A/N Strange story…HHR and
yea…song is Leaving On A Jet Plane. I own Kiara and Naomi. Lyrics in italic
Hermione's thoughts are in orange and Hermione's thoughts that sound like Cho
are in purple AND Harry's thoughts are in blue.
Leaving On A Jet
Plane
All my bags are packed; I'm ready to go,
I'm standing here outside the door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye.
But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn',
The Taxi's waitin', he's blown his horn.
Already I'm so lonesome I could die.
Hermione stood at the door of the
small house she shared with her boy friend, Harry Potter. He was going to
America for, who knew how long. He was in a program that taught him how to be a
spy, not that he needed it. But Dumbledore had convinced him to do it. He was
loading his bags into the cab, rain was pouring down and soaking him to the
bone. He walked back over to where she was standing. She felt her eyes prickle
with tears. Don't cry,
don't cry…can't cry…can't cry. She
tried to smile, but the corners of her mouth were pulled down instantly. He
stood in front of her for a moment, and then pulled her into a tight hug. I'm going to miss her so
much! He turned around and ran
through the downpour to the car. He pulled the door open looked at her for one
last time, and then went inside. God, he really left. It's better this way though. When he
comes back, we'll get married! I sure will miss him, but I have to get on with
my life. She grabbed The Daily Prophet and pulled out the
'classified' section. She skimmed though, marking jobs that interested her. In
the end there was three:
1:Writer
for The Daily Prophet. A
possibility, I'm not a great writer though…
2:Cashier at Flourish and Blotts. This would be fun… but
wouldn't earn much money.
3:The Defense Against The Dark Arts
teacher at Hogwarts. This
is the best option so far…I know I could do it, plus I'd be at a place I love
and would be able to distract myself.
She grabbed her cloak and left for
the first interview, which started in twenty minutes.
So kiss me and smile for me,
Tell me that you'll wait for me,
Hold me like you'll never let me go.
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane,
Don't know when I'll be back again.
Oh babe, I hate to go.
Harry sat on the plane, deep in
thought. He was making a big change in his life, would it be worth it? Would he
ever get back to Hermione? Would he even live? Would he do good in the course?
So many ' Would hes ' he'd have to be prepared for all possibilities.
Hermione sighed a large sigh. When will he be back? The
thought that sub consciously ran through her head 24/7. She pulled on her
runners and sweats. Grabbed her water bottle and stopwatch and calmly walked
outside the castle. He had received the DADA job at Hogwarts and woke up early
every morning to run. She didn't run because she had to, she ran because she
wanted to. She wanted to run, so she could be the same when he got back. Every
morning, when he had been at home, they went for a run. Like the old post-man
motto, 'through rain, through shine, through snow, always on time.' Without
fail, every morning at precisely 6:00, Professor Granger could be seen
returning from her half-hour run. It was mid-November and quite chilly at
Hogwarts. She stopped at the door to drop off her water bottle, and then ran to
the lake. There she began the ritual that was her morning run. She started at
the north bank, right by and old weeping willow. She kept a steady pace and was
back at the same tree in just under a half-hour. She took the left over time to
run back to the castle. Walking in the large front doors, with her water bottle
in hand, she jogged to her room. Inside she changed out of her sweats and into
her robes. Hermione wasn't like the other teachers; she hated conformity so she
never (almost never anyway) wore plain black robes. Today she had chosen
Midnight blue robes, made of velvet. These were her favorite robes, as Harry
had given them to her for their 1-year anniversary. Walking down to the Great
Hall her thoughts were on the usual subject…Harry. It's been over a year and no word…he said he'd be back
soon. He
didn't know! Remember? Another voiced in her head teased her
un-mercifully. It strangely resembled the voice of Cho Chang. Shut up! She mentally screamed at it. You don't know anything!
I know what he
said! He's never coming back…he doesn't love
you! She
composed herself and opened the door to the Great Hall. Once inside she walked
to the Staff Table, wondering if Cho's voice was right.
So many times I've let you down,
There's so many times I've fucked around,
I tell you now, they don't mean a thing.
Ev'ry place I go I'll think of you
Ev'ry song I sing I sing for you.
When I come back I'll bring your wedding ring.
