Sorry it took so long for me to update, My live is a mess lately, until just recently and how better to celebrate it then writing??
Chapter 1 and 2 are going to be redone…
Chapter one is missing quite a lot of text and 2 seems messy …
This chapter is divided in 2 parts it was way to long otherwise.
Besides, I can update sooner when i divide it… so no complains right?
Chapter 3: An Explosive Morning
A very loud 'bang' made Hermione bolt up in bed. Drowsily she rubbed the top of her head and looked at her watch.
"Three hours!" she moaned and threw herself back against the pillow. Another loud 'bang' erupted just as she closed her eyes. "I swear, I'll murder those twins one day," Hermione groaned as she climbed off of her bed. Staring sleepily at the opposite wall, Hermione cursed herself; until five o'clock this morning, she had read everything about vampires she could find. (and that was quite a lot.) and she cursed the twins for making this much noise at eight in the morning. A third deafening sound of something exploding chimed off the walls of the bare hall, Hermione grunted and strode towards the twins room, either not knowing or caring that she was only wearing a golden satin nightgown which stopped at mid thigh. It was one of the many presents of her secret admirer that called himself Panthrax.
It started in her fifth year, when a beautiful gold-brown owl awoke her at six in the morning, carrying a package and a letter. Hermione had opened the letter with caution, since she was a muggle-born and one of Harry Potter's best
friends, she was sure she had enemy's all over Wizzard England. She gasped when she saw what was in it, a crimson red satin nightgown with a golden lion emblazed at chest height, and one that seemed to be made of pure gold. Quickly she withdrew the letter from the owl, who hooted and took off. Hermione opened the letter.
Dear Hermione,
Although I know it isn't possible, everything inside me craves to be near you as much as possible; I want to hear your laugh and want to be the one that comforts you whenever you're upset or hurt. Or at least I want to be there whenever you might need someone. But all I can do is watch with jealousy while Harry and Ron hang out with you, and swear under my breath whenever I see that Ron's giving you a hard time. I admire you with every vein in my body,
every time I see you, its like the air vanishes in the room, leaving me breathless. Every time I hear your laughter I smile, happy because you are. Every time you, Harry and Ron go out on 'adventure', my heart stops beating until I know you're save and out of trouble.
When you read, I can watch you for hours and hours. Picturing every detail off your lovely face of which I want to kiss every square inch, the way your mouth curls into that tiny smile you always have when you're reading, Hogwarts a History, A book that I have read a thousand times over just because it lays so close to your heart.
It hurts me every time again when I realize that I can never have you. I can never touch you, pull you close, kiss you… It kills me every time again, mostly when you call my name, that's when it hurts the most, 'cause I know you would never say it in a loving way.
And although the pain, the way I feel about you will never change, and no one could ever compare to you.
Maybe one day I have enough courage to tell you who I am, Until that time, know that I'll always be there for you whenever you need me…
Please wear these gowns during the nights, I know for sure that they would do your beauty justice, I really hope you'll wear them, I've let them make with the finest satin, and a spell is casted upon it, which makes the gowns comfortable warm and much softer and smoother then the finest silk.
You deserve the best and only the best, and don't let anyone believe you differently.
My heart will always be yours…
Panthrax
Every since, Hermione kept getting notes of 'Panthrax' and wore the gowns at night. She never found out who he was, but kept receiving letters every two weeks. The last one contained a very interesting book about Magical Legends, and a breathtaking letter.
Another loud 'bang' brought Hermione back to the present and she descended the stairs towards the second floor and barged the door in.
Fred was just about to lessen the dose once more, since the tiny box kept exploding when the door burst open and barged against the wall. Startled, he dropped a large amount of the exploding powder into the box, then hastily covered his head in his hands. The box exploded with a force that make it seem like the walls and floor was trembling. He looked around to see who intruded like that and his jaw dropped instantly.
"Are you nuts?" Hermione shouted.
"Apparently," Fred muttered to himself while he tried to clear his head of not so innocently images containing a naked Hermione.
Hermione narrowed her eyes. "There are people who go on missions, Fred, those people stay up late because they'll have only one chance in succeeding it and
those people need their sleep. So those people don't appreciate it when a certain twisted red head is experimenting with explosives,"
"Those people are just you isn't it?" Fred asked with a smirk, although he knew better then to be cheeky, he couldn't help it.
Hermione placed her hands on her hips, and glared at Fred. "Well, yes, you should respect that and wait with such noise until everyone is decently out of bed,"
"Like you are," Fred smirked, looking pointedly at Hermione's nightgown.
Hermione opened her mouth, but the retort died in her throat. All she seemed to be able of; was to stare at Fred with a mixture of shock and realization.
"I told you last night that you shouldn't study that much, that you needed your sleep," Fred said with a frown. "Right when I brought you tea. But you never listen do you?"
Hermione indeed wasn't listening. She was occupied with studying Fred's features. She noticed she liked the way he was built, silently thanking the guy who invented Quidditch. There was something in the way he was grinning at her that made her melt. His brilliant bleu eyes shone with amusement and Hermione knew she would drown in them the moment his gaze captured hers.
Suddenly, she snapped out of it and stared confused at Fred who started to laugh.
Hermione rubbed the top of her head, wondering what came into her.
She turned and left without so much of a word.
Fred grinned to himself. This was going to be a really fun day.
