*A/N: There will be more, mark my words! Don't think I haven't
stopped...just because it seems like it's done there will be (lots) more
chapters. Oh, and Sarah says hi. Luv alwayz~ Sarah Charlotte
"Dude, that was such a cute blouse, and Mr. I-Have-No-Regard-To-Fashion totally ruined it," Hannah said for the millionth time.
"So you really did meet him?" Hermione asked. Hannah and Harry nodded. They had already taken their DNA test and were waiting for the results to come in.
"Ooh! Owl time! Here's the mail it never fails..." Hannah said, quoting the Blue's Clues mail song that she had only seen a thousand times because of the kids she had used to baby-sit for.
A Hogwarts owl dropped a letter in front of Hermione. "Oh, good. It's your results. You open them, Hannah."
Hannah slowly opened the envelope and read the letter. "Dear Ms. Granger, we would like to inform you that the results tested positive, your clients are related better than that they are fraternal twins...oh, my, God. That's a little creepy!"
"Read on," Hermione told her. "Doctor's Comments: After doing research I've found out that both Hannah and Harry survived Voldemort together, however it was not Harry that defeated him it was Hannah...what? The whole medical profession is crack!"
Harry grabbed the letter. Ron looked at Hannah strangely. "You were the one that sent You-Know-Who a.k.a. Mr. I Have No Regard to Fashion off in hiding?"
"Why? Don't you think I could be? I mean I'm no Buffy or Xena or anything but I mean still. I could have been. It's very likely. Actually, it's more than likely. But still, if Harry got all the credit for it, where was I? I mean, why wasn't I in the picture? You know I mean granted they shipped me off to some adoption agency but...still..."
"But we both have scars," Harry said. "So...maybe we did it...together?"
"I'm calling my mom," Hannah said, pulling out her cell phone. "How does that work in here?" Hermione asked, perplexed. But it did work.
"Mom, hi, listen, I know this is shocking news, but, my friend Hermione you know her, she...there's this guy, okay? No, no, he's not my boyfriend. Listen, we both have the same dark hair and the same green eyes and the same scar. Well, Hermione took us to go get a DNA test, and yeah you have to have a legal adult but they don't ask for one, and he said we were twins. But...I have a ton of questions to ask you. What? No! You can't! But...that's not fair. Mom! I like it here! I really do! I don't want to have to leave just because you..."
Ron droned out the rest of the conversation in shock. Hannah, leaving Hogwarts wasn't right. She belonged here. She had three best friends and one that wanted to be more than a friend, one that would do anything for her.
"Mom, I'm staying right here no matter what you say!" she said and hung up. "You're leaving?" Hermione and Harry asked at the same time.
"You...you can't leave..." Ron said. "I know, especially now that we've all become friends and you found out that Harry's your twin and now your mom's pulling you out?" Hermione pointed out.
"She's coming this Tuesday...to come pull me out and take me back home. I'm getting a regular schooling and she's trying to soak all the magic out of me."
"I...have to go...study or something," Ron said. Harry, Hermione, and Hannah watched as he exited the great hall and turned right.
His thoughts were surrounding him in the courtyard. It was a really beautiful courtyard, but there was something he'd never seen before. He decided to go explore it. Something new to get his mind off of things.
But it didn't. He kept thinking about how lonely and empty he'd be without her. And it wasn't like she would come back. He'd heard loud and clear...her mother wanted to soak all the magic out of her. If she wasn't a witch anymore, she couldn't come back. He'd never see her again, and...he'd be so lonely.
"Hey, brave one," a voice said. "Whatcha doin here?"
He turned around. It was Hannah. Amazed at how she'd gotten her jacket and gotten here so fast, he couldn't help but smile.
"Just...thinking...about things." He said.
"I thought you said you were going to study."
"I was. But, I couldn't concentrate."
"Sure got out here fast. Usually it takes me, like, fifteen minutes to realize I can't concentrate. Besides, the dormitories are far away from here. You said you were studying."
He shrugged. "I lied."
"Why'd you leave?"
"It sure is cold for October." He figured the more he could stall, the further away he could steer the conversation and never have to answer her question.
"Don't change the subject, Ron! I want to know why you left."
He turned to face her. She was beautiful, her hair blowing in the wind. He noticed that her hair was lighter than Harry's.
A raindrop fell on his nose, but he didn't bother to wipe it off. For some reason, at the clap of thunder, he knew he either could tell her now or never...Tuesday was only two days away.
