Hermione did the normal things after getting back to school. the feast,
meeting the first years, getting her schedule the next day, going to
classes, etc. all the while thinking of Firenze. She had formed a daring
plan. She was going to go meet Firenze tonight. She would borrow Harry's
invisibility cloak, and sneak out into the forest.
She feverishly got ready that night, worried about what she would say, would he like her? She had researched every thing she could on centaurs in the past three years she had loved him, and that made her love him all the more. With her obsession with learning, the only one she could love was someone as obsessed as she was, and unless she found some miracle human, the only one that could be was a centaur. Slipping on the cloak, she looked at herself in the mirror. Sure, she had gotten prettier than she had been in her first year, but enough for a centaur? They were so regal and lovely. Hermione Scowled down at her legs, wishing there were four hooved ones instead of just her two human legs ending in feet. She hated them, she wanted to be able to stalk Firenze in a normal way!
Slipping out into the night, she run into the night, looking only forward, barely noticing where her feet had taken her. She had gone this way in dreams so often, ever since she had found out where he lived in her third year.
Nothing touched her, they all knew. All they had to do was look at her. She had the white mark. More than any one had ever had since Dumbledore, they knew they could not harm her. Spirits, ghosts, goblins, gremlins, wolves, spiders. Shrank back from her, for she was too touched by good.
At his small dwelling, she raised her hand to knock on the wood door. Warm yellow light radiated out of the house, and the smell of sausages and cake assailed her. She hesitated, her hand ready to knock. She was ready to flee, but she lingered, unbelieving that she was this close to her love. And then she was drenched in the warm light, and strong, large, handsome centaur stood there. Stunned, she could only look at him as he said to her,
"Come in, my love."
She feverishly got ready that night, worried about what she would say, would he like her? She had researched every thing she could on centaurs in the past three years she had loved him, and that made her love him all the more. With her obsession with learning, the only one she could love was someone as obsessed as she was, and unless she found some miracle human, the only one that could be was a centaur. Slipping on the cloak, she looked at herself in the mirror. Sure, she had gotten prettier than she had been in her first year, but enough for a centaur? They were so regal and lovely. Hermione Scowled down at her legs, wishing there were four hooved ones instead of just her two human legs ending in feet. She hated them, she wanted to be able to stalk Firenze in a normal way!
Slipping out into the night, she run into the night, looking only forward, barely noticing where her feet had taken her. She had gone this way in dreams so often, ever since she had found out where he lived in her third year.
Nothing touched her, they all knew. All they had to do was look at her. She had the white mark. More than any one had ever had since Dumbledore, they knew they could not harm her. Spirits, ghosts, goblins, gremlins, wolves, spiders. Shrank back from her, for she was too touched by good.
At his small dwelling, she raised her hand to knock on the wood door. Warm yellow light radiated out of the house, and the smell of sausages and cake assailed her. She hesitated, her hand ready to knock. She was ready to flee, but she lingered, unbelieving that she was this close to her love. And then she was drenched in the warm light, and strong, large, handsome centaur stood there. Stunned, she could only look at him as he said to her,
"Come in, my love."