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My Love's Like A Star

Peter lead Hermione around the outside gardens, facing the beach. The wind was blowing around her face, reminding Peter of an angel. The garden wasn't very large, actually, it was quite small, but no one could deny that it probably one of the most beautiful in Hermione had ever seen. As the pair passed daffodils, roses, and flowers Hermione didn't know of (for once), the two reached the edge of Cair Paravel, where the forest touched the beach down below the steep cliff.

Peter grinned as she gasped at the stables. Her eyes were alight, and her face was practically glowing.

"You have horses?" Hermione grinned, looking to the taller teen. He nodded, swooshing his hair out of his eyes, and his blue eyes danced as he responded:

"How else did we get you to the castle?" He joked, then added, "Yes. Do you ride?

She nodded vigorously and walked into the large stables. All around were gorgeous horses, all being fed, brushed, or bathed by a Narnian. They all bowed in respect as Peter entered, and he smiled and motioned for them to stand. He didn't like to be adressed so formally. It made him seem so old.

Hermione immediately ran to Terran, Peter's horse. Of course, she had no clue of this. "Such a pretty horse..." she cooed, petting his mane. He immediately nuzzled Hermione, nearly knocking her over. "I think he likes me," she grinned, making sure her pretty white dress was still intact. She didn't want to ruin the dress; it was such a kind gesture from Susan, and she would feel terrible if something happened to it.

"Yes, Terran is my horse," Peter said swiftly, putting a saddle on the horse. He 'accidently' grabbed the two person saddle by mistake. Who was he to lie? He grabbed that one just in case Hermione wanted to ride.

Speaking of which, she was still admiring the horse when she spoke softly, "Would you mind if I rode him?"

Peter smiled and nodded. "I'd like that. I hardly have time to ride her anymore, she probably is getting bored in here." Okay, that was lie. Riding Terran was the only thing that gave him joy lately. Everything else seemed dull in comparison. Hermione hiked up her skirt in quite an unladylike manner (Peter politely looked away) and swung over the horse, then let her white dress fall around her.

"You should ride with me!" Hermione grinned. "She is your horse. I wouldn't want to impose."

Peter shrugged. "Okay, if you insist," he joked. He swung behind her, but before he could grab the reins, Hermione had them in her hands and was kicking the side of the horse, signaling it to trot. In surprise, Peter grabbed her waist, and Hermione laughed in joy. She leaned foward to get the horse to leave the stable, then a few trails were revealed to be outside the large stable door. "Which one?" She asked Peter.

He pointed to a long one that took about a hour to ride. "That one is pretty. It has lots of lakes and rivers going around it," Peter smiled. "I made this trail for Lucy, my sister."

"I have yet to meet her," Hermione pointed out as the horse began to trot down the beaten down trail.

"She usually rides around this time of day, and this is her favorite trail," Peter began,"So maybe we will run into her."

They sat in content silence as the horse ran down the trail at a pleasant pace.


Harry looked concernedly into the library. It was official. He was worried. Hermione was nowhere to be found, and Ron was too. He knew Ron was probably off somewhere with Lavender, in a broom closet, maybe. Lavender didn't have the best reputation, Harry knew. But it didn't worry him, Ron could handle himself.

He knew there was one place he hadn't checked yet: Dumbledore. So, of course, since he had the password for private lessons, he jogged to his office. Harry had to be discreet about it. It was after curfew, so he creeped down deserted corriders until he reached the two gargoyles.

"Pumpkin pasty," Herry mumbled, and the gargoyles revealed the entrance to his office. And when he reached Dumbledore's desk, he was surprised to find that Dumbledore seemed almost...amused?

"Well, Harry, I do believe our lessons aren't until tomorrow..." He stated, his eyes twinkling. "Or does this have to do with Miss Granger?"

"I can't find her anywhere," Harry said, running his hands through his hair. "I didn't think she'd be that upset about Ron, but I'm really worried about her."

"You don't have to be worried right now," Dumbledore, standing up slowly. "She is somewhere she needs to be."

"What?" Harry asked, exasperated. "Where on earth is she?"

"You'll find out in due time. You're needed there, too, soon..." Dumbledore with an air of finality. "Goodnight, Harry Potter." Knowing it was a lost cause, Harry trudged back to the Gryffindor common room, a certain question plauging him: Where was Hermione, and why was he needed there, too?


