Horray! I wrote chapter 3! I'm so proud. Please review! It would make me endlessly happy. Love it? hate it? I want to know!! This chapter will begin the more plot heavy section. I don't know how many chapters there'll be yet, enough to finish it I suppose.
Disclaimer: As I am forced time and time again to admit I do not own the brilliant piece of literature known as the Harry Potter series. The honor belongs to JK Rowling. I am only a crazy fangirl, forcing the characters to act out her deluded fantasies. But all I can say after digging that sore point in (I don't own Harry Potter! Wahhh!) is Hermione and Ron have to be!!!!!!!!!
Right, ahem, well on with the story.
A Feeling
Chapter Three: Uncomfortable
Ron Weasly cringed and formed a fist around a worn (and rather tear stained) piece of parchment. It brought him so much glory and grief. Just like her, Hermione.
He didn't know what to think, what to believe. In his head he groaned. He wondered if she looked the same. He hoped so. He didn't know what he would do if she got prettier, didn't know if it was possible.
"What are you thinking Ron?" the voice next to him took him by surprise and he jumped, only a little. The voice giggled.
"Ginny!" he complained at her. She grinned. They were squished together in the back of the family's new car and it was a wonder that he had forgotten that she was there, her (heading into fourth year), Fred, George,(In their final year of Hogwarts) and him were all squashed into the back seat, and as this car had been inspected for any sort of magic alterations by Mrs. Weasley, the back seat was not magically roomy. to his sister he replied, "Shut up, Gin." And returned to his thoughts.
"Okay, everyone, we're here, come on, out you get, everyone have everything? Good. Now come on Arthur, children, this way." Mrs. Weasley spoke briskly and led the way towards Platform 9 3/4.
Ron didn't know whether to be excited or sick with anxiety. He was certainly excited to see Harry, who had had little contact with the wizarding world during the summer. It was Hermione he was unsure about. Didn't she realize that things between them had already changed? He realized that he had been on auto pilot when he found himself alone in a mass of Hogwarts students on the Platform for the school train and had no idea whatsoever of how he got there. He scanned the crowd for two recognizable heads.
Hermione waved an arm through as she pushed through the crowds. "Harry!" She called happily to one of her two best friends.
"Hermione!" he called back and once she made her way over to him she found herself staring at three people who she assumed were Harry's family before being pulled into a hug. She grinned.
"Harry." she whispered. "Why is your family here? I though they hated you, and Hogwarts."
He laughed quietly. "They do. But you see, well I got those pictures that you and Ron sent. They may not like me or our kind but they love Dudley." There was a pause as he snickered. "and you see Hermione, though Dudley may not like what you are, he seems to like what you look like. I caught him looking at your picture, though, mind you, the moving scared him. to make a long story short, look who's here! Also I kind of implied that you were my girlfriend, don't worry it was just a joke, but it was funny to see him try to not be jealous since you are 'a freak'" the last part was said with disdain and Hermione laughed and hugged him again. She whispered in his ear as she did. I would have loved to see your aunt and uncle's faces. I'm glad you're all right Harry." She saw a bit of a clouded look come to his eyes and so she tried to lighten the mood. "So," she whispered. "When is he going to make a move? Should I conjure him a nice bouquet?" Harry chuckled and hugged her again. "Where's Ron?"
Hermione stiffened just a bit. "I don't know. I haven't seen him yet. Oh my! Look at the time! We'll see him on the train Harry, come on." She paused and turned to the Dursely's. "I'm Hermione Granger. It's a pleasure to er.. meet you." she grinned. And curtsied. The two friends ran off to horrified looks from the Dursley's (and a slight blush from Dudley) in peals of laughter.
Ron sat in an empty compartment of the train staring at the wall. He was doing his best not to hit something. It had never been so hard. He couldn't believe what he had just seen. Her, Hermione, embracing Harry Potter, his best friend. A long hug, with whispering and giggling. Didn't she love Ron? Was that the problem then, that she liked Harry too? Ron groaned, like he had a chance. He felt tears coming to his eyes and pushed them away. No. it could not be true. Could not. He forced himself not to turn when he heard the door open. It wasn't Harry or Hermione though, it was Draco Malfoy.
"So Weasley, come in here to kill yourself? Or didn't you see Potter with your precious Mudblood. Be announcing the engagement any day now, I expect. Poor ickle Weasel lost his girl. Too bad. That worthless Mudblood was probably the closest thing to value you ever had. But then it looks like you never had her did you...." At that moment Ron lost his battle not to hit something as he let out a growl and leapt at Malfoy landing one hit to his face instantly as he grabbed the smaller boy's robes and lifted him just a bit. He hit him again as Malfoy kicked him in the shins and was released. His nose bled and his hair was mussed, he scowled as blood dripped from his nose. "Don't blame me, you worthless Weasley, mudblood lover." he spat and he sneered then swept out of the compartment before Ron could strike out again, no doubt to fix himself up and find his bodyguards/friends. Ron breathed hard the looked up as he heard a snort of laughter and a sigh halfway between amusement and disapproval.
He was greeted by his two best friends in the world, already changed into their robes. Harry was no longer holding back his laughter and he was happily relieving the image of the bleeding and dissheveld Malfoy. Hermione, as her sigh suggested was between amusement and disapproval (Ron noted her prefect badge) but she also looked worried for him.
There was an awkward pause as the scene Ron had witnessed in the train station came back to him as his breathing returned to normal.
"Hello Harry" he refused to look either of them in the eyes and seemed, for a reason beyond Harry, quite unhappy.
