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A/N: Thanks to my beta reader, Stef. ur da bezt grlie! lylas! Also, this chapter is just a little bit longer! Read, enjoy, and review!
For The Love Of Magic
Chapter Two
Ron went babbling on and on about the details to the wedding. He absolutely would not stop! Harry and Hermione even tried to change the subject a few times. It was eventually classified as "Mission: Impossible."
"Come on, Ron! We've heard enough about the wedding and zilch about anything else! How about we talk about Quidditch for a while? I'm sure even Hermione here would love to hear talk of anything other than Charley for a bit." Harry lost all hopes of a different subject when Ron kept on going, louder than before and more determined to spill every little thing he had heard. Hermione had had enough of this.
While Ron was looking out the window, still talking, she pulled Harry down to her so she could whisper in his ear. "Harry, keep him distracted for awhile while I leave the compartment. In a little while I'll come back and put a charm on him so he'll fall asleep. You with me?" Harry nodded his assention. "Good."
Hermione got up and said over Ron, "Excuse me, Ron, but I've got to visit the little girl's room. I'll be back!"
Ron didn't even notice her disappearance, much less the wink between her and Harry. He just kept right on going, tiring poor Harry with details he'd heard only minutes before.
All Hermione cared about was getting out of there. She was glad when she left there, signaling to Harry to keep the compartment door open for an easier attack. She walked a few yards down to the end of the car, still hearing Ron's voice drifting through the air. "I can't take this!" she thought as she left that car and went to the one behind it. There was a troop of girls standing outside the door to one of the private compartments, giggling and gossipping about something or another. Though slightly curious, Hermione never was into giggling up a storm like this group. Snatches of the conversation drifted over to her "wandering" ears.
"Did you see him? He's got to be the hottest guy around!" one girl mused.
"Oh, yes, I wouldn't doubt it for a minute! This one surely has someone on his mind," another replied.
"I wonder who it could be? Oh, look at me, I'm jealous of her already! I wish I were in her shoes!"
The conversation continued in such manner for quite some time. All the while, Hermione was just standing aside, just inside the door of an empty compartment, so as not to be seen eavesdropping. Presently, the door opened, and someone stepped out.
The girls weren't far off. This guy simply couldn't have been a Hogwarts student! He looked much to good! His hair was the color of lightning and gelled back, slick as anything. His eyes were gray as the clouds of rain in mid-April, and yet icy blue as the cold, choppy sea. They danced around the sea of raging hormones like a bee floats around the flowers in spring, bouncing here and there in search of the perfect choice. His mouth was curved in a half-smile that looked strangely familiar to Hermione. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she knew she had seen him somewhere before.
"Must be from Diagon Alley," she thought. No matter how she tried to reason it, she just couldn't take her eyes off of him. His chest was wide and strong, built to perfection. "Perfect for holding me," she thought unknowingly. Realizing what she just thought, she mentally gave herself a slap on the face.
"Hermione, what ARE you thinking? You don't even know him, much less who he is, and you're already thinking about holding him like..." Her mind trailed off as she blushed furiously and finished her thought, "that?"
"Come, now, ladies," the stranger said. "Let's not keep the hall congested with our little crowd here." He seemed jovial enough, though there was something about him that Hermione couldn't exactly put her finger on.
"Who is he? Why is he so popular? And why is he such a hottie?!"
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted when he started strutting over this way. "Strutting" being the key word, he wasted no time in puffing out his chest and setting his chin at such a jaunty angle, you could almost see up his nose. Hermione almost snickered but decided not to be rude to this newcomer. "He may come in handy one day," she thought, then shook the thought out of her head. "What's happened to me? I've completely changed! My sarcasm seems to have taken a flying leap, along with the 'urges' I should have been over so long ago! What's going on?!"
A shadow came over her place in the doorway as she thought this last bit. Her eyes came back into focus as she looked up to see that perfectly built chest right in front of her. My, but he was tall too! Either that or she wasn't wearing her typical sneakers with the one-inch heel. Hermione believed it was both.
"Well, well, what have we got here?"
Hermione flinched at the words. It sounded like he was going to charge at her and beat her to a pulp. Those words were so cliche to that scenario. She never flinched after their eyes met, but she almost melted at how beautiful they were. Captivating, almost magnetic in the way they kept her eyes locked on his. She could almost see a blazing fire behind them, a passion for her... or was that her longing for him?
