Ok! This is the revamped version on the first chapter! I read it and noticed some typos. I also got a review that pointed out some of the names were wrong. I AM SOOOOO SORRY!! So anyways. Hope the edited version is better! Song for this chapter... Anthem of Our Dying Day by Story of the Year DISCLAIMER: See if I owned Harry Potter, there would be a lot more skin, cussing, and smut. As it is... I don't. J.K. Rowling owns all of the original characters in their sexy goodness. All characters introduced in this and the plot belong to me.
Two small children lay outside in a field looking up at the gigantic full moon. It was obvious to tell that the two were twins. The young boy and girl looked almost exactly like each other. They could not have been any older then 11, by the way that the still laid there holding each other's hand. It was dark out and the only light came from the moon above them. They were far away from home, but they were safe, at least for now.
"Have you ever though about what it's like to live like we do?" The young girl whispered dreamily to her brother.
"What do you mean?" He asked quietly turning his head to face her. The young girl continued to stare up at the moon.
"I mean to live in a world that almost everyone else believes to be a myth. Something to tell as fairy tales to babies as the lay in their beds at night begging to hear a story."
Her brother tilted his head slightly on the ground, but the young girl started to talk again.
"The lion and the unicorn were fighting for the crown." She started.
Her brother smiled quietly and finished the rest of the rhyme, "The lion beat the unicorn all around the town. Some gave them white bread, and some gave them brown. Some gave them plum cake and drummed them out of town."
The little girl smiled and a small giggle escaped her mouth.
The boy smiled in return, "Mother sings us that."
The girl nodded her head and looked up at the moon. "In Professor Binns class he taught us about how Bowman Wright and Mnemone Radford both wanted to be the magical ruler of Wales. He said that the lion went everywhere with Wright and Radford always rode on a unicorn. Eventually-"
"Their greed caused the people to force them to leave the country as a revolt was started." The little boy finished.
"Out of all of the myths and bedtime stories out there it's interesting to think that some of them might be true. Maybe even the ones that go beyond our world." The little girl turned her face towards her brother.
"What myth would you want to be true sis?" The little boy asked quietly.
"The one about the kitsune."
"A protector. Just like that one woman told us about." The little boy filled in.
The little girl nodded her head and turned to face her brother. Her chin wobbled a little as she whispered, "I'm scared."
She squeezed her brother's hand her eyes shinning brightly as she tried to stop herself from tearing. She kept talking.
"A protector. To protect you from getting hurt like you did when . . . when there was that a-attack on H-Hogwarts last year." She said quietly as crystal tears stared to roll down the side of her face. "I don't want you to leave me. Who would be there to fix how I hold my wand, or hold my hand when I have to walk in the dark and tell me that nothing was going to happen?"
The small boy offered his sister a sad smile as he remembered how pain had erupted all throughout his chest when he took the curse that was aimed for his sister. His heart had stopped, but Madam Pomfrey revived him luckily.
He raised their twined hands and brushed her tears away before he wrapped his small arm around her and pulled her to him in a hug. She clutched onto her brother's shirt tightly and tried to keep from full out sobbing.
"Why does a war have to be going on?" She asked in between ragged breaths.
"It's alright sis." He said quietly as he tried to calm her, "It's alright. I'm here now and nothings going to happen to you or me and everyone will be fine. No one will get hurt. It's gonna be alright."
The little girl nodded her head into her twin brother's chest. He continued rubbing his sisters back.
"It's going to be alright."
Have you ever had one of those days that just seemed to be destined to be horrible from the start? The type of days where the moment you wake up in the morning everything starts going wrong? Such as you wake up late and in your rush to get up you trip over your sheets and smack your head on the end table. Then as you go into the bathroom you find your hair in a horrible rats nest and don't have anytime to fix it. Or that your cat accidentally destroyed your favorite top, that the coffee in the coffee maker was burned, or that your fall out of bed happened to give you one of the most noticeable shiners ever to have graced the planet? Because this is Hermione's "day". Whoever that was in charge in wherever obviously had a grudge against Hermione because this day couldn't get worse in her opinion. Then again the powers that be seem to have a sense of humor because who would have ever thought that thinking that a day couldn't get any worse would actually make everything show you how wrong you really were?
