Without further ado, Chapter 4 of A Different Take On Things! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!
"Excuse me?" Harry said in shock and bewilderment.
"I want to go and see Xenophilius Lovegood," She repeated, her brown eyes boring into his.
"Why?" He asked bemusedly.
"That mark. C'mere," Hermione explained vaguely and gesturing him to follow her. He stayed rooted to his spot, but she didn't seem to notice. She dug out the old copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard out of her rucksack and flipped through the pages until she found what she was looking for. He then gave in and strode over to her side and looked over her shoulder to see what she was on about.
"Look, there it is," Hermione said, pointing at a page Harry recognized because she had shown him two times before. The triangle eye thing was clearly inked in. It confused him greatly, but he thought they needed to stay on track. After all, they did have three horcruxes to find and destroy, though it did help a lot that they now had the sword.
"You've shown me this before, Hermione," Harry said impatiently.
"I know, but it keeps cropping up and every time it does, I deem it more important! And you said Xenophilius had this around his neck at the wedding! It's worth a shot, right!" Hermione argued passionately.
"Krum said-" Harry began, not believing his own self anymore.
"I don't bloody care what Krum said, Harry! It's not Grindelwald's mark, and you know it isn't!" She said hotly, her anger rising. He sighed. He supposed it was inevitable, she always knew what he was thinking. It was actually kind of creepy, when he thought about it, but he let it slide, seeing as she had known him for so long.
"Fine, but I just don't want-we really don't need another Godric's Hallow, Hermione," He said worriedly. Remembering how close to dying he had been, Hermione's eyes began to leak. Harry tried to coax her, placing his hand lightly on top of her's. She smiled softly.
"It won't be," She promised him, after a bit, her gaze softening, not that it was hard before, "Besides, Lovegood is for you. The Quibbler, unlike those other magazines-" She made a disgusted face that eliminated more of Harry's worry than what she was actually saying did, "Is supporting you. He'll help us,"
"Well..." He murmured, still not fully convinced. She looked at him intently. Finally, he couldn't stand her gentle chocolate eyes seeing into his soul, and he sighed.
"Alright," He muttered grudgingly. Shocking him, she grinned widely and flung her arms around him in a quick hug.
"Let's start planning, then," Harry said confusedly.
He sat on the chair nearest to her and she sat, and there they began to plan. After a few minutes, Hermione decided that they shouldn't use Polyjuice, because they could use it more later on.
"It's best to go when no one will be out and about, so...dawn or late at night I say," Harry said.
"Yeah, I think dawn, I don't want to bother him,"
"We're bothering him either way," He said, more to comfort her than anything else. It didn't exactly work, but Hermione was too happy to have Harry agreeing with her to backtrack. Instead, she nodded a couple times.
"I'm ready," She said as calmly as she could. Harry smiled for a second and held out her bag. As she took it from him, her hand brushed his momentarily. He shrugged it off by grabbing her hand completely and grabbing the cloak and dragging it over the both of them, without letting go once. Now that they were taller, they would usually have to crouch, but because Ron wasn't with them and he was the tallest, they merely had to stay close.
It was a bit (or a lot) closer than they were accustomed to. Finally, he apparated them.
So, there you go, if you look really hard, you can see there is significantly more romance between them and it will get more and more as the story continues. This was sort of the "Hmmm, you're kind of pretty-wait-never mind, I can't think that!" chapter and it'll be that way for a bit. Chapter 5 will be up soon! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!