A/N: Okay, This story is kinda soppy. But its all about believing in yourself. But c'mon guys! Where's all my reviews??? All I've had is about three signed reviews and one unsigned review. Please give me some reviews. I've given loadsa reviews to people and not one 4 moi! What about give a little get a little? Sorry to moan on ya but I'm getting kinda bored here. Luv ya loads though!
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling and are in no way mine, except I'm taking Ron home to put him in a box, then I'll put a lock on it and never give him back. He'll be allowed out at Christmas. He's the best character. (Tee Hee)
Wishes of the Woods, Part One
By Phillipa Wetherby
Hermione woke with a shiver. She was in her usual place outside the Slytherin Dungeon. For a split second she thought that the whole of yesterdays fiascos had been a dream, until she felt Ron's warm breath on her neck as he lay asleep next to her. He looked like an angel when he was asleep, his red hair ruffled slightly and his mouth was a tiny bit open. He was sitting up against the wall, fully dressed, and his shoes were still on. Hermione stroked his hair gently and kissed his forehead. He grumbled and moved, so she stopped in case he woke up.
"Thought I was sleeping, didn't you." He said with a grin.
He kissed her lightly on the cheek.
"You sleep here every night, in the corridor." He asked.
"Yup."
"Don't you get back ache, I've got terrible back ache. And where the hell do you dress. You don't dress here do you?"
"You're starting to sound like your mum!" Hermione teased.
She kissed him quickly before he said anything.
"I'm joking!"
"mmm…So where do you get dressed?" He queried.
"Moaning Myrtle lent me her toilets."
"Oh."
Ron wasn't sure.
Pigwidgeon and Starbright swooped through the dank corridor with a letter in Pig's beak. It was addressed to Ron.
Where the hell are you Ron! I've been looking all over the place for you. Parviti said you went to see Hermione. You're supposed to be my BEST friend you know! I gave Pig a quill for you to write back with. He was with Starbright, I think that they're in love. Tell Pig that if Star's anything like her owner, He'll be thoroughly disappointed, or cheated on. Write back A.S.A.P! ~Harry.
"He'll never trust me again." Hermione sobbed.
"He will… in time, he will." Ron replied
He kissed her passionately, putting his arms tightly around her.
"He will." He whispered again. Then carried on kissing her.
Hermione felt a warm glow inside her. Like butterflies, only ones that were made of soft fire. She knew she loved him, she just never knew why she hadn't seen it before.
Ron broke the kiss.
"I have to write the letter." He explained, giving her one more, quick, passionate kiss.
I still am your best friend Harry. But Hermione is too, Well, now she's more… Harry you know how much I love her. You went out with her anyway, so I should be mad at you. She really cares about you, Harry. I promise. Just give her one more chance, like I gave you. ~ Ron.
Hermione read the letter as Ron wrote it. As he lent over to Place it on Pigwidgeon's leg, Pig was nuzzling up to Starbright.
"Harry's right, they do like each other."
"mmm" said Hermione.
She yawned.
'It's the weekend.' She thought to herself. 'Sleeping in won't hurt, I'm so tired!'
She watched Pig and Starbright snuggling up to each other as she fell asleep on Ron's shoulder. Only to be woken about 10 minutes later.
"Go fuck yourself!" Ron shouted.
"What…? What's happening."
"Pansy and Millicent." Ron explained.
"Need no more be said." Hermione said, watching the retreating backs of the two Slytherin girls.
"You know the dance that's coming up?"
"Yup…" Hermione said.
"You're going with me, right?" Ron stupidly queried
"Duh!"
"Sorry."
Hermione giggled and kissed him on the nose.
"Come on. We have to get ready and up and stuff." Hermione said sternly.
"Crap off." Ron moaned.
"Crap off yourself."
The two walked down to breakfast together. Hermione was getting more and more nervous about Harry as they went.
When they got there, Harry was standing by the door. Hermione rushed up and hugged him.
"Oh Harry, I'm so sorry. Please, I'm really sorry, I don't blame you if you hate me forever!" She sobbed into Harry's shoulder.
Harry sighed. "It's okay."
"Really?!" she screeched happily.
