** A note from HazelMist. "Okay I tried. I think I did okay. I'm going to
try to make this is as good as the last story, or hopefully better. I own
nothing. Okay? Got that? I own absolutely nothing. Here is the second
chapter of my dreaded sequel." **
Chapter 2
At the Griffendor table only half of the seats were filled. As usual, at one end of the table there seemed to be a cluster of students together speaking. Two of these included a boy and a girl sitting side by side who were oddly quiet. Usually they were the main parts of the discussion along with several other students who were also in the cluster. Another of these students sat opposite them. He too was extremely quiet. A red haired girl by the name of Ginny and another boy by the name of Colin were in a loud discussion on the right methods of wand waving in Transfiguration when everyone began to notice the strange silence.
"This is beginners stuff." Said Ginny to Colin.
"I still think that my way is right. I remember her teaching us."
Ginny shook her head in frustration. "You're not listening to me. Last year she told us it was this way." Ginny picked up her wand and pointed it at Colin's goblet of pumpkin juice. She muttered something that no one was able to catch.
BANG!
There was some coughing and spluttering as the smoke cleared. Colin waved away the smoke gagging slightly. Ginny smiled and leaned back with a triumphant grin on her face as she found what she was looking for. A small pumpkin and a small little glass were sitting where the goblet of Pumpkin Juice had once been.
Colin glared at Ginny. Ginny yawned and pretended it was nothing even though she knew it was a lucky break that caused her to be able to do that. Ginny found her eyes wandering down toward Harry, Hermoine and Ron. Her eyes fell upon Harry's handsome face, as usual, before she could stop them. Her heart pounded as she wondered if he had noticed. She was surprised to see Harry had a funny look upon his face.
Harry had his chin propped up in his arm. A strange look was on his face. It was almost as if he was day dreaming but it seemed like he wasn't. His eyes had a soft glint in them that hadn't been there before. A small smile was upon his face and she saw him glancing in her direction. Ginny felt her heart rising in her chest but it ended up that Harry had glanced at Hermione and not her. Ginny's heart fell but she continued to watch him.
Hermione returned his glance and they seemed to look into each other's eyes. Ginny raised her head a little bit and could see Harry's head over Hermione's. He was still looking at Hermione as his smile grew wider and now lit up his entire face. He seemed to be turning a little pink. Hermione and him turned away from each other's gaze.
For the first time Ginny noticed Hermione also. Oddly enough it seemed Hermione was in the same mood Harry was. She had the same glint in her eyes and a little smile that she was trying to hide. Hermione met Ginny's gaze and smiled then she looked down at her breakfast and began nibbling at her toast.
"That was weird." Ginny said under her breath. "I wonder what's up with those two." Ginny said with a shake of her head.
"What do you mean by that?" Asked Ron.
Ginny looked behind her. Ron had gotten up to get the pitcher of milk and had heard her talking to herself. Ginny looked up at him and saw that he didn't know whom she was talking about.
"Nothing." Ginny replied.
"Who are you talking about anyway." Ron asked not moving from his spot.
"No one." Said Ginny innocently. She turned around and grabbed the milk pitcher thrusting it into his hands. Ron glared at her and then walked back to his seat with the milk pitcher.
"What is going on with everyone these days?" He wondered in his mind. Everyone seemed to be acting so strange and secretive. It was all so different form last year. Everything had changed.
He picked up the pitcher of milk and began to pour it into his goblet. While doing this his gaze fell upon Hermione and Harry who were sitting across form him. Anger and sadness immediately began rushing through him at the sight of Hermione. He quickly pushed it away before he let it get out of control and do something to her or say something to her. There was still a far away chance that she could still be his. Very far away but still it was still there, waiting. Ron definitely didn't want to spoil his chance in the future with her now.
She had changed so much. Last year it seemed like she was perfect. She had been within grasp and everything. But now she seemed so far away. She seemed to be drifting away from him. It wasn't the same Hermione that he had thought had loved him in return. She loved someone else now. Who? He didn't know. Ron knew though, that deep down inside there was still that old Hermione, just waiting to come out, and fall in love with him again. He just had to reawaken that part of her. Before it was too late and she became someone else's.
Ron shivered at the thought of Hermione and another guy. It was just too hard and difficult to think about. He was always meant to be there for her. And she was meant to be there for him. If another guy stole her, Ron would personally do something to that guy. Ron had confidence and hope though that he wouldn't have to do that and Hermione would come around soon enough.
