"Complicated"
Author: Birdie
Rating: PG-13 *For swearing and a sexual dream sequence**Very mild*
Summary: Hermione thinks of herself as a smart, perfect girl, but there are four other boys who see her in much different perspectives. It's a race to tell Hermione how they really feel. Who will be the one to tell Hermione that they are in love with her? Love PENTAGON! Hermione/?/?/?/?
"Dry Sun"~
Silence... Silence... The slow ticking of the large clock, tick, tock, tick, tock... BING! The loud cry that issued from the mouths of 14 Gryffindors and 15 Ravenclaws made poor little Professor Flitwick fall from his stack of books piled on his desk. They were finished, the final exams were complete for the seventh years! Professor Flitwick slowly climbed back onto his desk to find the room completely deserted, with the exception of a few parchments still floating slowly to the floor. The old man shook his head and sighed, "I pity our world that is now going to have to accept this class as the generation we will depend on. They are a wild group, they are." He climbed down from his desk to pick up an exam parchment that someone had accidentally thrown in the air with the other parchment and continued to sigh in pity for the unsuspecting wizarding world.
Hermione Granger closed her eyes and relaxed. It was all over, she would never have to take an exam, or study late nights, or even worry about extra credit ever again. She began to sob. It wasn't supposed to end so soon! Continuing to worry about this, Hermione fell into a light sleep under the beating sun...
'"Now, we are all gathered here to congratulate the greatest student in the history of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the student with the highest grades in the wizarding world, and the student who has never gotten any lower than an 'A+' in all her work. Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to present you with Hermione Granger, the universe's greatest student!" Minister Cornelius fudge stepped aside to present Hermione dressed in a dark blue graduation robe with a great smile plastered on her face. She walked up to the Minister and accepted a scroll from him. Hermione turned around and shook hands with him and then Professor Dumbledore who gave her a great smile, then to professor McGonagall who shook her hand and gave her a warm hug. It was genuine pride in the eyes of her Headmaster and dear Professor. Hermione then turned to the crowd. There was a sudden eruption from them, with camera lights flashing, cheering, clapping, and all around joy, Hemrione lifted her scroll above her head in a triumphant cry. The crowd cheered even louder, if possible. "Hermione! Hermione! Hermione!" They all began to chant.'
"Hermione! Hermione! Get up, common, we are leaving now!" It was Ron. He had grown quite a bit since we had left him in fourth year. Still all red hair and freckles, lanky and quite clumsy, Ron was still the same ole' boy, just five inches taller. Hermione smiled, she didn't want to be disturbed, but she couldn't help but smile as she saw her best friend bounding up to her with Harry at his heels. "Hermione, the train is going to leave without us." He grabbed her wrists and pulled her off the ground. It was times like these when Hermione was happiest, just being with her two best friends.
~*~*~*~*~
Ron saw her in the distance, just lounging on the grass under the sun. She was beautiful. He momentarily lapsed out of the real world, and began to daydream while Harry was trying to talk to him.
'"Love, I am home!" Ron hollered as he came through the door of this twenty-four story mansion. He sighed as he saw his beautiful wife walk through the kitchen door. She was absolutely glowing. Her hair was still the same wonderful brown that he had always loved. Her eyes were large pools of coffee colored wonder. Hermione still had a figure as an hourglass, with the exception of a bulging tummy.
Ron walked over to his wife and kissed her gently. "Hello, Love, how was your day?" She asked warmly as Ron patted her stomach lightly.
"Well, at noon I had lunch with the Minister of Magic to discuss the dragon problem in Cambridge. Then, after a small National Competition of Wizarding Chess, in which I won first, as always, I went back to work. We were in Madrid, Spain today. The team was a little nervous, but being the best Captain of the Chudly Cannons in their history, they relaxed and we won, again. I had a fairly good day, I suppose, and you my dear?" Hermione smiled at her husband and kissed him again.
