Alright..here it is!! The moment of truth.Harry Potter's reaction!!
Hmm.maybe I'm just getting you going and he's really not going to give a
damn about it.or am I??? *Please Review!!*
Love Pat
Chapter 7: Jealousy Revives
"Mum, did yous play kidditch?" asked Lily as her eyes grew a little weary.
"No, sweetie, but the man I loved did." Hermione said as she held her little angels in her arms. "God, I miss him!" Hermione exclaimed as she grasped her face, weeping.
"Mummy!" Lily cried. "Don't cries; we wuvs yous and I sure that daddy wuvs you, too, wherever he is." Hermione cried even more as her daughter said this, unknowing that the man she spoke of as her daddy was Ron Weasley. Hermione hugged her children, knowing, they, too, would weep when they found out that the man of whom they spoke, the man they thought of as 'cool' and 'funny' was their loving father.
It was a quiet breakfast the next morning at the Gryffindor table, especially Harry. He hadn't said a thing since the night before when he said 'I'm rather not in the mood.' It was the last thing he had said, leaving me wondering and hoping that he wasn't mad at me. "Harry," I muttered, "what's wrong? I sense there's something troubl." "Shut up, and just leave me alone, ok?!" Harry screeched as he stood up and pounded his fists on the table. I turned so red in my face that I felt like the sun was yet an inch away from me. I remember sweat dripping down from forehead, too. "I.I'm sorry, Harry." I said, beginning to cry. "Hey, Harry!" Ron spat. "That's no way to talk to a lady, let alone your best friend!" By this time Ron was on his feet; it looked as if he were ready to take Harry down. "Shut up, Ron!" Harry exclaimed. Ron suddenly turned white; all the color draining from his face just made me want to squeeze him. "Who do you think you are?!" I protested. "No one that concerns you," Harry said and stormed out of the Great Hall. As soon as he had left, Ron came rushing over to me. "Hermione, are you alright? You know, he had no right to yell at you like that. Yelling at me is one thing, but yelling at you." he placed his hands on my shoulders while staring at the doors, in which Harry walked through as he left. I placed my right hand on his hand and gently squeezed it. "Thanks for standing up for me, even though I could have.well, anyway, thanks," I said blushing. "Anytime, and don't worry, I'm going to give Harry a big talking to." Ron announced with a bold expression on his face, which was now regaining its color. "Ron, no offense, but I think it'd be better if I talk to him," I said calmly. ".And take the chance of letting him tell you off again? I don't think so!" he said sternly. "Ron.um.it'd be better if I do, because I have a way with guys." I said, nodding my head. "It's a girl thing," I concluded smiling.
"Well, as you wish, because I surely don't want a way with guys!" he said as we both laughed.
"See ya later then," I whispered in his ear.
"Bye, sweetie," he called after me.
As I emerged from the corridor into the common room, I immediately saw Harry writing at the far table. I took a deep breath and began. "Harry.I know you don't wish to speak with me at the moment, but we need to talk." Harry held his hand up to me, motioning for silence.
"Before you proceed, you must hear me out first," he cleared his throat. "Hermione, look, you need to understand something.I feel lower than shit right now. I mean, I really feel awful about yelling at you," Harry said, clearly annoyed with himself.
"You should," I said with a tone, and a feeling of gratitude.
"Look," Harry began again, "I am really truly sorry. There is no point in asking for forgiveness, is there?" He bowed his head with a frown, surprisingly very upset of the fact.
"Yes, Harry, I will forgive you, but only if you promise never to yell at me like that again." I said smiling.
"Deal," he said cheerfully. He stood up and came over to me. "Hermione, there's something I've been meaning to tell you, and I think I finally have the courage to say it. This may come as a surprise to you, but.um.I.I love you, Hermione," he said, going redder than I had ever seen him. He grabbed me and kissed me passionately. I pushed him away immediately.
"HARRY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!" I screamed.
"I thought I was supposed to do that," he mumbled, looking down at the floor.
"No! No, you weren't!" I exclaimed.
"I don't get it," Harry said. "I thought you liked me."
"I don't.I mean not like that. See, Ron and me." I paused.
"Yes?" he questioned.
"We're.um.going out. That's why." Harry cut me off.
"Oh, ok, so no matter what I do, it'll never be enough, will it?!" Harry said growing angry.
"I was going to tell you as soon as I came up here!" I said. "I didn't know you would be jealous of me: I mean, that's just weird. Why would you like me?"
"Who cares," Harry gasped. "Go cry about this to your boyfriend."
"Harry, please try and understand." I said desperately.
"Hermione, no, you try and understand.I love you and you don't love me, can you understand that?!" Harry said fuming. I remained silent. "That's what I thought." He gathered his papers and turned to leave with out as much as a glance back at me. From this point on, I knew that jealousy had revived.
Wow.Harry's just a little vicious, eh? Nah, he'll be fine.don't you worry! So what's next?? Will Harry still want to be with the two lovebirds? Come on now, could this little b/f and g/f thing really matter that much.especially with this inseparable trio?? Maybe.maybe not! Look like you'll have to just wait and see!! Hope you like the story!! *Please Review!!*
Love Pat
Love Pat
Chapter 7: Jealousy Revives
"Mum, did yous play kidditch?" asked Lily as her eyes grew a little weary.
