I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER! There, now I've said it- on with the story.
Chapter 2
The rest of the story you know. Or at least, will know, when the seven Harry Potter books are completed. The next year we had the Triwizard Tournament (yea, she got the year for that one wrong too). I went to the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum, while Ron went with Padma.
Ron got upset with me, although I had no idea why. He began to detach himself from me, until we eventually called a truce near the end of the year. He was still different though. He wasn't his normal self around me, and he didn't return to normal until the middle of the summer, when Viktor and I broke up.
He still hated Krum though. Harry and I were staying at the Burrow that summer, and one night Ron had a nightmare about Krum and I. He began to thrash around, and punched randomly in his sleep, giving Harry a nasty bruise above his right eye.
Our sixth year at Hogwarts I'm sure you've already heard about. Ron and I became legendary for our practical jokes and tricks. I was still a studious straight A student, but I found that jokes were a great way to get revenge.
Like the time when I locked Ron in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, because he had made fun of my studying habits. And when Ron locked me in her bathroom, telling Myrtle that I had called her ugly, just because I had locked him in. And when the two of us locked Malfoy in the bathroom, telling Myrtle that he had a crush on her, because he had gotten us in trouble with Snape.
Then there was the time we used my connections with the house- elves to turn all of Slytherin's food sour. I knew that S.P.E.W. would come in handy one day!
Fred and George, who desperately needed to be put under control, were given a dose of their own medicine during our fifth year. They gave Ron a mint that made his feet nearly 6 feet long- each! So, we "borrowed" some of their candy, and returned it to them- without their knowledge. They had no idea that they had made the taffy we gave them- the taffy that turned them purple for weeks.
However, I believe it was Harry and Ginny who got the worst of our tricks. Harry liked someone, but he wouldn't tell us who, so we put something in his drink that would make him freeze when he saw her. Ginny took a sip without our knowledge, and when they turned and looked at each other they froze- in the middle of the Great Hall. Not that either of them really minded- they've been going out ever since.
In our seventh year, Ron and I were sitting in the Gryffindor common room, fighting about duct tape (don't ask) when we were suddenly popped out of the common room and into the dark forest. I remember looking around me, absolutely terrified, and noticing that Harry was there too. That's when I felt we'd be ok, because the three of us were together. Voldemort had summoned us there, to try and get rid of us for good.
Harry tried to distract him, by using every spell he could think of. Ron risked his life, nearly being killed, by stealing and breaking Voldemort's wand. Then the three of us got together, and uttered the same spell at the same time. Our combined power took Voldemort out, for good. I'd go into more detail about that fateful night, but I'm sure you have heard the story of Voldemort's end. If you haven't, there's a section on it in Hogwarts: A History.
Ron was severely injured. It was my turn to sit at the end of the hospital bed. I began to sleep in the hospital wing, and I spent as much time in there as humanly possible. Or at least, as much as Madame Pomfrey would let me.
My seventh year at Hogwarts holds some horrible memories for me. The night we fought Voldemort, I saw things that no one should ever see- things that will give me nightmares for the rest of my life.
My seventh year also holds my best, fondest memory. One night, after Ron recovered, we were sitting in the common room. It was really quiet, since most students had gone to bed, so I summoned up a muggle radio. It began playing the song Hero by Enrique Iglesias.
I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away
I started to laugh.
"What's so funny?" Ron demanded.
"It's just that this song is so cheesy- no guy really feels like this."
Ron turned to look at me. "'Mione, you take my breath away."
I looked at him and laughed. "You're funny, you know that?"
"I wish I were your hero." He muttered. I was going to laugh again, when I realized that he was serious.
"You already are, Ron."
"Really?" I nodded.
"Forever?"
"Fore- " I was cut off when his lips touched mine. He began to kiss me, softly at first, but more deeply as the kiss went on. To my surprise, I kissed him back. And when I did, it came back. The memory of what had happened on the giant chessboard between Ron and I. The memory that I had been missing for three years.
I began to cry, apologizing for putting him through three years of hell, but he put his finger on my lips to silence me. Then he kissed me again, and that matter was settled.
That was the same year I turned Rita Skeeter back into a human (when I found out that she could transfigure herself into a bug I put a charm on her, making her unable to change back to her original form), and she began to write the Harry Potter books. I'm guessing that many of you, in shock or surprise, just reread that last sentence. I know what you're thinking- 'Mione's gone mad- Rita Skeeter didn't write the Harry Potter books! Didn't you know? Rita changed her name to J. K. Rowling, to get rid of her bad reputation, I suppose.
Oh- and that quirky little Ron kid I mentioned earlier? That's my son. One of five already, and the family's still growing. He's a miniature version of his daddy, who's an irresistable, big, quirky, overgrown child, with amazing red hair and the most adorable smile. In fact, everything about him is adorable. Even the fact that his older brothers still insist on calling him ickle Ronniekins.
I know- it was short. I wasn't planning on adding to it, but I will if you want me to- which would mean you HAVE TO REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE, r/r!!! Tell me what you thought about it! =) - and don't try to deny that face.