Hermione stepped out of the small coffee shop carrying her fresh steaming hot latte. It had rained the night before so Hermione was weaving in between the puddles trying to avoid getting her nice slacks wet. Just as she stepped up to the curb of the sidewalk in a busy part of London a lovely man decided to come flying around the corner to drive straight through the puddle right in front of the bushy haired witch. Of course Hermione jumped as she got sprayed with the freezing cold water and spilled her coffee all over her arm burning the delicate skin there.
"Agh!! Thank you!!" Hermione shouted after the car as it drove off.
Hermione looked down to examine her arm and saw that it was bright red and slightly blistered in some areas. Then she saw that her clothes were completely drenched with dirty water.
"Man, what an a ass hole." Came a voice from behind Hermione.
Hermione turned around and saw what should have been a supermodel. Dirty blonde and brown waves fell softly around the girls face accentuating her olive skin. She had high cheekbones and incredibly full lips, but that wasn't what caught Hermione's attention. The woman's eyes seemed to hold Hermione's focus. They were the oddest color of gold that Hermione had ever seemed. They constantly sparkled and seemed to move as if there was liquid gold within. The woman's eyes seemed brighter then anyone else's.
Hermione blinked a few times to focus her mind again and sighed.
"That's an understatement." Hermione replied lightly while she accepted the napkins that the woman offered her.
The woman laughed quietly and it struck Hermione how calming it sounded. Hermione found herself slowly relaxing from how high-strung she had been only a few minutes ago.
"Rough day?" The woman asked kindly.
Hermione sighed and slowly started blotting her clothes dry with the napkins, "More like rough month."
"Ouch." The woman replied with a small grimace. "Here, this coffee shop doesn't have a bathroom, which is horrible, but there is a little café across the street that does." Her voice was slightly deeper then most women's, but it definitely held a feminine air to it.
Hermione lifted her head to look across the street. There was a small café there with the doors open. After all it was a pretty warm summer day. Which made Hermione wonder why the water had been so cold. As Hermione looked at the café she felt a light pressure against her burn and a cooling sensation spread through her arm, but as she turned back the girl was standing there looking at the stoplight to see if she could walk across the street yet.
"This month is horrible." Hermione muttered quietly.
Hermione had said it under her breath, but apparently the other woman heard her. She turned and gave Hermione an award-winning smile that caused Hermione to become speechless.
"It'll get better. After all, eventually something good has to happen." The woman replied before looking up and seeing the lovely walk sign. "You just have to wait for it."
The woman then walked across the street with perfect posture and slowly disappeared around another corner. Hermione sighed and then went to pick up her bag that she had dropped in all of the excitement. It was then that Hermione saw that her arm was no longer burned.
How long had the three of them been hauled up in the library?
How long have we even been here?!.
They didn't even know. Were they making any progress?
How can there possibly be so many damned useless books?!
Nope.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron had been in the library at Grimmauld place everyday since the start of break. Every. Single. Day. Hermione had decided to move to the table off to the side and had surrounded herself by books. One might be able to see her back there if they climbed up one of the stacks. Harry had taken to sitting on the ground in the middle of the library and had completely decimated the floor. To get to Harry without stepping on any of the books ones feet were three inches and their legs were three feet long. Ron had taken up residence on the couch and was currently eating an apple while looking down at Harry's mess.
"I don't even know why we are still trying." Ron sighed as he bit into his apple, "We're not going to find anything."
"Don't speak with your mouth full Ronald." Hermione's voice came from behind her piles.
"Like I would take manners lessons from you Hermione." Ron snapped out.
