Authors Note: I don't own anything. This is a story, that's semi goes by
the plot of Impulse. The story is also very AU. I'm not sure if this might
be a little confusing for you, but if it is, please tell me, so I can
explain.
Pairings : Harry/Hermione
(The title is a real word, its a song by The Mars Volta)
-x- Inertiatic -x-
Harry Potter had marveled around his grandmother's home in Hogsmeade the past few hours or so, grazing his fingers over old books, and picture frames, showing pictures of their warm family. As his mother and him wandered around the premises looking at items they'd want to bring to their own homes in London.
"We can't take everything son," His mother said softly, with sadness in her emerald eyes.
"I'm just thinking about her Mum," Harry said but couldn't bring himself to look at his mother, fearing that he'd break on into a sob remembering his dead grandmother.
"Harry," Lily said, making her son to look up towards her to see his eyes meant he didn't want to talk about it.
"I'm worried about you Harry," Lily worried. She wanted the best for her only son. And it killed her for the pain in his eyes.
"Why? I'm fine," Harry responded but his voice told her otherwise.
"You're alone," Lily said as she walked up to him, resting her delicate hand on his shoulder. "You shouldn't be alone."
"I'm not alone, I have friends, I date; I was even engaged last year," Harry replied back quickly.
"I just want you to be happy, and find pure love like your father and I did," Lily said with an expression on her face showing the longing for her husband, James Potter.
"You and Dad were lucky," Lily said as she brought her hand in front of her body, slipping off her most prized possession off her finger, her wedding ring.
"I want you to have this Harry," Lily said as she placed it on the palm of this hand, closing his fingers around it.
"There is no way I'm taking that from you. I know it reminds you of Dad, I want you to keep it. We talked about this before; you can give it to me when I find a fiancé, and that defiantly hasn't happened yet," Harry said trying to give it back to his mother.
"I'm giving it to you," Lily said with a look on her face that said to not argue with her. This is what she wanted, Harry realized. He hesitated for a moment, but soon slipped the ring into his pocket.
"This doesn't feel right," Harry said.
"It will, give it time," Lily said. On the day of the funeral, the air smelled like warm butterbeer, Ariel Potter's favorite scent. The warm scent greeted Hermione Granger as she stepped out of her blue pick up truck. Hogsmeade Square was crowded with people, who came from all over town for the service of Ariel Potter. Hermione smiled to herself, as she heard the Hogwarts song playing rather than a funeral dirge, its how she always wanted to be remembered. Hermione tied her long bushy brown hair into a tight ponytail as she walked through the crowed of people. The Square was crammed with adults and children, Hermione figured nobody was going to miss this, since everyone loved the Potter family.
Just thinking about the name Potter brought thoughts of Harry into her mind. Even though she hadn't seen him for eight years, she knew she would be able to stop him from running through her mind. She intended to wait sometime before looking for Harry, but instead her eyes went directly to him, as if they knew exactly where he was. Harry, of course, stood out from the regular Hogsmeade crow, with his messy hair, and his green polo shirt, that of course marked this year's style; you'd know instantly that he was from the city of London. She couldn't help but watch him as he talked with old buddies from his Hogwarts days. Of course Ron Weasley was at his side, joking around with the other boys, no doubt talking about the women in their lives.
Hermione hated to admit it, but she was expecting a lady to have come with him, after all he was Harry Potter. But she was glad he hadn't brought one, or else she would have been crushed. After Hermione and Ariel became good neighbor friends, she had told Hermione that Harry had been in two serious relationships, both ending badly. She knew that Harry's Mother still wore the heirloom ring, which would be Harry's as soon as he chose his bride, so that meant Harry was not engaged to anybody, at the present time being. At one time, Hermione thought the ring would one day belong to her, but those days were over. Besides, if Harry would have brought a woman with him into Hogsmeade, Hermione would have known. The town of Hogsmeade was such a small town, the smallest piece of gossip spread like wild fire. So if the grandson of Ariel Potter indeed had a girlfriend, Hermione was sure to know. Hermione decided to delay talking to Harry right away, so she mingled with a few old friends. She knew it was common decency to apologize for Harry's loss, no matter how scared she was to speak with him. She wished she hadn't avoided Harry all these years; it would have made it extremely easier to approach him now.
Hermione's palms became sweaty and her stomach had nonstop butterflies. She feared that her emotional attachment to him still existed, but she doubted he felt the same way. Not after what she did to him. Hermione noticed her parents at the food table, and walked right over.
