The One I Can't Ignore
A/N: Heehee, it's onto chapter 4! I'm glad to see you people liked the last chapter-I thought it was crap. Someone happened to bring to my attention that Harry has to spend at least on day with the Dursley's in order for that sacred magic to work on him " I completely forgot about that! But I guess it's kind of late to change it now, but thanks anyways. For the couple of people who said that it was very out of character, aren't MOST of the HP fics on ffnet OC anyways? GUAHAHA YOU CAN'T STOP ME! *throws confetti and runs away laughing madly* Huh? Oh yeah, I need to WRITE the chapter don't I?
Harry pulled away from Hermione, smiling. "Your mum said she'd take us shopping today if you'd like. I'm going to go downstairs and grab a spot of breakfast, I'll leave you to change."
"Alright. I'll see you downstairs." Hermione watched as the retreating figure of her messy-haired friend drifted out of her room. Her body still tingled from the embrace they had shared, but she simply shrugged it off, blaming it on her overactive emotions and the fact that she was still half asleep.
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It was after breakfast and Harry, Hermione, and Mrs. Granger had piled into the family car and gone to the mall. Hary was bouncing around excitedly, much to Hermione's confusion.
"Harry, why are you so excited to go shopping? I thought guys HATED shopping."
Harry looked sheepishly at Hermione. "Well, the thing is, I've never really GONE shopping."
Mrs. Granger almost caused an accident from the shock of the young wizard's words.
"WHAT?!" She and Hermione shouted in unison.
"Well, I mean, I've been to a mall before-but the Dursley's never bought me anything. I was just told to shut up and not touch anything."
"Oh Harry, Hermione told me your relatives were bad, but I had no idea! You poor boy."
Hermione looked over at Harry and could tell he was uncomfortable. He had told her how much he hated when people gave him so much grief, but having a past like his, you couldn't really help it could you?
"Don't worry about it so much. I'm going to be able to go now, so that's all that matters." Harry grinned. How he could be so happy about everything in his life when she got so emotional over the smallest thing?
When they got to the mall, Mrs. Granger agreed to meet the teenagers in a couple of hours, and went off to do her own shopping. Hermione took no time in grabbing Harry's hand and dragging him by the hand into the first store. Harry wandered around the store aimlessly, poking and handling things that caught his eye. He had lost sight of Hermione a while ago, but he knew she wouldn't abandon him in the store. It was a funny feeling-being able to walk around without people stopping to stare and whisper at him, coming up to shake his and and thank him for things he would rather forget.
"Here take these." Harry was knocked out of his thoughts when Hermione came and dumped a pile of clothes in his arms.
"Umm, no offense or anything but don't you think these clothes are a little.....MANLY for you?" Harry looked down at the clothes in his hands.
"Of course silly! They're for you! Now go try them on." Before he could protest, Hermione had shoved him into an available changeroom.
"Oh so I see how it is now-I have no say in what I wear, hmmm?" Harry shouted over the changeroom door, chuckling. He had to admit though, he liked everything she had picked out for him-and surprisingly managed to get the sizes right. He had to admit, he liked this. It was almost as if they were-no. No. He could't say that. They weren't dating. This was his best friend he was talking about. What was he thinking anyways?
After he had tried everything on he stepped out of the booth, only to find Hermione and her mum right in front of him.
"So Harry, did you see anything you liked?" Harry pointed out a few things. "All right." Mrs. Granger grabbed them and went to pay for them.
"Oh, no, I can't ask you to-"
"Oh don't be daft Harry, you need new clothes. Now cmon I still need to go shopping for a swimsuit." Hermione dragged him out of the store.
Harry smirked, "Only if you let me pick one out."
"Fine. Wait! No! I didn't say that!"
"Too bad Hermione! You said it! It's too late!" Harry laughed as they went into the swimsuit shop.
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"Harry, there's no way I'm wearing THAT! I'm too chubby!" Hermione persisted. The suit was pretty enough, but it was a bikini....something she never wore.
The black haired boy poked her gently in the stomach. "I don't think so. Just go try it on. You don't have to buy it, just trust me." He winked and then shoved her towards the change room.
"Harry there's no way I'm letting you see me!"
