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A/N: Thank you all for your wonderful, wonderful reviews! All are greatly appreciated!
For The Love Of Magic
Chapter Five
"Harry," Hermoine whispered. She gently shook his shoulders. "Harry, we should start getting dressed. We'll be at Hogwarts in a few minutes."
Harry grunted and rolled over. He was now looking up at her face, his head in her lap. While he was sleeping, she had managed to straighten herself up. Now she was dressed, still in her muggle clothes, and was stroking Harry's hair.
He sat up and kissed her lips softly. "Mione, you're so beautiful."
"I love you, Harry."
He kissed her again quickly, and got up to dress himself. As he pulled his pants up, Hermione unlocked the door. She chanced a peek out one of the windows, and was surprised to see that handsome stranger standing just outside, talking to someone else. He was wearing his Hogwarts robe already, and Hermione was absolutely delighted to see it was a student's robe. She noticed how it stretched over his strongly built chest, just large enough to clasp shut. His smile sparkled and his grey eyes twinkled as he talked.
His friend walked away and his beautiful, stormy eyes looked her way and she gasped, letting go of the curtains quickly. Looking back to see if Harry was dressed yet, she hoped to God that Blondie out there wouldn't come in here.
"What's wrong, Herm?" Harry asked.
"Nothing. Nothing at all," she said coolly.
"Funny how nothing looks like something from my point of view."
"Are you sure they gave you the right prescription with those contacts, Harry? You seem to be seeing things." Hermione still looked calm and cool, but was trembling on the inside. She wanted to go out there and flirt with Grey-eyes again!
They laughed, and Harry made to leave the room. Hermione, a bit apprehensive, followed. "Please don't let him notice me," she pleaded. Her pleas were in vain, of course.
"Now looky here," he said, pulling her into a one-armed hug and smirking. Again, Hermione could have sworn she had seen someone smirk like that somewhere before. "We have Mrs. Smartass here with us. Have you thought up a good comeback to that last comment, foxy?"
"Why bring up the past?" she remarked sarcastically. Her smirk rivaled that of the stranger's.
"Because without the past, there can be no future. Don't you agree?"
"That was rather, erm, philosophical, of you, but I do believe you should stick to your day job."
"Was that supposed to be a comeback?"
"If you wish to call it that."
"And what if I don't?"
"Could you try to be a little more original here? 'And what if I don't' sounds just a tad childish, if not trite, I believe." She turned to the surrounding people. "Anyone else agree?"
Every one of his adherents agreed with her.
"Now," she continued, "if you would kindly let go of me, I believe you should be on your way. Is that clear?"
Practically foaming at the mouth, Paleface stuttered, lost his cool for once, and walked away, the edges of his ears pink.
"That should teach him to mess with Hermione Granger," she smirked once he was out of earshot. She felt someone tap her shoulders and turned to see an irate Harry staring angrily at her. This couldn't be good...
"Hermione, who was that?" His face was a livid shade of red, almost resembling Ron's hair.
Hermione saw his hands ball up into fists and shake somewhat. "Uh oh, now I'm scared," she thought. "Harry, be reasonable. You can't assume that just because I'm your girlfriend that no one else is going to notice me. I have, you know, changed for the better."
"Too MUCH for the better, I think."
Hermione rolled her eyes and just ignored him. "Honestly, Harry. You can be so overprotective sometimes. I don't even know who that is. We just met a few minutes before you found me."
"Was THAT why I saw you staring into space?"
"Stop assuming, Harry! I swear, you are so... so..."
"Concerned about you?"
"Overly concerned, Harry. I can't do anything without you analyzing my every move! It's almost impossible to just walk around with you. It's almost as if you think I'm just going to run off at any second with any Prince Charming that should happen to walk my way!"
"Well look who's irritable today."
"And you're one to talk?"
"Actually, yes, I am! Hermione, I've been very patient with you, while you've been flirting with everyone from Lockhart to Longbottom! I stood off because I know that those guys meant nothing to you!"
"So what you're saying is that just because I've met a cute stranger he means more to me than you do? Harry, get real! I know it's hard for you to realize the true meaning of believing in my devotion to you, but, please! This is a ridiculous extreme! And you KNOW it!"
"An EXTREME? Hermione, you--"
"I've had ENOUGH!!! PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!!!"
Harry froze in place, stiff as a board. As he began falling forward, his eyes started darting around, and you could hear a muffled noise trying to escape his locked-up lips.
"MOBILICORPUS!"
Though Hermione was mad, she wasn't uncaring. She used this spell to keep Harry from falling too hard on his face. She set him on his back and walked over to him. Leaning in very close to his face she whispered, "I'm sorry, Harry, but we're taking a break from each other. I think we need it."
She softly kissed his lips and departed. A tear slid down her cheek, unnoticed.
A/N: R/R!!! Very important step in the writing cycle! Anyways... For all you who are craving the graphic stuff, be patient! It will come with time, but it has to fit into the story! Otherwise, you have a crazy story with no plot that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever! And then I have a busy schedule, so bear with me! Postings will most indefinitely get farther apart as December draws near (if I'm even still writing this then!), but will return to normal after that, hopefully. Many thanks, once again, to my beta-reader, Stef!!!