Hermione tugged on the reins, making Terran slow down to a gentle trot. "Does she want to stop to get some water?" Hermione asked kindly, wiping sweat from her forehead. It was a rather warm day, and though the sun was due to set anytime now, it still felt like summer.

"It's rather cool for summer, so she'll be okay," Peter said. "But we can stop in a few minutes. There is this really neat waterfall."

"It's summer here?" Hermione asked, confused. "In England it's..."

"...fall?" Peter finished, amused. "Yes. Time is different in Narnia."

"I think I'm dreaming," Hermione admitted. "Because there can't be anywhere on this Earth like Narnia. It's too perfect. It's unsettling."

Peter laughed good naturedly. "It's not on Earth. It's...somewhere else."

Fighting down her intellectal side that was arguing that there was no way this place exsisted, Hermione instead said, "Ah." Peter grabbed the reins from her hands and stopped Terran.

"The waterfall is through this little clearing," he pointed out the small pathway through the thick trees. He hopped off the horse and, having been raised a gentleman, helped Hermione off. She looked a little indignant, but also very flattered. The two walked through the clearing, Terran waiting patiently at the start of it.

"Aren't you worried he'll walk away?" Hermione asked.

"Terran is a very good horse," Peter said. "He won't walk away."

Hermione left it at that. But soon, they reached the waterfall. And Peter was right, it was beautiful. They were on a ledge facing it. It wasn't large, but it was long. The trickling of the water nearly deafened the two, and Hermione smiled. "It's pretty."

"I know," Peter said simply. "I used to come here all the time with Susan. We'd talk about what we knew we'd missed out on." There was a boulder nearby small enough to sit on, and he sat on it, lookng out into the water thoughtfully. "All of my friends back home are married by now, I can bet you," he said, almost bitterly. "Because I was the only one without a girlfriend. And here I am, king of a country, and look at me."

He looked imploringly. "I just want to go back to the way things were. I hate this," he said suddenly. "So much responsibility. I'm only nineteen, I can't run a country. I'm the High King of Narnia. I can't feel like this, but I do!"

Hermione looked at him, startled by the sudden confession. She felt somewhat flattered that he trusted her enough to tell her all of this. She sat hesistantly beside him and started, "Peter-"

"Peter!" A voice cried, then a blur of red hair ran into Peter, who smiled.

"Luce, I just saw you this morning," he laughed. The girl pulled away, adjusted her pretty blue dress and batted her brown eyes.

"I know! I just had the greatest day!" Lucy then noticed the brown haired girl sitting beside him. "Who's this?" She asked slyly, implying things Peter didn't even want to get into.

"This is Hermione," Peter stood, pointing to her, "And she, like us, just appeared in Narnia. Ed and I found her in the forest, just lying there. So, we brought her back to the castle," Peter lowered his voice, "And Aslan says she's part of a very important prophecy."

Lucy smirked. "Whatever you say, Pete," she winked at the befuddled expression on his face, and then said, "Hi! My name is Lucy."

Hermione grinned. The girl reminded her a bit of Susan. "I'm Hermione," she smiled.

"Susan must have given you my dress to wear," Lucy pointed out. "Well, I hate to kill the mood-" Here, Peter spluttered, "-but if Hermione doesn't mind, I'd like to show her some of the villages around her."

"Not that one," Peter warned, speaking of the village that had a higher violence rate than any village he had ever seen.

Lucy rolled her eyes and grabbed Hermione's hand, saying, "Do you take me for an idiot? Of course not that one! We'll go to the trading village, where I usually find pretty headbands and accessories."

"Be careful!" Peter said, exasperated. "Hermione, we can talk later. See you tonight at dinner?"

Lucy said, "Talking? That's what you're calling it now?"

"Lucy!"

But Lucy had already pulled Hermione onto her horse, and the two girls were riding off, laughing.


Edmund was not happy. He just knew something was off about that Hermione girl, but no one seemed to believe him! Caspian looked concernedly at the boy, who was studying the maps laid out across the large table. "They could be a possible threat," Edmund muttered to himself, pointing to a country on the border of Narnia.

"You look a little overworked," Caspian said slowly. "Maybe you should, I don't know, go down into the trading village. Susan does that to look for things for Caspian Junior," he grinned.

