Furious Passion
Disclaimer: The other day, I walked down to the local Burger King to get a burger. As I passed the shops on the high streets, the incredible smell of freshly cooked prawns invaded my nostrils, but do you know why I couldn't go get them? No? Well I'll tell you. It's because it was 43 freaking bucks for a plate of 7. yeah. And nobody can afford that now, can they? OH! WAIT! J.K. Rowling can because she owns all these characters (apart from the ones I make up) and she can afford to. I think it gets a bit much when your worth more than the Queen...
Chapter 1 -
The Dream Team sat peacefully in their compartment in the rapidly moving Hogwarts Express. It was the 1st of September and it was the start of their fifth year. After their eventful and very dramatic 4th year, they had reached an unspoken understanding. Sitting in silence was just as enjoyable as the mindless babble commonly associated with the First Day Back. Occasionally, one would look up and make a comment about the passing scenery or about the noise from the next compartment. It was Ron who decided to break the silence.
"So what did you get up to this summer, Hermione?"
"Well, nothing really very interesting. We went on a tour of Europe. It was very educational actually. We visited the leaning tower of Pisa and I found out lots of interesting facts about it. Did you know.?" Hermione continued reeling off facts on the muggle artefacts of Europe. Ron found himself wishing he had never asked. He threw a pleading glance at Harry who sent him a look full of helpless amusement.
"Ron? Ron! Are you even listening to me? Merlin's beard, Ron"
"What? What!" Ron looked between Hermione's annoyed glare and Harry's silently laughing eyes. "I'm listening!"
"So what did I just say?"
".Um. was it something about the leaning tower of Pizza boxes?" At this point, Harry couldn't contain himself. He burst out laughing and even the look Hermione was throwing couldn't stop him. Why does Ron have to be such a jackass? Stop laughing you idiot! You're going to get stabbed with all those daggers coming from her eyes! Stop it!
"Whoa! Ok I'm sorry. It was just so funny.The way Ron said.ok never mind."
"I'm going to go find Ginny. Later." And with that, Hermione strolled out of the room and closed the compartment door with a satisfying bang.
"What did we do? Was it something I said? You know, I really do not understand her."
"If God intended us to understand women, Ron, do you think he would have invented hormones?" Ron smiled
"No, I suppose not." It's not like there was any reason she should have gotten so upset...
*
"its like; I d-d-don't even know why I bother sometimes, Ginny. He ha-hasn't even noticed!"
"Shh.It's ok Mione. My brother can be an idiot. In fact, scratch that. He is an idiot. Don't worry about him." Hermione took a deep breath to steady her voice and continued
She had burst into the half full compartment and sought Ginny out. They had then gone to find an empty compartment and as soon as the door was closed, Hermione broke down. Ginny, who had known all about Hermione's crush on Ron ever since the Ball, was very sympathetic. She was the only one that knew and she planned to keep it that way although she had a sneaking suspicion that Harry and probably the rest of the Gryffindors had noticed something after the way Ron had reacted to Hermione and Krum. Hermione had now talked herself into a silence and Ginny suddenly had an all knowing grin on her face.
"What? Do I have something in my teeth?" inquired a suddenly panicky Hermione.
"No! Calm down Hermione. All I was going to say was that when Ron came home this summer past, all he could talk about was the fact that you were spending 2 weeks in Bulgaria, which, evidently you didn't. He said all this stuff about how he didn't deserve you and you should go somebody better. And when George got really fed up, he eventually said 'what like you?' and Ron started blushing furiously. So if I were you, I wouldn't be worrying."
"Yeah, right. I'm not worrying. What's there to be worried about?"
Outside it was getting dark. She had stayed in the empty compartment with Ginny and had lunch a few hours ago. In another couple of hours, they would be arriving at Hogwarts. There was a slight drizzle that had started in the afternoon and it had never quite seamed to clear.
"Herms, we need to get changed. Did you bring your cloaks with you?"
A look of confusion, then horror passed Hermione's face. "Oh no! I have I go back there and get it. Will you come with me?"
Ginny sighed. She knew she would end up going anyway, even if she didn't agree to it. "Yes, ok. Let's go and get this over with."
