" A Matter Of Perspective "
PAIRING : Hr/R
RATING : PG - For mild language
GENRE : General/Romance
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in the Harry Potter universe. It's JK Rowling's playground. I'm just playing on the toys. Also, the movie universe is all Chris Columbus' , Warner Brother's, JK Rowling's, etc. etc. Again, just borrowing. I'll return them in a jif ; unharmed and clean.
SUMMARY : This is a POV ( point of view ) story for Ron & Hermione that takes place in the movie " Chamber Of Secrets, " at the grand feast last scene. The hug/no hug hand shake between Ron & Hermione. Just an interpretation of what they could have been thinking......PLEASE REVIEW ! If you haven't seen it yet and don't want to be spoiled - then go see it and then read this !
Chapter 1 : RON
I look at my sister sitting here at the table with Harry and I and the rest of the Gryffindors, and I can't help but nearly split my face in two with a huge grin. She's alive. Alive because of my best friends, Hermione and Harry. If it hadn't been for Hermione's wits ( even in her petrified state ) and Harry's bravery, Ginny would surely be dead. I guess I helped as well, but I really didn't do anything aside of keeping watch over that great prat Lockhart. Although, I did go into the caves with Harry, and I did move the rocks for him and Ginny to get back through. So I guess I did something. I just don't think it was all that heroic. I'm not complaining, though. Ginny is alive, and good smashed the bloody hell out of evil this time.
I'm looking around the table now and thinking only one thing : Hermione should be here. It's just not the same without her. When Harry and Professor McGonagall found me that day and she brought us to the hospital wing, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Hermione was petrified. It just didn't make any sense !
Actually, it made perfect sense considering what had been going on. Muggle borns were being attacked. Hermione, of course, is a muggle born. She could have been killed ! Although, on second thought, I highly doubt that. She always was one step ahead of the rest of us. Thank Merlin she was carrying around a mirror ! But even so, it was hard to see her that way. So still. Alive, but virtually a statue. It felt like hours when Harry and I first saw her. Both of us just stood there, staring at her. I'm sure it was only a few moments, but it didn't feel that way.
Being friends with Harry Potter and Hermione Granger means that you see things out of the ordinary. Even in the wizarding world. With what we all went through together during first year, none of this should have fazed us. But even so, nothing prepared me for seeing one of my best friends the way I saw Hermione. I'd never say this out loud ( even if 20 of the world's most dangerous wizards were all pointing their wands at me angrily ) , but seeing her that way hurt.
It hurt worse than seeing her after Malfoy called her a mudblood. And that bothered me too. To no end. What gave that bloody git the right to say that to her ? My first instinct after he said it was to jump on him and pound him to a bloody mass. I knew Harry would have joined in. Sure, he didn't know what ' mudblood ' meant at the time, but I knew he knew it was bad. The only reason I didn't tackle Malfoy was because we were outnumbered. So I tried to hex him. As Ginny said after Fred and George told her all about it, ( obviously out of ear shot of Mum ) it was a dumb ass thing to do considering that I had a broken wand. Let me tell you, I would let someone yank out everyone of my leg and arm hairs one by one rather than ever chuck up slugs again. It sounds crazy, but I'd do it again if it meant erasing the image of her crying from my mind. I really hate to see Hermione cry, and that scares me in a way I don't know how to describe.
I didn't tell anyone, not even Harry, but that night, when we found out about her, I snuck back up to the hospital wing. It was right after Harry and I had our little adventure with Aragog and his kids. What a family reunion that was ! Yet again reinforcing my intense dislike for spiders. Anyway, I digress. I snuck up to see Hermione using Harry's invisibility cloak. I figured he wouldn't mind my borrowing it. After all, it was for a good reason. I guess my mind just wouldn't wrap around the fact that she was not there. She was there physically, of course, but just frozen. I wondered about her mind. Could she see or hear anything ? I tried waving my fingers in front of her face and speaking to her, but of course, she didn't answer. She didn't move or flinch. I knew that she wouldn't, but I think somewhere in the back of my mind, I wished that she knew I was there. I wished she would jump up and yell at me for taking such a risk to come see her so late. Or to scold me for waving my hands in front of her face. Anything at all. But of course, nothing. I suppose I just wanted her to know that she wasn't alone.
I just wish she were here now. Everybody's laughing and happy, but she's not here to share it. I see some of the other kids who had been petrified and they are here. Why isn't she ? She got the rotten end of it, I just say. I look at Harry, and we just stare at each other for a moment and stop smiling. I think he may be thinking the same thing. Then we go back to joking about with our table mates.