"If she lets you name her baby Caspian Junior, the world will end," Edmund smirked. "And I hate going down there. I feel all awkward around villagers. They think I'm the King or something..."

"You are," Caspian grinned.

"Oh yeah..." Edmund mused.

"Anyway, I think a quick trip to the village won't kill you. I was going to ask one of the workers to go down and get this for me," he pulled out a list, and Edmund groaned, "but since you are going down there anyway, I figured you wouldn't mind, would you?"

Edmund grinned. "Fine, I'll get your stuff. But you owe me."

"Always have," Capsian answered cheekily.


The village was bustling. Hermione was having a great time. Lucy was a very interesting person to talk to. But soon the sun would set and she would have to return to the castle for dinner. Where she would see Peter, she reminded herself. But her head cleared of those thoughts when Lucy began to speak.

"Oh, look, it's my friend Hannah!" She pointed to a small blonde girl carrying a basket of bread. Lucy stopped the horse and got out to hug the surprised girl.

"L-L-Lucy!" The girl stuttered, trying to brush away specks of dirt off of her pale green dress, covered by a ratty apron. Lucy simply grinned and hugged her again.

"I haven't seen you in weeks! Have you been busy with chores?" Lucy asked, concerned.

Hannah nodded, motioning to her bread basket. "I h-have, act-tually..." She laughed, a tinkling sound. "W-wh-where is your brother, Ed-d-d-mund?"

Lucy shrugged. "Moping in his room. Why, is Lizzy obsessing over him again?" Lizzie was the man chaser. She absolutely loved boys. Lucy disapproved of her, just because she threw herself around. She wouldn't let her brother get involved with him.

Hermione smiled and said, "I'm Hermione."

"H-h-hi, Hermione!" Hannah chirped. For a girl who didn't have much, she sure seemed happy. "I'm Hannah."

"Hey, isn't that your brother?" Hermione pointed out, and Lucy nodded.

"I think Caspian roped him into coming into the village or something. He never comes down here."

"B-b-because of the g-girls," Hannah blushed. Edmund walked across the street to Lucy, but was stopped when a black haired girl with dark lips stopped him in the middle of the street.

"Hello, Edmund," the girl drawled. Hermione was shocked. This girl couldn't have been more than fourteen, and she was throwing herself at this sixteen year old! And the king at that!

"Lizzy," Edmund said with gritted teeth. "Please remove yourself from my presence."

Since he was a higher authority, Lizzy reluctantly peeled herself off him. "Alright, but just write me a letter when you can!" She winked, then sashayed away.

"I feel disgusted," Hermione admitted, and Lucy and Hannah nodded. Edmund joined them, looking throughly scarred for life.

"What is wrong with that girl?" Edmund asked. "Can she not see that I despise the ground she walks on?"

Hannah said, "I-I-I-I don't know...sh-sh-she's...quite...p-p-persistant," she tried, but still stuttering. "L-L-Lizzy is very p-p-p-p-pretty, and she knows i-i-it."

"Well, she can chase some fruit seller," Edmund said bitterly. "And not the King of this country."

Hannah looked a bit crestfallen, and Hermione never would've noticed, but since she was close with Ginny, she knew the look like the back of her hand. The comment seemed a bit rude to Hermione, but as she was getting to know Edmund, she figured that was just his personality.

Lucy rolled her eyes, then got back on her horse. Hermione got on, too, not wanting to be left behind. "Edmund, get off of pedestal. You think too highly of yourself," Lucy said simply. "And you say you don't like it when people treat you like a King!"

Edmund sighed as Lucy rode off, leaving him with Hannah. But as soon as he looked to her, she pulled her hair over her face and continued walking quickly down the road, muttering to herself.


My love's like a star, yeah
You can't always see me
But you know that I'm always there
When you see one shining
Then take it as mine
And remember I'm always there
If you see a comet, just know that I'm on it
Baby, making my way back home
Just follow the glow, yeah
It won't be long
Just know you're not alone

~My Love is Like A Star, Demi Lovato


Next chapter...

Peter and Hermione seem to be getting closer. Harry has a nightmare, leading him to Narnia by complete accident. What will he do when he meets the fiery, youngest Penvensie girl? Hermione learns to handle a sword, and Peter makes a realization. Plus, an old Narnian law puts a twist in things.

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