Jae: * sigh * Friday.. I love Fridays, don't you Andrew?
Andrew: Less talk, more relaxing
* Jae throws a pillow at Andrew *
Jae: Anyway, hello my dear readers and this is the second chapter of my first ever drama/romance fic "Wrong Turn".
Andrew: And I'm here at Jae's house because my parents decided to visit! I want food. Did aunt Hermione make anything?
Jae: * rolls eyes * yes, she made an apple pie, but you have a competition with my brother on that.
Andrew: T.J.? I could take him any day!
Jae: * laughs * yeah, the last time you did, you ended up not being able to talk because T.J. put a silencing charm on you because you kept complaining that you lost against him.
Andrew: * glares * He cheated, okay?
Jae: How could he cheat? You were racing on broomsticks, and don't say he had a better one than yours because you both have the same broomsticks!
Andrew: * pouts *
Jae: * laughs * Okay guys! Enjoy this second chapter!
Wrong Turn: Potions Class
~*~ Library ~*~
Dean walked over to the table where Hermione was working by herself. He took a seat in front of her, and that's when he noticed the people around them staring and whispering at them. He did the first thing that came into his mind: He stuck his tongue out at them. When he did, everyone looked away. He smirked and leaned back on the chair, staring at Hermione who did not look up from the parchment that she was writing in. Dean decided to make his presence known.
"When are you going to tell everyone that we're not going out?" he asked. Hermione looked up at him.
"Well hello to you too," she smiled. Dean smiled. Hermione has changed from a bushy-haired, bucktooth, bossy know-it-all girl into a straight-haired, carefree, good-natured woman. Hermione is still the smartest witch in Hogwarts, but her life didn't revolve around it anymore.
"Dean, are you okay?" Hermione's voice broke Dean's thoughts. He nodded.
"I'm good, but you still didn't answer my question," he said. Hermione smiled.
"Well it's no use to deny it to the people. Whatever I say, they would just keep thinking the opposite, so might as well don't pay attention," she replied. Dean smirked. Trust Hermione to think about these things logically. 'She does have a point though,' he thought. Hermione finished writing at the parchment and handed it to him, who took it. The parchment was filled with lyrics of a song. Dean studied it, and then it clicked.
"Writing another song about Harry?" he asked. Hermione bit her lip, avoiding his gaze. Dean knows that Hermione is in love with Harry, and losing his friendship and from Cho must have broke her heart, which resulted in her running to him for comfort. Dean looked back at the parchment.
"I made a lot of songs that I dedicated to you," Hermione said. Dean laughed.
"I know Mione," he replied. He was grateful for it too, because the songs that Hermione dedicated to him were really sweet. He was amazed at how well Hermione writes songs and sings them.
"When are we going to tell Ron, Lavender, Ginny and Draco about these?" he asked. Hermione looked thoughtful.
"Well, The Head Boy and Girl Roger Davies and this girl from Hufflepuff that I have yet to learn the name decided to make a ball for their last time in Hogwarts, and I'm thinking of performing then," Hermione explained. Dean nodded.
"Not a bad idea," he said. During fifth year, Dean and his old-time-friend- before-he-left-for-America Seamus Finnigan made a wrong turn and ended up in a room that looked like a muggle music studio. Since they both love music, it didn't take them long to figure out how to work it (with a little help from magic of course!). As soon as they did, they found Hermione, singing a song while heading to the Gryffindor Common Room. They showed her the studio and wanted her to sing for them. At first Hermione didn't want to, but when Harry chose Cho over her and Ron, she found comfort in making songs and singing them.
".. Until then, you promise you won't say anything? Dean? Dean!" Dean blinked rapidly before focusing on Hermione, who looked impatient.
"Sorry, lost my head there for a moment," he said. Hermione shook her head, but her smile gave her away.
"I promise I won't tell them anything about this, so therefore, I must hide this because Malfoy's coming," He said, folding the parchment before placing it in his pocket. Dean looked at Hermione.
"Same time tonight?" he asked. Hermione nodded. As if on cue, Draco reached their table.