I see Neville looking at the doorway and his smile is the biggest I've ever seen. He tells us Hermione is here. I just look at him like he's mental for a split second that feels like an eternity. Is this a cruel joke ? Then I think about it. Neville is not that devious. He's actually a stand up chap, if not horribly absent minded. I wonder briefly if someone put something in his pumpkin juice. Quickly, out of the corner of my eye, I glance at Fred and George to see if it was them that did something to poor Neville, but they're looking at the doorway too, smiling happily. Like Neville and all the others, I decide to look over there myself. Who cares if they laugh ? Who cares if I'm being mental ?
Bloody hell ! Hermione is here ! She's back to normal again. If I thought my grin was huge before, it's bigger now. I'm sure I look like a great big git. I don't care, my friend is alright. Both Harry and I scramble out of our seats, and she's tearing into the great hall nearly breaking the sound barrier to get to us.
Then she launches herself into Harry's arms. Harry ?! What am I, shoe leather ? Why didn't she rush into my arms ? I am the one who ate slugs for her. I am the one who worried over her like a mother hen. I am the one who lost sleep and my appetite ( which is saying a lot ) because her still form in that hospital bed was awful. Why did she run to him first ? What the bloody hell am I saying ? This is Hermione ! I sound like one of Ginny's romance books ( I know she reads them despite her fierce denial of the fact ) ! Hermione's my friend. Who cares if she hugs Harry ? I must be barking mad. I wonder if that means she'll hug me too.
Oh no, what if she does try to hug me ?! What do I do ? She's turning to me now. She's not hugging me. Bloody hell, she actually looks unsure. Nervous, in fact. Wicked. She didn't look that way with Harry. Why am I all of a sudden, nervous ?
I clear my throat as she stands there trying to decide what to do. So, I stick my hand out for her to shake, " Welcome back, Hermione. "
" It's good to be back, " she says as we release each other's hands. Then she jumps into conversation and we all sit down. Things are going back to normal. Everything is as it should be. Well, sort of. Hagrid's not here yet.
Welcome back, Hermione ? That's all I could say ? I am an idiot. And I'm surprised at how disappointed I am at myself for not throwing my arms around her when she first turned to me. What am I saying ? I don't fancy her, she's my friend ! I really am glad to see her, that she's ok. That doesn't mean I fancy her or anything. I mean, if the positions were reversed, and it was Harry that had been petrified, I would have had the same reaction. Wouldn't I have ?
( Chapter 2 is Hermione's POV.....)
PAIRING : Hr/R
RATING : PG - For mild language
GENRE : General/Romance
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in the Harry Potter universe. It's JK Rowling's playground. I'm just playing on the toys. Also, the movie universe is all Chris Columbus' , Warner Brother's, JK Rowling's, etc. etc. Again, just borrowing. I'll return them in a jif ; unharmed and clean.
SUMMARY : This is a POV ( point of view ) story for Ron & Hermione that takes place in the movie " Chamber Of Secrets, " at the grand feast last scene. The hug/no hug hand shake between Ron & Hermione. Just an interpretation of what they could have been thinking......PLEASE REVIEW ! If you haven't seen it yet and don't want to be spoiled - then go see it and then read this !
Chapter 1 : RON
I look at my sister sitting here at the table with Harry and I and the rest of the Gryffindors, and I can't help but nearly split my face in two with a huge grin. She's alive. Alive because of my best friends, Hermione and Harry. If it hadn't been for Hermione's wits ( even in her petrified state ) and Harry's bravery, Ginny would surely be dead. I guess I helped as well, but I really didn't do anything aside of keeping watch over that great prat Lockhart. Although, I did go into the caves with Harry, and I did move the rocks for him and Ginny to get back through. So I guess I did something. I just don't think it was all that heroic. I'm not complaining, though. Ginny is alive, and good smashed the bloody hell out of evil this time.
I'm looking around the table now and thinking only one thing : Hermione should be here. It's just not the same without her. When Harry and Professor McGonagall found me that day and she brought us to the hospital wing, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Hermione was petrified. It just didn't make any sense !
Actually, it made perfect sense considering what had been going on. Muggle borns were being attacked. Hermione, of course, is a muggle born. She could have been killed ! Although, on second thought, I highly doubt that. She always was one step ahead of the rest of us. Thank Merlin she was carrying around a mirror ! But even so, it was hard to see her that way. So still. Alive, but virtually a statue. It felt like hours when Harry and I first saw her. Both of us just stood there, staring at her. I'm sure it was only a few moments, but it didn't feel that way.
Being friends with Harry Potter and Hermione Granger means that you see things out of the ordinary. Even in the wizarding world. With what we all went through together during first year, none of this should have fazed us. But even so, nothing prepared me for seeing one of my best friends the way I saw Hermione. I'd never say this out loud ( even if 20 of the world's most dangerous wizards were all pointing their wands at me angrily ) , but seeing her that way hurt.
