Moonlight Shining
By Amanda H
A/N: Now it's going to get better.
I'm sick and tired of my boring intro stuff
so here it gets better, I hope.
A/N: So, I'm going to skip a bit of
time. It's been about two weeks. Ron forgave Harry. Ginny and Harry have a very serious relationship as do Ron and Hermione.
Life is good and fairy simple.
Hermione walked into the girl's dorm. She tried to move quietly, tiptoeing across the carpeted floor. She glanced over at the five beds. Seeing that Lavender, Parvati and Joanne
weren't in yet and Amy lay awake on her bed she stopped tiptoeing and walked
normally towards her trunk. She opened
the lid with a loud thunk.
"Oh! What?!" Amy asked suddenly,
sitting up in bed.
"Sorry Amy!" Hermione apologized,
standing up from the floor. "I thought
you were awake."
"I was." Amy replied, lying back
down. "Just thinking." She closed her eyes. Hermione bent down and pulled her plain pink
nightgown out of her trunk.
"About what?" She asked her
friend.
"Nothing in particular." Amy
answered non-chalently, her eyes remaining closed.
"Can I guess?" Hermione asked
playfully, jumping up and hopping onto her own bed.
"No." Amy answered flatly,
rolling over so her back was to Hermione. Hermione pulled her black robes over her head and slipped her nightgown
on. She stood up and walked over to the
mirror, on top of the dresser, located at the end of the room. She picked up her hairbrush and brought it
over to Amy's bed. She sat down on the
end of the bed and began bushing her own hair.
"Come on Amy. Please?" She pressed. "I don't mean to pry. . ."
"Fine. You want to know what I
was thinking about?" Amy asked, sitting
up, rather upset. Hermione nodded
meekly. "I was composing a letter to
the Headmaster." She raised her head in
the air resolutely.
"Dumbledoor? Why?" Hermione asked curiously.
"I just thought it would be nice to know him. Outside of school." She
answered honestly.
"You could always ask Harry. He
know Dumbledoor." Hermione
replied. She watched carefully as Amy's
shoulders tightened. Amy shrugged.
"I could, but I don't think so. I'd like to know him myself."
"Fair enough." Hermione replied
lightly, still watching Amy closely. "So, what were you thinking about before that?"
"How you would get a letter to the Headmaster." She answered. Hermione
finished brushing her hair. She took
Amy by the shoulders and turned her so she was facing her back. She snapped the top of her clip and pulled
the net out of her hair. Her golden
copper hair tumbled down her back until it brushed the bedcovers.
"I don't understand how you can lie on that net!" Hermione exclaimed.
"I just don't think about it." Amy answered. Hermione lifted
her brush and ran it through her silky hair.
"So what were you thinking about before that?" She asked.
"Before lying on my hair net?" She asked.
"No! Before getting a letter to
the Headmaster!" Hermione exclaimed
tugging purposefully on Amy's hair.
"Ummmmmm. I was thinking about
what the Headmaster is like outside of school." She answered tucking a stray stand of hair behind her ear. Hermione laid down the brush and separated
the hair to make a braid.
"Before that?" She pressed.
"The teachers outside of school. I was wondering if Professeur McGonagal ever lets her hair down!" She turned to face Hermione and smiled. Hermione smiled back, but she could tell
neither smile was sincere. She grabbed
her half finished braid and pulled Amy's head back around.
"Before that?" She asked lightly.
"I suppose the students at Hogwarts." She answered, her tone becoming flat.
"Specifically?' Hermione asked.
"Fourth years." She answered, her
voice sounding dead.
"Specifically?"
"Griffindors." Her voice was
becoming quieter.
"Specifically?" Hermione
continued, knowing she was nearing a nerve.
"Specifically?" Amy repeated, her
voice barely audible.
"Yes." Hermione answered
gently.
"Specifically. . ." Amy repeated,
her voice fading away as though trying desperately to think of a lie.
"FINE!" She finally yelled,
turning around to face Hermione, her unfinished braid whipped passed Hermione's
face.
"You want to know what I was thinking about?!" She asked angrily. Hermione nodded softly.