"Well, I finished making all of the sweaters for you team for when you go to Greenland, I polished all one thousand seven hundred and ninety eight of your trophies, because I know that you love it so much, and I took Nelson to Diagon alley to buy a book." Ron came closer and hugged her. Suddenly, a rush of red blob sped past them into the kitchen to steal cookies before dinner. But with his great Quidditch reflexes, Ron was able to stop the blur before he was able to make it to the kitchen. "Nelson, what has your mother said about spoiling your dinner?" Ron asked the small boy. Nelson looked up at his father and grinned. He was an exact replica of Ron, except he had Hermione's brains and her feet. Nelson did not have large feet like his father. Ron began to chuckle and gave his boy a hug as well. They all went into the kitchen to have a wonderful dinner that their two thousand house elves made. Hermione turned to him, "Ron? Do you understand what I am saying?"'
"Ron? Hullo? Earth to Ron? Do you understand?" Harry began to poke his friend's shoulder until the glazed look vanished from his face. "What Harry?" Ron groaned, he rubbed his sore shoulder and stared at his best friend. "What is with you? Are you sick?" Harry asked, the concern evident in his eyes. "Oh look, there's Hermione!" Ron changed the subject quickly and started to run towards her. Harry shrugged and started to follow him.
~*~*~*~*~
Hogsmeade was busy with students lining into the train station, farewells were said and tears were shed. Harry followed his friends into their compartment in the back of the train and sat down next to the window, across from Hermione and next to Ginny. Ginny was staring at him again. She was cute and everything, but Ginny was just not right for him. After seven years, one would think that she would get over her infatuation with him. No, it didn't. What was it about Ginny that Harry didn't like? She wasn't Hermione. To Harry, Hermione was a goddess, a great beauty that always loves adventure. Harry settled back for the long ride home, Hermione and Ginny's voices in the background talking about their after summer plans. Soon, there was only quiet, and darkness...
'The darkness engulfed them completely and chilled their very souls. Where were they? Harry stuck out his hand next to him to feel anything at his side. His hand brushed against a hip next to him, he began to relax. "Harry," came a whisper close to his shoulder. "Do you think they are here?" Harry continued to stare into the darkness. "Yes," he whispered back. A shuffle in the distance made Harry and Hermione pick up their heads in attention, there was defiantly someone there. "NOW!" Harry yelled. Hermione whipped out her wand and began to mutter a complicated spell. Harry shouted "Lumos" and saw the three death eaters in front of him, trying to torture a young wizard. Harry kicked the head deatheater to the floor and caught his wand in mid air. Hexes were flying all around, but Harry deflected them as he was running and ducking around the room. Harry looked back at Hermione quickly to check her progress. She was nearly finished. He threw a couple more hexes and hit the fatter of the three. With a loud thud, he fell to the floor. "Bam emus aiemus!" She finished her spell. The three Deatheaters tensed up and fell to the floor, paralyzed. A small light came from the tip of Hermione's wand and encircled them. They were floating in mid air tied together with the unbreakable light. Harry collected the wands and untied the captive. He walked over to his wife and kissed her with a firey passion as she held her wand steady. "Come, Love, let's go home now." He intuined their hand together as the three Deatheaters floated behind. "Potter, you idiot, are you having a good nap?" Their leader said.
"Stupid Potter, is the little baby tiered?" Draco asked with mock concern. Harry woke up and stared at him groggily. "Ron, since when was this compartment infested?" He asked, trying to stifle a yawn. Hermione giggled at his comment and that is when Draco turned his stare to her. She was always around Potter and Weasley, and it made him want to puke his guts out. She deserved better. She deserved someone who could give her everything she wanted and much more. She needed someone to show her what a REAL man can do for her. A small growl erupted from the depths of his body. He wanted her, he loved her. No, Malfoys do not love, just lust. He lusted after her. Draco did not want to look at her anymore or he might do something he would regret later, so he leaving the compartment seemed like the most reasonable thing to do. Crabbe and Goyle followed loyaly.
