Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter, any of the characters, the setting, or anything like that. They belong to J.K. Rowling. I own the plot, however. Isn't that lovely?
A/N- Okay, this is when Hermione is finally going to decide what to do with her newfound magic...should she wait for Harry? Or should she seek other treasures? *grins evilly* Anyways, Ficcie time! ^..^
Dear Mum and Dad,
Although you are both dentists, and you probably don't have any idea why this is happening, I thought I'd ask you anyway. I have been attracting boys with even the merest smirk. They seem to be pulled in by magic, some magic that comes from within me. I just wondered if you knew why. Maybe you don't, but maybe you do, I wouldn't know. If you don't already know, I have my affections set on one boy alone. The constant crowd of the Y chromosome (A/N-pronounced "crow-mah-zome". Males are the Y chromosome, females are the X chromosome. If ya didn't know, you just learned something! ^ _* ) is getting tiresome and annoying. As Harry has already told me, the constant attention is running me ragged. I'm not sure why I'm writing this to you, but I was just wondering if you knew why it was happening. Do I have any magical relatives? Your answer would be very much appreciated. Thanks.
XOXOXO
Love, Hermione
P.S- Sorry about sending this by owl. It's the only way from Hogwarts. Please, just send an answer back with him, he'll know where to find me. Please give him some water before sending him off again, and be nice, he's a school owl! Thanks, again. Love you lots, Hermione
***
Hermione sent the letter with the tawny owl. She looked out the window after the bird, wondering what possibly could have put her in her predicament. She had discovered that Harry did feel something for her. She also knew that he had feelings for Cho Chang. That night that Harry came into her dormitory was torture for her. Harry held her in his arms, and then explained that while he felt emotion for her flaring up inside, he was still linked to Cho. She felt a horrible shock when he told her. Since then, Harry had been avoiding her. Hermione sighed. It was probably for the best. She wanted what she could not have.
***
When Hermione walked away from the usual crowd of boys at breakfast to stand in the Entrance Hall, she wanted nothing but to be alone. What she got was more than she bargained for. Harry came out of the Great Hall, staring intently at her. She couldn't move, but there was something in his eyes that made her uneasy. She stayed rooted to the spot, though a voice inside her desperately told her to run far, far away from him.
"I love you, Hermione Granger. I love no one else but you." Harry's voice sounded cold, and insincere. Hermione looked at him, suspicious. Something was definitely not right. She decided to try something. "Harry, why don't we go up to the Common Room for a bit? I forgot something in my dormitory." He nodded and said, "Anything for you, my sweet." Hermione walked up the staircase, Harry behind her. He stayed behind her the whole way, never trying to catch up, always behind. They reached the painting, and Hermione looked at Harry. Harry stood, looking at Hermione. "Aren't you going to say the password?" Hermione asked him. His eyes shifted, and he said, "I forgot it." Hermione, still not convinced said, "Oh. Well, that's all right, Harry," and said the password. The painting swung open, letting them both inside. Hermione sat down on the couch. Harry did the same. Harry looked all around, as if he was seeing the Gryffindor common room for the first time. Hermione sat for a full 15 minutes without saying anything. Neither did Harry. He looked at his watch, and suddenly jumped up.
"Hermione, I uh...I have to go!" he said, edging towards the door. Hermione looked at him. "Don't be silly, Harry, come back and sit down," she said. He violently shook his head. "Look, you don't understand! I have to go now!" he said frantically.
"Harry, you're hurting my feelings." Hermione jumped up, grabbed Harry's arm, and dragged him back to the couch. Harry gulped, and Hermione noticed that Harry's hair was getting lighter. "Harry, what have you done to your hair?" she asked, knowing full well what was happening.
"What do you mean?!" his voice squeaked out. Hermione stroked the side of his face. "Harry, dear, it's getting lighter," she answered. His hand flew to the top of his head, and he turned to Hermione. "I have to go now!" he said, trying to get up, but Hermione held him tight, pinning him back to the couch.
"Oh, no you don't. You're not going anywhere until I figure out who you are," she responded. "Harry" swallowed hard. He shut his eyes tight, bracing himself for the fact that he was about to be found out. He felt himself change back into the familiar features of his own body. He winced, prematurely, waiting for the yell that was sure to come.
"MALFOY!!!!!?!!!!!?!!!!" Hermione screamed. He opened his eyes, and looked at her. "Yes, it's me. Why can't you be happy for once? I go through all the trouble of pretending to be Potter for that?" he drawled.
