Chapter Four: Too Much Of Heaven
Nine thirty p.m. in the Gryffindor common room. Hermione and Ron were doing their homework at one of the tables. Suddenly Hermione looked up and said, 'Ron?' 'What?' came a muffled reply from under a stack of homework. 'Is there something you want to tell me?' Hermione asked carefully. 'No,' Ron sighed. 'Yes there is, Ron. Don't lie to me.' Ron sat up and glared at Hermione. 'And what is it exactly that I'm supposed to be hiding from you?'
'You're in love.' 'No, I'm really not.' 'Yes, you are. You're in love with me.' At this point Ron burst out laughing, partly from the sheer hilarity of what Hermione was suggesting, and partly from sheer relief that she hadn't realised who he was really in love with. 'Well then,' Hermione continued, looking slightly embarrassed. 'If you're not in love with me, you must be-' she stopped short as it hit her. 'Oh my god, Ron. You're in love with Harry, aren't you?' 'Of course not,' Ron began, but they both knew that Hermione could see through as if he were made of glass. 'How long?' Hermione asked quietly. 'Since September,' Ron admitted. 'Wow,' Hermione said and then voiced the question they were both thinking. 'What are we going to do about Harry?'
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Midnight on top of the astronomy tower. Harry and Jasmine were sitting on the top, looking at the stars. The last half-hour had been spent making small talk, and the night was drawing to a close. 'So,' Harry started casually. 'I guess this is the part where I kiss you, right?' 'Yes, I guess it is,' Jasmine replied, dreamily looking into the sparkling emerald eyes that mirrored hers. He kissed her lips clumsily, then drew away, in the style of someone who was obviously a beginner. Jasmine reached out and brought him to her again, and kissed him passionately. Harry returned the kiss and gave as much as he was getting. Suddenly a wind rushed past them, lifting their hair. They drew apart to see where the wind had come from, and looked up. The sight was very gasp- worthy. The stars were flashing all colours of the rainbow, red, green, and purple. And their names were written in the stars, entwined. And yet, the names seemed wrong together, as if they were never meant to be more than friends. Harry imagined that he could make out the faces of his parents, and they looked sad. Harry and Jasmine decided that they couldn't stay atop the tower, and scrambled down and back to the Gryffindor tower hastily.
Next chapter: Ok I know I said I would do the Draco thing this chapter but I couldn't find anywhere to stick it (hehe). So it will be next chapter, and look out for a Cruel Intentions quote as well. Love and stuff to my girls (you're supposed to be my friends, so review for god's sake!) Kudos to Alex, as always. Thanks for telling people to read this!
Nine thirty p.m. in the Gryffindor common room. Hermione and Ron were doing their homework at one of the tables. Suddenly Hermione looked up and said, 'Ron?' 'What?' came a muffled reply from under a stack of homework. 'Is there something you want to tell me?' Hermione asked carefully. 'No,' Ron sighed. 'Yes there is, Ron. Don't lie to me.' Ron sat up and glared at Hermione. 'And what is it exactly that I'm supposed to be hiding from you?'
'You're in love.' 'No, I'm really not.' 'Yes, you are. You're in love with me.' At this point Ron burst out laughing, partly from the sheer hilarity of what Hermione was suggesting, and partly from sheer relief that she hadn't realised who he was really in love with. 'Well then,' Hermione continued, looking slightly embarrassed. 'If you're not in love with me, you must be-' she stopped short as it hit her. 'Oh my god, Ron. You're in love with Harry, aren't you?' 'Of course not,' Ron began, but they both knew that Hermione could see through as if he were made of glass. 'How long?' Hermione asked quietly. 'Since September,' Ron admitted. 'Wow,' Hermione said and then voiced the question they were both thinking. 'What are we going to do about Harry?'
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Midnight on top of the astronomy tower. Harry and Jasmine were sitting on the top, looking at the stars. The last half-hour had been spent making small talk, and the night was drawing to a close. 'So,' Harry started casually. 'I guess this is the part where I kiss you, right?' 'Yes, I guess it is,' Jasmine replied, dreamily looking into the sparkling emerald eyes that mirrored hers. He kissed her lips clumsily, then drew away, in the style of someone who was obviously a beginner. Jasmine reached out and brought him to her again, and kissed him passionately. Harry returned the kiss and gave as much as he was getting. Suddenly a wind rushed past them, lifting their hair. They drew apart to see where the wind had come from, and looked up. The sight was very gasp- worthy. The stars were flashing all colours of the rainbow, red, green, and purple. And their names were written in the stars, entwined. And yet, the names seemed wrong together, as if they were never meant to be more than friends. Harry imagined that he could make out the faces of his parents, and they looked sad. Harry and Jasmine decided that they couldn't stay atop the tower, and scrambled down and back to the Gryffindor tower hastily.
Next chapter: Ok I know I said I would do the Draco thing this chapter but I couldn't find anywhere to stick it (hehe). So it will be next chapter, and look out for a Cruel Intentions quote as well. Love and stuff to my girls (you're supposed to be my friends, so review for god's sake!) Kudos to Alex, as always. Thanks for telling people to read this!