A/N: Thank you all for your wonderful, wonderful reviews! All are greatly appreciated!
For The Love Of Magic
Chapter Five
"Harry," Hermoine whispered. She gently shook his shoulders. "Harry, we should start getting dressed. We'll be at Hogwarts in a few minutes."
Harry grunted and rolled over. He was now looking up at her face, his head in her lap. While he was sleeping, she had managed to straighten herself up. Now she was dressed, still in her muggle clothes, and was stroking Harry's hair.
He sat up and kissed her lips softly. "Mione, you're so beautiful."
"I love you, Harry."
He kissed her again quickly, and got up to dress himself. As he pulled his pants up, Hermione unlocked the door. She chanced a peek out one of the windows, and was surprised to see that handsome stranger standing just outside, talking to someone else. He was wearing his Hogwarts robe already, and Hermione was absolutely delighted to see it was a student's robe. She noticed how it stretched over his strongly built chest, just large enough to clasp shut. His smile sparkled and his grey eyes twinkled as he talked.
His friend walked away and his beautiful, stormy eyes looked her way and she gasped, letting go of the curtains quickly. Looking back to see if Harry was dressed yet, she hoped to God that Blondie out there wouldn't come in here.
"What's wrong, Herm?" Harry asked.
"Nothing. Nothing at all," she said coolly.
"Funny how nothing looks like something from my point of view."
"Are you sure they gave you the right prescription with those contacts, Harry? You seem to be seeing things." Hermione still looked calm and cool, but was trembling on the inside. She wanted to go out there and flirt with Grey-eyes again!
They laughed, and Harry made to leave the room. Hermione, a bit apprehensive, followed. "Please don't let him notice me," she pleaded. Her pleas were in vain, of course.
"Now looky here," he said, pulling her into a one-armed hug and smirking. Again, Hermione could have sworn she had seen someone smirk like that somewhere before. "We have Mrs. Smartass here with us. Have you thought up a good comeback to that last comment, foxy?"
"Why bring up the past?" she remarked sarcastically. Her smirk rivaled that of the stranger's.
"Because without the past, there can be no future. Don't you agree?"
"That was rather, erm, philosophical, of you, but I do believe you should stick to your day job."
"Was that supposed to be a comeback?"
"If you wish to call it that."
"And what if I don't?"
"Could you try to be a little more original here? 'And what if I don't' sounds just a tad childish, if not trite, I believe." She turned to the surrounding people. "Anyone else agree?"
Every one of his adherents agreed with her.
"Now," she continued, "if you would kindly let go of me, I believe you should be on your way. Is that clear?"
Practically foaming at the mouth, Paleface stuttered, lost his cool for once, and walked away, the edges of his ears pink.
"That should teach him to mess with Hermione Granger," she smirked once he was out of earshot. She felt someone tap her shoulders and turned to see an irate Harry staring angrily at her. This couldn't be good...
"Hermione, who was that?" His face was a livid shade of red, almost resembling Ron's hair.
Hermione saw his hands ball up into fists and shake somewhat. "Uh oh, now I'm scared," she thought. "Harry, be reasonable. You can't assume that just because I'm your girlfriend that no one else is going to notice me. I have, you know, changed for the better."
"Too MUCH for the better, I think."
Hermione rolled her eyes and just ignored him. "Honestly, Harry. You can be so overprotective sometimes. I don't even know who that is. We just met a few minutes before you found me."
"Was THAT why I saw you staring into space?"
"Stop assuming, Harry! I swear, you are so... so..."
"Concerned about you?"
"Overly concerned, Harry. I can't do anything without you analyzing my every move! It's almost impossible to just walk around with you. It's almost as if you think I'm just going to run off at any second with any Prince Charming that should happen to walk my way!"
"Well look who's irritable today."
"And you're one to talk?"
"Actually, yes, I am! Hermione, I've been very patient with you, while you've been flirting with everyone from Lockhart to Longbottom! I stood off because I know that those guys meant nothing to you!"
"So what you're saying is that just because I've met a cute stranger he means more to me than you do? Harry, get real! I know it's hard for you to realize the true meaning of believing in my devotion to you, but, please! This is a ridiculous extreme! And you KNOW it!"
"An EXTREME? Hermione, you--"
"I've had ENOUGH!!! PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!!!"
Harry froze in place, stiff as a board. As he began falling forward, his eyes started darting around, and you could hear a muffled noise trying to escape his locked-up lips.
"MOBILICORPUS!"
Though Hermione was mad, she wasn't uncaring. She used this spell to keep Harry from falling too hard on his face. She set him on his back and walked over to him. Leaning in very close to his face she whispered, "I'm sorry, Harry, but we're taking a break from each other. I think we need it."
She softly kissed his lips and departed. A tear slid down her cheek, unnoticed.
A/N: R/R!!! Very important step in the writing cycle! Anyways... For all you who are craving the graphic stuff, be patient! It will come with time, but it has to fit into the story! Otherwise, you have a crazy story with no plot that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever! And then I have a busy schedule, so bear with me! Postings will most indefinitely get farther apart as December draws near (if I'm even still writing this then!), but will return to normal after that, hopefully. Many thanks, once again, to my beta-reader, Stef!!!