Hi, this is my new fic, I really hope that you like it, because I think
that I am going to enjoy writing it.
Please, if you see fit, review this for me. I need your reviews, my life will end if you don't review.
Anyway. I SAW CHAMBER OF SECRETS FOR THE THIRD TIME IN 5 DAYS.
It is still awesome.
Anyway again
DISCLAIMER - I do not own the characters, they belong to JK.
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Hermione sat in front of the mirror and rubbed the skin under her eyes. It had been a long night, a very long and eventful night, a night that Hermione hoped that she would not forget in a long time.
She had broken an endless number of rules tonight, but she loved the fact that she had. So many things had happened as a result of her breaking rules.
Her life had changed, for the better.
Harry and Ron had convinced her to sneak out of the castle and down to Hogsmeade to go drinking with them. Harry and Ron had been going drinking a lot lately, almost every night. She had no idea how they were doing it.
Well, that wasn't true, she knew the basics. The boys would use the Invisibility cloak and the marauders map to get to the Whomping Willow, then, they would throw stones at the tree until they managed to hit the spot to deactivate the trees temper. Then, they would sneak to the Shrieking Shack where they would change out of their Hogwarts clothes into muggle clothes and then make their way down to the bar.
Hermione had asked them how they always got away with it. Ron had blushed, and Harry laughed. Hermione shook her head. It was amazing what a blast of the Potter charm could do, and a blast of the Weasley charm was pretty powerful. Combine the two together and it was unstoppable. Hermione had realized long before that it was hard to say when the two of the joined forces.
So, they were flirting their way out of trouble, and going to the pub every night. They had been trying to talk Hermione into going with them. She had always said no, not wanting to get into any trouble and ruin her chances of a perfect senior year.
But the night before, Hermione had finally fallen prisoner to a double blast of Weasley/Potter charm. She had finally said yes to them, and she had finally gone into Hogsmeade with them.
That had been one of the best decisions that Hermione had ever made. Because while in Hogsmeade, Hermione met a boy.
Not just any boy, but Rylan Lucas.
And in Hermione's eyes, he was perfect. For a girl who knew that there was no such thing as Perfection, she was quick to say that Rylan was pretty damn close, if not perfection personified.
He stood strong and tall. His brown hair fell into his dark eyes occasionally. He had a very youthful face that lit up completely when he smiled. His eyes told a long and detailed story, and would look at a person with a sense of unparalleled intensity.
Hermione had seen him when she had first entered the bar. She had been drawn to him like moths to a flame, but she had been too scared to talk to him.
With in minutes, Harry was off talking to a group of girls that Hermione recognized from Hogwarts a few years before. Ron was off with his own group of girls, who Hermione had never seen before. Hermione just silently made her way to the bar.
She sat in the shadows, drinking her first drink and watching as the bar filled. She watched as Ron and Harry worked their magic on the girls, buying drinks and occasionally getting up and dancing. Hermione watched silently as the same people came back for their first, second, third drinks as she still held her first. But most of all, Hermione watched him.
He seemed familiar in a really unusual way. She knew she had never seen him before, she would have remembered a man as beautiful as him. But he seemed so comfortable to her.
It was a crazy sense of de ja vu. Everything about this man, the way he sat, the way he held his bottle, the way he ran his hand through his hair. Every movement, every action, every mannerism, he reminded her so much of some one, she just couldn't think of who.
She had gotten to a point when she wanted to go home. She was thinking of telling the boys that she was leaving and then heading back up to the castle, but there was something that was making her stay, making it so hard for her to leave the stool that she had inhabited for the last hour. And it was him.
The boy had been watching her for the last 20 minutes. He had hardly taken his eyes off of her. Hermione was finding it hard to think of anything other than his intense gaze burning into her neck. He was making her feel scared and exhilarated all in one.
A few minutes later, she watched as he stood. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized that he was approaching the bar. Approaching her.
