Disclaimer: I do not in any way own the characters of this story. Well,
actually I do own Stephen Phillips (cousin of …dun dun dun… Ronald Weasley.
)
A/N- this takes place in 7th year! Includes Harry/Cho, Ron liking Hermione, and Hermione/Draco. Ron will find the perfect girl in the end!
"Hermione wake up! We're going to miss breakfast!" Ginny Weasley was shaking Mione from a memory-like dream of Ryan.
"hmm? What Gin? What time is it?" Hermione asked half-asleep.
"Only fifteen minutes until classes start," Ginny said casually.
"WHAT!" Hermione jumped out of bed and was not running around frantically from her walk-in closet, out to the common room, into her and Draco's bathroom, and back to her room again. Ginny was just giggling the whole time. In less than five minutes, Mione was standing in front of Ginny ready for class.
"I like what you did with your hair. That double spiral bun is cute. But I think it makes you seem too 'I just got out of bed' when matched with the bunny slippers," Ginny giggled again.
"What… oh. Hold on," Hermione sighed as she slipped out of her pink bunny slippers and into a pair of cork wedges.
"NOW you are ready," Ginny said, dragging her friend out of the Head Dormitories.
Draco had been thinking about the two papers Granger had left in the common room. 'I wonder how far Granger's fling went? It couldn't have been as steamy as Sharon's and mine. But then she probably isn't a money greedy slut like Sharon.' Thinking about her made Draco look across the Great Hall for her. She wasn't there. ' Is Know-it-all studying again?' he thought as he ate his Spanish omelet. The house elves decided they wanted a more international menu. Hermione's influence no doubt. Then he saw her walk into the Great Hall long enough to snatch a orange from the Gryffindor table and walk right back out. Draco checked his watch. It read "leave now or you'll be late to Muggle studies."
Hermione hadn't been first in the Advanced Muggle Studies classroom but she was rather early. Professor Phillips saw her sitting alone in the front of the class and decided to keep her company. "You didn't get into a little quarrel with my cousin did you? I've heard about your disagreements. Of course I can't blame you. The stubbornness is on our side of the family."
"Oh no. I'm fine. I just didn't want to be late for class and I woke up late and I was so worried so I decided I might as well be early."
"Oh good. Are you going to try out for the play? It will be that 1968 Franco Zeffirelli version. You would make a lovely Juliet."
"Yea Granger. Now that your hair is straight and shinny you look almost like that Olivia Hussey." The person's voice wasn't quite a drawl, not necessarily sarcastic, not completely serious, but very much full of knowledge. And he sounded like he very muchhated to admit those words. Hermione and Professor Phillips "Ahh. Mr. Malfoy. Why don't you come and sit in the front of the class today. I was planning on arranging the seating chart to mix up the class anyways. You can sit right next to Ms. Granger. Don't worry. I'll make sure Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter won't be near you or each other," Professor trailed on as he walked away from Hermione and a moving Draco. The rest of the class filed in shortly afterward. "Good morning," Professor called, obviously rushing to finish writing something on his desk.
"I wouldn't sit down quite yet. I will be assigning seats for the rest of the term. Next term you may chose your own seat if you get a B+ or better in my class. We will start in the front right and move back then towards the left. Be aware that I already assigned Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger to front and center. Now. Mr. Creevy and Ms. Abbott. Mr. Potter and Ms Weasley (this class consisted of 6th and 7th years)…" Hermione has stopped listening to the professor.
'Oh God. I lost my true love. How can I go on? I will never feel this was about anyone again. Ryan was just so perfect. He had those ice blue eyes and that body of an angel. He promised he would be my first when I came back for Christmas. And now he just leaves me. Alone. He was my everything and now. I am nothing without him. What are good grades if you lose the one you love? *snif*'
Hermione hadn't noticed she was crying, but Draco did.
"Granger, sad because you can't sit next to your boyfriends any longer?" At the mention of the word boyfriend Hermione stopped looking shocked at Malfoy but enraged and depressed at the same time. Before he could say anything else she ran out up the classroom and straight to her room.
Once Hermione locked herself in her room, she wouldn't come out. That night Draco had knocked on her door or at least an hour after the Golden Boys gave up. She would sneak into the bathroom at night, but Draco never saw her. Ginny knocked on her room every morning but never got a reply. Harry would fly to her window, only to see she kept all light away. After a week of not seeing her everyone became worried. They tried every spell possible to open her door. Finally Harry and Ron went to the Headmaster.
"I am truly sorry for what has happened to Ms. Granger. But I cannot change the spell that was cast on her door. It prevents all magic except that used of the owner, which would be the Head Girl. I worry about her too. It frightens even me to see such a strong girl hid from what she cannot control," to this the boys gave him I look that said 'you know more than us', "but I cannot control what she chooses to do. I know she is okay. Winky has been bringing her her meals, and she says she eats her dinner."
"DINNER! THAT'S-" Ron started but Harry covered Ron's mouth and said a quick
"thank you for your help," before rushing out, dragging Ron along.
