Disclaimer: I do not own anything Hey readers, for the first time I've checked my chapters, and I realized that they are way too short! I'll try to lengthen them, and hopefully they'll be at least five or six pages on word! Love them reviews!
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Hermione's absence wouldn't be ignored even with Harry's confusion at Angelica's slobbering cuteness and Ron's anger.
"Hey, where's Hermione?" Harry finally said, after prising a squeaking Angelica off him, and sitting near the fire. Amber's sharp ears caught this, and before Ron could reply, she had answered.
"What do you think, you insolent dimwit?" she spat, angry at Harry's thick attitude towards their plan in setting up Angelica, who had resumed her position in sugaring Harry, unruffled. The only success is that Harry is certainly more wary of Angelica now, and he, hopefully, had realized that she was a threat (in his point of view) to his and Ron's rule-breaking as she can tell on them if they leave her out of anything.
Harry just stared. He had no idea what the girl was talking about. The only thing that occurred to him was that he had somehow deeply offended and angered her, whom he had not really taken notice of, as well as Elizabeth, till now. Amber's deep eyes flashed and looked aflame, and her glossy black hair framing her proud features, making her obvious anger radiate from her like an exploded atomic bomb.
Elizabeth was glaring at him too, but it concealed slight amusement at Harry's ignorance and some sympathy towards Hermione. Unlike Amber, who was sincerely loyal and sensitive, as well as hiding a rather radioactive red-hot temper, she, Elizabeth, had a sense of humour that was better than Amber's and could take hurtfulness in another way. Right now she was surveying the shocked Harry, Angelica-less.
Being soulful and with a fair, understanding mind, Elizabeth was a very good listener and a good Agony-Aunt. Through the emerald green eyes of Harry's, she could see shameful but concealed love, for a certain girl, as well as flattered disgust at Angelica. Under that she saw the wound of his orphaned past, then, just above that, the frightened adventurous feeling throughout his first, second and fourth year, then the joyful reunion of a family in his third, and the extreme deep gash of when he lost his closest thing to a family he had ever had, Sirius, his godfather. It's a wonder how an average sixteen-year-old like Elizabeth can read exactly what had happened just by looking into one's eyes. Had she known it, she could have been a most skilled legimens herself.
Harry, as though responding mentally, felt like he was being x-rayed. Thoroughly. His eyes went back to the blazing dark red ones of Amber's.
"Well?" she said heatedly. "Hermione gave her heart, you worthless brainless flobberworm! And all you can do is let that gooey cow flap all over you, like a mother!"¨ She knew she had touched a nerve. Harry felt a volcano building up.
"Don't you dare insult my mother!" he yelled back, fire blazing his eyes that matched Amber's. Their anger was really heating the place up now. Students around scurry for cover.
"I wasn't insulting your mother, Potter!" Amber shouted, leaping up and staring Harry right in the eyes. Flames matching flames. "I am merely imploring that you are: A) Breaking a certain girl's heart, B) Ruining your title as the "Boy-Who-Lived" and C) Just making a stupid prat out of yourself!" Harry shook as Amber turned on her heels and stormed up to the girl's dormitory, the time being half past ten. He slowly at down. Elizabeth had resumed back to her book, but her eyes were unseeing, her mind swirling with the argument over Hermione.
Harry was thinking deeply too, his thoughts running round and round what Amber had said. Hermione gave her heart ... you are breaking a certain girl's heart...
Hey, Ginny!" Ron said conversationally, waving his sister over. "What's wrong with Hermione? And where is she?"
"For both questions, don't know," she said shortly, blushing slightly as she saw Harry. "Hi Harry!" she adopted a small, shy and squeaky voice not unlike Angelica's, which maddens Harry even more.
"Go away," he muttered through clenched teeth. Ginny was annoying, and he was going over his feelings for Hermione (at last) and he didn't need another Harry Potter Fan Club member crawling around and cuddling him. At least Colin Creevey was more of awed of Harry than wanting to be in love , which, Harry shuddered at the thought of Colin chasing him, was exactly what Ginny Weasley was doing right now. He was really annoyed at Ginny's squeakiness and flattery.
"Harry, don't be sad, you're okay, don't worry if Hermione doesn't like you any more, look, I like you!" she said dramatically, as though it really mattered that she liked Harry. Harry looked stonily at her. He had just realized that she fancies him (his feelings were rather slow at the moment). His best friend's little sister! And Ron approved of it, but, one little snag, Harry doesn't!
Just as Harry was cringing under Ginny's squawks of forced laughter at her lame joke, something about a love square including Harry, Hermione, a boy and herself, the portrait opened, revealing a dark-haired girl. Hermione. Harry's head snapped up at the sound of her footsteps.
"Hermione!" he cried in relief, having worried about her safety.
Hermione's heart tightened at the sight and the sound of Harry. His loveable green gaze held her own warm chocolate ones. Her knees felt watery but then something hardened over her soft heart. Draco had kissed her. Harry hadn't. Draco wanted her. Harry doesn't. Draco was there for her when she needed a comfort most. Harry wasn't. Draco Draco Draco. Not Harry.
"Out of my way, Potter!" she said sharply, ignoring the cringe in her heart, the love for him. Kicking it mentally out of the way, she brushed past Harry to Elizabeth, who had waited for her at the bottom of the stairs, and together they disappeared up to the girls' dormitory.