"Yeah, really."
"Oh Harry! Thankyou so much!"
While Hermione was nibbling a crunchy piece of toast and Brie cheese, a thought hit her. She was remembering something Ron said.
'You know the dance coming up' He had said.
She had told him she did, but she had forgotten. It was in a week. She hadn't thought of it at all. She had nothing to wear, nothing to put in her hair, No nice shoes. What was she going to do!!!
There was only one thing…no one would be suspicious because she always did. Research.
Later that day, Hermione set to work. She was worried about it, because Dumbledore had been getting worse and worse, she thought he might cancel the dance. But she had bigger fish to fry.
She set down to the library, not quite sure what she was looking for.
"Thankyou." Hermione heard someone say.
It was the librarian. She was talking to a delivery-man on a Pegasus.
"Right, what do we have here?" she muttered as the man left. "A book on wish spirits. Hmm, we don't want any student's in the forest hunting for them…restricted area…"
The Librarian kept muttering where the books were going.
"Perfect." Hermione said under her breath. "Absolutely perfect."
Later that night, Hermione slipped on the invisibility cloak that Harry had left with her a couple of nights ago and never come to get. She crept along the corridor and as she got round the corner, she was interrupted by Dumbledore, swishing round the corner, muttering something about finding the chaos.
'He's finally lost it!' Hermione thought.
She got to the library and quietly made her way over the rope to the restricted section.
"Wish Spirits…Wish spirits." She muttered under her breath while looking for the right book. "Ah… here we are…The Wish spirit, by Desiree Wiflonapet. Now, let's see. Chapter one; what is a wish spirit…Chapter two; where to find a wish spirit and how to catch one. Perfect."
Hermione continued like this for a while; muttering what she read to herself, trying to find out what she could do to get her wish. And finally, she found it.
"Wish spirit's are often found in large, wild, magical forests. To catch one of these you must search. Whisper to the trees the following chant until you spot any kind of pink, moving light, then try to catch it in your hands… Follow my heart and follow my call, wish spirit, wish spirit, so sweet and so small, Answer my wish from so deep in my soul, so love can't deny, what truth can be told." She read.
She crept back out of the library and out of the school.
"I may as well do it tonight." She whispered to herself.
She ran as fast as she could under the invisibility cloak and slowed when she got there so that no un-sociable creatures would hear her.
"Wish spirit, wish spirit, so sweet and so small…" She began. But before she could finish, A large spot of pink light fluttered toward her.
Hermione jumped up to catch it. But missed. She tried again and only just managed to snatch is up.
"Okay, okay!" A little voice angrily sounded. "Don't need to be so gruff. I know your there. Wish spirits can see through those cloak things!"
"Sorry." Hermione muttered.
"Well…Aren't you gonna let me out. I cant grant your wish in here y'know!"
Hermione opened her hands softly and stared at the small creature sitting on her palm.
"You don't look like a fairy!" She remarked.
The spirit, in fact, looked nothing like a fairy at all. It wasn't wearing a little dress of petals of or a hat made from a bluebell, or anything. It was wearing baggy dark jeans, a black hoodie, had cherry-chocolate hair, a nose stud, and about 20 earrings in each ear.
"Firstly, I'm not a fairy, and secondly, I like to keep up with the times y'know." The spirit explained, "And my name happens to be Charliteenia, but I hate it so call me Chillie. Who are you?"
Chillie had said this awfully fast so it took Hermione a minute to answer.
"Oh… I'm Hermione."
"And I'm an alcoholic!" Chillie giggled at her own joke.
"Mmm." Hermione didn't find it funny at all "So my wish is…"
Hermione told the whole story of Harry and Ron and her wish.
"So I want to look great for the dance coming up. I want him to think I look the best in the whole dance." She said.
"Done!" Shouted Chillie.
"Just like that?"
"Just like that! Now go off to bed and when you get ready like you want to…and what ever you look like… Ron will think you're the best looking girl in the whole world!"
"Thanks!" Hermione squealed.
"No problem!" Chillie said and whizzed off.
Hermione smiled and Ran back to the castle, snuggled up in bed and fell fast asleep.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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