Near Imperfection- Chapter Two: To Take it Upon Yourself
By: Jade Maxwell
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form. Making no
money off of it either!
Warning: Cho/Hermione fem slash and hints at Hermione/Ginny (Pansy/Hermione
as well), hints at Draco/Harry slash, angst, ooc, and sap basically. Sexual
Themes in this chapter.
Notes: I was doing a search for Cho/Hermione/Cho fem slash and found no
stories so this will be my second one. The first one I wrote was odd titled
'Fulfilling Nothing'. I was listening to Journey and the Queen of the
Damned soundtrack while I wrote this chapter if it explains the mood.
Summary: Hermione in her seventh year is being drowned with her new
workload, as well as being a Perfect. What does she do when she finds out
her best friend, Harry, is seeing another man and that man is Draco Malfoy:
archival and son of a Death Eater? And she can't tell anyone for his sake
and Draco's sake. The pressure is on and then a most unexpected person
helps her through it...or does she add more pressure?
More Notes: "Talking"
: Thinking :
Writing
-- Readng --
Time to worry and complain later, now is your life, so try and live...
Or so I keep on telling myself. The time is now 7:46 PM. Dinner was uneventful, except Harry kept sneaking glances over at the Slytherin table. Not that I wasn't doing the same thing, but it was still interesting, if not creepy that there was something we both found intriguing there. Ron keeps hinting at liking me, same for Seamus, Dean (who is quite the most adorable of them all), Neville, and even string bean Colin. Did I mention how much men get on my nerves recently?
Still have to talk to Harry, but if my instincts are right then that will have to wait till tomorrow to have enough time. Ginny was busy with work, so maybe she'll be busy for the rest of the night...
Speaking of that certain redhead, I need to stop this "thing" between us! I fear that she's about to become clingy and possessive. Oh, it's taken 10 minutes just to write this little; I really am out of it!
Well, got to get ready for this "date" with Pansy! Should prove to be interesting.
Hermione slammed the book shut and tossed it under her pillow haphazardly. Then jumped from behind her curtains to find Lavender was digging through her notes on her own bed. She smiled thinly and ran a hand through her hair angrily, knotting it all up in one tangle. "Having difficulties, Lav?" Hermione asked softly. Lavender's head shot back up, and she ran a hand over her face in aggravation. Smearing blue-purple ink down in five streaks. Looking much like she had scratched her face and bruised it.
"Oh no, I'm fine! Just gotta..." then she started to mumble to herself about her work. With a shrug, Hermione excused herself from the dorm room to the Common Room. Which was stranded. : Odd... : Hermione sighed and walked over to the portrait hole. Intent on making her way to the Library to pass away the time. A pair of skinny, pale arms encircled her waist and warm moist lips reached her ear.
"Where you going 'Mione?" Ginny asked almost accusingly. Her normally soothing voice was hoarse.
Without turning around Hermione removed the young woman's arms and opened the portrait hole. Once on the threshold she turned her head and said condescendingly, "What does it matter to you? You don't own me... and don't think you ever will." Then she sauntered out of the room with a flip of her robe. Ignoring the soft sobs coming from the girl. : Didn't know you had such a mean streak Granger. Nice job of disposing of clingy waste though! : Hermione clenched her fists at her sides and kept briskly walking towards the Library. : It had to be done, I know... :
-- A potion that is rare and potent. Used mainly for the most unknown and strange poisons. Not commonly found or made, but usually kept on hand. Two parts of one whole. One is a mixture of weak poisons, making it a very strong and dangerous compound. The other is the antidote itself made of the purest of things. Two people are required to make this particular potion. --
A shadow hovered over her page as Hermione read the ingredients, but she ignored it to read the rest of the potion.
-- If mixed too soon the potion will turn into a sparkly smoke and fall to the ground as a fine glittery substance. If mixed too late it will explode into a pure black and rotten smelling smoke. --
The shadow finally moved and formed into Ron, who sat next to her. His bright eyes squinted into a frown. The Gryffindor young woman sighed and closed her book. He obviously wanted to talk about something and would probably never leave if she didn't want to either. Her eyes moved to the watch around her wrist without her consent and she noticed that she still had 20 minutes till she needed to leave for the Tower. : Why not waste some time away? : "Hello Ron, and what do I owe for your so gracious presence?" Her voice dripped sarcasm and she smiled sardonically.
His sun-tanned neck blossomed red and he scratched at the back of his head. "Well, I was wondering if you could tutor me for Potions. Considering this is our last year and I really need help if I expect to pass Snape's class and all." Ron's blush rushed into his cheeks, almost out doing his hair in its brightness. "And your the smartest person in the Gryffindor House so I figured you would help me somehow..." Someone snickered from behind him and Hermione saw Seamus holding his stomach from silently laughing.
