Yay! I'm FINALLY updating! I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry for not updating
for so long! The good news is that I have part of the next chapter done
and I know where I'm going with this story. The bad news is that I don't
know when I'm going to have time to write! High school is hard! Sigh.
Well, I've had this finished since June 16th *ducks all the assorted fruits
that have been thrown at her* but FF.net wouldn't let me load it! I think
my computer was just screwed up. Well, I hope to get the next chapter up
soon! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Me no own Harry Potter or Nobody's Fool. (If I did, I would have a better excuse for not updating, wouldn't I?)
"Hey, 'Mione! Come with us to play in the snow!" George shouted as he and Fred pounded on her door. Hermione smiled and called, "Just a minute! I'll be right down!" As she heard them race back down the stairs to the common room, she continued to look out at the beautiful snow as it drifted softly upon the frozen lake. The past two weeks had been wonderful. George was the best boyfriend a girl could ask for, and they had been either hanging out with their friends, playing pranks, or just spending alone time together. And tonight, they were going to Hogsmeade. She had heard that a new karaoke stand had opened up in the Three Broomsticks, and she had the strange urge to sing. "Let's go!" "Coming!" she replied, laughing at their impatience. She hurried down the stairs to the common room, where George, Fred, Harry, Ron, and Ginny were waiting for her. As they set off toward the front of the castle, they picked up several more Gryffindors, all obviously expecting a snowball fight. As they walked, they talked and laughed together. When they arrived outside, they started making snowmen. The boys, however, soon got tired of the snowmen and instead decided to start the fight. Hermione shrieked as cold snow hit her in the back of her neck and dripped down her cloak. She turned around to see George snickering and immediately picked up a handful of snow to throw. Then she decided to try a sneakier way. She dropped the snow and walked calmly over to George. "George, I'm cold. Someone got snow down my back," she complained. George was obviously wondering if she had seen him throw the snowball or not and decided to play along in case she hadn't. He enveloped her in a hug and rubbed her back. "I'll warm you up!" he said cheerfully. Hermione giggled softly, then pushed him down into the snow as hard as she could. They both landed in a soft snow bank and were completely immersed. As she sat up, soaking wet, she muttered, "Well, that didn't go exactly as planned." George's muffled voice muttered a vague protest about Hermione's position on his stomach. "Serves you right!" she said, then shrieked as he sat up, dumping her in the snow. "Serves you right!" he mimicked. A snowball hit him in the head, and he looked around wildly to see who had thrown it. "Serves you right!" Fred taunted. The other Gryffindors soon joined in, and everyone but Parvati and Lavender were soon completely soaked. The two teenage girls had looked up a charm to protect them from the snow in case it messed up their hair. After a couple of hours of playing, the teens were tired and wet. "I have to have time to get ready for Hogsmeade! Let's go in!" Lavender called over the shrieks and yells. Hermione glanced at the sky and saw that the sun was getting close to setting. They did have to go to Hogsmeade at six or so. "Yes, let's go get ready," she agreed. In her dorm, she looked through her closet. Most of her clothes were conservative and orderly, but she did have a moderately short black skirt and a low cut purple top to match. After she had dressed, she sorted through her shoes. Her blacks heels would do, but they needed to be slightly taller. She lengthened the heels to four inches, then grabbed her purple purse. After applying some makeup, she was ready. She started down the stairs to meet George, nearly tripping on the way. She wasn't used to wearing four inch heels, but it hadn't seemed to bother her two weeks ago. "Wow. You look great!" George's smiling face greeted her as she finally made it down the stairs. "Thanks," she replied, blushing shyly. Taking his hand, they went to meet Fred and Angelina. Angelina fancied Fred, Hermione knew, but she had no idea what Fred felt. She hoped that he felt the same. Then they could double date! She smiled at George as they set off to Hogsmeade.
