After Alexis
A/N: Hi everyone! I'm baaaaaaaaack! With the sequel to
Carrying out the prophecy. This part is the mushy, flaky part of
the 5 part series. the 6th and 7th years reveal more fighting, a
mysterious past, and secrets locked away. But, for now, you have
to settle for the humorous, romantic part. Also, I'm dedicating
this part to all my friends at Sanborn Western Camps. Especially
Crystal Palace East, and all my friends, including Jules, Natalie,
Amber...and my fellow HP fan, Kait. You all wondered what I was
writing in that small notebook of mine...here it is. I know, it's much
crappier then the first one. I know. It's going to get better, I
promise you. This is basically a fill in for the 5th year, since
nothing really happens.
disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling except Alexis
Moore. Ranma 1/2 belongs to Rumiko Takahashi.
"But you were so awesome! You defeated her and it was
major cool!"
Hermione Granger looked from her novel for a second to
stare at Ginny Weasley as Ginny praised her.
"Ginny, that was a year ago! Can't you just forget it?"
"But it's SUCH big news still!" , Ginny exclaimed, " You've
been the biggest celebrity since Harry and Lockhart!"
Hermione put down her novel and pulled out a Japanese
comic called Ranma 1/2 . Ginny rolled her eyes.
"What's up with you and those dumb comics?"
Hermione glared at her.
"Don't you ever call these comics dumb if you know what's
good for you."
Ginny backed away from her. Luckily, at that second, Harry
Potter walked in.
"I hope you aren't bothering Hermione, Ginny," said Harry, "
She just kicked someone's ass this morning and is in a bad mood."
Ginny tore from the room as Harry shot Hermione a grin.
She gave him a lopsided smile back as he followed Ginny.
She had to hand it to him. He'd been an awesome friend.
Ever since the defeat of Alexis, she'd been a celebrity. Now she
finally knew how harry felt.
Still, Alexis had made a full recovery, and was at home.
And then, there was Ron. She hadn't heard from him much.
He was keeper for the quidditch team, and therefore was quite
occupied.
And then there was HIM. White rose boy. Who she'd seen
only once, but he haunted her mind. He was so sincere, caring, and
wonderfully perfect.
But, he was gone, and hadn't appeared again.
Hermione sighed and leaned back into the couch. What had
become of her masked love interest? She could only wonder...
Meanwhile, quidditch practice was going on.
"Great save, Ron!" exclaimed Fred, as Ron saved yet another
quaffle from passing through the goalposts.
"Thanks" Ron replied. It was a good idea to join the
quidditch team, but it sure left him no free time.
He heard someone call a break, and he flew down to the
benches and looked back to the castle. He couldn't get her off his
mind.
Hermione. He was so close to kissing her last year. She was
so pure, so full of natural beauty, unlike some girls. Girls who wore
too much makeup.
He sighed and leaned back. God, he'd had no time to talk
with her, but he still stole gazes at her all the time. From her
smile, her beautiful figure, her-
Ron shook his head. Not good to think like that.
He stared into the sky. He loved her so much, his heart
ached.
"RON!" yelled George, "Time for practice!"
"Ah, right," replied Ron. He got up and decided then and now,
things were going to change this year.
* * *
A girl paced a study in a dark dungeon. She wrapped her
cloak tighter around her. Goodness, it was cold.
"So, you know your mission," said a voice.
"Yes, my master," She replied, "I will not fail you. Not like
Alexis Moore."
"Good," said the voice, "Little do the people of Hogwarts
know, that there is a traitor in the midst!"
Part 2
Hermione was still in the common room when the news
was announced. The common room was quite crowded. Harry, Ron,
Ginny, and Lavender were talking in a corner, and Fred and George
were playing exploding snap when Professor Mcgonagall walked in.
She had a piece of parchment with her, and she walked over to
the side wall and hung it up. Everyone except Hermione gathered
around to read it.
The annual upper school (5th, 6th, and 7th years) ball is to be held
this Saturday in the great hall. Dress nicely. Refreshments will be
served.
Pretty much all the girls started squealing.
"No fair!" said Ginny, "I wanna go!"
"I'll take you, Ginny," said Harry, smiling.
Ginny threw her arms around his neck and squealed with
happiness. Harry looked as if his eardrums were about to break.
"Oooooooh Ronniekins!" said Lavender, "We MUST go! When
are you going to ask me?"
Lavender tugged on Ron's arm.
"When?" She persisted, "When?"
Ron, however, had different ideas.
from Ron's journal...
Well, life officially sucks.
Ok, so it's cool that there's going to be a ball. But,
LAVENDER wants me to take her.
