The Girl Who Loved- Part II
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Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed part I:-) Personal
replies to those of you who reviewed before I wrote this will be at
the bottom. Note: This story is s-l-a-s-h. It may not be all that
believable, but I'm trying!
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Hermione watched from over the top of her arithmancy book as Harry
returned from Quidditch practice, smiling and exhultant over his
success on the field. He was as good on the field as he was fighting
evil dark lords singlehandedly, Hermione thought absently. A perfect
match for her, the top student, the studious teacher's pet. So why
couldn't he love him? Perhaps the problem was in his very nature...
were he a her, things might have been different.
Last summer, Hermione had attended a camp for young writers. There,
she had met Anna. It was only a summer fling, true, but why was it
that Hermione had enjoyed that summer fling more than her year long
romance with the Boy who Lived? There must be something wrong with me,
Hermione thought bitterly. Any girl in the school would love to date
Harry. So why am I so tempted to let them?
Harry plopped down into the seat next to Hermione, casually wrapping his
arm around her stiff shoulder. Peering down at her arithmancy book, he
scoffed, "Arithmancy again?" He rolled his eyes as he continued, "You'd
really rather read about math then come watch Quidditch practice?"
Something in Harry's tone rankled Hermione. "Arithmancy on its worst
day is ten times more interesting than watching you chase after tiny
golden balls on a bloody broomstick!" She snapped.
Shocked by the vehemence in her tone, Harry edged away from Hermione,
his arm falling limply to his side. "Well if that's the way you feel
about it, fine. Perhaps you'd rather be dating Proffesor Vector than
me." As a mental image of Hermione and the stuffy old teacher entered
his mind, Harry shuddered. "As far as I'm concerned, we're finished."
Before Hermione could even reply, Harry stalked up the stairs to his
dorm.
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Ginny peered into the common room, her green eyes shining in the light
of the lanterns that hung from every wall. Her shoes squeaked on the
tiled floor, announcing her presence to Hermione. Turning to glare up
at the intruder, Hermione's expression softened considerably upon seeing
Ginny and not Ron or -heaven forbid- Harry approach.
Confidence fled from Ginny's heart the moment she entered Hermione's
presence. Hermione was so... perfect, not only in mind but in body and
spirit. There was no way such a creature would ever be attracted to
Ginny. But still... she had to know if there was a chance. She mustered
all her courage to speak, "So Hermione... I saw Harry on the landing..."
Hermione winced at Harry's name. "I broke up with him. He... he insulted
Arithmancy." When she said it out loud, Hermione realized just how
infantile her reasoning seemed. Yes, she and Harry had their differences...
but a love of learning versus a love of sports hardly seemed grounds
for a bitter break up.
Ginny's thoughts mirrored Hermione's as she asked increduously, "Why'd
you really break up with him?"
Hermione bristled at Ginny's tone. "Why do I need a reason?" She hissed
in irritation. Remembering Ginny's crush on the boy hero, she added,
"If you're here because you want to make sure he's really free, by all
means, take him. Hero or not, he's still just a boy."
Something in Hermione's words made Ginny's heart flutter with sudden hope.
"Is that why you dumped him?" Ginny asked tentatively. "Because he's a
*boy*?"
Hermione looked up at Ginny thoughtfully. It was amazing, Hermione thought
rather randomly, that Ginny had turned out as well as she had without any
females her age to talk to. Hermione couldn't imagine living in a house
with all the Weasley males. Since Ginny had started Hogwarts, Hermione
had tried to act as an older sister for Ginny, but recently she'd been so
distracted with dating Harry that she hadn't spent any time with her.
Gesturing for Ginny to sit beside her on the couch, Hermione said tiredly,
"I don't know why I broke up with Harry. It's just... when I kiss him,
it's not what I think a kiss should be. I care for him, but there's
something missing." She shook her head tiredly. "I know it sounds silly."
Ginny impulsively reached for Hermione's hand, only to withdraw quickly.
"It doesn't sound silly at all to me." She murmured. "I know exactly
what you mean. That's why I broke up with Neville."
