Author's Note: Sorry it took me so long to post this chapter. I've been so
busy and my
computer was being stupid. It wouldn't let me post anything.
So, I'm
posting it at school. This chapter addresses the reviewers who
reminded me
that R/H wouldn't be quite so accepting so soon. I hope you
enjoy it and
please, please please PLEASE review.
Chapter Four:
".Ginny Weasley." (A.N. Did you ever doubt it?) Neville grinned, "Aww! That's cute! I always knew you two would end up together." Leaning over, he whispered, "Harry, my one true love isn't a girl." Harry giggled. "A guy? Neville, I never knew you were gay!" Neville nodded. "I realised it last year when I was getting a lot of help from this guy. He was so nice to me. Anyway, he's a Slytherin fifth year." Harry asked eagerly, "Well, who is it?" Neville replied, quietly. "Blaise Zabini." As he finished uttering his love's name, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning quickly, he took in the sight of Blaise looking at him hungrily. "Blaise! Um.Harry, I'll see you later." He hurried away with Blaise by his side. MEANWHILE
Ron broke the kiss reluctantly. "'Mione, we'd better stop or we'll be.you know, in front of our entire class." He moved a stray bit of hair out of her face with his thumb and whispered, "How in the bloody hell did I get so lucky?" Hermione kissed his thumb gently. "I'm the lucky one. I love you so much." Suddenly, Professor Snape clapped his sweaty palms together once to get the attention of the class. "Okay, I have decided to give you the antidote now." He looked directly at Ron and Hermione as he continued. "Professor Dumbledore reminded me that some secrets are best left kept." He began to pass out tiny vials of a tan liquid. When he got to Ron, Harry, and Hermione, he sneered slightly, then passed on in a swirl of black, musty robes. Hermione gulped it down, grimacing at its oniony flavour. She looked around the room, trying to see who had been with whom. She noticed a few pairs of the same sex, with the most odd being Neville and Blaise Zabini. Even after the antidote kicked in, those two chose to stay near each other. Ron took his arm away from Hermione's waist discreetly. /Damn Snape to hell! He did this just to embarrass Hermione and me. I swear I wouldn't be surprised if he was a spy for You-Know-Who./ He growled low in his throat at the thought of Snape telling You-Know-Who about the prophecy and betraying them all. Deep down, he knew that while Snape was grumpy and mean, he was on the side of good. It was just hard to remember that sometimes. Harry felt a slight tingling in his chest as the antidote neutralised the attraction potion. /When on earth did I start seeing Ginny as a woman and not my best friend's little sister? God, Ron is going to kill me bit by bit if he ever finds out. I wonder if she'd ever consider going to Hogsmeade with me some weekend? But if the whole crush thing was a schoolgirl type of attraction, she might laugh in my face./ Finally, the class ended and the three filed out, all lost in their own thoughts. They didn't begin to speak to each other until they reached the Great Hall and sat down to lunch. Ron was the first to break the silence. "Bloody damn Snape. I hate him! Did you see the look he gave us when he handed out the antidote? He would have loved to have us be tortured further." Hermione put a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Ron, he stopped eventually, even if it did take Dumbledore saying it." Ron nodded reluctantly. "I know, its just.argh!" They ate quickly so they could hurry to Charms, because they had arrived late to lunch and had little time to eat before their Charms lesson. When they arrived, Professor Flitwick announced, "Today, we will be working with Subconscious Charms. They will bring what you are thinking subconsciously to the top of your mind and make you speak about it to your partner. Now, will someone please come up here and show the class how to do this charm?" Hermione immediately began to raise her hand, and then remembered that she had secrets in her subconscious that no one could know. Luckily, Professor Flitwick had already called on Parvati Patil, who, although she was frivolous, was a good student, especially in Charms. Parvati flounced up to the front and performed the charm exactly as she had read in the reading that the professor had assigned. As soon as she was finished, her mouth opened and she quickly began to speak. "Ooh, I can't WAIT until I'm out of Divination! My other never wants me to quit that class, but I hate it. The old bat's a fraud. True sight, my bum! I have to suck up and pretend to enjoy it, but I don't! I HATE IT!" Then, in a complete change of topic, "Oh, I need to remember