Lavender, the leech.
I could kill Harry for setting me up with her.
She's in love with me, and I don't love her back. And... I want
to take Hermione.
Before Lavender interrupted, I was in one of the best
dreams I'd ever had.
It was wonderful. She'd accepted my invitation to it, and we
danced, we kissed, and she became mine.
But now, my world is screwed. I don't know what to do.
Ron
* * *
Hermione glared. So, there was going to be a dance. She put
down her book. Who would go with a violent, too smart for her own
good chick like her? Great, one new thing to ruin her life.
Then, from what sounded like a crack of lightning, a letter
appeared next to her. She curiously picked it up.
Ms. Granger-
Prepare to meet your end. Surrender your powers and the
boy of the white rose to the dark forces, or Hogwarts and
everyone you feel for will perish. May the dark side live on. I am
watching you, and you shall soon be gone!
There was no signature.
Hermione stared at it, and then crumpled it into a ball.
Whoever they are, and whenever they came, she'd be ready.
* * *
"Hey Harry, can we talk?"
It was a rainy Thursday when Ron decided that Harry could
help him with his problem. They were best friends, after all.
"Sure, what's up?"
Ron wasn't sure how to approach this.
"Well, um," Ron started, "This girl likes me, but I like
someone else. and the first girl won't leave me alone!"
"Alright, you wanna know why I set you up with Lavender?"
Ron was stunned for a second, and then he nodded.
"Okay, it's cause of Hermione. She doesn't have those type
of feelings."
"What in the heck are you talking about?" Ron shouted.
Ron was stunned. What in the heck was Harry trying to do?
Ruin his life?
"Listen, Ron, I know her better then you do."
That was true. Harry did spend much more time with her
then he did.
"And," Harry continued, " I'm doing you a favor. I knew
Lavender liked you. So I did you a favor."
"WHY?"
Ron was furious now.
"Because. Hermione never shows any romantic interest in
you."
Ron looked as if he was about to explode.
"SHE NEVER SHOWS ANY ROMANTIC INTREST IN
ANYTHING! Just...don't do that anymore!"
This time, it was Harry who was shocked.
"Also," Ron said, "What am I going to do?"
This time, Harry cracked up laughing.
"All this time," said Harry, through laughter, "you've been
yelling at me, and NOW you want advice?"
"You're the only person I can turn to," said Ron.
Harry smiled.
"Well," said Harry, "Do what your heart tells you."
Ron smiled back.
"Thanks Harry," He said, as he left.
* * *
He found her sitting by the lake.
"Um.......hi!" said Ron, instantly nervous.
She looked up and smiled.
"Well, hello there," said Hermione, "You've been quite a
stranger lately."
"Yea, well, the team says I'm a fabulous asset," said Ron,
grinning.
"They're right," She replied, " You haven't let a quaffle go
by."
Ron turned bright red and gazed at her.
"Perhaps you forget to make time for the violent, full of
attitude chick," She said, going back to her book.
Ron snapped back to reality.
"No no no!" He said, "I haven't forgotten my friends."
Even though I wish we could be more, He thought.
"That's nice to hear," She said, smiling again," So, what
brings you to my presence? A friendly chat that we haven't done
since quidditch practices started?"
"Well, um, uh, you see....not exactly..." He said, as she
frowned at him, " but wait! Hear me out! I came to ask you...if
you...um..."
"Well, spit it out," She said.
"Wanna go to the ball with me?" He asked.
He turned red again.
She looked at him curiously, and then smiled.
"Sure," she replied, "I'll see ya there."
And with that, she left, leaving Ron jaw dropped and happy.
She didn't go too far into the school when she passed
Professor Dumbledore.
"Miss Granger, I'd like a word," He said.
She followed him to his office.
" I'll make this simple, Miss Granger. I have heard you
received a threat."
"Yes, sir."
"I just wanted to warn you, the prophecy will be awakened
once again. You must be prepared."
"Oh, I am. I'm ready."
Part 3
The days passed quickly, and soon it was Saturday. While the
boys played, chatted, and did things throughout the days, the girls
were scarce. They were quite occupied with getting ready.
"Don't worry, Ron. You'll be fine."
Ron turned to Harry. He was tired from the previous
quidditch practice. He actually was worried, but he wasn't about to
let Harry know that.
"I'm perfectly fine, Harry. I'm not nervous in the least."
Now that was a flat out lie, thought Ron, as he searched his
trunk for his dress robes. He found them, and put them on.
There had been quite an improvement since last year. Ginny
had cut up all the stray threads, and sewed up the singed parts
for him. Now, they closely resembled Harry's bottlegreen ones.
