A/N: Thanks to Ice Princess for making me want to write more of this. I was going to scrape it, but then she said "OHHHHHHHHH, that's cute! Are you writing more or not? Can't wait if you are, I really think you need to make a sequel! Just dying to find out what's going to happen if Hermione visits Neville.... ::grins:: *~Ice Princess~*" So anyone who's reading this now, say "Thank you Ice Princess!" Disclaimer: Nothing's mine but the plot. Love, Dragonessa Smith
"You're kidding!" Ron said.
He was sitting in the common room playing chess with Hermione after dinner, while Harry was doing his homework. Hermione had finished hers, and Ron only had Potions left, which he stubbornly refused to do until the last possible moment.
They had started a conversation about what they were going to do over Easter Vacation. They both seemed shocked that Hermione had agreed to visit with Neville. (At the moment, Neville was in the hospital wing again.)
"Why are you so surprised?" Hermione asked.
"Well, uh, er, um..." Harry stuttered and turned red, as Ron went into a fake-coughing fit, which was obviously to hid his laughter.
"What is that supposed to mean?" She cried indignantly.
"What it means, is that Neville has had the biggest crush on you since first year." Parvati appeared behind her, flanked by Lavender, as usual.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Hermione asked again.
"Please, Hermione, as if you didn't know." Lavender said grinning. "He's been crushing on you since you helped him find his frog-"
"Toad." Hermione corrected.
"Whatever. What I'm trying to say is, Neville likes you and everyone knows it." Parvati replied. "I wouldn't be surprised if he tried to tell you over the break."
"Leave her alone, girls." Harry said, watching Hermione grow steadily redder and redder.
Surprisingly, they left after that, with much giggling and what-not.
"You've just dug your own grave, you know that, right?" Hermione said. "Now they'll be spreading it around that you like me or whatever."
"Hermione, do you ever listen to gossip?" Ron asked. "They already do. And they say stuff about you and Victor, you and me, you and Draco even! Someone started a rumor once that you were dating Charlie! (A/N: Little plug for DW,HH ;C) Hermione, just by associating with us, you're never going to be left alone again."
"And when were you going to tell me this?" Hermione asked crossly, before knocking the chess set off the table and stomping up the stairs. Ron and Harry looked at each other.
"Girls." They said together.
"And when Gran starts to complain, what do you do?" Hermione couldn't believe that Neville was actually quizzing her on what to do at his house. How he could remember how to deal with his Gran, and not know how to make a simple Shrinking Solution bothered her to no end.
"Just smile and nod and look like I agree with her." Hermione sighed.
Neville smiled. "Gran is going to love you."
"Neville!" A scratchy voice shouted, making Hermione jump.
She looked at Neville. He had gone a nasty pale green.
"Gran." He hissed to her. "Smile."
Hermione forced herself to smile. She was sure it looked more like a grimace than a smile, but the old woman who was forcing her way towards them didn't seem to notice.
"So. You must be Harriet." She said, smiling at Hermione. Before Hermione could correct her, she went on talking.
"Well, I want to thank you for helping Neville out with his school work. Ehm," She asked in an undertone. "He has told you about his parent's...situation, right?"
Hermione nodded, unsure whether to say anything or not. Neville's Gran kept on talking as though she had never asked a question.
"Well, I'll admit, I doubt he'd be doing as well as he is if it weren't for you, though he's not doing as well as he could be. Used to have a mind like a steel trap. Before, ehm, it happened."
Neville was looking very uncomfortable. Perhaps Gran had noticed, because she swiftly changed the subject.
"So Harriet, are you hungry? I made a nice vegetable stew for lunch."
"My names Hermione, actually," she interjected. "I must not have said it clearly before."
Gran smiled, then went to hail a cab as Neville and Hermione collected their luggage.
"That was a test, you know." Neville said, picking up his suitcase. "She wanted to see how you'd react."
"So how do you think I did?"
"According to Gran's smile, I'd say you aced the test." Neville laughed. "I can't imagine you not passing a test."
"You're kidding!" Ron said.
He was sitting in the common room playing chess with Hermione after dinner, while Harry was doing his homework. Hermione had finished hers, and Ron only had Potions left, which he stubbornly refused to do until the last possible moment.
They had started a conversation about what they were going to do over Easter Vacation. They both seemed shocked that Hermione had agreed to visit with Neville. (At the moment, Neville was in the hospital wing again.)
"Why are you so surprised?" Hermione asked.
"Well, uh, er, um..." Harry stuttered and turned red, as Ron went into a fake-coughing fit, which was obviously to hid his laughter.
"What is that supposed to mean?" She cried indignantly.
"What it means, is that Neville has had the biggest crush on you since first year." Parvati appeared behind her, flanked by Lavender, as usual.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Hermione asked again.
"Please, Hermione, as if you didn't know." Lavender said grinning. "He's been crushing on you since you helped him find his frog-"
"Toad." Hermione corrected.
"Whatever. What I'm trying to say is, Neville likes you and everyone knows it." Parvati replied. "I wouldn't be surprised if he tried to tell you over the break."
"Leave her alone, girls." Harry said, watching Hermione grow steadily redder and redder.
Surprisingly, they left after that, with much giggling and what-not.
"You've just dug your own grave, you know that, right?" Hermione said. "Now they'll be spreading it around that you like me or whatever."
"Hermione, do you ever listen to gossip?" Ron asked. "They already do. And they say stuff about you and Victor, you and me, you and Draco even! Someone started a rumor once that you were dating Charlie! (A/N: Little plug for DW,HH ;C) Hermione, just by associating with us, you're never going to be left alone again."
"And when were you going to tell me this?" Hermione asked crossly, before knocking the chess set off the table and stomping up the stairs. Ron and Harry looked at each other.
"Girls." They said together.
"And when Gran starts to complain, what do you do?" Hermione couldn't believe that Neville was actually quizzing her on what to do at his house. How he could remember how to deal with his Gran, and not know how to make a simple Shrinking Solution bothered her to no end.
"Just smile and nod and look like I agree with her." Hermione sighed.
Neville smiled. "Gran is going to love you."
"Neville!" A scratchy voice shouted, making Hermione jump.
She looked at Neville. He had gone a nasty pale green.
"Gran." He hissed to her. "Smile."
Hermione forced herself to smile. She was sure it looked more like a grimace than a smile, but the old woman who was forcing her way towards them didn't seem to notice.
"So. You must be Harriet." She said, smiling at Hermione. Before Hermione could correct her, she went on talking.
"Well, I want to thank you for helping Neville out with his school work. Ehm," She asked in an undertone. "He has told you about his parent's...situation, right?"
Hermione nodded, unsure whether to say anything or not. Neville's Gran kept on talking as though she had never asked a question.
"Well, I'll admit, I doubt he'd be doing as well as he is if it weren't for you, though he's not doing as well as he could be. Used to have a mind like a steel trap. Before, ehm, it happened."
Neville was looking very uncomfortable. Perhaps Gran had noticed, because she swiftly changed the subject.
"So Harriet, are you hungry? I made a nice vegetable stew for lunch."
"My names Hermione, actually," she interjected. "I must not have said it clearly before."
Gran smiled, then went to hail a cab as Neville and Hermione collected their luggage.
"That was a test, you know." Neville said, picking up his suitcase. "She wanted to see how you'd react."
"So how do you think I did?"
"According to Gran's smile, I'd say you aced the test." Neville laughed. "I can't imagine you not passing a test."