More Than Just Friends (by ilukaiba who doesn't own HP…)
((A/N I am experimenting with HTML in this chappy, if it works out I'll change the whole ficcy to HTML if it doesn't I'll fix this one…))
Chapter 7
"Life sucks." Hermione said aloud as she ran past Hagrid's hut. She kept running, past the Quidditch pitch, past everything in her way.
"Who cares about Harry Potter anyway?" she muttered shivering. The tremendous cold was making her feet go numb; she kept running in spite of her pain. The pain that she felt in her realization that Harry didn't love her was worse than any other pain.
"Damn him. Is he blind?" She kept running, not looking back at the Hogwarts castle, not caring for the first time in her life. She knew that someone had probably noticed her absence; after all, there weren't that many people in the school to begin with.
'Idiot.' Her tears were pouring like the rain now. Mud splattered all over her robes as she ran endlessly.
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Harry was also running, running from a very annoyed Madame Pomfrey.
"Where are you going, child! You must not leave. You are not in the condition to be doing anything other than lying in bed."
He rolled his eyes and proceeded to run from her. "I don't fucking care anymore, there are more important things on my mind now.
The woman stopped chasing him and stared after him. "Potter," she groaned, "Don't you dare give me your cheek and come back here." She was panting. 'That Potter boy is just like his father. A good runner with a thirst for trouble.'
"You're gonna regret it Potter!" she yelled. Her eyes widened with alarm as she saw where he was going. "OUTSIDE POTTER?! Are you crazy?!"
Ignoring her yells, he opened the doors and ran outside, desperately searching for the girl he loved. "Hermione." he yelled with a raspy voice. "Where are you?!"
She was nowhere to be seen. He ran to Hagrid's empty hut and looked inside, hoping he'd see her, sitting on the stool… her stool. She always sat in that same one. But the stool was still vacant, and not a living soul was in the hut.
"HERMIONE PLEASE!" he yelled worriedly. The only answer he heard was a crash of thunder as the storm worsened.
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"I wonder if Harry even cares I'm gone." thought Hermione, enveloped in self-pity.
"He probably never even wanted me as a friend either." Her soul surged with hatred for Harry… hatred for Sirius… hatred for herself.
"There's only one solution for me now." she said as she looked forward… to her destiny… to her way out…
To the lake.
She walked into it, with twisted satisfaction as she felt the frigid water soak into her feet… her legs… She removed her robes, leaving herself shivering in her thin school uniform.
'Now my death can be more painful.' she thought.
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Harry ran to the Quidditch locker room. She wasn't there either.
"HERMIONE? WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!" He grabbed his Firebolt. He mounted it and soared out into the stormy sky.
He ignored the fact that flying during a thunderstorm was extremely dangerous. There was only one thought in his head now… finding Hermione.
He searched all over the school grounds. There were no signs of life besides himself. No living thing was crazy enough to be outside during a storm like this.
After twenty minutes his fingers were going numb and his head was pounding. He had never felt this cold before. It was as if someone had frozen him in a block of ice.
'I'm doing this for Hermione.' he thought. He would do anything for Hermione. He'd kill himself if it meant to save her life.
As he neared the lake, he noticed a patch of black. Praying that it would help him find her, he swooped down with his broom. It was a sodden Hogwarts robe.
On closer inspection, Harry realized it was Hermione's.
"HERMIONE!!" he tried to yell. But it was no use; being in the freezing rain yelling had made him lose his voice.
His heart went numb when he saw a trail of footprints in the mud. 'They lead to the lake!' he thought. Without second thoughts, he stripped off his robes and shirt and dove in.
((A/N And now I'll give all of our Harry fangirls a chance to drool…
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'Shit!' he thought. The water was colder than he thought possible. Luckily he was a better swimmer than he had been in his fourth year. After he had realized how important swimming was, he had gone behind his uncle's back and learned to swim at the local pool.
He saw a girl's body tangled in the masses of seaweed. His greatest fears were confirmed when he swam down and saw it was Hermione.
Quickly chopping at the plants that trapped her in them, he grabbed her seemingly lifeless body and hurried to the surface.
"Hermione." he whispered, running his hands through her wet locks.
Luckily for her and for him, he had learned many pool safety procedures at the pool.
He took her wrist and fumbled for her pulse. Relief spread through him as he realized she was still alive.
He tilted her head back slightly and opened her mouth with his hands. He pinched her lightly on the nostrils and bent down, covering her mouth with his. He breathed into her mouth, and when he felt her breathing under him, he released her. Looking down at her, he sighed.
She was beautiful. She looked as if she was sleeping peacefully… a sleeping angel. Her face was still deathly pale, and her eyes remained closed, but with each breath she started to look better. Her eyelids fluttered open and she found herself gazing at Harry.
"H-h-har-" she began, tears once again falling down her cheeks.
