A/N: This is going to be a bit of a muddle as I'm going to do this off the top of my head instead of planning it. I want to see what happens...
Love Comes in Pieces.
By Phillipa Wetherby
Hermione woke up on the soaking wet pillow in the middle of the cold, dank corridor that led to the Slytherin Dungeon. She sat up and made some sort of attempt to brush her tangled, sticky-wet hair.
'How can I love someone who does this to me?!' She thought to herself while trying to remove one of the horrible, green, sticky things that the Slytherins had pelted her with last night.
"Oh hello Starbright." She said to her pet Fwooper who had just swooped down through the dim passage. (A fwooper is a quite large, upside-down-pear shaped bird, Brightly Coloured. It has a long feather tail which curls at the bottom).
Hermione removed the piece of parchment tightly held in Starbrights small yellow beak.
Are you okay?
Hermione read.
She knew immediately who it was from, even though it had no name written on it. The messy script belonged to Ron; he was the only person with writing like that except for Hagrid's writing, which was impossible to read).
Hermione grabbed a pen from her suitcase and started to write a return note to Ron:
Dear Ron,
Thankyou very much for the note you sent. It was really thought full! You'll never believe how rude the Slytherins were to me! It's quite a long story and I can't be bothered to write it all down so I'll talk to you over breakfast. Lots of Love. - Hermione.
She folded up the note and wrote Ron on the front, then placed it gently into Starbright's mouth.
"There you go Stars. Take this to Ron for me." She said.
And with a merry little chirp, Starbright made her way back through the corridor to Ron.
Hermione dragged her suitcase back the way she came, through winding corridors, long passages, and steep stairs. And she eventually got to her destination; Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom.
"Myrtle…Myrtle?"
"What?" Myrtle replied suspiciously.
"Can I borrow your cubicle please?"
"What for?"
Myrtle was still very suspicious.
"Well…I got moved to the Slytherin House and they've locked me out. It all started at the feast…"
Hermione went through the whole story and making it a bit more dramatic, so by the end, Myrtle was a bit bewildered, and couldn't think of a reason why Hermione shouldn't borrow her cubicle. So she agreed that Hermione could keep her suitcase and Bird cage in there. She also agreed that Hermione could use the toilets as a changing room.
Hermione put on her robes and tied her hair in a neatish ponytail. She was much happier with her hair these days. Remembering the messy mass of frizz it used to be. Now it formed into bouncy ringlets. Sometimes if she dried her hair with a blow drier, it went straight and full of volume.
Myrtle floated up from her U-bend in the toilet.
"Why do all of you stuck up lot always pruning your hair?" she whined. "I never pruned my hair. It didn't help me with anything. I only sometimes brushed it through!"
"Well I like to make my hair look pretty."
"Hm." Myrtle groaned. And then she disappeared back down the toilet hole, splashing the floor as she went.
Hermione finished tending to her ringlets and made her way down to breakfast.
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"Hermione!" Ron shouted. "Are you okay? I got your note, what happened?"
"Let me sit down first!"
"Sorry." He mumbled.
"Oh Ron, don't be silly, I'm not mad! But anyway, well I got down there eventually and…" Hermione paused.
"What?"
"Where's Harry?"
"Oh, he got dragged off to see something that Laura made, or bewitched or something."
"Oh."
They were silent for a bit.
"But anyway, what happened?" Ron said eagerly.
"Yeah. Well I got down there and realised I had no idea what the password was, so I knocked on the door…"
Hermione told the story as she had told to Myrtle, Ron was all ears, not even distracted by his own, very loud slurps.
"So that's it." Hermione finished. "So what's up with Harry and Laura? Are they going out or something?"
She sounded very worried without meaning to.
"Hell NO!" Ron gasped.
He gave her a considering look.
"You like Harry a lot…don't you?" he asked.
"Oh Ron!" Hermione moaned. "Is it really that obvious."
"mmm."
Ron looked strangely disappointed. This confused Hermione as most boys found it very interesting when they found out that one person fancied another. Something that had always bugged Hermione. A LOT!
"Hi you guys!" a familiar voice called.
"Hi Harry!" Ron replied. "I…um…need to talk to you after Breakfast."
Hermione shot Ron a look of pure poison.
"Ron, Can I have a word." She said, smiling sweetly.
"Oh…um…er…kay…" he nervously replied.
They made there way into the grounds, looking at the huge, magically electrified walls that blocked off the courtyard.
"Ron! If you breathe a word about anything I have said about harry, I swear I will personally see to it, that you never see the light of day again!"
"Okay, okay, chill out."
He gave her a cheeky grin and winked, then ran off. Hermione chased him all the way up all the stairs, and basically round the whole castle, until he locked himself in the boys' dorm of the Gryffindor tower.
