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A Dance of Satisfaction
Chapter Seven: The Green Book
Ron left the room to sort out his chocolaty rump. "I just came to say good night," Ginny managed between giggles. Hermione picked up a book out of a dangerously stacked pile. She sat on the edge of Harry's bed and he sat on a hard wooden chair and watched her.
The book was old and musty and Hermione coughed from the dust that was sprayed from its pages as she delicately turned them. The green old leather on the front bore only a tiny golden lighting bolt. Hermione laughed and Harry shot her a confused look. She quickly snapped the book shut and handed it to him. He opened the cover and read the tiny black scrawl.
Harry have a happy birthday,
This book is one of many that tell the story of your life. You will find more then half the book contains black pages. This is because you life is
not yet complete. You are the author of this story, you alone.
Dumbledore
Harry turned past the first well known pages and into his teen years. The story held all of his memories!!! He turned to the last page and he saw why Hermione had laughed.
It read:
Harry Potter was in a predicament, on one hand his hormones told him to capture the girl but on the other hand this was the same bossy know-it-all that he had known since he was eleven.
Harry slammed the book shut. His cheeks were on fire. Hermione looked at him like she had never seen him before. Harry starred at his toes. There were some hairs along the big toe---
" Harry," Hermione said breaking into his self conscious examination of his hairy toes, " Do you think that there is a charm on the book that takes your actions and and conflicts and turns it into a story?"
"Hermione," Harry said quietly, " I haven't the faintest how it works." ' Or why Dumbledore gave me such an embarrassing gift.' He thought. Harry got up and kneeled before his new trunk. He threw the green leather book into a compartment and locked it. Hermione stood before the pile of junk that lend ominously in the corner. She began to pick out books and stack them into yet another tower.
" Put them in you trunk," Hermione said while gathering. Harry grabbed the books and piled them into the first compartment of his trunk. Once all the books were gone, Harry was sure that she would be satisfied, but she had gone all out in the clean up department. She stood pulling robes from the pile and instructed Harry to fold them just so. Once all there was left on the floor was tiny toys and such Harry picked them up and chucked them into the last empty compartment, Number four. Five contained the green book and the manual.
Harry stood up and stretched he sat on the edge of his bed and watched Hermione pace the room looking for other things that he could put away.
"Hermione, that's it we're all done!" Harry said.
"No we're not. Aah see look," She said as she bent to pick up a wrinkly garment from the floor. Before a sleepy Harry could tell her not to touch that. Hermione was shaking out a pair of his knickers.
"For the love of God," Hermione cried out. Harry tried to smother a laugh but it snuck out.
"Harry I have just touched your underwear I would not laugh if I were you!" Hermione bellowed.
"What?" Ron asked entering the room, " You touched his underwear?"
Harry snorted and began to laugh again. Hermione put a hand to her forehead.
"I was cleaning," Hermione sighed out.
"Cleaning what?" Ron asked suggestively. Hermione ignored the bait and shook her head in disgust.
" Good night you two," She said and shut the door.
Ron smiled at Harry and grabbed the bag of candy. "Ron, you are truly a sicko!"
"Thank you" he said between bites of candied warts.
Harry looked at the clock on the table. It said that Hermione was angry and Ron was eating. Harry turned over and went to sleep. As soon as his eyes shut he felt like the room dropped ten degrees. He shivered in his sleep.
*****
The same short bald man from before appeared. "What do you have know?"
"she spoke of a infant." He said bravely
Harry felt a pang of sympathy for the man.
"I'm glad that you learned to openly tell the truth." A voice with no joy said. Harry's scar seared and Voldermort cackled. Harry saw that the man was missing his left thumb. It was wrapped in a bandage.
"She said that a child not born yet will be the key to his un-doing," The man said.
"Oh really," Voldermort asked with new interest, hearing new information, " Is it his child?"
"She didn't say," The man said.
"I want you to come back when you remember more." Voldermort hissed.
The man scampered off
******
Harry awoke to warm morning light on his face. He stretched and looked at his clock. It was 7:00 in the morning. According to the clock everyone was asleep but Hermione. The hand pointed to: other. a flap flew down a revealed: reading in her room.
Harry looked over at Ron's bed. Ron lay above the sheets in nothing but his knickers. Harry chuckled and dressed himself before turning toward Hermione and Ginny's room. He knocked softly on the door. Nothing. He knocked again. He pushed his face up to the frame and whispered though the crack, " I know you're up Hermione, now let me in." The door opened and she let him in. "Where's the book you were reading?" asked Harry seeing her bed rumpled and the reading lamp pulled down. Hermione blushed a violent shade of purple and pulled the green leather book, that Harry had locked away, out. Harry frowned.
"I'm sorry I just really wanted to read it." Hermione apologized.
"It's fine I just wish you had asked first" Harry said
"Would you have let me read it then?" she asked
"No," Harry answered truthfully.
"Well, then although it was the wrong thing to do morally. It was the right thing to do so that I could read it." She beamed.
Harry smiled despite what she had done.
" So what did the book mean when it said that you liked it when I gave you a kiss two years ago?" Harry stopped smiling he realized that she had just read something that was probably similar to a diary.
"And what about that kiss under the mistletoe with Cho Chung." She teased.
Harry frowned and shook his head. ' Why did he give that book to me' he wondered.
Harry suddenly stopped being mad and leaned in and gave Hermione a kiss on the lips. She was in mid-sentence and with her eyes opened and her mouth blabbing she was cut off. Harry pulled away quickly and wiped his mouth off.
