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rowling. Blah blah blah. You get the gist.
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Thank you's
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holy heck there are a lot of them! Since there were seriously about 20 reviews since I last updated. . .im going to say thank you sooooo much, all of you. If I wrote down everything, then it would probably take up 2 pages. So, thanks to all of you who reviewed and critiqued. I'll keep everything that was told to me in mind.
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A/N: did I give a long enough cliffie? Hehehehe. Ok, sorry bout that. I had some wicked bad writer's block. I'm over it now though. . . this chapter is supposed to be really transitional, and I wasn't very sure how to write it. Hehehe, ok, on with the chapter then, eh?
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Chapter 6
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Hermione opened her eyes slowly, squinting at the light poring in from the open window on the other side of the room. She rubbed her eyes automatically and glanced to the bed next to her. Draco was gone. She wasn't sure if this was supposed to make her feel relief or disappointment.
Madame Pomfrey suddenly bustled into the room, "Ah, you're awake I see. Here, drink this."
Hermione sat up in the bed a little shocked that her back felt completely fine. She took the vile of liquid that the nurse held out to her and drank it down with a look of bitter disgust.
"There you are then, you're free to go now," Madame Pomfrey announced.
Hermione looked up at her relieved and silently slipped out of the bed to change into some real clothes.
She came out from behind the curtain a few minutes later with a look of utter comfort on her face.
Madame Pomfrey gave her a sympathetic look as Hermione passed her. She shrugged it off and left the infirmary.
As she walked through the halls, she noticed people giving her strange looks from every corner. She sped up her walk into a slow jog, trying to get away from all the stares. As she came around a corner she slammed into Professor Dumbledore himself.
He was a little surprised, as was she, "erm. . .sorry professor," she apologized.
Professor Dumbledore's light blue eyes twinkled as he smiled at her, "Ah, just the lady I wanted to see. Follow me, please, Miss Granger."
Hermione followed him wondering what was going on.
"I have received a tip from an anonymous friend that you enjoy the piano, correct?" he asked.
Hermione nodded slowly.
The old professor smiled slightly, "Very well. I thought that maybe if you were to play one, it might take your mind off of. . .recent events."
Hermione looked up at him and smiled questionably, "we have a piano here?" she asked him.
"Of course we do. What with Beethoven being the most renowned wizard musicians the world has ever seen. . .it would be an injustice if we didn't have a piano here," he mused.
They rounded another corner and Hermione found herself in a corridor she had never seen before. Dumbledore walked down the hall rather briskly for a man of his age, so much that Hermione had to fight to keep up.
She then followed him into a classroom. There in front of her, standing in all its glory was the most beautiful grand piano she had ever seen, "Amazing. . ." she trailed off.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled lightly, "I'll leave you here now," and with that he turned with a flourish and walked out of the room.
Hermione stared at the piano in awe. She walked over to it and sat down on the cool bench that stood before it. She fingered one of the ivory keys with a profound delicacy and then gently pressed down upon it.
The noise was grandiose and beautiful. Smiling, she placed her remaining fingers over other keys and began playing. The chords rang through the silent room beautifully, sweeping everything that could hear with a passion that nothing else could fulfill.
Her eyes watered as she played, but she continued anyways, blinking back the tears. Suddenly, she felt a hand upon her shoulder.
She looked up, startled, "Ron!"
He smiled at her solemnly, "Hey Mione."
She looked at him inquisitively, "How did you know I was here?" she asked.
"Marauder's map," was his answer, pausing before he continued, "Hermione, what happened last night?"
Hermione shrugged, "Nothing, Ron, I'm fine."
Ron shook his head, "No, you aren't, Herm. . .who gave you those scars? They were. . .horrible."
She glanced away not wanting to speak, knowing that if she told him it would only hurt him and make him angry, "You would be angry if I told you, Ron. . .just forget about it."
He was a stubborn one though. He shook his head again, rather defiantly, "Hermione, I know something is going on with you."
She lifted her gaze up to him, "You shouldn't worry about me so much, Ron. I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself," she told him blatantly.
"What I walked in on last night was reason enough to worry, Hermione. You're my friend, I'm supposed to worry about you" he explained.
Hermione didn't say anything in response; she only looked toward the piano, her fingers aching to play it again.
