Summary: *Sequel to The Boy Who Lived Again: Switch Naturally, Harry thought all would be back to normal once he switched back, but since Voldemort has returned, betray is on the horizon as old friends become new enemies. H/H
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J K Rowling and Warner brothers.
Editor: Bob Martin
The Boy Who Lived Again: Metamorphose II
Chapter 4: Deja Vu
Harry sat in his bed pondering all that went on today. He knew that he could trust Hermione, but ever since they had become close he stared to mistrust everyone else. He was starting to become paranoid about her safety. He wanted her near him all the time. He needed her, but why had she acted the way she did when Ron was mentioned. Could she like Ron? Could Hermione be more interested in him? He had never asked her about her feeling about him, and now he was starting to doubt her feeling all together.
The whole wizard community had thought they were together once, and that caused Hermione to become alienated by the society. Now if they were really a couple, she could be brought to more public scrutiny, as well as danger from the Death Eaters.
'Could she not want to be with him because of this?'
Harry started scrutinizing his own reaction. There were not any death eaters here to protect her from just Ron. Yet, Ron was the one guy that threatened to change their whole way of life. With Ron's assumption that Hermione liked him, Ron was roughening the relationship with the one woman that Harry had ever loved. Now that he had not asked her to be his girlfriend, she was still free to be with anyone. But he did want her to be happy, even if it cost him his own happiness.
Ron came into the dorm after his date whistling. He seemed to be in a very good mood causing Harry to become even more maul tempered.
Harry covered himself up with his blankets and pretended he was asleep. He could not take hearing all the details of his 'date'. He did not want to know about what went on, and right now, Harry could not take Ron bragging about his new girlfriend.
He lay there until Ron got to bed himself. Harry was not a bite tired, yet he could not let himself move for fear of Ron hearing him. This caused his mind to work over time. 'Could Hermione really have been that mad at him? I thought she loved me?'.
Ron's breathing finally came to a nice rhythm of sleep, and Harry decided it was time to get out of there. He quickly rolled out of bed, and got his invisibility cloak out of his trunk. He could spend another minute in that house.
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Hermione sat in front of the roaring fire in the common room. It was close to midnight, and she sat all alone in her large armchair. She had not moved from this location since she got back to the common room. She had a large book propped in her hands, but she was not reading it, rather the dancing flames were hypnotizing her. She stared into the beautiful ballet of the fire allowing her eyes to reflect its movements. Its glow lit up her face causing her hair to turn reddish hews.
Hermione allowed herself to be lulled from her stressed state. She hated being mad at Harry. She knew that she had over reacted, but Harry should not have reacted like he did too. She just thought, 'This would have never happened if we had decided to become a couple'. She hated the way that all the girls at Hogwarts always drooled over him like he was just something on display. This was Harry... Her Harry that would do anything for her.
She did not want to think about all the alternatives. She moved her legs so that they would be underneath her. She let her eyes refocus on her book that was sitting in front of her.
Light footsteps came from the spiral staircase behind her. She turned around in the great big chair to see who had come down to find a very surprised dark haired gentleman.
When Harry stopped at the bottom of the stairs to put on his invisibility cloak, he noticed he was not alone. His face went white as he found the one girl he was trying to run from sitting right in front of him.
Hermione turned back in her chair appearing unaffected by Harry's sudden appearance. As she turned the page of her book, she stayed silent trying to seem as calm as possible.
Harry decided to break the awkward silence. "Why do we always seem to meet like this?" He tried to smile, but his nervous domineer caused him just too look awkward.
Hermione just turned the next page in her book and said monotony, "You can go. I want stop you."
Harry picked up his cloak that had fallen on the floor from his shock. "No, I was not planning to go anywhere." Harry lied.
Hermione picked up on this and said calmly, "Then why did you bring your invisibility cloak."
Harry was silent. He did not know what to say. He did not know what to do. He had been in many fights with Hermione, but never had she been so calm. He was lost. The only thing that he knew of to do was to talk to her, and even after spending weeks just talking to this same girl, he could not think of a good way of going about it. He needed to know what she was thinking, and there were no one else that could help him now.
He sat on the stairs not letting himself get any closer. He put his cloak under his arm and began saying the first thing that came out. "I brought my invisibility cloak so that I could get away, but now that you are here I don't want to leave. I need to tell you something..." Harry paused trying to word everything right. "I have been thinking. I know that they are lot of sacrifices that come with being my girlfriend, and if you are happier with Ron then... I am ok with that..."