"Aww cmon I'm sure you'll look good!"
Hermione cautiously stepped out of the cubicle, blushing head to toe. Harry's jaw dropped to the floor. He knew Hermione was pretty but....WOW!
"Herms you look SO GOOD!"
"He's right, you know. That suits you perfectly," said a random saleswoman who walked by with armfuls of suits.
"Do YOU like it?" Harry questioned her.
"Yeah, I guess I do. I didn't think I'd like something like this." Hermione ducked back behind the changeroom door. "I usually try to cover everything up."
"Why? You don't have anything to hide." Harry said, surprised that Hermione was already standing there, changed. "Okay, give that to me." Harry reached out and took the suit. "I'm paying for it."
"What?! No way! Besides," Hermione added in a whisper, "you don't have any muggle money!"
"Says who? I exchanged some of my money from Gringotts so I'd have money for the summer. It's amazing what a few galleons will get you. Now shh, I'm paying for this. Your mum did buy me all those clothes after all."
Hermione slumped down into a chair while she waited for Harry.
"You're so lucky, you know that? I wish my boyfriend was so nice." The clerk from before smiled at Hermione.
"Huh?"
"Your boyfriend. The cute one with the muscles and messy black hair. He sure seems great."
Hermione knew she should have pointed that out to the clerk. She knew she should have denied it. She knew she didn't have feelings for Harry but.....
"Thanks. He is great isn't he?"
...maybe she did?
"Cmon Herms, you're mum's waiting for us-let's go!" The bushy haired girl jumped up and met Harry, who grabbed her hand smiling and walked out of the store.
A/N: Oh god, this chapter is WORSE!!!! *pounds head against computer* I'm SO SORRY! I tried rewriting it, but it just ended up worse. Once I get an idea in my head I can't get rid of it until I write it!!! I PROMISE the next chapter will be ALOT better! I have ideas for it already. Please don't flame me too much for messing with the third chapter AND adding such a crappy 4th one o.O
The next chapter will be better I promise!!! It should be up by the end of the week-maybe even tonight ;) we'll see! PLEASE COMMENT BUT DON'T BE TOO MEAN!!!
A/N: Heehee, it's onto chapter 4! I'm glad to see you people liked the last chapter-I thought it was crap. Someone happened to bring to my attention that Harry has to spend at least on day with the Dursley's in order for that sacred magic to work on him " I completely forgot about that! But I guess it's kind of late to change it now, but thanks anyways. For the couple of people who said that it was very out of character, aren't MOST of the HP fics on ffnet OC anyways? GUAHAHA YOU CAN'T STOP ME! *throws confetti and runs away laughing madly* Huh? Oh yeah, I need to WRITE the chapter don't I?
Harry pulled away from Hermione, smiling. "Your mum said she'd take us shopping today if you'd like. I'm going to go downstairs and grab a spot of breakfast, I'll leave you to change."
"Alright. I'll see you downstairs." Hermione watched as the retreating figure of her messy-haired friend drifted out of her room. Her body still tingled from the embrace they had shared, but she simply shrugged it off, blaming it on her overactive emotions and the fact that she was still half asleep.
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It was after breakfast and Harry, Hermione, and Mrs. Granger had piled into the family car and gone to the mall. Hary was bouncing around excitedly, much to Hermione's confusion.
"Harry, why are you so excited to go shopping? I thought guys HATED shopping."
Harry looked sheepishly at Hermione. "Well, the thing is, I've never really GONE shopping."
Mrs. Granger almost caused an accident from the shock of the young wizard's words.
"WHAT?!" She and Hermione shouted in unison.
"Well, I mean, I've been to a mall before-but the Dursley's never bought me anything. I was just told to shut up and not touch anything."
"Oh Harry, Hermione told me your relatives were bad, but I had no idea! You poor boy."
Hermione looked over at Harry and could tell he was uncomfortable. He had told her how much he hated when people gave him so much grief, but having a past like his, you couldn't really help it could you?
"Don't worry about it so much. I'm going to be able to go now, so that's all that matters." Harry grinned. How he could be so happy about everything in his life when she got so emotional over the smallest thing?