Ron must have noticed her gaze, because he finally gave up on the subject, "Play something for me," he requested, nudging her a little.
Hermione smiled at him, relieved he didn't ask more. She placed her hands back on the piano and began playing a song that only her heart knew. The music was fluid and gentle, beautiful and full of emotion.
Ron gazed at her as she played. Her eyes were closed and her soul purpose for living at that moment was to play what was in her heart.
She was breathtaking to him. There was a beauty in her that she failed to realize, yet everyone else who had ever met her could see it as clear as day.
His heart fluttered as he watched her. He loved how all of her focus was given to one particular thing, how she could just break away from reality by doing a thing she loved.
The thing that he loved was her. . .and he was about ready to tell her.
He noticed a piece of hair dangling loosely from her messy ponytail. Reaching up, he pushed it away from her face gently.
The music stopped as she looked at him, "Ron. . .what's going on?"
He looked at her solemnly, "I was so worried that something was wrong. . .I didn't know if you were dying. . .I'm so glad you're still here," he murmured.
Hermione looked at him warily, "Why?" she questioned.
He glanced down, then back into her beautiful brown eyes, "because if you weren't here, I wouldn't be able to do-to do this."
And he kissed her. She was lost for a moment in shock, then she pushed away from him, "Ron. . ."
He nodded, "I understand, I just wanted you to know."
Hermione gave him a tearful look, "you know I love you, Ron. . .just not like that."
He nodded again and without another word, left the room.
She was alone again. She was about to start playing again when she heard a scuffling sound.
She turned around and looked at the doorway.
There Draco Malfoy stood with an expression of shock on his face. Hermione felt her cheeks go red as she looked away from him. A few moments later, he was gone.
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Draco turned the corner that led to the Slytherin dormitories. His mind was full of confusion. He had just witnessed Ron kiss Hermione.
And he felt jealous of him.
Me? Jealous of Weasle? Over Mudblood? I must be drugged up still he thought to himself.
He walked into his common room only to find Pansy waiting for him suggestively. He inwardly grimaced at the girl, but nevertheless he took her hand and dragged her into his room.
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A/N: there, an update, way to go me!
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Thank you's
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holy heck there are a lot of them! Since there were seriously about 20 reviews since I last updated. . .im going to say thank you sooooo much, all of you. If I wrote down everything, then it would probably take up 2 pages. So, thanks to all of you who reviewed and critiqued. I'll keep everything that was told to me in mind.
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A/N: did I give a long enough cliffie? Hehehehe. Ok, sorry bout that. I had some wicked bad writer's block. I'm over it now though. . . this chapter is supposed to be really transitional, and I wasn't very sure how to write it. Hehehe, ok, on with the chapter then, eh?
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Chapter 6
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Hermione opened her eyes slowly, squinting at the light poring in from the open window on the other side of the room. She rubbed her eyes automatically and glanced to the bed next to her. Draco was gone. She wasn't sure if this was supposed to make her feel relief or disappointment.
Madame Pomfrey suddenly bustled into the room, "Ah, you're awake I see. Here, drink this."
Hermione sat up in the bed a little shocked that her back felt completely fine. She took the vile of liquid that the nurse held out to her and drank it down with a look of bitter disgust.
"There you are then, you're free to go now," Madame Pomfrey announced.
Hermione looked up at her relieved and silently slipped out of the bed to change into some real clothes.
She came out from behind the curtain a few minutes later with a look of utter comfort on her face.
Madame Pomfrey gave her a sympathetic look as Hermione passed her. She shrugged it off and left the infirmary.
As she walked through the halls, she noticed people giving her strange looks from every corner. She sped up her walk into a slow jog, trying to get away from all the stares. As she came around a corner she slammed into Professor Dumbledore himself.
He was a little surprised, as was she, "erm. . .sorry professor," she apologized.
Professor Dumbledore's light blue eyes twinkled as he smiled at her, "Ah, just the lady I wanted to see. Follow me, please, Miss Granger."
Hermione followed him wondering what was going on.
"I have received a tip from an anonymous friend that you enjoy the piano, correct?" he asked.
Hermione nodded slowly.
The old professor smiled slightly, "Very well. I thought that maybe if you were to play one, it might take your mind off of. . .recent events."