~*~*~*~*~
When he got back to his compartment, he stared out the window and watched the hills rolling by. He wanted to think about her. He just pictured her in his head, when suddenly, the green hills turned into a dark green room and the blue sky went black. Unseen wands were flashing red sparks everywhere. There was Hermione in the middle of the room wearing dark green lingerie. Her brown hair was draping over her shoulders, her chocolate eyes filled with desire and mischief. She came nearer with her wand in hand. He wondered what she was going to do with that... She stood in front of him and held her wand in one hand, with a wave, it turned into a black horsewhip. She ran it through her hands and then continued to walk to Draco. He was smiling just as she was. She walked closer to him, her hands running down his chest, lower, lower. Draco was dying with anticipation and happiness. Hermione leaned in closer and whispered, "Draco, do you want anything to eat?"
Draco snapped out of his pleasant state and gave Crabbe death glares.
"No, I don't want anything to eat." He said miserably. Crabbe shook his head at the old witch with the food cart and she left their doorway, Neville following behind her. He began to chuckle when he thought of Hermione saying that. If only. He went back to staring out the window and dreaming more of Hermione and her horsewhip.
~*~*~*~*~
Neville followed the old witch with the cart all the way to the end of the train where he knew Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione were sitting. Hermione. He sighed inwardly as he thought of his Hermione. She had always been there for him, even at his worst times. He began to drift into a daze as the lunch witch lazily rolled the cart along...
'A bright, bouncing sun merrily danced all over the green grass and caressed the earth with lively shadows. This jovial picture was completed with a clear blue sky and white, fluffy clouds, the ones that you want to dance on. On one of the hundreds of rolling hills sat a blue cottage with a yellow door and a straw roof. Neville looked at his picturesque little home with pride. The canary yellow door opened and a beautiful woman with dark brown curls adorning her head walked out with a broom and apron in hand. "Neville!" She called to him as she dropped her broom and ran to him. "Hello Hermione! Oh, Love, how are you?" He asked as he kissed her. Hermione took his hand and led him into the house, sat him down in one of the chairs and made him a cup of her special tea. "Well, Hermione, I had a very rough day, I need to have a meeting with my boss tonight, so I will need supper soon, is that alright, darling?" He asked her with pleading eyes. Hermione kissed him again and went to work on their dinner. After twenty minutes of waving her wand over simmering pots and pans, she was able to have dinner made and on the table. Neville came into the kitchen with his robes neatened and straitened as he walked over to Hermione. He handed her a rose. She took it into her hands and smelled it. She smiled as it began to change from red to pink to white to green to purple with little words appearing in a fine script around the delicate petals. 'I Love you, Hermione.' They said. Hermione sighed and gave her husband a hug.
After their dinner, she began to clean up as Neville sat to prepare himself for the meeting with his boss.
"Neville, what are the stats of the plants now?" His boss demanded as his balding head continued to rest in the flames. The meeting was going very smoothly, until now that is. "Er... The stats? Er..." Neville mentally kicked himself. He hadn't checked the stats in four months, and who knew his boss would ask for growth rates of the Italian Speckled Spoutless Shrub! Neville began to sweat and stutter when he was reminded of his school days. A greasy, scowling Severus Snape popped back into his mind, spinning and whirling him into confusion. Neville paled. He looked around for inspiration.
"Neville, darling..." He heard Hermione call from the back of the room. She was carrying a tray with tea and biscuits and a small daisy.
"Well good afternoon, Mrs. Longbottom! You look absolutely lovely this evening." The head in the flames said. "Why thank you, Mr. Toulousse, I was just bringing in some cakes for you two. Good night, sir." She said as she walked past the fireplace and placed the tray on the oak coffee table. "Good night, love." She kissed her husband on the cheek, and winked at him and walked to the stairs. Neville stared at the cakes and flower. In an instant, one of the cakes turned into a little piece of paper with small numbers written on it in Hermione's curvy numbers. She had saved him again. They were the stats to the plant's growth. He recalled his potions classes again and thought of Snape and how he didn't look so bad when Hermione was there, helping him.
