Disclaimer: HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME OF SUCH A HEINOUS CRIME??? I WOULD NEVER SAY I OWNED HARRY POTTER!!! HEATHEN!!!
I like tea.
Hermione rang the doorbell anxiously awaiting an answer. Harry quickly answered it. "Hermione!" He said and embraced his old friend.
"Harry!" Hermione gasped, returning the embrace.
Ron quickly came to the door and joined in on the hugging. After some extensive hugging they all went inside, where Hermione laid the sleeping draught on the table. "Thanks for the draught." Harry said gratefully.
"Your welcome. Why do you need it?"
"Harry's been having trouble sleeping lately." Ron interjected.
"Really Harry? Well you shouldn't depend on this. It's just to be used on a rare occasion."
"Well you see…" Ron and Hermione leaned in to hear what Harry had to say. Harry contemplated worrying his friends. Well, they're bound to find out sooner or later.
"I've been having dreams about Voldemort."
Ron and Hermione gasped. "Why didn't you tell me Harry?" Ron asked.
"You've been too busy planning strategies. I didn't want to impose."
"Well Harry…what are the dreams about?" Hermione asked.
"Him telling me that he's alive. Telling me he's going to get me."
"B-b-but he couldn't be alive could he? I mean we did make sure he was dead when you killed him didn't we Harry?" Ron asked nervously.
"We did. But he may have survived."
Ron gulped. "Harry don't you think if Voldemort was alive Dumbledore would know? And if he knew don't you think he would tell you?" Hermione asked.
"That's true!" Ron said brightening up.
"Hermione…Dumbledores old. His powers may not be up to par with what they use to be." Harry said glumly.
"Well Harry let's just say Voldemort is alive. All you have to do is kill him again." Hermione said.
"But…"
"Let things come as they may. As for the dreams, they don't have to mean anything. Your scar may just be acting up again. If the dreams keep recurring and Voldemort appears then just kill him. It's the same thing inside your head or out. Just battle the demons."
Harry nodded somberly. "Now, let's get on to happier things. How's your Quidditch career?" Hermione asked.
"That's hardly a happier thing." Ron said glumly.
"How so?"
"Ron was elected team captain because they thought he was the House captain back at school. He has absolutely no idea what he's doing." Harry said.
"He doesn't?"
"Well Ron isn't exactly the tactical genius is he?"
"Hey!" Ron said in outrage.
"Actually I think that it's just the opposite." Hermione said.
"What?" Ron and Harry said in unison.
"Do you still play chess Ron?" Hermione asked.
"Yes."
"Well, Quidditch is just like chess only with different rules and different players. But it's basically the same thing. Getting the king is like getting the snitch."
Ron's eyes widened in surprise. "Y-y-you're right! This can be done!" Ron jumped up and went searching for his chessboard.
Harry sighed. "You're brilliant Hermione ya know that?"
Hermione blushed and said softly, "Krum is working at Hogwarts."
"Really?"
"He's the new flying instructor. Madam Hooch quit."
"Oh. Well Hermione…"
"I can't believe this. I've been running from that relationship for so long. And just as I was getting back into the swing of things…he shows up. Broomstick and all." Hermione rubbed her eyes.
"Hermione…maybe running isn't the best idea."
Hermione looked up.
"You should confront him."
"I did. When I say him…the last time. God that was so hard. I don't think I could ever do it again."
"You need to try."
"Try what?" Hermione said with an edge to her tone.
"To make amends. To make peace. To be friends."
"FRIENDS??? AFTER WHAT HE DID TO ME??? I LOVED HIM HARRY AND FOR THAT LOVE HE THREW ME ASIDE AND SLEPT WITH THAT GOD FORSHAKEN VEELA!!! SHE'S LUCKY SHE DIED IN THAT ACCIENDENT…LUCKY I DIDN'T GET THEIR FIRST…"
"Hermione…he didn't know what he was doing. He did a horrible thing but…he was drunk and I think you should at least give him a chance."
"Bull Harry. You know he knew what he was doing. I trusted him…trust is a basis of friendship. And if I can't trust him…what kind of a friendship is that?"
"I can't make you change your mind Hermione, but he's human, he made a horrifying mistake granted, but he's still human and he still deserves a chance."
"Viktor Krum is a maggot not a human and I will hear no more of it. Where's your liquor cabinet?"
Harry smiled. "You haven't changed a bit have you Hermione?"
"Well excuse me for enjoying a drink!"
"If it only were a drink."
Hermione opened her mouth to say something but Ron interrupted her. "I'VE GOT DRINKS!!! AND THE CHESSBOARD!!!" It was obvious he'd already taken a swing of the bottle.
"Gimme that." Hermione said grabbing one of the bottles from Ron.
"Well," Harry said grabbing the other bottle from Ron, "Let's get this party started."
Ron, Hermione and Harry raised their glasses in a toast. "To our friendship, our problems and our miserable jobs!"
