Chap 2
- Hermione POV -
I walked into English with Blaise the next day. I smiled when he squeezed my hand before walking over to his seat beside Quinn. I watched as they greeted each other and giggled softly when Quinn blushed at something Blaise said. I looked around the room quickly and noticed Noah sitting in our seat. I walked over and slid into the seat beside him.
"Hey Hermione," He said, turning to his seat and grinning.
"Hey Noah. You know, you can call me Mione right? Hermione is just too long," I said.
"Ok, Mione it is then. How was your night?" He asked.
"It was good. We spent about an hour putting everything in the baskets away," I said.
"Yea, sorry about that. It's been a while since there was someone new in Lima and I think they may have gone a bit overboard," Noah said as he ran his hand through his Mohawk.
"It's ok. It's good because I don't have to go shopping for a while," I replied. Noah laughed before looking past me. I followed his gaze and noticed Quinn seemed to be permanently red as Blaise spoke.
"That's so funny. I've never seen Quinn blush like a school girl. I've gotta rip her off later," Noah said. Blaise sensed my gaze and turned. He grinned at me and winked before turning back to Quinn who was saying something to him.
"Don't you mind that your boyfriend is flirting with Quinn?" Noah asked and I almost got whiplash from turning quickly to face him.
"Boyfriend? What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Aren't you and Blaise dating?" Noah asked. I was about to reply when Mr. Curtis walked into the room. Noah and I turned to face him as he started talking about today's work. I pulled a piece of paper out of my folder and wrote Noah a quick note.
Blaise and I aren't dating.
I slid the note to Noah and grabbed another piece of paper to write the notes Curtis was writing. The piece of paper soon was slid in front of me.
Sorry for jumping to conclusions. You guys are just extremely close so I assumed.
I shook my head and wrote a short reply.
That's ok. Blaise and I have been through a lot together. He saved my life.
I slid the note back and watched as Noah read the letter. He frowned and wrote back a quick reply.
You intrigue me Hermione. I can't wait to learn more about you.
I smiled and wrote my reply with a smile.
Same here. Now focus!
Noah read the reply and laughed softly before slipping the paper into his folder and continuing to write the notes. Class soon ended and Noah and I stood up.
"What class have you got now?" Noah asked as we slung our bags onto our shoulders.
"I have a free. Then maths," I replied.
"Ok then. Well I guess I'll see you at lunch. Why don't you guys come sit with us? It should keep Jew-fro off your back," Noah said and I looked at him confused.
"Jew-fro?" I asked.
"Jacob Ben-Israel. The guy you decked yesterday," Noah explained.
"Oh him. Uh, sure. We'd love to," I said. After I punched him Draco laughed and told me that he'd be hurting for a while because I packed a mean punch.
Noah smiled and we caught up with Quinn and Blaise. Blaise winked at Quinn before throwing an arm around my shoulder as we walked away.
- Quinn POV-
I took my seat in English and looked wistfully at the empty seat beside me. I couldn't describe the feelings I got when Blaise sat next to me yesterday. I lifted my head when I heard footsteps and noticed Blaise and Hermione walk into the room. Blaise squeezed her hand that he was holding before walking over to me.
"Hey pretty lady," Blaise said as he slid into the seat beside me. I blushed and smiled.
"Hey Blaise," I replied softly.
"How was your night last night? Get up to anything fun?" Blaise asked.
"Not really. Mercedes, Tina, Rachel, San, Brit and Kurt came over for a sleepover," I said. I watched as Blaise smiled widely.
"My fantasies are running wild at the moment," He said with a smirk. I blushed scarlet and bowed my head. I watched as Blaise turned and smiled at Hermione before winking at her and turning back to me.
"You and Hermione seem close," I commented airly. Blaise nodded at me as Mr. Curtis walked into the room.
I watched as Blaise pulled a sheet of paper from his binder and wrote on it quickly. I read the note that he passed to me.
She's like my little sister. She and I have gone through a lot together.
I wrote a quick reply and slipped it back to him.
I noticed. Whose awards are hanging on your wall if you don't mind me asking?
Blaise wrote a reply and slid it into my hands.
I don't mind. They are mine, Mione's, Drake's and Dean's.
To say I was stunned would be an understatement. I looked up at him and he nodded.
Wow. Was all I could say. I didn't really want to say congratulations because it didn't seem like something to be congratulating a person on.