To Hermione he gave a nod, still not looking into her face. "Hermione"
To be continued...
Please read and review.
The more reviews the sooner Akemi might put up a new chapter.
Disclaimer: As I am forced time and time again to admit I do not own the brilliant piece of literature known as the Harry Potter series. The honor belongs to JK Rowling. I am only a crazy fangirl, forcing the characters to act out her deluded fantasies. But all I can say after digging that sore point in (I don't own Harry Potter! Wahhh!) is Hermione and Ron have to be!!!!!!!!!
Right, ahem, well on with the story.
A Feeling
Chapter Three: Uncomfortable
Ron Weasly cringed and formed a fist around a worn (and rather tear stained) piece of parchment. It brought him so much glory and grief. Just like her, Hermione.
He didn't know what to think, what to believe. In his head he groaned. He wondered if she looked the same. He hoped so. He didn't know what he would do if she got prettier, didn't know if it was possible.
"What are you thinking Ron?" the voice next to him took him by surprise and he jumped, only a little. The voice giggled.
"Ginny!" he complained at her. She grinned. They were squished together in the back of the family's new car and it was a wonder that he had forgotten that she was there, her (heading into fourth year), Fred, George,(In their final year of Hogwarts) and him were all squashed into the back seat, and as this car had been inspected for any sort of magic alterations by Mrs. Weasley, the back seat was not magically roomy. to his sister he replied, "Shut up, Gin." And returned to his thoughts.
"Okay, everyone, we're here, come on, out you get, everyone have everything? Good. Now come on Arthur, children, this way." Mrs. Weasley spoke briskly and led the way towards Platform 9 3/4.
Ron didn't know whether to be excited or sick with anxiety. He was certainly excited to see Harry, who had had little contact with the wizarding world during the summer. It was Hermione he was unsure about. Didn't she realize that things between them had already changed? He realized that he had been on auto pilot when he found himself alone in a mass of Hogwarts students on the Platform for the school train and had no idea whatsoever of how he got there. He scanned the crowd for two recognizable heads.
Hermione waved an arm through as she pushed through the crowds. "Harry!" She called happily to one of her two best friends.
"Hermione!" he called back and once she made her way over to him she found herself staring at three people who she assumed were Harry's family before being pulled into a hug. She grinned.
"Harry." she whispered. "Why is your family here? I though they hated you, and Hogwarts."
He laughed quietly. "They do. But you see, well I got those pictures that you and Ron sent. They may not like me or our kind but they love Dudley." There was a pause as he snickered. "and you see Hermione, though Dudley may not like what you are, he seems to like what you look like. I caught him looking at your picture, though, mind you, the moving scared him. to make a long story short, look who's here! Also I kind of implied that you were my girlfriend, don't worry it was just a joke, but it was funny to see him try to not be jealous since you are 'a freak'" the last part was said with disdain and Hermione laughed and hugged him again. She whispered in his ear as she did. I would have loved to see your aunt and uncle's faces. I'm glad you're all right Harry." She saw a bit of a clouded look come to his eyes and so she tried to lighten the mood. "So," she whispered. "When is he going to make a move? Should I conjure him a nice bouquet?" Harry chuckled and hugged her again. "Where's Ron?"
Hermione stiffened just a bit. "I don't know. I haven't seen him yet. Oh my! Look at the time! We'll see him on the train Harry, come on." She paused and turned to the Dursely's. "I'm Hermione Granger. It's a pleasure to er.. meet you." she grinned. And curtsied. The two friends ran off to horrified looks from the Dursley's (and a slight blush from Dudley) in peals of laughter.
Ron sat in an empty compartment of the train staring at the wall. He was doing his best not to hit something. It had never been so hard. He couldn't believe what he had just seen. Her, Hermione, embracing Harry Potter, his best friend. A long hug, with whispering and giggling. Didn't she love Ron? Was that the problem then, that she liked Harry too? Ron groaned, like he had a chance. He felt tears coming to his eyes and pushed them away. No. it could not be true. Could not. He forced himself not to turn when he heard the door open. It wasn't Harry or Hermione though, it was Draco Malfoy.
"So Weasley, come in here to kill yourself? Or didn't you see Potter with your precious Mudblood. Be announcing the engagement any day now, I expect. Poor ickle Weasel lost his girl. Too bad. That worthless Mudblood was probably the closest thing to value you ever had. But then it looks like you never had her did you...." At that moment Ron lost his battle not to hit something as he let out a growl and leapt at Malfoy landing one hit to his face instantly as he grabbed the smaller boy's robes and lifted him just a bit. He hit him again as Malfoy kicked him in the shins and was released. His nose bled and his hair was mussed, he scowled as blood dripped from his nose. "Don't blame me, you worthless Weasley, mudblood lover." he spat and he sneered then swept out of the compartment before Ron could strike out again, no doubt to fix himself up and find his bodyguards/friends. Ron breathed hard the looked up as he heard a snort of laughter and a sigh halfway between amusement and disapproval.
He was greeted by his two best friends in the world, already changed into their robes. Harry was no longer holding back his laughter and he was happily relieving the image of the bleeding and dissheveld Malfoy. Hermione, as her sigh suggested was between amusement and disapproval (Ron noted her prefect badge) but she also looked worried for him.
There was an awkward pause as the scene Ron had witnessed in the train station came back to him as his breathing returned to normal.
"Hello Harry" he refused to look either of them in the eyes and seemed, for a reason beyond Harry, quite unhappy.
To Hermione he gave a nod, still not looking into her face. "Hermione"
To be continued...
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The more reviews the sooner Akemi might put up a new chapter.
