So far, the response has been good... also, I've given this series a specific title: Harry Potter and the Elements. Continue to R/R, I like hearing comments. Also, I'll probably end up doing a Prologue for this story sometime soon.
Mysterious Feelings
Jon and Hermione walked through the halls at a slow pace to their Runes class. They were deep in discussion about classes, magic, and other miscellaneous ideas. They talked so much they in fact missed their classroom door and the bell. It was only minutes later that Hermione noticed the bell had rung.
"The bell rang!" She said in a panicky voice. "Professor Runic will be angry-"
"So we miss class... big deal." Jon shrugged. Hermione gaped.
"We can't miss class! And this is your first day, no less!" Jon laughed.
"Trust me, Hermione. I don't think we'll be crucified, do you?" Hermione laughed lightly, but she still looked worried.
"Let's walk a little more," Jon said, putting his arm around Hermione. They continued walking down the long corridor, but this time it was in silence.
"What if we get caught?" Hermione fretted.
"What's the worst that could happen?" Jon asked.
"It depends upon the teacher... if it's Snape, we're doomed."
"Snape seems to be a big-nosed fool who flaunts his ego around like a war banner to make up for feelings of inferiority." Jon said with a hint of malice in his voice. Hermione gasped.
"Don't talk about a Professor like that!!"
"Why not?" Jon asked. "It's the truth, isn't it?" Hermione chuckled a little, but her face resumed a serious expression.
"Maybe, but still-"
"You have to learn have to relax, Hermione." Jon said, brushing his finger through her bushy hair. Hermione blushed slightly.
"Do I?"
"Yes." There was more silence. Jon's blue eyes met with Hermione's brown. There seemed to be some kind of tension in the air.
"Why aren't you both in class?" Asked a voice. Jon and Hermione spun around.
"Professor Dumbledore!!" Hermione almost screamed. However, Jon looked calm.
"We got lost, that's all, Uncle." Jon said casually. "Hermione and I were in deep discussion, and we lost track of time." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.
"Already working on the ladies, nephew?" Jon blushed.
"Em... not... not really..." Jon flushed even more as Dumbledore laughed.
"How do you like Hogwarts so far?" Dumbledore asked Jon.
"It's great... I like the people, except those Slytherins, and the greasy-haired, gigantic-nosed, stuck-up Severus Snape."
"Now, Jon, you must show Professor Snape some respect."
"Even when he doesn't show it to anyone else?" Dumbledore's eye went hard.
"Yes, Jon." Jon looked rather sullen.
"And I was so looking forward to turning him into an ice statue." Dumbledore laughed again, the twinkle returning to his eyes. Meanwhile, Hermione stood still like a statue, preparing for some kind of punishment.
"We aren't in trouble, are we, Uncle?" Jon asked the old man sweetly.
"No, I suppose not." Dumbledore said with a grin. "Miss Granger, why don't you show Jon to the Gryffindor common room, and a few other sites? I will inform your teachers that you've been excused from class." Hermione looked like she was about to object, but Jon stepped in front of her.
"Thank you, Uncle. You couldn't have given me a better guide." Dumbledore laughed, patted his nephew on the shoulder, and he walked away. Hermione stood latched onto Jon as if she was glued.
"Your nails are digging into my arm, Hermione." Jon said after a few moment. Hermione snapped out of her reverie and regained her composure.
"Albus Dumbledore is your uncle!!" She exclaimed. Jon winked.
"Not blood uncle," Jon explained. "But he is very close to my family, so I've always considered him my uncle." Hermione simply gaped at Jon.
"Stop gaping. You'll catch flies." Jon smiled. "Besides, I want to see our common room." Hermione nodded mutely and began to show Jon the way. The duo shuffled quickly down the hall.
Hermione was shocked. Jon, Dumbledore's nephew? He was indeed a special person, that Jon. Hermione looked behind her, making sure Jon was following her. He was handsome, there was no question about that and his odd hair and eyes added to his personality.
"Am I... falling for him?" Hermione asked herself. She shook her head. It wasn't possible. Jon was a colleague, and that was that. Hermione didn't like him... she just found him attractive. She picked up her pace a bit, as if trying to escape from Jon.
"In a hurry?" Jon asked her. He was now at her side.
"Yes." She said shortly. Hermione quickened her pace once again, trying to shrug off Jon. But he was just as fast, if not faster, than she was.
"Are you trying to run away from me?" He asked her.
"No."
"Then why are we going so fast?"
"Just... because." Hermione said lamely. What kind of response was that? She silently berated herself.
"All right." Jon said with a grin. Hermione saw the familiar portrait of the Fat Lady around the corner.
"Here we are." Hermione said. "'Comet'." The Fat Lady moved to reveal the way into the Gryffindor common room.
"Interesting." Jon muttered as he walked through with Hermione. The common room was deserted.
"The Boy's Dormitories are that way," Hermione said, pointing to a staircase to the left.
"All right." Jon replied. "I'll go find my bedroom." Jon sprinted up the stairs, leaving Hermione in the common room, alone. She collapsed into an armchair, and sighed. Was she in love? She didn't know... but she had these strange feelings. She definitely felt something towards Jon.
"I found it!" Jon called from upstairs. "All my stuff is here... and here's my wand... I'm coming back." Hermione could hear footsteps coming down the stairs. When Jon returned, she gasped. But it wasn't at Jon. It was at his wand.
His wand was made of a clear blue crystal, and what seemed to be the core was a strand of even bluer hair.
"What?" Jon asked, concerned.
"Your wand..." Hermione said. "It's... beautiful."
"Oh." Jon said. "I suppose it is. I only need it to cast the spells I'm taught here, though." Hermione looked perplexed.
"Elementism doesn't require a wand?"
"No. The Elements surround us... why do we need a physical object to call their power?" Hermione couldn't argue with that statement.
"I see," She said. There was a moment of silence.
"Let's rest here for a while." Jon said, plopping himself in an armchair. Hermione hadn't risen from hers. Jon stared at his wand, and there was silence between them. The crackling of the fire was the only sound in the desolate room. Jon kept staring at Hermione, but quickly turned away. Hermione was doing the same.
Were they in love?
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