Chapter 10:
This is a really on the edge of your seat chapter and it has some lovely moments that you all have been waiting for. A bit OOCness.
I own nothing!!
Cussing and violence.
Emily POV:
Hermione gently shook me awake.
"Wake up sis, time for breakfast." I groaned and threw a pillow at her.
"Hey, now is that any way to greet your OLDER twin sister?"
"Ok, so before I had you hanging over my head that I need to study more and now your gonna hold it against me that I'm your little sister. It's just a three hours difference, Puff. Don't flip about it." I had started to call her puff. Mostly because of her fluffy personality, and her hair. I got out of bed and hugged her. "But I am glad that I have you as a sister. I would rather be a muggle-born than a halfblood anyway. Harry can go suck some strangers cock-a-doodler-do."
Hermione just laughed at that. I quickly got dressed and before I walked out the door, I noticed that my robes were kind of on backwards.
"Oops." And there was Hermione laughing her ass off while I switched them around. We walked down into the common room and met Harry half way. We both shoved past him and he said something.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." I whirled around and Hermione was trying to pull me back by my arm.
"You didn't mean to? Haven't you ever heard of a thing called 'think before you speak?' What about 'Treat others the way you want to be treated?' How would you feel if I got so mad at you and called you a 'filthy half-blood?' Do us both a favor, and leave us alone." I turned around and started to storm towards the portrait.
"Look if that's the way you want it, fine! I'm trying to apologize to you Emma--" I whirled back around.
"DON'T call me Emma. Only my FRIENDS can call me that. You're no friend of mine." We had a little staring contest and Hermione kept pulling on my arm. I ignored the tugs and continued.
"Fine."
"Fine!"
"FINE."
"FINE!"
"ALRIGHT ALREADY!!!" Hermione shouted at both of us, we both froze. She had never raised her voice at either one of us. "This is ridiculous! Emma, he's your best friend. And he's trying to apologize to you. And Harry, you shouldn't have said that in the first place. Think before you speak, like she said. I don't think she'll forgive you anytime soon,"
"SOON? How about I won't forgive him ever?!" I yelled but she just ignored me.
"Just keep working on it."
"Haven't you forgotton? He called me a 'mu-that thing. We're BOTH muggle-borns."
"Yes, but I forgive him."
"Unbelievable." I then rounded on Harry. "Look, don't look at me, talk to me, talk about me, or even think about me. Our friendship is over with and if you so much breathe my name, you will have another scar to add to that one. Got it, fucknut?" I turned around and started to walk towards the portrait again and got stopped once more.
"Fucknut? Is that the best you could come up with? You're losing your touch Emily."
"Me?! Losing my touch, yeah right! You have some nerve, to keep going on like this. Do you have a death wish or something, because that's the vibe I'm getting." I stormed right up to him and now Neville had joined in, trying to pull me back.
Up close like this with his warm breath blowing down at me like a summer breeze at the beach, was amazing. He towered over me a good four or five inches.
"Don't mess with me Potter, or you will be sent to the hospital wing faster than you can say 'Oops.'"
"Nice one Granger. Think of that yourself?"
"Fuck off Potty."
"Come up here and say that to my face."
"No, I don't think I will. You know why? Because you're going to come down here." And then I kneed him in the groin, as hard as I could. He buckled over and groaned. I walked back to the portrait and stormed right through it, with Neville and Hermione behind. They fell into step with me as we walked down.
"You know, now that Potter and I have this little 'thing' going on, I won't have to muster up fights to start with Malfoy."
"Yeah, but you know now that Malfoy knows we're muggle-born sisters, he's going to have a ball."
"Have it, host it, whatever. But if Potter wants a dance, then we'll dance. Real hard but smooth." We walked into the Great Hall and sat down in our usual spots. The owl post arrived and there was two letters. One with no address, just my name and the other was from Mrs. and Mr. Granger. Or my new parents.
I opened the emerald envelope first, knowing it had to be a slytherin. Inside was one word and that one word was 'Mudblood' written in curse ink. I looked over at Malfoy and he was scowling at me. What's new? I opened the second one.