"Hey Draco," Hermione smiled. Draco smiled back.
"Hello Malfoy," Dean said. Draco looked at Dean.
"Hey you two, Potions is about to start," he said. Hermione gathered her books, standing up. Dean took some of her books, and Hermione smiled gratefully at him.
"Let's go then," she said, and the three of them headed to the Potions class together.
~*~ Potions ~*~
"Today, we will be making a shrinking potion," Professor Snape told his class.
"The ingredients are already up in the board, so please copy it and I will assign who your partner would be. Thomas and Malfoy, Brown and Weasley, Granger and Potter.." Harry perked up at hearing his and Hermione's name. He watched Hermione, who was busy copying the ingredients, and immediately froze when hearing her name being partnered up with him. Over at Hermione's table, Ron was patting her knee.
"It'll be okay, Hermione. If he tries anything, I'll hex him," he said. Hermione gave him a tight smile. Hermione stood up.
"I'm done copying, so I guess I better go," she said, her voice quivering. She would have to work with Harry, and this is the first time they would actually communicate ever since Harry left her and Ron. She gave one last look at Ron, Lavender, Dean and Draco who gave her a sympathetic smile before she headed to Harry's table. Hermione took a deep breath before dropping herself on the chair beside Harry.
"Okay, let's work on this," she said, not looking at Harry as she took out the ingredients. Harry was having a different situation. He found that he couldn't speak to Hermione and could only watch her beautiful face as she concentrated on mixing all the ingredients in the cauldron. In what seemed like forever, he finally found his voice.
"Loosen up, Hermione. I still think of you as my friend, you know," he said. Apparently, it was the wrong thing to say because he saw Hermione grip the stirring rod harder until her knuckles were white.
"Potter, I really don't want to discuss personal matters while I'm doing this," Harry flinched at the cold tone in her voice. 'You did this to her, so you have no one to blame but yourself,' he reminded himself. He tried again anyway.
"But-" Hermione interrupted him.
"Pass me a vial," she said. Harry sighed and handed her a vial, and she expertly put some of the shrinking potion in it and closing it. Hermione studied the shrinking potion and wrote something on the parchment. Harry just watched her. 'Why did I choose Cho over you?' this question kept repeating itself in his head. He swallowed the lump in his throat.
"Hermione, please here me out. I never meant to-" But Hermione interrupted him once more.
"Done," she said. She tossed the vial at Harry.
"Keep it, I don't want it," she said before gathering her things. Harry grabbed her arm.
"Please Hermione, let me explain everything," he pleaded. His heart pricked when he saw a tear roll down from Hermione's face and landed on his arm.
"Just let me go," she whispered. Harry hesitated before letting go of her. At that moment, Snape spoke.
"All right class, dismissed," he said. Hermione ran out of the classroom, Harry following her with his eyes. He picked up his books, only to have a hand stop it from getting picked up. He looked up to see an angry Ron.
"What did you do to her?" he spat out. Harry stared back at him calmly.
"I'm warning you Potter, make her cry again and I will have your head," Ron said before storming off, Lavender hot on his trail. Harry closed his eyes.
"I'm so sorry Hermione," he whispered before leaving. Little did he know that Dean was there, watching him. He shook his head.
"If you only knew Harry," he said.
Jae: Okay! I'm done this chapter that explains the truth between Dean and my mum!
* Harry comes in *
Jae: Hey dad
Harry: Hello sweetie
Jae: Do you need anything?
Harry: No, I just wanted to show you something. * He pulls Andrew in front of him, who has an apple for a head *
Jae: * laughing * let me guess: T.J. beat you to the apple pie, so you tried to hex him but you missed and he transfigured your head into an apple.
Andrew: * glares at Jae * shut up
Jae: * laughs harder *
Harry: you kids be good now! * Looks at Andrew one more time before chuckling and leaving Jae's room *
Andrew: Come on Jae! I know that you know how to get my head back.
Jae: * red from laughing * But red looks good on you! * Ducks from a pillow * okay, okay. All right everyone! You know what to do! Read and review! Bye!