Hermione stiffened behind her books and thanked Merlin that neither of the boys could see her. She didn't want to admit it, but she liked Ron. A lot. Yet, ever since the beginning of the summer he had been cold and callous towards her. She sighed, it was probably just stress of having to do all of this research.
"I'm sorry." Hermione said quietly trying to keep the peace.
Ron grunted in return.
Once again Hermione sighed.
A knock resounded throughout the library and Mrs. Weasley's voice called through, "Dinner's ready."
Ron jumped off the couch and ran out the door slamming it behind him. Hermione un-buried herself and walked around the table and saw Harry leap over the last line of his books. Harry turned and gave her a small smile. Hermione returned it though it was more of a grimace then a smile.
"He's never handled research well. Don't mind him." Harry said quietly.
Hermione nodded with the same half-smile on her face.
They walked out and headed towards the kitchen.
"Hey Hermione?" Ron asked while they were all sitting around the kitchen table eating dinner.
Hermione smiled lightly as she turned to face her crush. Maybe he was finally going to flirt with her like he used to. The whole table had gone silent because of the way Ron had called her attention.
"Yes?"
"Could you move? You hair keeps on getting in my face and I'm trying to eat." Ron said simply.
The air around the kitchen immediately grew tense as everyone tried to stare at what they were eating and kept silent. A blush rose to Hermione embarrassed that she had thought Ron would flirt with her. After all she had "bushy hair". Hermione bit her lip and grabbed her bowl while she stood up.
"No problem. I was done anyway."
She walked into the kitchen and put her bowl in the sink and then walked out of the room into the hall. Even as she was walking she wasn't entirely sure why she hadn't snapped at Ron. Normally if he had said something even remotely rude it would have led to her reprimanding him, but now it seemed as if she didn't have the will power to do it. He sighed quietly as she walked to her room and shut the door softly behind her.
Moral #1: Don't hurt your friends.
Truth #1: Doesn't mean that they will do the same for you.
How much does it take before a person cracks? What action is it that pushes them over the edge? What word is it that breaks the dam? What look causes a person's walls to collapse around them? What one moment is the cause of it all? How much can a person really take?
Hermione ran. Her bushy hair whipping around into her face and kept blinding her, yet she kept running. She ran almost 8 blocks before she finally collapsed onto a curb.
She was 8 blocks away from Number 12 Grimmauld Place. She was 8 blocks away from the place that had been giving her shelter, 8 blocks away from the warmth of a complete and happy family, she was 8 blocks away from her best friend, but most importantly… she was 8 blocks away from him.
She couldn't even bring herself to even think his name. She sniffed loudly. Everything had been falling apart since last year. Since Dumbledore had died. Harry, Hermione, and him had come to Sirius's old house in search of any books or objects that might be helpful to identify, destroy, or find the horcruxes. Harry and her had been working non-stop since the summer started, but he rarely did anything more then sit and watched them in boredom as they worked themselves into the ground. Every so often he would decide to make some idiotic comment. Mainly because, he is an idiot. He had been different ever since the end of their sixth year. All of a sudden he seemed smug, pompous, arrogant, and egotistical. He had decided somewhere along the line that he was better then everyone else. He had started putting Hermione down all the time when Harry wasn't with her sometimes even when he was. She could deal with it normally, but today he had gone too far.
Hermione pulled her knees into her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs before burying her head in her arms. She wanted to cry. She could feel the burning sensation in the corners of her eyes but she kept blinking trying to keep her tears at bay.
In the distance she could hear a low growl of a motorcycle. It was a racing bike, she could tell by the sound. For some reason it was a comforting sound. Motorcycles were normal. She heard the sound of the engine was getting louder; it was coming in her direction. She heard the bike turn around the corner down the block from her. She glanced up, but she didn't lift her head, the person riding the bike was wearing a pair of camouflage loose pants, a black leather jacket that showed that this man wasn't wide, and a red helmet that had the visor tinted so dark you couldn't see the person's face.