"Hey, can I buy you a drink"
Simple words that started so much more in Hermione's heart. She smiled and accepted his offer, allowing his to buy her a drink. Then they sat, for what seemed like endless hours, just talking, sharing stories and histories.
His name was Rylan, and he was 18, he had attended Durmstrang while living with his father, but now, he was living with his mother in Hogsmeade. He apparated into the ministry every morning, but he couldn't tell Hermione what it was that he did for a living. (Hermione thought that maybe he was one of the unspeakables from the department of mystery, but she knew that he would never tell her.)
They laughed as they told their stories, reliving events in detail, explaining it to each other as though the wanted to feel every emotion running through both of them.
The minutes ran effortlessly into hours, and before Hermione knew it, she was being tapped on the shoulder by Harry, telling her that they would have to get going back up to the school soon. She had nodded, and then turned back to Rylan.
"It is ok, we will see each other again" Rylan replied, tucking a piece of Hermione's frizzy hair behind her ear.
He was so sincere, Hermione immediately believed him.
She knew it would only be a matter of time until she saw Rylan again. And she couldn't wait.
So now she sat, in front of her vanity mirror, remembering the sweet boy she had met, and counting down the slow moving minutes until she saw him again.
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Rylan Lucas stood in front of the basin in his bathroom, thinking of the great night that he had spent with Hermione.
He really liked Hermione, she was a great person. Smart, funny, beautiful. He couldn't wait until the he saw her again. He knew it would only be a matter of time till he saw her again.
He would see her with out Hermione even realizing it.
He would see her every day from now on, because he had seen her every day of the past year.
Filling the basin with water, he realized how pathetic he really was. How absolutely pathetic is was for him to be doing this. For him to be lying to Hermione, and to himself.
Rylan Lucas looked at his 18 year old face and then leaned forward, scrubbing his face with his water covered hands.
He stood upright again, and looked at his reflection.
His real reflection.
The face of a middle aged man looked back at him.
The middle aged face of Remus Lupin.
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Review!!! Please!!!
Please, if you see fit, review this for me. I need your reviews, my life will end if you don't review.
Anyway. I SAW CHAMBER OF SECRETS FOR THE THIRD TIME IN 5 DAYS.
It is still awesome.
Anyway again
DISCLAIMER - I do not own the characters, they belong to JK.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione sat in front of the mirror and rubbed the skin under her eyes. It had been a long night, a very long and eventful night, a night that Hermione hoped that she would not forget in a long time.
She had broken an endless number of rules tonight, but she loved the fact that she had. So many things had happened as a result of her breaking rules.
Her life had changed, for the better.
Harry and Ron had convinced her to sneak out of the castle and down to Hogsmeade to go drinking with them. Harry and Ron had been going drinking a lot lately, almost every night. She had no idea how they were doing it.
Well, that wasn't true, she knew the basics. The boys would use the Invisibility cloak and the marauders map to get to the Whomping Willow, then, they would throw stones at the tree until they managed to hit the spot to deactivate the trees temper. Then, they would sneak to the Shrieking Shack where they would change out of their Hogwarts clothes into muggle clothes and then make their way down to the bar.
Hermione had asked them how they always got away with it. Ron had blushed, and Harry laughed. Hermione shook her head. It was amazing what a blast of the Potter charm could do, and a blast of the Weasley charm was pretty powerful. Combine the two together and it was unstoppable. Hermione had realized long before that it was hard to say when the two of the joined forces.
So, they were flirting their way out of trouble, and going to the pub every night. They had been trying to talk Hermione into going with them. She had always said no, not wanting to get into any trouble and ruin her chances of a perfect senior year.
But the night before, Hermione had finally fallen prisoner to a double blast of Weasley/Potter charm. She had finally said yes to them, and she had finally gone into Hogsmeade with them.
That had been one of the best decisions that Hermione had ever made. Because while in Hogsmeade, Hermione met a boy.
