A/N: Hiya, it's me, RangerPrincess with a other story to spread around. Here is a other chapter. Enjoy and review! :-D
Quick Over-review on chapter five: The plot starts to come out, Hermione and Harry appear to grow somewhat knew feelings for each other. And..read to find out the rest. ;)
Disclaimer: I don't claim HP, so please don't sue. :)
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Hermione heard a soft knocking at her door. She stiffed at the sound and perked her ears up.
"Hermione?" came Harry's voice from the other side of the door.
Hermione rolled her eyes and attempted to ignore her friend, the greatest prat in the world. Hermione sighed deeply and debated rather she should or should not open the door and let him inside. Harry was to incredible a dumb and unconsiderate prat in the whole world, right next to Ron Weasley in her book. Hermione titled her head back and forth and finally gave in and stood up to open the door for her friend. There on the other side of the door, revealed her black haired friend, Harry, with a very sad expression on his face, he looked up at her with pleading eyes when she sighted him.
"Fine. Explain," said Hermione curtly and pursing her lips together tightly, hoping to be looking stern.
"Hermione, I thought it was a joke and-" he began to say.
"Ah!" cried Hermione, interupted.
Harry went red at the tips of his ears and mumbled. Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the doorway, looking at him quizzally.
"Hermione, I'm sorry," he whispered, looking down at his shoes, not wanting to meet her icy gaze on him.
Hermione's expressions and eyes softened at the sound of those words towards her. She smiled and leaned in to hug him, as if though saying she was terrible sorry also for her own actions that had lead him to turn her hair blue.
"Me too," she muffled against his shirt.
He smiled and hugged her back, Hermione smiled against his shirt. She loved to be in his arms, she felt as if though she would never be cold again.
"Harry?" she whispered, still locked with his arms, and so was he.
Harry was too much in a blissful moment to hear her, he just squeezed her tighter as if though he was scared to let her go for he feared she might never come back or something as bad as that. Hermione attempted slowly to get out of his arms, but he had too much of a strong hold on her. Hermione rolled her eyes and stayed his arms. Blissful moments were underrated.
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Ron grinned as he heard his friends talking and settling their problems and getting back to being normal friends maybe more . Then he saw Lavender about to go up the staircase but he grasped her arm and held her back. Lavender looked at him, puzzled that he did this.
"Harry and Hermione are upstairs," he whispered to her.
Lavender's eyes widen at the sound of those words. Ron shook his head at her.
"No. Not like that Lav," he muttered to her. Lavender blushed with embrassement.
Lavender sat at the foot of the stairs. "What is going on?"
Ron grinned. "I do believe one of my best friends, is in a love with a other best friend of mine."
Lavender stared at him for a few moments. "Seriously?"
Ron nodded. Lavender squealed, causing everyone to look up at her. Lavender blushed and sighed.
"'bout time, I've been betting over it since our Third year." she said happily, looking quite pleased with herself.
"You have?" asked Ron, surprised at this sudden news.
Lavender nodded and looked up and grinned at him. "Hermione had said she had a crush on him...."
"Really now?" now Ron was grinning from ear to ear.
"But....she *says* she has gotten over him, she told me last year he didn't seem to like her that way....." said Lavender slowly, looking somewhat puzzled yet happy.
At those words, Ron frowned deeply. He knew how Harry felt for Hermione, but he wasn't so sure how Hermione felt. And Lavender just seem to confirm Hermione was well over him. Ron shook his head sadly. Maybe Lavender has mistaken about the whole coversation she and Hermione had the previous year. Maybe.
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"Erm-Hermione?" he asked nervously, sitting on her bed, as she was underneath her bed, trying to pull something out from under her bed it seemed. Hermione looked up at him.
"What?" she said irritably.
'Ask her now, this might be the only time you feel comfortable to ask her' he commanded himself. Hermione looked up at him with anxious eyes, waiting for him to say something. He gulped.
"Hermione...wouldyougototheWinterBallwithme?" he blurted out.
Hermione blinked and tilted her head to one side, highly confused. "Can you repeat that?"
'Oh, great, now I have to repeat it' thought Harry, wishing he had said it slower so he wouldn't have to say it once more.
"Hermione, would you go to the Winter Ball with me?" he asked her slowly and softly.
Hermione gasped softly at those words. He actually wanted to take her? He maybe he just wants to escort her or something. Hermione was jumping for joy inside. So maybe Harry probably didn't like her, but he did ask her out to the Ball right?
"I can't," she said softly, not knowing way she said it, but she just did. She loved Harry very much so. And maybe at times she did see him as more as a friend. But she always wanted to her friendship with Harry, just like Ron.
Harry bowed his head at her words, but couldn't help but asking. "Why?"
Hermione now regretted her previous words more than ever. Oh, Merlin's ghost, what I have I done?
