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Stupid cupid! Running down the hallway she couldn't believe what just happened. This couldn't be for real, it just couldn't, just couldn't be real. No way she-… no WAY! She'd had some weird thoughts. Some weird conversations. And lots of weird and rare situations. And she'd all survived them. But this?! This was just TO weird… even for her, she who was fighting the Dark, she who was always in the line of fire and standing with her friends . She who was always looked at when an answer was needed. She who had resisted a killing, sunlight hating plant. She who fought with werewolves and Dementors and Death Eaters. She was about to break down and cry… because of a… a… a… A boy! And of all in the WORLD! Why?! This one? Stupid cupid!
Passing the same wall for the third time a door appeared and she entered, sighing when she saw the interior. The room was decorated in her favourite colours, mahogany, an oceanic blue and dark gold. It was a oval shaped room with a big four-poster in the middle, which had a high soft edge. On the right sight was a lounging area with a great fireplace. On the left was an enormous window with golden hangings. The floor was covered with a thick smooth carpet, in which your feet sank away. On the opposite of the four-poster was a large, round, bookcase and a writing desk with flowers on it. It where carnations, her favourite, though no one seemed to know that little fact. They never asked, or just forgot. She never got flowers anyway, so it really didn't matter that much.
With a sigh she let herself fall on the bed. What was she to do? Another, another, another. In her first year it had been Percy, whom she'd liked. In her second year Blaise Zabini, yes, a Slytherin, for crying out loud! In third she'd liked Dean as well as Seamus and Michael, a Ravenclaw fourth year, with whom she kissed between the book stakes in the Library. In her fourth she had hated the giggling squad that had followed Krum everywhere he went, but it had also made her curious and made her wonder what kind of person Krum was. When it turned out he was that often in the Library, with those annoying goose herd of his, to find a way to talk to her, she'd shared a relationship with Victor. And she'd like him very much, but the distance still remained a problem and they decided to go on as friends. In fifth she'd fallen for Neville, yes, NEVILLE, Neville Longbottom. His nervous clumsiness just had a this charming thing over him. A thing she couldn't resist.
Later that year she'd fallen for an elder Huffelpuff called Yves, his family was from France and she'd loved his accent. And believe it or not, French kisses from an actual Frenchman where much more splendid then French kisses from an Englishman. In sixth she'd like Ronald, more than ever, and at the end of the year, with al the commotion they'd hooked up. Then during summer they had a huge fight over Harry and the hunt for Voldemorts little parts. She'd cried over Ron for half a year. And know he, he, he… He was flirting with her, HE of all people! And she couldn't deny she liked it…
Ahhhrrrrrggggggg! Stupid Cupid! Always making her fall in and out of love… She was going nutters. This has to stop! It had to! Of all ferrets in the WORLD! Why?! This one? Why the White? Stupid cupid… STUPID CUPID! Why are you so damm mean?!
Stupid
cupid your a real mean guy Can't do my home and I can't think straight You mixed
me up at cool(/good) You got me
jumping like a crazy clowns You got me jumping like a crazy
clown Stupid cupid
I like to clip your wings so you can't
fly
I am in love and it's a crying shame
And i know you're the
one to blame
Hey Hey set me free
Stupid cupid stop picking on
me..
I meet him
every morning bout a half past eight
I'm acting like a love sick
fool
You've even got me carrying his books to school
Hey Hey
set me free
Stupid cupid stop picking on me..
Right from the very start
Hey go play
Robin Hood
with somebody elses heart
(stupid cupid)
And i don't future
what you're putting down
(stupid cupid)
Since I kissed his
lovely lips of wine
(stupid cupid)
The thing that bothers me is
that I like it fine.
(stupid cupid)
Hey Hey set me free
stupid
cupid stop picking on me..
And i don't future what you're putting down
Since I
kissed his lovely lips of wine
The thing that bothers me is that I
like it fine
(stupid cupid)
Hey Hey set me free
Stupid cupid
stop picking on me..
(stupid cupid)
Hey Hey set me free
Stupid
cupid stop picking on me..
Stupid cupid
Stupid cupid
Stupid cupid
Stupid cupid
Stupid cupid
Stupid cupid, Stupid cupid, Stupid cupid, Stupid cupid… You're a real mean guy…
Those last words she mumbled under her breath before falling asleep. The room faded away and Hermione Granger, brightest witch of her age, and, turning out a, real lover girl, dreamt about a blond haired guy with eyes, gray, as a summer storm.
When she woke there she was lying between thousands and thousands of carnations in all colours and sizes. But what warmed her heart the most was the verse she found between the flowers.
"Love
should be like the wind;
A
swift touch of warmth,
A
brief comfortable hug,
A
whisper of kindness,
A
storm of passion."
Hoping you can see the storm in my eyes whenever I'm thinking about you. Hoping you will stand against my ragging winds. Hoping you will be my Valentine.
D. M.
AN: And what do you think? I think I'm going to write another little chapter to sequel this scene, but I don't know when that will be posted. Currently I'm working out some idea's for a few other One Shot's and Full Chapter Fic's. And next to all me spare time activities I'm in my graduation year, so I have to study harder then usually. Happy Valentine's Day people ;P I've received 11 roses, 5 from a guy I like, that's why I decided to write and post this fic. Have a Loving life you all!! XD
BTW: The songs from Mandy Moore, also sang by Marilyn Monroe. The verse is from my own hand. JMEC Creations ;P )