Brown eyes flickered to her watch again and she rose from her chair gracefully. "Maybe tomorrow, but I have studying I need to get done for Arithmancy class and it can't wait until later." She smiled down at him, "Unlike tutoring you, which can wait forever and not mean a thing." She reached a slender hand out to his head and patted much like an older sister would. "Have a goodnight Ron." Seamus finally busted out laughing and Hermione left the Library, feeling faintly sick to her stomach. As if someone had punched her in the gut. Or stabbed a dull, rusty knife into her back, straight through her stomach.
"Bloody hell, Ron, that was funny! Good try, but I believe Seamus won the bet!" Dean's voice followed Hermione out of the room and she knew why she felt so sick. "Boy was that a harsh burn or what? Who knew Hermione could be so cruel!" : Did I mention how much I really am beginning to despise ALL men? : She growled and walked hastily towards the Astronomy Tower. Her anger fueled by her disgust with men in general.
When Hermione reached the Astronomy Tower, she found it empty. There wasn't a breath of life, beside her, there. It wasn't cold, of course it wasn't particularly warm either, but it was nice. There was a whisper of a breeze coming from the windows supporting the telescopes. She sighed; the night had recently become her best friend. So being out here, in the highest tower washed her mind clean of the anger boiling there. She moved towards the nearest window, setting her books on the table under the telescope and she smiled beatifically up at the stars. : Granger, you sure have changed in the past couple years. You snap out at your own friends while you make plans with Slytherins at night and sleep with old friend's younger sisters. : She yawned, removing the smile from her face and leaving her contemplating.
When Pansy opened the door, she was greeted with the sight of the beautiful Gryffindor standing in the window, her curly hair falling against her back as she tilted her head up. The moonlight kissed her face and neck and Pansy couldn't help stare at this magnificent creature standing before her. A swift breeze pulled the door out of her hand, or maybe it was Peeves, and slammed the door closed. Hermione spun around, a hand to her throat and wide brown eyes filled with fear. Quickly she removed the emotions and smiled brightly. Truly feeling the smile deep into her body.
"Parkinson, nice to see you made it," She looked down at her watch and laughed softly. "Right on time, too. Funny I always thought of Slytherins as being the type to be fashionably late everywhere they went." She leaned against the windowsill, her black school robes falling open to reveal the Gryffindor colored tie sitting against her gray school uniform. "It's nice to be wrong ever now and then."
"Glad I please you so, Granger." Pansy bowed her golden head down graciously and then rose, her dark green eyes glinting as mischievously as they had in Potions. "While you only thought we loved to be fashionably late, I know that Gryffindors love to be exceptionally early!" She laughed and moved closer, her black robe brushing the ground behind her with each carefully placed step. "Didn't know if you would actually show up." She whispered once she was close to Hermione's side.
"I always stick to my word, Pansy, do you?" She whispered back and moved in to kiss the succulent lips pursed in a small pout. : Way to go Granger, way to go. :
"Kissing thy lips, brings a small butterfly to my gut, it's whispering wings brushing against the lining of the stomach. This is the way it feels to brush my own winged lips against thee's."
Time to worry and complain later, now is your life, so try and live...
Or so I keep on telling myself. The time is now 7:46 PM. Dinner was uneventful, except Harry kept sneaking glances over at the Slytherin table. Not that I wasn't doing the same thing, but it was still interesting, if not creepy that there was something we both found intriguing there. Ron keeps hinting at liking me, same for Seamus, Dean (who is quite the most adorable of them all), Neville, and even string bean Colin. Did I mention how much men get on my nerves recently?
Still have to talk to Harry, but if my instincts are right then that will have to wait till tomorrow to have enough time. Ginny was busy with work, so maybe she'll be busy for the rest of the night...
Speaking of that certain redhead, I need to stop this "thing" between us! I fear that she's about to become clingy and possessive. Oh, it's taken 10 minutes just to write this little; I really am out of it!
Well, got to get ready for this "date" with Pansy! Should prove to be interesting.
Hermione slammed the book shut and tossed it under her pillow haphazardly. Then jumped from behind her curtains to find Lavender was digging through her notes on her own bed. She smiled thinly and ran a hand through her hair angrily, knotting it all up in one tangle. "Having difficulties, Lav?" Hermione asked softly. Lavender's head shot back up, and she ran a hand over her face in aggravation. Smearing blue-purple ink down in five streaks. Looking much like she had scratched her face and bruised it.
"Oh no, I'm fine! Just gotta..." then she started to mumble to herself about her work. With a shrug, Hermione excused herself from the dorm room to the Common Room. Which was stranded. : Odd... : Hermione sighed and walked over to the portrait hole. Intent on making her way to the Library to pass away the time. A pair of skinny, pale arms encircled her waist and warm moist lips reached her ear.
"Where you going 'Mione?" Ginny asked almost accusingly. Her normally soothing voice was hoarse.
