Chapter Six: By Chance
"Ron's in love with you." "Oh, bloody hell!"
Hermione was quite shocked by this outburst. She had expected him to be shocked, but not this much. Clearly there was something else going on. 'Harry, what's wrong?' 'Nothing, I just- how can Ron be in love with me?' 'Well it is possible you know,' she replied, but the words came out harsher than she had intended. Harry kept his poker face, but Hermione saw the faintest hint of hurt and confusion in his eyes, which doubled her guilt.
Harry took a deep breath, collected himself and tried again. 'How did you find out?' 'I figured it out. It wasn't that hard you know. Ron's been behaving strangely around us for ages. I knew he wasn't in love with me, so that just left you. I asked him and he told me. He's been in love with you since September.' Harry frowned as a thought occurred to him. 'Why did you assume it was one of us two and not Jasmine?' 'Hello? Obvious much?' Hermione replied. 'He's been weird since September. Jasmine came here at the end of October. It couldn't be her.'
'Ok,' said Harry through another deep breath. 'Wonderful. My best friend's in love with me and my girlfriend is my twin sister-'
'WHAT!' Hermione shrieked. 'Jasmine is your twin sister? Oh my god. I should have known. The eyes, it was so obvious! And the hair-' 'What about the hair?' Harry asked sharply. 'You mean you didn't notice?' Hermione looked at him in confusion. 'Harry, her hair is the exact same shade as your mothers.'
*
Gryffindor common room, a few hours later. Hermione had left Harry alone for a while to digest all the new information he'd been given, but now she crept back up the stairs to talk to him again. She had to know what else Dumbledore had said. As she walked into the boys dorm, she saw Harry laying flat on his back on his bed, staring vacantly at the ceiling. He barely breathed, and for a momentary flight of fancy, Hermione imagined he was dead. He had heard her enter so he sat up, and the illusion was broken.
'Can I help you, Hermione?' he asked, blinking at her. 'Harry, what else did Dumbledore tell you?' 'Oh, that,' he said in a dismissive tone, stretching out his limbs. 'Well, lets see. Jasmine's my twin sister and we're Magids. Apparently she's a lot more powerful than I am too. When my parents knew that Voldemort was after them, they split us up to lessen the chance of us both dying. I stayed with my parents because I was weaker. Wormtail was our secret-keeper. Jasmine was sent to Arabella Figg, who turned her into a cat and was her secret-keeper. When my parents died Arabella became my secret-keeper. Jasmine has only just been turned back into a person because Voldemort has risen and we need to train our Magid powers together so we can go and fight Voldemort, where one or both of us could die. Once again, it's a wonderful life.' 'Oh, god, Harry,' Hermione whispered, her voice wavering with the tears that were beginning to sting her eyes. She threw her arms around him and held him as if it were the last time she could ever do so.
Hermione cried herself to sleep that night.
*
The next day was Sunday, and Hermione was once again in an abandoned classroom. 'Oh Hermione,' someone behind her drawled in a singsong voice. Hermione sighed. There was only one person she knew who could drawl in a singsong voice and make her heart beat faster all at the same time-Draco. 'Hello, Draco. And what can I do for you this fine Sunday morning?' she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. 'I was wondering if you could perhaps do me a favour.' Hermione was genuinely surprised at his expression. Instead of the cocky, self-assured Draco she had come to know and- well, love, she saw a self-conscious and uncertain boy. 'Draco, what is it?' she asked with an intrigued half smile on her face. 'Well, we're fifteen now, and we're old enough to make mature decisions. So I was wondering if perhaps you would, well basically,' he fumbled for words, and Hermione found this transformation from know-it-all to Mr Unsure quite adorable. ''Will you sleep with me?' he finished bluntly. Hermione burst out laughing. 'I'm serious!' he protested. 'I know you are, I'm just surprised,' giggled Hermione. The hurt and downtrodden expression on his face made her laugh even more. 'Oh stop pulling that face!' she gasped. 'You look like a sad puppy!'
Finally she gathered herself and said, 'Draco, I would love to sleep with you. Except I don't want to sleep,' she added flirtatiously. Draco took her hand and they ran off to the nearest book cupboard.
*
Half an hour later, Peeves was telling Filch the Caretaker about the terrible racket coming from the book cupboard. 'There was a horrible noise- a load of gasping and shrieking,' he told the caretaker smugly. 'Damn students,' Filch hissed, and went stomping down the corridor muttering darkly about punishments if they were still in there.
Next chapter: the consequences of Draco and Hermione's moment of passion. Magid training for Harry and Jasmine.
Alex, I know you are shaking your fist at the computer in disappointment over that poorly done 'sex scene'. I'm sure you're just about to write me a lovely review expressing your displeasure.Worry not, for a far better version is winging it's way to you as we speak. Thanks for the pointers and for the fascinating conversations.
Bob the exotic man, I love you baby. Fancy visiting a book cupboard with me.? We don't have to tell Manda.
Love to all my girls, see you on Thursday 5th.
Also Luvs to everyone reading this. You guys rock!
