Disclaimer: Only Persephone and the plot are mine, the jewelry belongs to
Kelly.
A/N: I know the beginning was kinda stereotypical, but I promise it gets better. I've got about 40 pages of this. Please review. Read stuff by sherlockelly, she rocks!
Chapter 2-The Boys
Hermione went through a rainbow of emotions while reading the letter. First, a pleasant self-satisfaction at the discovery of her achievement. It was not for nothing she'd slaved away the last seventeen years. That was followed by shock at hearing the Head Boy.
She was going to go run and tell the boys her good news when she remembered something she had discovered in her research of Head Girls. For the last century, every pair of Hogwarts Head Girls and Boys had either married or one had killed the other. Simultaneous waves of disgust and fear passed over her. She wouldn't put much past Draco, but love and death were even beyond her imagination of his evils. She supposed she'd have to tell the boys that too; they had gotten a pensieve to share near the beginning of their fifth year, and they had promised to put in anything important. Besides, they always seemed to know when she had a secret.
Enjoying a last breath of the half-past eight air, she hurried back inside to find the boys. She stopped in shock when she opened the door and heard two voices and something crackling in the kitchen. Once she had convinced herself she was awake and non-delusional, she walked back towards the sound. There was Ron, a Hogwarts letter in his lap, a look of delight on his face. There was Harry, grinning right back at him, prodding a pan of bacon with his wand.
"Well hello, Miss 'I'm going to take a shower at eight o'clock'. It's holiday, remember? No classes to get up for. No Quidditch matches either," Harry teased her. It was just a tease, nothing behind it. They had decided three years ago that they couldn't be in love; living in the same house made them feel too much like brother and sister. And besides, Hermione's parents wouldn't dream of leaving them alone together for a whole summer if they thought anything might happen. After a momentary pause...
"I know something you don't know!" Ron and Hermione taunted at the same time, in silly first-year voices.
"I suppose I'll go first then," Ron started, in his regular baritone voice. "I just got a Hogwarts letter, I'm replacing Harry as a Gryffindor prefect this year. I'll be able to get away with all sorts of stuff this year, knowing the Head Boy!"
"Oh, you know him all right. I doubt you'll be able to get away with much. He isn't really the type to let much misbehaving slide."
It took Ron a minute to work this out, then "Why would they take Harry off being a prefect if it's not to make him Head Boy?" Ron asked with a hint of "duh!" in his voice.
"Who knows. But I am proud to present you...the Head Girl for the next year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Hermione said with a flourish.
"Where, where?" both boys shouted in mock curiosity, turning to look behind Hermione.
"In the second floor girls' toilet. It's me, stupid gits." Hermione glared at them, then stuck her tongue out.
"And who has just been made the luckiest boy in school, might I ask?" Ron replied, in a bad attempt at fake suavity.
"I think I may just not tell you," she sniffed, making the letter disappear with a wave of her wand as she spoke.
Ran and Harry made some sort of mental connection with their eyes that Hermione hissed, and before she could do anything, Harry was holding her arms behind her back while Ron got her in her secret ticklish spot. She spent the next few minutes overcome by uncontrollable giggling. When he finally stopped, she was able to catch her breath.
"So," Harry began slyly, "will you tell us, or will I be forced to-" at which point he whispered something in her ear which Ron couldn't hear but which made her blush bright red and begin to struggle wildly.
However, it does not do much good for an unathletic girl to attempt to escape the clutches of a Quidditch playing sixteen year-old. After a minute, she gave up and Harry flipped her over and tossed her across his shoulder with a mocking "You brought this upon yourself, you know."
A/N Bwa ha ha ha ha, you'll never figure out all my secrets. You will, however, figure out what Harry is doing in a future chapter. Review, please, with cherries on top!
To my reviewers-
ParvatiPadma-It is a Hermione love fic, but a sort of confusing one, and to tell you who would be a major spoiler. I should have more up by Wednesday. By way of talking about the deaths, it was just narration. Unfortunately, I am naturally rather frank (and Hermione-ish) and probably more practical than is good for me.
Meomine-It is a chapter, whether or not it is short and introducing things. I can borrow quite a bit that does not really belong to anyone- Hermione/Draco as Head Girl and Boy, and other such stuff. I just decided they worked from a few particularly good stories I wrote. No, I'm not Persephone, and what's that garbage about a beautiful, talented, exchange student all the boys fall in love with? I'm overweight, was born in Texas, and am probably one of the least popular people in school. The only guy who might like me is unliked by most of those who know him.
Chaos & Dusk-Thank you much. Don't worry, I've written through the middle of Chapter 6 (about 42 pages) by hand, and I just need to type them up and have Kelly upload them for me.
Breeze-Thank you, I'll try to get more up, and did I really make that many people die? I didn't mean to, and they should stop doing so soon.
