A/N: Yes, I know what you're thinking---Harry brokeup with
Hermione? No way! He just left the COMMON ROOM, silly!
Disclaimer: 2nd chapter!!! LOOK THERE!!!
Chapter 9: The Death Eater and the Love Interest
Harry lie on his bed, wondering what to do. He couldn't leave Hermione; he loved her too much. Instead, he was not talking to her.
But Harry couldn't just start ignoring her. She overpowered him, and she didn't even know it. He couldn't be away from Hermione.
Harry got out of his bed and raced down the stairs, hoping that Hermione hadn't left the common room already.
**********
She hadn't left.
In fact, Hermione had her back on the couch, and she was staring up at the ceiling. She didn't notice that Harry was standing there, and it broke his heart when he saw a tear roll down her cheek.
He went down the rest of the stairs and stepped onto the carpet. Hermione saw him out of the corner of her eye and sat up quickly. Then, as though nothing happened, she put her back down on the couch and resumed how she was.
Harry frowned. He pretty much deserved that; he knew Hermione was probably very upset. Nevertheless, he went up to her and kneeled down to the floor to Hermione's face.
"Er---Hermione?" he said to her, and she looked away from him, anger in her eyes. Yes, he deserved that too.
"I should've never left you---I can't live with you, 'Mione. Please come back to me," he said, and she turned back to him.
"Really?" said Hermione, her eyes very wet. "Because Harry, I'm at the end of my rope, here. If you love me, I'll come running back to you, but if not"---Harry gulped---"I might as well go back home and wait until September 1st to see you again."
Harry smiled. He knew what he was going to say; it was like he had rehearsed this long before.
"Hermione," he said, still smiling. "You know I love you. I've loved you since the first time I ever laid eyes on you. You helped me with everything, and you encouraged me when people talked about me behind my back. Your beauty really amazes me, but the main reason why I keep going"---Harry stopped and his eyes twinkled--- "is because you love me back."
Hermione grinned weakly. Harry was so good at saying these kinds of things. Why did she love him so much?
"Harry," Hermione said, taking his hand. "I love you. Do you love me too?"
Harry forced a laugh.
"How could I not?" And he took Hermione and kissed her gently, thinking about nothing but her. Well, he was thinking about Ron, too, but Harry didn't even want to imagine kissing him.
**********
Ron was in the library, sleeping. He was jolted awake when someone with a very long nail prodded him in the back of the head.
He sat up, saliva coming out of his mouth. He wiped it with his hand hastily and looked around.
"Behind you, darling," said a soft voice, and Ron turned around to see the sorceress wearing bright turquoise robes and 3-inch high heels.
"Oh. What d'you need?" asked Ron, and the sorceress sat down. Her yellow eyes stared at him.
"I sense you are troubled about something," she said in a regular tone.
"Well---yes," Ron told her, and she smiled.
"Do tell," she said, and Ron sighed. He began to tell her everything, all about Harry and Hermione and how he felt about them being together. He knew she most likely already studied his mind, but he went on anyway.
At the end of Ron's talking, the sorceress looked sorry for him.
"You poor boy," she said sadly, patting his hand.
"Of course, I already knew that, but I knew it was best for you to let it out," she said in addition, and her eyes turned purple. Ron's eyebrows scrunched together.
"What're you doing?" he asked, startled. Her eyes turned quickly back to yellow and she laughed at Ron's face.
"When my eyes turn purple it means I am---er---listening; I thought I heard someone outside the library."
Indeed she had. For coming down the hall, walking hand in hand, was Harry and Hermione. They looked in the library and quickly let go of each other when they saw Ron.
"Ron!" Harry gasped, looking like he was having a heart attack.
Ron got up and went to Harry, grinning. He looked happier than ever.
"Hello Harry, Hermione. Shall we go up to the common room and get some rest?" he said, looking at his watch. Harry and Hermione stared at him, hardly daring to believe it.