"Malfoy, get out. Get out of the Gryffindor common room," Hermione said, breathing very fast through her nose. Malfoy stuck his nose up in the air, and ran from the common room. Hermione, sitting in an empty common room thought, and then said, "Life at Hogwarts. What a trip."
***
That night, in her dormitory, Hermione paced back and forth, as she had been doing for the past hour. She was thinking about what to do with her newfound personal magic. Hermione found it much more enticing and mystical if she called it her "majik", as it was hers, and she could call it what she wished. She thought of the things that she could do with her majik, and the things that may come from using it. The only bad things that she could come up with were the fact that she was messing with human emotions, and the worry that she wouldn't be able to control it. She tried to push the thoughts out of her mind when something entirely unexpected occurred to her. What if it was illegal? Her majik was something like a love potion, and love potions were not allowed at Hogwarts. What if she was to be expelled? Hermione didn't think she could take it. She desperately needed a way to control her personal majik, and she had no idea how to do it. Until she did, she needed to decide what to do with it. For right now, a boyfriend might be nice...but then, her thoughts turned to Harry. I don't want to lead some poor fellow on, if the one that I truly want is Harry...she thought. She really didn't know what to do. She'd have to wait for her parents' answer. But, she didn't want to wait that long. With their busy schedules, it might be a few weeks. And a few weeks was a very long time to be followed around by half the school. The other half of the school didn't seem to like her much. Girls gave her dirty looks in the hall, people would whisper when she went by, and Hermione was sure that someone had tried to curse her the other day. She had just leaned down just in time to pick up a book when a flash of orange light flew over her head. She'd looked around furiously, but she found no one with a wand out. It was taking a serious toll on her self-esteem. Harry was still avoiding her, and Malfoy hadn't been near her since the "accident". Hermione had her pick of all of the guys at Hogwarts, which, in her first year, she had dreamed about, but right now, she would trade it all, if only she could be with Harry. Hermione sighed. Life was not fair. At least, it was not fair in Hermione's experience with it. After many hours of pacing, a lot of emotional struggle, and an internal battle with her common sense, Hermione decided to live it up. She would flaunt her majik, and use it in whatever way possible. She had wanted to do this all along, she just didn't want to admit it. Hermione's breath caught in her throat, and she ran to find Harry.
A/N- There y'all go! The 4th chapter!! YAHA!! As always, I would appreciate it if you would R/R! Thank ya's sooooooooooooooooo much! *hugz*
A/N- Okay, this is when Hermione is finally going to decide what to do with her newfound magic...should she wait for Harry? Or should she seek other treasures? *grins evilly* Anyways, Ficcie time! ^..^
Dear Mum and Dad,
Although you are both dentists, and you probably don't have any idea why this is happening, I thought I'd ask you anyway. I have been attracting boys with even the merest smirk. They seem to be pulled in by magic, some magic that comes from within me. I just wondered if you knew why. Maybe you don't, but maybe you do, I wouldn't know. If you don't already know, I have my affections set on one boy alone. The constant crowd of the Y chromosome (A/N-pronounced "crow-mah-zome". Males are the Y chromosome, females are the X chromosome. If ya didn't know, you just learned something! ^ _* ) is getting tiresome and annoying. As Harry has already told me, the constant attention is running me ragged. I'm not sure why I'm writing this to you, but I was just wondering if you knew why it was happening. Do I have any magical relatives? Your answer would be very much appreciated. Thanks.
XOXOXO
Love, Hermione
P.S- Sorry about sending this by owl. It's the only way from Hogwarts. Please, just send an answer back with him, he'll know where to find me. Please give him some water before sending him off again, and be nice, he's a school owl! Thanks, again. Love you lots, Hermione
***
Hermione sent the letter with the tawny owl. She looked out the window after the bird, wondering what possibly could have put her in her predicament. She had discovered that Harry did feel something for her. She also knew that he had feelings for Cho Chang. That night that Harry came into her dormitory was torture for her. Harry held her in his arms, and then explained that while he felt emotion for her flaring up inside, he was still linked to Cho. She felt a horrible shock when he told her. Since then, Harry had been avoiding her. Hermione sighed. It was probably for the best. She wanted what she could not have.
***
When Hermione walked away from the usual crowd of boys at breakfast to stand in the Entrance Hall, she wanted nothing but to be alone. What she got was more than she bargained for. Harry came out of the Great Hall, staring intently at her. She couldn't move, but there was something in his eyes that made her uneasy. She stayed rooted to the spot, though a voice inside her desperately told her to run far, far away from him.