"FINE! HARRY AND GINNY!!! HARRY AND GINNY!!!!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. "Are you happy now?!" she continued, her voice slightly
quieter. She was losing her edge as her
anger ebbed away. "What do you want me
to say Hermione!?" She half cried,
melting into a puddle on her bed.
"Oh Amy." Hermione soothed,
taking her friend's hand. "I'm sorry. .
."
"No. You're not." Amy sobbed, "But you don't have to be. You were right." Hermione opened her mouth to speak but Amy continued. "I don't know! I just don't know anymore! I feel so lost!" She
sobbed. Hermione took her arm and
helped her to a sitting position. Amy
wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Thanks Hermione." She said,
forcing a weak smile.
"No problem." Hermione smiled and
hugged her. She pulled away
slowly. "You really do like him don't
you?" She asked gently.
"Is it that obvious?" Amy asked,
concerned. Hermione just smiled and
gestured to the area around them. The
two laughed.
"I guess it is. But I don't just
like him. I really, uncontrollably,
head over heals like him." She said
dreamily, gazing at the ceiling. Hermione smiled at her sincerity.
"Can't eat, can't sleep, reach for the stars, over the fence, World
Series kind of thing?" She asked
smiling.
"Yeah!" Amy answered, bouncing a
little more happily on the bed. "But
what does a fence have to do with anything. Isn't the World Series a muggle game?" She asked, slightly confused.
"Actually, it is. But it's just a
quote from an old muggle movie. A
romance." She added, smiling teasingly.
"It's just like that!" She
admitted. "Hermione?" She leaned closer and looked her friend in
the eye, hers shinning with truth and hope. "I think I'm in love with Harry Potter." Hermione's eyes opened wide and she hugged her.
"Amy that's wonderful." She
whispered in her ear.
"No! It isn't!" She protested, pushing Hermione away. "It's worse now that he's with Ginny! I mean I used to just love sitting with him
during meals and classes, doing homework together or just being close." She gushed. Hermione nodded. "But now he's
with Ginny." She added sadly, picking
at the coverlet.
"So tell him how you feel." Hermione began excitedly. "Tell
him and see what he says. Maybe he
likes you too, he just didn't think you liked him. He is shy."
"Oh Hermione!" There are a
million reasons why I couldn't!" Amy
answered exasperatedly.
"Name three." Countered
Hermione.
"One, I couldn't do that to Ginny. Two, I'm sure he doesn't feel the same way and three it's their
destiny to be together. You can see it
in they're eyes. Oh! His eyes!" She breathed, flopping back on bed. "I drown every time I look in them." Hermione sighed and lay down beside her.
"That is the silliest thing I've ever heard. You cannot tell someone's destiny by looking in their eyes." Hermione mocked.
"Yes you can!" Amy insisted. "And from the way they look at each
other. Even before they got together I
could tell." Her forlorn face was truthful.
"And how do you know hummmm?" Hermione asked. "I wouldn't be
so sure he doesn't reciprocate your feelings until I asked him." She said sitting up. Amy rose as well.
"Well, I am. Besides, what would
I say? 'Hi Harry. I know you're going out with Ginny right now
and it's your destiny to be together, but I just had to get it off my chest. I'm in love with you!' Yeah right!"
"Come on Amy!" Hermione
protested.
"Well, what else would I say?" She asked.
"I don't know, but it deserves more thought. I'll get back to you. For
now try not to think about it. It's
making you miserable." Hermione advised, walking over to her own bed.
"Oh yeah! I'll just put the whole
thing on the back burner! You don't
think I've tried! Easier said that
done." Amy concluded
sarcastically. She gathered her now
messy hair in her hands and began a second braid. She smiled.
"You should have seen how you and Ron acted before you got
together." She giggled.
"We didn't do anything!" Hermione
protested.
"Anything my foot! And I only saw
the last bit! Who knows what you were
like last year!" She burst into a fit
of laughter. Hermione lifted her pillow
and whacked Amy, who had doubled over in laughter. She sat up and stopped laughing. With mock severity she reached for her pillow.
"Now this is war!" She said,
whacking Hermione back. They burst out
laughing, hitting each other with the feather pillows until they couldn't
breath for laughing.
