AN: hey-lo, everyone! ::smiles:: well, this was an interesting idea that
came to mind...I've always thought that perhaps, in the end of the Harry
Potter series, that Ron and Hermione would end up together. That would
just be a fitting way to twist the plot for Harry. Well, what is this
about? Hmm...well, I though of this one night, when I was looking for
Quatre pictures (weird, isn't it?) at three in the morning...and then, Wha-
la! Unfortunately, I've had to convert the plot a bit, seeing as...bum
badda bum...my favorite couple is Hermione and Draco! Yup, I love the
guy...he's so chizzieful...and please, even though I bash Snape like the
asshole he is (and we all love him for it) I must say that Snape is my
favorite teacher (because, in the movie, his part is played by Alan
Rickman! ::jumps up and down:: yay!) and that he just kicks ass. So there
::sticks out tongue:: and you know what else? I'm sure you're done w/
this, so please allow me to write before I bore myself to sleep ::smiles::
On w/ the show!
P.S.: JK Rowling (AKA GOD) made this, thought of this. I only borrowed her characters to create this story, WHICH is an ORIGINAL plot, mind you. Mine, thank you very much.
Chapter One: In Spite of The Way You Were Mocking Me
It was their fifth year at Hogwarts; Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger found themselves in the Gryfindor common room, fighting fatigue as they tried to memorize ingredients for their Potions test tomorrow. Ron looked at his wizarding watch groggily, and saw it read quarter to four in the morning. "Oy, Harry, Hermione, don't you think perhaps we should get some sleep before we can't even stay awake in Snape's class?"
Harry glanced over his thickly brimmed black glasses. "Yeah," he replied sleepily, shutting his Potions book, which, for the last half hour, had become his makeshift pillow. "There's only so much you can cram for Potions." He scratched his black, unruly hair and yawned widely.
Hermione, not surprisingly, turned to them wide awake. "Well, if you didn't wake up so early today to goof around, you'd be more awake now, wouldn't you?" she said, pointedly.
"You woke up before us, Hermione!" Ron protested weakly.
She shrugged, sending her robed shoulders into her somewhat tame bushy brown hair, which was getting straighter and getting flatter each day. "I'm used to these late hour cram sessions," she said, yawning. "Besides, I'm getting better at learning to deal with less sleep. Remember how I was our third year?"
Hermione had taken many courses, many at the same time. She had become crabby, defensive, and tired. She snapped at anyone who disturbed her studying. That's the only thing that hasn't changed-to her friends' dismay. Ron and Harry laughed at the thought.
Harry shrugged sleepily. "I can care less. If Snape's going to fail me, he'll find a way even if I get a perfect score. He'll fail me for sneezing the wrong way, or something pointless like that."
Ron laughed. Hermione sighed.
Ron stood up, and pulled a hand through his trademark red hair. "See you in the morning, Hermione."
Harry followed suit. "'Night, Hermione."
"See you in the morning- er, perhaps later, then," Hermione replied.
Ron and Harry walked up the stairs that led to the familiar boys' dormitory. Harry glanced at Ron, and noticed he looked thoughtful for four in the morning. "What's the matter, Ron?"
"Huh?" Ron asked, coming out of deep thought. "Oh, nothing Harry. Say, has Hermione heard from Krum in a while?"
Harry thought for a moment. "No, not really. Just that the two had a parting of ways after their trip this summer. Something about him not having enough time to carry on a relationship, and Hermione not wanting one...why do you ask?"
Ron looked up. "Oh, I'm just wondering if that's why Hermione gets defensive about-"
Suddenly, there was a soft thump from the common room. The two friends looked at each other, and in frantic whispers, said, "Hermione!"
Ron glanced back to where they'd come from. "I'll check on her, Harry. You go to bed," he said delicately.
Harry gave Ron a quizzical look. "Okay. See you, Ron."
Harry continued to the common room, and was about to climb in bed when he realized he forgot his good quill downstairs in the common room. Harry groaned and smacked his forehead lightly. Grabbing his wand, he slipped on his robe over his pajamas and quietly slipped out of the room.
To his surprise, there was almost darkness; it was just the last flickering light of the common room fire that danced on the walls. All the lights were out, though. Harry wondered where Ron was, if it was so dark down there.