"You never answered my question, babe."
The pet name made her smile. "If he calls me babe, he thinks I'm at his mercy. Well now, guess who's going to turn the tables..." she thought. With a wink and a smile she answered, "Well, tiger, I'm not exactly sure how to answer that. What do you think you got here?"
"I think I got a motor waiting to be revved. You think you can handle a test drive?" He raised an eyebrow and smirked. All the girls who saw it practically melted. Some fell to their knees. Others passed out completely. Hermione wasn't too far behind.
"You got a license?" was all Hermione could say. Raising her eyebrow and cocking her smile to the side in just the flirty angle was all she needed to do. The crowd did the inevitable "oooh!" at this bold statement and watched what Prince Charming would do next.
"I don't need one."
Hermione instantly decided she liked this guy, whoever he may be, and seriously hoped she had more than a few classes with him. The defiance in his posture, his voice, his very eyes, was breathtaking. Hermione could tell he was the kind of guy you would want to spend some "quality time" with. In a closet. In the middle of the night.
"You're blushing? Can't think of anything to say now, huh? I'll see more of you," he cut off to wink at her, "later. See you at the school, hun."
He turned and walked away, leaving Hermione in the midst of many jealous girls. When he was out of earshot, the entire crowd turned to Hermione and immediately began the interviews. "Oh, my god, do you KNOW him?" "Did you see how he was flirting with you?!" "Wow, you really DO have it all, girl! Brains, looks, and guys! You couldn't be better off if you tried, Hermione!" "Do you like him?" "Does he like you?" "Can we trade lives?! PLEASE?!?!"
She answered all the questions as best she could while still staring at the spot where he was before the stranger disappeared.
Who was he?
What did he want?
Why did her body respond to him the way it did?
A/N: See? I promised it would be longer! Better, too, right? The twist is coming up soon, and you may be right or you may be wrong about it! Stay tuned to find it out! Special thanks to my beta-reader Stef! If anyone wants to be my beta-reader there's always a position open! E-mail me so I can keep in contact with you.
A/N: Thanks to my beta reader, Stef. ur da bezt grlie! lylas! Also, this chapter is just a little bit longer! Read, enjoy, and review!
For The Love Of Magic
Chapter Two
Ron went babbling on and on about the details to the wedding. He absolutely would not stop! Harry and Hermione even tried to change the subject a few times. It was eventually classified as "Mission: Impossible."
"Come on, Ron! We've heard enough about the wedding and zilch about anything else! How about we talk about Quidditch for a while? I'm sure even Hermione here would love to hear talk of anything other than Charley for a bit." Harry lost all hopes of a different subject when Ron kept on going, louder than before and more determined to spill every little thing he had heard. Hermione had had enough of this.
While Ron was looking out the window, still talking, she pulled Harry down to her so she could whisper in his ear. "Harry, keep him distracted for awhile while I leave the compartment. In a little while I'll come back and put a charm on him so he'll fall asleep. You with me?" Harry nodded his assention. "Good."
Hermione got up and said over Ron, "Excuse me, Ron, but I've got to visit the little girl's room. I'll be back!"
Ron didn't even notice her disappearance, much less the wink between her and Harry. He just kept right on going, tiring poor Harry with details he'd heard only minutes before.
All Hermione cared about was getting out of there. She was glad when she left there, signaling to Harry to keep the compartment door open for an easier attack. She walked a few yards down to the end of the car, still hearing Ron's voice drifting through the air. "I can't take this!" she thought as she left that car and went to the one behind it. There was a troop of girls standing outside the door to one of the private compartments, giggling and gossipping about something or another. Though slightly curious, Hermione never was into giggling up a storm like this group. Snatches of the conversation drifted over to her "wandering" ears.
"Did you see him? He's got to be the hottest guy around!" one girl mused.
"Oh, yes, I wouldn't doubt it for a minute! This one surely has someone on his mind," another replied.
"I wonder who it could be? Oh, look at me, I'm jealous of her already! I wish I were in her shoes!"
The conversation continued in such manner for quite some time. All the while, Hermione was just standing aside, just inside the door of an empty compartment, so as not to be seen eavesdropping. Presently, the door opened, and someone stepped out.
