"A Love in Reverse"

by: S. Schumaker

Rated MA: for sexual themes, content, and adult language. Please don't read this if you are under 17 years old.

(AN: Yippee! It's time for the next chapter . . . and it's the morning after! I'm excited for this one . . . and no, this is NOT going to be another pregnancy story . . . that's been done way too many times. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. Sorry it took more than two months for me to finish this chapter. Also, check out my other stories for updates too! Review it please! Thanks and enjoy the chapter!)


Chapter Two - Unsolved Mysteries

She was running, faster and faster, through the many hallways of Hogwarts Castle. She was being chased by someone, and she would die if they caught up with her. No, she had to keep running away. She glanced behind her briefly, nearly losing her footing over a loose stone in the flooring. Her brown hair whipped around her as she quickened her pace, turning out into the Great Hall and racing toward the front door. She prayed she could lose him out in the grounds and ran as fast as she could toward them.

She wasn't quite sure why she was running away, but she wasn't quite sure what would happen if she stopped. As Hermione reached the grounds outside, she was blinded by the morning's fresh light. She stopped in her tracks, covering her eyes with her left arm. Suddenly, someone grabbed at her from behind and pulled her back inside the castle. The large doors slammed shut with a loud bang in front of her, her escape gone. Just as she was about to turn toward her captor, she dropped her arm and opened her eyes wide.

She sprang straight up, her breathing quickened. She looked around at her surroundings. She was in bed, in her dormitory. No one had been chasing her. She hadn't been running away from something. She placed a hand over her heart, hoping to slow down its racing beats. It had only been a dream. Just then, she realized she wasn't wearing a shirt. She lifted up the blankets and looked underneath them, finding herself completely nude. She wasn't wearing her pajamas. She flushed with embarrassment and wrapped the blankets tightly around her.

She looked around the dormitory, but nobody else was in there with her. She suddenly remembered everyone was away for the holidays, and there was no need to be embarrassed. She shook her head, and swung her legs over the side of the bed, standing up. Suddenly she felt an intense pain between her legs. She felt stiff and sore. She ran a hand over her stomach, everything hurt and felt tense. She slowly walked over to her dresser and got dressed for the day, trying to figure out what had happened to her.

After she was fully clothed in a simple sweater and jeans she sat back on her trunk, trying to figure out why her head felt like someone was pounding it with a jackhammer, why her stomach felt like it was doing flips, and why she had this intense pain between her legs. She remembered sitting in the common room talking with Harry and Ron. They were discussing silly things like wizards' chess, Professor Trelawney's hair, and various other topics. That's when Hermione remembered Fred, George, Lee, Angelina, and Katie walked in with that keg of beer. She drank alcohol last night!

She jumped up in shock at her own actions, placing a hand over her mouth. She got drunk last night, really drunk! She remembered playing that cup game and talking and laughing with everyone, but after that she couldn't remember a single thing. She pressed her fingers against her temples, trying to remember anything after that. Wondering how she got up to her dormitory and why she awoke naked.

Then, Hermione got an idea, an idea that scared the living daylights out of her. What if she came up here with someone last night and they had sex? Who the heck would that have been? She shook her head of the thoughts. There was no way that she would have ever done that. She was much too responsible to do something as idiotic as that. She stood up and walked over to her bedside table to grab a few books she needed to return to the library. She'd go to her sanctuary and try to put last night out of her memory.

She bent down to grab the two large books, Magic for the Modern Witch and 1,001 Interesting Facts About Transfiguring. She reached inside the drawer for them as her eye caught on something underneath her bed. She dropped down to her knees and reached underneath the four poster bed and grasped onto something. She pulled it out from under the bed and nearly fell backwards in shock. Dropping the item almost instantly after grabbing it. An unopened condom lay before her on the floor of the dorm. She sat away from it, staring at it with an intense gaze. Any questions she had about the previous night were answered in a flash. She was sore because she had lost her virginity to someone last night, they didn't use the condom on the floor in front of her, and she didn't have a single memory of any of it.

As Hermione sat on the floor of her room, trying to put the pieces of the previous night together, Harry sat before the frozen lake trying to erase those very same memories. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Hermione underneath him, moaning out his name in ecstasy. He remembered the way her skin tasted against his tongue, the feel of her breasts beneath his palms, the warmth he felt inside her depths. He shook his head violently, and stood up quickly. 'Stop it!' He silently screamed at himself. He needed to think rationally about this. How would this affect their friendship? What if she was in love with him? What if he was in love with her? Was he?

