A/N-Woohoo! I just saw the 5th Harry Potter trailer, tomorrow is my birthday, and on Thanksgiving I have been on this site for one year, so I wanted to spread the joy, as corny as that sounds. I am taking applications for people in the story (flashbacks) so if you would like to be in it some time or another, tell me your name(or a name you like and made up) year, house (please remember not everyone can be in Gryffindor or Slytherin), looks, and personality. Thanks!
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Chapter Four
The floor under my feet squeaks as I quickly turn around to go back to my room.
Hermione turns around, and I see batter on her nose too.
"Good, you're up. I'm just making chocolate chip pancakes. They used to be my favorite when I was a child and my nanny would make them for me." I just nod, not really sure what to say.
"Can I help?" I finally offer after a very uncomfortable silence.
"Yes. Please set the table. Silverware is in the first drawer to the right, plates in the cabinet on the other side of the room, and napkins are already on the table." Hermione directs, completing the first pancake.
By the time I set the table and put orange juice in the glasses, breakfast was ready. I slather on an amazing amount of syrup and take a first bite. It was the weirdest thing, but while I was chewing slowly, I compared these pancakes to the one in my dream. That's normal, right?
Fortunately I was interrupted by the door opening, and in walked a red haired man who was very tall and thin. Hermione froze, fork halfway to her mouth, then rushed over to the door, went outside and pulled the man with her, and shut the door. What was she saying? I admit, I was curious, so I had a couple bites, and raced to the door, pressing my ear against it.
I can't hear much anyway, but Hermione is whispering, which makes it a lot harder. I do manage to catch a couple things though, like Kendra, tell, memory, Ronald, and recover.
I press my ear even harder against the door, but it's no use. Besides I can hear Hermione walking back to the door. Oh crap! She can't see me!
Making as little noise as possible, I race back to the table and resume eating. Just in time, I must say, because as soon as I take another bite of pancakes, Hermione opens the door, and smiles at me. I'm surprised that she can't hear my heart, which is beating so hard it almost hurts. At least I know I'm not much of an athlete!
The man gives a little cough and a nod towards me. Hermione blushes, and says, "How stupid of me! I forgot to introduce you to each other! Kendra, this is my boyfriend Ronald-at this he adds that he prefers to be called Ron- and Ron, this is Kendra, who will be staying with me for a little while." It was funny, but even though Hermione had introduced Ron as her boyfriend, I wasn't convinced.
Sure, Ron looks at her adoringly, as if this were the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with, but Hermione looked as if Ron was more of a friend or acquaintance than lover. Besides, I could see no love in her eyes, only pain.
Ronald gives another little cough, and I realize I'm staring. Now I'm the one blushing.
"Nice to meet you." I say, and shake his hand.
"Would you like to stay for pancakes, Ron?" Hermione says once the introductions are done, starting to take another plate out of the cupboard.
Ron looks at my plate, looking very tempted, before giving himself a little shake and saying, "I can't. Remember the new Quiditch diet? I can't eat any unhealthy foods until the Quiditch season is over." Hermione returns the plate, and walks Ron to the door. Ron says a soft goodbye, and then leans in for a kiss. I can see Hermione hesitate for a moment before relaxing and returning the kiss. Then he breaks away and leaves, with one last look in my direction. Or the pancakes direction I should say.
Hermione gives a deep sigh, and then returns to the table, but does not resume eating. Instead she looks at me and says, "What do you want to do today? I was thinking we could go shopping for clothes for you-at this I look down and realize I am still wearing the hospital loaned clothes- get a bite to eat, and then catch a movie?" I nod, only half listening. I'm still thinking of her conversation with Ron. Maybe by hanging out with each other, she'll trust me more, and tell me about what is going on with her and Ron. Or I might very well die of curiosity.