Back in her flat in London, Hermione stared at a picture of her and Harry
at their Hogwarts graduation ceremony. She sighed heavily and lay back on
her couch.
Why didn't he tell me he felt like he was sacrificing his desires to make me happy? It isn't as though I never asked him if he felt like I was keeping him from things he wanted to do.
Hermione rolled over and examined the lint in the carpet angrily. She then stood up and vacuumed furiously.
They're all the same, those men. They say they love you but when it comes down to it all they want to do is play games and go be the hero while we women stay home and make things cozy for them when they return.
She stopped the vacuum cleaner.
What am I thinking? That's not Harry at all. I know he loves me. And I'm so very proud of him for doing what he does with his work. So sometimes I get a little miffed about him playing quidditch all the time. It's a great sport and he loves it. I should let him off the hook...but..what can I do about his being upset with me for fussing over him. I can't help being worried. Voldemort may be gone for good but there are so many of his followers still sneaking around. He can't take them all alone.can he?
As Hermione continued to vacuum her carpet, something unseen was creeping through her bedroom..searching..
On a field outside London:
"I just can't believe she thinks that I shouldn't play quidditch so much!" shouted Harry as he dove for the snitch and missed.
"She's just a woman," chuckled Ron. "She'll get over it. You're the greatest Seeker ever, Harry. She can't expect you to stop practicing" Ron's voice trailed off as he watched Harry desperately dive for the tiny golden snitch and miss again.."cuz right now you look like you need it..."
Harry shot an angry glare at Ron.
"Look, she constantly wants me to spend time with her, visit her, hang around like a lovesick puppy.I just don't have the time to go out of my way every time she wants to see me. My job as an Auror is very important."
"Harry, I hate to say this to you.but you are a lovesick puppy. You can't catch the snitch now to save your own life!" laughed Ron. "Maybe you should go reason with her.it'd help your game."
Harry mumbled something under his breath as he nearly fell off hi broom reaching for the snitch again.
"Harry." Ron urged.
"Grrr..alright, alright. You're right. I'll go. I guess I should've told her before now that something was bothering me. She's very important to me. I do love her, Ron."
Ron rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue. "I know, I know. Get going already so we can play a real game later."
Harry smiled and flew off to London.
So, what do you think, everyone?
Why didn't he tell me he felt like he was sacrificing his desires to make me happy? It isn't as though I never asked him if he felt like I was keeping him from things he wanted to do.
Hermione rolled over and examined the lint in the carpet angrily. She then stood up and vacuumed furiously.
They're all the same, those men. They say they love you but when it comes down to it all they want to do is play games and go be the hero while we women stay home and make things cozy for them when they return.
She stopped the vacuum cleaner.
What am I thinking? That's not Harry at all. I know he loves me. And I'm so very proud of him for doing what he does with his work. So sometimes I get a little miffed about him playing quidditch all the time. It's a great sport and he loves it. I should let him off the hook...but..what can I do about his being upset with me for fussing over him. I can't help being worried. Voldemort may be gone for good but there are so many of his followers still sneaking around. He can't take them all alone.can he?
As Hermione continued to vacuum her carpet, something unseen was creeping through her bedroom..searching..
On a field outside London:
"I just can't believe she thinks that I shouldn't play quidditch so much!" shouted Harry as he dove for the snitch and missed.
"She's just a woman," chuckled Ron. "She'll get over it. You're the greatest Seeker ever, Harry. She can't expect you to stop practicing" Ron's voice trailed off as he watched Harry desperately dive for the tiny golden snitch and miss again.."cuz right now you look like you need it..."
Harry shot an angry glare at Ron.
"Look, she constantly wants me to spend time with her, visit her, hang around like a lovesick puppy.I just don't have the time to go out of my way every time she wants to see me. My job as an Auror is very important."
"Harry, I hate to say this to you.but you are a lovesick puppy. You can't catch the snitch now to save your own life!" laughed Ron. "Maybe you should go reason with her.it'd help your game."
Harry mumbled something under his breath as he nearly fell off hi broom reaching for the snitch again.
"Harry." Ron urged.
"Grrr..alright, alright. You're right. I'll go. I guess I should've told her before now that something was bothering me. She's very important to me. I do love her, Ron."
Ron rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue. "I know, I know. Get going already so we can play a real game later."
Harry smiled and flew off to London.
So, what do you think, everyone?