It hurt worse than seeing her after Malfoy called her a mudblood. And that bothered me too. To no end. What gave that bloody git the right to say that to her ? My first instinct after he said it was to jump on him and pound him to a bloody mass. I knew Harry would have joined in. Sure, he didn't know what ' mudblood ' meant at the time, but I knew he knew it was bad. The only reason I didn't tackle Malfoy was because we were outnumbered. So I tried to hex him. As Ginny said after Fred and George told her all about it, ( obviously out of ear shot of Mum ) it was a dumb ass thing to do considering that I had a broken wand. Let me tell you, I would let someone yank out everyone of my leg and arm hairs one by one rather than ever chuck up slugs again. It sounds crazy, but I'd do it again if it meant erasing the image of her crying from my mind. I really hate to see Hermione cry, and that scares me in a way I don't know how to describe.
I didn't tell anyone, not even Harry, but that night, when we found out about her, I snuck back up to the hospital wing. It was right after Harry and I had our little adventure with Aragog and his kids. What a family reunion that was ! Yet again reinforcing my intense dislike for spiders. Anyway, I digress. I snuck up to see Hermione using Harry's invisibility cloak. I figured he wouldn't mind my borrowing it. After all, it was for a good reason. I guess my mind just wouldn't wrap around the fact that she was not there. She was there physically, of course, but just frozen. I wondered about her mind. Could she see or hear anything ? I tried waving my fingers in front of her face and speaking to her, but of course, she didn't answer. She didn't move or flinch. I knew that she wouldn't, but I think somewhere in the back of my mind, I wished that she knew I was there. I wished she would jump up and yell at me for taking such a risk to come see her so late. Or to scold me for waving my hands in front of her face. Anything at all. But of course, nothing. I suppose I just wanted her to know that she wasn't alone.
I just wish she were here now. Everybody's laughing and happy, but she's not here to share it. I see some of the other kids who had been petrified and they are here. Why isn't she ? She got the rotten end of it, I just say. I look at Harry, and we just stare at each other for a moment and stop smiling. I think he may be thinking the same thing. Then we go back to joking about with our table mates.
I see Neville looking at the doorway and his smile is the biggest I've ever seen. He tells us Hermione is here. I just look at him like he's mental for a split second that feels like an eternity. Is this a cruel joke ? Then I think about it. Neville is not that devious. He's actually a stand up chap, if not horribly absent minded. I wonder briefly if someone put something in his pumpkin juice. Quickly, out of the corner of my eye, I glance at Fred and George to see if it was them that did something to poor Neville, but they're looking at the doorway too, smiling happily. Like Neville and all the others, I decide to look over there myself. Who cares if they laugh ? Who cares if I'm being mental ?
Bloody hell ! Hermione is here ! She's back to normal again. If I thought my grin was huge before, it's bigger now. I'm sure I look like a great big git. I don't care, my friend is alright. Both Harry and I scramble out of our seats, and she's tearing into the great hall nearly breaking the sound barrier to get to us.
Then she launches herself into Harry's arms. Harry ?! What am I, shoe leather ? Why didn't she rush into my arms ? I am the one who ate slugs for her. I am the one who worried over her like a mother hen. I am the one who lost sleep and my appetite ( which is saying a lot ) because her still form in that hospital bed was awful. Why did she run to him first ? What the bloody hell am I saying ? This is Hermione ! I sound like one of Ginny's romance books ( I know she reads them despite her fierce denial of the fact ) ! Hermione's my friend. Who cares if she hugs Harry ? I must be barking mad. I wonder if that means she'll hug me too.
Oh no, what if she does try to hug me ?! What do I do ? She's turning to me now. She's not hugging me. Bloody hell, she actually looks unsure. Nervous, in fact. Wicked. She didn't look that way with Harry. Why am I all of a sudden, nervous ?
I clear my throat as she stands there trying to decide what to do. So, I stick my hand out for her to shake, " Welcome back, Hermione. "
" It's good to be back, " she says as we release each other's hands. Then she jumps into conversation and we all sit down. Things are going back to normal. Everything is as it should be. Well, sort of. Hagrid's not here yet.
Welcome back, Hermione ? That's all I could say ? I am an idiot. And I'm surprised at how disappointed I am at myself for not throwing my arms around her when she first turned to me. What am I saying ? I don't fancy her, she's my friend ! I really am glad to see her, that she's ok. That doesn't mean I fancy her or anything. I mean, if the positions were reversed, and it was Harry that had been petrified, I would have had the same reaction. Wouldn't I have ?
( Chapter 2 is Hermione's POV.....)