A/N:*cleans her face from the tomatoes that have been thrown at her*
OK, ok, we are slow. I am slow. True, even my guinea pig would have been able
to update sooner. But there was this big, fat silver cow, flying in front of
my window, wasn't it, Kaeera?
Kaeera: "Cow? What cow?"
Latrisha: " THAT cow, you know." *stamps powerfully on Kaeera's
shoe*
Kaeera: "Ouch! Oh, that cow! I thought you meant the violet one.
Sorry, my mistake."
Latrisha: "Kaeera. You are a damned bad liar" *rolls
her eyes*
I seriously excuse myself for the delay and I hope this sorry excuse will satisfy you guys. Honestly, we do our best but, and I do feel guilty that it took me so long. *sighs* ~Latrisha
Confusing Experiences and Hidden Feelings
by Kaeera & Latrisha
Chapter 12: Dreams and Sleep talking
He placed his arm softly around her hips, pulling her even closer to his body,
which was trembling in excitement and nervousness. His free hand lifted to hold
her chin, to make her look up to him. He loved to be more than a head taller
than her. Her dark brown eyes were fascinated shining in excitement when his
face moved closer to hers.
She forgot the whole world around her and was only enjoying every second with him being that close, watching every part of her in amazement. His breath on her soft skin made her feel this indescribable tingling in her stomach even more, it felt like thousands of butterflies flying around in it.
She was only a few seconds away from her first kiss, only a few seconds more
to waitshe closed her eyes
"Hermione." His voice sounded so soft and warm that it let a shiver
go tickling down her neck. He felt so incredibly warm and comfortable. Impatiently
she waited for him to kiss her.
"Hermione!" the same voice shouted, but somehow sounding different
than before. Actually it almost sounded annoyed. But where was her kiss?
"HERMIONE! Are you daydreaming?" Now the voice seemed to be completely
out of composure. But it wasn't supposed to be like that. Neither of them should
speak a word, no, romantic silence should lay over them, covering them like
a blanket.
Disappointed she opened her eyes again. "Why didn't you kiss me?" she asked looking at him irritated.
That was just before Hermione noticed that she was sitting in the middle of
the Great Hall, talking to a completely overwhelmed Ronald Weasley, who was
currently trying to eat a marmalade toast and to drink out of his cup at the
same time. After her question, it was definitely possible for him to do that,
because his jaw virtually fell down on the floor.
He and also the others stared at her as if she had gone green and slimy over
night. "Er-"
Fred and George, who simply overheard everything, interrupted their secret
chatting about new inventions and looked at Hermione, both of them obviously
wondering if she was mad.
Also Pavarti Patil, who only moments before was deep in a highly interesting
conversation about make-up with Lavender, dropped the topic just to stare unbelievingly
at Hermione.
Only Harry kept cool. He made a mental note to shout out a loud "YESSS!"
later, when he was out of sight. He turned his head away to hide that he was
beaming.
Finally, the silence was broken: "What? - er- nothing. I didn't say anything!"
Hermione tried to get herself out when she had finished realizing what she had said. Adding "Have to look something up in the library before class starts.", she stormed out of the hall, muttering words under her breath she'd never speak out loudly. Leaving a few confused students and her own, barely touched breakfast behind, she disappeared behind the door.
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That evening Ron sat alone on his four-poster, drawing little circles on the
pillow with his finger. He had won chess against Harry several times, but it
wasn't really fun anymore. And when Hermione entered the Common Room and spied
the two of them, she immediately went up into her dorm. She hadn't spoken a
word to him since that little 'incident' that happened in the morning. Actually
she had taken every chance to get away from them, she even left out the meals.
Did she really want him to kiss her? No. But why would she ask then?
Did she think of someone else? Victor Krum? Yes, it had to be that damned seeker,
this duck-like idiot. No, Ron never really liked him. He wasn't a good seeker,
no, he was the worst! How could someone blame himself like that in playing Quidditch
in front of public?
It was more than embarrassing. Even Ron would catch the snitch sooner.
It was a shame. And this little figure of Victor that Ron bought during the
World Cup, it has been worthless for him, only a toy that Ron wanted to break,
to stamp on it until it was flat like pizza.
Ron sighed. How childish to think stuff like that. He'd been Krum's biggest
fan. And now he hated him, like he hated Snape, perhaps even worse. And everything
because of Hermione. Was that possible?
No, Ron told himself.
That was love.