"Ron!" Ron was disrupted from his thoughts when he heard someone yelling his name quite loudly. Someone was waving their hand in front of his face and Harry and Hermione were trying to muffle their laughter while looking slightly concerned at him.
The hand pulled the pitcher of milk that was now empty from his hands. Ron didn't let go but the hand yanked it out of his grip.
"Hey what are you doing?" Ron said turning to look at who had yanked the pitcher out of his hands. It was Lavender Brown. Lavender Brown turned to him.
"The question is what were you doing?" Lavender said with a small laugh but there was a look of concern in her eyes. The rest of the Griffendor students at the table laughed and giggled also.
Ron had no idea what they were laughing about. He looked at Lavender with a questioning look on his face. Lavender grinned and pointed back at his goblet.
Milk was all over the table and was dripping off the goblet that was filled to the tippity top. It had even gotten onto his books and last nights Herbology homework. While he was daydreaming he had just kept pouring the milk into his goblet so that it overflowed. Apparently he hadn't stopped until the others had finally wrenched the now empty pitcher of milk away from his hands.
He turned back to Lavender and the others. Lavender was still grinning at him.
"You might want to clean that up." She said.
Harry and Hermione somehow felt that they should leave. "Uh we'll meet you in Transfiguration in a few minutes." Hermione said. The two walked off before Ron could protest. Everyone else had left too except for those who were concerned with eating their hurried breakfast.
"Here I'll help you." Lavender said moved with pity for Ron. She squandered around the table until she found a bunch of napkins. She handed a few to Ron and began mopping up the milk with the rest. She couldn't help but smile.
"Thanks." He said roughly. He took the napkins and began to hastily clean up the mess.
"There they go again; without me." Ron said softly watching Harry and Hermione going off together. Lavender looked up at Ron staring sadly after his two best friends. She felt terrible for him. Still there was something inside of her that was shouting, "I wish I were the one he was watching sadly." Lavender scolded herself for having such ridiculous thoughts and finished cleaning up the milk.
"Thanks." He said again. He gave her an appreciating glance and picked up his damp books and papers and walked away.
"It was nothing." She said quietly but she feared that the already far off Ron hadn't heard.
Frustrated she sighed. Why had she done that? It was useless. I don't like him. I never have. I just wish that we were friends. It would help to have someone to talk too these days. She picked up her books and left going in the opposite direction before she remembered she had the same classes as him and turned around heading toward Transfiguration.
Meanwhile, back in the Griffendor common room.
"Morning." Fred said sleepily from a chair. He was a late sleeper. He was tired after being out with Angelina all night almost.
"Morning." Angelina said with a broad grin forming on her face. She spun around and landed in the chair beside him. She drew it closer to him and looked up at him her eyes glowing brightly. She had always been a morning person and was always bright and cheery even in the lowest times of life.
"So." He was cut off as Angelina kissed him. He kissed her back just as he had that first night. All it took was for her to make the first move and then everything after that was controlled by him. He drew away from her slowly and smiled at her showing his pleasure. But it faded away as a nagging thought came back to him that just wouldn't go away.
"Harry and Hermione haven't told anyone." Fred said glancing down at the ground. Angelina was silent for a moment before she spoke.
"We can't make them tell Ron. Not yet, they have to do it on their own." Angelina said trying to get Fred to see it from her point of view. Fred sighed.
"Can't we interfere just a little bit." He said with a broad grin. He was thinking about doing a stunt and spilling everything in front of the whole school or something. Or maybe he could get Ron to accidentally walk in on them. Angelina smiled and laughed.
"No. I know exactly what you're thinking about. No jokes or anything like that. This is not our business. Besides would you want anyone interfering with our relationship." Angelina said with a mischievous grin forming on her face.
"You're right." He said answering with a replica of her grin.
"I'm always right." She said and then she drew him into another passionate kiss. She paused and Fred looked up at her wondering why she stopped.
"This is our little secret. Okay?" Angelina said looking him in the eye. Fred couldn't refuse.
"Alright." He grumbled. Angelina smiled and leaned forward. The passionate kiss continued.