"Let's go shopping first!" Angelina, the ever perky shopaholic, suggested. Fred smiled at her, obviously amused by her enthusiasm. Hermione giggled, there might be hope for them yet! "Shopping sounds good! Where to first?" Hermione asked. "Zonko's!" the twins chorused together. "How did I know you were going to say that?" "You're just smart, I guess!" George replied, tugging on the end of Hermione's hair. "You guys can go to Zonko's. Hermione and I will go to Rubu's Robes!" Angelina fondled her pocket. "I have some spending money left over from my birthday." "Sure," Hermione agreed. The four teens parted, Fred and George heading left to Zonko's and Angelina and Hermione turning right to Rubu's. As they passed Owller's Books, Hermione looked longingly in at the shelves of books. The Hogwarts: A History especially caught her eye. Odd facts and histories of Hogwarts flashed through her head, but she couldn't remember ever reading that book. She shook her head to clear the odd feeling that she had in fact read it many times and decided that some of the things Binn's taught must actually be seeping into her head. Though all she could remember from that class was goblin rebellions. "Hermione?" Angelina questioned, staring back at Hermione from ten feet in front of her. Hermione realized that she had stopped and was staring at the bookshop. "Is anything wrong?" "Oh! No, nothing. Nothing at all."
Hermione and Angelina met the twins in front of the Three Broomsticks a couple of hours later. Angelina was several robes poorer, but Hermione had only bought one beautiful dress robe to wear at the Yule Ball. As they entered through the doors, Hermione spotted the stage and microphone that had been set up in the popular restaurant. She wondered if it had Muggle music. Maybe she might sing. The four were seated at a big table that already had about twenty Gryffindors seated. She sat beside Ron and George, and across from Harry. Fred and Angelina sat down next to each other beside Harry. Fred elbowed a Gryffindor seventh year who was about to sit down next to Angelina, and Hermione gave her a thumbs up sign. Angelina giggled and gave her a wink. "Four more butterbeers?" Madam Rosmerta greeted them. "Yes please," Hermione replied. She sneaked a glance over towards the karaoke stage. "Planning on singing?" George asked, following her eyes to the set. "Bet you'd be great." "No, I can't really sing well," she said shyly. "Aw, c'mon Hermione! Go sing!" Ron encouraged, joined in by most of the table. The butterbeers arrived at the table, and Hermione took a sip. Maybe she would sing. Why not? It wouldn't be that embarrassing. Finishing off her mug, she stood up. "I will sing!" she exclaimed. Seeing her sudden enthusiasm, Fred leaned over and whispered to George, "I think there was alcohol in those." Madam Rosmerta overheard him and smelled Hermione's empty mug. "No alcohol in these. I wouldn't serve alcohol to a minor, thank you very much!" Hermione had already walked over to the karaoke machine and was looking through the choices. She spotted her favorite new Muggle artist and scanned down her songs. One in particular jumped out at her, and Hermione decided to sing it. It wouldn't be out of her vocal range at least. Waving her wand at the microphone, she whispered the name and artist of the song into it. Immediately, an announcer's voice came over the invisible loudspeakers floating randomly around the room. "Attention, everyone! Hermione Granger will be singing Nobody's Fool, by Avril Lavigne." The room turned silent, and everyone turned to stare at the blushing girl in front of the microphone. The music started booming, and Hermione started to sing.
Fall back
Take a look at me
And you'll see I'm for real
I feel what only I can feel
And if that don't appeal to you
Let me know
And I'll go
'Cuz I flow
Better when my colors show
The song was slightly a rap and Hermione's voice went well with it. The room started nodding along with the beat, and a few whistles were heard from the crowd. Hermione could see George smile at her, and she smiled back before she continued.
And that's the way it has to be
Honestly
'Cuz creativity could never bloom
In my room
I'd throw it all away before I lie
So don't call me with a compromise
Hang up the phone
I've got a backbone stronger than yours
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la
She knew the song well; though it was new, she had listened to it many times. The past couple of weeks especially it had appealed to her. The lyrics just seemed to fit.
If you're trying to turn me into someone else
Its easy to see I'm not down with that
I'm not nobody's fool
The words flowed easily from her lips, and she stared out at the audience. Her gaze went directly to George as she sang the lines, and she saw that he wasn't smiling anymore. He looked a little. . .nervous. Almost guilty. That was weird. She shrugged it off and continued singing.
