Like Thunder
Chapter 2
Imagining
When I woke up from my faint, I was in my own room. It was three days later. Mum came in.
"Oh, good! Your awake!, I contacted some people, and found out what happened. I need to do some imagining excercises with you. First, imagine what it would have been like to have Harry for a boyfriend.," she said.
I did imagine it. Oh, it was great! Chocolates, and roses everyday, defence help, and the best part, the look on Ronald's face when we showed any sign of affection. It was a type of jealous sadness, with an anger twist. How great it was to be.
"Next, imagine what it would be like to marry Ronald, afterwards,"
I did. I figured out how wrong it would have been. We were fighting, all the time, all he wanted to do was snog and it. Nothing went at all great. I finally just pushed that horridous image out of my mind.
"Next, imagine what it would be like to marry Harry"
Ahhh, spa weekends when I needed them, any support was there, practically anything I wanted was mine. Never demanded we do something this way or that.
"Now, who do you choose now?"
"HARRY!"
"Thought so. You need to apologize"
"Yes, mother." I got up, and walked to my desk. Pulling out a pencil, and paper (A/N she has muggle parents) I wrote,
My dearest Harry,
I am ever so sorry for what I did. I don't care if you don't forgive me, but I just wanted to say sorry. I just dated Ron because you were going out with Ginny. From the day you saved me from the Troll, I knew I liked you. I hope you can forgive me and maybe I can make your dreams come true. I love you, Harry!
With love from,
Hermione
There. That should do it. I called for Jane, my owl.
"Take this to Harry, at his aunt and uncles." I told her. She stuck out her leg and flew out of my open window. I wasn't really worried that he wouldn't forgive me, in third year, he forgave Remus quickly. But even so, there was a nintey nine percent chance he wouldn't. I stood up, and turned on my favorite song, one hundred years. It always helps me when I'm depressed. Even though, I really have more then a hundred years to live. Wizards aren't considered old, until they're like, three hundred or something. I was totally surprised when Jane came back, about ten minutes later with Harry's reply. He had written,
Mione,
Ok, I forgive you! Maybe do you want to get some dinner tonight? Oh, forget it, I know you'll say yes! I'll pick you up at 7. I love you!
Love,
Harry
He did know my reply. I would have said yes. So, I walked to my closet, to find something to wear. But before I reached it, an owl came with the Prophet.
He Who Must Not Be Named Dies Of Old Age!
I didn't even bother to read the rest. Oh, damn! Harry's birthday is tomarrow! I remembered. I'll have to get him a present tomarrow, and make sure he dosen't have plans. His seventeenth! Molly will probably get him a watch so, I can't. I resumed my walk to my wardrobe. Pulling it open, I saw the dress. It was a light pink halter dress, a little longer then my waist. With my new pink high heels, it would look great! When I turned seventeen, I fixed my hair to be straight and not so bushy and frizzy. I went downstairs to wait for Harry.
A/N hope you like it!
