Second Chance
A.N. I realise i didn't put an author's note in my first chapter..im sorry 4 that. It's my first try...THANK YOU SO SO MUCH 2 every1 who reviewed...i would have written this chapter for 2 reviews! Thanks a bunch!
Any suggestions as 2 where this story should lead? Oh yeah, the cliffhanger..it wasn't a You-Know-Who Attack or anything (did I spoit it?)
Disclaimer: If I owned any of this I would be...nevermind.
Second Chance...Chapter 2
"Why did he have to do that?" sighed Hermione, leaning against the fence surrounding the park, "Not very smart - that was"
She cast her mind back - the memory was still as clear as ever. To celebrate the end of the year..with Gryffindor winning the House championships, Ron had suggested that they set the Slytherin common room...on fire.
"Don't you think that's going a bit to far?" Hermione had questioned, adopting her Prefect voice,"Besides, how on earth are we going to het in there?"
Ron's mouth cracked into an evil grin.
"With a little help from our precious spew members,' he replied.
"Who?" Hermione asked, plainly wondering where the conversation was leading, "and its S.P.E.W. not spew Ron, honestly - "
"Ok, ok, keep your hair on," Ron said,"I meant the house-elves."
"How can they help?"
"Well, they go around the school doing jobs don't they?"
"Yes...."
"They can tell us the Slytherin Password! I mean..Dobby'd give his life for Harry's Wheezy right?"
Though she didn't want to, Hermione started to catch on to Ron's enthusiasm. Soon, the twosome had convinced Dobby to tell them the Slytherin Password (Serpent-Tongue) and were wrapped up in Harry's Invisibility Cloak - standing outside a dungeon wall, Ron recognised as the door to the Slytherin common-room.
"Ready?" Ro whispered, his wand clutched tightly in his fist.
"We are going to lose so many points for next year by doing this and me being a pre-"
Hermione didn't have enough time to finish her sentence. Before she knew it, she was dragged into the cold, underground, Slytherin common room - filled with perople who would kill her the moment they saw her. She mentally thanked Harry for leaving his cloak behind again and again.
Carefully, Ron directed Hermione over to a corner of the common room, near the fireplace. Swiftly, Hermione whispered a few well-chosen words and blue flames suddenly shot out of her wand - landing on the carpet.
There wasnt much damage done but the small flame caused a big commotion throughut the commo room. The people sitting near the fire place were the only ones who had any idea as to what had happened. The others just followed the crowd. They ran for exits faster than lightning - some an to their dormitories others out of the common room. Hermione had a fleeting glimpse of Draco Malfoy, squeezed in the crowd and looking as though he was about to throw up. Ron and Hermione, doubling with silent laughter, followed the crowd running out. Once outside, they went the opposite direction to everyone else and walked back to the Gryffindor common room, positively chortling. Suddenly there were quick footsteps behind them, both Ron and Hermione swung around to see Draco Malfoy, accompanied by his cronies, walking toward them.
Without thinking, Ron pulled Hermione into the nearest hiding place (a broom closet) oblivious of the fact that the Invisibility Cloak surrounded them. Uncomfortable though it was, being squashed in a nearly full broom closet had it's advantages. Although she didn't want to admit it, Hermione felt strangely satisfied, standing there squeezed next to Ron. Outside, the footsteps suddenly stopped in front of the closet.
"If I could get my hands on the jerk who did this," Hermione heard Draco drawl,"I would just..."
Here he trailed off and Hermione heard the sound of footsteps, slowly fading off.
" I think the coast is clear...come on!" Hermione said, poking her head out of the closet door.
She turned back and looked at Ron who had a strange expression planted on his face... as though he had just realised something.
"What is it?" Hermione asked, "Ron are you feeling - "
"Herm," Ron interrupted, edging closer "You're so...beautiful."
Hermione frowned. What's going on? She wondered.
She looked fown and saw Ron's long fingers squeezing her own warmly. Startled, she looked back up to see Ron's face, inches away from her own and slowly coming closer.
Before she knew what was happening - Hermione's lips were enveloped into a light kiss. If she hadn't known better, Hermione would have thought that this was heaven.
"Hermione Granger! what are you doing - need I remind you that this is your best friend Ron Weasley...do you think that doing this with him is a good idea?" said a small and irritating voice inside Hermione's head.
Hermione drew back at once, stumbling slightly on the bucket behind her. Startled by Hermione's action Ron lost his balance. By the time that he was safely back to his feet, it was too late. Hermione had run out of the cupboard - straight to the secluded second-floor Moaning Myrtle's toilet.
Back in the park, Hermione walked toward the swings. She sat down and began to rock back and forth gently.
"Well I guess it isn't completely his fault..i should have talked to him afterwards," she said to herself.
All throughout the journey back home and on Platform nine and three-quaters, Hermione had ignored all of Ron's attempts to explain or make conversation. She had spent the entire journey talking to Ginny and her group of friends, shooting odd glances at Ron, who was discussing Quidditch with Dean and Seamus, half-heartedly. (A/N: Harry's still at the Tournament, Dumbledore escorts him back to the Dursley's on 11th of July)
At the platform, Hermione hugged and talked to Mrs. Weasley, said good bye to Ginny then walked out of the Platform toward her parents, plastering a fake yet happy smile and carefree expression on her face.
After Hermione had thought her actions over, sitting there on the swing, she decided to send Ron an apology via Buckbeak (A/N: Dont ask) the owl she had recieved for a Christmas present from Harry and Ron in Fifth Yr.
She walked back home, crumpled up the note she had written, still lying on the kitchen bench and walked upstairs - thinking of how to phrase her apology.