He turned his attention back to his boss. "Well?" Mr. Toulousse asked. "Aren't you going to sit down, Neveille?"
"What?" Neveille snapped out of his daydream. It was Ginny talking to him. "Right, yes." He said as he clumsily sat next to Ron. Hermione was staring out the window, just gazing, sighing. Ron sighed, Harry sighed, Neville sighed, Ginny grunted. They were all staring at Hermione, except Ginny who was staring at Harry. This was an awkward sight, indeed.
~@~~@~~@~~@~
They all descended from the train onto the platform. It was the last time that they would be able to do this as students. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood in a corner, just staring at the floor, an uncomfortable silence surrounding them.
"What are you two all upset for? We are going to see each other again! Common! Lighten up, you can come to my house for the summer. You both are welcomed!" Ron said cheerfully. Personally, he only wanted Hermione to come, but Harry would feel left out. Harry looked up at his friend. Summer at Ron's meant more time with Hermione. This would be a great summer.
Hermione looked around the platform. She saw her parents in one corner, waving and smiling as usual. "Good bye, Harry, Ron. I will miss you, but don't worry, I'll be at your house soon, Ron. I'll see you two faster than you can say 'Speeddemon4000'!" With that, she hugged them both and ran to her parents. Ron and Harry stood there, enjoying the after effect of her embrace.
"Harry, I think I'm in love." Ron said, hazily.
"Yeah, me too..." Harry replied.
It took about .26 seconds for them to realize what they both had just confessed. "WHAT?!" They both yelled. "You love Hermione?" Ron asked. "Don't be so surprised, you do too!" Harry retorted. They both were sharing glances of confusion and loathing to one another when Neville walked up to them, totally unnoticed, stood next to Ron and cleared his throat. No reaction came from Ron or Harry but heavy breathing, so he continued. "Ron, Harry, I know Hermione is your best friend, so I thought I should ask permission if I could date her. I... I... er... think I love her."
Quiet... The pause that filled the gap between these three boys frightened Neville. "What did you say?" Ron asked, fire burning in his eyes. "I love Hermione. I would like to date her." Neville continued, with a little bit more confidence.
Harry and Ron looked at each other and then finally at Neville. "We have a bit of a problem here, Neville. You see, Harry and I love Hermione too. So no. You can't have her." Ron declared.
"Well, who died and made her yours?" Questioned Harry.
"That is not fair! Just because you two are her best friends, it doesn't mean that you get to date her first!" Neville complained.
Draco Malfoy was dragging his trunk to the platform when he heard a rather interesting conversation...
"That is not fair! Just because you two are her best friends, it doesn't mean that you two get to date her first!" He heard Neville shout at Potter and Weasley. This was good. This was very good. So Potter, Weasley and Longbottom have a thing for his Granger. He would put and end to this now. He stalked over to where the three were bickering and folded his arms across his chest. With his smug smile across his face, he made his entrance into the conversation.
"Well boys, it looks like you are all wasting your breath. Granger will only love one, and that is the one that will make her feel like a real woman. She needs a real man. She needs me. She wants me." He said.
Harry, Ron and Neville all rolled their eyes. "Oh fuck! Not you too!" Ron complained. Draco only smiled even more.
"Granger already loves me, I know it. She will be begging on here knees for me any day now." Draco said that without a trace of sarcasm, which angered Ron and Harry. Neville was still shocked that he, Ron, Harry and Draco were all in love with Hermione. What would she say?
Harry was suddenly struck with inspiration. Little did he know, Ron, Neville and Draco were also hit by the same muse. They all looked at each other, and as if an agreement were made, they all ran for the platform exit. It had started.