A chocked sob escaped from Hermione causing her to quickly hide her face again. She reminded herself to just stay focused on trying not to cry.
The motorcyclist come to a stop and cut the engine so that the loud roar disappeared. Hermione's entire form tensed. As she deftly grabbed the wand that she had hidden up her sleeve. If this biker made any movement that she didn't like, he would be in the hospital for weeks.
"You know it's not a good idea for a girl to be sitting on a curb, crying. Especially in this area." The helmet muffled the voice, but it had a sweet sound to it. The one thing that bothered Hermione was that the voice was too high for a normal boy. Hermione lifted her head to look at the biker that stood in front of her and watched as they reached up to pull off their helmet. "I guess your day didn't get any better."
Hermione looked up and saw the same supermodel woman sitting on the bike in front of her. The girl put down the kickstand of her bike before swinging her leg over so that she could stand on the ground. While she turned back to Hermione she smiled her award winning smile and Hermione was once again almost speechless at how beautiful this woman was.
"You don't have to hold onto your wand like that, I'm not going to hurt you."
Hermione tilted her head in confusion before realizing what the girl had just told her. This girl knew she was a witch and she didn't seem to care. Hermione slowly released her wand and wound her arms back around her knees, but she still remained cautious.
"Why is it that you ran into me again?" Hermione asked with narrowed eyes.
"I always ride through this area on my bike. Maybe you are the one stalking me, ne?" The woman asked good-naturedly.
"Sorry." The woman laughed quietly and rubbed the back of her head, "I'm kind of butting in here, but you looked like you could really use someone that would listen. My name is Riley Brookes." She said sticking out her hand towards Hermione.
Hermione eyed it suspiciously for a second, but reached out to shake the offered hand.
"Hermione Granger." She replied, her voice cracking ever so slightly.
"Nice to meet you Hermione." Riley smiled again and motioned to the spot next to Hermione on the curb.
Hermione nodded her head and let the girl sit down next to her.
"You look a little sweaty. What made you run away for a while?"
Hermione hesitated for a second, but she couldn't help to feel like this Riley girl was safe. She also needed to talk to someone to get this weight off of her chest. She still hesitated.
"Ok, I'll ask you the question after I tell you about myself. Here." Riley reached her hand under her jacket sleeve and pulled out her wand, very slowly.
Hermione held out her wand and put it to Riley's throat. Yet Riley didn't seem phased, she merely grabbed the end of her own wand and turned it so that the handle was facing Hermione.
Hermione looked down at Riley's wand before glancing back up to Riley's face. She was perfectly calm and it seemed that happiness was rolling off of her in waves. Hermione reached for the proffered wand uncertainly, but gently lifted it from Riley's hand. Riley took her arm and rested it back on her knee and smiled at Hermione.
"See, now you don't have to worry about me trying to hex you or anything."
Hermione nodded her head and relaxed under the girls gaze and lowered her wand to her side.
"Well, I already told you my name. Right now, I live in Bristol, but I move pretty often. Safety reasons, you know." Riley said, while shrugging.
Hermione raised her eyebrow.
"Bristol? That's really far away from here. Why are you all the way out here?"
Riley smiled.
"Truthfully, I hate being cooped up. I love just being on my bike, or in my cars and just driving. I love the feel of freedom when everything is just flying past you. The way that your heart skips a beat every time you jump from 40 miles per hour to 90. The wind blowing in your hair just makes it all that much more real."
"You have an interesting accent." Hermione noted.
Riley's smile got wider.
"Yeah, I'm American, though I've lived in England for quite a while." Riley started chuckling, "My cars and bike are all from America. Admittedly, I'm not used to the speed limits over here. I always end up going over the speed limit. Though I have discovered that the police cars here don't move all that fast."
"You're bike's from America?" Hermione said glancing at it.
"Well… technically it's from Japan. Though I did buy it in America."