Ron silently thanked Ginny as he put his dress robes on.
"I see your robes have had a vast improvement," said Harry,
grinning.
"Yea, well, little sisters are useful for some things."
"She's not a bad seamstress at all."
Ron took a comb and started running it through his hair while
Harry put on his robes. Harry faced the mirror.
"I really, really hate my hair," said Harry, as he tried to
comb it down.
Ron snickered as Harry started piling mousse and gel into his
hair, trying to slick it down the best as possible.
Meanwhile, another dilemma was going on.
"There is no way I'm going to be able to fit into that dress."
Ginny rolled her eyes as she looked into the skeptical face of
Hermione Granger.
"Yes you will," said Ginny, "You haven't tried it yet. You can't
say you won't until you try it."
And Hermione reluctantly slipped the dress over her head.
Ginny zipped it up the back.
"See? You look fabulous!"
Hermione could sort of see what Ginny meant. Hermione
gazed at her reflection. The dress was made of crushed velvet in
a plum color. It was off the shoulder, and it clung to every curve
of her body. It flared at the end, and a small train was behind it.
She had strappy plum colored sandals to complete the outfit.
"You need a decent hairstyle and makeup now," said Ginny.
Before Hermione could protest, Ginny had Hermione's hair in
a half ponytail, with the ponytail part in a bun, and the rest in
waves. Ginny did her makeup with a light touch.
"Ah..." said Ginny, " You look breathtaking."
"I feel like a barbie doll."
"You shouldn't. You just look really nice."
Hermione glanced at her watch.
"Time to go."
Ginny nodded and the two walked to the common room.
Ron and Harry were lounging in the common room when they
walked in. Harry smiled and took Ginny's hand and kissed it. Ginny
giggled and blushed furiously and the two left.
" Ready?" asked Hermione.
It looked as if it would be awhile till Ron was ready. He was
speechless. He'd be resisting the temptation to pull her to him and
kiss her forcefully on the lips.
"Um.......yeah," Ron said, or the most he could manage at the
moment.
Hermione took his hand in hers, and led him out of the
common room.
The great hall was dazzling. Harry and Ginny were waltzing
around when Ron turned to Hermione.
"So, um, you wanna dance?"
Hermione turned to him. He seemed so loving...she didn't
want to resist...
"Sure," She said, before she could stop herself.
A slow song started to play, and Ron led her to the dance
floor. He put his arms around her waist, and she put her arms
around his neck, and they started to dance.
Hermione had never felt anything like this before. She felt
so...safe, there in his arms. She looked into his eyes and she
couldn't tear her gaze away. Ron raised her face to his.
"Hermione..." said Ron, softly.
She mustn't hold back now...
"Yes," She said.
He moved in closer to her, closed his eyes, and kissed her on
the lips. She shut her eyes and kissed back.
If one moment was like eternity to either of them, it was
this. Neither of them knew how long they stood there, kissing, but
they knew they never wanted to let go.
But, right then, something went off like a firecracker. A
hole burst through the floor, and a girl appeared. Even though she
was covered in a black cloak, everyone knew her identity. The girl
walked to Hermione.
"You still have what we want," She said.
Hermione was speechless.
"YOU!" Said Hermione.
Part 4
Hermione Stared at the girl in front of her. It just couldn't
be true...
"L...L...Lavender?" Hermione choked out.
"Yes, ME," said Lavender, " Now we have other matters of
importance to take care of..."
She went for her wand, but Hermione was faster. In and
instant, Hermione's dress was gone, and plum robes appeared. She
had her wand in hand.
"Guess I'm too quick for you, huh Lavender?"
"Not quite, mudblood."
A green light shot out of the end of her wand, and hit
Hermione in the stomach. She fell and hit the wall.
"My master will be quite pleased with your powers, Granger,"
Said Lavender, as she started to drain Hermione of all magical
blood.
"Not so fast!"
A figure was shilouetted in the doorway.
"And who might you be?" asked Lavender.
The figure moved to the light. There was no mistaking the
person who stood there.
Lavender gasped.
"It's.........you! The white rose boy!" She exclaimed.
The boy hung his head.
"Yes, it is I," He said. His sunglasses hid his eyes, and his
hate hid his hair. He was a masked stranger.
The rose boy reached into the coat of his tux, and pulled out
a wand. He started to give Hermione her power back. Hermione
rose to her feet, and looked at the masked hero before her. She
was speechless.
"You must overcome this evil," He said, " Don't let them take
our powers, or me, away. Keep me free..."
Hermione found it hard to tear her eyes from him, but she
turned and faced Lavender.
"You can't keep your power from me long, girl!" said Lavender.
