A/N: Sorry for the long wait, but I had sooo much to do in the last days... I'll try and write a really long chapter as an excuse...
by the way, I'm a fourteen year old girl from AUSTRIA so please don't be surprised if I make some mistakes...
imagine yourself writing a german story... see what I mean :)
so, the show must go on...
yours faeriegirl
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**Unexpected Feelings**
**Chapter 5 - Happenings**
The next morning, when Hermione woke up, she saw that it was already time for breakfast.
Quickly she scrambled out of bed and grabbed her dress robes.
After hurriedly brushing her teeth and applying some make-up, she stormed out of the girl's dormitories and hurried down the stairs into the common room of the Gryffindor house.
To her surprise, there was another person in the common room.
When the person had heard Hermione coming down the stairs, he had quickly stood up from the armchair he had been sitting in, and smoothened his robes.
It was Fred Weasley...
"Good morning, Hermione." he said, inwardly trying to control himself not to call her Herm, to what he had taken to call her to himself.
"Oh... Fred... good morning to you too." she stuttered.
"I always thought you were one of the first to get to the Great Hall in the morning... not that perfect, ey" Fred looked at her with that certain Fred-Weasley-twinkle in his eyes.
"Well, I'm not as you see." she answered, glaring at him.
"Hey, cool down, lady. No offense. No harm done." he said, grinning.
Hermione just continued glaring, but somehow, his grin made her laugh.
"Hey, what's so funny?" Fred demanded.
Between gasps of laughter, she said: "You!"
Fred put on a fake hurt expression and sighed heavily: "Well, now you've hurt me so much, you'll have to accompany me on my long journey to the Great Hall. Would you take my hand, milady?"
Hermione giggled and stalked over to him, taking his extended arm.
"Of course, my dear sir."
Arm in arm they went down to the Great Hall.
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George was sitting at the breakfast table, but he wasn't really hungry.
he poked around in his food, trying to figure out, where Fred was. Since their first year, they'd always gone to the Great Hall together in the morning.
Suddenly, he heard the door creak and turned around to see who entered...
It were Fred and Hermione. Talking. Laughing. Arm. In. Arm.
He stared at them, as well as Ron and Harry.
"Good morning, fellows. Would one of you make room for milady, please."
Instead of waiting for a reaction, he took Lee by the shoulders and shoved him away.
Then he beckoned Hermione to sit, which she did, giggling and smiling at him.
He let himself down next to her and helped himself to some food.
The twosome started talking and joking again, oblivious to the fact, that the whole Gryffindor table had gone silent and everyone was listening to their conversation.
Slowly, everyone went back to their plates again, leaving only five heads staring at Fred and Hermione: Ron, Harry, George, Ginny and... Angelina.
" 'Good' morning, Angelina..." Fred said, with a murderous look in his deep-brown eyes.
She just turned her head away and continued eating her ham and eggs, blushing deeply.
Hermione just glared at Angelina and buttered her bread.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Hermione didn't know, what was going on.
First, she woke up too late.
Second, she had felt quite happy when she had seen Fred waiting in the common room.
Third, she liked the deep-brown color of Fred's eyes.
Fourth, she had failed the first time to answer a question in History of Magic, because she hadn't been able to concentrate.
And fifth, she hadn't been able to concentrate because of a certain red-headed someone called Fred Weasley.
This was making her feel quite unsure, she hadn't had any kind of relationship.
And she knew that Fred did like her... although she wasn't yet sure how much.
So, she decided to do something about the 'state of things'... and quickly!
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Hermione raced through the corridors trying not to stumble anywhere... she was running away from Filch and his pesky cat, Mrs. Norris.
He had caught her, trying to bewitch Malfoy with some kind of Mud-spell... but instead of splashing on Malfoy, the mud had somehow managed to spill right infront of Filch's office... now she was really in trouble.
But on the other hand she was quite lucky, he hadn't recognized her... and she didn't want that, due to the fact she was prefect and had perfect records...
Suddenly she was pulled into a dark corner and had a hand put over her mouth.
She watched as Filch ran by, wispering something to the stupid cat.
When he had disappeared around the next corner, Hermione tried to struggle herself out of her mystery-attacker's grasp.
But she didn't stand a chance, his arms were too strong.
He took them away from her mouth and slipped them around her waist, Hermione was really starting to panick.
"I-if you don't let go of me right now, I-i-i'll scream and curse you, and... and..." she trailed of fearfully as he spoke: "And how will you do that without a wand? And just imagine... maybe I've cast a Silencing-spell around us..."
She didn't recognize his voice since it was muffled by a warm, cozy scarfe (sp.?).
"What do you want from me???" she asked, irritated and scared... if she only knew who he was, he'd have a detention faster than he could say 'Alohomora'...
Suddenly, his mouth scooped down on her's and entangled their lips in a gentle kiss.
"Oh, I've been wanting to do that for so long, Hermione..."
She was to startled to speak, pushed herself out of his now loose grip and ran away... she didn't even bother to look at his face, she was too frightened to know who he was...
After she was gone, the figure stepped out of the shadows and looked after her sorrowly...
"Why do you always have to be so stupid... now she probably will hate you, if you tell her about your feelings... you're such a twit!"
Yelling at himself, the young man started off in direction of the Great Hall.
When he was gone, suddenly another person slurked out of one of the dark corners... Angelina Johnson.
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A/N: So, what do you think... I would be very happy if you would review and tell me, who you think the 'mystery-attacker' was...
by the way, I'm sorry it took me so long, but my mom didn't allow me to go on the computer for yuite a while now... well, pleaze review...