Harry felt winded, unfeeling. Even with goggled-eyed Ginny at his heel, he couldn't feel anything except the fact that all oxygen seemed to have been sucked out of his lungs. His heart failed to pump. His head swam, even worse than last year when he was fighting to rise to the surface without gills, with Ron and Gabrielle Delacour weighing him down. His legs felt like jelly.
Angelica had retreated back to the sofa, nettled due to the fact that Harry had snapped at her, and he had risen to greet Hermione so willingly, but that cow had just brushed him away like a fly. She glared jealously at the mature girl with long curls striding up to her dormitory, seething.
Hermione's insides were bubbling. Bubbling with jealousy and hurt at how much Harry was taking notice of Angelica and ignoring her; bubbling with unsure love for Draco; bubbling with anger at Ron at his way-less-than-average logic, saying how compatible Angelica was with Harry, in front of Hermione, who had been debating whether to ask Harry out or not.
She stomped up the stone steps, behind Elizabeth. When they opened the door to the sixth years dormitory they saw Amber practising double-cartwheels ending in a graceful fourth croisé plié. Not surprisingly, Amber does ballet as well, which was astonishing as she comes from a wizarding family, as a three-quarter blood, her father being half-blooded.
"I never knew you do ballet, Amber!" Hermione said, her anger bubbled into nothingness in her surprise, sitting on her bed and looking at the slim, graceful, cart wheeling/ballet girl who was now doing dévelopés. Hermione marvelled the way the girl managed to stay so sure-footed on tiptoe and being so tall at the same time.
"Oh, I do," Amber said, without the slightest sign of embarrassment. "My Grandmother was a ballet dancer when she married my Grandpa. My Dad had no talent at all so they decided to put it all in me. Mum, on the other hand, fancied me being a sportswoman, because she had always admired the sprinters and the high-jumpers, so I'm that as well!" Elizabeth and Hermione laughed heartily and Amber grinned, and did a forward flip and landed softly in front of Hermione.
"So, Hermione, what happened between you and Draco Malfoy?" she asked casually. Hermione almost fell for it but she collected herself in time.
"What the hell?"she cursed, then clapped her hands to her mouth. The other two laughed again. "How do you know that? Assuming that I really met him, of course." she added hastily at the smirks of her roommates.
"Oh don't pretend, my dear Hermy," Elizabeth teased her. "We know how to Grawp your moments," Hermione frowned then she realized.
"You knew!" she shrieked, leaping up. "You knew about Draco; you knew about Hagrid's mission; you knew about Grawp!"
"Draco, huh?" Amber said snidely, smiling at Hermione.
"We're not ignorant, you know," said Elizabeth conversationally. "We seemed insignificant, but we know a lot more than people bargain for."
"Such as?" said Hermione sceptically. Amber smirked.
"Such as the forthcoming event of a certain Miss Granger becoming the girlfriend of Mr. Potter!" Hermione shrieked and threw a pillow at Amber.
"I do not fancy Potter!"
"Oooh, Potter, is it now?" Amber said from the floor, having just been attacked by a ferocious Hermione. "First Draco, and now Potter. Who're you falling for anyway, Herms?"
'Herms' growled and Amber retreated, saying :"Alright, alright, you win." Hermione sat back down, sighing, and thinking about what they had said.
We know a lot more than people bargain for...Kthe forthcoming event of a certain Miss Granger becoming the girlfriend of Mr. Potter...first Draco and now Potter, who're you falling for?
She looked up into the searching looks of Amber and Elizabeth.
"We know more about people than people know about us," said Elizabeth promptly, reading Hermione's eyes exactly. Those large, clouded chocolate eyes gazed at her helplessly.
"I-I..." she began in her defence, but faltered. She looked down at the carpet whilst Amber and Elizabeth surveyed her unceremoniously (A/N I've absolutely no idea what that word means, but it seems to fit into this line and it sounds good too! Anyone willing to tell me the meaning? Greatly appreciated)
"You really like Harry, don't you, Hermione?" said Elizabeth finally, interpreting her gaze correctly and sitting beside the girl on her bed.
"You like Malfoy as well, don't you?" Amber asked immediately after her. Hermione hesitated, but their words floated back into her mind.
We know a lot more than people bargain for... Knowing that they will find out eventually, if needed at all, she gave in. She nodded. Stopped. And nodded again. Amber and Elizabeth smiled secretively, not wanting to prevent their roommate from saying further.
"Which one do you like more?"
Hermione was silent. Elizabeth knew what she was thinking, as usual.
"I don't know," she chanted, the same time as Hermione exploded those words.
"STOP READING MY MIND!" Hermione yelled at Elizabeth, her curls sparkling in anger.
"Well I can't help that!" said Elizabeth conversationally, raising up and approaching her bed. "Now, if you've finished shouting at me, Mrs. Potter, I need to go to bed,"
It wasn't until Hermione was brushing her curls and Amber's snores were heard in the dark dormitory, did she realize that she had been called Mrs. Potter, and had not objected to it.
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Once again I apologize for any punctuation mistakes or wrong settings because, like I said, once again I couldn't load this onto fanfic by wordpad, so I have to use that blimming notepad which turns out totally rubbish. Anyway...
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