Summary: After being hit by the killing curse for the second time in his young life, Harry finds himself trapped in another body. He finally gets the chance to see how his life would have been like without his popularity, and where is friends loyalties lie.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J K Rowling and Warner brothers.
The Boy Who Lived Again: Switch
Chapter 12: To Smart
The next morning Hermione awoke in a blissful serenity. As she laid in her warm covers not yet letting herself sense reality, she tried to remember the great dream she was having. It was a good dream she thought. Harry was holding her close to him. She remembered him picking her up, and cradling her in his arms as he took her up a spiraling staircase.
Hermione got out of her bed, and realized that she was not their last night. Hermione though, 'Was not that all a dream or was it real?' While she got ready for school, she could not get the nagging suspicion that the dream was real out of her head. Then all of a sudden, she stopped suddenly in her tracks. She just remembered the fact that in her dream Harry had told her that he loved her. The Harry Potter, the boy who lived, told her, bookworm no it all, that he loved her. She started to laugh, and thought 'I know for sure that was just a dream now. Harry would never tell me that. Plus he was the one hugging all up on Lavender last night.' She knew that nothing was going on between them, but it was just so much easier for her to be mad at him then her being in love with him.
She walked down to the Great Hall only to find the one person she did not want to see waiting for her. Neville had saved a seat for her, and she found that it was the only empty seat at the table. She reluctantly sat down, and greeted Harry with a bored, "Morning".
Harry smiled back at her and said, "Morning" in a more cheerful tone.
Hermione tried to clear her mind of Harry, and concentrate on her food, but it did not work.
Harry then broke the silent by asking, "How do you feel?"
She replied vaguely with a "fine", yet refused to look him in the eye. Hermione always loved Harry's eyes. The funny thing was that even in Neville's body, she could see Harry's eye look back at her. When she looked into them, she felt like she was being pulled into a peaceful obis. Hermione mentally kicked herself. She did not want to think about his eyes right now.
Then Harry got tired of this and lean in across the table and whispered," Hermione, I know you don't want to see me right now, but we really need to talk."
Hermione nonchalantly replied, "About what?" Harry starting to raise his voice a little, "Hermione. I am not going to play today ok?"
She started to get up. "I have lost my appetite. I will see you later Neville."
Hermione picked up her book bag, and started to walk out the door. Harry got up about the same time as she, and followed her out. After they both got out of the Great Hall, Harry ran and caught up with her stopping her in her tracks.
"Hermione, I am not going to let this go. I want. No I need to know where we are now."
Hermione with her head bowed low said, "Harry, I just don't know, but I should go." She then side stepped him and kept on walking. Harry jogged up beside her.
When the change presented its self, he took Hermione's arm and dragged her into an empty classroom. Then in one smooth movement, Harry locked the door while taking Hermione's wand from her. "Hermione, I don't want to loss you, and if that means I have to lock you in her to talk to me then so be it."
Hermione not looking impressed by this show said irritably, "Harry there is not much to talk about... You kissed me and then I realized it was wrong thing to do."
Harry looking at her longingly and said, "If that's the case, then why did you kiss me a second time."
Hermione looked for exits while saying, "I was just in the heat of the moment I guess. What can I say?"
Harry started staring at her in shock. "In the heat of the moment... Hermione that kiss was not just empty meaningless moment. It was the show of affection. I know you felt it just as I did."
Hermione did not speak at this; she just looked down at her feet. In her heart, she knew she did felt that intensity that love, but what the if's kept swarming in her head.
Harry continued, "Do you know what I think. I think you are running away...You act so cool and calm on the outside, but Hermione, I know you, and I know you want this as bad as I... Do you think this is some cruel joke or something... Hermione, this is all real. I truly do like you, but it can't go any farther if you don't give it a chance. Give us a chance." Harry walked over to Hermione's still figure. "What are you so afraid of?"
Then Harry gently cups Hermione's chin in his hand and gently lifts it so that she would look into his eyes. Her eyes were glossy and tears were forming. Then Harry continued, "I can see it in your eyes that you care for me. Even that day, you told me that this was your dream. To tell you the truth, this is my dream too."
In a soft gentle voice, Harry said, "Hermione, What are you afraid of?"