Lavender sent spells at her from every which way, but
Hermione dodged every one. Finally, Lavender had her cornered.
"How Alexis wanted to be the one to rid the world of you,"
She spat, "I'll do it instead. I'll win back the love that was
rightfully mine. You don't deserve to toy with the white rose boy's
affections!"
"What the-" said Hermione. But, the sword of Godric
Gryffindor appeared next to her.
"Time to fight!" said Hermione.
Hermione used all the energy she could, as her sword
clashed against Lavender's. Hermione could feel the blood rushing
to her head. If she didn't defeat her soon, she might pass out...
But then, Lavender knocked Hermione's sword from her
hand, and backed her against the wall. Hermione's head throbbed,
and sweat was pouring down her face. She didn't know how much
more she could take...
"Now," said Lavender, her sword aimed at Hermione's throat,
"Surrender. or die. Let the true side win!"
Hermione said nothing. All she needed was a diversion.
"Speak, you fool, speak!" cried Lavender.
Hermione glanced around the great hall. At all the terrified
faces. She couldn't see Ron or the white rose boy anywhere. Then,
she saw what she was looking for. The beautiful, crystal
chandelier.
Hermione rolled a few feet, and picked up her wand where
she dropped it.
" Any last words?" said Lavender, her sword tip only about a
centimeter from Hermione's skin. Hermione could already feel the
coldness of the blade.
"Yes," said Hermione, "Good bye!"
She took her wand and aimed it at the chandelier. Bluebell
flames shot from it, and hit the chandelier rope.
The rope burned away, and everyone, including Lavender,
screamed. The chandelier was right above her, and Hermione only
had about a second to get away...with the little energy she had
left in her.
She only had enough strength to roll a few more feet out of
the way, so she went as far as she could go, and the chandelier
crashed on Lavender. The last thing Hermione saw was debris
from the crash flying towards her.......then it all became black.
* * *
Hermione squinted and stirred. Gosh, the light was so bright.
She opened her eyes and looked around.
"Well, nice to see you're up."
Madam Pomfrey was staring into Hermione's face.
Hermione looked out a window and saw that it was daylight.
"Ummmmm...," asked Hermione, " How long have I been in
here?"
"A week," replied Madam Pomfrey.
Hermione gasped.
"Yes, you had quite a heavy blow from the chandelier."
"But," said Hermione, "What happened to Lavender?"
Madam Pomfrey looked to her feet.
"She was killed instantly when the chandelier hit. She was
buried three days ago," said Madam Pomfrey.
At that moment, Professor Mcgonagall walked in.
"Oh good, you're awake," said Professor Mcgonagall, " the
Gryffindors will be most pleased."
And, she left.
And very soon, Harry, Ginny, and Ron burst in.
"Oh, you're okay! You're okay!" said Ginny, through tears.
"Don't mind Ginny," said Harry, "she's just taken your injuries
pretty hard."
"I heard about Lavender," said Hermione.
The three fell silent.
"Yea, well, she was obnoxious and disliked," said Harry.
And, the subject was closed.
"Well, we're going to alert the rest of the school," said
Ginny, "c'mon Harry!"
And she pulled him out of the room, giving Ron what he could
swore was a wink.
"So, um, I'm glad you're okay," He said, smiling at her.
"Well, Madam Pomfrey said I can leave now. Want to escort
me back to Gryffindor tower?" She asked.
Ron had to control himself from jumping up and down and
cheering.
"s.......s.......sure," He stammered, and She got up. The left
quietly.
He had to ask her, he had no other choice. He'd be pondering
about it for days if he didn't know the answer...He stopped her
outside Gryffindor tower. It was now or never.
"Um....Hermione...." said Ron.
"Yes?"
She looks so innocent, like she has no idea what is going on,
thought Ron.
"Did....um............that kiss mean anything to you?" asked Ron.
She stared at him.
Shit, thought Ron.
"Cause, I mean, if it didn't, I'll leave you alone. I'll give you
your space. I'll never-"
Hermione looked at him and smiled.
"Of course it did," She said, " I love you, didn't you know?"
She said it before she could stop herself. Ron just stood
there, staring at her. And then, he smiled.
"I love you, too" He said, putting his arms around her.
"Oh, really? Why can't you tell me this soon-"
But she was cut off. She allowed him to pull her into yet
another passionate kiss.
A/N: YAY! the end of this volume is here! Of course, I have three
more....^_^ . Sorry this volume....well...isn't as good as the others.
The next one will have more romance, action, and secrets
revealed. But for now, this is only the end of a volume in the story
of a boy, a girl, and an ancient prophecy that binds them together.
Bye, till the next volume!