"Great Scott, look at the time! It's almost midnight! Let's go to bed, Harry, I bet you're exhausted!" Ron exclaimed, and he took Harry's arm and started walking him off. Harry shrugged at Hermione, and she followed.
The sorceress smiled to herself as she snapped a finger.
**********
Ron said the password (pumpkin juice) to the Fat Lady, and the trio stepped in the portrait hole to Gryffindor Tower. Harry wriggled free from Ron and gaped at him next to Hermione.
"What is IupI with you, Ron?" Harry asked breathlessly.
"What d'you mean?" Ron replied, grinning more widely than usual.
"It's just---aren't you mad at me?" questioned Harry. Hermione turned to him, her jaw opened. That was a very stupid thing to say.
"What are you talking about? I'd never be mad at you, Harry!" cried Ron, and before Harry could stop him, Ron hugged him very tightly.
Hermione broke them apart and Ron yawned extensively.
"Well---time for bed! Nighty night, you two!" he said happily, and he dashed up the stairs to the boys' dormitory.
"If you ask me," said Hermione, looking at Harry. "I think that sorceress tampered with his head."
Harry chortled. It was a possibility.
"Why should we care? At least he's not spitting at us," Harry told her, and Hermione grinned.
"Well, goodnight," she said, and she kissed him on the cheek before going up to her bed.
Harry looked up at her longingly, wanting to go with her, but he shook his head and headed up to his own dormitory.
As Harry shut his dormitory door, a Death Eater who had been watching the scene from behind a chair stood up.
"It seems to me," he said to himself with a cold and drawling voice, the voice sounding very familiar. "That Hermione Granger is Harry Potter's love interest."
The Death Eater grinned evilly under his cloak, and a thought hit him.
"The little mudblood better protect herself, or she might be kidnapped."
And as the Death Eater walked out of the Gryffindor common room, he laughed maliciously, knowing that Lord Voldemort would honor him beyond all Death Eaters when he gave him the most useful information he needed to get Harry Potter.
A/N: Dum dum dum---wow this really sucks for Harry!!!
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Disclaimer: 2nd chapter!!! LOOK THERE!!!
Chapter 9: The Death Eater and the Love Interest
Harry lie on his bed, wondering what to do. He couldn't leave Hermione; he loved her too much. Instead, he was not talking to her.
But Harry couldn't just start ignoring her. She overpowered him, and she didn't even know it. He couldn't be away from Hermione.
Harry got out of his bed and raced down the stairs, hoping that Hermione hadn't left the common room already.
**********
She hadn't left.
In fact, Hermione had her back on the couch, and she was staring up at the ceiling. She didn't notice that Harry was standing there, and it broke his heart when he saw a tear roll down her cheek.
He went down the rest of the stairs and stepped onto the carpet. Hermione saw him out of the corner of her eye and sat up quickly. Then, as though nothing happened, she put her back down on the couch and resumed how she was.
Harry frowned. He pretty much deserved that; he knew Hermione was probably very upset. Nevertheless, he went up to her and kneeled down to the floor to Hermione's face.
"Er---Hermione?" he said to her, and she looked away from him, anger in her eyes. Yes, he deserved that too.
"I should've never left you---I can't live with you, 'Mione. Please come back to me," he said, and she turned back to him.
"Really?" said Hermione, her eyes very wet. "Because Harry, I'm at the end of my rope, here. If you love me, I'll come running back to you, but if not"---Harry gulped---"I might as well go back home and wait until September 1st to see you again."
Harry smiled. He knew what he was going to say; it was like he had rehearsed this long before.
"Hermione," he said, still smiling. "You know I love you. I've loved you since the first time I ever laid eyes on you. You helped me with everything, and you encouraged me when people talked about me behind my back. Your beauty really amazes me, but the main reason why I keep going"---Harry stopped and his eyes twinkled--- "is because you love me back."
Hermione grinned weakly. Harry was so good at saying these kinds of things. Why did she love him so much?
