Love is a Many Splendored Thing
Summary: Hermione is not quite feeling herself lately, Harry is thoroughly confused with her behavior, and Ron is striving to become a true bohemian revolutionary with his quest for artistic freedom! What could be more spectacular, spectacular? Rated PG, but with a general aura of friskiness!
Disclaimer: None of the material contained in this document is related to anything legally um, legal. The characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
It was a boring Saturday morning at Hogwarts, and most of the Gryffindors were spending the morning in bed. The common room was still and empty, save for two young Gryffindors who had gotten up unusually early. Harry and Ron sat in two overstuffed chairs, still in their pajamas, talking quietly over a game of wizard's chess.
Ron grumbled sleepily as he knocked out one of Harry's bishops, "You know, I don't see the need to get up this early just to welcome her back. Even if she has been gone this long, it really is such a hellish hour."
Harry took his glasses off and wiped them on the corner of his pajama top. "She's been gone for almost three weeks."
Ron snorted. "That's her own fault. If she wants to spend nearly a month in a stuffy ol' country with her ancient aunt, she shouldn't expect us to be waiting for her, bright an' early like, all chipper and ready to listen to how great the food was and how simply gorgeous all the French waiters were. All these girls are alike when it comes to Romance and foreign countries."
"Come on, Ron, Hermione's our friend. She probably hasn't changed much at all." Harry looked on uninterestedly as his knight destroyed Ron's castle. He wondered, though. He really had missed her, in ways he had never thought possible. She was gone to spend a few weeks with her wealthy aunt in Paris, an announcement that originally quite startled Harry and Ron. But they had had time to grow used to it. Hermione talked about it for weeks in advance.
'This is just the opportunity I need!' she had said, 'A chance to observe muggle/wizard relations in a foreign country, study famous muggle art and artifacts, and get to know some new witches and wizards my age!'
This was when Harry began to get a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. What if she came back completely changed, with a whole new group of friends, and… what if she came back with a love interest? What if Hermione didn't care to spend any more time with he and Ron?
Ron snapped Harry back to his attention with a good smash to his Queen. "Check. Harry, I seriously doubt that Hermione hasn't changed at least a little bit. Hell, she might even be fancied by a few over there. You know the frogs, those French are complete womanizers."
Harry suddenly felt a bit panicked. When would she be back? Only ten more minutes… What would he say to her? Would he give her a hug? He suddenly became overly aware of his hands, and fidgeted.
Ron went on. "You know, I'm not overly impressed with those French broads either. They've got their noses all stuck up in the air, think they fancy themselves special, if you ask me." Harry thought Ron hadn't really gotten over Fleur's rejectment last year.
Ten minutes passed as Ron steadily complained and Harry got increasingly more nervous. It seemed years before the picture frame entrance to the Gryffindor common room finally swung open, and the two of them were met with a squeal of a greeting and an extraordinary site.
Hermione stepped into the room, her long hair now sleek and put up in curls, wearing a bit more makeup than was usual, and a stunningly trendy and revealingly-cut witch ensemble in a gorgeous shade of satin black.
Harry and Ron mouthed wordlessly. They were sure Hermione had changed now, more than just a little bit…
Summary: Hermione is not quite feeling herself lately, Harry is thoroughly confused with her behavior, and Ron is striving to become a true bohemian revolutionary with his quest for artistic freedom! What could be more spectacular, spectacular? Rated PG, but with a general aura of friskiness!
Disclaimer: None of the material contained in this document is related to anything legally um, legal. The characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
It was a boring Saturday morning at Hogwarts, and most of the Gryffindors were spending the morning in bed. The common room was still and empty, save for two young Gryffindors who had gotten up unusually early. Harry and Ron sat in two overstuffed chairs, still in their pajamas, talking quietly over a game of wizard's chess.
Ron grumbled sleepily as he knocked out one of Harry's bishops, "You know, I don't see the need to get up this early just to welcome her back. Even if she has been gone this long, it really is such a hellish hour."
Harry took his glasses off and wiped them on the corner of his pajama top. "She's been gone for almost three weeks."
Ron snorted. "That's her own fault. If she wants to spend nearly a month in a stuffy ol' country with her ancient aunt, she shouldn't expect us to be waiting for her, bright an' early like, all chipper and ready to listen to how great the food was and how simply gorgeous all the French waiters were. All these girls are alike when it comes to Romance and foreign countries."
"Come on, Ron, Hermione's our friend. She probably hasn't changed much at all." Harry looked on uninterestedly as his knight destroyed Ron's castle. He wondered, though. He really had missed her, in ways he had never thought possible. She was gone to spend a few weeks with her wealthy aunt in Paris, an announcement that originally quite startled Harry and Ron. But they had had time to grow used to it. Hermione talked about it for weeks in advance.
'This is just the opportunity I need!' she had said, 'A chance to observe muggle/wizard relations in a foreign country, study famous muggle art and artifacts, and get to know some new witches and wizards my age!'
This was when Harry began to get a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. What if she came back completely changed, with a whole new group of friends, and… what if she came back with a love interest? What if Hermione didn't care to spend any more time with he and Ron?
Ron snapped Harry back to his attention with a good smash to his Queen. "Check. Harry, I seriously doubt that Hermione hasn't changed at least a little bit. Hell, she might even be fancied by a few over there. You know the frogs, those French are complete womanizers."
Harry suddenly felt a bit panicked. When would she be back? Only ten more minutes… What would he say to her? Would he give her a hug? He suddenly became overly aware of his hands, and fidgeted.
Ron went on. "You know, I'm not overly impressed with those French broads either. They've got their noses all stuck up in the air, think they fancy themselves special, if you ask me." Harry thought Ron hadn't really gotten over Fleur's rejectment last year.
Ten minutes passed as Ron steadily complained and Harry got increasingly more nervous. It seemed years before the picture frame entrance to the Gryffindor common room finally swung open, and the two of them were met with a squeal of a greeting and an extraordinary site.
Hermione stepped into the room, her long hair now sleek and put up in curls, wearing a bit more makeup than was usual, and a stunningly trendy and revealingly-cut witch ensemble in a gorgeous shade of satin black.
Harry and Ron mouthed wordlessly. They were sure Hermione had changed now, more than just a little bit…