A/N: Hi everyone! I'm baaaaaaaaack! With the sequel to
Carrying out the prophecy. This part is the mushy, flaky part of
the 5 part series. the 6th and 7th years reveal more fighting, a
mysterious past, and secrets locked away. But, for now, you have
to settle for the humorous, romantic part. Also, I'm dedicating
this part to all my friends at Sanborn Western Camps. Especially
Crystal Palace East, and all my friends, including Jules, Natalie,
Amber...and my fellow HP fan, Kait. You all wondered what I was
writing in that small notebook of mine...here it is. I know, it's much
crappier then the first one. I know. It's going to get better, I
promise you. This is basically a fill in for the 5th year, since
nothing really happens.
disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling except Alexis
Moore. Ranma 1/2 belongs to Rumiko Takahashi.
"But you were so awesome! You defeated her and it was
major cool!"
Hermione Granger looked from her novel for a second to
stare at Ginny Weasley as Ginny praised her.
"Ginny, that was a year ago! Can't you just forget it?"
"But it's SUCH big news still!" , Ginny exclaimed, " You've
been the biggest celebrity since Harry and Lockhart!"
Hermione put down her novel and pulled out a Japanese
comic called Ranma 1/2 . Ginny rolled her eyes.
"What's up with you and those dumb comics?"
Hermione glared at her.
"Don't you ever call these comics dumb if you know what's
good for you."
Ginny backed away from her. Luckily, at that second, Harry
Potter walked in.
"I hope you aren't bothering Hermione, Ginny," said Harry, "
She just kicked someone's ass this morning and is in a bad mood."
Ginny tore from the room as Harry shot Hermione a grin.
She gave him a lopsided smile back as he followed Ginny.
She had to hand it to him. He'd been an awesome friend.
Ever since the defeat of Alexis, she'd been a celebrity. Now she
finally knew how harry felt.
Still, Alexis had made a full recovery, and was at home.
And then, there was Ron. She hadn't heard from him much.
He was keeper for the quidditch team, and therefore was quite
occupied.
And then there was HIM. White rose boy. Who she'd seen
only once, but he haunted her mind. He was so sincere, caring, and
wonderfully perfect.
But, he was gone, and hadn't appeared again.
Hermione sighed and leaned back into the couch. What had
become of her masked love interest? She could only wonder...
Meanwhile, quidditch practice was going on.
"Great save, Ron!" exclaimed Fred, as Ron saved yet another
quaffle from passing through the goalposts.
"Thanks" Ron replied. It was a good idea to join the
quidditch team, but it sure left him no free time.
He heard someone call a break, and he flew down to the
benches and looked back to the castle. He couldn't get her off his
mind.
Hermione. He was so close to kissing her last year. She was
so pure, so full of natural beauty, unlike some girls. Girls who wore
too much makeup.
He sighed and leaned back. God, he'd had no time to talk
with her, but he still stole gazes at her all the time. From her
smile, her beautiful figure, her-
Ron shook his head. Not good to think like that.
He stared into the sky. He loved her so much, his heart
ached.
"RON!" yelled George, "Time for practice!"
"Ah, right," replied Ron. He got up and decided then and now,
things were going to change this year.
* * *
A girl paced a study in a dark dungeon. She wrapped her
cloak tighter around her. Goodness, it was cold.
"So, you know your mission," said a voice.
"Yes, my master," She replied, "I will not fail you. Not like
Alexis Moore."
"Good," said the voice, "Little do the people of Hogwarts
know, that there is a traitor in the midst!"
Part 2
Hermione was still in the common room when the news
was announced. The common room was quite crowded. Harry, Ron,
Ginny, and Lavender were talking in a corner, and Fred and George
were playing exploding snap when Professor Mcgonagall walked in.
She had a piece of parchment with her, and she walked over to
the side wall and hung it up. Everyone except Hermione gathered
around to read it.
The annual upper school (5th, 6th, and 7th years) ball is to be held
this Saturday in the great hall. Dress nicely. Refreshments will be
served.
Pretty much all the girls started squealing.
"No fair!" said Ginny, "I wanna go!"
"I'll take you, Ginny," said Harry, smiling.
Ginny threw her arms around his neck and squealed with
happiness. Harry looked as if his eardrums were about to break.
"Oooooooh Ronniekins!" said Lavender, "We MUST go! When
are you going to ask me?"
Lavender tugged on Ron's arm.
"When?" She persisted, "When?"
Ron, however, had different ideas.
from Ron's journal...
Well, life officially sucks.
Ok, so it's cool that there's going to be a ball. But,
LAVENDER wants me to take her.
Lavender, the leech.