If you're trying to turn me into something else
I've seen enough and I'm over that
I'm not nobody's fool
If you wanna bring me down
Go ahead and try
Go ahead and try
George listened more carefully as Hermione sang the second part of the chorus. He had heard right. Did she know? Why had she picked that song? He quickly looked over at Fred, who seemed too involved in gazing at Angelina to pick up the signs in the song. He wacked him on the shoulder. "Fred. Fred!" George hissed. Fred finally stopped staring at Angelina and glanced over at his twin. "What?" he asked irritably. "Listen to the lyrics! Especially the chorus!" Fred shrugged and turned his attention to Hermione, who was just starting on the second verse.
You don't know
You think you know me like yourself
But I fear
That you're only telling me what I wanna hear
But do you give a damn
Understand
That I can't not be what I am
George thought he might be over thinking this. The song didn't fit exactly after all. Maybe she just liked that song. It was a good song. But there were little clues in the words. He looked back at Fred, who was beginning to realize just what the lyrics were saying.
I'm not the milk and cheerios in your spoon
Its not a simple here we go, not so soon
I might've fallen for that when I was fourteen
And a little more green
But its amazing what a couple of years can mean
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la
Hermione was also thinking hard. The words seemed to have a deeper meaning than it seemed. There was something that was on the edge of her consciousness, something that kept trying to get out. But she couldn't worry about it now, she would worry about it later. Right now she had to sing.
If you're trying to turn me into someone else
Its easy to see I'm not down with that
I'm not nobody's fool
If you're trying to turn me into something else
I've seen enough and I'm over that
I'm not nobody's fool
If you wanna bring me down
Go ahead and try
Go ahead and try
George turned back to Fred, who had shock written all over his face. "Does she know?" he mouthed. George shrugged and mouthed back, "How could she?" "I don't know!" Fred said out loud. Angelina turned and looked at him. "Don't know what?" "Nothing, nothing." "People are acting strange today. First Hermione, then you. Did you eat too much snow?" George didn't hear Fred's reply, he concentrated on the fact that Hermione was acting strange instead. It had been three weeks since they gave her that pill. Only one week was left. It might be wearing off. He groaned and hit his head on the table. She was going to hate him. Angelina watched George bang his head on the wooden surface and shook her head slowly. "I'm the only sane one left." "I wouldn't count on that. You were never sane." Fred countered. George turned his attention back to Hermione, who was staring at him. He must look pretty strange hitting his head during her song, so he decided to smile at her instead.
Go ahead and try
Try and look me in the eye
But you'll never see inside
Until you realize, realize
Things are trying to settle down
Just try to figure out
Exactly what I'm about
If its with or without you
I don't need you doubting me
'Am I singing bad?' Hermione thought as she watched George try to knock himself unconscious. She couldn't be that bad, could she? He turned to look at her and immediately started smiling again. 'Okay, that was weird.' She turned her attention back to the audience, who looked like they were enjoying it. At least none of them were banging their heads against the tables. She concentrated on singing. The words of the song kept circling around her head. She would have to think about them later. There had to be something important about them; she could feel it.
If you're trying to turn me into someone else
Its easy to see I'm not down with that
I'm not nobody's fool
If you're trying to turn me into something else
I've seen enough and I'm over that
I'm not nobody's fool
If you wanna bring me down
Go ahead and try
Go ahead and try
George winced at the first line. He hadn't wanted to turn her into someone else. He just wanted to play a prank and make her loosen up slightly. It wasn't supposed to be this complicated. 'Maybe she won't be mad!' he thought hopefully. But he knew that would never happen. He would be angry if someone tried to change his whole personality. He would have to tell her. He had one week. Hermione started to finish up the song.
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la
Would you be laughing out loud
If I played to my own crowd
Try
Go ahead and try. . .
Hermione whispered the last line. There was something there, something she couldn't quite grasp. An image flashed before her, her studying in the common room, shushing Fred and George. No, she wasn't studying. She was reading a book, one of many stacked before her. She didn't read that much though. She didn't even like reading. Another one came before her, one of her disapproving a prank, but she squashed it before it had fully taken shape. It was confusing, and she just wanted to enjoy the applause that erupted around her. As she stepped down off the stage, George enveloped her in his arms. His familiar smell comforted her, but she couldn't get rid of the nagging feeling in the back of her mind.