Author: Birdie
Rating: PG-13 *For swearing and a sexual dream sequence**Very mild*
Summary: Hermione thinks of herself as a smart, perfect girl, but there are four other boys who see her in much different perspectives. It's a race to tell Hermione how they really feel. Who will be the one to tell Hermione that they are in love with her? Love PENTAGON! Hermione/?/?/?/?
"Dry Sun"~
Silence... Silence... The slow ticking of the large clock, tick, tock, tick, tock... BING! The loud cry that issued from the mouths of 14 Gryffindors and 15 Ravenclaws made poor little Professor Flitwick fall from his stack of books piled on his desk. They were finished, the final exams were complete for the seventh years! Professor Flitwick slowly climbed back onto his desk to find the room completely deserted, with the exception of a few parchments still floating slowly to the floor. The old man shook his head and sighed, "I pity our world that is now going to have to accept this class as the generation we will depend on. They are a wild group, they are." He climbed down from his desk to pick up an exam parchment that someone had accidentally thrown in the air with the other parchment and continued to sigh in pity for the unsuspecting wizarding world.
Hermione Granger closed her eyes and relaxed. It was all over, she would never have to take an exam, or study late nights, or even worry about extra credit ever again. She began to sob. It wasn't supposed to end so soon! Continuing to worry about this, Hermione fell into a light sleep under the beating sun...
'"Now, we are all gathered here to congratulate the greatest student in the history of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the student with the highest grades in the wizarding world, and the student who has never gotten any lower than an 'A+' in all her work. Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to present you with Hermione Granger, the universe's greatest student!" Minister Cornelius fudge stepped aside to present Hermione dressed in a dark blue graduation robe with a great smile plastered on her face. She walked up to the Minister and accepted a scroll from him. Hermione turned around and shook hands with him and then Professor Dumbledore who gave her a great smile, then to professor McGonagall who shook her hand and gave her a warm hug. It was genuine pride in the eyes of her Headmaster and dear Professor. Hermione then turned to the crowd. There was a sudden eruption from them, with camera lights flashing, cheering, clapping, and all around joy, Hemrione lifted her scroll above her head in a triumphant cry. The crowd cheered even louder, if possible. "Hermione! Hermione! Hermione!" They all began to chant.'
"Hermione! Hermione! Get up, common, we are leaving now!" It was Ron. He had grown quite a bit since we had left him in fourth year. Still all red hair and freckles, lanky and quite clumsy, Ron was still the same ole' boy, just five inches taller. Hermione smiled, she didn't want to be disturbed, but she couldn't help but smile as she saw her best friend bounding up to her with Harry at his heels. "Hermione, the train is going to leave without us." He grabbed her wrists and pulled her off the ground. It was times like these when Hermione was happiest, just being with her two best friends.
~*~*~*~*~
Ron saw her in the distance, just lounging on the grass under the sun. She was beautiful. He momentarily lapsed out of the real world, and began to daydream while Harry was trying to talk to him.
'"Love, I am home!" Ron hollered as he came through the door of this twenty-four story mansion. He sighed as he saw his beautiful wife walk through the kitchen door. She was absolutely glowing. Her hair was still the same wonderful brown that he had always loved. Her eyes were large pools of coffee colored wonder. Hermione still had a figure as an hourglass, with the exception of a bulging tummy.
Ron walked over to his wife and kissed her gently. "Hello, Love, how was your day?" She asked warmly as Ron patted her stomach lightly.
"Well, at noon I had lunch with the Minister of Magic to discuss the dragon problem in Cambridge. Then, after a small National Competition of Wizarding Chess, in which I won first, as always, I went back to work. We were in Madrid, Spain today. The team was a little nervous, but being the best Captain of the Chudly Cannons in their history, they relaxed and we won, again. I had a fairly good day, I suppose, and you my dear?" Hermione smiled at her husband and kissed him again.
