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Summary: Halloween dance coming up. Read the first boring chapter to get a better idea of it.
A/N: Okay. I know the first chapter wasn't really going anywhere but I promise this chapter will be. Thanks Bethany for reviewing. Hope whoever reads this enjoys the rest.
Tricks and Treats ~ Chapter Two
"Can I ever be more of an idiot?" Hermione asked herself, looking at her image in the mirror. "I mean I totally overreacted at The Three Broomsticks. What was that anyway? Oh gosh, now I'm even talking to myself."
The brunette plopped down onto her bed, soaking in the silence of being alone. She picked up a book and quill from her side table and muttered an incantation.
"Anyway," she went on, the quill writing down what she was saying, "we won the game. I have a rather large bruise on my stomach from being hit by a bludger. My friends told be that I was hit so hard that I passed out and fell off my broomstick. Luckily Harry came to my rescue and caught me just before I hit the ground." Hermione sighed, gazing at a picture frame across the room. It was from her third year at Hogwarts. She, Ron, and Harry stood together smiling happily. Harry's arm was around Hermione's shoulder. She didn't seem to notice that, until now at least.
"Why are boys so complicated?" she asked the calm silence, lying back on her bed.
"Because we like a challenge."
"Harry!" Hermione shrieked, sitting upright. "You scared me half to death."
"Do you think that if I scared you half to death twice, then you would be scared fully to death so that you could die?" he asked, sauntering over to Hermione's bedside.
"You never asked to come in," she said shortly, trying to act cross, but with Harry that hardly happened.
"I didn't know I needed permission," he replied, a grin spreading across his lips. "What's that?" he asked, pointing to the quill that was scribbling away by itself.
"Oh," Hermione said, having forgotten all about it, "it's just a journal. I bewitched the quill so it will write down what I'm saying or thinking."
"What are you thinking?"
"That's for me to know," Hermione said, shutting the book and slipping it into her nightstand drawer, "and for you not to find out."
"I guess you can win this time," Harry sighed, lying back on the bed opposite of Hermione.
"Harry, I always win."
"Since when?" he teased, sitting up and staring at her.
"Since always," she replied, trying to hide the smile that was coming across her lips.
They sat for a few moments, just watching each other's movements, until Hermione's curiosity got the better of her.
"What are you doing here anyway?"
"Oh, no particular reason," he sighed, "I just came to tell you that you missed dinner. And since you missed it, you missed Dumbledore announcing that we will be having a Pumpkin Bash the night of Halloween."
"Are you serious?" Hermione asked excitedly, sitting at the end of the bed.
"No," Harry said simply. Hermione's face fell.
"Oh," she muttered, feeling like a fool.
Harry broke out into a hearty laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"You are," Harry replied. "I can't believe you can be so gullible. Yes Hermione, there is going to be a dance on Halloween. I wouldn't sincerely lie about something like that."
"Sure," Hermione teased, letting his little prank slide.
"Oh come off it now," he said, "I've known you for five years and you've known me for five years. I wouldn't ever intentionally piss you off. I know what you'd do to me."
"If you know me so well," she laughed, "what would I do to you?"
"Well," Harry began, standing up and crossing over to Hermione's bed and sitting beside her, "at first you'd probably give me the death glare, like so." Harry furrowed his brow to try and imitate Hermione's trademark stare. She burst into laughter at the site. Harry smiled and his face went back to normal. "Next," he went on, "you'd ignore me for days." He crossed his arms, turned around, and put his nose in the air, making Hermione laugh again.
"I couldn't ignore you," she cut in, "you'd annoy me too much."
"Anyway," Harry said loudly, pretending he didn't hear her comment, "you'd finally single me out in some sort of public place, at least some place where there would be witnesses. Perhaps quidditch practice, where you could embarrass me in front of my teammates. Or maybe the Great Hall, where you could do something dreadful to me, for the entire school to see."
"Sounds like me," Hermione joked, enjoying the light-headedness and tingling feeling she was feeling with Harry sitting so close to her. What's wrong with me, she asked herself, still paying attention to Harry's little speech.
