Part 3
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: I have no clue what this part is going to be about. But it won't be as fluffy as the last part, I promise you that. I didn't mean to turn that into a songfic.
Hermione could hear her footsteps as she ran down the hall. A big grin covered her face, as she sharply turned a corner to Gryffindor.
"Flabbergast!" she breathed to the Fat Lady, and entered the common room as the portrait swung open, "Ron!" she called, as she ran up to the red haired boy.
"Hermione!" Ron exclaimed as he picked her up, and swung her around, "All better?" he asked nervously.
"Yea," she whispered, the kiss still fresh in her mind, "um, Ron, we need to talk."
"We do," he answered with a sigh, "but let's wait until after dinner."
"Sounds good," Hermione replied as Harry appeared from the stairs leading to the boys dormitory, "Harry!"
"Hey Hermi," Harry said as he gave her a hug.
"Harry, I've got some questions," Hermione whispered as Harry let go of her.
"Miss Know-It-All, has a question?" Harry asked with amusement, "All right, like what?"
"Well, I haven't had time to go the library, obviously," Hermione retorted, "besides, the library wouldn't have helped me. What happened to You-Know-Who?"
"Left his body to rot, his spirit vanished. He's powerful Hermi, more powerful than me or Dumbledore. But you shouldn't be worried about that. We're all working together. There's no I in team."
"No, but there's an M and an E," Hermione retorted back, surprising Harry with her sarcasm, "Sorry," she muttered.
"Sure you are," Harry said with a grin, "anything else?"
"Yea, um....." Hermione trailed off as she searched for words.
"Let's sit," Harry replied, leading her outside and to a bench, "And yes, Ron did mention something too me."
"And?" Hermione encouraged him to continue.
"And what? He likes you, but I think that was fairly obvious. Do I think he'll ask you out?" Harry continued seeing Hermione's mouth getting ready to form another question, "That I don't know. I think Ron's scared of commitment, but you don't need to tell him I said that," he finished with a grin.
"I won't," Hermione promised, "but why...?"
"Oh jeez, I don't know Hermione," Harry said with a sigh.
"Okay, well thanks Harry, and from now on I'll take over the library research," Hermione joked as she stood up.
"Thanks, finding that thumb stuff almost killed me," Harry replied back with a smile.
"See ya at dinner," Hermione called as she went upstairs to take a shower.
****
Feeling the water pouring over her head, Hermione was glad she could take another shower. Oh sure, Madame Pomfrey had cleaned her up, but Hermione still loved her showers. The grin fell from her face as she remembered her last shower, where she had been left with her why's and her guilt. Now the why's were answered, but the guilt remained. Her two best friends had almost died because of her.
And now there was the question of Ron. What would she do with that? She was sure she didn't love him...yet. But hadn't she just been thinking a few weeks ago, that she could? And she was positive that one that she would. But Harry had told her that Ron was one to be afraid of commitment. She refused to get her hopes up.
****
But by dinner it had been to late for Hermione. Hopes soaring through her heart, she tapped her foot on the hard concrete, waiting for Ron to meet her by the bench. She glanced at the sun, it'd be going down soon. With a sign, Hermione plopped down onto the bench, and watched the sun set. Had she been stood up?
As suddenly as the last colors of the sun had faded from the sky, Hermione heard a sound from the bushes. She jumped up, every bone in her body, praying, hoping it was Ron. But it wasn't. It was Malfoy.
****
Harry was off in a dead run as soon as he heard them. Crabbe and Goyle, discussing, well maybe that wasn't the right word. Crabbe and Goyle were both to thick to hold a conversation, but they had been doubting Malfoy. A good sign, Harry was sure of when the first began to over hear them. But soon, he had changed his mind.
****
"I don't think he can do it," Goyle had grunted in-between bites of his turkey. Neither had noticed Harry, his back facing theirs, his ears absorbing their thoughts.
"Of course he can't, Malfoy can't do nuttin," Crabbe replied. Harry allowed a smile onto his face.
"You seriously think Granger's going to blindly follow him out into the Forbidden Forest to find Weasel? She won't trust Malfoy," Goyle agreed. Harry had sat up strait. Only a moment passed while he registered the words, and then he took off for the Forbidden Forest.