"Fuck you, you dick-head!" She screamed, only knowing how loud she was when a group of whiny first-years slid past, whimpering a bit when she shot her look of poison on them.
"No… Sorry, I'm not usually like this!" She said
The first-years ran away.
'God!' she thought to herself. 'Every thing's gonna go very wrong today!'
She looked up at the ceiling and then looked back down. Ron was peeping through the door.
"Bastard." She said. Then walked slowly to her ex-dorm. She was very happy to see that Christie was making an attempt to sew Hermione on a pillow.
"Hey Hermione!" she said. "Do you like?"
"Its lovely Christie, Thanks."
There was a loud knock on the door.
"Come in." Christie mustered. "Ow! I pricked myself with the pin!"
Harry stumbled in.
"Um…Hermione. Can I um… have a word?"
"mmm." She grumbled and followed harry out. The Gryffindor common room was very crowded so they agreed to go down to the lake and throw bits of toast into the lake and watch the squid eat them.
"Um…" Harry started
"Ron told you, didn't he?"
"Um…Yeah."
"Dick-head."
"Me?
"No, Ron. I didn't want him too, I was embarrassed."
"Oh, don't be. I was wondering…Do you, um, want to for dinner in the Chez Pari, in Hogsmead, this weekend?"
"Sure!" Hermione said with a surprised grin. "That would be great!"
"So, I'll pick you up at 7 o'clock then."
"Great."
"Okay."
They were silent for a while, while they fed the toast to the squid. Hermione loved to see its long pink tentacles emerge and scoop up whatever was sitting on the surface of the water.
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It started to get chilly outside when she made her way down to Herbology with her new house. Millicent Bullstrode stuck out a foot and tripped Hermione up. She landed flat on her face in the mud.
"Oh no! Poor little Hermione fell in the mud!" Millicent chimed.
"Shutup." Hermione replied.
"mmm, I don't think I want to."
But despite her words, Millicent departed, and left Hermione to wipe the mud off her face and robes.
Now Herbology was with the Ravenclaws.
"Now, today we're learning how to tent to a Jigziiflap Plant. Who can tell me what this plant is?" Professor sprout chimed, giving Hermione a very meaningful look. And naturally, her hand shot straight up in the air.
"Yes Hermione."
"The Jigziiflap plant is a large spiky leafed, carnivorous plant. Its tongue can also can shoot out jets of pure poison that will slowly eat your flesh." Hermione said proudly.
"Very good." Said Professor Sprout.
Cho Chang gave her a sneer from across the room.
"Now your job is too feed them, Hermione." Cho spat.
"Actually," Professor Sprout informed, "that's yours too Cho, its today's task."
Cho gasped, and a couple of Slytherins chuckled, but most were a bit too shocked at the fact they had to feed the plants, that they…didn't.
"Now how you're going to do this is by…" Sprout started.
She had been interrupted by a loud, unsettling screech. A large black thing, that resembled a large bat, with a bronze, armor chest, flew over the greenhouse. Then it flew off into the forest.
"I always knew there were harpy's in that forest." She mumbled.
"What are harpelleez?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, nothing dear." Sprout replied quickly.
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Hermione was on her way back to the Myrtle's toilets when Draco annoyingly joined her.
"How's Big Teeth this morning?" He said with a sly grin.
"Oh, just fuck the hell off Draco." She said.
"Ooo. Someone's just a tad grumpy today."
"Draco I get the picture you dislike me…" Hermione started.
"Oh NO! I don't dislike you, I HATE you." Draco quickly intervened.
"Oh really!" Hermione screeched, losing control of her voice. "Well Draco. If you really want to know, I love you!"
Hermione suddenly realised what she just said and gasped.
"WHAT!!!" The familiar voice of Harry sounded.
"Well Hermione, Cat out of bag, heh." Draco said with a satisfied grin.
"Hermione…I don't care." Harry spoke. "I never loved you anyway, when Ron told me about the fact that you supposedly loved me. I felt sorry for you, what never having a boyfriend and all that, so that's the only reason I said yes."
He stormed off.
"I'm so glad I was here to see that!" Draco said, and left Hermione.
She fled to the quietist place she knew…the lake. There she sat, for what seemed like an hour.
"Hermione…" someone spoke. It was Ron. "Are you okay. Harry just told me what happened. He's really upset."
"He'll hate me forever!" She cried. "Everyone will. Doing what I did to the famous Harry Potter."
"I don't hate you." Ron said.
Hermione sniffed.
"I love you Hermione." He spoke softly.
"What? But… but I…"
"I know." He said as he knelt beside her. "I really do."
"I…I love you too." She said.
"Shhh." He kissed her softly, there by the lake, then paused. "I always have."
TO BE CONTINUED…
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