Thx yet again for the review, Karenkate-kitty!! I really appreciate
the fact that you are reading my fanfic and enjoying it!
I just wish more ppl would read it thou..
Oh wellie.here's Scene#5. Not much dialog. A pause to sort out both Harry and Hermione's thoughts.
Enjoy! ^_^
Scene #5
After a few more minutes Harry looked at Hermione again. She was staring at the dance floor deep in thought, looking grumpy with her face on her right hand, and shaking her crossed legs to the music. Harry had caught himself doing the same exact thing a few seconds back, although not looking quite as grumpy.
What was wrong with her these days anyway? One second she would be all smiling and happily doing her work and acting like the usual bossy know- it-all, and the next second she would be all grumpy and not talk for the rest of the night. Maybe it was one of those things during that thing called puberty. Mood swings or whatever. But still, it was very frustrating to see her like that.
"Hey Hermione, you want me to bring a drink for you or something?" Said Harry to break the silence.
Hermione looked at Harry and muttered a yes.
"Alright." Harry said in the most cheerful voice he could muster out.
Harry heard Hermoine sigh yet again as he got up and walked to the table of beverages.
Hermione watched the people dancing on the dance floor. She wasn't really looking at them. She was just lost in thought. Sometime the blurry figures would come into focus, the fade away again. What was wrong with her these days? She had never felt like this before. All irritated and annoyed. Especially when she was with her two best friends. But that was stupid, wasn't it? They were her friends. The people who would make her the most happy. She could tell that Ron and Harry were very tired of her these days. She wondered if they didn't like her anymore. What if they hated her already? What would she do?
She shook her head. No, that was stupid. Why would Ron and Harry hate her? She didn't do anything wrong.except act like a grump around them.before she could spoon around her thoughts anymore, Harry returned with the drinks. He was being so nice to her tonight. Trying to cheer her up. He wanted her to have a good time like last year.He wanted her to enjoy.So why was she making it so hard for him?
"Here you go. I hope fruit punch was okay with you." Said Harry as he passed one glass toward Hermione.
"Yeah it was. Thanks Harry." Hermione faked a smile.
Harry looked hopeful.
No, but after a few minutes of sipping on her drink, Hermione looked just as pre-occupied as before. But this time, Harry couldn't just sit and watch. So he asked her. "Hermoine, what's wrong now?"
Hermione looked up at him a little surprised. But she didn't answer. Instead, she put her head on the table, and covered her head with her hands. Harry felt like bringing the dish of mashed potatoes down on head. He waited for a possible answer from her.
Hermione seemed to realize that Harry was still waiting. So she answered with the first thing that popped into her mind, "Hormones acting up."
Harry thought he hadn't heard correctly. "What?"
Hermione lifted her head up, now grinning. "I think my hormone#5 are acting up!" Then she laughed.
Harry grinned, then started to laugh too. Both because of her weird answer and because she was no longer looking sad, but perfectly happy.
"What kind of answer is that?" Harry asked her.
Hermione smiled devilishly. "The teenage kind."
Harry felt a bit weird all over. "He had never heard Hermione talk in the 'teenage way.' But he played along: "Oooo. I've never seen that side of you before!" He smiled mischievously too.
As he did that Hermione felt a pang of some emotion she had felt only once before:When Viktor Krum came up to talk to her. She swallowed nervously. He was actually playing along with her whole 'teenage kind' thing. And the way he was grinning at her made her feel all funny inside her. Her ears went hot. She shook it off in her head, the said, "Maybe you never will."
Harry laughed. And stopped playing along and went back to the usual grin. "Alright then!"
Hermione smiled in the usual way too. "Don't you want to?"
"Well, not really." Harry answered truthfully.
"Why?"
"It's a bit weird to hear you talk like that." Then he realized he had said the wrong thing. "I mean! You know, it's not a bad thing, I mean-"
But Hermione started to laugh and interrupted him. "It's okay, I know it's weird-I think so myself. I just said the first thing that popped into my mind."
"Oh-yeah-right. So is it that that's bothering you tonight?" Harry refrained from saying 'these days'. "I dunno.maybe."
Harry shrugged.
Then Harry said something that was too unbelievable for even him to believe:
"So, we could dance, you know, if you want to." It took all of Harry's patience to say what he really didn't want to say. But for a Hermione like this.
Hermione's eyes lit up. "Really? Are you serious?" She asked grinning.
"Yeah." Said Harry a bit more easily because he had seen how happy Hermione had become at the notion.
Then Hermione smiled and said, "I know you just said that to make me feel better."
"Yeah I did." Harry admitted sheepishly, "But if you want to, we can?"
Hermione thought about it. Then she said, "I want to." She got up from her chair. "Is it okay?"
Harry shrugged and nodded.
And they got on to the dance floor, and danced.
Harry didn't know much about dancing, but Hermione seemed to know her thing. She had grasped Harry right had, place it around her waist, and had taken her hand and clasped it with his left. Then she just dragged him everywhere. Harry tried his best to look like he wasn't a first-dancer.
Hermione giggled at the way Harry looked unsure of himself and how he stared at his feet.
"Just one song okay, I won't torture you for too long!" She told him in an assuring sort of voice.
"Er.yeah, thanks." He grinned at his clumsy dancing and rolled his eyes.
Hermione laughed.