Yea. We have had some pretty tough years. Blaise replied. I slid the paper into my folder and continued writing Curtis' notes. When the bell rang we walked up to the front of the room and Puck and Hermione soon joined us. Blaise winked at me causing me to blush before he threw his arm around Hermione and walked out of the room.
"So, I liked the shade of red you were sporting. What specific shade is that? Scarlet maybe?" Puck asked. I punched his shoulder and blushed more which caused him to raise an eyebrow at me and laugh.
"Hey, you remember those awards we saw at their house yesterday?" I asked. When Puck nodded, I continued "Well they belong to them."
"Shit!" Puck said.
I nodded and we both fell silent as we walked to our next class.
- Hermione POV -
School went by quite quickly that day. Lunch with the glee kids was great and Noah was right, Jacob didn't annoy me. During lunch I found myself transported back to Hogwarts when times were good. All the joking and teasing made me think about how carefree we all were before the war. Now if you looked at us, you could see the scars from the war.
That afternoon as we walked past the auditorium, we heard music and singing. The four of us exchanged a glance before silently pushing the door open and slipping inside. We stood in the shadows and tried to mask our presence.
"Ok guys, that was good. Let's do it again from the top," Mr. Schue said before the opening bars of Seasons of Love from Rent began. The boys and I watched in awe as the glee kids sang and moved together flawlessly.
We watched as they performed a few more songs before deciding we should leave. We walked out of the auditorium and started towards the car park where our car was. Dean and I jumped into the front and the other two jumped into the back. We drove home and I walked straight upstairs to my room to start my homework.
"Hey Mya," Dean said as he knocked on my door. I looked away from the English homework I was doing and looked up at him.
"Hey D. Come in," I said. He walked in and sat on my bed cross-legged. I spun in my chair and pulled my knees up to my chest.
We sat in silence for a while just looking at the boxes that I had yet to unpack. He looked over at my bedside table and smiled. He leant over and grabbed the photo of Ron, Harry and I.
"You guys look so happy here," Dean commented softly. I looked up and noticed he had tears pooling in his eyes. I walked over to the bed and sat in his lap. He hugged me to his chest and I felt tears wet my hair. My own tears began to fall when I remembered the last time I had spoken to Harry and Ron.
- Flashback -
"HARRY DUCK!" I screamed as a spell shot towards him. He threw himself to the ground just as the spell shot over his head. He smiled gratefully to me before jumping back into the fray. I followed close behind and helped my brother defend himself.
We both turned when we heard someone screaming and watched in horror as Bellatrix tortured Ron. Harry and I raced towards him but found we were repelled by a shield.
"Oh look, the mudblood and little Harrikins have come to watch their little friend die," Bella said in her childlike tone.
Ron twitched and writhed under the spell and I felt tears welling in my eyes. Harry and I hammered furiously on the shield but to no avail. All we could do was watch.
Harry...bro... I love you. Take...care...of Mya. Mya...love you sis," Ron stuttered out before he succumbed to the insanity that the Cruciatus Curse led to.
"Oh well. Just one more mindless blood traitor in the world," Bella hissed out manically. Harry and I glared before we felt her shield drop. She began to advance on us but we were quicker.
"SECTUMSEMPRA!" Harry and I screamed in perfect tandem. Bellatrix's face was stunned as our spells hit her. Her head rolled off her shoulders before she knew what hit her. We raced over to Ron who was now mumbling incoherently and dribbling.
Harry and I looked into each other's eyes and nodded. We levitated Ron's twitching mass over to the hospital tent. We walked in and found ourselves surrounded by our fallen friends. We placed Ron on the bed and explained to the medi-witch what had happened before returning to the battle.
Harry and I fought side by side for what felt like hours before Voldemort showed his pale face. I kissed Harry on the lips quickly (a totally non-romantic way) and watched as he walked to the centre of the battlefield.
The battle seemed to stop as the light and dark sides turned to watch their leaders' battle.
Voldemort fired the first spell which caused Harry to leap into action. We watched with baited breath as Voldemort and Harry exchanged spells.
Harry's eyes suddenly turned fiery and I heard him shout some words that even I couldn't understand. A bolt of swirling yellow and green shot from his wand and struck Voldemort right in the chest. We all watched as Voldemort began to shake before his whole body disintegrated with a gut wrenching scream. Death eaters hit the ground and everyone swooped into action, binding them and stunning them.
Once that was done, everyone began to celebrate. I looked around for Harry and noticed him swaying. I ran over and threw myself into his arms. I hugged him tightly and he reciprocated.
"I love you Mione," He whispered into my ear.
"Love you too Harry," I replied.