"Ron's in love with you." "Oh, bloody hell!"
Hermione was quite shocked by this outburst. She had expected him to be shocked, but not this much. Clearly there was something else going on. 'Harry, what's wrong?' 'Nothing, I just- how can Ron be in love with me?' 'Well it is possible you know,' she replied, but the words came out harsher than she had intended. Harry kept his poker face, but Hermione saw the faintest hint of hurt and confusion in his eyes, which doubled her guilt.
Harry took a deep breath, collected himself and tried again. 'How did you find out?' 'I figured it out. It wasn't that hard you know. Ron's been behaving strangely around us for ages. I knew he wasn't in love with me, so that just left you. I asked him and he told me. He's been in love with you since September.' Harry frowned as a thought occurred to him. 'Why did you assume it was one of us two and not Jasmine?' 'Hello? Obvious much?' Hermione replied. 'He's been weird since September. Jasmine came here at the end of October. It couldn't be her.'
'Ok,' said Harry through another deep breath. 'Wonderful. My best friend's in love with me and my girlfriend is my twin sister-'
'WHAT!' Hermione shrieked. 'Jasmine is your twin sister? Oh my god. I should have known. The eyes, it was so obvious! And the hair-' 'What about the hair?' Harry asked sharply. 'You mean you didn't notice?' Hermione looked at him in confusion. 'Harry, her hair is the exact same shade as your mothers.'
*
Gryffindor common room, a few hours later. Hermione had left Harry alone for a while to digest all the new information he'd been given, but now she crept back up the stairs to talk to him again. She had to know what else Dumbledore had said. As she walked into the boys dorm, she saw Harry laying flat on his back on his bed, staring vacantly at the ceiling. He barely breathed, and for a momentary flight of fancy, Hermione imagined he was dead. He had heard her enter so he sat up, and the illusion was broken.
'Can I help you, Hermione?' he asked, blinking at her. 'Harry, what else did Dumbledore tell you?' 'Oh, that,' he said in a dismissive tone, stretching out his limbs. 'Well, lets see. Jasmine's my twin sister and we're Magids. Apparently she's a lot more powerful than I am too. When my parents knew that Voldemort was after them, they split us up to lessen the chance of us both dying. I stayed with my parents because I was weaker. Wormtail was our secret-keeper. Jasmine was sent to Arabella Figg, who turned her into a cat and was her secret-keeper. When my parents died Arabella became my secret-keeper. Jasmine has only just been turned back into a person because Voldemort has risen and we need to train our Magid powers together so we can go and fight Voldemort, where one or both of us could die. Once again, it's a wonderful life.' 'Oh, god, Harry,' Hermione whispered, her voice wavering with the tears that were beginning to sting her eyes. She threw her arms around him and held him as if it were the last time she could ever do so.
Hermione cried herself to sleep that night.
*
The next day was Sunday, and Hermione was once again in an abandoned classroom. 'Oh Hermione,' someone behind her drawled in a singsong voice. Hermione sighed. There was only one person she knew who could drawl in a singsong voice and make her heart beat faster all at the same time-Draco. 'Hello, Draco. And what can I do for you this fine Sunday morning?' she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. 'I was wondering if you could perhaps do me a favour.' Hermione was genuinely surprised at his expression. Instead of the cocky, self-assured Draco she had come to know and- well, love, she saw a self-conscious and uncertain boy. 'Draco, what is it?' she asked with an intrigued half smile on her face. 'Well, we're fifteen now, and we're old enough to make mature decisions. So I was wondering if perhaps you would, well basically,' he fumbled for words, and Hermione found this transformation from know-it-all to Mr Unsure quite adorable. ''Will you sleep with me?' he finished bluntly. Hermione burst out laughing. 'I'm serious!' he protested. 'I know you are, I'm just surprised,' giggled Hermione. The hurt and downtrodden expression on his face made her laugh even more. 'Oh stop pulling that face!' she gasped. 'You look like a sad puppy!'
Finally she gathered herself and said, 'Draco, I would love to sleep with you. Except I don't want to sleep,' she added flirtatiously. Draco took her hand and they ran off to the nearest book cupboard.
*
Half an hour later, Peeves was telling Filch the Caretaker about the terrible racket coming from the book cupboard. 'There was a horrible noise- a load of gasping and shrieking,' he told the caretaker smugly. 'Damn students,' Filch hissed, and went stomping down the corridor muttering darkly about punishments if they were still in there.
Next chapter: the consequences of Draco and Hermione's moment of passion. Magid training for Harry and Jasmine.
Alex, I know you are shaking your fist at the computer in disappointment over that poorly done 'sex scene'. I'm sure you're just about to write me a lovely review expressing your displeasure.Worry not, for a far better version is winging it's way to you as we speak. Thanks for the pointers and for the fascinating conversations.
Bob the exotic man, I love you baby. Fancy visiting a book cupboard with me.? We don't have to tell Manda.
Love to all my girls, see you on Thursday 5th.
Also Luvs to everyone reading this. You guys rock!