"May I cut in?" Hermione said, not even bothering for an answer and went in between them.
"Gosh! What rude people these days," Hermione's mother said with a laugh, giving her daughter a hug. "You look so pretty today, Hermione. If only you'd do something with that wild hair of yours."
"I'll keep that in time next time mother," Hermione said quickly. "Have you seen Harry?" Her mother asked, curious of Hermione's answer.
"Sort of," Hermione replied.
"I was just telling your father, how handsome he has become, even more so than when he was a young boy," Hermione's mother said. Hermione had to agree, Harry had grown more handsome, but then again, she had always thought he was the best looking man.
"I'm sure Harry is no longer interested in me, mother. And I am no longer interested in him," Hermione said, not looking into her mother's eyes. That was of course not true, she's always been interested in him.
"People change Hermione," Hermione's mother said, "Draco Malfoy was a huge mistake on your part, I'm sure Harry can understand that."
"Please don't try to be a match maker, Ariel tried, and it annoyed me. I broke up with Harry eight years ago for a reason, he has known about my divorce with Draco for two years, so I know he hasn't made up his mind, if he had don't you think he would have come back?"
"I just think he doesn't understand everything," Her mother argued.
"No, he does understand everything, mother. He is still careful, practical, unromantic Harry; lovely to look at, but boring to hold," Hermione argued back.
"Hermione!"
Hermione didn't exactly know that though. She still remembered the nights in the Astronomy Town long ago. Just the thought brought a zing of sexual excitement to her, even after all these years. He had made it perfectly clear, that he didn't want to get married, even if she wanted too. He had decided he needed to finish up at the Auror Academy, and get a job before they got 'involved.' Hermione told him cruelly that she couldn't wait that long, and a month later she married Draco. And he didn't say one thing about it. Hermione excused herself from the line, she wasn't able to eat in the first place, and slowly walked to one of the empty picnic tables set up for the guests. Across the street Harry took his moments alone to look for Hermione. And the sight of her made a tug at his heart. He realized that all the women he's dated, all had the featured Hermione had. Tall, slim waist, long brown hair, but not one had the same fetish for books that she had. In the last eight years he had been to bed with two women and almost married one, but that soon ended when he called her Hermione, in the midst of a passionate moment. After he heard of Hermione's divorce, his grandmother urged him to contact Hermione, but he had too much pride and fear of getting rejected, again.
Pairings : Harry/Hermione
(The title is a real word, its a song by The Mars Volta)
-x- Inertiatic -x-
Harry Potter had marveled around his grandmother's home in Hogsmeade the past few hours or so, grazing his fingers over old books, and picture frames, showing pictures of their warm family. As his mother and him wandered around the premises looking at items they'd want to bring to their own homes in London.
"We can't take everything son," His mother said softly, with sadness in her emerald eyes.
"I'm just thinking about her Mum," Harry said but couldn't bring himself to look at his mother, fearing that he'd break on into a sob remembering his dead grandmother.
"Harry," Lily said, making her son to look up towards her to see his eyes meant he didn't want to talk about it.
"I'm worried about you Harry," Lily worried. She wanted the best for her only son. And it killed her for the pain in his eyes.
"Why? I'm fine," Harry responded but his voice told her otherwise.
"You're alone," Lily said as she walked up to him, resting her delicate hand on his shoulder. "You shouldn't be alone."
"I'm not alone, I have friends, I date; I was even engaged last year," Harry replied back quickly.
"I just want you to be happy, and find pure love like your father and I did," Lily said with an expression on her face showing the longing for her husband, James Potter.
"You and Dad were lucky," Lily said as she brought her hand in front of her body, slipping off her most prized possession off her finger, her wedding ring.
"I want you to have this Harry," Lily said as she placed it on the palm of this hand, closing his fingers around it.
"There is no way I'm taking that from you. I know it reminds you of Dad, I want you to keep it. We talked about this before; you can give it to me when I find a fiancé, and that defiantly hasn't happened yet," Harry said trying to give it back to his mother.
"I'm giving it to you," Lily said with a look on her face that said to not argue with her. This is what she wanted, Harry realized. He hesitated for a moment, but soon slipped the ring into his pocket.
"This doesn't feel right," Harry said.