AN: Thanks to all who have reviewed my story it makes me very happy!! Also if anyone is reading the story without reviewing think about how sad I am that I have less then 10 reviews. REVIEW flame if you want just let me know you're out there.
A Dance of Satisfaction
Chapter Seven: The Green Book
Ron left the room to sort out his chocolaty rump. "I just came to say good night," Ginny managed between giggles. Hermione picked up a book out of a dangerously stacked pile. She sat on the edge of Harry's bed and he sat on a hard wooden chair and watched her.
The book was old and musty and Hermione coughed from the dust that was sprayed from its pages as she delicately turned them. The green old leather on the front bore only a tiny golden lighting bolt. Hermione laughed and Harry shot her a confused look. She quickly snapped the book shut and handed it to him. He opened the cover and read the tiny black scrawl.
Harry have a happy birthday,
This book is one of many that tell the story of your life. You will find more then half the book contains black pages. This is because you life is
not yet complete. You are the author of this story, you alone.
Dumbledore
Harry turned past the first well known pages and into his teen years. The story held all of his memories!!! He turned to the last page and he saw why Hermione had laughed.
It read:
Harry Potter was in a predicament, on one hand his hormones told him to capture the girl but on the other hand this was the same bossy know-it-all that he had known since he was eleven.
Harry slammed the book shut. His cheeks were on fire. Hermione looked at him like she had never seen him before. Harry starred at his toes. There were some hairs along the big toe---
" Harry," Hermione said breaking into his self conscious examination of his hairy toes, " Do you think that there is a charm on the book that takes your actions and and conflicts and turns it into a story?"
"Hermione," Harry said quietly, " I haven't the faintest how it works." ' Or why Dumbledore gave me such an embarrassing gift.' He thought. Harry got up and kneeled before his new trunk. He threw the green leather book into a compartment and locked it. Hermione stood before the pile of junk that lend ominously in the corner. She began to pick out books and stack them into yet another tower.
" Put them in you trunk," Hermione said while gathering. Harry grabbed the books and piled them into the first compartment of his trunk. Once all the books were gone, Harry was sure that she would be satisfied, but she had gone all out in the clean up department. She stood pulling robes from the pile and instructed Harry to fold them just so. Once all there was left on the floor was tiny toys and such Harry picked them up and chucked them into the last empty compartment, Number four. Five contained the green book and the manual.
Harry stood up and stretched he sat on the edge of his bed and watched Hermione pace the room looking for other things that he could put away.
"Hermione, that's it we're all done!" Harry said.
"No we're not. Aah see look," She said as she bent to pick up a wrinkly garment from the floor. Before a sleepy Harry could tell her not to touch that. Hermione was shaking out a pair of his knickers.
"For the love of God," Hermione cried out. Harry tried to smother a laugh but it snuck out.
"Harry I have just touched your underwear I would not laugh if I were you!" Hermione bellowed.
"What?" Ron asked entering the room, " You touched his underwear?"
Harry snorted and began to laugh again. Hermione put a hand to her forehead.
"I was cleaning," Hermione sighed out.
"Cleaning what?" Ron asked suggestively. Hermione ignored the bait and shook her head in disgust.
" Good night you two," She said and shut the door.
Ron smiled at Harry and grabbed the bag of candy. "Ron, you are truly a sicko!"
"Thank you" he said between bites of candied warts.
Harry looked at the clock on the table. It said that Hermione was angry and Ron was eating. Harry turned over and went to sleep. As soon as his eyes shut he felt like the room dropped ten degrees. He shivered in his sleep.
*****
The same short bald man from before appeared. "What do you have know?"
"she spoke of a infant." He said bravely
Harry felt a pang of sympathy for the man.
"I'm glad that you learned to openly tell the truth." A voice with no joy said. Harry's scar seared and Voldermort cackled. Harry saw that the man was missing his left thumb. It was wrapped in a bandage.
"She said that a child not born yet will be the key to his un-doing," The man said.
"Oh really," Voldermort asked with new interest, hearing new information, " Is it his child?"
"She didn't say," The man said.
"I want you to come back when you remember more." Voldermort hissed.
The man scampered off
******
Harry awoke to warm morning light on his face. He stretched and looked at his clock. It was 7:00 in the morning. According to the clock everyone was asleep but Hermione. The hand pointed to: other. a flap flew down a revealed: reading in her room.
Harry looked over at Ron's bed. Ron lay above the sheets in nothing but his knickers. Harry chuckled and dressed himself before turning toward Hermione and Ginny's room. He knocked softly on the door. Nothing. He knocked again. He pushed his face up to the frame and whispered though the crack, " I know you're up Hermione, now let me in." The door opened and she let him in. "Where's the book you were reading?" asked Harry seeing her bed rumpled and the reading lamp pulled down. Hermione blushed a violent shade of purple and pulled the green leather book, that Harry had locked away, out. Harry frowned.
"I'm sorry I just really wanted to read it." Hermione apologized.
"It's fine I just wish you had asked first" Harry said
"Would you have let me read it then?" she asked
"No," Harry answered truthfully.
"Well, then although it was the wrong thing to do morally. It was the right thing to do so that I could read it." She beamed.
Harry smiled despite what she had done.
" So what did the book mean when it said that you liked it when I gave you a kiss two years ago?" Harry stopped smiling he realized that she had just read something that was probably similar to a diary.
"And what about that kiss under the mistletoe with Cho Chung." She teased.
Harry frowned and shook his head. ' Why did he give that book to me' he wondered.
Harry suddenly stopped being mad and leaned in and gave Hermione a kiss on the lips. She was in mid-sentence and with her eyes opened and her mouth blabbing she was cut off. Harry pulled away quickly and wiped his mouth off.