(Hey this is Chapter two. I hope this clears up the confusion about Angelina and Fred. Hermione and Harry don't know that Fred and Angelina know, but they do. Okay? Please read and review. I put both of these chapters up pretty fast so you'll have something to read for a bit. I'll try to get Chapter 3 up as soon as possible. HazelMist)
Chapter 2
At the Griffendor table only half of the seats were filled. As usual, at one end of the table there seemed to be a cluster of students together speaking. Two of these included a boy and a girl sitting side by side who were oddly quiet. Usually they were the main parts of the discussion along with several other students who were also in the cluster. Another of these students sat opposite them. He too was extremely quiet. A red haired girl by the name of Ginny and another boy by the name of Colin were in a loud discussion on the right methods of wand waving in Transfiguration when everyone began to notice the strange silence.
"This is beginners stuff." Said Ginny to Colin.
"I still think that my way is right. I remember her teaching us."
Ginny shook her head in frustration. "You're not listening to me. Last year she told us it was this way." Ginny picked up her wand and pointed it at Colin's goblet of pumpkin juice. She muttered something that no one was able to catch.
BANG!
There was some coughing and spluttering as the smoke cleared. Colin waved away the smoke gagging slightly. Ginny smiled and leaned back with a triumphant grin on her face as she found what she was looking for. A small pumpkin and a small little glass were sitting where the goblet of Pumpkin Juice had once been.
Colin glared at Ginny. Ginny yawned and pretended it was nothing even though she knew it was a lucky break that caused her to be able to do that. Ginny found her eyes wandering down toward Harry, Hermoine and Ron. Her eyes fell upon Harry's handsome face, as usual, before she could stop them. Her heart pounded as she wondered if he had noticed. She was surprised to see Harry had a funny look upon his face.
Harry had his chin propped up in his arm. A strange look was on his face. It was almost as if he was day dreaming but it seemed like he wasn't. His eyes had a soft glint in them that hadn't been there before. A small smile was upon his face and she saw him glancing in her direction. Ginny felt her heart rising in her chest but it ended up that Harry had glanced at Hermione and not her. Ginny's heart fell but she continued to watch him.
Hermione returned his glance and they seemed to look into each other's eyes. Ginny raised her head a little bit and could see Harry's head over Hermione's. He was still looking at Hermione as his smile grew wider and now lit up his entire face. He seemed to be turning a little pink. Hermione and him turned away from each other's gaze.
For the first time Ginny noticed Hermione also. Oddly enough it seemed Hermione was in the same mood Harry was. She had the same glint in her eyes and a little smile that she was trying to hide. Hermione met Ginny's gaze and smiled then she looked down at her breakfast and began nibbling at her toast.
"That was weird." Ginny said under her breath. "I wonder what's up with those two." Ginny said with a shake of her head.
"What do you mean by that?" Asked Ron.
Ginny looked behind her. Ron had gotten up to get the pitcher of milk and had heard her talking to herself. Ginny looked up at him and saw that he didn't know whom she was talking about.
"Nothing." Ginny replied.
"Who are you talking about anyway." Ron asked not moving from his spot.
"No one." Said Ginny innocently. She turned around and grabbed the milk pitcher thrusting it into his hands. Ron glared at her and then walked back to his seat with the milk pitcher.
"What is going on with everyone these days?" He wondered in his mind. Everyone seemed to be acting so strange and secretive. It was all so different form last year. Everything had changed.
He picked up the pitcher of milk and began to pour it into his goblet. While doing this his gaze fell upon Hermione and Harry who were sitting across form him. Anger and sadness immediately began rushing through him at the sight of Hermione. He quickly pushed it away before he let it get out of control and do something to her or say something to her. There was still a far away chance that she could still be his. Very far away but still it was still there, waiting. Ron definitely didn't want to spoil his chance in the future with her now.
She had changed so much. Last year it seemed like she was perfect. She had been within grasp and everything. But now she seemed so far away. She seemed to be drifting away from him. It wasn't the same Hermione that he had thought had loved him in return. She loved someone else now. Who? He didn't know. Ron knew though, that deep down inside there was still that old Hermione, just waiting to come out, and fall in love with him again. He just had to reawaken that part of her. Before it was too late and she became someone else's.
Ron shivered at the thought of Hermione and another guy. It was just too hard and difficult to think about. He was always meant to be there for her. And she was meant to be there for him. If another guy stole her, Ron would personally do something to that guy. Ron had confidence and hope though that he wouldn't have to do that and Hermione would come around soon enough.