"Well, I finished making all of the sweaters for you team for when you go to Greenland, I polished all one thousand seven hundred and ninety eight of your trophies, because I know that you love it so much, and I took Nelson to Diagon alley to buy a book." Ron came closer and hugged her. Suddenly, a rush of red blob sped past them into the kitchen to steal cookies before dinner. But with his great Quidditch reflexes, Ron was able to stop the blur before he was able to make it to the kitchen. "Nelson, what has your mother said about spoiling your dinner?" Ron asked the small boy. Nelson looked up at his father and grinned. He was an exact replica of Ron, except he had Hermione's brains and her feet. Nelson did not have large feet like his father. Ron began to chuckle and gave his boy a hug as well. They all went into the kitchen to have a wonderful dinner that their two thousand house elves made. Hermione turned to him, "Ron? Do you understand what I am saying?"'
"Ron? Hullo? Earth to Ron? Do you understand?" Harry began to poke his friend's shoulder until the glazed look vanished from his face. "What Harry?" Ron groaned, he rubbed his sore shoulder and stared at his best friend. "What is with you? Are you sick?" Harry asked, the concern evident in his eyes. "Oh look, there's Hermione!" Ron changed the subject quickly and started to run towards her. Harry shrugged and started to follow him.
~*~*~*~*~
Hogsmeade was busy with students lining into the train station, farewells were said and tears were shed. Harry followed his friends into their compartment in the back of the train and sat down next to the window, across from Hermione and next to Ginny. Ginny was staring at him again. She was cute and everything, but Ginny was just not right for him. After seven years, one would think that she would get over her infatuation with him. No, it didn't. What was it about Ginny that Harry didn't like? She wasn't Hermione. To Harry, Hermione was a goddess, a great beauty that always loves adventure. Harry settled back for the long ride home, Hermione and Ginny's voices in the background talking about their after summer plans. Soon, there was only quiet, and darkness...
'The darkness engulfed them completely and chilled their very souls. Where were they? Harry stuck out his hand next to him to feel anything at his side. His hand brushed against a hip next to him, he began to relax. "Harry," came a whisper close to his shoulder. "Do you think they are here?" Harry continued to stare into the darkness. "Yes," he whispered back. A shuffle in the distance made Harry and Hermione pick up their heads in attention, there was defiantly someone there. "NOW!" Harry yelled. Hermione whipped out her wand and began to mutter a complicated spell. Harry shouted "Lumos" and saw the three death eaters in front of him, trying to torture a young wizard. Harry kicked the head deatheater to the floor and caught his wand in mid air. Hexes were flying all around, but Harry deflected them as he was running and ducking around the room. Harry looked back at Hermione quickly to check her progress. She was nearly finished. He threw a couple more hexes and hit the fatter of the three. With a loud thud, he fell to the floor. "Bam emus aiemus!" She finished her spell. The three Deatheaters tensed up and fell to the floor, paralyzed. A small light came from the tip of Hermione's wand and encircled them. They were floating in mid air tied together with the unbreakable light. Harry collected the wands and untied the captive. He walked over to his wife and kissed her with a firey passion as she held her wand steady. "Come, Love, let's go home now." He intuined their hand together as the three Deatheaters floated behind. "Potter, you idiot, are you having a good nap?" Their leader said.
"Stupid Potter, is the little baby tiered?" Draco asked with mock concern. Harry woke up and stared at him groggily. "Ron, since when was this compartment infested?" He asked, trying to stifle a yawn. Hermione giggled at his comment and that is when Draco turned his stare to her. She was always around Potter and Weasley, and it made him want to puke his guts out. She deserved better. She deserved someone who could give her everything she wanted and much more. She needed someone to show her what a REAL man can do for her. A small growl erupted from the depths of his body. He wanted her, he loved her. No, Malfoys do not love, just lust. He lusted after her. Draco did not want to look at her anymore or he might do something he would regret later, so he leaving the compartment seemed like the most reasonable thing to do. Crabbe and Goyle followed loyaly.