"And then," he said drastically, "when I'd least expect it, you'd pounce!"
And pounce he did. Harry jumped onto Hermione and began to tickle her terribly. She desperately tried to keep her composure but couldn't stop herself from giggling. She decided that she had to fight back. She turned her body so that she was on top of him. She became the dominant player, getting Harry in certain places that made him squirm uncontrollably. The tickling war went on for a good five minutes, which seemed like hours to them. Finally Hermione rolled off of Harry and lay back, breathing heavily.
"I.win," she muttered, letting out a heavy sigh.
Harry lay back next to her, breathing hard as well.
"We.tied."
"Don't start," she warned, a small smile spreading on her lips. After catching her breath she propped her head on her elbow and watched Harry as he did the same. "Do you think you'll go to the dance?" she asked, trying not to sound so interested.
Harry lifted one shoulder and brought it back down.
"I'm sure Cho would go with you," Hermione went on, knowing about his past crush. "She knows that Cedric's wasn't your fault."
"I know," Harry sighed, "but sometimes, I feel as though it should have been me instead. He was such a good person. He didn't deserve to die so young."
"You don't deserve to die young either," Hermione said softly. "Sometimes, things happen for a reason, no matter how horrible some things seem."
"He shouldn't have gone," Harry muttered, staring off into space, in thought. Hermione watched him as he closed his eyes tightly and saw a drop of water fall from one of them. Harry stayed silent for a while. Hermione then saw another tear fall. She couldn't hold herself back any longer. She reached out and gently wrapped Harry in a tight embrace, trying to be somewhat of a comfort. Harry held onto Hermione tightly and within moments began to shake, letting tears fall freely.
"It's alright Harry, it's alright," Hermione whispered softly into his ear. "It wasn't your fault, it wasn't anybody's fault."
Harry slowly stopped shaking and sat up a few minutes later, whipping his now red and watery eyes.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, looking down at the ground, "it's just that I haven't been able to, well I haven't, ever, and I, I'm sorry."
"It's quite alright," Hermione smiled weakly, "I understand."
"I know," Harry muttered, "and that's why I love you so much."
"I beg your pardon," Hermione said, her eyes widening at what Harry had just said.
"I've never had a family, ever," Harry said, trying to explain, "until I came to Hogwarts that is. You mean everything to me Herm. You understand me, and you support me and you're just always here for me. Sometimes Ron isn't that perfect."
"I'm not perfect," Hermione blushed, "I'm just an excellent friend."
Harry gave a small smile.
"Yea, you are."
Hermione looked up into Harry's emerald eyes and suddenly lost herself. They were so deep and thoughtful, captivating and beautiful. She slightly shook her head to get out of this dream world. Harry had said so himself, she was just a friend, a sister even. Never more than just a girl, never a girlfriend, she was just Hermione.
"I think I should go back to my room, it's getting late," Harry whispered, breaking the silence.
"Yea," Hermione agreed, standing up and walking over to the door, Harry at her side.
"You know Hermione," Harry said, turning the doorknob, "you're more than just a friend. You're, something good."
With that, he left, shutting the door in her awestruck face. Hermione shook her head. So many questions were swarming through her mind and not one answer was within them. She walked back to her bed, took out her journal and quill, and set them down in front of her.
"Can my life get anymore confusing?" she asked the book. The quill wrote he statement down but also left the word "Yes" under it. Hermione shrugged. "Fine, it can. I knew that. But honestly, do you think Harry can read my mind? And if he can, can he read everyone's mind, or am I 'something good?' What did he mean by that anyway? Do you think he likes me? No, he can't. I'm just Hermione, nothing more. But am I really that good?"
Hermione sighed and started chatting away, pouring out all of her thoughts and worries to the journal. By the time she fell asleep, the book was almost entirely full.
*K, that's chapter 2. I hope it was a lot better than chapter one. Plz read and review, I would appreciate it so much. Thanks a ton and I'll try to update soon. ~MtL
Summary: Halloween dance coming up. Read the first boring chapter to get a better idea of it.