Another week had gone by. Harry started to see her wonder the halls at night, a privilege only for Head Girl and Boy. Harry, on the other hand, just used his invisibility cloak. But Harry never pestered Mione. He could see she wasn't ready to talk. All her professors began to truly worry for their most promising witch. Professor Phillips even postponed the auditions.
After the first night of trying to get Hermione out of her room he just sort of forgot about her. It wasn't hard considering all the ways she had avoided him before. But now things were boring. Potty and Weasel weren't even fun to mess with because they were so worried. In fact the whole school had a cloud covering it. Dumbledore noticed this and decided to try and cheer up the place. So one evening he stood up to make an announcement. "Hello everyone. I would like to announce that next week, on Hallow' eve we will be holding a Masque Ball. Everyone will remain anonymous until midnight. That it the only rule other than the fact that you must attend alone and find your date at the dance." With that he sat down and watched the school chatter about for the first time in ages.
"Oh Hermione," Harry said to the door of Hermione's room. "It will be so amazing. Mysterious strangers, dancing, a bunch of guys to help you get over Ryan."
"How…How did you know?" it was the first time hearing her voice in weeks.
"I see you in the halls at night. I hear you talk to yourself. I just never felt it was right to interrupt you. Don't worry though. The best cure to get over someone is to find someone better."
"There is no one better. He was my life's love. And he rejected me."
"Oh don't say that. Just come to the dance. No one will know it is you and you can look around."
"Fine. I will look. But no one is as perfect as Ryan and no one will have my heart."
"Okay. It is in two days. Remember to make a mask." And with that Harry left with a smile on his face.
He didn't know that Hermione still doubted if she should go. But then she looked in the back of her closet and found the most gorgeous renaissance inspired dress her Auntie Grace had bought for her in LA. She knew she had to go then. It was worth a try to get over Ryan.
The next morning she woke up more relaxed than she had in weeks. Today she decided she might go to a few of her classes. Maybe just Muggle Studies and Charms. They were her morning classes for the day, and she needed t o start somewhere.
Draco went to the bathroom to find that someone was already using it. He decided not to worry himself and he went to pack his books instead. When he came out he saw someone leave the common room. "hmm. Must be Weasley again." So he took his shower and came out to see Ginny talking to Granger's door.
"Weren't you already here?" he drawled.
"No."
"Whatever," he said and went to change.
Draco came out and saw Ginny still talking to the door. "Hey Weasley. I'm going to class cause I don't wanna be late. Are you coming?" Ginny just stood up and followed Draco to Muggle Studies. What they saw shocked them so much that they could barely stand. There was Hermione sitting in her seat talking to a calm Harry. Everyone else in the room looked as shocked as Malfoy and Ginny.
A/N- this takes place in 7th year! Includes Harry/Cho, Ron liking Hermione, and Hermione/Draco. Ron will find the perfect girl in the end!
"Hermione wake up! We're going to miss breakfast!" Ginny Weasley was shaking Mione from a memory-like dream of Ryan.
"hmm? What Gin? What time is it?" Hermione asked half-asleep.
"Only fifteen minutes until classes start," Ginny said casually.
"WHAT!" Hermione jumped out of bed and was not running around frantically from her walk-in closet, out to the common room, into her and Draco's bathroom, and back to her room again. Ginny was just giggling the whole time. In less than five minutes, Mione was standing in front of Ginny ready for class.
"I like what you did with your hair. That double spiral bun is cute. But I think it makes you seem too 'I just got out of bed' when matched with the bunny slippers," Ginny giggled again.
"What… oh. Hold on," Hermione sighed as she slipped out of her pink bunny slippers and into a pair of cork wedges.
"NOW you are ready," Ginny said, dragging her friend out of the Head Dormitories.
Draco had been thinking about the two papers Granger had left in the common room. 'I wonder how far Granger's fling went? It couldn't have been as steamy as Sharon's and mine. But then she probably isn't a money greedy slut like Sharon.' Thinking about her made Draco look across the Great Hall for her. She wasn't there. ' Is Know-it-all studying again?' he thought as he ate his Spanish omelet. The house elves decided they wanted a more international menu. Hermione's influence no doubt. Then he saw her walk into the Great Hall long enough to snatch a orange from the Gryffindor table and walk right back out. Draco checked his watch. It read "leave now or you'll be late to Muggle studies."
Hermione hadn't been first in the Advanced Muggle Studies classroom but she was rather early. Professor Phillips saw her sitting alone in the front of the class and decided to keep her company. "You didn't get into a little quarrel with my cousin did you? I've heard about your disagreements. Of course I can't blame you. The stubbornness is on our side of the family."
"Oh no. I'm fine. I just didn't want to be late for class and I woke up late and I was so worried so I decided I might as well be early."
"Oh good. Are you going to try out for the play? It will be that 1968 Franco Zeffirelli version. You would make a lovely Juliet."