Andrew: Less talk, more relaxing
* Jae throws a pillow at Andrew *
Jae: Anyway, hello my dear readers and this is the second chapter of my first ever drama/romance fic "Wrong Turn".
Andrew: And I'm here at Jae's house because my parents decided to visit! I want food. Did aunt Hermione make anything?
Jae: * rolls eyes * yes, she made an apple pie, but you have a competition with my brother on that.
Andrew: T.J.? I could take him any day!
Jae: * laughs * yeah, the last time you did, you ended up not being able to talk because T.J. put a silencing charm on you because you kept complaining that you lost against him.
Andrew: * glares * He cheated, okay?
Jae: How could he cheat? You were racing on broomsticks, and don't say he had a better one than yours because you both have the same broomsticks!
Andrew: * pouts *
Jae: * laughs * Okay guys! Enjoy this second chapter!
Wrong Turn: Potions Class
~*~ Library ~*~
Dean walked over to the table where Hermione was working by herself. He took a seat in front of her, and that's when he noticed the people around them staring and whispering at them. He did the first thing that came into his mind: He stuck his tongue out at them. When he did, everyone looked away. He smirked and leaned back on the chair, staring at Hermione who did not look up from the parchment that she was writing in. Dean decided to make his presence known.
"When are you going to tell everyone that we're not going out?" he asked. Hermione looked up at him.
"Well hello to you too," she smiled. Dean smiled. Hermione has changed from a bushy-haired, bucktooth, bossy know-it-all girl into a straight-haired, carefree, good-natured woman. Hermione is still the smartest witch in Hogwarts, but her life didn't revolve around it anymore.
"Dean, are you okay?" Hermione's voice broke Dean's thoughts. He nodded.
"I'm good, but you still didn't answer my question," he said. Hermione smiled.
"Well it's no use to deny it to the people. Whatever I say, they would just keep thinking the opposite, so might as well don't pay attention," she replied. Dean smirked. Trust Hermione to think about these things logically. 'She does have a point though,' he thought. Hermione finished writing at the parchment and handed it to him, who took it. The parchment was filled with lyrics of a song. Dean studied it, and then it clicked.
"Writing another song about Harry?" he asked. Hermione bit her lip, avoiding his gaze. Dean knows that Hermione is in love with Harry, and losing his friendship and from Cho must have broke her heart, which resulted in her running to him for comfort. Dean looked back at the parchment.
"I made a lot of songs that I dedicated to you," Hermione said. Dean laughed.
"I know Mione," he replied. He was grateful for it too, because the songs that Hermione dedicated to him were really sweet. He was amazed at how well Hermione writes songs and sings them.
"When are we going to tell Ron, Lavender, Ginny and Draco about these?" he asked. Hermione looked thoughtful.
"Well, The Head Boy and Girl Roger Davies and this girl from Hufflepuff that I have yet to learn the name decided to make a ball for their last time in Hogwarts, and I'm thinking of performing then," Hermione explained. Dean nodded.
"Not a bad idea," he said. During fifth year, Dean and his old-time-friend- before-he-left-for-America Seamus Finnigan made a wrong turn and ended up in a room that looked like a muggle music studio. Since they both love music, it didn't take them long to figure out how to work it (with a little help from magic of course!). As soon as they did, they found Hermione, singing a song while heading to the Gryffindor Common Room. They showed her the studio and wanted her to sing for them. At first Hermione didn't want to, but when Harry chose Cho over her and Ron, she found comfort in making songs and singing them.
".. Until then, you promise you won't say anything? Dean? Dean!" Dean blinked rapidly before focusing on Hermione, who looked impatient.
"Sorry, lost my head there for a moment," he said. Hermione shook her head, but her smile gave her away.
"I promise I won't tell them anything about this, so therefore, I must hide this because Malfoy's coming," He said, folding the parchment before placing it in his pocket. Dean looked at Hermione.
"Same time tonight?" he asked. Hermione nodded. As if on cue, Draco reached their table.