"Mione," He whispered. I looked up into his eyes and watched as he paled.
"Harry?" I questioned. I watched as his eyes rolled back into his head and we both slumped to the ground.
"REMUS! DUMBLEDORE! HELP!" I screamed. The men in question raced towards me and looked down at our fallen saviour. They helped me levitate him to the hospital tent where he was placed on a bed next to Ron.
- Three Weeks Later -
Whilst everyone else was celebrating, I was sitting by my best friend's bed in St. Mungos. Harry had yet to wake up and the only time I left his bedside was to visit Ron or shower and change.
"Hey Mya," A voice from the doorway said. I turned and noticed Blaise, Draco and Dean standing there looking over at me solemnly.
They walked over to the bed and took up their regular positions - Draco at the foot of the bed, Dean on the other side to me and Blaise standing behind me with his hands on my shoulders.
"Has he moved?" Draco whispered.
"No. His eyes move under his eyelids but that's it," I replied. I moved his hair from his closed eyes and kissed his forehead.
"I love you Harry," I whispered.
"I'm gonna visit Ron," I informed the boys. They nodded and I left the room.
"Hey Ron, I told you I'd be back," I said as I walked into his private room. He grabbed my hand with a childlike smile and dragged me over to a small table. He held up the picture he had been drawing and held it out to me. Since Bellatrix's curse, Ron had reverted to childhood again. He had the mental capacity of a two year old and could really only say a few simple words.
"Wow Ron. This is a great picture. I love it," I said. It was just a mix of coloured scribbles but Ron smiled and pointed at a brown scribble then to me.
"Is that me?" I asked. He nodded then pointed to the red scribble then pointed to himself "And that's you?"
He nodded and smiled. He picked up a new piece of paper and another crayon and started scribbling again. I watched as he scribbled on the paper before taking a sheet of paper for myself. Ron watched a I drew a picture of myself, Harry and himself. He looked at the picture as I slipped it over to him.
He pointed at the figure on the right and then himself.
"That's right Ron. That's you. I'm next to you and that's Harry," I said as I pointed.
"Ha-rry. Mio-ne," Ron sounded out. I felt tears well in my eyes as he said our names over and over again.
"Ron, I have to go away for a while. I want you to know I'm always going to be here though," Ron looked up at me with sad eyes and I knew he could somewhat understand.
"No leave," He whispered.
"I have to. But if you look at this picture, I am always here," I said as I pointed to the picture. He moved over slightly and hugged me.
"Miss you," He said.
"I'll miss you too Ron. I'll come visit when I can," I said. I kissed his forehead and stood up.
"Mione," Ron said when I was at the door. I turned and found him holding his two pictures out. I took them and smiled through my tears. "Love you."
"I love you too Ron," I said. I watched as he smiled brightly, waved and walked back to the table. I watched him pick up my picture and hug it before I closed the door behind me.
I slid my back down until I hit the floor and let the tears fall. I felt two bodies sit beside me and one kneel in front of me. I looked up and noticed my friends. They helped me to stand and Blaise half carried me to the floo area where we would find Dumbledore who decided to send us to America to get away from everything.
- End Flashback -
The next thing I knew, I was waking up in bed wrapped in Dean's arms. I slipped out of them and walked downstairs where I found Drake and Blaise watching TV.
"Hey Mya," Blaise said. I walked over to them and sat Indian style between them on the couch.
"We ordered some Chin-ese food for dinner," Blaise said proudly.
"Wow, you guys used the phone and phone book properly and didn't make asses of yourselves. I'm very impressed," I said. The both began to tickle me and I laughed harder then I had in a long time.
We watched TV for a little bit longer before the doorbell rang.
"I'll get dinner. Can one of you go get Dean? He's asleep on my bed," I said. The boys nodded and raced upstairs whilst I grabbed my wallet and walked to the door.
"Oh, hey Mike," I said when I opened the door. Mike and I had had a good conversation at lunch over books and we found we had quite similar interests, literature wise.
"Hey Mione," Mike said with a smile. I looked down at his clothes and noticed he wasn't dressed for work.
"You work at the Chinese restaurant?" I asked.
"My parents own it. I was heading this way anyway with the guys so it was just easier to drop it off on my way," When he finished speaking, I looked past him and waved to the big SUV full of people. Everyone waved back and I smiled. I watched as a second SUV pulled up behind Mike's and Kurt got out of the driver's side.
"What are you guys up to tonight?" I asked as I took the food and handed him the money.