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Harry entered the boys' dorm at half past nine. It was early for him to go to
bed at this time, but since Hermione and Ron were in bed, too, it was getting
awkwardly boring downstairs. Wondering why everybody behaved so strange the
whole day, he opened the door. It was dark, but there was light enough for Harry
to recognize Ron, who was lying on his bed, completely dressed, sleeping.
Harry let out a deep sigh. He remembered what Hermione had said that morning,
and now he too noticed that she had avoided them all the day.
"What the hell is going on here?!" Harry asked himself, not expecting
Ron to hear him. But it seemed that he did hear him, because:
"Hermione", he said slowly.
"Yes?" Harry asked, surprised that Ron was still awake.
"I love you so much."
That was the moment when Harry's jaw landed with a loud BANG on the floor.
He headed out of the room and closed the door behind him. Than he leaned against
it and thought. No, he was not supposed to hear that. Why did Ron have to say
that right now? Argh. Okay, Harry knew it all the time, that Ron
loved her, but now, well, it was different. Now you could say that Harry had
the proof, now it was absolutely sure.
But soon Harry was interrupted by Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan, who had
just left Pavarti's and Lavender's dorm. With red cheeks they tried to get up
the stairs without falling down again, chuckling and giggling like crazy.
"Bit too much butterbeer, huh?" Harry asked grinning. (A/N: Yes,
there's no alcohol in butterbeer, but, hey, maybe they mixed something in?)
"And a bit too much Lavender!" Dean shouted out, then started to
laugh and gave Seamus a friendly pat against his shoulder, which nearly caused
him to fall down the stairs. Harry did his best to prevent him from falling,
then lead the two drunks into the dorm, made sure that Ron had stopped talking
and went out again.
What should he do now? He was certainly not in the mood to go to bed and listen
to Ron's conversations with an imagined Hermione or listen to the boys' laughing
and yowling and talking about Lavender. No, he didn't want to hear something
else that would embarrass him.
So the only thing that remained was sitting down next to Fred and George, who were talking wildly about their new plan: making history in sabotaging the Week of Fuming Neptune. And as if destiny wanted it, Harry did grow up in the muggle world as well as Hermione did, and he knew a few very interesting facts that the twins wouldn't have figured out by themselves
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The next day began like almost every next day began: Harry had to fight himself
out of the seductive warmth of his four-poster to make himself ready for another
boring school day.
In fact it was long time ago when they had their last adventure, and Harry
was waiting almost impatiently for the next one. He loved it. It was his desitny
to fight against the dark arts, everybody knew it since the day he survived
Voldemort's attack. And he had often enough proved that he could survive Lord
Voldemort in his last years at Hogwarts.
What is a shabby old week of "Fuming Neptune", with that laughable
name, well, what is that against Lord Voldemort? Harry had survived much more
difficult situations, and next Christmas would only be one more he could tell
his children about.
But nobody knew how much the boy-who-lived was wrong
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"WHAT?!" the furious girl with her short cut black curls barked at
a one head taller boy.
She had nearly tossed him over some bags. The train already began to move,
and she still couldn't make out a free seat.
"Oh yeah, SIX HOURS standing around in an old train. But who cares, I'm
visiting AUNT KATE, at CHRISTMAS TIME, isn't that something to look forward
to?!?", she muttered sarcastically under her breath, watching the boy she'd
nearly made kiss the ground. He most likely tried to find a place to stand that
was far, far away from Nat. And the other passengers tried that too. She looked
at the skateboard that was under her arm and had to hide a smile.
Two weeks, that was a long time.
Her thoughts drifted away to a scene that happened on the last day of August.
She often thought of the boy she had met there. Oh no, what an idiot, standing
right next to this puddle. But it had been so much fun to fight with him. Actually
she was a little sad that he hadn't been there the next day. And this funny
scar on his forehead. Yes, he must have been cool.
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It was getting colder, yes, the weather was really disgusting, but the Quidditch practice went on and there was no chance to escape it. Not that Harry had planned to miss it anyways. He loved Quidditch, and even if it was raining stones and frogs, he wouldn't stop training.
And everytime he walked his way through the rain back to Gryffindor tower, he
had to think of a special girl. Nat, that was her name, if he remembered it
right. Yes, it was a cool name. What would he give to repeat this puddle fight,
to show her that he could have beaten her if that damned bus hadn't arrived.
But there was hardly any chance to see her again, so he'd rather concentrate
on his two best friends.
"Harry!" Ron yelled and jumped a few inches that Harry was able to
see him through the crowd of pupils. "HARRY!"
Harry fought his way through some giggling first-years who were currently staring
at his scar and blushing badly.