Hermione smiled slightly at the memory of the younger girl's three year
relationship with the bumbling Neville. "I thought that was because you
still liked Harry."
"Harry??" Ginny stifled a giggle. "Hardly. No, I broke up with Neville
because males in general no longer hold any interest for me." The words
were out before Ginny had time to consider them. She winced at her own
casualness, but in a way, it felt good to speak of her "abnormality" so
openly for once.
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "How'd you come to that decision?" She
asked, more out of curiousity than anything else.
Ginny shrugged. "Sometimes you just know, I guess." She hesitated, and
stood up on weak legs. "Some people can go on for years living normal
lives, and denying what they truly feel, but those people can never be
truly happy."
With that, Ginny nodded to Hermione and bounded up the stairs to her
dormitory. Hermione watched her leave, and her finger traced over the
binding of her arithmancy book in almost a caress. Ginny had, whether
conciously or not, given Hermione something to think about.
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To be Continued...
Yes, I know that was still short, but I needed some feedback:
Do Ginny and Hermione have any chemistry, or should Ginny be left with
another brokenhearted crush?
Please review if you made it this far!
To my past reviewers (thankyouthankyou!)
FirenzeFire: I can appreciate that you found this "stupid", but more
specific criticism would be useful.
*~*Ginny*~*: I'm glad you gave my attempt at slash a try, thanx ;-)
Noir: **grin** Thanx, I'm trying to work on my writing skills.
Shaunard the Drummer: I'm glad you enjoyed it, one of my major struggles
is with character potrayal.
Kayla: I've loved some of your fics, I'm glad you liked mine!
Miss Kitty: As requested, here's the next part, I hope you enjoy this as well!
Shareen: Well, here's the next part... hope you like it.
Celenae the Goddess of REVENGE: Thanx for not prejudging, it's a nice change from some :-)
Anonymous at 1:00 AM: I'm glad you think it has potential, I've had fun writing this.
Thanks again! :-)
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Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed part I:-) Personal
replies to those of you who reviewed before I wrote this will be at
the bottom. Note: This story is s-l-a-s-h. It may not be all that
believable, but I'm trying!
~~~~~~
Hermione watched from over the top of her arithmancy book as Harry
returned from Quidditch practice, smiling and exhultant over his
success on the field. He was as good on the field as he was fighting
evil dark lords singlehandedly, Hermione thought absently. A perfect
match for her, the top student, the studious teacher's pet. So why
couldn't he love him? Perhaps the problem was in his very nature...
were he a her, things might have been different.
Last summer, Hermione had attended a camp for young writers. There,
she had met Anna. It was only a summer fling, true, but why was it
that Hermione had enjoyed that summer fling more than her year long
romance with the Boy who Lived? There must be something wrong with me,
Hermione thought bitterly. Any girl in the school would love to date
Harry. So why am I so tempted to let them?
Harry plopped down into the seat next to Hermione, casually wrapping his
arm around her stiff shoulder. Peering down at her arithmancy book, he
scoffed, "Arithmancy again?" He rolled his eyes as he continued, "You'd
really rather read about math then come watch Quidditch practice?"
Something in Harry's tone rankled Hermione. "Arithmancy on its worst
day is ten times more interesting than watching you chase after tiny
golden balls on a bloody broomstick!" She snapped.
Shocked by the vehemence in her tone, Harry edged away from Hermione,
his arm falling limply to his side. "Well if that's the way you feel
about it, fine. Perhaps you'd rather be dating Proffesor Vector than
me." As a mental image of Hermione and the stuffy old teacher entered
his mind, Harry shuddered. "As far as I'm concerned, we're finished."
Before Hermione could even reply, Harry stalked up the stairs to his
dorm.
~~~~~~
Ginny peered into the common room, her green eyes shining in the light
of the lanterns that hung from every wall. Her shoes squeaked on the
tiled floor, announcing her presence to Hermione. Turning to glare up
at the intruder, Hermione's expression softened considerably upon seeing
Ginny and not Ron or -heaven forbid- Harry approach.