Hermione opened her mouth as if to say something then quickly changed her mind and turned towards the door. I really don't want to do this.She thought as she subconsciously smoothed out her hair. But why? Argued another voice in her head, it's not like he has a right to be keeping you out of that room. You have as much right to be in there as he does! Go get 'em girl!
*
Back in the boy's compartment, things were getting steamy. Dean and Seamus had decided to drop in and Parvati and Lavender had fallen suit. And what's the one thing that will happen when a mixed group of 15 year olds happen to all be in one room together? Spin The Bottle.
"O.K. Harry, truth or dare?" asked Lavender
"Um.."
"I'll choose for you shall I? Dare, I think."
"But.."
"Ok Harry potter. I dare you to." Lavender paused and looked round the compartment frowning slightly. Her eyes then landed back on Harry and she suddenly brightened. You could almost see the light bulb switch on upstairs. Harry gulped.
"I dare you to take of your shirt and keep It off till we get to school"
"Ha! That's the easiest dare I've ever accepted in my life," Scoffed the Boy That Lived. Ack! said the sensible voice in his head. We're going to die if she sees our non existent pecks! No, actually, she'll die laughing when she sees your non existence *ahem* pecks if you will, said the cruel voice, overwriting the sensible one.
"Well? Go on then, I'm- I mean, We're waiting!" said a breathlessly excited Lavender.
How pathetic thought Ron as he looked at her shinning eyes as she watched Harry reluctantly pull his shirt off. She's all over him! He's probably not even getting the hint.If I was the mean and cruel person I am, I would step in right here and ask him has he seen a certain Ravenclaw 7th year lately.Ron's face cracked into an evil grin and he was just about to open his mouth and voice his thoughts when Dean suddenly averted his gaze to check out the rest of the players.
"Ron? Ron, I don't like that look on your face.what are you plotting?"
"What?" muttered Ron as he snapped back to it. "Oh, right, nothing. I was just thinking of new hexes for uh.Malfoy."
"Oh. I see" said Dean but his eyes still showed a little suspicion.
Meanwhile, Harry had taken his shirt off and Lavender was squealing in delight. This is going to be a long trip, thought Harry with a sigh.
*
The girls strode purposefully down the long narrow aisle and burst into the boys' compartment. Or what they thought was the boy's compartment. Oh no, thought Hermione, after I gave myself such a self confidence boost I go and waste it on the wrong person!
"What do you want mudblood?" said an all too familiar voice. An all too familiar voice that belonged to a boy with all too familiar boy with platinum coloured hair.
"Sorry, Malfoy. I didn't realise. I thought this was a different compartment. I didn't realise." Hermione faltered to a stop. So much for self confidence 101.
"Well if you have no other business here, then get out. We wouldn't want your filthy mudblood germs polluting out lovely pure blood air would we?"
Hermione froze as tears welled up in her eyes. She didn't even know why. It's not like he hadn't called her that before. It wasn't even that the whole compartment was staring at her with cold hatred in there eyes. And as Ginny hurriedly pulled her out of the compartment behind her, she didn't know that Draco's hand had twitched in Pansy's vice like grip because he had felt the sudden urge to wipe away the solitary tear that was falling down her porcelain face.
*
"Ok Ron, truth or dare?" asked Harry who was trying as hard as possible to look as though he was enjoying this mindless torture.
"Hit me with a dare."
"I dare you to.kiss Parvati."
"What!" Hissed an enraged Ron. But before he could protest any further, Parvati had grabbed his head, swung it round to face her and planted a big wet one smack bang on target. Ron's whole system was in shock and so he couldn't move. Parvati took his not pulling away as an invite to come on in.
"MM! MM!!!" yelled an indignant Ron as a plea for help but everybody was in too much shock to do anything but stare because right at that moment, Hermione walked in.
*
When Hermione was a little girl, her mother used to tell her that one day; the man she loved would come and sweep her off her feet, like a knight in shining armour. And they would fall in love and live happily ever after. And Hermione had believed her with all of her tiny little heart and she'd never forgotten it. Of course, over the years, she had realised that this was unlikely to happen but she still kept that twinkle of hope because something inside of her told her that if she just kept at it and persevered, she would get what she wished for eventually. She had waited a long time. And she was losing faith fast but somewhere for some reason she had a feeling that that faith would one day be crushed and she'd be left with nothing left. That day came the day she walked in on Ron kissing Parvati.