As the first tear rolled down her cheek, she harshly moved away from Harry's touch. In an angry yet shaky voice, Hermione responded, "Harry, you want to know what I am afraid of. You want to know. Ok well Harry, I am afraid that if we start a relationship our friendship will be demolished. If we start a relationship, I am afraid it will end, and I will no longer have you. I am afraid that one day you will find another girl better and prettier then me." Then in a soft whisper, Hermione said, "Most of all, I am afraid that one of these days I am going to wake up to find you gone... your soul no longer with me and you body no longer alive...Then Harry, what am I going to do because if I fall for you..." With a sniffle, Hermione continued, "If I fall for you, I don't know if I will be able to get back up."
While she cried silent tears, Harry came up to her and wrapped his arms around her.
"Harry, what am I going to do now that I have fallen?"
While he kissed the top of her head, Hermione tightened her grip on him. "Hermione, I promise you that I will always be here to protect you and care for you."
"But Harry, you and I both know that the future is uncertain. I am more worried about you dieing then myself. I would gladly give my life to make sure you were able to live on."
Harry looked her in the eye. "Hermione I am not afraid of death. It will come when it is my time, but now is not the time to worry about it. Now is the time to live. We have to take our chances while we have them or we will never have these chances again."
Harry smiled down at her. "Plus, he has not gotten me yet and how many times has he tried..4..5..6 times is it. I am just too smart for the guy. What can I say? I am just good like that."
Hermione chuckled and then her face fell. "Harry what if we can't find a way to get you back. You can't stay in Neville forever you know."
Harry still with is prize-winning smile plastered on his face said, "And why cant I, no one is stopping me. You are just afraid that you might become Mrs. Longbottom."
Hermione between chuckles said, "Your right, I don't want to become Mrs. Longbottom."
Harry faked a hurt expression and Hermione continued in a whisper, "I want to be Mrs. Potter."
As she smiled up at Harry, Hermione said, "How about this. We wait until you are back to your old self, and then we can decide what we want to do from there."
Harry smiled down at her and said, "Deal".
Then Harry tightened the hug. "Everything will work out for the best trust me. You will see."
Hermione laid her head on his chest and said, "Ooh Harry, I trust you. Its just the world I'm worried about."
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Thanks LuvBug. I really did not want that in my story. I need to work more on my editing skills.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J K Rowling and Warner brothers.
The Boy Who Lived Again: Switch
Chapter 12: To Smart
The next morning Hermione awoke in a blissful serenity. As she laid in her warm covers not yet letting herself sense reality, she tried to remember the great dream she was having. It was a good dream she thought. Harry was holding her close to him. She remembered him picking her up, and cradling her in his arms as he took her up a spiraling staircase.
Hermione got out of her bed, and realized that she was not their last night. Hermione though, 'Was not that all a dream or was it real?' While she got ready for school, she could not get the nagging suspicion that the dream was real out of her head. Then all of a sudden, she stopped suddenly in her tracks. She just remembered the fact that in her dream Harry had told her that he loved her. The Harry Potter, the boy who lived, told her, bookworm no it all, that he loved her. She started to laugh, and thought 'I know for sure that was just a dream now. Harry would never tell me that. Plus he was the one hugging all up on Lavender last night.' She knew that nothing was going on between them, but it was just so much easier for her to be mad at him then her being in love with him.
She walked down to the Great Hall only to find the one person she did not want to see waiting for her. Neville had saved a seat for her, and she found that it was the only empty seat at the table. She reluctantly sat down, and greeted Harry with a bored, "Morning".
Harry smiled back at her and said, "Morning" in a more cheerful tone.
Hermione tried to clear her mind of Harry, and concentrate on her food, but it did not work.
Harry then broke the silent by asking, "How do you feel?"
She replied vaguely with a "fine", yet refused to look him in the eye. Hermione always loved Harry's eyes. The funny thing was that even in Neville's body, she could see Harry's eye look back at her. When she looked into them, she felt like she was being pulled into a peaceful obis. Hermione mentally kicked herself. She did not want to think about his eyes right now.
Then Harry got tired of this and lean in across the table and whispered," Hermione, I know you don't want to see me right now, but we really need to talk."
Hermione nonchalantly replied, "About what?" Harry starting to raise his voice a little, "Hermione. I am not going to play today ok?"
She started to get up. "I have lost my appetite. I will see you later Neville."