"Just hanging out at Finn and Kurt's playing video games. The girls and Kurt will probs give each other make overs. You guys should totally come with us," Mike said.
"Oh no, we couldn't impose," I said.
"Nonsense. Here, we'll settle this now," Mike said before he grabbed my arm. He dragged me down the front path and over to the cars. Windows wound down and all the glee kids smiled at me.
"Hey guys, have we got room for four more people?" Mike asked.
"Of course. There is plenty of room," Kurt said. He smiled at me kindly and I smiled back.
"Seriously guys," I tried to say but Kurt daintily pranced over to me and put a hand on my mouth.
"Go and get those boys of yours and come on. I'll ring dad and Carole and tell them to expect four more people for food," Kurt said.
"Fine. I'm going to lose this battle anyway aren't I?" I said once Kurt removed his hand from my mouth.
Kurt nodded and smiled at me before walking back over to his car.
"Will we need to bring anything?" I asked.
"Go get pyjamas and clothes for school tomorrow," Quinn called out from her window. I nodded before rolling my eyes at them and walking back inside. I heard footsteps and noticed Kurt following me.
"I'll help," he said when I gave him a look. I nodded and walked to the kitchen to place the Chinese food in the fridge. After explaining the situation to the boys we walked up to our rooms to pack.
"Mione, you have amazing clothes! OMG! I love your shoes!" Kurt screamed from inside my closet. I laughed and leant over him to grab my black overnight bag.
"Go crazy," I said. He squealed, clapped his hands together and dove. I watched as he threw a pair of charcoal coloured skinny jeans, a black and white chequered corset top and my knee high black stiletto boots into the bag followed by bra and underwear and my make up and toiletries bag from my dresser. He grabbed me out a pair of flannel pyjama pants and went for a tank top before I stopped him.
"I'll wear this one to bed," I said as I handed him one of Harry's old long sleeved Quidditch jerseys.
"So, who's this mysterious Potter fellow?" Kurt asked. I felt tears well in my eyes as I walked over to the picture of us.
"Oh God Mione. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry," Kurt said. I turned and shook my head. I handed him the picture and he took it silently.
"Harry is on the left and Ron is on the right. The three of us were best friends when I was at school in England," I said, willing the tears away.
"What happened to them?" Kurt asked after a while.
"Harry is in a coma and Ron suffered from a quick acting and undiagnosable degenerative disease that ate away at his mind. He now has the mental capacity of a two year old," I explained softly. I felt Kurt's arms wrap around me and I gratefully accepted the hug.
"It's ok Mione," Kurt whispered as some tears spilt from my eyes.
"Ok. I'm fine now," I said as I composed myself. Kurt picked up my bag and walked me over to my ensuite. I washed my face quickly before we walked downstairs. I grabbed my school bag, wallet and keys and locked the house up behind myself.
"Hey Kurt," I said before we walked to the cars. He turned and smiled at me. "Thank you for upstairs."
"You are very welcome. Now, I am going to pawn my keys off to someone else and I'm coming in your car. I must talk to you more about your amazing fashion sense," Kurt said before looping his arm through mine and dragging me to the cars.
- Kurt POV -
I sat in the passenger seat of Hermione's Ford Mustang convertible whilst Mercedes, Quinn and Santana sat in the back. We had divided ourselves into the three cars and were soon heading towards mine and Finn's place.
I watched as Hermione laughed at something Mercedes said and realised it never reached her eyes. Poor thing had to watch as her friend became lost in his mind. I couldn't imagine how hard it would be. I watched mum die of cancer but at least she was out of pain and I knew she was in a better place. She would always be in doubt about whether or not they were in pain.
"So Mione, any boyfriends back in England?" Quinn asked her and I looked over at Hermione.
"Nah. Most of the guys I knew were too much like brothers to date," Hermione said.
"Well, I can tell you now, you have become pretty popular among the boys of our school over the past two days," Santana said. I couldn't really tell if she was jealous or not.
"Why is that?" Hermione asked. The four of us looked over at her and I couldn't help the incredulous look I sent her.
"Did you just ask why? Well, for one, you are the new, foreign student which gives you an air of mystery but you are also drop dead gorgeous," I said vehemently.
"No I'm not. I'm just average," Hermione said before dropping her head slightly and pulling into my street.
I was stunned. This girl didn't realise how gorgeous she was. We were soon pulling into mine and Finn's place and she shut the car off as she parked behind my car.
"Come on girls, we have makeovers to attend to," I said. Hermione smiled at me as she grabbed her bag and we all walked inside as a group.