~*~*~*~*~
When he got back to his compartment, he stared out the window and watched the hills rolling by. He wanted to think about her. He just pictured her in his head, when suddenly, the green hills turned into a dark green room and the blue sky went black. Unseen wands were flashing red sparks everywhere. There was Hermione in the middle of the room wearing dark green lingerie. Her brown hair was draping over her shoulders, her chocolate eyes filled with desire and mischief. She came nearer with her wand in hand. He wondered what she was going to do with that... She stood in front of him and held her wand in one hand, with a wave, it turned into a black horsewhip. She ran it through her hands and then continued to walk to Draco. He was smiling just as she was. She walked closer to him, her hands running down his chest, lower, lower. Draco was dying with anticipation and happiness. Hermione leaned in closer and whispered, "Draco, do you want anything to eat?"
Draco snapped out of his pleasant state and gave Crabbe death glares.
"No, I don't want anything to eat." He said miserably. Crabbe shook his head at the old witch with the food cart and she left their doorway, Neville following behind her. He began to chuckle when he thought of Hermione saying that. If only. He went back to staring out the window and dreaming more of Hermione and her horsewhip.
~*~*~*~*~
Neville followed the old witch with the cart all the way to the end of the train where he knew Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione were sitting. Hermione. He sighed inwardly as he thought of his Hermione. She had always been there for him, even at his worst times. He began to drift into a daze as the lunch witch lazily rolled the cart along...
'A bright, bouncing sun merrily danced all over the green grass and caressed the earth with lively shadows. This jovial picture was completed with a clear blue sky and white, fluffy clouds, the ones that you want to dance on. On one of the hundreds of rolling hills sat a blue cottage with a yellow door and a straw roof. Neville looked at his picturesque little home with pride. The canary yellow door opened and a beautiful woman with dark brown curls adorning her head walked out with a broom and apron in hand. "Neville!" She called to him as she dropped her broom and ran to him. "Hello Hermione! Oh, Love, how are you?" He asked as he kissed her. Hermione took his hand and led him into the house, sat him down in one of the chairs and made him a cup of her special tea. "Well, Hermione, I had a very rough day, I need to have a meeting with my boss tonight, so I will need supper soon, is that alright, darling?" He asked her with pleading eyes. Hermione kissed him again and went to work on their dinner. After twenty minutes of waving her wand over simmering pots and pans, she was able to have dinner made and on the table. Neville came into the kitchen with his robes neatened and straitened as he walked over to Hermione. He handed her a rose. She took it into her hands and smelled it. She smiled as it began to change from red to pink to white to green to purple with little words appearing in a fine script around the delicate petals. 'I Love you, Hermione.' They said. Hermione sighed and gave her husband a hug.
After their dinner, she began to clean up as Neville sat to prepare himself for the meeting with his boss.
"Neville, what are the stats of the plants now?" His boss demanded as his balding head continued to rest in the flames. The meeting was going very smoothly, until now that is. "Er... The stats? Er..." Neville mentally kicked himself. He hadn't checked the stats in four months, and who knew his boss would ask for growth rates of the Italian Speckled Spoutless Shrub! Neville began to sweat and stutter when he was reminded of his school days. A greasy, scowling Severus Snape popped back into his mind, spinning and whirling him into confusion. Neville paled. He looked around for inspiration.
"Neville, darling..." He heard Hermione call from the back of the room. She was carrying a tray with tea and biscuits and a small daisy.
"Well good afternoon, Mrs. Longbottom! You look absolutely lovely this evening." The head in the flames said. "Why thank you, Mr. Toulousse, I was just bringing in some cakes for you two. Good night, sir." She said as she walked past the fireplace and placed the tray on the oak coffee table. "Good night, love." She kissed her husband on the cheek, and winked at him and walked to the stairs. Neville stared at the cakes and flower. In an instant, one of the cakes turned into a little piece of paper with small numbers written on it in Hermione's curvy numbers. She had saved him again. They were the stats to the plant's growth. He recalled his potions classes again and thought of Snape and how he didn't look so bad when Hermione was there, helping him.