When they got to the mall, Mrs. Granger agreed to meet the teenagers in a couple of hours, and went off to do her own shopping. Hermione took no time in grabbing Harry's hand and dragging him by the hand into the first store. Harry wandered around the store aimlessly, poking and handling things that caught his eye. He had lost sight of Hermione a while ago, but he knew she wouldn't abandon him in the store. It was a funny feeling-being able to walk around without people stopping to stare and whisper at him, coming up to shake his and and thank him for things he would rather forget.
"Here take these." Harry was knocked out of his thoughts when Hermione came and dumped a pile of clothes in his arms.
"Umm, no offense or anything but don't you think these clothes are a little.....MANLY for you?" Harry looked down at the clothes in his hands.
"Of course silly! They're for you! Now go try them on." Before he could protest, Hermione had shoved him into an available changeroom.
"Oh so I see how it is now-I have no say in what I wear, hmmm?" Harry shouted over the changeroom door, chuckling. He had to admit though, he liked everything she had picked out for him-and surprisingly managed to get the sizes right. He had to admit, he liked this. It was almost as if they were-no. No. He could't say that. They weren't dating. This was his best friend he was talking about. What was he thinking anyways?
After he had tried everything on he stepped out of the booth, only to find Hermione and her mum right in front of him.
"So Harry, did you see anything you liked?" Harry pointed out a few things. "All right." Mrs. Granger grabbed them and went to pay for them.
"Oh, no, I can't ask you to-"
"Oh don't be daft Harry, you need new clothes. Now cmon I still need to go shopping for a swimsuit." Hermione dragged him out of the store.
Harry smirked, "Only if you let me pick one out."
"Fine. Wait! No! I didn't say that!"
"Too bad Hermione! You said it! It's too late!" Harry laughed as they went into the swimsuit shop.
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"Harry, there's no way I'm wearing THAT! I'm too chubby!" Hermione persisted. The suit was pretty enough, but it was a bikini....something she never wore.
The black haired boy poked her gently in the stomach. "I don't think so. Just go try it on. You don't have to buy it, just trust me." He winked and then shoved her towards the change room.
"Harry there's no way I'm letting you see me!"
"Aww cmon I'm sure you'll look good!"
Hermione cautiously stepped out of the cubicle, blushing head to toe. Harry's jaw dropped to the floor. He knew Hermione was pretty but....WOW!
"Herms you look SO GOOD!"
"He's right, you know. That suits you perfectly," said a random saleswoman who walked by with armfuls of suits.
"Do YOU like it?" Harry questioned her.
"Yeah, I guess I do. I didn't think I'd like something like this." Hermione ducked back behind the changeroom door. "I usually try to cover everything up."
"Why? You don't have anything to hide." Harry said, surprised that Hermione was already standing there, changed. "Okay, give that to me." Harry reached out and took the suit. "I'm paying for it."
"What?! No way! Besides," Hermione added in a whisper, "you don't have any muggle money!"
"Says who? I exchanged some of my money from Gringotts so I'd have money for the summer. It's amazing what a few galleons will get you. Now shh, I'm paying for this. Your mum did buy me all those clothes after all."
Hermione slumped down into a chair while she waited for Harry.
"You're so lucky, you know that? I wish my boyfriend was so nice." The clerk from before smiled at Hermione.
"Huh?"
"Your boyfriend. The cute one with the muscles and messy black hair. He sure seems great."
Hermione knew she should have pointed that out to the clerk. She knew she should have denied it. She knew she didn't have feelings for Harry but.....
"Thanks. He is great isn't he?"
...maybe she did?
"Cmon Herms, you're mum's waiting for us-let's go!" The bushy haired girl jumped up and met Harry, who grabbed her hand smiling and walked out of the store.
A/N: Oh god, this chapter is WORSE!!!! *pounds head against computer* I'm SO SORRY! I tried rewriting it, but it just ended up worse. Once I get an idea in my head I can't get rid of it until I write it!!! I PROMISE the next chapter will be ALOT better! I have ideas for it already. Please don't flame me too much for messing with the third chapter AND adding such a crappy 4th one o.O
The next chapter will be better I promise!!! It should be up by the end of the week-maybe even tonight ;) we'll see! PLEASE COMMENT BUT DON'T BE TOO MEAN!!!