to meet Seamus at 8:00 pm tonight. Hmm, I wonder if I should wear that new lipstick, Berry Breeze? I'll have to put a charm on it to stay where it is, because I know how much Seamus hates it getting on his face!" Before she could go any further, Professor Flitwick performed the countercharm. Parvati immediately went back to her desk, face burning almost as red as a Weasley's hair. As they were getting into partners to practice, an unknown student with blonde hair and blue eyes stuck his face into the classroom and cleared his throat. "The Headmaster sent me to collect Harry Potter." Harry groaned, but got up, took his belongings, and followed the messenger into the hallway. Hermione and Ron let out identical sighs of relief. Neither could let Harry know the thoughts whirling around their subconscious. Ron turned to his wife and said, "Well, I suppose we'd better get to work. Do you want to go first or would you like me to?" Hermione shrugged. "I'll go first if you want, I really don't care." Ron grinned. "What? Hermione not caring about schoolwork? Oh, the horror!" She stuck her tongue out at him as he continued. "Eh, I'll go first and get it over with." He picked up his want and muttered the charm. His mouth opened and he began babbling. "God, Hermione, I love you so much, but I'm so not ready for marriage. I'm not good enough for you yet. I'm so scared you'll divorce me right after we defeat You-Know-Who and decide to be with someone else. I'm afraid you hate it when we make love. I'm terrified that you'll get pregnant and I know I'M not ready to be a parent." Professor Flitwick announced to the class, "Okay, please administer the countercharm now." Hermione though still in shock at what her husband had revealed, pulled out her wand and spoke the countercharm. Ron quit speaking abruptly. His ears burning, he apologized. "I'm so sorry, 'Mione. I do love you, but I'm just too young for marriage. Please forgive me." Hermione smiled at him and gently squeezed his hand. "Oh Ron, I completely understand. Don't you remember I thought we were too young before we went through with this whole thing? I don't care if you're thinking the exact same thing I am!" As she finished speaking, Professor Flitwick announced that it was time for the other person to have the charm put on them. Ron complied and Hermione began speaking. "Thank God Ron feels the same way I do. I'm so glad I finally saw the truth about him and got over my stupid first year crush on..."
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Chapter Four:
".Ginny Weasley." (A.N. Did you ever doubt it?) Neville grinned, "Aww! That's cute! I always knew you two would end up together." Leaning over, he whispered, "Harry, my one true love isn't a girl." Harry giggled. "A guy? Neville, I never knew you were gay!" Neville nodded. "I realised it last year when I was getting a lot of help from this guy. He was so nice to me. Anyway, he's a Slytherin fifth year." Harry asked eagerly, "Well, who is it?" Neville replied, quietly. "Blaise Zabini." As he finished uttering his love's name, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning quickly, he took in the sight of Blaise looking at him hungrily. "Blaise! Um.Harry, I'll see you later." He hurried away with Blaise by his side. MEANWHILE
Ron broke the kiss reluctantly. "'Mione, we'd better stop or we'll be.you know, in front of our entire class." He moved a stray bit of hair out of her face with his thumb and whispered, "How in the bloody hell did I get so lucky?" Hermione kissed his thumb gently. "I'm the lucky one. I love you so much." Suddenly, Professor Snape clapped his sweaty palms together once to get the attention of the class. "Okay, I have decided to give you the antidote now." He looked directly at Ron and Hermione as he continued. "Professor Dumbledore reminded me that some secrets are best left kept." He began to pass out tiny vials of a tan liquid. When he got to Ron, Harry, and Hermione, he sneered slightly, then passed on in a swirl of black, musty robes. Hermione gulped it down, grimacing at its oniony flavour. She looked around the room, trying to see who had been with whom. She noticed a few pairs of the same sex, with the most odd being Neville and Blaise Zabini. Even after the antidote kicked in, those two chose to stay near each other. Ron took his arm away from Hermione's waist discreetly. /Damn Snape to hell! He did this just to embarrass Hermione and me. I swear I wouldn't be surprised if he was a spy for You-Know-Who./ He growled low in his throat at the thought of Snape telling You-Know-Who about the prophecy and betraying them all. Deep down, he knew that while Snape was grumpy and mean, he was on the side of good. It was just