Hey Guys
I can't believe I let my updating get this bad. . . but I did. I guess school just hasn't given me the time to write at all. I was thinking of just letting the story go, but because of all the great feedback that's been given, I'm gunna try my hardest to write a good chapter and post ASAP. In the meantime, here's a short sample of the start of the next chapter. . . just a little preview to make sure I don't lose all you great people. Hope you enjoy it, and thanks again!
Ashley
Hermione stayed awake for quite some time after receiving the letter. She lay on her back, berating herself for ever getting involved, for ever breaking the turner in the first place. But in the end, she knew that if she had to do it all over again, she'd still have fallen in love with Albus Dumbledore.
It was Sunday. That meant another day spent with Albus. What would he have in store for her today? A sock knitting session? A smile tugged at her lips at the thought of Albus, surrounded by a pile of variously colored socks, and furiously knitting on another blue pair to match his eyes. God she loved him. Struck with a sudden burst of hopeful energy, she leapt out of bed, and began getting ready. It was only 7:00, perhaps if she got ready fast enough, she could be prepared for Albus before he got up.
Hermione stepped tentatively on the first stair towards the boys' dormitories. Should she go up and see if he was awake? What about all the other boys? Oh, but it would be so fun to wake him up! All right, if there are any other boys but Albus who remain in the dorm, she'll leave immediately. Sounds like a plan.
The door was the same heavy, clunky wooden thing she remembered from Harry and Ron's dormitory. A loud creaking noise emitted from the door as she slowly pushed it open, revealing 5 four-poster beds, with only one inhabited. A mischievous smile swiftly spread across her face. Forgetting the loudness in her steps she began trotting across the floor, quickly gaining speed, and propelled herself upward just as she got to the foot of his bed. Her brief flight in mid air ended within a fraction of a second as she landed, hard, upon Albus's unsuspecting person.
"G'morning!" Hermione squealed.
"Ah! Ugh, oh. . . .Hermione! Wha-why. . ."
"Just thought since you got to give me a surprise wake-up, I'd give you one too," she grinned, trying all too hard to appear cute and innocent after her rather intrusive assault.
"I see. . . seems fair enough to me," he yawned, rubbing his eyes.
Hermione giggled. "I hope I wasn't too rough on you."
"Oh, no, not at all. . .you were like a cat, really. . .you know, the kind that leaps upon your bed and paws at you until you get up and pet them."
"Um, I think you're still a little sleepy," she whispered, as she leaned over and gave him a light kiss on his lips.
Just as she began to sit up and roll off of him, she found herself seized around the middle. Quickly she fell back on top of him, with her face buried in his crisp, rumpled white sheets.
"Think you're getting away that easily, do you?" Dumbledore mused, as he settled her next to him on the right side of his bed.
Hermione laughed, snuggled herself against his chest, and positioned her face close to his.
"You're in an especially good mood this morning. Is there anything I should know?" she teased, and began running her fingers through his thick, auburn hair.
"No, no nothing. . . just that I find you unfathomably beautiful," he replied, mumbling the last part very quickly.
"Oh, now you're getting mushy one me!" she laughed, and stroked his right cheek. Dumbledore blushed furiously.
Hermione rolled off of him slowly, and sat in a chair near his bed. "I'll give you a few minutes to compose yourself, shall I go and wait for you downstairs?"
"No, that's quite all right, I'll only be a moment," he chocked as he slid off his mattress and scuttled into the bathroom. Hermione watched him go, and couldn't help but grin when she noticed the bloomers.
I can't believe I let my updating get this bad. . . but I did. I guess school just hasn't given me the time to write at all. I was thinking of just letting the story go, but because of all the great feedback that's been given, I'm gunna try my hardest to write a good chapter and post ASAP. In the meantime, here's a short sample of the start of the next chapter. . . just a little preview to make sure I don't lose all you great people. Hope you enjoy it, and thanks again!
Ashley
Hermione stayed awake for quite some time after receiving the letter. She lay on her back, berating herself for ever getting involved, for ever breaking the turner in the first place. But in the end, she knew that if she had to do it all over again, she'd still have fallen in love with Albus Dumbledore.
It was Sunday. That meant another day spent with Albus. What would he have in store for her today? A sock knitting session? A smile tugged at her lips at the thought of Albus, surrounded by a pile of variously colored socks, and furiously knitting on another blue pair to match his eyes. God she loved him. Struck with a sudden burst of hopeful energy, she leapt out of bed, and began getting ready. It was only 7:00, perhaps if she got ready fast enough, she could be prepared for Albus before he got up.
Hermione stepped tentatively on the first stair towards the boys' dormitories. Should she go up and see if he was awake? What about all the other boys? Oh, but it would be so fun to wake him up! All right, if there are any other boys but Albus who remain in the dorm, she'll leave immediately. Sounds like a plan.
The door was the same heavy, clunky wooden thing she remembered from Harry and Ron's dormitory. A loud creaking noise emitted from the door as she slowly pushed it open, revealing 5 four-poster beds, with only one inhabited. A mischievous smile swiftly spread across her face. Forgetting the loudness in her steps she began trotting across the floor, quickly gaining speed, and propelled herself upward just as she got to the foot of his bed. Her brief flight in mid air ended within a fraction of a second as she landed, hard, upon Albus's unsuspecting person.
"G'morning!" Hermione squealed.
"Ah! Ugh, oh. . . .Hermione! Wha-why. . ."
"Just thought since you got to give me a surprise wake-up, I'd give you one too," she grinned, trying all too hard to appear cute and innocent after her rather intrusive assault.
"I see. . . seems fair enough to me," he yawned, rubbing his eyes.
Hermione giggled. "I hope I wasn't too rough on you."
"Oh, no, not at all. . .you were like a cat, really. . .you know, the kind that leaps upon your bed and paws at you until you get up and pet them."
"Um, I think you're still a little sleepy," she whispered, as she leaned over and gave him a light kiss on his lips.
Just as she began to sit up and roll off of him, she found herself seized around the middle. Quickly she fell back on top of him, with her face buried in his crisp, rumpled white sheets.
"Think you're getting away that easily, do you?" Dumbledore mused, as he settled her next to him on the right side of his bed.
Hermione laughed, snuggled herself against his chest, and positioned her face close to his.
"You're in an especially good mood this morning. Is there anything I should know?" she teased, and began running her fingers through his thick, auburn hair.
"No, no nothing. . . just that I find you unfathomably beautiful," he replied, mumbling the last part very quickly.
"Oh, now you're getting mushy one me!" she laughed, and stroked his right cheek. Dumbledore blushed furiously.
Hermione rolled off of him slowly, and sat in a chair near his bed. "I'll give you a few minutes to compose yourself, shall I go and wait for you downstairs?"
"No, that's quite all right, I'll only be a moment," he chocked as he slid off his mattress and scuttled into the bathroom. Hermione watched him go, and couldn't help but grin when she noticed the bloomers.