Harry's words got stuck in his throat. He could not bring himself to say any more causing a long silence to instill. Harry tried to muster up some more courage to go on, but he could not think of anything to say.
Out of the silence came the soft whisper from behind the chair. "I told him no." The high back chair caused Hermione voice to seem to come from everywhere as it echoed off the walls.
Harry grappled over what she said. What was the question? Then it hit him, and he stated. "You did." Harry's heart race with the good news, but he too tried to stay calm. "What did you tell him?"
"I told him I could not go out with him tomorrow. He just needs to get use to not getting his way. I don't want to lose him as a friend, but Harry you know that I don't want him."
Hermione still stared into the fire let her head rest on the back of the chair. "Harry, I never said I wanted him. I would never want him. You were the one that I care for, but if you want us to stop seeing each other..." Her voice creaked as she tried to stay calm.
Harry got up off of the stairs and slowly walked over to Hermione. When he came around the chair Hermione looked down not allowing herself to look into his beautiful eyes. A single tear trailed down her cheek. He kneeled in front of her and gently brushed away her tear. His hand lingered on her cheek, and slowly cupped it in his palm. She gently lend into his touch and closed her eyes willing herself not to lose control. "Hermione, you have been and always will be the only one I will love. If you ever question that, then come to me and I will show you that you were wrong."
Hermione opened her eyes slowly letting herself fall into his gaze. "Hermione, does it not bother you that you will be targeted? You know as well as any one else that there are certain sacrifices to being my friend, and by being my girlfriend the threat only increases..."
Hermione stopped him in mid sentence. "Harry, I already am targeted by Voldemort. The school already scrutinizes me for being your girlfriend. I am not scared. I am willing to take the risk. I would do any thing to be with you...Anything."
Harry smiled up at her. "You know this afternoon you were killing me flirting with Ron like that. You were putting out all the stops, and I was trying my best to stop it, but you are good. You even got me looking at you and I was suppose to be mad."
Hermione started to laugh, yet she said slyly "Well, there is only one way to stop me from showing my affection to all other guys you know."
A giant smile graced Harry's face at this. Harry switched his position so that he was kneeling on one knee, and he took both of her hands.
Hermione started to chuckle at his action asking playful. "So you are going to propose now?"
Harry laughed taking her hand and kissed it. "Hermione Granger would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend."
Hermione smiled as she rapped her arms around him whispering into his ear, "Yes. Yes. Yes I will be your girlfriend. Did you even have to ask?"
Harry finally got up, and took Hermione with him. They stayed in each other's embrace until they broke apart. There eyes meet and they were lost in each other. Harry lend down slowly and passionately let his lips embrace hers. She closed her eyes in exultation, and let her arms weave around his neck. Harry's lips gently tugged on hers, and Hermione willingly mimicked his loving show of affection. Harry's arms worked there way to her back. He caressed her gently seeking the warm of her body.
He had been waiting his whole life for this love; the love that would only come from one close to you. She had never pitied him. Hermione loved him for who he was inside not what his name instilled. She was everything he ever wanted, and he loved her for that.
He ran his tongue down the line of her lips asking for acceptance, and Hermione gladly accepted. As the kiss deepened, their pulse raced. She could even feel his beating heart through his robs. There hearts had become one as they tighten there grip on each other.
Hermione lightly kissed him again, and let her head fall. She laid her head on his shoulder as he lend his head on hers. Hermione's energy was giving out on her, and she let her whole body rest against his strong physic.
Harry held on to her tight noticing her fatigue. He went down not letting her head drop from his side and picked up her legs. He cradled her in his arms like he did only a month before hand, and kissed her forehead as it stayed rested on his shoulder. Yet this time he did not want to let her go. He did not want to take her to her room. He wanted her to stay with him. He wanted her to be with him.
He sat on the couch near by and kept her in his arm. Hermione still had her arms around his neck, yet her eyes were closed. She spoke softly in his chest. "I love you... Harry."
Harry smiled softly down on her and kissed the top of her head again. "I love you too Hermione."
As Hermione fell asleep in his arms, Harry gazed lovingly down on her until his own energy ran out on him. He laid his head back on the couch and feel asleep never letting go of his Mione'.