"I love you, Hermione Granger. I love no one else but you." Harry's voice sounded cold, and insincere. Hermione looked at him, suspicious. Something was definitely not right. She decided to try something. "Harry, why don't we go up to the Common Room for a bit? I forgot something in my dormitory." He nodded and said, "Anything for you, my sweet." Hermione walked up the staircase, Harry behind her. He stayed behind her the whole way, never trying to catch up, always behind. They reached the painting, and Hermione looked at Harry. Harry stood, looking at Hermione. "Aren't you going to say the password?" Hermione asked him. His eyes shifted, and he said, "I forgot it." Hermione, still not convinced said, "Oh. Well, that's all right, Harry," and said the password. The painting swung open, letting them both inside. Hermione sat down on the couch. Harry did the same. Harry looked all around, as if he was seeing the Gryffindor common room for the first time. Hermione sat for a full 15 minutes without saying anything. Neither did Harry. He looked at his watch, and suddenly jumped up.
"Hermione, I uh...I have to go!" he said, edging towards the door. Hermione looked at him. "Don't be silly, Harry, come back and sit down," she said. He violently shook his head. "Look, you don't understand! I have to go now!" he said frantically.
"Harry, you're hurting my feelings." Hermione jumped up, grabbed Harry's arm, and dragged him back to the couch. Harry gulped, and Hermione noticed that Harry's hair was getting lighter. "Harry, what have you done to your hair?" she asked, knowing full well what was happening.
"What do you mean?!" his voice squeaked out. Hermione stroked the side of his face. "Harry, dear, it's getting lighter," she answered. His hand flew to the top of his head, and he turned to Hermione. "I have to go now!" he said, trying to get up, but Hermione held him tight, pinning him back to the couch.
"Oh, no you don't. You're not going anywhere until I figure out who you are," she responded. "Harry" swallowed hard. He shut his eyes tight, bracing himself for the fact that he was about to be found out. He felt himself change back into the familiar features of his own body. He winced, prematurely, waiting for the yell that was sure to come.
"MALFOY!!!!!?!!!!!?!!!!" Hermione screamed. He opened his eyes, and looked at her. "Yes, it's me. Why can't you be happy for once? I go through all the trouble of pretending to be Potter for that?" he drawled.
"Malfoy, get out. Get out of the Gryffindor common room," Hermione said, breathing very fast through her nose. Malfoy stuck his nose up in the air, and ran from the common room. Hermione, sitting in an empty common room thought, and then said, "Life at Hogwarts. What a trip."
***
That night, in her dormitory, Hermione paced back and forth, as she had been doing for the past hour. She was thinking about what to do with her newfound personal magic. Hermione found it much more enticing and mystical if she called it her "majik", as it was hers, and she could call it what she wished. She thought of the things that she could do with her majik, and the things that may come from using it. The only bad things that she could come up with were the fact that she was messing with human emotions, and the worry that she wouldn't be able to control it. She tried to push the thoughts out of her mind when something entirely unexpected occurred to her. What if it was illegal? Her majik was something like a love potion, and love potions were not allowed at Hogwarts. What if she was to be expelled? Hermione didn't think she could take it. She desperately needed a way to control her personal majik, and she had no idea how to do it. Until she did, she needed to decide what to do with it. For right now, a boyfriend might be nice...but then, her thoughts turned to Harry. I don't want to lead some poor fellow on, if the one that I truly want is Harry...she thought. She really didn't know what to do. She'd have to wait for her parents' answer. But, she didn't want to wait that long. With their busy schedules, it might be a few weeks. And a few weeks was a very long time to be followed around by half the school. The other half of the school didn't seem to like her much. Girls gave her dirty looks in the hall, people would whisper when she went by, and Hermione was sure that someone had tried to curse her the other day. She had just leaned down just in time to pick up a book when a flash of orange light flew over her head. She'd looked around furiously, but she found no one with a wand out. It was taking a serious toll on her self-esteem. Harry was still avoiding her, and Malfoy hadn't been near her since the "accident". Hermione had her pick of all of the guys at Hogwarts, which, in her first year, she had dreamed about, but right now, she would trade it all, if only she could be with Harry. Hermione sighed. Life was not fair. At least, it was not fair in Hermione's experience with it. After many hours of pacing, a lot of emotional struggle, and an internal battle with her common sense, Hermione decided to live it up. She would flaunt her majik, and use it in whatever way possible. She had wanted to do this all along, she just didn't want to admit it. Hermione's breath caught in her throat, and she ran to find Harry.
A/N- There y'all go! The 4th chapter!! YAHA!! As always, I would appreciate it if you would R/R! Thank ya's sooooooooooooooooo much! *hugz*