Chapter 2
The rest of the story you know. Or at least, will know, when the seven Harry Potter books are completed. The next year we had the Triwizard Tournament (yea, she got the year for that one wrong too). I went to the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum, while Ron went with Padma.
Ron got upset with me, although I had no idea why. He began to detach himself from me, until we eventually called a truce near the end of the year. He was still different though. He wasn't his normal self around me, and he didn't return to normal until the middle of the summer, when Viktor and I broke up.
He still hated Krum though. Harry and I were staying at the Burrow that summer, and one night Ron had a nightmare about Krum and I. He began to thrash around, and punched randomly in his sleep, giving Harry a nasty bruise above his right eye.
Our sixth year at Hogwarts I'm sure you've already heard about. Ron and I became legendary for our practical jokes and tricks. I was still a studious straight A student, but I found that jokes were a great way to get revenge.
Like the time when I locked Ron in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, because he had made fun of my studying habits. And when Ron locked me in her bathroom, telling Myrtle that I had called her ugly, just because I had locked him in. And when the two of us locked Malfoy in the bathroom, telling Myrtle that he had a crush on her, because he had gotten us in trouble with Snape.
Then there was the time we used my connections with the house- elves to turn all of Slytherin's food sour. I knew that S.P.E.W. would come in handy one day!
Fred and George, who desperately needed to be put under control, were given a dose of their own medicine during our fifth year. They gave Ron a mint that made his feet nearly 6 feet long- each! So, we "borrowed" some of their candy, and returned it to them- without their knowledge. They had no idea that they had made the taffy we gave them- the taffy that turned them purple for weeks.
However, I believe it was Harry and Ginny who got the worst of our tricks. Harry liked someone, but he wouldn't tell us who, so we put something in his drink that would make him freeze when he saw her. Ginny took a sip without our knowledge, and when they turned and looked at each other they froze- in the middle of the Great Hall. Not that either of them really minded- they've been going out ever since.
In our seventh year, Ron and I were sitting in the Gryffindor common room, fighting about duct tape (don't ask) when we were suddenly popped out of the common room and into the dark forest. I remember looking around me, absolutely terrified, and noticing that Harry was there too. That's when I felt we'd be ok, because the three of us were together. Voldemort had summoned us there, to try and get rid of us for good.
Harry tried to distract him, by using every spell he could think of. Ron risked his life, nearly being killed, by stealing and breaking Voldemort's wand. Then the three of us got together, and uttered the same spell at the same time. Our combined power took Voldemort out, for good. I'd go into more detail about that fateful night, but I'm sure you have heard the story of Voldemort's end. If you haven't, there's a section on it in Hogwarts: A History.
Ron was severely injured. It was my turn to sit at the end of the hospital bed. I began to sleep in the hospital wing, and I spent as much time in there as humanly possible. Or at least, as much as Madame Pomfrey would let me.
My seventh year at Hogwarts holds some horrible memories for me. The night we fought Voldemort, I saw things that no one should ever see- things that will give me nightmares for the rest of my life.
My seventh year also holds my best, fondest memory. One night, after Ron recovered, we were sitting in the common room. It was really quiet, since most students had gone to bed, so I summoned up a muggle radio. It began playing the song Hero by Enrique Iglesias.
I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away
I started to laugh.
"What's so funny?" Ron demanded.
"It's just that this song is so cheesy- no guy really feels like this."
Ron turned to look at me. "'Mione, you take my breath away."
I looked at him and laughed. "You're funny, you know that?"
"I wish I were your hero." He muttered. I was going to laugh again, when I realized that he was serious.
"You already are, Ron."
"Really?" I nodded.
"Forever?"
"Fore- " I was cut off when his lips touched mine. He began to kiss me, softly at first, but more deeply as the kiss went on. To my surprise, I kissed him back. And when I did, it came back. The memory of what had happened on the giant chessboard between Ron and I. The memory that I had been missing for three years.
I began to cry, apologizing for putting him through three years of hell, but he put his finger on my lips to silence me. Then he kissed me again, and that matter was settled.
That was the same year I turned Rita Skeeter back into a human (when I found out that she could transfigure herself into a bug I put a charm on her, making her unable to change back to her original form), and she began to write the Harry Potter books. I'm guessing that many of you, in shock or surprise, just reread that last sentence. I know what you're thinking- 'Mione's gone mad- Rita Skeeter didn't write the Harry Potter books! Didn't you know? Rita changed her name to J. K. Rowling, to get rid of her bad reputation, I suppose.
Oh- and that quirky little Ron kid I mentioned earlier? That's my son. One of five already, and the family's still growing. He's a miniature version of his daddy, who's an irresistable, big, quirky, overgrown child, with amazing red hair and the most adorable smile. In fact, everything about him is adorable. Even the fact that his older brothers still insist on calling him ickle Ronniekins.
I know- it was short. I wasn't planning on adding to it, but I will if you want me to- which would mean you HAVE TO REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE, r/r!!! Tell me what you thought about it! =) - and don't try to deny that face.