Torn, part four
a/n: sorry it took so long for this one to get started! I've had a lot on my mind.... ANyhoo, here it is!
Hermione put down her supplies list for Hogwarts and proceeded to bang her head against a wall. Hogwarts. It would be coming so soon. She wasn't sure what it would be like to go back, with so many memories still fresh in her mind.
***
Harry hadn't broken Ron's arm, but he had bruised the bone. As they stomped out of the infirmary, Ron angry at Harry, Harry angry at Ron, and Hermione just plain confused, they saw Draco Malfoy in the corridor, snogging his Slytherin slut, Pansy Parkinson. The trio tried to ignore them, but Malfoy pulled away from Pansy just long enough to ask Harry how the family was doing. Harry ignored this, but made a mental note to curse Malfoy durring potions. He briefly smiled at the thought before Hermione's reassuring hand on his shoulder pulled him back to reality.
"I've got to go to Quiditch practice" he said.
"Wouldn't you rather stay with me?" she asked in as sexy a voice she could, which, in her oppinion, was far from Padma's well rehearsed tones.
"Actually, I think some normalacy in his life will help him cope," stated Ron. He wouldn't let Harry alone with Hermione, if there was a way he could stop such a thing from happening.
"I think I will go to Quiditch. You two shouldn't worry about me."
"But..."
"It's okay, Hermione. We could play wizards chess, or exploding snap, or do... other things."
Hermione considered this, and decided that maybe Harry would have a better time playing Quiditch than with her. In fact, she assured herself, normalacy would be good for him. And a little alone time with Ron wouldn't hurt anything.
***
"I win again! Ron, what's with you? I've never won a game of wizards chess against you in my life!" cried Hermione gleefully. "It's as if you're letting me win!"
Ron blushed ear to ear, but held up the charade. "No! You're just too good to beat me! You must have improved over the summer!"
"I'd better not break my streak. How bout we do those other things you spoke of," suggested Hermione with a glint in her eyes.
"Other things? Well, I didn't have anything particular in mind."
"I know!" shouted Hermione gleefuly. She jumped out of her seat and ran over to grab Ron's hand. "Come on! I'll teach you how to play. Stand right there. Good. Now, close your eyes."
"What now Her-" Ron was silenced by something closing over his mouth. Despite the rules of Hermione's game, he opened his eyes, to find Hermione's staring right at him.
"You loose."
***
Hermione folded the list and darted into the street to catch Crookshanks. "Silly cat. Don't go running off like that!" She stood up, the ginger cat in her arms, and turned around. Two headlights mesmorized her. The car slowed down, but it couldn't stop. Upon impact, Hermione skidded accross the pavement, coming to a halt in front of her house. As everything went black, two, silver lights were burned into her memory.
A/N This means that everything will be getting LONGER! (applause) I know, you all wanted it.
a/n: sorry it took so long for this one to get started! I've had a lot on my mind.... ANyhoo, here it is!
Hermione put down her supplies list for Hogwarts and proceeded to bang her head against a wall. Hogwarts. It would be coming so soon. She wasn't sure what it would be like to go back, with so many memories still fresh in her mind.
***
Harry hadn't broken Ron's arm, but he had bruised the bone. As they stomped out of the infirmary, Ron angry at Harry, Harry angry at Ron, and Hermione just plain confused, they saw Draco Malfoy in the corridor, snogging his Slytherin slut, Pansy Parkinson. The trio tried to ignore them, but Malfoy pulled away from Pansy just long enough to ask Harry how the family was doing. Harry ignored this, but made a mental note to curse Malfoy durring potions. He briefly smiled at the thought before Hermione's reassuring hand on his shoulder pulled him back to reality.
"I've got to go to Quiditch practice" he said.
"Wouldn't you rather stay with me?" she asked in as sexy a voice she could, which, in her oppinion, was far from Padma's well rehearsed tones.
"Actually, I think some normalacy in his life will help him cope," stated Ron. He wouldn't let Harry alone with Hermione, if there was a way he could stop such a thing from happening.
"I think I will go to Quiditch. You two shouldn't worry about me."
"But..."
"It's okay, Hermione. We could play wizards chess, or exploding snap, or do... other things."
Hermione considered this, and decided that maybe Harry would have a better time playing Quiditch than with her. In fact, she assured herself, normalacy would be good for him. And a little alone time with Ron wouldn't hurt anything.
***
"I win again! Ron, what's with you? I've never won a game of wizards chess against you in my life!" cried Hermione gleefully. "It's as if you're letting me win!"
Ron blushed ear to ear, but held up the charade. "No! You're just too good to beat me! You must have improved over the summer!"
"I'd better not break my streak. How bout we do those other things you spoke of," suggested Hermione with a glint in her eyes.
"Other things? Well, I didn't have anything particular in mind."
"I know!" shouted Hermione gleefuly. She jumped out of her seat and ran over to grab Ron's hand. "Come on! I'll teach you how to play. Stand right there. Good. Now, close your eyes."
"What now Her-" Ron was silenced by something closing over his mouth. Despite the rules of Hermione's game, he opened his eyes, to find Hermione's staring right at him.
"You loose."
***
Hermione folded the list and darted into the street to catch Crookshanks. "Silly cat. Don't go running off like that!" She stood up, the ginger cat in her arms, and turned around. Two headlights mesmorized her. The car slowed down, but it couldn't stop. Upon impact, Hermione skidded accross the pavement, coming to a halt in front of her house. As everything went black, two, silver lights were burned into her memory.
A/N This means that everything will be getting LONGER! (applause) I know, you all wanted it.