****
"Hermione! In the forest, Weasel!" Malfoy gasped as he stumbled out of the bushes, "Ow, shit," he muttered as a thorn pricked his thumb.
"Right Malfoy," Hermione said in a deadpan voice, as she carefully sat back down. One could never be to careful around a Slytherin.
'Damn, plan one screwed,' Malfoy thought. But, for him anyway, Malfoy wasn't the kind of idiot who jumped into something over his head with only one means of escape. "You don't believe me? You little mudblood, your best friend is out in the forest, being ready to be torn to bits by a wolf, and you don't even care?" Malfoy studied Hermione's face carefully, and saw a reaction as she began to imagine the sight.
"Shut up Malfoy," Hermione replied, turning her head. As she did, something caught her eye. Ron's owl, that Sirius Black had given him after Scabbers had....well...turned away. The little owl landed easily in her hand, with a small note attached to her. With trembling hands, she unrolled it. What if Malfoy wasn't lying?
H-
Forbidden forest, get help, DON'T COME!
The handwriting was sloppy, very possibly Ron's, and had been scrawled on a ripped sheet of parchment. Hermione flipped it over, recognizing it as the Charms homework Ron had been working on.
"I'm ...sorry" Hermione stuttered as she stood up suddenly. She hesitated only a second before running head first into the Forbidden Forest.
****
"What'd you do with her?" Harry gasped as he pulled Malfoy around to meet his eye, "Where's Hermi?"
"Out on her little crusade to find her 'missing' boyfriend, I doubt she'll be back at Hogwarts next year. Especially when Dumbledore and McGonagall find out what she's done. Going into the Forbidden Forest alone. She should know better," Malfoy recited with a smirk.
"You low-down, cheating, son of a bitch," Harry spat back. Not waiting for a reply, he turned on his heels, and raced out toward the Forbidden Forest.
A/N: All right, so that part was short....real short. I'm sorry, I hate short fanfics. But I did set it up for a good part 4. Hopefully it won't take as long :oO!!
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: I have no clue what this part is going to be about. But it won't be as fluffy as the last part, I promise you that. I didn't mean to turn that into a songfic.
Hermione could hear her footsteps as she ran down the hall. A big grin covered her face, as she sharply turned a corner to Gryffindor.
"Flabbergast!" she breathed to the Fat Lady, and entered the common room as the portrait swung open, "Ron!" she called, as she ran up to the red haired boy.
"Hermione!" Ron exclaimed as he picked her up, and swung her around, "All better?" he asked nervously.
"Yea," she whispered, the kiss still fresh in her mind, "um, Ron, we need to talk."
"We do," he answered with a sigh, "but let's wait until after dinner."
"Sounds good," Hermione replied as Harry appeared from the stairs leading to the boys dormitory, "Harry!"
"Hey Hermi," Harry said as he gave her a hug.
"Harry, I've got some questions," Hermione whispered as Harry let go of her.
"Miss Know-It-All, has a question?" Harry asked with amusement, "All right, like what?"
"Well, I haven't had time to go the library, obviously," Hermione retorted, "besides, the library wouldn't have helped me. What happened to You-Know-Who?"
"Left his body to rot, his spirit vanished. He's powerful Hermi, more powerful than me or Dumbledore. But you shouldn't be worried about that. We're all working together. There's no I in team."
"No, but there's an M and an E," Hermione retorted back, surprising Harry with her sarcasm, "Sorry," she muttered.
"Sure you are," Harry said with a grin, "anything else?"
"Yea, um....." Hermione trailed off as she searched for words.
"Let's sit," Harry replied, leading her outside and to a bench, "And yes, Ron did mention something too me."
"And?" Hermione encouraged him to continue.
"And what? He likes you, but I think that was fairly obvious. Do I think he'll ask you out?" Harry continued seeing Hermione's mouth getting ready to form another question, "That I don't know. I think Ron's scared of commitment, but you don't need to tell him I said that," he finished with a grin.
"I won't," Hermione promised, "but why...?"
"Oh jeez, I don't know Hermione," Harry said with a sigh.