I could kill Harry for setting me up with her.
She's in love with me, and I don't love her back. And... I want
to take Hermione.
Before Lavender interrupted, I was in one of the best
dreams I'd ever had.
It was wonderful. She'd accepted my invitation to it, and we
danced, we kissed, and she became mine.
But now, my world is screwed. I don't know what to do.
Ron
* * *
Hermione glared. So, there was going to be a dance. She put
down her book. Who would go with a violent, too smart for her own
good chick like her? Great, one new thing to ruin her life.
Then, from what sounded like a crack of lightning, a letter
appeared next to her. She curiously picked it up.
Ms. Granger-
Prepare to meet your end. Surrender your powers and the
boy of the white rose to the dark forces, or Hogwarts and
everyone you feel for will perish. May the dark side live on. I am
watching you, and you shall soon be gone!
There was no signature.
Hermione stared at it, and then crumpled it into a ball.
Whoever they are, and whenever they came, she'd be ready.
* * *
"Hey Harry, can we talk?"
It was a rainy Thursday when Ron decided that Harry could
help him with his problem. They were best friends, after all.
"Sure, what's up?"
Ron wasn't sure how to approach this.
"Well, um," Ron started, "This girl likes me, but I like
someone else. and the first girl won't leave me alone!"
"Alright, you wanna know why I set you up with Lavender?"
Ron was stunned for a second, and then he nodded.
"Okay, it's cause of Hermione. She doesn't have those type
of feelings."
"What in the heck are you talking about?" Ron shouted.
Ron was stunned. What in the heck was Harry trying to do?
Ruin his life?
"Listen, Ron, I know her better then you do."
That was true. Harry did spend much more time with her
then he did.
"And," Harry continued, " I'm doing you a favor. I knew
Lavender liked you. So I did you a favor."
"WHY?"
Ron was furious now.
"Because. Hermione never shows any romantic interest in
you."
Ron looked as if he was about to explode.
"SHE NEVER SHOWS ANY ROMANTIC INTREST IN
ANYTHING! Just...don't do that anymore!"
This time, it was Harry who was shocked.
"Also," Ron said, "What am I going to do?"
This time, Harry cracked up laughing.
"All this time," said Harry, through laughter, "you've been
yelling at me, and NOW you want advice?"
"You're the only person I can turn to," said Ron.
Harry smiled.
"Well," said Harry, "Do what your heart tells you."
Ron smiled back.
"Thanks Harry," He said, as he left.
* * *
He found her sitting by the lake.
"Um.......hi!" said Ron, instantly nervous.
She looked up and smiled.
"Well, hello there," said Hermione, "You've been quite a
stranger lately."
"Yea, well, the team says I'm a fabulous asset," said Ron,
grinning.
"They're right," She replied, " You haven't let a quaffle go
by."
Ron turned bright red and gazed at her.
"Perhaps you forget to make time for the violent, full of
attitude chick," She said, going back to her book.
Ron snapped back to reality.
"No no no!" He said, "I haven't forgotten my friends."
Even though I wish we could be more, He thought.
"That's nice to hear," She said, smiling again," So, what
brings you to my presence? A friendly chat that we haven't done
since quidditch practices started?"
"Well, um, uh, you see....not exactly..." He said, as she
frowned at him, " but wait! Hear me out! I came to ask you...if
you...um..."
"Well, spit it out," She said.
"Wanna go to the ball with me?" He asked.
He turned red again.
She looked at him curiously, and then smiled.
"Sure," she replied, "I'll see ya there."
And with that, she left, leaving Ron jaw dropped and happy.
She didn't go too far into the school when she passed
Professor Dumbledore.
"Miss Granger, I'd like a word," He said.
She followed him to his office.
" I'll make this simple, Miss Granger. I have heard you
received a threat."
"Yes, sir."
"I just wanted to warn you, the prophecy will be awakened
once again. You must be prepared."
"Oh, I am. I'm ready."
Part 3
The days passed quickly, and soon it was Saturday. While the
boys played, chatted, and did things throughout the days, the girls
were scarce. They were quite occupied with getting ready.
"Don't worry, Ron. You'll be fine."
Ron turned to Harry. He was tired from the previous
quidditch practice. He actually was worried, but he wasn't about to
let Harry know that.
"I'm perfectly fine, Harry. I'm not nervous in the least."
Now that was a flat out lie, thought Ron, as he searched his
trunk for his dress robes. He found them, and put them on.
There had been quite an improvement since last year. Ginny
had cut up all the stray threads, and sewed up the singed parts
for him. Now, they closely resembled Harry's bottlegreen ones.