"Uh.um.I'm sorry. I just need to get my things.my robes.in my bag. Merlin's beard! Why can't I talk like I'm not completely retarded? She thought in a panicky state. She hesitantly moved towards her trunk but kept her eyes glued on Parvati who was clamped onto Ron's torso like sticky glue and Ron himself who was struggling to pry her arms off him while simultaneously giving Hermione a look that said Sorry! It meant nothing. Really. But why would he be feeling guilty if there was nothing going on between us? And it's not like he was feeling anything for her. He hadn't shown any interest in her before.
Ron meanwhile was thinking exactly the same thing. Why should I care? Why do I feel so guilty? We're not going out. I'm a free man! So why do I care?
"Uh Hermione? Yeah, over hear honey" said a honey sweet voice, snapping her out of her Paranoia daze. Lavender clicked her perfectly manicured fingers to catch Hermione's attention. "Well as you may as noticed, we're kind of in the middle of something," she commented, stated the painfully obvious to Hermione. "So if you'd like to get your robes and be on your way, it would be much appreciated" She said in her sugar coated voice.
Hermione was taken aback. There wasn't any need to be so rude... She retained her prim and proper posture. "Well yes, I'm sure you all wouldn't want me sitting here watching you play tonsil hockey with each other." Whoa.Where did that come from? She hastily gathered her robes and was about to turn away when Ron stopped her.
"Look, Hermione we were just-" But she didn't want to hear it.
"Ron...Just.Urgh!" And with as much dignity as she could muster, she turned and stormed out and close the door behind her with a bang that could be heard in Diagon Alley.
The room was silent for a few moments before Ron spoke up.
"Erm...What's hockey?
HEY! This is my first Fic, so please review. But I'm not one of those people who say I'll only update when you make 15 reviews or whatever. But please do review! Constructive criticism allowed! But if you don't like it fluffy, don't read because its how I like it. No flames!
~C~
Disclaimer: The other day, I walked down to the local Burger King to get a burger. As I passed the shops on the high streets, the incredible smell of freshly cooked prawns invaded my nostrils, but do you know why I couldn't go get them? No? Well I'll tell you. It's because it was 43 freaking bucks for a plate of 7. yeah. And nobody can afford that now, can they? OH! WAIT! J.K. Rowling can because she owns all these characters (apart from the ones I make up) and she can afford to. I think it gets a bit much when your worth more than the Queen...
Chapter 1 -
The Dream Team sat peacefully in their compartment in the rapidly moving Hogwarts Express. It was the 1st of September and it was the start of their fifth year. After their eventful and very dramatic 4th year, they had reached an unspoken understanding. Sitting in silence was just as enjoyable as the mindless babble commonly associated with the First Day Back. Occasionally, one would look up and make a comment about the passing scenery or about the noise from the next compartment. It was Ron who decided to break the silence.
"So what did you get up to this summer, Hermione?"
"Well, nothing really very interesting. We went on a tour of Europe. It was very educational actually. We visited the leaning tower of Pisa and I found out lots of interesting facts about it. Did you know.?" Hermione continued reeling off facts on the muggle artefacts of Europe. Ron found himself wishing he had never asked. He threw a pleading glance at Harry who sent him a look full of helpless amusement.
"Ron? Ron! Are you even listening to me? Merlin's beard, Ron"
"What? What!" Ron looked between Hermione's annoyed glare and Harry's silently laughing eyes. "I'm listening!"
"So what did I just say?"
".Um. was it something about the leaning tower of Pizza boxes?" At this point, Harry couldn't contain himself. He burst out laughing and even the look Hermione was throwing couldn't stop him. Why does Ron have to be such a jackass? Stop laughing you idiot! You're going to get stabbed with all those daggers coming from her eyes! Stop it!
"Whoa! Ok I'm sorry. It was just so funny.The way Ron said.ok never mind."
"I'm going to go find Ginny. Later." And with that, Hermione strolled out of the room and closed the compartment door with a satisfying bang.
