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A/N: };-) Happy Halloween, all of you! So, it's only the 28th, you can never be to early! Someone in my neighborhood even set up a gallows and hung a scarecrow from it... scared me half to death when I drove by it! Well, now that I've shared that, let's continue from where we left off.
For The Love Of Magic
Chapter Seven
Hermione couldn't stop thinking about Harry that day. She had the most depressing song stuck in her head, and the one part would repeat over and over again, incessantly:
I've been searching deep down
In my soul
Words that I'm hearing
Are starting to get old
Feels like I'm starting
All over again
The last three years
Were just pretend
(© 2001 Michelle Branch, Goodbye To You)
She felt that this was the perfect song for her now. This whole time she had been trying to clear her thoughts, but only seemed to be going in loops. The same words always came back to her. "I love you, Hermione." "I'm sorry, Harry."
She had hurt him. Hermione did exactly what she vowed never to do. "I'm sorry, Harry."
Her thoughts were interrupted as the carriage that took her to the school came to a stop. She was alone in it for a change. A strange change, if nothing else. She felt almost cold. Then she realized she was cold. "Damn this weather. You'd think it would warm up by now, but no... England has to be different and still be cold! Freezing cold!" she grumbled to herself.
"Cold?" Behind her, a rather smug voice reached her ears. "Perhaps you'd like to borrow my coat?"
"Why thank you ever so m--" Mione cut off when she saw who was offering his nicities. None other than Mr. HotShit himself.
"What are YOU doing here, ummm..." It was then that Hermione realized she did not know this stranger's name. "What IS your name, by the way?"
"My, but you do ask a great many questions!" he said in mock surprise. He leaned in and whispered, "You can call me anything you want, sexy."
Catching on, Hermione responded, "I'll just call you tonight then, HotShit."
"Watch your tongue, baby. I don't know where that thing's been." At this he tongued her ear so sensuously that she went on like a light. Simultaneously, her brain went into auto-shutoff as she barely realized that Mr. Tongue had walked away.
Standing there for a good few seconds, she cursed herself for not handling the situation better. Jostled by some passersby, she soon saw that Smooth-as-Silk had left his jacket on the ground by her feet. Deciding to take advantage of a situation presented to her, she picked it up and wore it. While putting it on she saw the Slytherin emblem on it. Walking towards the school, she thought, "This is going to be one HELL of a year!"
Smiling at this thought, she walked towards Hogwarts, wearing HottStranger's coat over her shoulders and keeping an eye out for Harry. "I have to avoid him, if only for a few days," she thought. "Just to get used to the idea." Then she remembered. She had left Harry in a full body-bind lying in the middle of the hall. Had someone helped him out? Recalling Ron's words that he could break that charm, she put herself at ease and forced herself to forget about anything and everything that had to do with Harry.
This, of course, was easier said than done. The three years that they were together, Harry and Hermione had made memories in almost every spot on the school grounds. Anywhere she turned she saw something or another that reminded her of their first kiss, his first Christmas gift, given and received, and even the times they snuck out in the middle of the night to snog for a bit without unwanted supervision.
Walking around with time to kill before the Sorting Ceremony, Hermione decided to be different and not go to the Sorting at all. What would she miss? Dinner? She could conjure that up anytime she wanted. Seeing the first years? She's a seventh year, she almost NEVER comes in contact with the first years. "Immature little runts, always getting into trouble, playing tricks on the caretaker, not that I mind that part, of course." Mione laughed inwardly as she walked in a different direction, not even wanting to enter the school. A sly smile played about her lips as she held the coat to her tighter. If it's really THIS cold inside the school, she's going to need some warming up.
Time flew by her, and pretty soon it was sunset. She stood behind the school just watching the sun set right in front of her. The sky was streaked with beautiful shades of hot pink, neon orange, golden yellow, and even some deep purple was starting to show. As Hermione took in the scene before her, she couldn't help but have the feeling she was being watched. A twig snapped somewhere to her left. Looking quickly, she saw none other than the Blonde Houdini standing not three feet away from her. She jumped when his eyes met hers.
