a/n hello everyone! Here is the next instalment of One Girl. In this chapter we have a surprise visitor and the musings of a sixteen year old in love. Should be interesting! Hope, as ever, you enjoy reading this. All my love and Please review!
Eugh.
I felt kind of woozy, the whole giving blood thing hadn't actually been that bad, it didn't really hurt, as I expected it to. All it did was make me feel a little light headed. Madame Pomfrey had made me lie down for twenty minutes, completely unnecessary. I was fine, if not a little unsteady on my feet.
I wasn't too worried about Hermione now; Madame Pomfrey said she was definitely going to be ok. She'd be weak, but later today she would wake up and we could talk to her. I cannot tell you how relieved I was. I know it was kind of stupid and she probably would have been fine without my help, but I couldn't help but feel partly responsible for her recovery. It just made me feel so happy to think of it like I had helped save her life.
The only upside to Madame Pomfrey making me lie down was that I had an excuse to watch Hermione's progress in detail. If I faced the bed and half closed my eyes everyone thought I was just dozing. But actually I was watching Hermione regain a little colour and I watch her breathing become a little deeper. It was so beautiful to watch her breath, everything quivered when she breathed in, which sent shocks down my spine. Then she breathed out again and she was still and wonderfully peaceful. When there was a small gap between her breathing out and breathing in again I started to get worried that she would never breathe in again. But then she did and I was so relieved. In and out, in and out. I felt like if I stayed here forever, I could never be sad or worried. Just watching her shoulders rise and a tiny gap form in her pink lips would be enough. I felt content. And it was beautiful.
Eventually though I had to get up. I had to go back to lessons. I told Madame Pomfrey I still felt woozy. But then she told me I had been 'sleeping' for almost two hours and I was sure to be alright after that period of time. Nothing gets past that woman. She reminds me a little of my mother actually. Come to think of it, it reminds me a little of Hermione too.
I spent the day not really listening to teachers, answering people when they asked where Hermione, wondering if she was fully conscious yet and hoping she was strong enough to talk to me and accept my apology. I had decided something very important, I had to pluck up some Gryffindor courage and tell Hermione how much I loved her. I had never felt like this before and I know it's important I tell her. In this day and age we could die at any minute, there's sure to be a war coming up soon and how would I feel if I never got to tell her? I would always have wondered what could have been. I day dreamed about how that conversation would go in my head. I would take her somewhere quiet and cosy, make sure it the lights were dim or we were in some beautiful setting, preferably sitting at the top of the hill at sunrise or sunset. Then I would tell her. She would pause and turn to face me, he perfect lips curving into a smile, she would laugh and hug me and say she felt the same way. Then I would breath in her scent, I've done it before when she's close to me, but this time I would be allowed. I would smell the rose and sandal wood, then we would pull back and look deep into each other's eyes. I would see her big, doe eyes and realise they were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Then I would lean in to kiss her. And bloody hell, what a kiss! Now, I wouldn't have much comparison to work with, but it would be everything: fireworks, tenderness, varying pressure, perhaps even a little lip biting. There would be perfect chemistry and she would feel it equally as much as me. Everything I've felt for the last few years being shown in a physical action. All the love, hope and happiness would be projected onto those formally forbidden lips. Then my fingers would get tangled in her hair and make the kiss deeper. And then we'd smile and feel a mutual sense of content and draw back. Then I would slip my hand round her tiny waist and we would sit in comfortable silence. We'd watch the sun rise, or go down. Then we would walk back up to the castle, hand in hand. And finally I would be happy, and hopefully she would too. Of course I knew it wouldn't be that straight forward, she would say she didn't feel the same way or I would fart or something. But it didn't have to be completely perfect.
When I wasn't day dreaming about Hermione today I was trying to get rid of Lavender. Whenever I turned around she was just there, simpering up at me. Bloody hell she was annoying! I mentioned it to harry and he said it was because Hermione wasn't there and she was taking her chance to suck up to me. When I asked why in merlin's name she was trying to suck up to me he looked at me like I was blind and answered "she fancies you". I almost choked on my chocolate frog! Lavender! Fancying me! I obviously didn't really believe Harry but still, I was quite flattered, a load of the boys wanted to date her. I suppose she is quite pretty, of course nothing on Hermione though.
It was almost the end of the day. Although I had missed the first couple of lessons the day seemed to drag on forever. Finally though we were released, Harry and I went straight up to the hospital wing. I was so excited to see Hermione I practically ran; I had missed her all day. It wasn't just that I couldn't understand anything the teachers were saying and I needed her to explain things, I just missed her not being there to slag off Snape when he picked on harry, or me, or Hermione. Or being there to laugh with me when Neville said something, and the entire class almost wet themselves with laughter. Or being there to cheer me up when my potion was the biggest fail in the class, and she wasn't there to help me fix it. It had been less than twelve hours and I was already missing her terribly.
Harry and I got to the doors to the hospital wing. When I saw her I wouldn't tell her now, but I could be charming and sweet and kind, to prepare her for the whole "I'm desperately in love with you" bomb shell. It was worth a shot.
We pushed open the door to the hospital wings, but just before we entered harry looked at me and said "good luck" and winked. What did he mean by that? That guy has everything, the fame, the fortune, and now he's blessed with the ability to read minds! I had just started to worry whether everyone could read me like that, and thinking of all the times I've spent taking a stolen look at Hermione then sat and thought about her and trying to work out what in the name of merlin I actually felt about her. What if everyone knew what I was thinking, merlin that would be embarrassing! The musings of a sixteen year boy, thinking about his love interest. If anyone knew…All of these thought were running round my head as we made our way down to Hermione's bed.
And then I saw her, lying on her bed looking a lot perkier than she had previously, but she wasn't alone. Holding her hand and patting it reassuringly, and speaking comforting words to her was my worst enemy. Hermione was gazing up, with a tiny pink tinge on her cheeks, into the eyes of the Bulgarian bon bon. My former idol. International seeker of the Bulgarian team. The guy she danced with at the Yule ball instead of me. The guy she kissed instead of me. The guy who made her feel, special, wanted, beautiful. Viktor Krum.
a/n sorry for the minor cliffie, but if I want to keep you guys reading, I am forced to do this! I promise to update soon though xx