Yours FaerieGirl
by the way, I'm a fourteen year old girl from AUSTRIA so please don't be surprised if I make some mistakes...
imagine yourself writing a german story... see what I mean :)
so, the show must go on...
yours faeriegirl
* * * * * * * * * * * *
**Unexpected Feelings**
**Chapter 5 - Happenings**
The next morning, when Hermione woke up, she saw that it was already time for breakfast.
Quickly she scrambled out of bed and grabbed her dress robes.
After hurriedly brushing her teeth and applying some make-up, she stormed out of the girl's dormitories and hurried down the stairs into the common room of the Gryffindor house.
To her surprise, there was another person in the common room.
When the person had heard Hermione coming down the stairs, he had quickly stood up from the armchair he had been sitting in, and smoothened his robes.
It was Fred Weasley...
"Good morning, Hermione." he said, inwardly trying to control himself not to call her Herm, to what he had taken to call her to himself.
"Oh... Fred... good morning to you too." she stuttered.
"I always thought you were one of the first to get to the Great Hall in the morning... not that perfect, ey" Fred looked at her with that certain Fred-Weasley-twinkle in his eyes.
"Well, I'm not as you see." she answered, glaring at him.
"Hey, cool down, lady. No offense. No harm done." he said, grinning.
Hermione just continued glaring, but somehow, his grin made her laugh.
"Hey, what's so funny?" Fred demanded.
Between gasps of laughter, she said: "You!"
Fred put on a fake hurt expression and sighed heavily: "Well, now you've hurt me so much, you'll have to accompany me on my long journey to the Great Hall. Would you take my hand, milady?"
Hermione giggled and stalked over to him, taking his extended arm.
"Of course, my dear sir."
Arm in arm they went down to the Great Hall.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
George was sitting at the breakfast table, but he wasn't really hungry.
he poked around in his food, trying to figure out, where Fred was. Since their first year, they'd always gone to the Great Hall together in the morning.
Suddenly, he heard the door creak and turned around to see who entered...
It were Fred and Hermione. Talking. Laughing. Arm. In. Arm.
He stared at them, as well as Ron and Harry.
"Good morning, fellows. Would one of you make room for milady, please."
Instead of waiting for a reaction, he took Lee by the shoulders and shoved him away.
Then he beckoned Hermione to sit, which she did, giggling and smiling at him.
He let himself down next to her and helped himself to some food.
The twosome started talking and joking again, oblivious to the fact, that the whole Gryffindor table had gone silent and everyone was listening to their conversation.
Slowly, everyone went back to their plates again, leaving only five heads staring at Fred and Hermione: Ron, Harry, George, Ginny and... Angelina.
" 'Good' morning, Angelina..." Fred said, with a murderous look in his deep-brown eyes.
She just turned her head away and continued eating her ham and eggs, blushing deeply.
Hermione just glared at Angelina and buttered her bread.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Hermione didn't know, what was going on.
First, she woke up too late.
Second, she had felt quite happy when she had seen Fred waiting in the common room.
Third, she liked the deep-brown color of Fred's eyes.
Fourth, she had failed the first time to answer a question in History of Magic, because she hadn't been able to concentrate.
And fifth, she hadn't been able to concentrate because of a certain red-headed someone called Fred Weasley.
This was making her feel quite unsure, she hadn't had any kind of relationship.
And she knew that Fred did like her... although she wasn't yet sure how much.
So, she decided to do something about the 'state of things'... and quickly!
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Hermione raced through the corridors trying not to stumble anywhere... she was running away from Filch and his pesky cat, Mrs. Norris.
He had caught her, trying to bewitch Malfoy with some kind of Mud-spell... but instead of splashing on Malfoy, the mud had somehow managed to spill right infront of Filch's office... now she was really in trouble.
But on the other hand she was quite lucky, he hadn't recognized her... and she didn't want that, due to the fact she was prefect and had perfect records...
Suddenly she was pulled into a dark corner and had a hand put over her mouth.
She watched as Filch ran by, wispering something to the stupid cat.
When he had disappeared around the next corner, Hermione tried to struggle herself out of her mystery-attacker's grasp.
But she didn't stand a chance, his arms were too strong.
He took them away from her mouth and slipped them around her waist, Hermione was really starting to panick.
"I-if you don't let go of me right now, I-i-i'll scream and curse you, and... and..." she trailed of fearfully as he spoke: "And how will you do that without a wand? And just imagine... maybe I've cast a Silencing-spell around us..."
She didn't recognize his voice since it was muffled by a warm, cozy scarfe (sp.?).
"What do you want from me???" she asked, irritated and scared... if she only knew who he was, he'd have a detention faster than he could say 'Alohomora'...
Suddenly, his mouth scooped down on her's and entangled their lips in a gentle kiss.
"Oh, I've been wanting to do that for so long, Hermione..."
She was to startled to speak, pushed herself out of his now loose grip and ran away... she didn't even bother to look at his face, she was too frightened to know who he was...
After she was gone, the figure stepped out of the shadows and looked after her sorrowly...
"Why do you always have to be so stupid... now she probably will hate you, if you tell her about your feelings... you're such a twit!"
Yelling at himself, the young man started off in direction of the Great Hall.
When he was gone, suddenly another person slurked out of one of the dark corners... Angelina Johnson.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
A/N: So, what do you think... I would be very happy if you would review and tell me, who you think the 'mystery-attacker' was...
by the way, I'm sorry it took me so long, but my mom didn't allow me to go on the computer for yuite a while now... well, pleaze review...
Yours FaerieGirl