AN: Dun da dun…well, unfortunately I can't help but wish to change the plot
line (once *again*…sigh I'll never get this done…) I know I said this was a
Malfoy/Hermione story, but now, looking back…hehe I prefer blood feuds,
myself. I don't know *what* I'm going to do now…all I know is that I think
Hermione ought to be happy…there are three guys all for her. Hell, I'd
like that. *sighs inwardly* It's never going to happen…
Disclaimer: Every fricken time I have to do this…I know I don't own this bloody thing, don't ask. I own my twisted and unusual plot line though. Not that, when this gets done, you'll be able to understand it enough to steal it…I don't own Harry Potter, or anything associated. I do own a swifty Harry Potter computer game, collectors cup, soon-to-be the DVD…
Chapter Seven: Not That You Knew Me Back Then
Ron felt his eyes water. He saw Hermione practically snogging with Harry, right in the hall, and he was lying on the floor. What the hell was going on?
Hermione finally let go, and wiped the back of her hand across her face. "I suppose Madam Pomfrey would like to see him. Maybe she can find what so wrong.
Harry bent down, and peered at Ron. He pointed at his eyes. "Look. There's no glare."
Hermione put her hand thoughtfully on her chin. "I haven't a clue Harry."
Harry resisted replying with, "That's a first," but instead nodded in agreement. He saw that this would be a hard task, getting Ron to the Infirmary without anyone seeing. "Let me go get my bag." He stood, and ran to the end of the hall. Swinging the back over his shoulder, he ran back, sighing that no one was lurking down that hall. Pulling out his wand, he whispered, "Wingardium Leviosa!"
Ron floated off the floor, and started to float in the air. They crept silently threw the halls. When Hermione rounded the corner, she saw the back of Professor Snape.
Restraining a gasp of surprise, she backed up and turned around at Harry. "We need to make him invisible!"
"Don't you have that vile from earlier?" He asked Hermione.
She blushed. "I couldn't make it properly, Harry." She looked down at her feet.
He tried not to laugh. "I think I have some…maybe…" He put down his bag and searched. He finally found the Magic-Proof vile and smiled. "I've got it!" He carefully measured enough to pass the way until they were out of Snape's range.
Ron began to disappear, and then the moved him through the hallway, across the gap that connected to Snape's hall.
Working tediously, they saw no more obstacles and practically broke put into a run, getting Ron into the Infirmary quickly. Hermione muttered the counter-curse, and Ron sputtered, falling to the floor, finally being able to talk. "I hope you are happy—"
"Miss Granger! Mr. Potter! Mr. Weasley! What are you doing here?" Madam Pomfrey said, walking in to the waiting area.
"Madam Pomfrey, I do believe Ron is under some spell," Harry spoke first.
"He's acting all weird—"
"—His eyes are all discolored, Madam Pomfrey—"
"—He's very aggressive—"
"—He's—"
Madam Pomfrey held up her hand to stop the ongoing explanation. "Shh. I'll find out what's wrong." She told a fussing Ron to sit. "You two, go on now. Your next classes are starting soon. I'll send Weasley after when he's done."
Ron folded his arms to his chest, frowning profusely. "I am perfectly fine!" he exclaimed loudly. "I don't see what all the fuss is about, I mean, Hermione was being such a-"
Hermione gave him a cold stare. One, that if looks could kill, he would be dead. Ron left his mouth hang open, then he closed it. Smiling, he started up again. "Feisty one, eh? I like them like-"
Hermione's face began to go red. She reached over and slapped Ron, to which Madam Pomfrey, returning with a tray, saw. "Out! OUT!" she screeched, slamming down the gray, metal tray. "NOW!"
Hermione turned around and walked out in a huff. Harry gulped and ran out after her. He'd never seen Hermione so mad, not when Malfoy was jeering at her, or when Rita Skeeter got on her case the year before. Harry shook his head in amazement…or disbelief.
"That ignorant jerk, that imbecile, that son of a-" Hermione began to mutter under her breath, walking fast. It was all Harry could do not to run at the pace she was walking.
"Hermione, slow down!" Harry panted, trying to keep up with her. "Hermione, I can't catch up!"
Hermione, although she was fuming from her red face to the tips of her bushy brown hair, slowed to let Harry catch up. "Fine. You've caught up," she replied irritably, and then continued walking in her fast pace again.
Harry sighed.