"It's a beautiful view from here, isn't it? You can see almost everything," he said coolly.
"Yeah," she nodded, "it's really captivating what you can see from here."
"You captivate me." When Hermione just looked his way and smiled, he continued. "Since I first saw you, talked to you, I've only been thinking of you. You have captivated my very mind and soul in your sea of endless beauty." He walked right up to her and placed her hands over his shoulders. With his arms around her waist he said, "I can make your wildest dreams come true. Anything you've ever wanted, anything you could ever want, I can give it to you." He squeezed her tighter and added, "Day or night."
Hermione couldn't take it anymore. He had teased her enough, and she just couldn't hold back any longer. She put her lips on his and began kissing him with such a passion, she surprised even herself. What excited her was that he was kissing back. "Wow," she thought, "he's good!"
She felt him start caressing her, moving his hands slowly up and down her back, letting his touch stir her like no other touch ever had. She let him get more passionate with her, then realized where this was going.
"Wait," she said.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"No," but with a sly grin she added, "I just think we should find a more private place."
HornyMan's smirk stretched nearly from ear to ear as he apparated them to a different location.
Hermione realized they were in one of the Slytherin bedrooms.
"You think they'll find us here after the ceremony?" she asked, sounding amused and raising one eyebrow.
"Nah, this one's going to last for a little while. The load of first years is larger than usual."
She wondered how he knew this but honestly didn't fret about it at this point in time.
"Well that's good news then," she commented. Moving in front of him again and placing her arms around his neck, she looked deep into those thunderstorm eyes and watched as they lit up like lightning as she began undoing the top button of his shirt.
A/N: Questions? Comments? Concerns? Anything but flames? Then review!!! Come on now, give me your opinions! Flames will be used to cook my dinner, mind you, so if you don't like something about it, please just leave! It's great to know so many of you like this story. Until next time, my friends!
A/N: };-) Happy Halloween, all of you! So, it's only the 28th, you can never be to early! Someone in my neighborhood even set up a gallows and hung a scarecrow from it... scared me half to death when I drove by it! Well, now that I've shared that, let's continue from where we left off.
For The Love Of Magic
Chapter Seven
Hermione couldn't stop thinking about Harry that day. She had the most depressing song stuck in her head, and the one part would repeat over and over again, incessantly:
I've been searching deep down
In my soul
Words that I'm hearing
Are starting to get old
Feels like I'm starting
All over again
The last three years
Were just pretend
(© 2001 Michelle Branch, Goodbye To You)
She felt that this was the perfect song for her now. This whole time she had been trying to clear her thoughts, but only seemed to be going in loops. The same words always came back to her. "I love you, Hermione." "I'm sorry, Harry."
She had hurt him. Hermione did exactly what she vowed never to do. "I'm sorry, Harry."
Her thoughts were interrupted as the carriage that took her to the school came to a stop. She was alone in it for a change. A strange change, if nothing else. She felt almost cold. Then she realized she was cold. "Damn this weather. You'd think it would warm up by now, but no... England has to be different and still be cold! Freezing cold!" she grumbled to herself.
"Cold?" Behind her, a rather smug voice reached her ears. "Perhaps you'd like to borrow my coat?"
"Why thank you ever so m--" Mione cut off when she saw who was offering his nicities. None other than Mr. HotShit himself.
"What are YOU doing here, ummm..." It was then that Hermione realized she did not know this stranger's name. "What IS your name, by the way?"
"My, but you do ask a great many questions!" he said in mock surprise. He leaned in and whispered, "You can call me anything you want, sexy."
Catching on, Hermione responded, "I'll just call you tonight then, HotShit."
"Watch your tongue, baby. I don't know where that thing's been." At this he tongued her ear so sensuously that she went on like a light. Simultaneously, her brain went into auto-shutoff as she barely realized that Mr. Tongue had walked away.