Breathing heavily, Harry opened the door to his dorm. He crawled over to the bed and fell asleep upon landing. The second before his head hit the pillow he was asleep. His dream was the same as it had been for the past two years. Returning to Hermione and giving her the engagement ring he had bought the day before he left, and didn't have the nerve to give to her. He smiled in his sleep and he thought of her smell, her kisses. In the past two years, he'd had a busy life, classes and on-site experience. But he'd also had a lot of time to think and he had imagined the perfect way to ask her to marry him. He was going to sneak into her room before she got back from class (he had learned from Dumbledore that she was the DADA teacher.) and he would put on 'their song' Leaving On A Jet Plane (the first song they danced to) and he would lay out a box of chocolate almonds (her favorite candy EVER) and he would hide behind the door… and when she came in he'd pick her up in his arms and kiss her. Then he would get down on one knee…
Hermione stepped into the classroom a moment before the bell rang. She sat down at her desk and took attendance. Two people were missing, Fred and Angelina's daughter Kiara and George and Alicia's daughter Naomi. They were as much trouble as their fathers were, and she sometimes got very sick of giving them detentions. She started the class on Boggarts (the class is third years) when the door to the room burst open. There stood Kiara and Naomi Weasely. Without hesitation she said,
"Detention both of you and ten points from Gryffindor" The Weasely cousins had had over 100 detentions that year…and it was only February!!!!
"Professor Granger!!!" Whined Naomi."We were in Dumbledore's office!" Kiara put in."Yea!!! And he told us to give you this letter!" Naomi pulled a piece of parchment out of her back pocket and handed it over to Hermione, smiling.
Hermione, I have had word from Harry; I need to talk to you strait away. Please call somebody to take over your class. Remus is in the staff room visiting, I'm sure he'd do it. Thank You
Albus It was Dumbledore's writing all right…but Hermione wasn't sure if it wasn't forged. She decided it couldn't be and went to the fire in the side of the room
"Remus!" she called, after throwing some kind of powder on it. Lupin's head immediately showed up.
"What's wrong Professor Granger?" "I need to go see Dumbledore, could you please take care of my class?" "Sure…it'd be a pleasure." He stepped out of the fireplace, much to some of the muggle-borns' amazement. She sighed and walked out of the room, her robes swooshing behind her.
Once she reached the gargoyle, she had a hard time remembering the password. "Peppermint String!" She said out of forgetfulness, and unbelievably enough, it opened. She ran up the moving staircase and knocked on the headmaster's door.
"Come in Hermione." He knows everything! She cautiously opened the heavy door and ventured in.
"What's wrong Albus?" "Nothing Hermione…nothing. I just heard from Harry that he will be back within the next year. "Oh my god!" She screamed, not trying at all to contain herself. Dumbledore gave a small laugh. "Yes…that's almost what I said. You are dismissed from all classes today if you'd like Hermione." "Thank you Albus, Thank you." So kiss me and smile for me,
Tell me that you'll wait for me,
Hold me like you'll never let me go.
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane,
Don't know when I'll be back again.
Oh babe, I hate to go.
Harry smiled to himself as he looked out the window of the 747. He was going back to his Hermione. She's been so strong; well that's what Albus said. Boy, it's weird going back now…it's been so long… over three years…. But I'm coming back on Valentines Day…that's got to count for something! He grinned again, thinking of her reaction…what would she do??
Correct…wrong…wrong…wrong…wrong…correct…wrong…wrong…wrong…wrong…wrong…wrong…what's so difficult for these children about vampires? They're almost the most strait forward creatures…She let out a deep sigh He's not coming back…. Oh yes he is! No he
isn't…Dumbledore said within the next year…guess what honey? It's a year today…February 13…he's not coming back. Yes he is…he has to…
Slipping under his invisibility coat, Harry left Dumbledore's office. He had traveled all night from London to get to Hogwarts for Valentines' Day. Classes were almost over, so he went to the spot Dumbledore had instructed and said the pass-word he had willingly given up for 'the sake of true love' as he put it. Under his arm was a CD player; reconstructed so it was able to play music in protected Wizarding institutes…Harry had used it well at WSA (Wizard Spy Academy). He wouldn't have LIVED without it…he almost didn't live without Hermione.