A/N: do you like it? I if get 8 reviews, i'll continue pronto. If I dont get 8 reviews, I'll continue pronto anyway. Ciao
A.N. I realise i didn't put an author's note in my first chapter..im sorry 4 that. It's my first try...THANK YOU SO SO MUCH 2 every1 who reviewed...i would have written this chapter for 2 reviews! Thanks a bunch!
Any suggestions as 2 where this story should lead? Oh yeah, the cliffhanger..it wasn't a You-Know-Who Attack or anything (did I spoit it?)
Disclaimer: If I owned any of this I would be...nevermind.
Second Chance...Chapter 2
"Why did he have to do that?" sighed Hermione, leaning against the fence surrounding the park, "Not very smart - that was"
She cast her mind back - the memory was still as clear as ever. To celebrate the end of the year..with Gryffindor winning the House championships, Ron had suggested that they set the Slytherin common room...on fire.
"Don't you think that's going a bit to far?" Hermione had questioned, adopting her Prefect voice,"Besides, how on earth are we going to het in there?"
Ron's mouth cracked into an evil grin.
"With a little help from our precious spew members,' he replied.
"Who?" Hermione asked, plainly wondering where the conversation was leading, "and its S.P.E.W. not spew Ron, honestly - "
"Ok, ok, keep your hair on," Ron said,"I meant the house-elves."
"How can they help?"
"Well, they go around the school doing jobs don't they?"
"Yes...."
"They can tell us the Slytherin Password! I mean..Dobby'd give his life for Harry's Wheezy right?"
Though she didn't want to, Hermione started to catch on to Ron's enthusiasm. Soon, the twosome had convinced Dobby to tell them the Slytherin Password (Serpent-Tongue) and were wrapped up in Harry's Invisibility Cloak - standing outside a dungeon wall, Ron recognised as the door to the Slytherin common-room.
"Ready?" Ro whispered, his wand clutched tightly in his fist.
"We are going to lose so many points for next year by doing this and me being a pre-"
Hermione didn't have enough time to finish her sentence. Before she knew it, she was dragged into the cold, underground, Slytherin common room - filled with perople who would kill her the moment they saw her. She mentally thanked Harry for leaving his cloak behind again and again.
Carefully, Ron directed Hermione over to a corner of the common room, near the fireplace. Swiftly, Hermione whispered a few well-chosen words and blue flames suddenly shot out of her wand - landing on the carpet.
There wasnt much damage done but the small flame caused a big commotion throughut the commo room. The people sitting near the fire place were the only ones who had any idea as to what had happened. The others just followed the crowd. They ran for exits faster than lightning - some an to their dormitories others out of the common room. Hermione had a fleeting glimpse of Draco Malfoy, squeezed in the crowd and looking as though he was about to throw up. Ron and Hermione, doubling with silent laughter, followed the crowd running out. Once outside, they went the opposite direction to everyone else and walked back to the Gryffindor common room, positively chortling. Suddenly there were quick footsteps behind them, both Ron and Hermione swung around to see Draco Malfoy, accompanied by his cronies, walking toward them.
Without thinking, Ron pulled Hermione into the nearest hiding place (a broom closet) oblivious of the fact that the Invisibility Cloak surrounded them. Uncomfortable though it was, being squashed in a nearly full broom closet had it's advantages. Although she didn't want to admit it, Hermione felt strangely satisfied, standing there squeezed next to Ron. Outside, the footsteps suddenly stopped in front of the closet.
"If I could get my hands on the jerk who did this," Hermione heard Draco drawl,"I would just..."
Here he trailed off and Hermione heard the sound of footsteps, slowly fading off.
" I think the coast is clear...come on!" Hermione said, poking her head out of the closet door.
She turned back and looked at Ron who had a strange expression planted on his face... as though he had just realised something.
"What is it?" Hermione asked, "Ron are you feeling - "
"Herm," Ron interrupted, edging closer "You're so...beautiful."
Hermione frowned. What's going on? She wondered.
She looked fown and saw Ron's long fingers squeezing her own warmly. Startled, she looked back up to see Ron's face, inches away from her own and slowly coming closer.
Before she knew what was happening - Hermione's lips were enveloped into a light kiss. If she hadn't known better, Hermione would have thought that this was heaven.
"Hermione Granger! what are you doing - need I remind you that this is your best friend Ron Weasley...do you think that doing this with him is a good idea?" said a small and irritating voice inside Hermione's head.
Hermione drew back at once, stumbling slightly on the bucket behind her. Startled by Hermione's action Ron lost his balance. By the time that he was safely back to his feet, it was too late. Hermione had run out of the cupboard - straight to the secluded second-floor Moaning Myrtle's toilet.
Back in the park, Hermione walked toward the swings. She sat down and began to rock back and forth gently.
"Well I guess it isn't completely his fault..i should have talked to him afterwards," she said to herself.
All throughout the journey back home and on Platform nine and three-quaters, Hermione had ignored all of Ron's attempts to explain or make conversation. She had spent the entire journey talking to Ginny and her group of friends, shooting odd glances at Ron, who was discussing Quidditch with Dean and Seamus, half-heartedly. (A/N: Harry's still at the Tournament, Dumbledore escorts him back to the Dursley's on 11th of July)
At the platform, Hermione hugged and talked to Mrs. Weasley, said good bye to Ginny then walked out of the Platform toward her parents, plastering a fake yet happy smile and carefree expression on her face.
After Hermione had thought her actions over, sitting there on the swing, she decided to send Ron an apology via Buckbeak (A/N: Dont ask) the owl she had recieved for a Christmas present from Harry and Ron in Fifth Yr.
She walked back home, crumpled up the note she had written, still lying on the kitchen bench and walked upstairs - thinking of how to phrase her apology.
A/N: do you like it? I if get 8 reviews, i'll continue pronto. If I dont get 8 reviews, I'll continue pronto anyway. Ciao