Hermione looked up at him and smiled questionably, "we have a piano here?" she asked him.
"Of course we do. What with Beethoven being the most renowned wizard musicians the world has ever seen. . .it would be an injustice if we didn't have a piano here," he mused.
They rounded another corner and Hermione found herself in a corridor she had never seen before. Dumbledore walked down the hall rather briskly for a man of his age, so much that Hermione had to fight to keep up.
She then followed him into a classroom. There in front of her, standing in all its glory was the most beautiful grand piano she had ever seen, "Amazing. . ." she trailed off.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled lightly, "I'll leave you here now," and with that he turned with a flourish and walked out of the room.
Hermione stared at the piano in awe. She walked over to it and sat down on the cool bench that stood before it. She fingered one of the ivory keys with a profound delicacy and then gently pressed down upon it.
The noise was grandiose and beautiful. Smiling, she placed her remaining fingers over other keys and began playing. The chords rang through the silent room beautifully, sweeping everything that could hear with a passion that nothing else could fulfill.
Her eyes watered as she played, but she continued anyways, blinking back the tears. Suddenly, she felt a hand upon her shoulder.
She looked up, startled, "Ron!"
He smiled at her solemnly, "Hey Mione."
She looked at him inquisitively, "How did you know I was here?" she asked.
"Marauder's map," was his answer, pausing before he continued, "Hermione, what happened last night?"
Hermione shrugged, "Nothing, Ron, I'm fine."
Ron shook his head, "No, you aren't, Herm. . .who gave you those scars? They were. . .horrible."
She glanced away not wanting to speak, knowing that if she told him it would only hurt him and make him angry, "You would be angry if I told you, Ron. . .just forget about it."
He was a stubborn one though. He shook his head again, rather defiantly, "Hermione, I know something is going on with you."
She lifted her gaze up to him, "You shouldn't worry about me so much, Ron. I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself," she told him blatantly.
"What I walked in on last night was reason enough to worry, Hermione. You're my friend, I'm supposed to worry about you" he explained.
Hermione didn't say anything in response; she only looked toward the piano, her fingers aching to play it again.
Ron must have noticed her gaze, because he finally gave up on the subject, "Play something for me," he requested, nudging her a little.
Hermione smiled at him, relieved he didn't ask more. She placed her hands back on the piano and began playing a song that only her heart knew. The music was fluid and gentle, beautiful and full of emotion.
Ron gazed at her as she played. Her eyes were closed and her soul purpose for living at that moment was to play what was in her heart.
She was breathtaking to him. There was a beauty in her that she failed to realize, yet everyone else who had ever met her could see it as clear as day.
His heart fluttered as he watched her. He loved how all of her focus was given to one particular thing, how she could just break away from reality by doing a thing she loved.
The thing that he loved was her. . .and he was about ready to tell her.
He noticed a piece of hair dangling loosely from her messy ponytail. Reaching up, he pushed it away from her face gently.
The music stopped as she looked at him, "Ron. . .what's going on?"
He looked at her solemnly, "I was so worried that something was wrong. . .I didn't know if you were dying. . .I'm so glad you're still here," he murmured.
Hermione looked at him warily, "Why?" she questioned.
He glanced down, then back into her beautiful brown eyes, "because if you weren't here, I wouldn't be able to do-to do this."
And he kissed her. She was lost for a moment in shock, then she pushed away from him, "Ron. . ."
He nodded, "I understand, I just wanted you to know."
Hermione gave him a tearful look, "you know I love you, Ron. . .just not like that."
He nodded again and without another word, left the room.
She was alone again. She was about to start playing again when she heard a scuffling sound.
She turned around and looked at the doorway.
There Draco Malfoy stood with an expression of shock on his face. Hermione felt her cheeks go red as she looked away from him. A few moments later, he was gone.
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Draco turned the corner that led to the Slytherin dormitories. His mind was full of confusion. He had just witnessed Ron kiss Hermione.
And he felt jealous of him.
Me? Jealous of Weasle? Over Mudblood? I must be drugged up still he thought to himself.
He walked into his common room only to find Pansy waiting for him suggestively. He inwardly grimaced at the girl, but nevertheless he took her hand and dragged her into his room.
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A/N: there, an update, way to go me!