The girls weren't far off. This guy simply couldn't have been a Hogwarts student! He looked much to good! His hair was the color of lightning and gelled back, slick as anything. His eyes were gray as the clouds of rain in mid-April, and yet icy blue as the cold, choppy sea. They danced around the sea of raging hormones like a bee floats around the flowers in spring, bouncing here and there in search of the perfect choice. His mouth was curved in a half-smile that looked strangely familiar to Hermione. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she knew she had seen him somewhere before.
"Must be from Diagon Alley," she thought. No matter how she tried to reason it, she just couldn't take her eyes off of him. His chest was wide and strong, built to perfection. "Perfect for holding me," she thought unknowingly. Realizing what she just thought, she mentally gave herself a slap on the face.
"Hermione, what ARE you thinking? You don't even know him, much less who he is, and you're already thinking about holding him like..." Her mind trailed off as she blushed furiously and finished her thought, "that?"
"Come, now, ladies," the stranger said. "Let's not keep the hall congested with our little crowd here." He seemed jovial enough, though there was something about him that Hermione couldn't exactly put her finger on.
"Who is he? Why is he so popular? And why is he such a hottie?!"
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted when he started strutting over this way. "Strutting" being the key word, he wasted no time in puffing out his chest and setting his chin at such a jaunty angle, you could almost see up his nose. Hermione almost snickered but decided not to be rude to this newcomer. "He may come in handy one day," she thought, then shook the thought out of her head. "What's happened to me? I've completely changed! My sarcasm seems to have taken a flying leap, along with the 'urges' I should have been over so long ago! What's going on?!"
A shadow came over her place in the doorway as she thought this last bit. Her eyes came back into focus as she looked up to see that perfectly built chest right in front of her. My, but he was tall too! Either that or she wasn't wearing her typical sneakers with the one-inch heel. Hermione believed it was both.
"Well, well, what have we got here?"
Hermione flinched at the words. It sounded like he was going to charge at her and beat her to a pulp. Those words were so cliche to that scenario. She never flinched after their eyes met, but she almost melted at how beautiful they were. Captivating, almost magnetic in the way they kept her eyes locked on his. She could almost see a blazing fire behind them, a passion for her... or was that her longing for him?
"You never answered my question, babe."
The pet name made her smile. "If he calls me babe, he thinks I'm at his mercy. Well now, guess who's going to turn the tables..." she thought. With a wink and a smile she answered, "Well, tiger, I'm not exactly sure how to answer that. What do you think you got here?"
"I think I got a motor waiting to be revved. You think you can handle a test drive?" He raised an eyebrow and smirked. All the girls who saw it practically melted. Some fell to their knees. Others passed out completely. Hermione wasn't too far behind.
"You got a license?" was all Hermione could say. Raising her eyebrow and cocking her smile to the side in just the flirty angle was all she needed to do. The crowd did the inevitable "oooh!" at this bold statement and watched what Prince Charming would do next.
"I don't need one."
Hermione instantly decided she liked this guy, whoever he may be, and seriously hoped she had more than a few classes with him. The defiance in his posture, his voice, his very eyes, was breathtaking. Hermione could tell he was the kind of guy you would want to spend some "quality time" with. In a closet. In the middle of the night.
"You're blushing? Can't think of anything to say now, huh? I'll see more of you," he cut off to wink at her, "later. See you at the school, hun."
He turned and walked away, leaving Hermione in the midst of many jealous girls. When he was out of earshot, the entire crowd turned to Hermione and immediately began the interviews. "Oh, my god, do you KNOW him?" "Did you see how he was flirting with you?!" "Wow, you really DO have it all, girl! Brains, looks, and guys! You couldn't be better off if you tried, Hermione!" "Do you like him?" "Does he like you?" "Can we trade lives?! PLEASE?!?!"
She answered all the questions as best she could while still staring at the spot where he was before the stranger disappeared.
Who was he?
What did he want?
Why did her body respond to him the way it did?
A/N: See? I promised it would be longer! Better, too, right? The twist is coming up soon, and you may be right or you may be wrong about it! Stay tuned to find it out! Special thanks to my beta-reader Stef! If anyone wants to be my beta-reader there's always a position open! E-mail me so I can keep in contact with you.