Hermione nodded and then looked up at the bike. It looked really familiar, almost as if she would have seen it on TV sometime or something. It was blue and black and the tail end reminded her almost of a horn because there was only room for one rider. There was A Japanese character painted on the side of the bike.
"What type of motorcycle is that?"
Riley turned her head and smirked at Hermione.
"You're not much of a motorcycle person are you?"
Hermione shook her head.
"My parents would kill me if I ever even thought about just riding one, let alone knowing anything about them."
Riley nodded her head and changed her smirk into a grin.
"Yea, parents tend to do that. This, my friend, this is a Suzuki Hayabusa GSXR1300r. The fastest bike you can legally buy. It's a bit heavy and it takes a bit of getting used to, but I've had enough experience so I can take turns fairly well. This is my favorite motorcycle of all time."
As soon as Riley said the word Hayabusa, Hermione remembered where she had heard of it before. It was the fastest bike you could buy "legally". Hermione had seen a news report about a car on motorcycle accident. The motorcycle had been a Hayabusa and the motorcyclist had been a bug splat on the road.
"Ho-How can you drive that. You could get killed."
Riley raised her eyebrow.
"You can get killed by sitting out here on the curb by yourself."
Hermione nodded her head in reluctance.
"Look, yea, you can get killed riding a motorcycle, you can also get killed by opening your door. If you're a safe driver and aren't driving 200mph down the freeway, then you aren't very likely to get in an accident too often."
Hermione smiled. To be moving that fast would be so exhilarating. Riley grinned.
"I know that even you would want to ride that bike. Anyways, you think you can tell me now about why you were sitting here on the curb crying?"
Hermione let her face turn towards the ground.
"I wasn't crying."
Riley shrugged.
"It's my friend. Well at least he was my friend."
"Ah… I see. Let me guess, the guy said something about you being worthless, stupid, or naïve. Or he's just a flat out jerk."
"Yea, kind of. We've all been friends since we were 11, then at the end of this year he just… changed. We were making plans to stop a group of death eaters." Hermione paused and glanced side ways at Riley.
Riley noticed a quickly lifted her hands in the air and pushed the leather sleeves back to show unmarked forearms.
Hermione nodded and then continued on, "I had said that I could provide a distraction. I could start making them chase me or … seduce them. I don't know. It wasn't like I was actually saying I would, I was just rambling. Then all of a sudden R-Ron jumped up. He started laughing at me "What are you thinking?! You? Be the distraction?! Do you have a death wish, Hermione! My God, everyone says that I'm stupid one, when you're here saying that you'll basically be live bait! Bloody Hell! What makes you think that you would even be able to distract them?!" He was saying that I wasn't attractive, or sexual, or whatever it is to be able to get a guy. It wasn't just that. There has been too much tension just building up since the start of summer. My parents tried to forbid me from ever talking to my friends. Harry has been quiet lately. Then the one I got into an argument with had more of his stupid out breaks before that. But for some reason, I just couldn't take it anymore."
Hermione wrapped her arms over her head and let out a muffled scream into her knees.
"Ah, I'm being stupid, and over dramatic. This is pathetic. None of this really matters. It shouldn't hurt to just say his name."
Riley looked at Hermione with sympathy as the girl buried her head into her arms. Riley reached out and started rubbing Hermione's back.
"Look, hun. You're not pathetic. It was just "the straw that broke the camel's back". As for his name hurting you when you say it. That's easily fixed, we give him a nickname. How about we call him Baka. It means idiot in Japanese." Riley asked.
Hermione thought about it and for some reason when she pictured herself calling Ron, Baka, it was slightly fulfilling. She nodded her head and let a small smile break out onto her face. Riley smiled back.
"Well I honestly think that that this Ron kid is full of shit. I'm pretty sure that if you wanted to seduce a guy, you wouldn't find it that hard." Riley said nonchalantly, "You aren't being pathetic. This is one of your best friends so of course this Baka's opinion matters to you, but it sounds like he stepped over the line. If he treats you like that then you need to get away from that kid. He's pulling you down and it sounds like he's pulling your other friend down with you."