A/N: Okay. I know the first chapter wasn't really going anywhere but I promise this chapter will be. Thanks Bethany for reviewing. Hope whoever reads this enjoys the rest.
Tricks and Treats ~ Chapter Two
"Can I ever be more of an idiot?" Hermione asked herself, looking at her image in the mirror. "I mean I totally overreacted at The Three Broomsticks. What was that anyway? Oh gosh, now I'm even talking to myself."
The brunette plopped down onto her bed, soaking in the silence of being alone. She picked up a book and quill from her side table and muttered an incantation.
"Anyway," she went on, the quill writing down what she was saying, "we won the game. I have a rather large bruise on my stomach from being hit by a bludger. My friends told be that I was hit so hard that I passed out and fell off my broomstick. Luckily Harry came to my rescue and caught me just before I hit the ground." Hermione sighed, gazing at a picture frame across the room. It was from her third year at Hogwarts. She, Ron, and Harry stood together smiling happily. Harry's arm was around Hermione's shoulder. She didn't seem to notice that, until now at least.
"Why are boys so complicated?" she asked the calm silence, lying back on her bed.
"Because we like a challenge."
"Harry!" Hermione shrieked, sitting upright. "You scared me half to death."
"Do you think that if I scared you half to death twice, then you would be scared fully to death so that you could die?" he asked, sauntering over to Hermione's bedside.
"You never asked to come in," she said shortly, trying to act cross, but with Harry that hardly happened.
"I didn't know I needed permission," he replied, a grin spreading across his lips. "What's that?" he asked, pointing to the quill that was scribbling away by itself.
"Oh," Hermione said, having forgotten all about it, "it's just a journal. I bewitched the quill so it will write down what I'm saying or thinking."
"What are you thinking?"
"That's for me to know," Hermione said, shutting the book and slipping it into her nightstand drawer, "and for you not to find out."
"I guess you can win this time," Harry sighed, lying back on the bed opposite of Hermione.
"Harry, I always win."
"Since when?" he teased, sitting up and staring at her.
"Since always," she replied, trying to hide the smile that was coming across her lips.
They sat for a few moments, just watching each other's movements, until Hermione's curiosity got the better of her.
"What are you doing here anyway?"
"Oh, no particular reason," he sighed, "I just came to tell you that you missed dinner. And since you missed it, you missed Dumbledore announcing that we will be having a Pumpkin Bash the night of Halloween."
"Are you serious?" Hermione asked excitedly, sitting at the end of the bed.
"No," Harry said simply. Hermione's face fell.
"Oh," she muttered, feeling like a fool.
Harry broke out into a hearty laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"You are," Harry replied. "I can't believe you can be so gullible. Yes Hermione, there is going to be a dance on Halloween. I wouldn't sincerely lie about something like that."
"Sure," Hermione teased, letting his little prank slide.
"Oh come off it now," he said, "I've known you for five years and you've known me for five years. I wouldn't ever intentionally piss you off. I know what you'd do to me."
"If you know me so well," she laughed, "what would I do to you?"
"Well," Harry began, standing up and crossing over to Hermione's bed and sitting beside her, "at first you'd probably give me the death glare, like so." Harry furrowed his brow to try and imitate Hermione's trademark stare. She burst into laughter at the site. Harry smiled and his face went back to normal. "Next," he went on, "you'd ignore me for days." He crossed his arms, turned around, and put his nose in the air, making Hermione laugh again.
"I couldn't ignore you," she cut in, "you'd annoy me too much."
"Anyway," Harry said loudly, pretending he didn't hear her comment, "you'd finally single me out in some sort of public place, at least some place where there would be witnesses. Perhaps quidditch practice, where you could embarrass me in front of my teammates. Or maybe the Great Hall, where you could do something dreadful to me, for the entire school to see."
"Sounds like me," Hermione joked, enjoying the light-headedness and tingling feeling she was feeling with Harry sitting so close to her. What's wrong with me, she asked herself, still paying attention to Harry's little speech.