A/N: I know the beginning was kinda stereotypical, but I promise it gets better. I've got about 40 pages of this. Please review. Read stuff by sherlockelly, she rocks!
Chapter 2-The Boys
Hermione went through a rainbow of emotions while reading the letter. First, a pleasant self-satisfaction at the discovery of her achievement. It was not for nothing she'd slaved away the last seventeen years. That was followed by shock at hearing the Head Boy.
She was going to go run and tell the boys her good news when she remembered something she had discovered in her research of Head Girls. For the last century, every pair of Hogwarts Head Girls and Boys had either married or one had killed the other. Simultaneous waves of disgust and fear passed over her. She wouldn't put much past Draco, but love and death were even beyond her imagination of his evils. She supposed she'd have to tell the boys that too; they had gotten a pensieve to share near the beginning of their fifth year, and they had promised to put in anything important. Besides, they always seemed to know when she had a secret.
Enjoying a last breath of the half-past eight air, she hurried back inside to find the boys. She stopped in shock when she opened the door and heard two voices and something crackling in the kitchen. Once she had convinced herself she was awake and non-delusional, she walked back towards the sound. There was Ron, a Hogwarts letter in his lap, a look of delight on his face. There was Harry, grinning right back at him, prodding a pan of bacon with his wand.
"Well hello, Miss 'I'm going to take a shower at eight o'clock'. It's holiday, remember? No classes to get up for. No Quidditch matches either," Harry teased her. It was just a tease, nothing behind it. They had decided three years ago that they couldn't be in love; living in the same house made them feel too much like brother and sister. And besides, Hermione's parents wouldn't dream of leaving them alone together for a whole summer if they thought anything might happen. After a momentary pause...
"I know something you don't know!" Ron and Hermione taunted at the same time, in silly first-year voices.
"I suppose I'll go first then," Ron started, in his regular baritone voice. "I just got a Hogwarts letter, I'm replacing Harry as a Gryffindor prefect this year. I'll be able to get away with all sorts of stuff this year, knowing the Head Boy!"
"Oh, you know him all right. I doubt you'll be able to get away with much. He isn't really the type to let much misbehaving slide."
It took Ron a minute to work this out, then "Why would they take Harry off being a prefect if it's not to make him Head Boy?" Ron asked with a hint of "duh!" in his voice.
"Who knows. But I am proud to present you...the Head Girl for the next year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Hermione said with a flourish.
"Where, where?" both boys shouted in mock curiosity, turning to look behind Hermione.
"In the second floor girls' toilet. It's me, stupid gits." Hermione glared at them, then stuck her tongue out.
"And who has just been made the luckiest boy in school, might I ask?" Ron replied, in a bad attempt at fake suavity.
"I think I may just not tell you," she sniffed, making the letter disappear with a wave of her wand as she spoke.
Ran and Harry made some sort of mental connection with their eyes that Hermione hissed, and before she could do anything, Harry was holding her arms behind her back while Ron got her in her secret ticklish spot. She spent the next few minutes overcome by uncontrollable giggling. When he finally stopped, she was able to catch her breath.
"So," Harry began slyly, "will you tell us, or will I be forced to-" at which point he whispered something in her ear which Ron couldn't hear but which made her blush bright red and begin to struggle wildly.
However, it does not do much good for an unathletic girl to attempt to escape the clutches of a Quidditch playing sixteen year-old. After a minute, she gave up and Harry flipped her over and tossed her across his shoulder with a mocking "You brought this upon yourself, you know."
A/N Bwa ha ha ha ha, you'll never figure out all my secrets. You will, however, figure out what Harry is doing in a future chapter. Review, please, with cherries on top!
To my reviewers-
ParvatiPadma-It is a Hermione love fic, but a sort of confusing one, and to tell you who would be a major spoiler. I should have more up by Wednesday. By way of talking about the deaths, it was just narration. Unfortunately, I am naturally rather frank (and Hermione-ish) and probably more practical than is good for me.
Meomine-It is a chapter, whether or not it is short and introducing things. I can borrow quite a bit that does not really belong to anyone- Hermione/Draco as Head Girl and Boy, and other such stuff. I just decided they worked from a few particularly good stories I wrote. No, I'm not Persephone, and what's that garbage about a beautiful, talented, exchange student all the boys fall in love with? I'm overweight, was born in Texas, and am probably one of the least popular people in school. The only guy who might like me is unliked by most of those who know him.
Chaos & Dusk-Thank you much. Don't worry, I've written through the middle of Chapter 6 (about 42 pages) by hand, and I just need to type them up and have Kelly upload them for me.
Breeze-Thank you, I'll try to get more up, and did I really make that many people die? I didn't mean to, and they should stop doing so soon.