"No, sweetie, but the man I loved did." Hermione said as she held her little angels in her arms. "God, I miss him!" Hermione exclaimed as she grasped her face, weeping.
"Mummy!" Lily cried. "Don't cries; we wuvs yous and I sure that daddy wuvs you, too, wherever he is." Hermione cried even more as her daughter said this, unknowing that the man she spoke of as her daddy was Ron Weasley. Hermione hugged her children, knowing, they, too, would weep when they found out that the man of whom they spoke, the man they thought of as 'cool' and 'funny' was their loving father.
It was a quiet breakfast the next morning at the Gryffindor table, especially Harry. He hadn't said a thing since the night before when he said 'I'm rather not in the mood.' It was the last thing he had said, leaving me wondering and hoping that he wasn't mad at me. "Harry," I muttered, "what's wrong? I sense there's something troubl." "Shut up, and just leave me alone, ok?!" Harry screeched as he stood up and pounded his fists on the table. I turned so red in my face that I felt like the sun was yet an inch away from me. I remember sweat dripping down from forehead, too. "I.I'm sorry, Harry." I said, beginning to cry. "Hey, Harry!" Ron spat. "That's no way to talk to a lady, let alone your best friend!" By this time Ron was on his feet; it looked as if he were ready to take Harry down. "Shut up, Ron!" Harry exclaimed. Ron suddenly turned white; all the color draining from his face just made me want to squeeze him. "Who do you think you are?!" I protested. "No one that concerns you," Harry said and stormed out of the Great Hall. As soon as he had left, Ron came rushing over to me. "Hermione, are you alright? You know, he had no right to yell at you like that. Yelling at me is one thing, but yelling at you." he placed his hands on my shoulders while staring at the doors, in which Harry walked through as he left. I placed my right hand on his hand and gently squeezed it. "Thanks for standing up for me, even though I could have.well, anyway, thanks," I said blushing. "Anytime, and don't worry, I'm going to give Harry a big talking to." Ron announced with a bold expression on his face, which was now regaining its color. "Ron, no offense, but I think it'd be better if I talk to him," I said calmly. ".And take the chance of letting him tell you off again? I don't think so!" he said sternly. "Ron.um.it'd be better if I do, because I have a way with guys." I said, nodding my head. "It's a girl thing," I concluded smiling.
"Well, as you wish, because I surely don't want a way with guys!" he said as we both laughed.
"See ya later then," I whispered in his ear.
"Bye, sweetie," he called after me.
As I emerged from the corridor into the common room, I immediately saw Harry writing at the far table. I took a deep breath and began. "Harry.I know you don't wish to speak with me at the moment, but we need to talk." Harry held his hand up to me, motioning for silence.
"Before you proceed, you must hear me out first," he cleared his throat. "Hermione, look, you need to understand something.I feel lower than shit right now. I mean, I really feel awful about yelling at you," Harry said, clearly annoyed with himself.
"You should," I said with a tone, and a feeling of gratitude.
"Look," Harry began again, "I am really truly sorry. There is no point in asking for forgiveness, is there?" He bowed his head with a frown, surprisingly very upset of the fact.
"Yes, Harry, I will forgive you, but only if you promise never to yell at me like that again." I said smiling.
"Deal," he said cheerfully. He stood up and came over to me. "Hermione, there's something I've been meaning to tell you, and I think I finally have the courage to say it. This may come as a surprise to you, but.um.I.I love you, Hermione," he said, going redder than I had ever seen him. He grabbed me and kissed me passionately. I pushed him away immediately.
"HARRY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!" I screamed.
"I thought I was supposed to do that," he mumbled, looking down at the floor.
"No! No, you weren't!" I exclaimed.
"I don't get it," Harry said. "I thought you liked me."
"I don't.I mean not like that. See, Ron and me." I paused.
"Yes?" he questioned.
"We're.um.going out. That's why." Harry cut me off.
"Oh, ok, so no matter what I do, it'll never be enough, will it?!" Harry said growing angry.
"I was going to tell you as soon as I came up here!" I said. "I didn't know you would be jealous of me: I mean, that's just weird. Why would you like me?"
"Who cares," Harry gasped. "Go cry about this to your boyfriend."
"Harry, please try and understand." I said desperately.
"Hermione, no, you try and understand.I love you and you don't love me, can you understand that?!" Harry said fuming. I remained silent. "That's what I thought." He gathered his papers and turned to leave with out as much as a glance back at me. From this point on, I knew that jealousy had revived.
Wow.Harry's just a little vicious, eh? Nah, he'll be fine.don't you worry! So what's next?? Will Harry still want to be with the two lovebirds? Come on now, could this little b/f and g/f thing really matter that much.especially with this inseparable trio?? Maybe.maybe not! Look like you'll have to just wait and see!! Hope you like the story!! *Please Review!!*
Love Pat