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A/N: There, chapter five came sooner than planned. Hope you didn't mind and please review! Toodles! :-D I left a cliffie, did I not? *puzzled* Nah, of course not. ^.^
Quick Over-review on chapter five: The plot starts to come out, Hermione and Harry appear to grow somewhat knew feelings for each other. And..read to find out the rest. ;)
Disclaimer: I don't claim HP, so please don't sue. :)
**
Hermione heard a soft knocking at her door. She stiffed at the sound and perked her ears up.
"Hermione?" came Harry's voice from the other side of the door.
Hermione rolled her eyes and attempted to ignore her friend, the greatest prat in the world. Hermione sighed deeply and debated rather she should or should not open the door and let him inside. Harry was to incredible a dumb and unconsiderate prat in the whole world, right next to Ron Weasley in her book. Hermione titled her head back and forth and finally gave in and stood up to open the door for her friend. There on the other side of the door, revealed her black haired friend, Harry, with a very sad expression on his face, he looked up at her with pleading eyes when she sighted him.
"Fine. Explain," said Hermione curtly and pursing her lips together tightly, hoping to be looking stern.
"Hermione, I thought it was a joke and-" he began to say.
"Ah!" cried Hermione, interupted.
Harry went red at the tips of his ears and mumbled. Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the doorway, looking at him quizzally.
"Hermione, I'm sorry," he whispered, looking down at his shoes, not wanting to meet her icy gaze on him.
Hermione's expressions and eyes softened at the sound of those words towards her. She smiled and leaned in to hug him, as if though saying she was terrible sorry also for her own actions that had lead him to turn her hair blue.
"Me too," she muffled against his shirt.
He smiled and hugged her back, Hermione smiled against his shirt. She loved to be in his arms, she felt as if though she would never be cold again.
"Harry?" she whispered, still locked with his arms, and so was he.
Harry was too much in a blissful moment to hear her, he just squeezed her tighter as if though he was scared to let her go for he feared she might never come back or something as bad as that. Hermione attempted slowly to get out of his arms, but he had too much of a strong hold on her. Hermione rolled her eyes and stayed his arms. Blissful moments were underrated.
**
Ron grinned as he heard his friends talking and settling their problems and getting back to being normal friends maybe more . Then he saw Lavender about to go up the staircase but he grasped her arm and held her back. Lavender looked at him, puzzled that he did this.
"Harry and Hermione are upstairs," he whispered to her.
Lavender's eyes widen at the sound of those words. Ron shook his head at her.
"No. Not like that Lav," he muttered to her. Lavender blushed with embrassement.
Lavender sat at the foot of the stairs. "What is going on?"
Ron grinned. "I do believe one of my best friends, is in a love with a other best friend of mine."
Lavender stared at him for a few moments. "Seriously?"
Ron nodded. Lavender squealed, causing everyone to look up at her. Lavender blushed and sighed.
"'bout time, I've been betting over it since our Third year." she said happily, looking quite pleased with herself.
"You have?" asked Ron, surprised at this sudden news.
Lavender nodded and looked up and grinned at him. "Hermione had said she had a crush on him...."
"Really now?" now Ron was grinning from ear to ear.
"But....she *says* she has gotten over him, she told me last year he didn't seem to like her that way....." said Lavender slowly, looking somewhat puzzled yet happy.
At those words, Ron frowned deeply. He knew how Harry felt for Hermione, but he wasn't so sure how Hermione felt. And Lavender just seem to confirm Hermione was well over him. Ron shook his head sadly. Maybe Lavender has mistaken about the whole coversation she and Hermione had the previous year. Maybe.
**
"Erm-Hermione?" he asked nervously, sitting on her bed, as she was underneath her bed, trying to pull something out from under her bed it seemed. Hermione looked up at him.
"What?" she said irritably.
'Ask her now, this might be the only time you feel comfortable to ask her' he commanded himself. Hermione looked up at him with anxious eyes, waiting for him to say something. He gulped.
"Hermione...wouldyougototheWinterBallwithme?" he blurted out.
Hermione blinked and tilted her head to one side, highly confused. "Can you repeat that?"
'Oh, great, now I have to repeat it' thought Harry, wishing he had said it slower so he wouldn't have to say it once more.
"Hermione, would you go to the Winter Ball with me?" he asked her slowly and softly.
Hermione gasped softly at those words. He actually wanted to take her? He maybe he just wants to escort her or something. Hermione was jumping for joy inside. So maybe Harry probably didn't like her, but he did ask her out to the Ball right?
"I can't," she said softly, not knowing way she said it, but she just did. She loved Harry very much so. And maybe at times she did see him as more as a friend. But she always wanted to her friendship with Harry, just like Ron.
Harry bowed his head at her words, but couldn't help but asking. "Why?"
Hermione now regretted her previous words more than ever. Oh, Merlin's ghost, what I have I done?
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A/N: There, chapter five came sooner than planned. Hope you didn't mind and please review! Toodles! :-D I left a cliffie, did I not? *puzzled* Nah, of course not. ^.^