hard to remember that sometimes. Harry felt a slight tingling in his chest as the antidote neutralised the attraction potion. /When on earth did I start seeing Ginny as a woman and not my best friend's little sister? God, Ron is going to kill me bit by bit if he ever finds out. I wonder if she'd ever consider going to Hogsmeade with me some weekend? But if the whole crush thing was a schoolgirl type of attraction, she might laugh in my face./ Finally, the class ended and the three filed out, all lost in their own thoughts. They didn't begin to speak to each other until they reached the Great Hall and sat down to lunch. Ron was the first to break the silence. "Bloody damn Snape. I hate him! Did you see the look he gave us when he handed out the antidote? He would have loved to have us be tortured further." Hermione put a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Ron, he stopped eventually, even if it did take Dumbledore saying it." Ron nodded reluctantly. "I know, its just.argh!" They ate quickly so they could hurry to Charms, because they had arrived late to lunch and had little time to eat before their Charms lesson. When they arrived, Professor Flitwick announced, "Today, we will be working with Subconscious Charms. They will bring what you are thinking subconsciously to the top of your mind and make you speak about it to your partner. Now, will someone please come up here and show the class how to do this charm?" Hermione immediately began to raise her hand, and then remembered that she had secrets in her subconscious that no one could know. Luckily, Professor Flitwick had already called on Parvati Patil, who, although she was frivolous, was a good student, especially in Charms. Parvati flounced up to the front and performed the charm exactly as she had read in the reading that the professor had assigned. As soon as she was finished, her mouth opened and she quickly began to speak. "Ooh, I can't WAIT until I'm out of Divination! My other never wants me to quit that class, but I hate it. The old bat's a fraud. True sight, my bum! I have to suck up and pretend to enjoy it, but I don't! I HATE IT!" Then, in a complete change of topic, "Oh, I need to remember to meet Seamus at 8:00 pm tonight. Hmm, I wonder if I should wear that new lipstick, Berry Breeze? I'll have to put a charm on it to stay where it is, because I know how much Seamus hates it getting on his face!" Before she could go any further, Professor Flitwick performed the countercharm. Parvati immediately went back to her desk, face burning almost as red as a Weasley's hair. As they were getting into partners to practice, an unknown student with blonde hair and blue eyes stuck his face into the classroom and cleared his throat. "The Headmaster sent me to collect Harry Potter." Harry groaned, but got up, took his belongings, and followed the messenger into the hallway. Hermione and Ron let out identical sighs of relief. Neither could let Harry know the thoughts whirling around their subconscious. Ron turned to his wife and said, "Well, I suppose we'd better get to work. Do you want to go first or would you like me to?" Hermione shrugged. "I'll go first if you want, I really don't care." Ron grinned. "What? Hermione not caring about schoolwork? Oh, the horror!" She stuck her tongue out at him as he continued. "Eh, I'll go first and get it over with." He picked up his want and muttered the charm. His mouth opened and he began babbling. "God, Hermione, I love you so much, but I'm so not ready for marriage. I'm not good enough for you yet. I'm so scared you'll divorce me right after we defeat You-Know-Who and decide to be with someone else. I'm afraid you hate it when we make love. I'm terrified that you'll get pregnant and I know I'M not ready to be a parent." Professor Flitwick announced to the class, "Okay, please administer the countercharm now." Hermione though still in shock at what her husband had revealed, pulled out her wand and spoke the countercharm. Ron quit speaking abruptly. His ears burning, he apologized. "I'm so sorry, 'Mione. I do love you, but I'm just too young for marriage. Please forgive me." Hermione smiled at him and gently squeezed his hand. "Oh Ron, I completely understand. Don't you remember I thought we were too young before we went through with this whole thing? I don't care if you're thinking the exact same thing I am!" As she finished speaking, Professor Flitwick announced that it was time for the other person to have the charm put on them. Ron complied and Hermione began speaking. "Thank God Ron feels the same way I do. I'm so glad I finally saw the truth about him and got over my stupid first year crush on..."
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