They didn't know that they were actually having the time of their lives.
END
I just wish more ppl would read it thou..
Oh wellie.here's Scene#5. Not much dialog. A pause to sort out both Harry and Hermione's thoughts.
Enjoy! ^_^
Scene #5
After a few more minutes Harry looked at Hermione again. She was staring at the dance floor deep in thought, looking grumpy with her face on her right hand, and shaking her crossed legs to the music. Harry had caught himself doing the same exact thing a few seconds back, although not looking quite as grumpy.
What was wrong with her these days anyway? One second she would be all smiling and happily doing her work and acting like the usual bossy know- it-all, and the next second she would be all grumpy and not talk for the rest of the night. Maybe it was one of those things during that thing called puberty. Mood swings or whatever. But still, it was very frustrating to see her like that.
"Hey Hermione, you want me to bring a drink for you or something?" Said Harry to break the silence.
Hermione looked at Harry and muttered a yes.
"Alright." Harry said in the most cheerful voice he could muster out.
Harry heard Hermoine sigh yet again as he got up and walked to the table of beverages.
Hermione watched the people dancing on the dance floor. She wasn't really looking at them. She was just lost in thought. Sometime the blurry figures would come into focus, the fade away again. What was wrong with her these days? She had never felt like this before. All irritated and annoyed. Especially when she was with her two best friends. But that was stupid, wasn't it? They were her friends. The people who would make her the most happy. She could tell that Ron and Harry were very tired of her these days. She wondered if they didn't like her anymore. What if they hated her already? What would she do?
She shook her head. No, that was stupid. Why would Ron and Harry hate her? She didn't do anything wrong.except act like a grump around them.before she could spoon around her thoughts anymore, Harry returned with the drinks. He was being so nice to her tonight. Trying to cheer her up. He wanted her to have a good time like last year.He wanted her to enjoy.So why was she making it so hard for him?
"Here you go. I hope fruit punch was okay with you." Said Harry as he passed one glass toward Hermione.
"Yeah it was. Thanks Harry." Hermione faked a smile.
Harry looked hopeful.
No, but after a few minutes of sipping on her drink, Hermione looked just as pre-occupied as before. But this time, Harry couldn't just sit and watch. So he asked her. "Hermoine, what's wrong now?"
Hermione looked up at him a little surprised. But she didn't answer. Instead, she put her head on the table, and covered her head with her hands. Harry felt like bringing the dish of mashed potatoes down on head. He waited for a possible answer from her.
Hermione seemed to realize that Harry was still waiting. So she answered with the first thing that popped into her mind, "Hormones acting up."
Harry thought he hadn't heard correctly. "What?"
Hermione lifted her head up, now grinning. "I think my hormone#5 are acting up!" Then she laughed.
Harry grinned, then started to laugh too. Both because of her weird answer and because she was no longer looking sad, but perfectly happy.
"What kind of answer is that?" Harry asked her.
Hermione smiled devilishly. "The teenage kind."
Harry felt a bit weird all over. "He had never heard Hermione talk in the 'teenage way.' But he played along: "Oooo. I've never seen that side of you before!" He smiled mischievously too.
As he did that Hermione felt a pang of some emotion she had felt only once before:When Viktor Krum came up to talk to her. She swallowed nervously. He was actually playing along with her whole 'teenage kind' thing. And the way he was grinning at her made her feel all funny inside her. Her ears went hot. She shook it off in her head, the said, "Maybe you never will."
Harry laughed. And stopped playing along and went back to the usual grin. "Alright then!"
Hermione smiled in the usual way too. "Don't you want to?"
"Well, not really." Harry answered truthfully.
"Why?"
"It's a bit weird to hear you talk like that." Then he realized he had said the wrong thing. "I mean! You know, it's not a bad thing, I mean-"
But Hermione started to laugh and interrupted him. "It's okay, I know it's weird-I think so myself. I just said the first thing that popped into my mind."
"Oh-yeah-right. So is it that that's bothering you tonight?" Harry refrained from saying 'these days'. "I dunno.maybe."
Harry shrugged.
Then Harry said something that was too unbelievable for even him to believe:
"So, we could dance, you know, if you want to." It took all of Harry's patience to say what he really didn't want to say. But for a Hermione like this.
Hermione's eyes lit up. "Really? Are you serious?" She asked grinning.
"Yeah." Said Harry a bit more easily because he had seen how happy Hermione had become at the notion.
Then Hermione smiled and said, "I know you just said that to make me feel better."
"Yeah I did." Harry admitted sheepishly, "But if you want to, we can?"
Hermione thought about it. Then she said, "I want to." She got up from her chair. "Is it okay?"
Harry shrugged and nodded.
And they got on to the dance floor, and danced.
Harry didn't know much about dancing, but Hermione seemed to know her thing. She had grasped Harry right had, place it around her waist, and had taken her hand and clasped it with his left. Then she just dragged him everywhere. Harry tried his best to look like he wasn't a first-dancer.
Hermione giggled at the way Harry looked unsure of himself and how he stared at his feet.
"Just one song okay, I won't torture you for too long!" She told him in an assuring sort of voice.
"Er.yeah, thanks." He grinned at his clumsy dancing and rolled his eyes.
Hermione laughed.
They didn't know that they were actually having the time of their lives.
END