"Harry, I just have four days left, and I have no idea what to buy Hermione
for Christmas." Ron said panicky, looking in every direction to make sure
Hermione was not in sight.
"Calm down, OK? There are four days to think of something, and Ron, it has to be something that comes from heart, if you understand. Not just a book Percy gave you three years ago. That wouldn't be very suitable."
RONS POV
Something that comes from heart. Yes, I knew that before. But WHAT?! Everything
I thought of before was somehow too obvious.
But, should it BE obvious? Nobody else would understand me other than Harry.
"Harry?" I asked, totally losing the control of my mouth. It was insane,
I couldn't ask him, but my mouth did never-the-less.
"Do you think Hermione loves me?"
I suppose this question hung around in the room for about five minutes, five
minutes time for Harry to look at me confused. But then his eyes widened and
is lips formed a smile. "Glad that you finally noticed it." Than he
turned around and left.
My face glowed when I went up the stairs. God, was I happy to hear this comment
instead of: "Are you crazy?". I mean, that was what I had expected
him to say.
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The next day was a Saturday, the last opportunity for everyone who forgot to
buy some presents. Or for the ones who always buy their presents at the last
minute.
Well, I jogged down to Hogsmeade all alone. I told everybody that I didn't
feel like visiting the town, but in fact I wanted to buy Hermione's present.
And I wanted to do that alone.
On my way I met Fred and George, but not at the same place. Fred was waiting
for a girl who prepared some crystal flowers. Before he saw me I was able to
read the name on the little card that was fixed at a flower. It said Katie.
They were wonderful, so beautiful that I bought some for Hermione too. I took
some dark blue and some white ones, both of them glittering so much that it
looked like a million stars.
They were beautiful and they would say everything without me open my mouth at all. Yes, and they were expensive, but that was worth it. I had started saving my money half a year ago, but I didn't think of anything so expensive I would buy for Hermione. But it was just when I paid it that I was pleased, content and happy.
Percy would have to be happy with a pair of socks, then.
Now I was ready for Christmas.
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NATS POV
"Nat?! Would you come down please?"
I rolled over my bed and looked at the clock, annoyed. But was
that possible? It was already half past six, and tomorrow would finally be Christmas
Eve. Yes, respect, God showed heart and let the time pass quickly.
"I'm coming!" I shouted down and smelled the smell of
aunt Kate's delicious dinner. OK, she was boring and everything, but MAN this
woman could cook. I spent half my time eating.
I searched for my shoes which I had kicked off about two hour
ago. Then I hurried down, not wanting her to start without me.
So I sat down at the table and praised her cooking abilities for
the hundredth time.
"And what about going for a nice walk through the forests
on Christmas day?", she asked in the middle of a conversation that I only
listened to with one ear. The only comments I made were Yes, NO, Really? and
hmm. And so I did again, answered with a disinterested
"Hmm." and realized one minute later what I had done.
Great. Walking through the rain, or better through the mud as
Weather God wasn't even able to send us some snow over Christmas. I was fuming.
I'd never be able to explain how I even could give her a half-hearted smile
at this hilarious moment.
To be continued
live the rainbow - Hey, there *is* a German word for squishy....it's 'lätschig' or 'lommelig'. *laughs* But these words are pretty nice swabian dialect, so you shouldn't use them when you travel around in the nort. They are nice sounding words, aren't they?
Caylen Rider - Yes, the bets are definitely funny...we can imagine the whole Gryffindor tower watching these two....*gg* And Nat is a great character...we want to see more of her, too^^
Angie D - Oups, thanks for pointing out this mistake! How stupid of
us, using Fluffy instead of Fang...well, the German translation of Fang is different,
maybe because of that....or I don't know. I can't keep track with names.
Latrisha: "That's because your brain consists of holes..."
Kaeera: *glares* "Better than the vacuum you own!"
AnnaMay - It's never childish to read HP fanfiction! Only due to fanfiction our English grades have improved^^
Katie Bell - Nope, won't tell you what our Weasley-twin team is up to^^ It'll be a surprise!
muh - O.o;; And we thought that nobody would notice that we are from Germany...*laughter* Well, we're both from the south, live in a little village in Baden-Württemberg, at the border to Bavaria. The next big cities are Stuttgart and Munich, if that says something to you! Grüß deine Großmutter recht herzlich von uns, ja?
sanguinans - Well, I guess you once again believed that we have died on you....sorry *sheepish grin* We never manage a fast update, it seems to be our fate....*sigh*
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