Please, please, PLEASE review! Even if I don't update often, the reviews help anyways! Wow, this chapter was one of my longest ever I think! This might be two to three more chapters, maybe a little more. Who knows? I'm gonna finish soon, but in the meantime REVIEW!
Disclaimer: Me no own Harry Potter or Nobody's Fool. (If I did, I would have a better excuse for not updating, wouldn't I?)
"Hey, 'Mione! Come with us to play in the snow!" George shouted as he and Fred pounded on her door. Hermione smiled and called, "Just a minute! I'll be right down!" As she heard them race back down the stairs to the common room, she continued to look out at the beautiful snow as it drifted softly upon the frozen lake. The past two weeks had been wonderful. George was the best boyfriend a girl could ask for, and they had been either hanging out with their friends, playing pranks, or just spending alone time together. And tonight, they were going to Hogsmeade. She had heard that a new karaoke stand had opened up in the Three Broomsticks, and she had the strange urge to sing. "Let's go!" "Coming!" she replied, laughing at their impatience. She hurried down the stairs to the common room, where George, Fred, Harry, Ron, and Ginny were waiting for her. As they set off toward the front of the castle, they picked up several more Gryffindors, all obviously expecting a snowball fight. As they walked, they talked and laughed together. When they arrived outside, they started making snowmen. The boys, however, soon got tired of the snowmen and instead decided to start the fight. Hermione shrieked as cold snow hit her in the back of her neck and dripped down her cloak. She turned around to see George snickering and immediately picked up a handful of snow to throw. Then she decided to try a sneakier way. She dropped the snow and walked calmly over to George. "George, I'm cold. Someone got snow down my back," she complained. George was obviously wondering if she had seen him throw the snowball or not and decided to play along in case she hadn't. He enveloped her in a hug and rubbed her back. "I'll warm you up!" he said cheerfully. Hermione giggled softly, then pushed him down into the snow as hard as she could. They both landed in a soft snow bank and were completely immersed. As she sat up, soaking wet, she muttered, "Well, that didn't go exactly as planned." George's muffled voice muttered a vague protest about Hermione's position on his stomach. "Serves you right!" she said, then shrieked as he sat up, dumping her in the snow. "Serves you right!" he mimicked. A snowball hit him in the head, and he looked around wildly to see who had thrown it. "Serves you right!" Fred taunted. The other Gryffindors soon joined in, and everyone but Parvati and Lavender were soon completely soaked. The two teenage girls had looked up a charm to protect them from the snow in case it messed up their hair. After a couple of hours of playing, the teens were tired and wet. "I have to have time to get ready for Hogsmeade! Let's go in!" Lavender called over the shrieks and yells. Hermione glanced at the sky and saw that the sun was getting close to setting. They did have to go to Hogsmeade at six or so. "Yes, let's go get ready," she agreed. In her dorm, she looked through her closet. Most of her clothes were conservative and orderly, but she did have a moderately short black skirt and a low cut purple top to match. After she had dressed, she sorted through her shoes. Her blacks heels would do, but they needed to be slightly taller. She lengthened the heels to four inches, then grabbed her purple purse. After applying some makeup, she was ready. She started down the stairs to meet George, nearly tripping on the way. She wasn't used to wearing four inch heels, but it hadn't seemed to bother her two weeks ago. "Wow. You look great!" George's smiling face greeted her as she finally made it down the stairs. "Thanks," she replied, blushing shyly. Taking his hand, they went to meet Fred and Angelina. Angelina fancied Fred, Hermione knew, but she had no idea what Fred felt. She hoped that he felt the same. Then they could double date! She smiled at George as they set off to Hogsmeade.