"What did we do? Was it something I said? You know, I really do not understand her."
"If God intended us to understand women, Ron, do you think he would have invented hormones?" Ron smiled
"No, I suppose not." It's not like there was any reason she should have gotten so upset...
*
"its like; I d-d-don't even know why I bother sometimes, Ginny. He ha-hasn't even noticed!"
"Shh.It's ok Mione. My brother can be an idiot. In fact, scratch that. He is an idiot. Don't worry about him." Hermione took a deep breath to steady her voice and continued
She had burst into the half full compartment and sought Ginny out. They had then gone to find an empty compartment and as soon as the door was closed, Hermione broke down. Ginny, who had known all about Hermione's crush on Ron ever since the Ball, was very sympathetic. She was the only one that knew and she planned to keep it that way although she had a sneaking suspicion that Harry and probably the rest of the Gryffindors had noticed something after the way Ron had reacted to Hermione and Krum. Hermione had now talked herself into a silence and Ginny suddenly had an all knowing grin on her face.
"What? Do I have something in my teeth?" inquired a suddenly panicky Hermione.
"No! Calm down Hermione. All I was going to say was that when Ron came home this summer past, all he could talk about was the fact that you were spending 2 weeks in Bulgaria, which, evidently you didn't. He said all this stuff about how he didn't deserve you and you should go somebody better. And when George got really fed up, he eventually said 'what like you?' and Ron started blushing furiously. So if I were you, I wouldn't be worrying."
"Yeah, right. I'm not worrying. What's there to be worried about?"
Outside it was getting dark. She had stayed in the empty compartment with Ginny and had lunch a few hours ago. In another couple of hours, they would be arriving at Hogwarts. There was a slight drizzle that had started in the afternoon and it had never quite seamed to clear.
"Herms, we need to get changed. Did you bring your cloaks with you?"
A look of confusion, then horror passed Hermione's face. "Oh no! I have I go back there and get it. Will you come with me?"
Ginny sighed. She knew she would end up going anyway, even if she didn't agree to it. "Yes, ok. Let's go and get this over with."
Hermione opened her mouth as if to say something then quickly changed her mind and turned towards the door. I really don't want to do this.She thought as she subconsciously smoothed out her hair. But why? Argued another voice in her head, it's not like he has a right to be keeping you out of that room. You have as much right to be in there as he does! Go get 'em girl!
*
Back in the boy's compartment, things were getting steamy. Dean and Seamus had decided to drop in and Parvati and Lavender had fallen suit. And what's the one thing that will happen when a mixed group of 15 year olds happen to all be in one room together? Spin The Bottle.
"O.K. Harry, truth or dare?" asked Lavender
"Um.."
"I'll choose for you shall I? Dare, I think."
"But.."
"Ok Harry potter. I dare you to." Lavender paused and looked round the compartment frowning slightly. Her eyes then landed back on Harry and she suddenly brightened. You could almost see the light bulb switch on upstairs. Harry gulped.
"I dare you to take of your shirt and keep It off till we get to school"
"Ha! That's the easiest dare I've ever accepted in my life," Scoffed the Boy That Lived. Ack! said the sensible voice in his head. We're going to die if she sees our non existent pecks! No, actually, she'll die laughing when she sees your non existence *ahem* pecks if you will, said the cruel voice, overwriting the sensible one.
"Well? Go on then, I'm- I mean, We're waiting!" said a breathlessly excited Lavender.
How pathetic thought Ron as he looked at her shinning eyes as she watched Harry reluctantly pull his shirt off. She's all over him! He's probably not even getting the hint.If I was the mean and cruel person I am, I would step in right here and ask him has he seen a certain Ravenclaw 7th year lately.Ron's face cracked into an evil grin and he was just about to open his mouth and voice his thoughts when Dean suddenly averted his gaze to check out the rest of the players.
"Ron? Ron, I don't like that look on your face.what are you plotting?"
"What?" muttered Ron as he snapped back to it. "Oh, right, nothing. I was just thinking of new hexes for uh.Malfoy."
"Oh. I see" said Dean but his eyes still showed a little suspicion.
Meanwhile, Harry had taken his shirt off and Lavender was squealing in delight. This is going to be a long trip, thought Harry with a sigh.