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I hope you like. It's not my best, but just wait. :)
Oh yeah, your question about Nagini is going to be answered soon in the next couple of chapters. I have not forgot about her, but he did :).
Monday
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J K Rowling and Warner brothers.
Editor: Bob Martin
The Boy Who Lived Again: Metamorphose II
Chapter 4: Deja Vu
Harry sat in his bed pondering all that went on today. He knew that he could trust Hermione, but ever since they had become close he stared to mistrust everyone else. He was starting to become paranoid about her safety. He wanted her near him all the time. He needed her, but why had she acted the way she did when Ron was mentioned. Could she like Ron? Could Hermione be more interested in him? He had never asked her about her feeling about him, and now he was starting to doubt her feeling all together.
The whole wizard community had thought they were together once, and that caused Hermione to become alienated by the society. Now if they were really a couple, she could be brought to more public scrutiny, as well as danger from the Death Eaters.
'Could she not want to be with him because of this?'
Harry started scrutinizing his own reaction. There were not any death eaters here to protect her from just Ron. Yet, Ron was the one guy that threatened to change their whole way of life. With Ron's assumption that Hermione liked him, Ron was roughening the relationship with the one woman that Harry had ever loved. Now that he had not asked her to be his girlfriend, she was still free to be with anyone. But he did want her to be happy, even if it cost him his own happiness.
Ron came into the dorm after his date whistling. He seemed to be in a very good mood causing Harry to become even more maul tempered.
Harry covered himself up with his blankets and pretended he was asleep. He could not take hearing all the details of his 'date'. He did not want to know about what went on, and right now, Harry could not take Ron bragging about his new girlfriend.
He lay there until Ron got to bed himself. Harry was not a bite tired, yet he could not let himself move for fear of Ron hearing him. This caused his mind to work over time. 'Could Hermione really have been that mad at him? I thought she loved me?'.
Ron's breathing finally came to a nice rhythm of sleep, and Harry decided it was time to get out of there. He quickly rolled out of bed, and got his invisibility cloak out of his trunk. He could spend another minute in that house.
*
Hermione sat in front of the roaring fire in the common room. It was close to midnight, and she sat all alone in her large armchair. She had not moved from this location since she got back to the common room. She had a large book propped in her hands, but she was not reading it, rather the dancing flames were hypnotizing her. She stared into the beautiful ballet of the fire allowing her eyes to reflect its movements. Its glow lit up her face causing her hair to turn reddish hews.
Hermione allowed herself to be lulled from her stressed state. She hated being mad at Harry. She knew that she had over reacted, but Harry should not have reacted like he did too. She just thought, 'This would have never happened if we had decided to become a couple'. She hated the way that all the girls at Hogwarts always drooled over him like he was just something on display. This was Harry... Her Harry that would do anything for her.
She did not want to think about all the alternatives. She moved her legs so that they would be underneath her. She let her eyes refocus on her book that was sitting in front of her.
Light footsteps came from the spiral staircase behind her. She turned around in the great big chair to see who had come down to find a very surprised dark haired gentleman.
When Harry stopped at the bottom of the stairs to put on his invisibility cloak, he noticed he was not alone. His face went white as he found the one girl he was trying to run from sitting right in front of him.
Hermione turned back in her chair appearing unaffected by Harry's sudden appearance. As she turned the page of her book, she stayed silent trying to seem as calm as possible.
Harry decided to break the awkward silence. "Why do we always seem to meet like this?" He tried to smile, but his nervous domineer caused him just too look awkward.
Hermione just turned the next page in her book and said monotony, "You can go. I want stop you."
Harry picked up his cloak that had fallen on the floor from his shock. "No, I was not planning to go anywhere." Harry lied.
Hermione picked up on this and said calmly, "Then why did you bring your invisibility cloak."
Harry was silent. He did not know what to say. He did not know what to do. He had been in many fights with Hermione, but never had she been so calm. He was lost. The only thing that he knew of to do was to talk to her, and even after spending weeks just talking to this same girl, he could not think of a good way of going about it. He needed to know what she was thinking, and there were no one else that could help him now.
He sat on the stairs not letting himself get any closer. He put his cloak under his arm and began saying the first thing that came out. "I brought my invisibility cloak so that I could get away, but now that you are here I don't want to leave. I need to tell you something..." Harry paused trying to word everything right. "I have been thinking. I know that they are lot of sacrifices that come with being my girlfriend, and if you are happier with Ron then... I am ok with that..."