Hermione nodded her head. Riley made a lot of sense and she sounded nothing but sincere. Hermione started to let the tears leak. It hurt that her best friend would say something like that. Then as she replayed Riley's words in her head, she snapped her eyes open and turned to look at Riley. Hermione had just told her the names of her friends, she had just told her about Harry. If Riley was a death eater she could kidnap her and make Hermione tell her where he was.
Riley saw this and realized immediately what Hermione was thinking.
"Dude, calm down. I already knew that you were friends with Harry Potter when you told me your name. I really don't care about that."
Hermione's eyes got wide and then narrowed as she pointed her wand at Riley.
"Wait, how did you know? And what do you mean you don't care?"
Riley smiled softly.
"About two-three years ago, there was a lot of publicity around the triwizard tournament. Mr. Potter happened to be in the headlines quite often along with his "love interest" Hermione Granger. Now tell me, how many Hermione Grangers do you think there are, especially that look like you. Don't forget that the lovely Rita Skeeter got a photo of the both of you two together." Certain words Riley said sounded extremely sarcastic and Hermione couldn't help but like Riley more because of her dislike for Rita Skeeter.
"Oh. I guess that's good. I don't know many people that have ever… well for lack of better words, not cared that he was the "boy-who-lived". Everyone is always obsessed that he's the one that has to save the world from Voldemort."
Riley tilted her head and smirked.
"Wow, I guess that Baka was way wrong. Pathetic people won't say Voldemort's name. Also, why would I put the pressure on him to "save the world"? Personally I think it's stupid that everyone would place their fate in the hands of someone they have never met."
Hermione nodded her head.
"That's a good point of view. Lots of people also want to be him, or because he's famous they want to be his friend so they can get famous."
Riley shrugged, "I'm sorry, but having your parents killed is a fucked up way to get famous."
Hermione smiled.
"Do all American's cuss as much as you?" Hermione chuckled.
Riley threw her head back and laughed loudly, "No not all American's cuss, but I do know quite a few people of all nationalities that cuss far more then I ever have."
Hermione laughed, "I think Harry would like you. It sounds like you're probably the only person that doesn't care about anything. He really needs someone like that."
Riley laughed, "Well everyone needs somebody."
Hermione smiled, but then slowly let the smile fade.
"Yea, everyone does need someone. I guess we just have to pick and choose, right?"
Riley stood up and reached down to help Hermione up. Hermione looked at Riley strangely before grabbing her hand and standing up. Riley stood up and waved her wand over the back end of her motorcycle. The part that looked like a horn transfigured into a helmet resting on the space for a second person.
"Look it's almost 5 o'clock. I'm going out tonight to have a little bit of semi-clean fun." Riley said while Hermione made a small snort, "I seriously think that you need a little bit of something normal and a break away from Baka. Do you want to come? I have clothes that you can change into, and I won't just leave you by yourself, also I can drive you back whenever. If you wanted to come back at the end of the night, or tomorrow, I wouldn't have any issues bringing you back here."
Hermione looked at Riley a bit cautiously. Hermione then glanced back over her shoulder before looking at the woman in front of her.
"I don't know. You seem like a trustworthy person, but I don't know if I can just leave for a couple of hours. I don't know, half of me is saying that I need to go and the other half is telling me that I can't just leave them alone."
Riley reached out and put her hand on Hermione's shoulder.
"You're a really good friend. It almost sounds as if this whole time, you have been putting them before yourself." Riley smiled her amazing smile. "It's cool if you don't want to come. Just get a break for you sometime. Call one of your girlfriends and go to a spa or something. Make sure that you come first occasionally too alright?" Riley smiled again and gave Hermione's shoulder a squeeze.
Riley reached over and grabbed her helmet and pushed it down onto her head while tucking in all of her hair. She then held her hand out. Hermione tilted her head before remembering that she had Riley's wand. Hermione quickly pulled out Riley's wand and laid it in Riley's hand. Riley nodded at Hermione in thanks.