Not just any boy, but Rylan Lucas.
And in Hermione's eyes, he was perfect. For a girl who knew that there was no such thing as Perfection, she was quick to say that Rylan was pretty damn close, if not perfection personified.
He stood strong and tall. His brown hair fell into his dark eyes occasionally. He had a very youthful face that lit up completely when he smiled. His eyes told a long and detailed story, and would look at a person with a sense of unparalleled intensity.
Hermione had seen him when she had first entered the bar. She had been drawn to him like moths to a flame, but she had been too scared to talk to him.
With in minutes, Harry was off talking to a group of girls that Hermione recognized from Hogwarts a few years before. Ron was off with his own group of girls, who Hermione had never seen before. Hermione just silently made her way to the bar.
She sat in the shadows, drinking her first drink and watching as the bar filled. She watched as Ron and Harry worked their magic on the girls, buying drinks and occasionally getting up and dancing. Hermione watched silently as the same people came back for their first, second, third drinks as she still held her first. But most of all, Hermione watched him.
He seemed familiar in a really unusual way. She knew she had never seen him before, she would have remembered a man as beautiful as him. But he seemed so comfortable to her.
It was a crazy sense of de ja vu. Everything about this man, the way he sat, the way he held his bottle, the way he ran his hand through his hair. Every movement, every action, every mannerism, he reminded her so much of some one, she just couldn't think of who.
She had gotten to a point when she wanted to go home. She was thinking of telling the boys that she was leaving and then heading back up to the castle, but there was something that was making her stay, making it so hard for her to leave the stool that she had inhabited for the last hour. And it was him.
The boy had been watching her for the last 20 minutes. He had hardly taken his eyes off of her. Hermione was finding it hard to think of anything other than his intense gaze burning into her neck. He was making her feel scared and exhilarated all in one.
A few minutes later, she watched as he stood. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized that he was approaching the bar. Approaching her.
"Hey, can I buy you a drink"
Simple words that started so much more in Hermione's heart. She smiled and accepted his offer, allowing his to buy her a drink. Then they sat, for what seemed like endless hours, just talking, sharing stories and histories.
His name was Rylan, and he was 18, he had attended Durmstrang while living with his father, but now, he was living with his mother in Hogsmeade. He apparated into the ministry every morning, but he couldn't tell Hermione what it was that he did for a living. (Hermione thought that maybe he was one of the unspeakables from the department of mystery, but she knew that he would never tell her.)
They laughed as they told their stories, reliving events in detail, explaining it to each other as though the wanted to feel every emotion running through both of them.
The minutes ran effortlessly into hours, and before Hermione knew it, she was being tapped on the shoulder by Harry, telling her that they would have to get going back up to the school soon. She had nodded, and then turned back to Rylan.
"It is ok, we will see each other again" Rylan replied, tucking a piece of Hermione's frizzy hair behind her ear.
He was so sincere, Hermione immediately believed him.
She knew it would only be a matter of time until she saw Rylan again. And she couldn't wait.
So now she sat, in front of her vanity mirror, remembering the sweet boy she had met, and counting down the slow moving minutes until she saw him again.
~*~*~*~*~*
Rylan Lucas stood in front of the basin in his bathroom, thinking of the great night that he had spent with Hermione.
He really liked Hermione, she was a great person. Smart, funny, beautiful. He couldn't wait until the he saw her again. He knew it would only be a matter of time till he saw her again.
He would see her with out Hermione even realizing it.
He would see her every day from now on, because he had seen her every day of the past year.
Filling the basin with water, he realized how pathetic he really was. How absolutely pathetic is was for him to be doing this. For him to be lying to Hermione, and to himself.
Rylan Lucas looked at his 18 year old face and then leaned forward, scrubbing his face with his water covered hands.
He stood upright again, and looked at his reflection.
His real reflection.
The face of a middle aged man looked back at him.
The middle aged face of Remus Lupin.
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