"CHEERS!!!"
Warning monkeys are closer than they appear. Beware. :-D.
I like tea.
Hermione rang the doorbell anxiously awaiting an answer. Harry quickly answered it. "Hermione!" He said and embraced his old friend.
"Harry!" Hermione gasped, returning the embrace.
Ron quickly came to the door and joined in on the hugging. After some extensive hugging they all went inside, where Hermione laid the sleeping draught on the table. "Thanks for the draught." Harry said gratefully.
"Your welcome. Why do you need it?"
"Harry's been having trouble sleeping lately." Ron interjected.
"Really Harry? Well you shouldn't depend on this. It's just to be used on a rare occasion."
"Well you see…" Ron and Hermione leaned in to hear what Harry had to say. Harry contemplated worrying his friends. Well, they're bound to find out sooner or later.
"I've been having dreams about Voldemort."
Ron and Hermione gasped. "Why didn't you tell me Harry?" Ron asked.
"You've been too busy planning strategies. I didn't want to impose."
"Well Harry…what are the dreams about?" Hermione asked.
"Him telling me that he's alive. Telling me he's going to get me."
"B-b-but he couldn't be alive could he? I mean we did make sure he was dead when you killed him didn't we Harry?" Ron asked nervously.
"We did. But he may have survived."
Ron gulped. "Harry don't you think if Voldemort was alive Dumbledore would know? And if he knew don't you think he would tell you?" Hermione asked.
"That's true!" Ron said brightening up.
"Hermione…Dumbledores old. His powers may not be up to par with what they use to be." Harry said glumly.
"Well Harry let's just say Voldemort is alive. All you have to do is kill him again." Hermione said.
"But…"
"Let things come as they may. As for the dreams, they don't have to mean anything. Your scar may just be acting up again. If the dreams keep recurring and Voldemort appears then just kill him. It's the same thing inside your head or out. Just battle the demons."
Harry nodded somberly. "Now, let's get on to happier things. How's your Quidditch career?" Hermione asked.
"That's hardly a happier thing." Ron said glumly.
"How so?"
"Ron was elected team captain because they thought he was the House captain back at school. He has absolutely no idea what he's doing." Harry said.
"He doesn't?"
"Well Ron isn't exactly the tactical genius is he?"
"Hey!" Ron said in outrage.
"Actually I think that it's just the opposite." Hermione said.
"What?" Ron and Harry said in unison.
"Do you still play chess Ron?" Hermione asked.
"Yes."
"Well, Quidditch is just like chess only with different rules and different players. But it's basically the same thing. Getting the king is like getting the snitch."
Ron's eyes widened in surprise. "Y-y-you're right! This can be done!" Ron jumped up and went searching for his chessboard.
Harry sighed. "You're brilliant Hermione ya know that?"
Hermione blushed and said softly, "Krum is working at Hogwarts."
"Really?"
"He's the new flying instructor. Madam Hooch quit."
"Oh. Well Hermione…"
"I can't believe this. I've been running from that relationship for so long. And just as I was getting back into the swing of things…he shows up. Broomstick and all." Hermione rubbed her eyes.
"Hermione…maybe running isn't the best idea."
Hermione looked up.
"You should confront him."
"I did. When I say him…the last time. God that was so hard. I don't think I could ever do it again."
"You need to try."
"Try what?" Hermione said with an edge to her tone.
"To make amends. To make peace. To be friends."
"FRIENDS??? AFTER WHAT HE DID TO ME??? I LOVED HIM HARRY AND FOR THAT LOVE HE THREW ME ASIDE AND SLEPT WITH THAT GOD FORSHAKEN VEELA!!! SHE'S LUCKY SHE DIED IN THAT ACCIENDENT…LUCKY I DIDN'T GET THEIR FIRST…"
"Hermione…he didn't know what he was doing. He did a horrible thing but…he was drunk and I think you should at least give him a chance."
"Bull Harry. You know he knew what he was doing. I trusted him…trust is a basis of friendship. And if I can't trust him…what kind of a friendship is that?"
"I can't make you change your mind Hermione, but he's human, he made a horrifying mistake granted, but he's still human and he still deserves a chance."
"Viktor Krum is a maggot not a human and I will hear no more of it. Where's your liquor cabinet?"
Harry smiled. "You haven't changed a bit have you Hermione?"
"Well excuse me for enjoying a drink!"
"If it only were a drink."
Hermione opened her mouth to say something but Ron interrupted her. "I'VE GOT DRINKS!!! AND THE CHESSBOARD!!!" It was obvious he'd already taken a swing of the bottle.
"Gimme that." Hermione said grabbing one of the bottles from Ron.
"Well," Harry said grabbing the other bottle from Ron, "Let's get this party started."
Ron, Hermione and Harry raised their glasses in a toast. "To our friendship, our problems and our miserable jobs!"
"CHEERS!!!"
Warning monkeys are closer than they appear. Beware. :-D.