He shook himself free of the snow that had fallen on him and began to walk along the edge of the lake. Harry's mind was overworked, a whirlwind of emotions flying through him. The only thing that he was completely certain of, he didn't want to have to face Hermione any time soon. He continued along the lake until his feet were numb and his nose was runny. Turning toward the castle, his stomach did a flip flop. His eyes scanned the upper towers of the castle until he spotted the Gryffindor tower. He stopped and stared up at it, wondering what his friends were doing right then, wondering what Hermione was doing. He dropped his head in shame, embarrassment, uncertainty and moved toward the castle.

He knew that they needed to talk about what had happened, but he really wasn't looking forward to it. He entered the castle slowly, quietly. He began to head up toward the common room, wondering what it would be like to see Hermione. His mind drifted back to last night. He remembered dancing with her, feeling her body pressed up and close to his. He remembered how his senses went into overdrive as he took in the scent of her hair, and the heat from her arms wrapped around him. He was beginning to think about the way her eyes held a passion in them, a passion for him, when he realized he was standing in front of the Fat Lady's portrait.

"Balderdash." Harry spoke out, the Fat Lady swinging open her door with a large smile upon her face. Harry cautiously stepped into the common room, seeing Ron, Fred, George, Lee, Angelina, and Katie lying around it, but no Hermione. "Hey guys." Harry spoke softly, they grunted back at him.

"What's the deal?" Ron turned toward him, anger evident on his face. Harry blanched. He knew that Ron had a secret crush on Hermione. Now, he was going to get it. He'd probably lose both of his best friends right now. How Ron found out was beyond him, but the angry look in his eye right now told Harry that he knew, somehow…

"H-Huh?" Harry choked out, taking a step back in fear. Ron could be pretty intimidating when he was angry.

"How in the world is it that you can be up and walking about when you stayed up way later than I did drinking last night? That's not fair at all. I'm over here sicker than a dog and I didn't even hear you come in last night!" Ron said, laying his head back against the couch, running his hand over his turning stomach.

Harry let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Ron didn't know. Of course he didn't know. He didn't figure Hermione to be the gossipy type and he certainly wasn't going to tell anyone. He was overreacting for nothing. Harry moved further into the room, slumping back into his favorite chair near the fireplace.

"Don't know. Just lucky I guess." Harry answered, his mind drifting back to Hermione. Silence fell over the seven teens and Harry began to wonder where Hermione was. Was she still upstairs asleep? Harry remembered how peaceful she looked this morning, how angelic her face had been. He wanted to race up there to see if he could catch another glimpse, but he didn't move.

Harry recalled that it was the last day of vacation and he still hadn't started on his Herbology report that was assigned for winter break. He decided that if he couldn't talk to Hermione, he might as well get working on his homework. Just as he was about to get up and go to his dormitory to get the assignment, he heard footsteps coming from the girl's wing. His head snapped up instantly and he watched as Hermione stepped out into the common room. Her hair flowed behind her as she walked quickly toward the portrait hole. Her face was glued to the floor and her arms surrounded a couple of textbooks. Harry watched as she practically ran to the portrait, not looking at anyone in the room.

"Mornin' Hermione!" Ron called out to her. "You better be hung over or I'm going to be so pissed!" But Hermione just kept on walking, out into the hallway in front of the Gryffindor common room. She didn't respond, she didn't even acknowledge that Ron was talking to her. She did absolutely nothing to show that she even noticed the seven people in the room with her.

Harry sighed to himself. So this was how she wanted it, huh? She was just going to ignore him. Maybe that was better though. Maybe putting it all behind them would work out better. He slowly lifted himself up and walked to the boy's wing, heading up to his dormitory.

"What's up with Hermione?" Ron called out. Harry continued walking away. "Okay, now what's up with you, Harry?" Ron belted out just as Harry walked out of sight and into his dorm, collapsing on his bed.

To Be Continued…


(AN: Yeah, it's kind of a stupid place to stop, but ah well! Please let me know what you thought of this chapter! Thanks! REVIEW!)