Sighing at the seventh years, as she usually did, Hermione felt her heart get cold because of another Valentines Day without her Valentine. The seventh year Gryffindor/Slytherin double block was always the hardest period of the day…especially Friday afternoon…last period…and that's what it was right then."Considering that the bell rings in ten minutes…and we've finished the class, you guys can go." They all started cheering.
"Thanks Professor!" almost all of them retorted before leaving the classroom. She sunk into her chair and sighed. Another Valentines Day to be spent all alone in my room, correcting papers…you know what? Not you again…you haven't shagged somebody in over three years!
That's unhealthy! I'm staying loyal to my boyfriend so just piss-off! Relax…the deal is up! He said
he'd be back within a year and guess what? What? He's not back! I can tell! Well go into
Hogsmade…get smashed and shag somebody! No…maybe in like…a month…not now…it's too
soon. Darling it's been over three years…he's gone…just go sha… I'm not going to shag
somebody…but getting drunk is sounding pretty good right about now…I've reached an all-time low! She gathered her things and slowly walked to her room. Right out-side she could hear music.
Did I leave my CD player on? She was about to say the password when Snape came up behind
her.
"Hermione?" "What is it Severus?" "Come on…a Gryffindor has thrown some pudding at a Slytherin in the Great Hall and Minerva is away this weekend…remember?" he huffed, sticking out his chest importantly…as if he was the only one who knew McGonnagall was away.
"Yes…yes…I remember…keep your robes on!" "Pardon?" "Never mind!" "Come on." He walked away…taking strides almost too big for him. She looked longingly at her door, but followed Snape.
Now the time has come to leave you,
One more time let me kiss you,
Then close your eyes, I'll be on my way.
Dream about the days to come,
When I won't have to leave alone,
About the times I won't have to say.
After fixing that fiasco…Hermione walked the path back to her room, her eyes were getting prickly as the always did after wearing her glasses for too long or thinking about Harry…this time it was the glasses. She could still hear the music…and wasn't sure if it was in her imagination or not. She opened the door and saw it wasn't her mind. Her bed was covered in rose petals and on the desk was a large bowl of chocolate almonds. She felt her eyes prickle (it was Harry-thoughts this time) she walked in and heard the door shut behind her. She turned and saw him. He ran toward her and picked her up in his arms. She could feel his tears and her tears mix as they shared the most-passionate kiss ever recorded. He walked over to the bed and gently set her down. She was still crying and when he got down on one knee she cried even more. He didn't even have to say anything; she just nodded and let him slip the ring on her finger.
They walked together down to dinner, even though it was eight o'clock. Their hands were entwined and you could feel the love radiating from a distance of two feet. They were both glowing as if they had a secret that was about to be announced and they kept giving each other small smiles. They walked together to the staff table and no-body objected when she pulled up a chair for him. After twenty minutes of silence, she stood up and walked to when Dumbledore was seated. "Can Harry stay here for the rest of the year?" "Yes he can Hermione and I have good news for both of you." He cleared his throat and stood up. "I have news for you. Professor McGonagall will not be here next year. Taking her place will be…" he looked at Hermione, she nodded "Professor Granger. And taking HER place will be…" He looked at Harry, who also nodded "Harry Potter…to be addressed as Professor Potter. I think Professor Granger also has some news." She nodded and blushed a tad as he sat down.
"I'll will be teacher here next year but…" a gasp went through the audience. "I'm getting married." The crowd gasped and a voice recognized as Kiara Weasely asked
"TO WHO?" "To Professor Potter." "WE'RE GOING TO HAVE TWO PROFESSOR POTTERS? GREAT!" "No…I'll still be Professor Granger." She explained in a little more detail what was going to happen and then sat down again. She looked at Harry and grinned, he grinned back. They were together again.
So kiss me and smile for me,
Tell me that you'll wait for me,
Hold me like you'll never let me go.
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane,
Don't know when I'll be back again.
Oh babe, I hate to go.
A/N That was cheesy! Gosh! I should've ended up with Harry! Shut up Cho! Anyways…R/R PLEASE!!!!!!!
Krys: I don't send EVERYTHING to you…just important stuff…tell me what you think. ThAnKs ThE cRaZy KaCcEe