentrate on eating right now, let alone chess," Harry snapped. "I'm going to go have some time alone, okay?"
"Okay."
Harry trudged back up to Gryffindor Tower, where he extracted his photo album from under his bed. Smiling up at him were his parents. "Mum..Dad...what do I do? Voldemort's back...and here I am, worried about a girl. But...I mean....people think I'm so perfect, that I'm the one who always saves the day. But I can't do anything right."
"Yes you can." came a voice. Harry turned from the photo album.
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CLIFFIE! Nanananabooboo! Sorry, I'm really nervous and hyper..the puppet musical is in approximately 3 HOURS!!!!! I'M GONNA DIE! I DON'T KNOW THE SCRIPT! Er, sorry.
Sirius: It'll be OK. I'll come and help you!
Alicia: Uhoh. Review, please.
Part One
By Alicia Jennings
December 15, 2000
~
Hermione is caught in between two guys...should she pick Harry or Viktor? Whose heart will she break this Christmas?
~
"Hermione, wake up."
"Whassamatter?" came Hermione's sleepy voice.
"Wake up, Hermione!" came Parvati's giggly voice. "Guess who's waiting downstairs for you!"
"Who?" Hermione sat up, her hair a mess of tangles and knots. "All I want to do is get some sleep, Parvati."
"And miss the Bulgarian hunk that awaits you in the common room?"
Hermione's eyes immediately snapped open at the mention of a "Bulgarian hunk". "No. You're joking."
"We're not," said Lavender, leaning over Parvati's shoulder. "He's down there. Seriously."
"Great Wizards! I must look a fright! Girls, help me find something that I look semi-good in." Hermione jumped out of bed, grabbing a brush and raking it through her brown mane. "I can't believe that Viktor's here! I haven't seen him since this summer!"
"I want his autograph," said Parvati.
"I want his autograph, too." said Lavender.
"I want his boxers," said Susan Moon. Hermione threw a pillow at her.
~
Harry and Ron awoke early, for some reason they couldn't figure out. But since they were up, they decided to go on down to the common room.
"So, Harry, my boy," said Ron, chuckling, "When ARE you going to tell Hermione about-"
"Shhhh!" Harry hissed. "You know how nosy Parvati is. She'll hear us."
"So?" Ron scoffed, folding his arms over his chest. "It's about high time you told her."
"I'm scared to."
Ron doubled over in laughter, and Harry looked at him, puzzled. Finally, Ron caught his breath.
"People would never believe it," he choked out. "Famous Harry Potter, who's faced He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named four times, is afraid to ask a girl out!" Ron started laughing again, as they entered the common room.
"Would you shut up, please?" Harry begged. "You're going to attract attention to us." Ron reduced his laughter to small chuckles, and they sat down.
"Hey, Ron. There's someone that will stop your laughing." Harry pointed to a dark figure in the corner.
"No..."
"Yep." Harry nodded in the figure's direction. "That'd be Mr. Krum himself."
"Stupid, son of a-"
"Shush!" Harry hissed, because Hermione was coming down the stairs. She looked georgeous today, with her hair in curls and wearing a long, spaghetti-strap purple dress.
"Uh, Herm?" Ron asked tentatively, "It's December. Aren't you going to freeze?"
"Nonsense!" Hermione exclaimed, laughing airily. "That's what sweaters are for." She held up a matching purple sweater. "Ah, there's Viktor!" She started waving her arms like a maniac, while Ron shook his head.
"Herm-own-ninny! How long it hass veen svince I haff seen my sveet!" Krum kissed Hermione lightly on her cheek. "Ah, 'Arry. It is nice to see you again." They shook hands, Harry forcing a smile. "And Mr. Weazzley! It is a pleasure."
Ron gave a forced smile, too. Viktor didn't see it, but Hermione mouthed to Harry and Ron, "What's wrong?" Harry simply shook his head, and Hermione and Viktor walked out of the common room.
~
Hermione sighed as she and Viktor began the long journey to the Great Hall. "What is vrong, darling?" Viktor asked, his eyes narrowed.
"It's nothing....well....yes, it's something." She accepted Viktor's hand as he led her down a spiraling staircase. "Viktor, I'm worried about Harry...Voldemort-" Viktor visibly flinched right here, because Hermione had given up on saying "You Know Who". "He's back, Viktor. Don't listen to anyone else, who says he's not. He's the one who killed Cedric in the third task."
"Herm-own-ninny, it is zimpossible. 'Arry reduced him to nozzingness fourteen years ago."
Hermione looked down. "Viktor, you can believe what you like. But nothing will make me change my mind...As soon as he came out of the maze, I knew."
Viktor and Hermione entered the Great Hall, earning many envious looks. "Sveetheart, how is it zat you and 'Arry met?"
Hermione shook her head, and laughed. "Why do you want to know?" she asked, sitting down at the Gryffindor table and motioning Viktor to do the same.
"Curviosity, I imagine." Viktor picked up his fork. "Please explain, Hermi."
With that, Hermione began the story of how she, Ron, and Harry were basically enemies in their first few weeks of school. Viktor had a good chuckle over how bossy she had been in their first year. When Hermione got to the troll in the bathroom, she found herself thinking back to the moment when she first *really* looked Harry in the face. Cold chills creeped up her spine.
"My sveet, are you cold?"
~
"Harry....earth to Harry....Harry...awaken, Boy Who Lived...HARRY JAMES POTTER!"
"Huh?" Harry stopped staring at Hermione and Viktor, who were sitting a few chairs down from he and Ron. "Ron, not you too..."
"Doing what?" Ron asked innocently, taking a bite of oatmeal.
"Calling me 'The Boy Who Lived'. It's annoying."
"You know you love the attention."
"Yeah, right."
"See? You just admitted it."
"Admitted what?" came Hermione's voice. She had risen from her chair and come to them. "Is it about a girl?"
Ron burst out in laughter again, and Harry hit him on the back of his head. "Yeeeeeeow!" Ron shrieked. "And I thought breaking my leg hurt!"
"Wimp," said Harry.
"Harry!" Hermione scolded.
"It's his fault!"
"Is not!" Ron retorted. "You told me."
"Told him what?" asked Hermione, curious.
"He likes you!" blurted Ron. "He has since first year!"
Hermione gasped. Quite audibly. The whole of Gryffindor table, plus Viktor, turned toward her. "Uhhh......I......uhh......gotta.......go. Yeah, that's it." She turned, and ran out of the Hall. Viktor came over.
"What is zee matter with Herm-own-ninny?" he asked, frowning.
"Nothing," Ron answered tersely. "Wanna go play Quidditch, Harry?" he asked, as Viktor walked away.
"Can't," Harry answered miserably. "Dumbledore won't let me out of the castle without an adult escort."
"Let's go play chess, then."
"I can't hardly concentrate on eating right now, let alone chess," Harry snapped. "I'm going to go have some time alone, okay?"
"Okay."
Harry trudged back up to Gryffindor Tower, where he extracted his photo album from under his bed. Smiling up at him were his parents. "Mum..Dad...what do I do? Voldemort's back...and here I am, worried about a girl. But...I mean....people think I'm so perfect, that I'm the one who always saves the day. But I can't do anything right."
"Yes you can." came a voice. Harry turned from the photo album.
~~
CLIFFIE! Nanananabooboo! Sorry, I'm really nervous and hyper..the puppet musical is in approximately 3 HOURS!!!!! I'M GONNA DIE! I DON'T KNOW THE SCRIPT! Er, sorry.
Sirius: It'll be OK. I'll come and help you!
Alicia: Uhoh. Review, please.