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A/N: Thanks again to my beta-reader, Stef. If anyone would like to be a beta-reader, e-mail me. One can never have too many! Now, on to the libretto...
For The Love Of Magic
Chapter Three
Before she knew it, the assemblage of smiling, giggling girls had ebbed away, each smaller piece of it to their own compartments. Hermione, however, was still standing in awe of the man that once stood before her. Staring off into space she wondered, "Was he really a student? Was he the new DADA teacher? Hell, was he in GRYFFINDOR?!?!"
"HERMIONE!"
Hermione snapped out of her "trance" with a start. Harry suddenly came into focus, snapping his fingers right in front of her eyes.
"Earth to Hermione, come in Hermione..."
An indignant death stare preceded Hermione's next remark. "What ARE you talking about, Harry? I've been here the whole time!"
"Not mentally."
Flustered, Hermione couldn't come up with a comeback to this. "Ugh, sometimes I just can't stand you, Harry! You're so... so..."
"Handsome?"
"Yes, I guess that would fit in the sentence, but it wasn't exactly what I was looking for."
"Gentlemanly?"
"Of course."
"Genius?"
"I have no comment at this time."
"Hey!"
"What? I didn't say anything!"
"But I've always been nice to you!" Harry pouted and used the classic "puppy eyes" routine.
Hermione softened and laughed a bit. "Alright, alright, Harry. Let's go back to the compartment. How did you escape to begin with?"
"You should wipe that drool off of your mouth before I tell you anything."
Hermione, blushing, used the corner of her sleeve to clean off. "Sorry."
Harry gave her a peircing look. He opened his mouth to ask her about it, but thought better of it. "Anyway, I carried out your plan myself. When his back was turned I put the sleeping charm on him. Why did you stay out here? I believe it was unfair of you to just walk off and leave me alone there, Ron going on and on about anything and everything that has to do with the wedding. I swear, if you were there, you wouldn't wonder why I left to go find you."
"I was held up," she answered curtly. She was NOT about to reveal to Harry that she had been drooling over someone that looked like he could have been a teacher. A very attractive teacher at that...
"Held up? Hermione, I saw a whole gaggle of girls surrounding you, giggling at you, asking you questions about some new guy? I mean, what was that all about?"
"Harry, you're being jealous. Just because I'm suddenly Mrs. Popular doesn't mean a thing!" she said with a wink.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Hermione, the day you become the most popular girl in school is the day I lose my scar."
"Well thank you, Harry, for being SO KIND about it!" she retorted, obviously insulted. "And don't joke about things like that. No one's even sure how serious that scar could get to be."
"Mione, I really am sorry. You know I would never, ever want to hurt you. Now please," he took her hand in his, "you know I didn't mean it."
"I know you don't, baby. I'm glad you apologized; that really did hurt. How about we go and see how Ron is doing?" Expertly changing the subject, Harry and Hermione walked hand in hand back towards their compartment.
Just before they stepped in the door, Harry turned to her and kissed her.
"I love you, baby."
Hermione smiled and replied, "I love you, too."
A/N: Yes! It IS what you think it is! Harry + Hermione = LOVE! But what about that hottie, huh? Will he come in and throw the equation off balance? o_O Stay Tuned!
A/N: Thanks again to my beta-reader, Stef. If anyone would like to be a beta-reader, e-mail me. One can never have too many! Now, on to the libretto...
For The Love Of Magic
Chapter Three
Before she knew it, the assemblage of smiling, giggling girls had ebbed away, each smaller piece of it to their own compartments. Hermione, however, was still standing in awe of the man that once stood before her. Staring off into space she wondered, "Was he really a student? Was he the new DADA teacher? Hell, was he in GRYFFINDOR?!?!"
"HERMIONE!"
Hermione snapped out of her "trance" with a start. Harry suddenly came into focus, snapping his fingers right in front of her eyes.
"Earth to Hermione, come in Hermione..."
An indignant death stare preceded Hermione's next remark. "What ARE you talking about, Harry? I've been here the whole time!"
"Not mentally."
Flustered, Hermione couldn't come up with a comeback to this. "Ugh, sometimes I just can't stand you, Harry! You're so... so..."
"Handsome?"
"Yes, I guess that would fit in the sentence, but it wasn't exactly what I was looking for."
"Gentlemanly?"
"Of course."
"Genius?"
"I have no comment at this time."
"Hey!"
"What? I didn't say anything!"
"But I've always been nice to you!" Harry pouted and used the classic "puppy eyes" routine.
Hermione softened and laughed a bit. "Alright, alright, Harry. Let's go back to the compartment. How did you escape to begin with?"
"You should wipe that drool off of your mouth before I tell you anything."
Hermione, blushing, used the corner of her sleeve to clean off. "Sorry."
Harry gave her a peircing look. He opened his mouth to ask her about it, but thought better of it. "Anyway, I carried out your plan myself. When his back was turned I put the sleeping charm on him. Why did you stay out here? I believe it was unfair of you to just walk off and leave me alone there, Ron going on and on about anything and everything that has to do with the wedding. I swear, if you were there, you wouldn't wonder why I left to go find you."
"I was held up," she answered curtly. She was NOT about to reveal to Harry that she had been drooling over someone that looked like he could have been a teacher. A very attractive teacher at that...
"Held up? Hermione, I saw a whole gaggle of girls surrounding you, giggling at you, asking you questions about some new guy? I mean, what was that all about?"
"Harry, you're being jealous. Just because I'm suddenly Mrs. Popular doesn't mean a thing!" she said with a wink.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Hermione, the day you become the most popular girl in school is the day I lose my scar."
"Well thank you, Harry, for being SO KIND about it!" she retorted, obviously insulted. "And don't joke about things like that. No one's even sure how serious that scar could get to be."
"Mione, I really am sorry. You know I would never, ever want to hurt you. Now please," he took her hand in his, "you know I didn't mean it."
"I know you don't, baby. I'm glad you apologized; that really did hurt. How about we go and see how Ron is doing?" Expertly changing the subject, Harry and Hermione walked hand in hand back towards their compartment.
Just before they stepped in the door, Harry turned to her and kissed her.
"I love you, baby."
Hermione smiled and replied, "I love you, too."
A/N: Yes! It IS what you think it is! Harry + Hermione = LOVE! But what about that hottie, huh? Will he come in and throw the equation off balance? o_O Stay Tuned!