Chapter 4: Guys?
Harry and Ron looked confused for a few minutes, but eventually realized what Hermione was saying.
"So he wants you as, like, his umbraca bride?" Ron was disgusted with the thought of his Hermione becoming one of those monsters. 'She's not my Hermione. I make it sound like she's my girlfriend or something. Wishful thinking.'
"Something along those lines."
"Wait. Why are we here anyway?" Harry was increasingly annoyed at the fact that he had no idea why they were outside where umbracas could get them.
"I need to die for Victor to give up on me, remember?"
"And one of us has to resuscitate you." Ron finished her thought, receiving a half-hearted smile from Hermione.
"And I thought you never listened to me."
"You never asked me if I did."
Harry quickly became fed up with his friends' obvious flirting. "So how are you supposed to just die?"
"I drown. It's as simple as that. Then Ron - or you, Harry - can do CPR on me." 'I'd prefer Ron to do it, though.'
Ron's eyes suddenly widened, and Harry began to snicker. "Huh?"
"I said that out loud?" 'GREAT. Here I go again.'
"Um - yeah, you did. And what do you mean 'again'?"
Hermione turned bright red as she realized that everything she was thinking ended up spoken.
"Nevermind. We need to focus on killing me."
"If we had to do this in third year, I would have been more than happy to do it; but now, I'm not too sure about the whole death-then-revival deal."
"Ron, just leave the dying up to me. After I've been under the water for about 5 minutes, and you see I've stopped moving, pull me out and give me mouth-to-mouth." She unintentionally looked at Ron when saying 'mouth-to- mouth', so she ended up making his face the color of his hair.
After both Ron and Harry gave nods of acceptance, Hermione swam a few feet into the lake and dove. The waiting was unbearable as Ron frequently pulled out his watch, checking the time. As soon as five minutes were up, he dove into the lake, and sought out Hermione. What he found was immensely startling. A group of grindylows surrounded the unconscious Hermione; apparently fighting over what piece of her each would get to eat. Ron retrieved his wand and blasted stunning spells at them, hoping to get to Hermione and pull her out of the water safely. His spell thankfully worked, and he tugged her toward the surface. As they approached Harry, he ran out to help Ron carry Hermione to the grass. Ron immediately began giving her CPR, and Harry paced nervously. A minute or so later, Hermione was sputtering out water.
"Thanks Ron."
He suddenly became embarrassed as he realized that he had sort-of kissed Hermione.
"Anytime."
"Really?"
"Of cour-"
At that point, Harry had to look away to keep his stomach intact as Hermione practically jumped his best friend, the two obviously beginning to snog.
"Um, guys?"
No answer.
"Ron?"
A muffled 'yeah?'
"I'm ready to hurl if you two don't cut it out. I don't mean to sound unhappy for you two, because I am really happy for you, but please stop. Really."
Silence.
"Ron?"
No answer yet again.
"Hermione?"
Silence.
"Guys?"
No answer what-so-ever.
He turned around slowly and saw his two friends asleep in each others' arms.
"Don't mean to interrupt such a touching moment and some much-needed sleep, but WAKE UP!"
Ron and Hermione jumped up and gave Harry a dirty look. "Well, we might as well go back to the castle. We've done what needed to be done."
"I quite agree, Ron." Hermione gave Ron a bright smile.
Harry turned around, leading the love-sick couple back to the castle, trying to ignore a chorus of "I love you" "No, I love you more" "How can you love me more? I love you more than anything on the planet."
"Ugh."
Harry chuckled, and Ron and Hermione held hands, but none of them noticed the dark shadow following them.
Harry and Ron looked confused for a few minutes, but eventually realized what Hermione was saying.
"So he wants you as, like, his umbraca bride?" Ron was disgusted with the thought of his Hermione becoming one of those monsters. 'She's not my Hermione. I make it sound like she's my girlfriend or something. Wishful thinking.'
"Something along those lines."
"Wait. Why are we here anyway?" Harry was increasingly annoyed at the fact that he had no idea why they were outside where umbracas could get them.
"I need to die for Victor to give up on me, remember?"
"And one of us has to resuscitate you." Ron finished her thought, receiving a half-hearted smile from Hermione.
"And I thought you never listened to me."
"You never asked me if I did."
Harry quickly became fed up with his friends' obvious flirting. "So how are you supposed to just die?"
"I drown. It's as simple as that. Then Ron - or you, Harry - can do CPR on me." 'I'd prefer Ron to do it, though.'
Ron's eyes suddenly widened, and Harry began to snicker. "Huh?"
"I said that out loud?" 'GREAT. Here I go again.'
"Um - yeah, you did. And what do you mean 'again'?"
Hermione turned bright red as she realized that everything she was thinking ended up spoken.
"Nevermind. We need to focus on killing me."
"If we had to do this in third year, I would have been more than happy to do it; but now, I'm not too sure about the whole death-then-revival deal."
"Ron, just leave the dying up to me. After I've been under the water for about 5 minutes, and you see I've stopped moving, pull me out and give me mouth-to-mouth." She unintentionally looked at Ron when saying 'mouth-to- mouth', so she ended up making his face the color of his hair.
After both Ron and Harry gave nods of acceptance, Hermione swam a few feet into the lake and dove. The waiting was unbearable as Ron frequently pulled out his watch, checking the time. As soon as five minutes were up, he dove into the lake, and sought out Hermione. What he found was immensely startling. A group of grindylows surrounded the unconscious Hermione; apparently fighting over what piece of her each would get to eat. Ron retrieved his wand and blasted stunning spells at them, hoping to get to Hermione and pull her out of the water safely. His spell thankfully worked, and he tugged her toward the surface. As they approached Harry, he ran out to help Ron carry Hermione to the grass. Ron immediately began giving her CPR, and Harry paced nervously. A minute or so later, Hermione was sputtering out water.
"Thanks Ron."
He suddenly became embarrassed as he realized that he had sort-of kissed Hermione.
"Anytime."
"Really?"
"Of cour-"
At that point, Harry had to look away to keep his stomach intact as Hermione practically jumped his best friend, the two obviously beginning to snog.
"Um, guys?"
No answer.
"Ron?"
A muffled 'yeah?'
"I'm ready to hurl if you two don't cut it out. I don't mean to sound unhappy for you two, because I am really happy for you, but please stop. Really."
Silence.
"Ron?"
No answer yet again.
"Hermione?"
Silence.
"Guys?"
No answer what-so-ever.
He turned around slowly and saw his two friends asleep in each others' arms.
"Don't mean to interrupt such a touching moment and some much-needed sleep, but WAKE UP!"
Ron and Hermione jumped up and gave Harry a dirty look. "Well, we might as well go back to the castle. We've done what needed to be done."
"I quite agree, Ron." Hermione gave Ron a bright smile.
Harry turned around, leading the love-sick couple back to the castle, trying to ignore a chorus of "I love you" "No, I love you more" "How can you love me more? I love you more than anything on the planet."
"Ugh."
Harry chuckled, and Ron and Hermione held hands, but none of them noticed the dark shadow following them.