"It will, give it time," Lily said. On the day of the funeral, the air smelled like warm butterbeer, Ariel Potter's favorite scent. The warm scent greeted Hermione Granger as she stepped out of her blue pick up truck. Hogsmeade Square was crowded with people, who came from all over town for the service of Ariel Potter. Hermione smiled to herself, as she heard the Hogwarts song playing rather than a funeral dirge, its how she always wanted to be remembered. Hermione tied her long bushy brown hair into a tight ponytail as she walked through the crowed of people. The Square was crammed with adults and children, Hermione figured nobody was going to miss this, since everyone loved the Potter family.
Just thinking about the name Potter brought thoughts of Harry into her mind. Even though she hadn't seen him for eight years, she knew she would be able to stop him from running through her mind. She intended to wait sometime before looking for Harry, but instead her eyes went directly to him, as if they knew exactly where he was. Harry, of course, stood out from the regular Hogsmeade crow, with his messy hair, and his green polo shirt, that of course marked this year's style; you'd know instantly that he was from the city of London. She couldn't help but watch him as he talked with old buddies from his Hogwarts days. Of course Ron Weasley was at his side, joking around with the other boys, no doubt talking about the women in their lives.
Hermione hated to admit it, but she was expecting a lady to have come with him, after all he was Harry Potter. But she was glad he hadn't brought one, or else she would have been crushed. After Hermione and Ariel became good neighbor friends, she had told Hermione that Harry had been in two serious relationships, both ending badly. She knew that Harry's Mother still wore the heirloom ring, which would be Harry's as soon as he chose his bride, so that meant Harry was not engaged to anybody, at the present time being. At one time, Hermione thought the ring would one day belong to her, but those days were over. Besides, if Harry would have brought a woman with him into Hogsmeade, Hermione would have known. The town of Hogsmeade was such a small town, the smallest piece of gossip spread like wild fire. So if the grandson of Ariel Potter indeed had a girlfriend, Hermione was sure to know. Hermione decided to delay talking to Harry right away, so she mingled with a few old friends. She knew it was common decency to apologize for Harry's loss, no matter how scared she was to speak with him. She wished she hadn't avoided Harry all these years; it would have made it extremely easier to approach him now.
Hermione's palms became sweaty and her stomach had nonstop butterflies. She feared that her emotional attachment to him still existed, but she doubted he felt the same way. Not after what she did to him. Hermione noticed her parents at the food table, and walked right over.
"May I cut in?" Hermione said, not even bothering for an answer and went in between them.
"Gosh! What rude people these days," Hermione's mother said with a laugh, giving her daughter a hug. "You look so pretty today, Hermione. If only you'd do something with that wild hair of yours."
"I'll keep that in time next time mother," Hermione said quickly. "Have you seen Harry?" Her mother asked, curious of Hermione's answer.
"Sort of," Hermione replied.
"I was just telling your father, how handsome he has become, even more so than when he was a young boy," Hermione's mother said. Hermione had to agree, Harry had grown more handsome, but then again, she had always thought he was the best looking man.
"I'm sure Harry is no longer interested in me, mother. And I am no longer interested in him," Hermione said, not looking into her mother's eyes. That was of course not true, she's always been interested in him.
"People change Hermione," Hermione's mother said, "Draco Malfoy was a huge mistake on your part, I'm sure Harry can understand that."
"Please don't try to be a match maker, Ariel tried, and it annoyed me. I broke up with Harry eight years ago for a reason, he has known about my divorce with Draco for two years, so I know he hasn't made up his mind, if he had don't you think he would have come back?"
"I just think he doesn't understand everything," Her mother argued.
"No, he does understand everything, mother. He is still careful, practical, unromantic Harry; lovely to look at, but boring to hold," Hermione argued back.
"Hermione!"
Hermione didn't exactly know that though. She still remembered the nights in the Astronomy Town long ago. Just the thought brought a zing of sexual excitement to her, even after all these years. He had made it perfectly clear, that he didn't want to get married, even if she wanted too. He had decided he needed to finish up at the Auror Academy, and get a job before they got 'involved.' Hermione told him cruelly that she couldn't wait that long, and a month later she married Draco. And he didn't say one thing about it. Hermione excused herself from the line, she wasn't able to eat in the first place, and slowly walked to one of the empty picnic tables set up for the guests. Across the street Harry took his moments alone to look for Hermione. And the sight of her made a tug at his heart. He realized that all the women he's dated, all had the featured Hermione had. Tall, slim waist, long brown hair, but not one had the same fetish for books that she had. In the last eight years he had been to bed with two women and almost married one, but that soon ended when he called her Hermione, in the midst of a passionate moment. After he heard of Hermione's divorce, his grandmother urged him to contact Hermione, but he had too much pride and fear of getting rejected, again.