Harry's words got stuck in his throat. He could not bring himself to say any more causing a long silence to instill. Harry tried to muster up some more courage to go on, but he could not think of anything to say.
Out of the silence came the soft whisper from behind the chair. "I told him no." The high back chair caused Hermione voice to seem to come from everywhere as it echoed off the walls.
Harry grappled over what she said. What was the question? Then it hit him, and he stated. "You did." Harry's heart race with the good news, but he too tried to stay calm. "What did you tell him?"
"I told him I could not go out with him tomorrow. He just needs to get use to not getting his way. I don't want to lose him as a friend, but Harry you know that I don't want him."
Hermione still stared into the fire let her head rest on the back of the chair. "Harry, I never said I wanted him. I would never want him. You were the one that I care for, but if you want us to stop seeing each other..." Her voice creaked as she tried to stay calm.
Harry got up off of the stairs and slowly walked over to Hermione. When he came around the chair Hermione looked down not allowing herself to look into his beautiful eyes. A single tear trailed down her cheek. He kneeled in front of her and gently brushed away her tear. His hand lingered on her cheek, and slowly cupped it in his palm. She gently lend into his touch and closed her eyes willing herself not to lose control. "Hermione, you have been and always will be the only one I will love. If you ever question that, then come to me and I will show you that you were wrong."
Hermione opened her eyes slowly letting herself fall into his gaze. "Hermione, does it not bother you that you will be targeted? You know as well as any one else that there are certain sacrifices to being my friend, and by being my girlfriend the threat only increases..."
Hermione stopped him in mid sentence. "Harry, I already am targeted by Voldemort. The school already scrutinizes me for being your girlfriend. I am not scared. I am willing to take the risk. I would do any thing to be with you...Anything."
Harry smiled up at her. "You know this afternoon you were killing me flirting with Ron like that. You were putting out all the stops, and I was trying my best to stop it, but you are good. You even got me looking at you and I was suppose to be mad."
Hermione started to laugh, yet she said slyly "Well, there is only one way to stop me from showing my affection to all other guys you know."
A giant smile graced Harry's face at this. Harry switched his position so that he was kneeling on one knee, and he took both of her hands.
Hermione started to chuckle at his action asking playful. "So you are going to propose now?"
Harry laughed taking her hand and kissed it. "Hermione Granger would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend."
Hermione smiled as she rapped her arms around him whispering into his ear, "Yes. Yes. Yes I will be your girlfriend. Did you even have to ask?"
Harry finally got up, and took Hermione with him. They stayed in each other's embrace until they broke apart. There eyes meet and they were lost in each other. Harry lend down slowly and passionately let his lips embrace hers. She closed her eyes in exultation, and let her arms weave around his neck. Harry's lips gently tugged on hers, and Hermione willingly mimicked his loving show of affection. Harry's arms worked there way to her back. He caressed her gently seeking the warm of her body.
He had been waiting his whole life for this love; the love that would only come from one close to you. She had never pitied him. Hermione loved him for who he was inside not what his name instilled. She was everything he ever wanted, and he loved her for that.
He ran his tongue down the line of her lips asking for acceptance, and Hermione gladly accepted. As the kiss deepened, their pulse raced. She could even feel his beating heart through his robs. There hearts had become one as they tighten there grip on each other.
Hermione lightly kissed him again, and let her head fall. She laid her head on his shoulder as he lend his head on hers. Hermione's energy was giving out on her, and she let her whole body rest against his strong physic.
Harry held on to her tight noticing her fatigue. He went down not letting her head drop from his side and picked up her legs. He cradled her in his arms like he did only a month before hand, and kissed her forehead as it stayed rested on his shoulder. Yet this time he did not want to let her go. He did not want to take her to her room. He wanted her to stay with him. He wanted her to be with him.
He sat on the couch near by and kept her in his arm. Hermione still had her arms around his neck, yet her eyes were closed. She spoke softly in his chest. "I love you... Harry."
Harry smiled softly down on her and kissed the top of her head again. "I love you too Hermione."
As Hermione fell asleep in his arms, Harry gazed lovingly down on her until his own energy ran out on him. He laid his head back on the couch and feel asleep never letting go of his Mione'.
*
I hope you like. It's not my best, but just wait. :)
Oh yeah, your question about Nagini is going to be answered soon in the next couple of chapters. I have not forgot about her, but he did :).
Monday