He cut her off with a brief kiss. "Shhh." he whispered. Picking her up into his muscular arms, he grabbed his broom and mounted it. He pressed her shivering body into his chest, warming her up with his body heat. He flew down to the Quidditch lockers and placed her on the bench.
"I'll be right back." he whispered. He got some fresh towels from the laundry area, took his Quidditch robes from his locker, and walked back to her.
"Hermione, you need to take off your clothes and dry yourself off with these towels. And I brought my robes for you."
"I-I-I can't." she stuttered, "I feel so n-n-n-numb."
Harry looked into her deep brown eyes and nodded. "Then I'll have to do it for you. But I won't look. I promise."
She nodded slightly.
He closed his eyes and blindly fumbled for the buttons of her blouse. He was going nowhere in his efforts. He opened his eyes and looked at her helplessly.
"Y-y-y-you don't have to c-c-c-c-c-close your eyes Harry. At l-l-least until you get to my bra and p-p-p-panties."
He reddened as did she, but realizing that this was no time for childishness he agreed. He undid the buttons of her blouse, removing her tie first. He peeled off her wet garments, including her skirt and stockings.
Being a normal boy, he couldn't help but stare at her body. She had all the necessary curves, and barely any body fat. Her chest was just the right size to make any boy dream about it.
She saw him looking and couldn't help but smile, even though she was still a little annoyed with him.
Seeing her smile, he blushed once again. Grabbing a towel in one hand and closing his eyes, he somehow managed to unhook her bra and pull off her panties, and then throw the towel on top of her.
"Can I open my eyes?" he asked her.
"Yeah." she replied. She suddenly realized how extremely hot he looked with his shirt off. He had changed so much since his first year. Quidditch had certainly paid off for him.
"I-I-I think I have enough energy to do the rest myself Harry." she said.
"Okay." he replied with the slightest hint of disappointment in his voice. He turned around and closed her eyes.
She dried herself off and squeezed the water out of her panties, putting them back on. ((A/N I don't like writing that word over and over again… lolz but I have to… though it sounds wacky)) She put on Harry's warm robes, and smiled. They had that Harry scent. The one she loved so much.
"You can look now."
He turned around and looked at her. She looked awesome. In his robes.
It was then he guiltily realized the reason he had gone out to look for her in the first place.
"We need to talk." he said.
"I know we do." she answered.
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A/N:
Okay then… that was a pretty nice chapter to write… I had all these ideas… in fact I have so many that I need a whole new chapter to fit them all in. So Chapter 8 is gonna be a rather satisfying one too. ^^ But remember, I expect at least 90 reviews before I continue. So if you're eager for an update, add a review. Or you'll be waiting longer than you bargained for… lolz…
Lucky Hermione, eh. I mean, I don't really have a crush on Daniel Radcliffe but just thinking of a sixteen year old boy that looks great with his shirt off and has many fangirls makes me want to drool… ^^;;;
Anyhow, I also started that DracoxHermione ficcy I promised. Please read it! Even if you don't like DxH, give it a try. I guarantee it'll be as good or even better than this one. I didn't like the sound of DxH at first either but after reading a few fics it started to really grow on me… ^^; Maybe I'll right a SiriusxHermione one too in the near future… I know it's sorta wrong but I love it anyways… ^^ Anyhow, the DxH fic I started is called When Darkness Falls Upon Me. Go check it out and review it. Remember, picture Tom Felton and pretend you're Hermione and then you'll love it… lolz…
So… ya think I should keep blabbin' or is it time for review responses yet? Eh I'll just keep blabbin'…
I want to ask you guys a few questions… (answer 'em in your reviews please! maybe we can get to be friends… online…)
First… I know I asked this before… but do you guys watch anime? Cuz I am so obsessed with it… lolz… just wondering…
Also… did any of you watch Bad Boys II? I did… it's rated R though… lolz it was funny… ^^;;
And… are any of you… eagerly awaiting the second Spiderman movie like me?… lolz I am soooo impatient when it comes to waiting… must… see… Tobey… Maguire… as… Spiderman… again…
Okay… now on with the Review Responses!…
hP fAn Fo LyFe: Ack! It was so close! He almost told her too!! Damnit Harry tell her… wait… I'm writing this story aren't I?… *evil grin*
karenkate-kitty: Ooooh you're 21? ^^ Lolz I'm not even close… 14… gah… it's cool to know that people of all ages are interested in my fanfiction ^^ Lolz go on Harry… listen to Remus…
alecatg: Poison ivy?! Owwie… poor you… My sympathy is with you… and *sob* Sirius… but hope you recover soon! Maybe this fic'll help you recover… *yeah right*
S. Christian: This chapter sorta made up for the shortness of the last one, eh? ^^
Ruth3: Of course our Harry wouldn't give a damn if she let him out or not… he just leaves anyway… *sigh*
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