Ron silently thanked Ginny as he put his dress robes on.
"I see your robes have had a vast improvement," said Harry,
grinning.
"Yea, well, little sisters are useful for some things."
"She's not a bad seamstress at all."
Ron took a comb and started running it through his hair while
Harry put on his robes. Harry faced the mirror.
"I really, really hate my hair," said Harry, as he tried to
comb it down.
Ron snickered as Harry started piling mousse and gel into his
hair, trying to slick it down the best as possible.
Meanwhile, another dilemma was going on.
"There is no way I'm going to be able to fit into that dress."
Ginny rolled her eyes as she looked into the skeptical face of
Hermione Granger.
"Yes you will," said Ginny, "You haven't tried it yet. You can't
say you won't until you try it."
And Hermione reluctantly slipped the dress over her head.
Ginny zipped it up the back.
"See? You look fabulous!"
Hermione could sort of see what Ginny meant. Hermione
gazed at her reflection. The dress was made of crushed velvet in
a plum color. It was off the shoulder, and it clung to every curve
of her body. It flared at the end, and a small train was behind it.
She had strappy plum colored sandals to complete the outfit.
"You need a decent hairstyle and makeup now," said Ginny.
Before Hermione could protest, Ginny had Hermione's hair in
a half ponytail, with the ponytail part in a bun, and the rest in
waves. Ginny did her makeup with a light touch.
"Ah..." said Ginny, " You look breathtaking."
"I feel like a barbie doll."
"You shouldn't. You just look really nice."
Hermione glanced at her watch.
"Time to go."
Ginny nodded and the two walked to the common room.
Ron and Harry were lounging in the common room when they
walked in. Harry smiled and took Ginny's hand and kissed it. Ginny
giggled and blushed furiously and the two left.
" Ready?" asked Hermione.
It looked as if it would be awhile till Ron was ready. He was
speechless. He'd be resisting the temptation to pull her to him and
kiss her forcefully on the lips.
"Um.......yeah," Ron said, or the most he could manage at the
moment.
Hermione took his hand in hers, and led him out of the
common room.
The great hall was dazzling. Harry and Ginny were waltzing
around when Ron turned to Hermione.
"So, um, you wanna dance?"
Hermione turned to him. He seemed so loving...she didn't
want to resist...
"Sure," She said, before she could stop herself.
A slow song started to play, and Ron led her to the dance
floor. He put his arms around her waist, and she put her arms
around his neck, and they started to dance.
Hermione had never felt anything like this before. She felt
so...safe, there in his arms. She looked into his eyes and she
couldn't tear her gaze away. Ron raised her face to his.
"Hermione..." said Ron, softly.
She mustn't hold back now...
"Yes," She said.
He moved in closer to her, closed his eyes, and kissed her on
the lips. She shut her eyes and kissed back.
If one moment was like eternity to either of them, it was
this. Neither of them knew how long they stood there, kissing, but
they knew they never wanted to let go.
But, right then, something went off like a firecracker. A
hole burst through the floor, and a girl appeared. Even though she
was covered in a black cloak, everyone knew her identity. The girl
walked to Hermione.
"You still have what we want," She said.
Hermione was speechless.
"YOU!" Said Hermione.
Part 4
Hermione Stared at the girl in front of her. It just couldn't
be true...
"L...L...Lavender?" Hermione choked out.
"Yes, ME," said Lavender, " Now we have other matters of
importance to take care of..."
She went for her wand, but Hermione was faster. In and
instant, Hermione's dress was gone, and plum robes appeared. She
had her wand in hand.
"Guess I'm too quick for you, huh Lavender?"
"Not quite, mudblood."
A green light shot out of the end of her wand, and hit
Hermione in the stomach. She fell and hit the wall.
"My master will be quite pleased with your powers, Granger,"
Said Lavender, as she started to drain Hermione of all magical
blood.
"Not so fast!"
A figure was shilouetted in the doorway.
"And who might you be?" asked Lavender.
The figure moved to the light. There was no mistaking the
person who stood there.
Lavender gasped.
"It's.........you! The white rose boy!" She exclaimed.
The boy hung his head.
"Yes, it is I," He said. His sunglasses hid his eyes, and his
hate hid his hair. He was a masked stranger.
The rose boy reached into the coat of his tux, and pulled out
a wand. He started to give Hermione her power back. Hermione
rose to her feet, and looked at the masked hero before her. She
was speechless.
"You must overcome this evil," He said, " Don't let them take
our powers, or me, away. Keep me free..."
Hermione found it hard to tear her eyes from him, but she
turned and faced Lavender.
"You can't keep your power from me long, girl!" said Lavender.