Hermione picked up her book bag, and started to walk out the door. Harry got up about the same time as she, and followed her out. After they both got out of the Great Hall, Harry ran and caught up with her stopping her in her tracks.
"Hermione, I am not going to let this go. I want. No I need to know where we are now."
Hermione with her head bowed low said, "Harry, I just don't know, but I should go." She then side stepped him and kept on walking. Harry jogged up beside her.
When the change presented its self, he took Hermione's arm and dragged her into an empty classroom. Then in one smooth movement, Harry locked the door while taking Hermione's wand from her. "Hermione, I don't want to loss you, and if that means I have to lock you in her to talk to me then so be it."
Hermione not looking impressed by this show said irritably, "Harry there is not much to talk about... You kissed me and then I realized it was wrong thing to do."
Harry looking at her longingly and said, "If that's the case, then why did you kiss me a second time."
Hermione looked for exits while saying, "I was just in the heat of the moment I guess. What can I say?"
Harry started staring at her in shock. "In the heat of the moment... Hermione that kiss was not just empty meaningless moment. It was the show of affection. I know you felt it just as I did."
Hermione did not speak at this; she just looked down at her feet. In her heart, she knew she did felt that intensity that love, but what the if's kept swarming in her head.
Harry continued, "Do you know what I think. I think you are running away...You act so cool and calm on the outside, but Hermione, I know you, and I know you want this as bad as I... Do you think this is some cruel joke or something... Hermione, this is all real. I truly do like you, but it can't go any farther if you don't give it a chance. Give us a chance." Harry walked over to Hermione's still figure. "What are you so afraid of?"
Then Harry gently cups Hermione's chin in his hand and gently lifts it so that she would look into his eyes. Her eyes were glossy and tears were forming. Then Harry continued, "I can see it in your eyes that you care for me. Even that day, you told me that this was your dream. To tell you the truth, this is my dream too."
In a soft gentle voice, Harry said, "Hermione, What are you afraid of?"
As the first tear rolled down her cheek, she harshly moved away from Harry's touch. In an angry yet shaky voice, Hermione responded, "Harry, you want to know what I am afraid of. You want to know. Ok well Harry, I am afraid that if we start a relationship our friendship will be demolished. If we start a relationship, I am afraid it will end, and I will no longer have you. I am afraid that one day you will find another girl better and prettier then me." Then in a soft whisper, Hermione said, "Most of all, I am afraid that one of these days I am going to wake up to find you gone... your soul no longer with me and you body no longer alive...Then Harry, what am I going to do because if I fall for you..." With a sniffle, Hermione continued, "If I fall for you, I don't know if I will be able to get back up."
While she cried silent tears, Harry came up to her and wrapped his arms around her.
"Harry, what am I going to do now that I have fallen?"
While he kissed the top of her head, Hermione tightened her grip on him. "Hermione, I promise you that I will always be here to protect you and care for you."
"But Harry, you and I both know that the future is uncertain. I am more worried about you dieing then myself. I would gladly give my life to make sure you were able to live on."
Harry looked her in the eye. "Hermione I am not afraid of death. It will come when it is my time, but now is not the time to worry about it. Now is the time to live. We have to take our chances while we have them or we will never have these chances again."
Harry smiled down at her. "Plus, he has not gotten me yet and how many times has he tried..4..5..6 times is it. I am just too smart for the guy. What can I say? I am just good like that."
Hermione chuckled and then her face fell. "Harry what if we can't find a way to get you back. You can't stay in Neville forever you know."
Harry still with is prize-winning smile plastered on his face said, "And why cant I, no one is stopping me. You are just afraid that you might become Mrs. Longbottom."
Hermione between chuckles said, "Your right, I don't want to become Mrs. Longbottom."
Harry faked a hurt expression and Hermione continued in a whisper, "I want to be Mrs. Potter."
As she smiled up at Harry, Hermione said, "How about this. We wait until you are back to your old self, and then we can decide what we want to do from there."
Harry smiled down at her and said, "Deal".
Then Harry tightened the hug. "Everything will work out for the best trust me. You will see."
Hermione laid her head on his chest and said, "Ooh Harry, I trust you. Its just the world I'm worried about."
*
Thanks LuvBug. I really did not want that in my story. I need to work more on my editing skills.