"Hey Draco," Hermione smiled. Draco smiled back.
"Hello Malfoy," Dean said. Draco looked at Dean.
"Hey you two, Potions is about to start," he said. Hermione gathered her books, standing up. Dean took some of her books, and Hermione smiled gratefully at him.
"Let's go then," she said, and the three of them headed to the Potions class together.
~*~ Potions ~*~
"Today, we will be making a shrinking potion," Professor Snape told his class.
"The ingredients are already up in the board, so please copy it and I will assign who your partner would be. Thomas and Malfoy, Brown and Weasley, Granger and Potter.." Harry perked up at hearing his and Hermione's name. He watched Hermione, who was busy copying the ingredients, and immediately froze when hearing her name being partnered up with him. Over at Hermione's table, Ron was patting her knee.
"It'll be okay, Hermione. If he tries anything, I'll hex him," he said. Hermione gave him a tight smile. Hermione stood up.
"I'm done copying, so I guess I better go," she said, her voice quivering. She would have to work with Harry, and this is the first time they would actually communicate ever since Harry left her and Ron. She gave one last look at Ron, Lavender, Dean and Draco who gave her a sympathetic smile before she headed to Harry's table. Hermione took a deep breath before dropping herself on the chair beside Harry.
"Okay, let's work on this," she said, not looking at Harry as she took out the ingredients. Harry was having a different situation. He found that he couldn't speak to Hermione and could only watch her beautiful face as she concentrated on mixing all the ingredients in the cauldron. In what seemed like forever, he finally found his voice.
"Loosen up, Hermione. I still think of you as my friend, you know," he said. Apparently, it was the wrong thing to say because he saw Hermione grip the stirring rod harder until her knuckles were white.
"Potter, I really don't want to discuss personal matters while I'm doing this," Harry flinched at the cold tone in her voice. 'You did this to her, so you have no one to blame but yourself,' he reminded himself. He tried again anyway.
"But-" Hermione interrupted him.
"Pass me a vial," she said. Harry sighed and handed her a vial, and she expertly put some of the shrinking potion in it and closing it. Hermione studied the shrinking potion and wrote something on the parchment. Harry just watched her. 'Why did I choose Cho over you?' this question kept repeating itself in his head. He swallowed the lump in his throat.
"Hermione, please here me out. I never meant to-" But Hermione interrupted him once more.
"Done," she said. She tossed the vial at Harry.
"Keep it, I don't want it," she said before gathering her things. Harry grabbed her arm.
"Please Hermione, let me explain everything," he pleaded. His heart pricked when he saw a tear roll down from Hermione's face and landed on his arm.
"Just let me go," she whispered. Harry hesitated before letting go of her. At that moment, Snape spoke.
"All right class, dismissed," he said. Hermione ran out of the classroom, Harry following her with his eyes. He picked up his books, only to have a hand stop it from getting picked up. He looked up to see an angry Ron.
"What did you do to her?" he spat out. Harry stared back at him calmly.
"I'm warning you Potter, make her cry again and I will have your head," Ron said before storming off, Lavender hot on his trail. Harry closed his eyes.
"I'm so sorry Hermione," he whispered before leaving. Little did he know that Dean was there, watching him. He shook his head.
"If you only knew Harry," he said.
Jae: Okay! I'm done this chapter that explains the truth between Dean and my mum!
* Harry comes in *
Jae: Hey dad
Harry: Hello sweetie
Jae: Do you need anything?
Harry: No, I just wanted to show you something. * He pulls Andrew in front of him, who has an apple for a head *
Jae: * laughing * let me guess: T.J. beat you to the apple pie, so you tried to hex him but you missed and he transfigured your head into an apple.
Andrew: * glares at Jae * shut up
Jae: * laughs harder *
Harry: you kids be good now! * Looks at Andrew one more time before chuckling and leaving Jae's room *
Andrew: Come on Jae! I know that you know how to get my head back.
Jae: * red from laughing * But red looks good on you! * Ducks from a pillow * okay, okay. All right everyone! You know what to do! Read and review! Bye!