"I love you. Okay? I love you and I always have loved you. You know, ever since I first saw you I knew I did. The girl I like that I asked you the questions about...it was you. I'm not just saying I love you. I mean I am in love with you."
Hannah blinked. He was still standing there. "Did you just say that?" she asked. "Just say...what?"
"That whole thing about...about love." Ron shook his head and looked at her like she was crazy. "No. I didn't say anything."
"Oh." She said, disappointed but glad that she didn't say anything back, because it would be too weird.
"Come on, I wanna show you something," he said. He took her hand and they ran off through the 'forest'. After about two minutes Ron stopped.
"Look," he said. It was a huge, clear pool of water - and it looked clean, sparkling, and inviting. "We can't go in! It's raining! Do you know how dangerous that is?" Hannah asked.
"So?" Ron asked, and jumped in. "Come on!"
"No," Hannah said. "I'm not going to."
"Do!" Ron said. "It'll be fun!"
Hannah sat down on a rock. "It's stupid!"
"That's not why you don't wanna come in."
"You're right. I...I can't swim."
"You've got to be kidding! Come in, I'll teach you how."
"You're not teaching me how to swim!"
"Just come in."
Hannah jumped in, but Ron caught her. "See, I'll hold you like this, the entire time."
She flipped over so that she was in standing position, but she was too short. "It's okay, it's okay," Ron said when he saw she was panicking. He was holding her around the waist. His arms were wrapped around her tiny waist and she was floating there, almost weightless, in the water.
Unknowingly she put her arms around his neck...almost like it was involuntary. This put them closer than they'd ever been before. "This is an awfully romantic position for two people who are just friends," she said.
"I...I don't want to be just friends, Hannah," Ron said. "Ron, what are you talking about?" she asked.
He continued, so she knew that she wasn't dreaming. "I...I know they say that you can't fall in love when you're this young. But I don't care. I'm in love with you, Hannah. I love you and I always have loved you. I don't know what else to say. I mean I've been completely honest with you."
She smiled at him, thrilled to be hearing these words. "I love you too, Ron," she said, and kissed him. It was the perfect, made-for-TV kiss.
They knew they had to get out at that moment, so they did. It had stopped raining and it was still cold, but they had gotten all their clothes wet. So they laid down on a non-grassy part of land and waited to dry before returning to the castle.
Before they knew it, they were asleep. Ron pulled Hannah closer to him and put his arms around her. This moment in time, he knew, was perfect.
He couldn't have asked for a better one.
"Dude, that was such a cute blouse, and Mr. I-Have-No-Regard-To-Fashion totally ruined it," Hannah said for the millionth time.
"So you really did meet him?" Hermione asked. Hannah and Harry nodded. They had already taken their DNA test and were waiting for the results to come in.
"Ooh! Owl time! Here's the mail it never fails..." Hannah said, quoting the Blue's Clues mail song that she had only seen a thousand times because of the kids she had used to baby-sit for.
A Hogwarts owl dropped a letter in front of Hermione. "Oh, good. It's your results. You open them, Hannah."
Hannah slowly opened the envelope and read the letter. "Dear Ms. Granger, we would like to inform you that the results tested positive, your clients are related better than that they are fraternal twins...oh, my, God. That's a little creepy!"
"Read on," Hermione told her. "Doctor's Comments: After doing research I've found out that both Hannah and Harry survived Voldemort together, however it was not Harry that defeated him it was Hannah...what? The whole medical profession is crack!"
Harry grabbed the letter. Ron looked at Hannah strangely. "You were the one that sent You-Know-Who a.k.a. Mr. I Have No Regard to Fashion off in hiding?"
"Why? Don't you think I could be? I mean I'm no Buffy or Xena or anything but I mean still. I could have been. It's very likely. Actually, it's more than likely. But still, if Harry got all the credit for it, where was I? I mean, why wasn't I in the picture? You know I mean granted they shipped me off to some adoption agency but...still..."
"But we both have scars," Harry said. "So...maybe we did it...together?"
"I'm calling my mom," Hannah said, pulling out her cell phone. "How does that work in here?" Hermione asked, perplexed. But it did work.
"Mom, hi, listen, I know this is shocking news, but, my friend Hermione you know her, she...there's this guy, okay? No, no, he's not my boyfriend. Listen, we both have the same dark hair and the same green eyes and the same scar. Well, Hermione took us to go get a DNA test, and yeah you have to have a legal adult but they don't ask for one, and he said we were twins. But...I have a ton of questions to ask you. What? No! You can't! But...that's not fair. Mom! I like it here! I really do! I don't want to have to leave just because you..."