He turned his attention back to his boss. "Well?" Mr. Toulousse asked. "Aren't you going to sit down, Neveille?"
"What?" Neveille snapped out of his daydream. It was Ginny talking to him. "Right, yes." He said as he clumsily sat next to Ron. Hermione was staring out the window, just gazing, sighing. Ron sighed, Harry sighed, Neville sighed, Ginny grunted. They were all staring at Hermione, except Ginny who was staring at Harry. This was an awkward sight, indeed.
~@~~@~~@~~@~
They all descended from the train onto the platform. It was the last time that they would be able to do this as students. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood in a corner, just staring at the floor, an uncomfortable silence surrounding them.
"What are you two all upset for? We are going to see each other again! Common! Lighten up, you can come to my house for the summer. You both are welcomed!" Ron said cheerfully. Personally, he only wanted Hermione to come, but Harry would feel left out. Harry looked up at his friend. Summer at Ron's meant more time with Hermione. This would be a great summer.
Hermione looked around the platform. She saw her parents in one corner, waving and smiling as usual. "Good bye, Harry, Ron. I will miss you, but don't worry, I'll be at your house soon, Ron. I'll see you two faster than you can say 'Speeddemon4000'!" With that, she hugged them both and ran to her parents. Ron and Harry stood there, enjoying the after effect of her embrace.
"Harry, I think I'm in love." Ron said, hazily.
"Yeah, me too..." Harry replied.
It took about .26 seconds for them to realize what they both had just confessed. "WHAT?!" They both yelled. "You love Hermione?" Ron asked. "Don't be so surprised, you do too!" Harry retorted. They both were sharing glances of confusion and loathing to one another when Neville walked up to them, totally unnoticed, stood next to Ron and cleared his throat. No reaction came from Ron or Harry but heavy breathing, so he continued. "Ron, Harry, I know Hermione is your best friend, so I thought I should ask permission if I could date her. I... I... er... think I love her."
Quiet... The pause that filled the gap between these three boys frightened Neville. "What did you say?" Ron asked, fire burning in his eyes. "I love Hermione. I would like to date her." Neville continued, with a little bit more confidence.
Harry and Ron looked at each other and then finally at Neville. "We have a bit of a problem here, Neville. You see, Harry and I love Hermione too. So no. You can't have her." Ron declared.
"Well, who died and made her yours?" Questioned Harry.
"That is not fair! Just because you two are her best friends, it doesn't mean that you get to date her first!" Neville complained.
Draco Malfoy was dragging his trunk to the platform when he heard a rather interesting conversation...
"That is not fair! Just because you two are her best friends, it doesn't mean that you two get to date her first!" He heard Neville shout at Potter and Weasley. This was good. This was very good. So Potter, Weasley and Longbottom have a thing for his Granger. He would put and end to this now. He stalked over to where the three were bickering and folded his arms across his chest. With his smug smile across his face, he made his entrance into the conversation.
"Well boys, it looks like you are all wasting your breath. Granger will only love one, and that is the one that will make her feel like a real woman. She needs a real man. She needs me. She wants me." He said.
Harry, Ron and Neville all rolled their eyes. "Oh fuck! Not you too!" Ron complained. Draco only smiled even more.
"Granger already loves me, I know it. She will be begging on here knees for me any day now." Draco said that without a trace of sarcasm, which angered Ron and Harry. Neville was still shocked that he, Ron, Harry and Draco were all in love with Hermione. What would she say?
Harry was suddenly struck with inspiration. Little did he know, Ron, Neville and Draco were also hit by the same muse. They all looked at each other, and as if an agreement were made, they all ran for the platform exit. It had started.