Standing there for a good few seconds, she cursed herself for not handling the situation better. Jostled by some passersby, she soon saw that Smooth-as-Silk had left his jacket on the ground by her feet. Deciding to take advantage of a situation presented to her, she picked it up and wore it. While putting it on she saw the Slytherin emblem on it. Walking towards the school, she thought, "This is going to be one HELL of a year!"
Smiling at this thought, she walked towards Hogwarts, wearing HottStranger's coat over her shoulders and keeping an eye out for Harry. "I have to avoid him, if only for a few days," she thought. "Just to get used to the idea." Then she remembered. She had left Harry in a full body-bind lying in the middle of the hall. Had someone helped him out? Recalling Ron's words that he could break that charm, she put herself at ease and forced herself to forget about anything and everything that had to do with Harry.
This, of course, was easier said than done. The three years that they were together, Harry and Hermione had made memories in almost every spot on the school grounds. Anywhere she turned she saw something or another that reminded her of their first kiss, his first Christmas gift, given and received, and even the times they snuck out in the middle of the night to snog for a bit without unwanted supervision.
Walking around with time to kill before the Sorting Ceremony, Hermione decided to be different and not go to the Sorting at all. What would she miss? Dinner? She could conjure that up anytime she wanted. Seeing the first years? She's a seventh year, she almost NEVER comes in contact with the first years. "Immature little runts, always getting into trouble, playing tricks on the caretaker, not that I mind that part, of course." Mione laughed inwardly as she walked in a different direction, not even wanting to enter the school. A sly smile played about her lips as she held the coat to her tighter. If it's really THIS cold inside the school, she's going to need some warming up.
Time flew by her, and pretty soon it was sunset. She stood behind the school just watching the sun set right in front of her. The sky was streaked with beautiful shades of hot pink, neon orange, golden yellow, and even some deep purple was starting to show. As Hermione took in the scene before her, she couldn't help but have the feeling she was being watched. A twig snapped somewhere to her left. Looking quickly, she saw none other than the Blonde Houdini standing not three feet away from her. She jumped when his eyes met hers.
"It's a beautiful view from here, isn't it? You can see almost everything," he said coolly.
"Yeah," she nodded, "it's really captivating what you can see from here."
"You captivate me." When Hermione just looked his way and smiled, he continued. "Since I first saw you, talked to you, I've only been thinking of you. You have captivated my very mind and soul in your sea of endless beauty." He walked right up to her and placed her hands over his shoulders. With his arms around her waist he said, "I can make your wildest dreams come true. Anything you've ever wanted, anything you could ever want, I can give it to you." He squeezed her tighter and added, "Day or night."
Hermione couldn't take it anymore. He had teased her enough, and she just couldn't hold back any longer. She put her lips on his and began kissing him with such a passion, she surprised even herself. What excited her was that he was kissing back. "Wow," she thought, "he's good!"
She felt him start caressing her, moving his hands slowly up and down her back, letting his touch stir her like no other touch ever had. She let him get more passionate with her, then realized where this was going.
"Wait," she said.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"No," but with a sly grin she added, "I just think we should find a more private place."
HornyMan's smirk stretched nearly from ear to ear as he apparated them to a different location.
Hermione realized they were in one of the Slytherin bedrooms.
"You think they'll find us here after the ceremony?" she asked, sounding amused and raising one eyebrow.
"Nah, this one's going to last for a little while. The load of first years is larger than usual."
She wondered how he knew this but honestly didn't fret about it at this point in time.
"Well that's good news then," she commented. Moving in front of him again and placing her arms around his neck, she looked deep into those thunderstorm eyes and watched as they lit up like lightning as she began undoing the top button of his shirt.
A/N: Questions? Comments? Concerns? Anything but flames? Then review!!! Come on now, give me your opinions! Flames will be used to cook my dinner, mind you, so if you don't like something about it, please just leave! It's great to know so many of you like this story. Until next time, my friends!