"HERMIONE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
Hermione spun around so her back was turned to Riley. She saw Harry and Ron running towards them. Hermione glanced over her shoulder at Riley and realized that, 1: Riley looked like a guy, and 2: Riley still had her wand in her hand.
"GET YOUR WAND OUT HERMIONE! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!" Ron shouted.
As Ron and Harry kept running, Ron whipped his wand out.
"Wait, Ron!" Hermione yelled, but it was too late there was already a stunning curse speeding towards them.
"Finite Incantatum." Riley whispered and the stunner disappeared.
Harry started pulling out his wand while Ron yelled, "Reducto!"
Riley pointed her wand at a near by mail box, "Volo."
The mailbox flew in front of the Reducto curse and shielded Hermione and Riley.
"Immobulus." Riley whispered causing Harry and Ron to freeze in their tracks. "Expelliarmus."
Both Harry and Ron's wands flew from their hands. Hermione felt like she should yell at Riley for casting spells on Harry and Ron, but she couldn't bring herself to.
"HERMIONE!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GET OUT YOUR WAND AND STOP ACTING LIKE A COMPLETE IDIOT! THAT GUY IS PROBABLY SOME DEATH EATER! HE'S JUST GOING TO ATTACK YOU TO GET TO HARRY! YOU'RE FRATERNIZING WITH THE ENEMY!"
"Let me guess this is the Baka?" Riley whispered while Hermione subtly nodded her head.
"Ron shut-up. She's already angry at you don't make it worse!" Said Harry while watching Hermione talk to the man sitting on the motorcycle.
Hermione clenched her fists and closed her eyes. It was always "fraternizing with the enemy". Does he really think she's that stupid that she would give away information about Harry?
"I should probably get going huh?" Riley stated quietly, "Me being here is probably making matters worse."
"Hermione. Please. I'm sorry, I should never have let Ron say anything in the first place. It's all my fault, just please forgive us and come back. I don't want you to get hurt." Harry yelled to Hermione.
Hermione was surprised. Why was he apologizing? He hadn't done anything wrong.
"HERMIONE, BLOODY HELL!! WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?! STOP ACTING LIKE SOME WORTHLESS GIRL AND DO SOMETHING!"
Hermione's entire body tensed. That was all she was to Ron. He didn't even think of her as his best friend. She was just some girl that was acting stupid.
Riley let out what sounded almost like a growl as she swung her leg over her motorcycle, "God I want to rip that kids throat out."
Riley reached back and grabbed the helmet. The helmet that currently hid Riley's face and hair turned to look at Hermione.
"HERMIONE FUCKING DO SOMETHING!"
Hermione glanced over her shoulder at Harry and Ron. She could see the pained look in Harry's eyes and the way that Ron looked at her in disgust. She couldn't take it. She reached out and took the helmet from Riley and jammed it onto her head before jumping onto the back of Riley's bike and wrapping her arms around the other girls waist to keep from falling off.
Riley's wand had been hidden away as soon as Hermione touched the helmet. Though with the absence of the wand that also meant that the spell holding Harry and Ron in place wore off.
Hermione saw Ron whip his wand around and point it at them. He was actually aiming at her too. Was he planning on hexing her?
She saw his mouth move and saw the magic gathering at the end of his wand. Just when she thought that she was doomed, Riley's bike shot foreword so fast that Hermione almost let go of Riley. The spell missed them with only a second to spare, Hermione could no longer see either Ron or Harry as they faded away into tiny black dots before disappearing.
So what did you all think? Apparently poor Hermione's heart is broken, but why? Was it because she was in love with Ron? Or was it because one of her best friends betrayed her? And Ron? What's he got stuck up his a?
So this is the first chapter of Guardian Angel. Do you like? Do you hate? What needs to be changed? Should I completely stop writing this in general? Please give me input people! Until later people!