Malfoy watched this little drama with interest. He though only Ron was the one who liked Hermione, and he was hoping that maybe Hermione would be so pissed off at Ron's eager and obnoxious passes that she'd hate him. Although that little plan worked, now it looked like Harry had something of a crush on her, from the way his face looked when Hermione hugged him in the hall. 'Interesting,' he mused. 'Things are rather complicated, now, but perhaps it will work out better than before…'
"Hermione, please, get a hold of yourself!" Harry yelled, grabbing her arm. "I don't know what's gotten into you lately, but you're so damn-"
"What, Harry? What am I?" Hermione interrupted, whipping around. "Ron told me what you saw. Do you think me different? After five years, you can't trust me? Or is it that you've never trusted me? Do you think me a little whore or something?" She glared at him, her eyes full of tears.
Harry stopped short, looking at Hermione with perplexity. "Hermione? I never said that. I don't think that you are a-"
"You don't? You could have fooled me, Harry," she snapped, spitting out his name like a dirty word.
"Why are you so angry, Hermione?" Harry asked gently, willing himself not to loose his temper. "What did I do?" Immediately, after he said it, he wished he'd never had. Her face flushed with anger as soon as the words left his mouth.
"What did I do? I don't know, you tell me, Harry!" she yelled. "Ever since this morning, I've been something of a bother to you. I can't help but wonder if that's how you see me as!"
"Except for today," Harry started slowly, "have I ever given you the thought that I didn't trust you? Have I ever made it clear—whether subtly or not—that I wished that I didn't want to be near you?"
Hermione looked at him. Her face, he saw, was not of remorse, sadness, or even anger. It was of confusion. She waved her hands around, making her point. "Harry, there are many times you haven't wanted to be near me. Like when I was with Krum, or when I'm—I'm…"
"You're thinking of Ron, Hermione," said Harry quietly, looking down at the ground.
Hermione fell silent. "Harry, I'm…I'm…" She started to hiccup. "Harry, I'm sorry. Really, I am, it's just…the pressure…and so many other—"
Harry put his hand over her mouth. "No need to apologize, Hermione. A tit for a tat, I've been mad, and so have you. We're even."
Hermione's eyes grew softer. She reached up, and took his hand off of her mouth, holding it in her own hands. "Thank you, Harry."
Harry's face began to turn red. "Oh, really Hermione, it's…"
Hermione jumped and threw herself into Harry's arms, gripping him tightly. She caused him to be knocked off balance, and he toppled backwards, landing on the ground with Hermione on top of him.
"Snogging isn't allowed in the halls. Granger, Potter, don't you even have decency anymore?"
Disclaimer: Every fricken time I have to do this…I know I don't own this bloody thing, don't ask. I own my twisted and unusual plot line though. Not that, when this gets done, you'll be able to understand it enough to steal it…I don't own Harry Potter, or anything associated. I do own a swifty Harry Potter computer game, collectors cup, soon-to-be the DVD…
Chapter Seven: Not That You Knew Me Back Then
Ron felt his eyes water. He saw Hermione practically snogging with Harry, right in the hall, and he was lying on the floor. What the hell was going on?
Hermione finally let go, and wiped the back of her hand across her face. "I suppose Madam Pomfrey would like to see him. Maybe she can find what so wrong.
Harry bent down, and peered at Ron. He pointed at his eyes. "Look. There's no glare."
Hermione put her hand thoughtfully on her chin. "I haven't a clue Harry."
Harry resisted replying with, "That's a first," but instead nodded in agreement. He saw that this would be a hard task, getting Ron to the Infirmary without anyone seeing. "Let me go get my bag." He stood, and ran to the end of the hall. Swinging the back over his shoulder, he ran back, sighing that no one was lurking down that hall. Pulling out his wand, he whispered, "Wingardium Leviosa!"
Ron floated off the floor, and started to float in the air. They crept silently threw the halls. When Hermione rounded the corner, she saw the back of Professor Snape.
Restraining a gasp of surprise, she backed up and turned around at Harry. "We need to make him invisible!"
"Don't you have that vile from earlier?" He asked Hermione.
She blushed. "I couldn't make it properly, Harry." She looked down at her feet.
He tried not to laugh. "I think I have some…maybe…" He put down his bag and searched. He finally found the Magic-Proof vile and smiled. "I've got it!" He carefully measured enough to pass the way until they were out of Snape's range.
Ron began to disappear, and then the moved him through the hallway, across the gap that connected to Snape's hall.