"Okay, well thanks Harry, and from now on I'll take over the library research," Hermione joked as she stood up.
"Thanks, finding that thumb stuff almost killed me," Harry replied back with a smile.
"See ya at dinner," Hermione called as she went upstairs to take a shower.
****
Feeling the water pouring over her head, Hermione was glad she could take another shower. Oh sure, Madame Pomfrey had cleaned her up, but Hermione still loved her showers. The grin fell from her face as she remembered her last shower, where she had been left with her why's and her guilt. Now the why's were answered, but the guilt remained. Her two best friends had almost died because of her.
And now there was the question of Ron. What would she do with that? She was sure she didn't love him...yet. But hadn't she just been thinking a few weeks ago, that she could? And she was positive that one that she would. But Harry had told her that Ron was one to be afraid of commitment. She refused to get her hopes up.
****
But by dinner it had been to late for Hermione. Hopes soaring through her heart, she tapped her foot on the hard concrete, waiting for Ron to meet her by the bench. She glanced at the sun, it'd be going down soon. With a sign, Hermione plopped down onto the bench, and watched the sun set. Had she been stood up?
As suddenly as the last colors of the sun had faded from the sky, Hermione heard a sound from the bushes. She jumped up, every bone in her body, praying, hoping it was Ron. But it wasn't. It was Malfoy.
****
Harry was off in a dead run as soon as he heard them. Crabbe and Goyle, discussing, well maybe that wasn't the right word. Crabbe and Goyle were both to thick to hold a conversation, but they had been doubting Malfoy. A good sign, Harry was sure of when the first began to over hear them. But soon, he had changed his mind.
****
"I don't think he can do it," Goyle had grunted in-between bites of his turkey. Neither had noticed Harry, his back facing theirs, his ears absorbing their thoughts.
"Of course he can't, Malfoy can't do nuttin," Crabbe replied. Harry allowed a smile onto his face.
"You seriously think Granger's going to blindly follow him out into the Forbidden Forest to find Weasel? She won't trust Malfoy," Goyle agreed. Harry had sat up strait. Only a moment passed while he registered the words, and then he took off for the Forbidden Forest.
****
"Hermione! In the forest, Weasel!" Malfoy gasped as he stumbled out of the bushes, "Ow, shit," he muttered as a thorn pricked his thumb.
"Right Malfoy," Hermione said in a deadpan voice, as she carefully sat back down. One could never be to careful around a Slytherin.
'Damn, plan one screwed,' Malfoy thought. But, for him anyway, Malfoy wasn't the kind of idiot who jumped into something over his head with only one means of escape. "You don't believe me? You little mudblood, your best friend is out in the forest, being ready to be torn to bits by a wolf, and you don't even care?" Malfoy studied Hermione's face carefully, and saw a reaction as she began to imagine the sight.
"Shut up Malfoy," Hermione replied, turning her head. As she did, something caught her eye. Ron's owl, that Sirius Black had given him after Scabbers had....well...turned away. The little owl landed easily in her hand, with a small note attached to her. With trembling hands, she unrolled it. What if Malfoy wasn't lying?
H-
Forbidden forest, get help, DON'T COME!
The handwriting was sloppy, very possibly Ron's, and had been scrawled on a ripped sheet of parchment. Hermione flipped it over, recognizing it as the Charms homework Ron had been working on.
"I'm ...sorry" Hermione stuttered as she stood up suddenly. She hesitated only a second before running head first into the Forbidden Forest.
****
"What'd you do with her?" Harry gasped as he pulled Malfoy around to meet his eye, "Where's Hermi?"
"Out on her little crusade to find her 'missing' boyfriend, I doubt she'll be back at Hogwarts next year. Especially when Dumbledore and McGonagall find out what she's done. Going into the Forbidden Forest alone. She should know better," Malfoy recited with a smirk.
"You low-down, cheating, son of a bitch," Harry spat back. Not waiting for a reply, he turned on his heels, and raced out toward the Forbidden Forest.
A/N: All right, so that part was short....real short. I'm sorry, I hate short fanfics. But I did set it up for a good part 4. Hopefully it won't take as long :oO!!