'Dear Emily,
We hope that this has reached you in time so you could hear is from us. Owl post is extremely different from regular postage. So, you are not Emily Dawn as you have thought, you are Emily Granger, our daughter. The story is actually ironic because it's sounds like it only happens in movies but this really happened. We didn't find out that Hermione had a younger twin sister till recently. When your mom was pregnant, she had a hard time passing Hermione and fathers weren't aloud in the delivery room yet. She passed out right after she had Hermione and then you came along three hours later. The doctors overheard us talking about how are we going to afford Hermione alone and they put you in an adoptive agency. We hope that you understand this and that you may be coming home for the holiday's with Hermione. We love you even though we have never met you before and hope to see you over the holidays. Love, Mom and Dad.'
I showed both letters to Hermione and I guess I looked like a four year old on Christmas morning because she told me to calm down. I looked around the Great Hall and saw Harry staring at me with sadness, but that soon turned to hatred when I looked at him. My smile fell and I looked down at my cereal. Even though I was just ecstatic a moment ago, I felt sad and didn't have much of an appetite anymore.
I turned to Hermione.
"I think I'm going back up to the common room."
"What? Why!? We have double potions in a half hour."
"Well, tell him I'm not feeling well and that I'm in the Gryffindor tower sleeping it off. Please Hermione. You owe me."
"How?"
"I don't know but I'll owe you after this. Please, please, please, please, please?!"
"Oh alright already. Fine, but you'll owe me big time after this." I nodded and hugged her.
I bounced up and practically ran back to the Gryffindor common room. I reached sir cadogan or whatever the hell his name is and yelled the password. I raced inside and fell onto the couch, tears threatening to spill. I sobbed silently into the couch cushion and was oblivious to the fact that someone had entered the common room. Even more oblivious that that person was Harry.
"Emily? Are you sleeping?" I didn't do anything. "I'm really and truly sorry for what I said. I just wasn't thinking. And I guess you're right, I am mad that you're going out with Neville. You're like a sister to me and I just don't want to see you get hurt. Not that Neville would hurt you or anything. Look, I'll leave you alone now."
I looked up just as he turned around.
"I wasn't asleep. And I heard every word you said." He stopped and turned around. He looked at me with tear filled eyes and almost ran over to me. My eyes were red and puffy and full of tears as well. I looked everywhere but at him when I spoke.
"I'm sorry I didn't listen to you, I'm sorry about all the insults I threw at you and I'm sorry for not believing you when you said Sorry the first few times. I screwed up, big time, and- if you don't want to be friends, that's fine." I sniffed after I said this and finally looked into his eyes. He was actually smiling and chuckling to himself.
"I'm glad you find this funny." I snapped. His eyes softened and his smile disappeared.
"No, no. That's not what it meant. I just remembered the last time you cried in front of me. We were both eight and your hamster just died. You weren't crying about it until we were watching tv together and you saw a commercial for hamster food. You just started to bawl. I think that was the last time you let me see you cry. You didn't even cry when you moved away."
"Well, that's because I thought you would call me you jerk." I slapped his chest and laughed.
"Well, remember we had our first kiss together." I gave him a puzzled look. I tried to rack my brain, trying to find the memory.
"We did, I swear it! We were playing in the sprinklers and you saw your parents kiss. Just a peck on the lips was all. And you said that you always wanted to try that, then it just happened. We were six I think." I nodded my head, suddenly remembering.
"Oh yeah! I remember. I can't believe you didn't forget that."
"Nope, I remembered it. And the feeling. I think that was when my crush had started to develop on you."
I was staring down at my hands and when I heard this last part I looked up so fast, my neck cracked. And me being me which is stupid, I replied the obvious.
"You felt that too?" He looked at me and his eyes searched my face.
He leaned in a bit and locked eyes with me. I leaned in too and I just breathed in his scent. I closed my eyes and smiled softly. When he spoke, his lips were so close that they brushed mine and he breathed into my mouth as he spoke.
"Don't move." And then he lightly pressed his lips against mine. I returned the force and moved up against him. I moved my hands to his hair which was soft like cotton. His hands slipped into my robes and moved to the small of my back where he one slipped into the back of my shirt, tracing circles above my pants. I shivered slightly and bit his bottom lip. He added more force to the kiss, and it quickly became breath taking.
The portrait door opened and I heard a familiar voice that I dreaded to hear. Especially being caught like this.
"I knew it."
Anybody guess who that last mysterious voice is? You won't really find out till the next chapter. Hope I didn't do any grammar mistakes and yes I used some quotes from George Lopez. The one where the big guy says something about Benny's ex Randy and she kneed him in the groin and poured beer over his bald head. All credit for those quotes go to the producers of George Lopez. Anyway, Read and review please. Review more for faster updates.