*
The girls strode purposefully down the long narrow aisle and burst into the boys' compartment. Or what they thought was the boy's compartment. Oh no, thought Hermione, after I gave myself such a self confidence boost I go and waste it on the wrong person!
"What do you want mudblood?" said an all too familiar voice. An all too familiar voice that belonged to a boy with all too familiar boy with platinum coloured hair.
"Sorry, Malfoy. I didn't realise. I thought this was a different compartment. I didn't realise." Hermione faltered to a stop. So much for self confidence 101.
"Well if you have no other business here, then get out. We wouldn't want your filthy mudblood germs polluting out lovely pure blood air would we?"
Hermione froze as tears welled up in her eyes. She didn't even know why. It's not like he hadn't called her that before. It wasn't even that the whole compartment was staring at her with cold hatred in there eyes. And as Ginny hurriedly pulled her out of the compartment behind her, she didn't know that Draco's hand had twitched in Pansy's vice like grip because he had felt the sudden urge to wipe away the solitary tear that was falling down her porcelain face.
*
"Ok Ron, truth or dare?" asked Harry who was trying as hard as possible to look as though he was enjoying this mindless torture.
"Hit me with a dare."
"I dare you to.kiss Parvati."
"What!" Hissed an enraged Ron. But before he could protest any further, Parvati had grabbed his head, swung it round to face her and planted a big wet one smack bang on target. Ron's whole system was in shock and so he couldn't move. Parvati took his not pulling away as an invite to come on in.
"MM! MM!!!" yelled an indignant Ron as a plea for help but everybody was in too much shock to do anything but stare because right at that moment, Hermione walked in.
*
When Hermione was a little girl, her mother used to tell her that one day; the man she loved would come and sweep her off her feet, like a knight in shining armour. And they would fall in love and live happily ever after. And Hermione had believed her with all of her tiny little heart and she'd never forgotten it. Of course, over the years, she had realised that this was unlikely to happen but she still kept that twinkle of hope because something inside of her told her that if she just kept at it and persevered, she would get what she wished for eventually. She had waited a long time. And she was losing faith fast but somewhere for some reason she had a feeling that that faith would one day be crushed and she'd be left with nothing left. That day came the day she walked in on Ron kissing Parvati.
"Uh.um.I'm sorry. I just need to get my things.my robes.in my bag. Merlin's beard! Why can't I talk like I'm not completely retarded? She thought in a panicky state. She hesitantly moved towards her trunk but kept her eyes glued on Parvati who was clamped onto Ron's torso like sticky glue and Ron himself who was struggling to pry her arms off him while simultaneously giving Hermione a look that said Sorry! It meant nothing. Really. But why would he be feeling guilty if there was nothing going on between us? And it's not like he was feeling anything for her. He hadn't shown any interest in her before.
Ron meanwhile was thinking exactly the same thing. Why should I care? Why do I feel so guilty? We're not going out. I'm a free man! So why do I care?
"Uh Hermione? Yeah, over hear honey" said a honey sweet voice, snapping her out of her Paranoia daze. Lavender clicked her perfectly manicured fingers to catch Hermione's attention. "Well as you may as noticed, we're kind of in the middle of something," she commented, stated the painfully obvious to Hermione. "So if you'd like to get your robes and be on your way, it would be much appreciated" She said in her sugar coated voice.
Hermione was taken aback. There wasn't any need to be so rude... She retained her prim and proper posture. "Well yes, I'm sure you all wouldn't want me sitting here watching you play tonsil hockey with each other." Whoa.Where did that come from? She hastily gathered her robes and was about to turn away when Ron stopped her.
"Look, Hermione we were just-" But she didn't want to hear it.
"Ron...Just.Urgh!" And with as much dignity as she could muster, she turned and stormed out and close the door behind her with a bang that could be heard in Diagon Alley.
The room was silent for a few moments before Ron spoke up.
"Erm...What's hockey?
HEY! This is my first Fic, so please review. But I'm not one of those people who say I'll only update when you make 15 reviews or whatever. But please do review! Constructive criticism allowed! But if you don't like it fluffy, don't read because its how I like it. No flames!
~C~