"Ron!" Ron was disrupted from his thoughts when he heard someone yelling his name quite loudly. Someone was waving their hand in front of his face and Harry and Hermione were trying to muffle their laughter while looking slightly concerned at him.
The hand pulled the pitcher of milk that was now empty from his hands. Ron didn't let go but the hand yanked it out of his grip.
"Hey what are you doing?" Ron said turning to look at who had yanked the pitcher out of his hands. It was Lavender Brown. Lavender Brown turned to him.
"The question is what were you doing?" Lavender said with a small laugh but there was a look of concern in her eyes. The rest of the Griffendor students at the table laughed and giggled also.
Ron had no idea what they were laughing about. He looked at Lavender with a questioning look on his face. Lavender grinned and pointed back at his goblet.
Milk was all over the table and was dripping off the goblet that was filled to the tippity top. It had even gotten onto his books and last nights Herbology homework. While he was daydreaming he had just kept pouring the milk into his goblet so that it overflowed. Apparently he hadn't stopped until the others had finally wrenched the now empty pitcher of milk away from his hands.
He turned back to Lavender and the others. Lavender was still grinning at him.
"You might want to clean that up." She said.
Harry and Hermione somehow felt that they should leave. "Uh we'll meet you in Transfiguration in a few minutes." Hermione said. The two walked off before Ron could protest. Everyone else had left too except for those who were concerned with eating their hurried breakfast.
"Here I'll help you." Lavender said moved with pity for Ron. She squandered around the table until she found a bunch of napkins. She handed a few to Ron and began mopping up the milk with the rest. She couldn't help but smile.
"Thanks." He said roughly. He took the napkins and began to hastily clean up the mess.
"There they go again; without me." Ron said softly watching Harry and Hermione going off together. Lavender looked up at Ron staring sadly after his two best friends. She felt terrible for him. Still there was something inside of her that was shouting, "I wish I were the one he was watching sadly." Lavender scolded herself for having such ridiculous thoughts and finished cleaning up the milk.
"Thanks." He said again. He gave her an appreciating glance and picked up his damp books and papers and walked away.
"It was nothing." She said quietly but she feared that the already far off Ron hadn't heard.
Frustrated she sighed. Why had she done that? It was useless. I don't like him. I never have. I just wish that we were friends. It would help to have someone to talk too these days. She picked up her books and left going in the opposite direction before she remembered she had the same classes as him and turned around heading toward Transfiguration.
Meanwhile, back in the Griffendor common room.
"Morning." Fred said sleepily from a chair. He was a late sleeper. He was tired after being out with Angelina all night almost.
"Morning." Angelina said with a broad grin forming on her face. She spun around and landed in the chair beside him. She drew it closer to him and looked up at him her eyes glowing brightly. She had always been a morning person and was always bright and cheery even in the lowest times of life.
"So." He was cut off as Angelina kissed him. He kissed her back just as he had that first night. All it took was for her to make the first move and then everything after that was controlled by him. He drew away from her slowly and smiled at her showing his pleasure. But it faded away as a nagging thought came back to him that just wouldn't go away.
"Harry and Hermione haven't told anyone." Fred said glancing down at the ground. Angelina was silent for a moment before she spoke.
"We can't make them tell Ron. Not yet, they have to do it on their own." Angelina said trying to get Fred to see it from her point of view. Fred sighed.
"Can't we interfere just a little bit." He said with a broad grin. He was thinking about doing a stunt and spilling everything in front of the whole school or something. Or maybe he could get Ron to accidentally walk in on them. Angelina smiled and laughed.
"No. I know exactly what you're thinking about. No jokes or anything like that. This is not our business. Besides would you want anyone interfering with our relationship." Angelina said with a mischievous grin forming on her face.
"You're right." He said answering with a replica of her grin.
"I'm always right." She said and then she drew him into another passionate kiss. She paused and Fred looked up at her wondering why she stopped.
"This is our little secret. Okay?" Angelina said looking him in the eye. Fred couldn't refuse.
"Alright." He grumbled. Angelina smiled and leaned forward. The passionate kiss continued.
(Hey this is Chapter two. I hope this clears up the confusion about Angelina and Fred. Hermione and Harry don't know that Fred and Angelina know, but they do. Okay? Please read and review. I put both of these chapters up pretty fast so you'll have something to read for a bit. I'll try to get Chapter 3 up as soon as possible. HazelMist)