Working tediously, they saw no more obstacles and practically broke put into a run, getting Ron into the Infirmary quickly. Hermione muttered the counter-curse, and Ron sputtered, falling to the floor, finally being able to talk. "I hope you are happy—"
"Miss Granger! Mr. Potter! Mr. Weasley! What are you doing here?" Madam Pomfrey said, walking in to the waiting area.
"Madam Pomfrey, I do believe Ron is under some spell," Harry spoke first.
"He's acting all weird—"
"—His eyes are all discolored, Madam Pomfrey—"
"—He's very aggressive—"
"—He's—"
Madam Pomfrey held up her hand to stop the ongoing explanation. "Shh. I'll find out what's wrong." She told a fussing Ron to sit. "You two, go on now. Your next classes are starting soon. I'll send Weasley after when he's done."
Ron folded his arms to his chest, frowning profusely. "I am perfectly fine!" he exclaimed loudly. "I don't see what all the fuss is about, I mean, Hermione was being such a-"
Hermione gave him a cold stare. One, that if looks could kill, he would be dead. Ron left his mouth hang open, then he closed it. Smiling, he started up again. "Feisty one, eh? I like them like-"
Hermione's face began to go red. She reached over and slapped Ron, to which Madam Pomfrey, returning with a tray, saw. "Out! OUT!" she screeched, slamming down the gray, metal tray. "NOW!"
Hermione turned around and walked out in a huff. Harry gulped and ran out after her. He'd never seen Hermione so mad, not when Malfoy was jeering at her, or when Rita Skeeter got on her case the year before. Harry shook his head in amazement…or disbelief.
"That ignorant jerk, that imbecile, that son of a-" Hermione began to mutter under her breath, walking fast. It was all Harry could do not to run at the pace she was walking.
"Hermione, slow down!" Harry panted, trying to keep up with her. "Hermione, I can't catch up!"
Hermione, although she was fuming from her red face to the tips of her bushy brown hair, slowed to let Harry catch up. "Fine. You've caught up," she replied irritably, and then continued walking in her fast pace again.
Harry sighed.
Malfoy watched this little drama with interest. He though only Ron was the one who liked Hermione, and he was hoping that maybe Hermione would be so pissed off at Ron's eager and obnoxious passes that she'd hate him. Although that little plan worked, now it looked like Harry had something of a crush on her, from the way his face looked when Hermione hugged him in the hall. 'Interesting,' he mused. 'Things are rather complicated, now, but perhaps it will work out better than before…'
"Hermione, please, get a hold of yourself!" Harry yelled, grabbing her arm. "I don't know what's gotten into you lately, but you're so damn-"
"What, Harry? What am I?" Hermione interrupted, whipping around. "Ron told me what you saw. Do you think me different? After five years, you can't trust me? Or is it that you've never trusted me? Do you think me a little whore or something?" She glared at him, her eyes full of tears.
Harry stopped short, looking at Hermione with perplexity. "Hermione? I never said that. I don't think that you are a-"
"You don't? You could have fooled me, Harry," she snapped, spitting out his name like a dirty word.
"Why are you so angry, Hermione?" Harry asked gently, willing himself not to loose his temper. "What did I do?" Immediately, after he said it, he wished he'd never had. Her face flushed with anger as soon as the words left his mouth.
"What did I do? I don't know, you tell me, Harry!" she yelled. "Ever since this morning, I've been something of a bother to you. I can't help but wonder if that's how you see me as!"
"Except for today," Harry started slowly, "have I ever given you the thought that I didn't trust you? Have I ever made it clear—whether subtly or not—that I wished that I didn't want to be near you?"
Hermione looked at him. Her face, he saw, was not of remorse, sadness, or even anger. It was of confusion. She waved her hands around, making her point. "Harry, there are many times you haven't wanted to be near me. Like when I was with Krum, or when I'm—I'm…"
"You're thinking of Ron, Hermione," said Harry quietly, looking down at the ground.
Hermione fell silent. "Harry, I'm…I'm…" She started to hiccup. "Harry, I'm sorry. Really, I am, it's just…the pressure…and so many other—"
Harry put his hand over her mouth. "No need to apologize, Hermione. A tit for a tat, I've been mad, and so have you. We're even."
Hermione's eyes grew softer. She reached up, and took his hand off of her mouth, holding it in her own hands. "Thank you, Harry."
Harry's face began to turn red. "Oh, really Hermione, it's…"
Hermione jumped and threw herself into Harry's arms, gripping him tightly. She caused him to be knocked off balance, and he toppled backwards, landing on the ground with Hermione on top of him.
"Snogging isn't allowed in the halls. Granger, Potter, don't you even have decency anymore?"