"And then," he said drastically, "when I'd least expect it, you'd pounce!"
And pounce he did. Harry jumped onto Hermione and began to tickle her terribly. She desperately tried to keep her composure but couldn't stop herself from giggling. She decided that she had to fight back. She turned her body so that she was on top of him. She became the dominant player, getting Harry in certain places that made him squirm uncontrollably. The tickling war went on for a good five minutes, which seemed like hours to them. Finally Hermione rolled off of Harry and lay back, breathing heavily.
"I.win," she muttered, letting out a heavy sigh.
Harry lay back next to her, breathing hard as well.
"We.tied."
"Don't start," she warned, a small smile spreading on her lips. After catching her breath she propped her head on her elbow and watched Harry as he did the same. "Do you think you'll go to the dance?" she asked, trying not to sound so interested.
Harry lifted one shoulder and brought it back down.
"I'm sure Cho would go with you," Hermione went on, knowing about his past crush. "She knows that Cedric's wasn't your fault."
"I know," Harry sighed, "but sometimes, I feel as though it should have been me instead. He was such a good person. He didn't deserve to die so young."
"You don't deserve to die young either," Hermione said softly. "Sometimes, things happen for a reason, no matter how horrible some things seem."
"He shouldn't have gone," Harry muttered, staring off into space, in thought. Hermione watched him as he closed his eyes tightly and saw a drop of water fall from one of them. Harry stayed silent for a while. Hermione then saw another tear fall. She couldn't hold herself back any longer. She reached out and gently wrapped Harry in a tight embrace, trying to be somewhat of a comfort. Harry held onto Hermione tightly and within moments began to shake, letting tears fall freely.
"It's alright Harry, it's alright," Hermione whispered softly into his ear. "It wasn't your fault, it wasn't anybody's fault."
Harry slowly stopped shaking and sat up a few minutes later, whipping his now red and watery eyes.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, looking down at the ground, "it's just that I haven't been able to, well I haven't, ever, and I, I'm sorry."
"It's quite alright," Hermione smiled weakly, "I understand."
"I know," Harry muttered, "and that's why I love you so much."
"I beg your pardon," Hermione said, her eyes widening at what Harry had just said.
"I've never had a family, ever," Harry said, trying to explain, "until I came to Hogwarts that is. You mean everything to me Herm. You understand me, and you support me and you're just always here for me. Sometimes Ron isn't that perfect."
"I'm not perfect," Hermione blushed, "I'm just an excellent friend."
Harry gave a small smile.
"Yea, you are."
Hermione looked up into Harry's emerald eyes and suddenly lost herself. They were so deep and thoughtful, captivating and beautiful. She slightly shook her head to get out of this dream world. Harry had said so himself, she was just a friend, a sister even. Never more than just a girl, never a girlfriend, she was just Hermione.
"I think I should go back to my room, it's getting late," Harry whispered, breaking the silence.
"Yea," Hermione agreed, standing up and walking over to the door, Harry at her side.
"You know Hermione," Harry said, turning the doorknob, "you're more than just a friend. You're, something good."
With that, he left, shutting the door in her awestruck face. Hermione shook her head. So many questions were swarming through her mind and not one answer was within them. She walked back to her bed, took out her journal and quill, and set them down in front of her.
"Can my life get anymore confusing?" she asked the book. The quill wrote he statement down but also left the word "Yes" under it. Hermione shrugged. "Fine, it can. I knew that. But honestly, do you think Harry can read my mind? And if he can, can he read everyone's mind, or am I 'something good?' What did he mean by that anyway? Do you think he likes me? No, he can't. I'm just Hermione, nothing more. But am I really that good?"
Hermione sighed and started chatting away, pouring out all of her thoughts and worries to the journal. By the time she fell asleep, the book was almost entirely full.
*K, that's chapter 2. I hope it was a lot better than chapter one. Plz read and review, I would appreciate it so much. Thanks a ton and I'll try to update soon. ~MtL