Ron droned out the rest of the conversation in shock. Hannah, leaving Hogwarts wasn't right. She belonged here. She had three best friends and one that wanted to be more than a friend, one that would do anything for her.
"Mom, I'm staying right here no matter what you say!" she said and hung up. "You're leaving?" Hermione and Harry asked at the same time.
"You...you can't leave..." Ron said. "I know, especially now that we've all become friends and you found out that Harry's your twin and now your mom's pulling you out?" Hermione pointed out.
"She's coming this Tuesday...to come pull me out and take me back home. I'm getting a regular schooling and she's trying to soak all the magic out of me."
"I...have to go...study or something," Ron said. Harry, Hermione, and Hannah watched as he exited the great hall and turned right.
His thoughts were surrounding him in the courtyard. It was a really beautiful courtyard, but there was something he'd never seen before. He decided to go explore it. Something new to get his mind off of things.
But it didn't. He kept thinking about how lonely and empty he'd be without her. And it wasn't like she would come back. He'd heard loud and clear...her mother wanted to soak all the magic out of her. If she wasn't a witch anymore, she couldn't come back. He'd never see her again, and...he'd be so lonely.
"Hey, brave one," a voice said. "Whatcha doin here?"
He turned around. It was Hannah. Amazed at how she'd gotten her jacket and gotten here so fast, he couldn't help but smile.
"Just...thinking...about things." He said.
"I thought you said you were going to study."
"I was. But, I couldn't concentrate."
"Sure got out here fast. Usually it takes me, like, fifteen minutes to realize I can't concentrate. Besides, the dormitories are far away from here. You said you were studying."
He shrugged. "I lied."
"Why'd you leave?"
"It sure is cold for October." He figured the more he could stall, the further away he could steer the conversation and never have to answer her question.
"Don't change the subject, Ron! I want to know why you left."
He turned to face her. She was beautiful, her hair blowing in the wind. He noticed that her hair was lighter than Harry's.
A raindrop fell on his nose, but he didn't bother to wipe it off. For some reason, at the clap of thunder, he knew he either could tell her now or never...Tuesday was only two days away.
"I love you. Okay? I love you and I always have loved you. You know, ever since I first saw you I knew I did. The girl I like that I asked you the questions about...it was you. I'm not just saying I love you. I mean I am in love with you."
Hannah blinked. He was still standing there. "Did you just say that?" she asked. "Just say...what?"
"That whole thing about...about love." Ron shook his head and looked at her like she was crazy. "No. I didn't say anything."
"Oh." She said, disappointed but glad that she didn't say anything back, because it would be too weird.
"Come on, I wanna show you something," he said. He took her hand and they ran off through the 'forest'. After about two minutes Ron stopped.
"Look," he said. It was a huge, clear pool of water - and it looked clean, sparkling, and inviting. "We can't go in! It's raining! Do you know how dangerous that is?" Hannah asked.
"So?" Ron asked, and jumped in. "Come on!"
"No," Hannah said. "I'm not going to."
"Do!" Ron said. "It'll be fun!"
Hannah sat down on a rock. "It's stupid!"
"That's not why you don't wanna come in."
"You're right. I...I can't swim."
"You've got to be kidding! Come in, I'll teach you how."
"You're not teaching me how to swim!"
"Just come in."
Hannah jumped in, but Ron caught her. "See, I'll hold you like this, the entire time."
She flipped over so that she was in standing position, but she was too short. "It's okay, it's okay," Ron said when he saw she was panicking. He was holding her around the waist. His arms were wrapped around her tiny waist and she was floating there, almost weightless, in the water.
Unknowingly she put her arms around his neck...almost like it was involuntary. This put them closer than they'd ever been before. "This is an awfully romantic position for two people who are just friends," she said.
"I...I don't want to be just friends, Hannah," Ron said. "Ron, what are you talking about?" she asked.
He continued, so she knew that she wasn't dreaming. "I...I know they say that you can't fall in love when you're this young. But I don't care. I'm in love with you, Hannah. I love you and I always have loved you. I don't know what else to say. I mean I've been completely honest with you."
She smiled at him, thrilled to be hearing these words. "I love you too, Ron," she said, and kissed him. It was the perfect, made-for-TV kiss.
They knew they had to get out at that moment, so they did. It had stopped raining and it was still cold, but they had gotten all their clothes wet. So they laid down on a non-grassy part of land and waited to dry before returning to the castle.
Before they knew it, they were asleep. Ron pulled Hannah closer to him and put his arms around her. This moment in time, he knew, was perfect.
He couldn't have asked for a better one.