Confidence fled from Ginny's heart the moment she entered Hermione's
presence. Hermione was so... perfect, not only in mind but in body and
spirit. There was no way such a creature would ever be attracted to
Ginny. But still... she had to know if there was a chance. She mustered
all her courage to speak, "So Hermione... I saw Harry on the landing..."
Hermione winced at Harry's name. "I broke up with him. He... he insulted
Arithmancy." When she said it out loud, Hermione realized just how
infantile her reasoning seemed. Yes, she and Harry had their differences...
but a love of learning versus a love of sports hardly seemed grounds
for a bitter break up.
Ginny's thoughts mirrored Hermione's as she asked increduously, "Why'd
you really break up with him?"
Hermione bristled at Ginny's tone. "Why do I need a reason?" She hissed
in irritation. Remembering Ginny's crush on the boy hero, she added,
"If you're here because you want to make sure he's really free, by all
means, take him. Hero or not, he's still just a boy."
Something in Hermione's words made Ginny's heart flutter with sudden hope.
"Is that why you dumped him?" Ginny asked tentatively. "Because he's a
*boy*?"
Hermione looked up at Ginny thoughtfully. It was amazing, Hermione thought
rather randomly, that Ginny had turned out as well as she had without any
females her age to talk to. Hermione couldn't imagine living in a house
with all the Weasley males. Since Ginny had started Hogwarts, Hermione
had tried to act as an older sister for Ginny, but recently she'd been so
distracted with dating Harry that she hadn't spent any time with her.
Gesturing for Ginny to sit beside her on the couch, Hermione said tiredly,
"I don't know why I broke up with Harry. It's just... when I kiss him,
it's not what I think a kiss should be. I care for him, but there's
something missing." She shook her head tiredly. "I know it sounds silly."
Ginny impulsively reached for Hermione's hand, only to withdraw quickly.
"It doesn't sound silly at all to me." She murmured. "I know exactly
what you mean. That's why I broke up with Neville."
Hermione smiled slightly at the memory of the younger girl's three year
relationship with the bumbling Neville. "I thought that was because you
still liked Harry."
"Harry??" Ginny stifled a giggle. "Hardly. No, I broke up with Neville
because males in general no longer hold any interest for me." The words
were out before Ginny had time to consider them. She winced at her own
casualness, but in a way, it felt good to speak of her "abnormality" so
openly for once.
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "How'd you come to that decision?" She
asked, more out of curiousity than anything else.
Ginny shrugged. "Sometimes you just know, I guess." She hesitated, and
stood up on weak legs. "Some people can go on for years living normal
lives, and denying what they truly feel, but those people can never be
truly happy."
With that, Ginny nodded to Hermione and bounded up the stairs to her
dormitory. Hermione watched her leave, and her finger traced over the
binding of her arithmancy book in almost a caress. Ginny had, whether
conciously or not, given Hermione something to think about.
~~~~~~
To be Continued...
Yes, I know that was still short, but I needed some feedback:
Do Ginny and Hermione have any chemistry, or should Ginny be left with
another brokenhearted crush?
Please review if you made it this far!
To my past reviewers (thankyouthankyou!)
FirenzeFire: I can appreciate that you found this "stupid", but more
specific criticism would be useful.
*~*Ginny*~*: I'm glad you gave my attempt at slash a try, thanx ;-)
Noir: **grin** Thanx, I'm trying to work on my writing skills.
Shaunard the Drummer: I'm glad you enjoyed it, one of my major struggles
is with character potrayal.
Kayla: I've loved some of your fics, I'm glad you liked mine!
Miss Kitty: As requested, here's the next part, I hope you enjoy this as well!
Shareen: Well, here's the next part... hope you like it.
Celenae the Goddess of REVENGE: Thanx for not prejudging, it's a nice change from some :-)
Anonymous at 1:00 AM: I'm glad you think it has potential, I've had fun writing this.
Thanks again! :-)