After saying a quick hello to Carole and dad, all 16 of us walked down to the basement (Finn and Puck carried Artie down). Everyone threw their things onto the floor before the girls and I walked upstairs to the living room where everything we needed was set up – movies, lollies, chocolates, popcorn and all other makeover essentials.
"So, how long have you guys been friends?" Hermione asked us. I held her hand in mine as I filed her nails into a perfect shape.
"Well, San, Brit and I have been friends since grade school as have Tina, Mercedes and Kurt. Us and Rachel became friends last year after we all joined Glee," Quinn explained.
"That's great. Kurt, what are you doing to my hands?" Hermione asked me. I applied some moisturiser and began to massage them.
"I'm giving you a proper manicure. This one you are sporting now just wont do," I said.
"I've never had a manicure before. Nor have I ever had a makeover," Hermione said softly.
"How could you have not had a manicure?" Tina asked and I found myself agreeing.
"I've never had the time," Hermione said "I went to boarding school as you know and I never really got involved with the girls in my dorm. I hung out with the boys mostly. I've never really had girlfriends."
"Well, now you do and let me tell you, we do this every week so be prepared," Brit said and I watched as Hermione's face lit up into a smile. She looked even more incredible when she smiled so I would have to make her do it more.
- Blaise POV -
I watched as Hermione walked back up the stairs with Kurt and the girls and I knew this time would be good for her. Since Harry and Ron had been in hospital, she hasn't spent any time with other friends. She literally spent most of her time at the hospital. We would have to drag her away so she could get some sun, have some food and have a sleep.
"Ok, you boys up for some Call of Duty?" Mike asked us as we all sat around on beds, beanbags and the floor.
"Sure," Dean said. He was handed a little, black weird shaped thing and turned to the TV. Him, Matt, Mike and Finn started playing and we watched. I was amazed at how good Dean was at the game.
We heard laughter from upstairs and Dean turned to us quickly and smiled.
"It's nice to hear her laugh again," Drake commented. Dean and I nodded in agreement and the other guys looked at us oddly.
"Why wouldn't she laugh?" Artie asked.
"She's had it tougher than most teenagers. Since she was eleven, she's had to act like an adult and face some situations that most adults couldn't face," I said.
"Add into it the fact she lost her parents six months ago and now Harry and Ron are incapacitated in hospital, she hasn't really had any reason to smile or laugh," Dean said before he shot Mike and killed him.
"Shit. Um, if it isn't too much to ask, how did her parents die?" Finn said softly.
"I think that's one of the worst things. It happened in their home. Hermione was having a few days at home and these men just broke into the house. They tied Mione up and made her watch as they tortured and murdered her parents. We didn't find her for three days because we knew she would be gone for a week. We went to see her when she was a day late and found her lying on the floor with her parent's bodies in front of her," I said. I could still remember the look on her face and the condition of her body when we got there.
"Holy shit," Puck said. The boys went silent and all that could be heard was the sound of breathing and of the music on the game.
"She doesn't talk about herself much so I think being up there with the girls and Kurt will help her," I said.
"If there is anyone who can help her to open up, it will be Kurt," Finn said.
Burt came down about an hour later and told us dinner was ready. We all walked upstairs and I couldn't help but look at Mione.
She looked alive. Her eyes held a small sparkle in them that hadn't been around since before the war. She had her arms linked with both Kurt's and Rachel's as they walked into the kitchen. She walked over to me and wrapped her arms around my waist.
"You ok?" I asked.
"Never better," Mione said. I kissed her head and let her walk back over to Kurt and Rachel.
We all ate dinner and decided to head downstairs and watch movie. I smiled and nudged Draco with my foot. He looked up at me and I pointed to Mione. She was sitting on the floor, side on next to Puck with her back resting against his knees. Her legs were resting in Kurt's lap and he was massaging her calves lightly.
Draco raised his eyebrows at me and nudged Dean. Dean looked and shook his head.
We spent half our time watching the movie and the other half watching Puck and Mione.
Around halfway through the movie, we watched as Mione moved before placing her head in Puck's lap. He didn't seem phased. Instead he just rested a hand on her head and began to smooth down her hair.
The boys and I exchanged a glance. The brotherly feelings were beginning to swell in all of us. If Puck wanted to be with Mione, he was going to have to prove that he was the one who could take care of her.
Hey Guys. Here is the next chapter. I hope you like it. I got a few reviews asking where Harry and Ron were so I hope this helped to clear up the confusion. Please keep reviewing.