"Let's go shopping first!" Angelina, the ever perky shopaholic, suggested. Fred smiled at her, obviously amused by her enthusiasm. Hermione giggled, there might be hope for them yet! "Shopping sounds good! Where to first?" Hermione asked. "Zonko's!" the twins chorused together. "How did I know you were going to say that?" "You're just smart, I guess!" George replied, tugging on the end of Hermione's hair. "You guys can go to Zonko's. Hermione and I will go to Rubu's Robes!" Angelina fondled her pocket. "I have some spending money left over from my birthday." "Sure," Hermione agreed. The four teens parted, Fred and George heading left to Zonko's and Angelina and Hermione turning right to Rubu's. As they passed Owller's Books, Hermione looked longingly in at the shelves of books. The Hogwarts: A History especially caught her eye. Odd facts and histories of Hogwarts flashed through her head, but she couldn't remember ever reading that book. She shook her head to clear the odd feeling that she had in fact read it many times and decided that some of the things Binn's taught must actually be seeping into her head. Though all she could remember from that class was goblin rebellions. "Hermione?" Angelina questioned, staring back at Hermione from ten feet in front of her. Hermione realized that she had stopped and was staring at the bookshop. "Is anything wrong?" "Oh! No, nothing. Nothing at all."
Hermione and Angelina met the twins in front of the Three Broomsticks a couple of hours later. Angelina was several robes poorer, but Hermione had only bought one beautiful dress robe to wear at the Yule Ball. As they entered through the doors, Hermione spotted the stage and microphone that had been set up in the popular restaurant. She wondered if it had Muggle music. Maybe she might sing. The four were seated at a big table that already had about twenty Gryffindors seated. She sat beside Ron and George, and across from Harry. Fred and Angelina sat down next to each other beside Harry. Fred elbowed a Gryffindor seventh year who was about to sit down next to Angelina, and Hermione gave her a thumbs up sign. Angelina giggled and gave her a wink. "Four more butterbeers?" Madam Rosmerta greeted them. "Yes please," Hermione replied. She sneaked a glance over towards the karaoke stage. "Planning on singing?" George asked, following her eyes to the set. "Bet you'd be great." "No, I can't really sing well," she said shyly. "Aw, c'mon Hermione! Go sing!" Ron encouraged, joined in by most of the table. The butterbeers arrived at the table, and Hermione took a sip. Maybe she would sing. Why not? It wouldn't be that embarrassing. Finishing off her mug, she stood up. "I will sing!" she exclaimed. Seeing her sudden enthusiasm, Fred leaned over and whispered to George, "I think there was alcohol in those." Madam Rosmerta overheard him and smelled Hermione's empty mug. "No alcohol in these. I wouldn't serve alcohol to a minor, thank you very much!" Hermione had already walked over to the karaoke machine and was looking through the choices. She spotted her favorite new Muggle artist and scanned down her songs. One in particular jumped out at her, and Hermione decided to sing it. It wouldn't be out of her vocal range at least. Waving her wand at the microphone, she whispered the name and artist of the song into it. Immediately, an announcer's voice came over the invisible loudspeakers floating randomly around the room. "Attention, everyone! Hermione Granger will be singing Nobody's Fool, by Avril Lavigne." The room turned silent, and everyone turned to stare at the blushing girl in front of the microphone. The music started booming, and Hermione started to sing.
Fall back
Take a look at me
And you'll see I'm for real
I feel what only I can feel
And if that don't appeal to you
Let me know
And I'll go
'Cuz I flow
Better when my colors show
The song was slightly a rap and Hermione's voice went well with it. The room started nodding along with the beat, and a few whistles were heard from the crowd. Hermione could see George smile at her, and she smiled back before she continued.
And that's the way it has to be
Honestly
'Cuz creativity could never bloom
In my room
I'd throw it all away before I lie
So don't call me with a compromise
Hang up the phone
I've got a backbone stronger than yours
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la
She knew the song well; though it was new, she had listened to it many times. The past couple of weeks especially it had appealed to her. The lyrics just seemed to fit.
If you're trying to turn me into someone else
Its easy to see I'm not down with that
I'm not nobody's fool
The words flowed easily from her lips, and she stared out at the audience. Her gaze went directly to George as she sang the lines, and she saw that he wasn't smiling anymore. He looked a little. . .nervous. Almost guilty. That was weird. She shrugged it off and continued singing.
If you're trying to turn me into something else
I've seen enough and I'm over that
I'm not nobody's fool
If you wanna bring me down
Go ahead and try
Go ahead and try
George listened more carefully as Hermione sang the second part of the chorus. He had heard right. Did she know? Why had she picked that song? He quickly looked over at Fred, who seemed too involved in gazing at Angelina to pick up the signs in the song. He wacked him on the shoulder. "Fred. Fred!" George hissed. Fred finally stopped staring at Angelina and glanced over at his twin. "What?" he asked irritably. "Listen to the lyrics! Especially the chorus!" Fred shrugged and turned his attention to Hermione, who was just starting on the second verse.