He was about to reach the last set of stairs when he looked down into the common room. He saw Hermione and Ron close together, and thought they were just talking. 'Well, wasn't it Ron who decided it was time for bed,' Harry remembered suddenly, and chuckled to himself. 'Probably getting some extra information about the Potion we're performing tomorrow.'
When Harry reached the last stair, he realized he was very wrong. Very wrong indeed. For he saw Hermione and Ron kissing in the last flickering light of the night.
On w/ the show!
P.S.: JK Rowling (AKA GOD) made this, thought of this. I only borrowed her characters to create this story, WHICH is an ORIGINAL plot, mind you. Mine, thank you very much.
Chapter One: In Spite of The Way You Were Mocking Me
It was their fifth year at Hogwarts; Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger found themselves in the Gryfindor common room, fighting fatigue as they tried to memorize ingredients for their Potions test tomorrow. Ron looked at his wizarding watch groggily, and saw it read quarter to four in the morning. "Oy, Harry, Hermione, don't you think perhaps we should get some sleep before we can't even stay awake in Snape's class?"
Harry glanced over his thickly brimmed black glasses. "Yeah," he replied sleepily, shutting his Potions book, which, for the last half hour, had become his makeshift pillow. "There's only so much you can cram for Potions." He scratched his black, unruly hair and yawned widely.
Hermione, not surprisingly, turned to them wide awake. "Well, if you didn't wake up so early today to goof around, you'd be more awake now, wouldn't you?" she said, pointedly.
"You woke up before us, Hermione!" Ron protested weakly.
She shrugged, sending her robed shoulders into her somewhat tame bushy brown hair, which was getting straighter and getting flatter each day. "I'm used to these late hour cram sessions," she said, yawning. "Besides, I'm getting better at learning to deal with less sleep. Remember how I was our third year?"
Hermione had taken many courses, many at the same time. She had become crabby, defensive, and tired. She snapped at anyone who disturbed her studying. That's the only thing that hasn't changed-to her friends' dismay. Ron and Harry laughed at the thought.
Harry shrugged sleepily. "I can care less. If Snape's going to fail me, he'll find a way even if I get a perfect score. He'll fail me for sneezing the wrong way, or something pointless like that."
Ron laughed. Hermione sighed.
Ron stood up, and pulled a hand through his trademark red hair. "See you in the morning, Hermione."
Harry followed suit. "'Night, Hermione."
"See you in the morning- er, perhaps later, then," Hermione replied.
Ron and Harry walked up the stairs that led to the familiar boys' dormitory. Harry glanced at Ron, and noticed he looked thoughtful for four in the morning. "What's the matter, Ron?"
"Huh?" Ron asked, coming out of deep thought. "Oh, nothing Harry. Say, has Hermione heard from Krum in a while?"
Harry thought for a moment. "No, not really. Just that the two had a parting of ways after their trip this summer. Something about him not having enough time to carry on a relationship, and Hermione not wanting one...why do you ask?"
Ron looked up. "Oh, I'm just wondering if that's why Hermione gets defensive about-"
Suddenly, there was a soft thump from the common room. The two friends looked at each other, and in frantic whispers, said, "Hermione!"
Ron glanced back to where they'd come from. "I'll check on her, Harry. You go to bed," he said delicately.
Harry gave Ron a quizzical look. "Okay. See you, Ron."
Harry continued to the common room, and was about to climb in bed when he realized he forgot his good quill downstairs in the common room. Harry groaned and smacked his forehead lightly. Grabbing his wand, he slipped on his robe over his pajamas and quietly slipped out of the room.
To his surprise, there was almost darkness; it was just the last flickering light of the common room fire that danced on the walls. All the lights were out, though. Harry wondered where Ron was, if it was so dark down there.
He was about to reach the last set of stairs when he looked down into the common room. He saw Hermione and Ron close together, and thought they were just talking. 'Well, wasn't it Ron who decided it was time for bed,' Harry remembered suddenly, and chuckled to himself. 'Probably getting some extra information about the Potion we're performing tomorrow.'
When Harry reached the last stair, he realized he was very wrong. Very wrong indeed. For he saw Hermione and Ron kissing in the last flickering light of the night.