Lavender sent spells at her from every which way, but
Hermione dodged every one. Finally, Lavender had her cornered.
"How Alexis wanted to be the one to rid the world of you,"
She spat, "I'll do it instead. I'll win back the love that was
rightfully mine. You don't deserve to toy with the white rose boy's
affections!"
"What the-" said Hermione. But, the sword of Godric
Gryffindor appeared next to her.
"Time to fight!" said Hermione.
Hermione used all the energy she could, as her sword
clashed against Lavender's. Hermione could feel the blood rushing
to her head. If she didn't defeat her soon, she might pass out...
But then, Lavender knocked Hermione's sword from her
hand, and backed her against the wall. Hermione's head throbbed,
and sweat was pouring down her face. She didn't know how much
more she could take...
"Now," said Lavender, her sword aimed at Hermione's throat,
"Surrender. or die. Let the true side win!"
Hermione said nothing. All she needed was a diversion.
"Speak, you fool, speak!" cried Lavender.
Hermione glanced around the great hall. At all the terrified
faces. She couldn't see Ron or the white rose boy anywhere. Then,
she saw what she was looking for. The beautiful, crystal
chandelier.
Hermione rolled a few feet, and picked up her wand where
she dropped it.
" Any last words?" said Lavender, her sword tip only about a
centimeter from Hermione's skin. Hermione could already feel the
coldness of the blade.
"Yes," said Hermione, "Good bye!"
She took her wand and aimed it at the chandelier. Bluebell
flames shot from it, and hit the chandelier rope.
The rope burned away, and everyone, including Lavender,
screamed. The chandelier was right above her, and Hermione only
had about a second to get away...with the little energy she had
left in her.
She only had enough strength to roll a few more feet out of
the way, so she went as far as she could go, and the chandelier
crashed on Lavender. The last thing Hermione saw was debris
from the crash flying towards her.......then it all became black.
* * *
Hermione squinted and stirred. Gosh, the light was so bright.
She opened her eyes and looked around.
"Well, nice to see you're up."
Madam Pomfrey was staring into Hermione's face.
Hermione looked out a window and saw that it was daylight.
"Ummmmm...," asked Hermione, " How long have I been in
here?"
"A week," replied Madam Pomfrey.
Hermione gasped.
"Yes, you had quite a heavy blow from the chandelier."
"But," said Hermione, "What happened to Lavender?"
Madam Pomfrey looked to her feet.
"She was killed instantly when the chandelier hit. She was
buried three days ago," said Madam Pomfrey.
At that moment, Professor Mcgonagall walked in.
"Oh good, you're awake," said Professor Mcgonagall, " the
Gryffindors will be most pleased."
And, she left.
And very soon, Harry, Ginny, and Ron burst in.
"Oh, you're okay! You're okay!" said Ginny, through tears.
"Don't mind Ginny," said Harry, "she's just taken your injuries
pretty hard."
"I heard about Lavender," said Hermione.
The three fell silent.
"Yea, well, she was obnoxious and disliked," said Harry.
And, the subject was closed.
"Well, we're going to alert the rest of the school," said
Ginny, "c'mon Harry!"
And she pulled him out of the room, giving Ron what he could
swore was a wink.
"So, um, I'm glad you're okay," He said, smiling at her.
"Well, Madam Pomfrey said I can leave now. Want to escort
me back to Gryffindor tower?" She asked.
Ron had to control himself from jumping up and down and
cheering.
"s.......s.......sure," He stammered, and She got up. The left
quietly.
He had to ask her, he had no other choice. He'd be pondering
about it for days if he didn't know the answer...He stopped her
outside Gryffindor tower. It was now or never.
"Um....Hermione...." said Ron.
"Yes?"
She looks so innocent, like she has no idea what is going on,
thought Ron.
"Did....um............that kiss mean anything to you?" asked Ron.
She stared at him.
Shit, thought Ron.
"Cause, I mean, if it didn't, I'll leave you alone. I'll give you
your space. I'll never-"
Hermione looked at him and smiled.
"Of course it did," She said, " I love you, didn't you know?"
She said it before she could stop herself. Ron just stood
there, staring at her. And then, he smiled.
"I love you, too" He said, putting his arms around her.
"Oh, really? Why can't you tell me this soon-"
But she was cut off. She allowed him to pull her into yet
another passionate kiss.
A/N: YAY! the end of this volume is here! Of course, I have three
more....^_^ . Sorry this volume....well...isn't as good as the others.
The next one will have more romance, action, and secrets
revealed. But for now, this is only the end of a volume in the story
of a boy, a girl, and an ancient prophecy that binds them together.
Bye, till the next volume!