You don't know
You think you know me like yourself
But I fear
That you're only telling me what I wanna hear
But do you give a damn
Understand
That I can't not be what I am
George thought he might be over thinking this. The song didn't fit exactly after all. Maybe she just liked that song. It was a good song. But there were little clues in the words. He looked back at Fred, who was beginning to realize just what the lyrics were saying.
I'm not the milk and cheerios in your spoon
Its not a simple here we go, not so soon
I might've fallen for that when I was fourteen
And a little more green
But its amazing what a couple of years can mean
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la
Hermione was also thinking hard. The words seemed to have a deeper meaning than it seemed. There was something that was on the edge of her consciousness, something that kept trying to get out. But she couldn't worry about it now, she would worry about it later. Right now she had to sing.
If you're trying to turn me into someone else
Its easy to see I'm not down with that
I'm not nobody's fool
If you're trying to turn me into something else
I've seen enough and I'm over that
I'm not nobody's fool
If you wanna bring me down
Go ahead and try
Go ahead and try
George turned back to Fred, who had shock written all over his face. "Does she know?" he mouthed. George shrugged and mouthed back, "How could she?" "I don't know!" Fred said out loud. Angelina turned and looked at him. "Don't know what?" "Nothing, nothing." "People are acting strange today. First Hermione, then you. Did you eat too much snow?" George didn't hear Fred's reply, he concentrated on the fact that Hermione was acting strange instead. It had been three weeks since they gave her that pill. Only one week was left. It might be wearing off. He groaned and hit his head on the table. She was going to hate him. Angelina watched George bang his head on the wooden surface and shook her head slowly. "I'm the only sane one left." "I wouldn't count on that. You were never sane." Fred countered. George turned his attention back to Hermione, who was staring at him. He must look pretty strange hitting his head during her song, so he decided to smile at her instead.
Go ahead and try
Try and look me in the eye
But you'll never see inside
Until you realize, realize
Things are trying to settle down
Just try to figure out
Exactly what I'm about
If its with or without you
I don't need you doubting me
'Am I singing bad?' Hermione thought as she watched George try to knock himself unconscious. She couldn't be that bad, could she? He turned to look at her and immediately started smiling again. 'Okay, that was weird.' She turned her attention back to the audience, who looked like they were enjoying it. At least none of them were banging their heads against the tables. She concentrated on singing. The words of the song kept circling around her head. She would have to think about them later. There had to be something important about them; she could feel it.
If you're trying to turn me into someone else
Its easy to see I'm not down with that
I'm not nobody's fool
If you're trying to turn me into something else
I've seen enough and I'm over that
I'm not nobody's fool
If you wanna bring me down
Go ahead and try
Go ahead and try
George winced at the first line. He hadn't wanted to turn her into someone else. He just wanted to play a prank and make her loosen up slightly. It wasn't supposed to be this complicated. 'Maybe she won't be mad!' he thought hopefully. But he knew that would never happen. He would be angry if someone tried to change his whole personality. He would have to tell her. He had one week. Hermione started to finish up the song.
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la
Would you be laughing out loud
If I played to my own crowd
Try
Go ahead and try. . .
Hermione whispered the last line. There was something there, something she couldn't quite grasp. An image flashed before her, her studying in the common room, shushing Fred and George. No, she wasn't studying. She was reading a book, one of many stacked before her. She didn't read that much though. She didn't even like reading. Another one came before her, one of her disapproving a prank, but she squashed it before it had fully taken shape. It was confusing, and she just wanted to enjoy the applause that erupted around her. As she stepped down off the stage, George enveloped her in his arms. His familiar smell comforted her, but she couldn't get rid of the nagging feeling in the back of her mind.
Please, please, PLEASE review! Even if I don't update often, the reviews help anyways! Wow, this chapter was one of my longest ever I think! This might be two to three more chapters, maybe a little more. Who knows? I'm gonna finish soon, but in the meantime REVIEW!