Without turning around Hermione removed the young woman's arms and opened the portrait hole. Once on the threshold she turned her head and said condescendingly, "What does it matter to you? You don't own me... and don't think you ever will." Then she sauntered out of the room with a flip of her robe. Ignoring the soft sobs coming from the girl. : Didn't know you had such a mean streak Granger. Nice job of disposing of clingy waste though! : Hermione clenched her fists at her sides and kept briskly walking towards the Library. : It had to be done, I know... :
-- A potion that is rare and potent. Used mainly for the most unknown and strange poisons. Not commonly found or made, but usually kept on hand. Two parts of one whole. One is a mixture of weak poisons, making it a very strong and dangerous compound. The other is the antidote itself made of the purest of things. Two people are required to make this particular potion. --
A shadow hovered over her page as Hermione read the ingredients, but she ignored it to read the rest of the potion.
-- If mixed too soon the potion will turn into a sparkly smoke and fall to the ground as a fine glittery substance. If mixed too late it will explode into a pure black and rotten smelling smoke. --
The shadow finally moved and formed into Ron, who sat next to her. His bright eyes squinted into a frown. The Gryffindor young woman sighed and closed her book. He obviously wanted to talk about something and would probably never leave if she didn't want to either. Her eyes moved to the watch around her wrist without her consent and she noticed that she still had 20 minutes till she needed to leave for the Tower. : Why not waste some time away? : "Hello Ron, and what do I owe for your so gracious presence?" Her voice dripped sarcasm and she smiled sardonically.
His sun-tanned neck blossomed red and he scratched at the back of his head. "Well, I was wondering if you could tutor me for Potions. Considering this is our last year and I really need help if I expect to pass Snape's class and all." Ron's blush rushed into his cheeks, almost out doing his hair in its brightness. "And your the smartest person in the Gryffindor House so I figured you would help me somehow..." Someone snickered from behind him and Hermione saw Seamus holding his stomach from silently laughing.
Brown eyes flickered to her watch again and she rose from her chair gracefully. "Maybe tomorrow, but I have studying I need to get done for Arithmancy class and it can't wait until later." She smiled down at him, "Unlike tutoring you, which can wait forever and not mean a thing." She reached a slender hand out to his head and patted much like an older sister would. "Have a goodnight Ron." Seamus finally busted out laughing and Hermione left the Library, feeling faintly sick to her stomach. As if someone had punched her in the gut. Or stabbed a dull, rusty knife into her back, straight through her stomach.
"Bloody hell, Ron, that was funny! Good try, but I believe Seamus won the bet!" Dean's voice followed Hermione out of the room and she knew why she felt so sick. "Boy was that a harsh burn or what? Who knew Hermione could be so cruel!" : Did I mention how much I really am beginning to despise ALL men? : She growled and walked hastily towards the Astronomy Tower. Her anger fueled by her disgust with men in general.
When Hermione reached the Astronomy Tower, she found it empty. There wasn't a breath of life, beside her, there. It wasn't cold, of course it wasn't particularly warm either, but it was nice. There was a whisper of a breeze coming from the windows supporting the telescopes. She sighed; the night had recently become her best friend. So being out here, in the highest tower washed her mind clean of the anger boiling there. She moved towards the nearest window, setting her books on the table under the telescope and she smiled beatifically up at the stars. : Granger, you sure have changed in the past couple years. You snap out at your own friends while you make plans with Slytherins at night and sleep with old friend's younger sisters. : She yawned, removing the smile from her face and leaving her contemplating.
When Pansy opened the door, she was greeted with the sight of the beautiful Gryffindor standing in the window, her curly hair falling against her back as she tilted her head up. The moonlight kissed her face and neck and Pansy couldn't help stare at this magnificent creature standing before her. A swift breeze pulled the door out of her hand, or maybe it was Peeves, and slammed the door closed. Hermione spun around, a hand to her throat and wide brown eyes filled with fear. Quickly she removed the emotions and smiled brightly. Truly feeling the smile deep into her body.
"Parkinson, nice to see you made it," She looked down at her watch and laughed softly. "Right on time, too. Funny I always thought of Slytherins as being the type to be fashionably late everywhere they went." She leaned against the windowsill, her black school robes falling open to reveal the Gryffindor colored tie sitting against her gray school uniform. "It's nice to be wrong ever now and then."
"Glad I please you so, Granger." Pansy bowed her golden head down graciously and then rose, her dark green eyes glinting as mischievously as they had in Potions. "While you only thought we loved to be fashionably late, I know that Gryffindors love to be exceptionally early!" She laughed and moved closer, her black robe brushing the ground behind her with each carefully placed step. "Didn't know if you would actually show up." She whispered once she was close to Hermione's side.
"I always stick to my word, Pansy, do you?" She whispered back and moved in to kiss the succulent lips pursed in a small pout. : Way to go Granger, way to go. :
"Kissing thy lips, brings a small butterfly to my gut, it's whispering wings brushing against the lining of the stomach. This is the way it feels to brush my own winged lips against thee's."