"Harry," Hermione said, taking his hand. "I love you. Do you love me too?"
Harry forced a laugh.
"How could I not?" And he took Hermione and kissed her gently, thinking about nothing but her. Well, he was thinking about Ron, too, but Harry didn't even want to imagine kissing him.
**********
Ron was in the library, sleeping. He was jolted awake when someone with a very long nail prodded him in the back of the head.
He sat up, saliva coming out of his mouth. He wiped it with his hand hastily and looked around.
"Behind you, darling," said a soft voice, and Ron turned around to see the sorceress wearing bright turquoise robes and 3-inch high heels.
"Oh. What d'you need?" asked Ron, and the sorceress sat down. Her yellow eyes stared at him.
"I sense you are troubled about something," she said in a regular tone.
"Well---yes," Ron told her, and she smiled.
"Do tell," she said, and Ron sighed. He began to tell her everything, all about Harry and Hermione and how he felt about them being together. He knew she most likely already studied his mind, but he went on anyway.
At the end of Ron's talking, the sorceress looked sorry for him.
"You poor boy," she said sadly, patting his hand.
"Of course, I already knew that, but I knew it was best for you to let it out," she said in addition, and her eyes turned purple. Ron's eyebrows scrunched together.
"What're you doing?" he asked, startled. Her eyes turned quickly back to yellow and she laughed at Ron's face.
"When my eyes turn purple it means I am---er---listening; I thought I heard someone outside the library."
Indeed she had. For coming down the hall, walking hand in hand, was Harry and Hermione. They looked in the library and quickly let go of each other when they saw Ron.
"Ron!" Harry gasped, looking like he was having a heart attack.
Ron got up and went to Harry, grinning. He looked happier than ever.
"Hello Harry, Hermione. Shall we go up to the common room and get some rest?" he said, looking at his watch. Harry and Hermione stared at him, hardly daring to believe it.
"Great Scott, look at the time! It's almost midnight! Let's go to bed, Harry, I bet you're exhausted!" Ron exclaimed, and he took Harry's arm and started walking him off. Harry shrugged at Hermione, and she followed.
The sorceress smiled to herself as she snapped a finger.
**********
Ron said the password (pumpkin juice) to the Fat Lady, and the trio stepped in the portrait hole to Gryffindor Tower. Harry wriggled free from Ron and gaped at him next to Hermione.
"What is IupI with you, Ron?" Harry asked breathlessly.
"What d'you mean?" Ron replied, grinning more widely than usual.
"It's just---aren't you mad at me?" questioned Harry. Hermione turned to him, her jaw opened. That was a very stupid thing to say.
"What are you talking about? I'd never be mad at you, Harry!" cried Ron, and before Harry could stop him, Ron hugged him very tightly.
Hermione broke them apart and Ron yawned extensively.
"Well---time for bed! Nighty night, you two!" he said happily, and he dashed up the stairs to the boys' dormitory.
"If you ask me," said Hermione, looking at Harry. "I think that sorceress tampered with his head."
Harry chortled. It was a possibility.
"Why should we care? At least he's not spitting at us," Harry told her, and Hermione grinned.
"Well, goodnight," she said, and she kissed him on the cheek before going up to her bed.
Harry looked up at her longingly, wanting to go with her, but he shook his head and headed up to his own dormitory.
As Harry shut his dormitory door, a Death Eater who had been watching the scene from behind a chair stood up.
"It seems to me," he said to himself with a cold and drawling voice, the voice sounding very familiar. "That Hermione Granger is Harry Potter's love interest."
The Death Eater grinned evilly under his cloak, and a thought hit him.
"The little mudblood better protect herself, or she might be kidnapped."
And as the Death Eater walked out of the Gryffindor common room, he laughed maliciously, knowing that Lord Voldemort would honor him beyond all Death Eaters when he gave him the most useful information he needed to get Harry Potter.
A/N: Dum dum dum---wow this really sucks for Harry!!!
Reviewing brings good fortune.