"Yea Granger. Now that your hair is straight and shinny you look almost like that Olivia Hussey." The person's voice wasn't quite a drawl, not necessarily sarcastic, not completely serious, but very much full of knowledge. And he sounded like he very muchhated to admit those words. Hermione and Professor Phillips "Ahh. Mr. Malfoy. Why don't you come and sit in the front of the class today. I was planning on arranging the seating chart to mix up the class anyways. You can sit right next to Ms. Granger. Don't worry. I'll make sure Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter won't be near you or each other," Professor trailed on as he walked away from Hermione and a moving Draco. The rest of the class filed in shortly afterward. "Good morning," Professor called, obviously rushing to finish writing something on his desk.
"I wouldn't sit down quite yet. I will be assigning seats for the rest of the term. Next term you may chose your own seat if you get a B+ or better in my class. We will start in the front right and move back then towards the left. Be aware that I already assigned Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger to front and center. Now. Mr. Creevy and Ms. Abbott. Mr. Potter and Ms Weasley (this class consisted of 6th and 7th years)…" Hermione has stopped listening to the professor.
'Oh God. I lost my true love. How can I go on? I will never feel this was about anyone again. Ryan was just so perfect. He had those ice blue eyes and that body of an angel. He promised he would be my first when I came back for Christmas. And now he just leaves me. Alone. He was my everything and now. I am nothing without him. What are good grades if you lose the one you love? *snif*'
Hermione hadn't noticed she was crying, but Draco did.
"Granger, sad because you can't sit next to your boyfriends any longer?" At the mention of the word boyfriend Hermione stopped looking shocked at Malfoy but enraged and depressed at the same time. Before he could say anything else she ran out up the classroom and straight to her room.
Once Hermione locked herself in her room, she wouldn't come out. That night Draco had knocked on her door or at least an hour after the Golden Boys gave up. She would sneak into the bathroom at night, but Draco never saw her. Ginny knocked on her room every morning but never got a reply. Harry would fly to her window, only to see she kept all light away. After a week of not seeing her everyone became worried. They tried every spell possible to open her door. Finally Harry and Ron went to the Headmaster.
"I am truly sorry for what has happened to Ms. Granger. But I cannot change the spell that was cast on her door. It prevents all magic except that used of the owner, which would be the Head Girl. I worry about her too. It frightens even me to see such a strong girl hid from what she cannot control," to this the boys gave him I look that said 'you know more than us', "but I cannot control what she chooses to do. I know she is okay. Winky has been bringing her her meals, and she says she eats her dinner."
"DINNER! THAT'S-" Ron started but Harry covered Ron's mouth and said a quick
"thank you for your help," before rushing out, dragging Ron along.
Another week had gone by. Harry started to see her wonder the halls at night, a privilege only for Head Girl and Boy. Harry, on the other hand, just used his invisibility cloak. But Harry never pestered Mione. He could see she wasn't ready to talk. All her professors began to truly worry for their most promising witch. Professor Phillips even postponed the auditions.
After the first night of trying to get Hermione out of her room he just sort of forgot about her. It wasn't hard considering all the ways she had avoided him before. But now things were boring. Potty and Weasel weren't even fun to mess with because they were so worried. In fact the whole school had a cloud covering it. Dumbledore noticed this and decided to try and cheer up the place. So one evening he stood up to make an announcement. "Hello everyone. I would like to announce that next week, on Hallow' eve we will be holding a Masque Ball. Everyone will remain anonymous until midnight. That it the only rule other than the fact that you must attend alone and find your date at the dance." With that he sat down and watched the school chatter about for the first time in ages.
"Oh Hermione," Harry said to the door of Hermione's room. "It will be so amazing. Mysterious strangers, dancing, a bunch of guys to help you get over Ryan."
"How…How did you know?" it was the first time hearing her voice in weeks.
"I see you in the halls at night. I hear you talk to yourself. I just never felt it was right to interrupt you. Don't worry though. The best cure to get over someone is to find someone better."
"There is no one better. He was my life's love. And he rejected me."
"Oh don't say that. Just come to the dance. No one will know it is you and you can look around."
"Fine. I will look. But no one is as perfect as Ryan and no one will have my heart."
"Okay. It is in two days. Remember to make a mask." And with that Harry left with a smile on his face.
He didn't know that Hermione still doubted if she should go. But then she looked in the back of her closet and found the most gorgeous renaissance inspired dress her Auntie Grace had bought for her in LA. She knew she had to go then. It was worth a try to get over Ryan.
The next morning she woke up more relaxed than she had in weeks. Today she decided she might go to a few of her classes. Maybe just Muggle Studies and Charms. They were her morning classes for the day, and she needed t o start somewhere.
Draco went to the bathroom to find that someone was already using it. He decided not to worry himself and he went to pack his books instead. When he came out he saw someone leave the common room. "hmm. Must be Weasley again." So he took his shower and came out to see Ginny talking to Granger's door.
"Weren't you already here?" he drawled.
"No."
"Whatever," he said and went to change.
Draco came out and saw Ginny still talking to the door. "Hey Weasley. I'm going to class cause I don't wanna be late. Are you coming?" Ginny just stood up and followed Draco to Muggle Studies. What they saw shocked them so much that they could barely stand. There was Hermione sitting in her seat talking to a calm Harry. Everyone else in the room looked as shocked as Malfoy and Ginny.