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Rated: PG-13 for some violence, and date violence
Summary: A HP/HG romance/action with a twist of angst. After a drinking Christmas party, who gets to have fun? And what will be harder to face for Harry, his enemy's wand or his friends heart? I really got into this chapter, so I apologize for it being so long. Don't worry, if you like this chapter than just review, and the PG-13 rating will be justified in the next chapter! ;)
Hogwarts: Friends, Enemies, and Love
Chapter 2: The Decision
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Harry was contemplating his feelings as he drank more Nymphadania's Faerymead. He was sitting right next to Hermione, but couldn't bring himself to look at her. It didn't seem to matter much, she was busy laughing and looking at the (handsome, Harry admitted to himself) Hufflepuff Marcus Rellinger. Ron and Hermione were laughing next to him, but Harry couldn't hear what they were saying, as if he were submersed in water. He felt like he was drowning. Then all the sudden Marcus's toothy white grin flashed out of the dim light, like a shark menacing to devour its prey. Just then George knocked a glass of water over, releasing Harry from his own mind. 'Damn,' Harry thought. 'I shouldn't drink so much, I'm going nutters.' Then Marcus let out a guffaw as he spoke theatrically, ".so then the goblin said, 'oh master, I thought you wanted bloomers!'" Everyone laughed, and Hermione giggled more as she slapped Harry playfully on the shoulder in enthusiasm.
Harry reached for a sobering glass of ice water; pretending to laugh at the joke with the others while he tried lying to himself that this didn't bother him. So what if Hermione was looking and laughing at Marcus? She was just a little tipsy, after all she had flirted a bit with Harry too. 'Why am I even comparing,' Harry thought. 'We're friends, and Hermione has the right to like whoever she wants.' But then on the other hand. ******** Harry felt an electric shock go through his body as Hermione grabbed the collar of his robes, her fingers against his neck. She was staring right into those emerald eyes. "I want to show you something, Harry," she said in her clear, penetrating voice. He could do nothing but stare back at her, it was as if she had hit an off switch that paralyzed him with waves of warmth and chills of fear at the same time. "Let's go," she said decisively. Hermione finished her Dwarf Miner's Wellshaft Rum, and placed her ornately carved wooden goblet on the table. She unwrapped her delicate fingers from the miniature etchings of elfin figures and, grabbing Harry by his strong hand, got up and started to lead him away from the table. Marcus put his hand to her hair, letting her bushy locks flow through his pale fingers, almost grasping them, before he said, "My little Mione, where are you off to?" She turned, blushing, "Just to get some fresh air with Harry. You boys have fun without us."
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As Hermione led him away, still clasping his hand, Harry no longer felt dazed and drunk. He was VERY much aware of what was going on. Where was she taking him? Why not Marcus? Why was he still even thinking about Marcus? Was it wrong for him to feel excited? "Hermione." Harry started, but he was interrupted by a violent fit of giggles and, "You'll see in a little bit." She led him down stone, dimly torch-lit staircases and through dark hallways where the moonlit pictures followed the pair with their glances. Then they passed the area where Harry saw they held their DA meetings. He turned quizzically at her, but saw her face was screwed up in concentration. "Herm-," but she turned heel briskly and walked past the area again with the same expression. When they went by the magical place a third time, they stopped. Hermione put a finger to his lips to stop any more questions, and said, "what would you like to do right now?" Harry thought about it, then Hermione pulled him close and tight to her, embracing him and locking their lips together as the scent of rum and mead wafted from their collective breath. Harry new exactly what he wanted to do, but he didn't think he could say to her out loud what was in his mind. Just then the heavy old door appeared in the wall, and Hermione broke away from an overcome Harry to pull open the ringed handle.
The intensity of the light in the room almost blinded Harry in comparison to the darkness of the outside corridor. As Hermione pulled Harry into the room, Harry half closed the door behind him while looking around. This was nothing like the room that Harry, Hermione, and Ron had held DA meetings in. Fairies inside levitating glass globes illuminated a writing desk made of rich wood, a red satin golden four poster bed (built a bit like the ones in the dorms.), a large sofa made with velvet in a deep shade of purple, and different little odds and ends, including a golden vase full of peacock feathers. Across the four walls of the room were drawn curtains made of white tiger skins. Hermione sat down in a plush and overstuffed armchair. "Go ahead, sit down," she said, gesturing to the violet sofa. Harry was amazed, and tired, and his head hurt from the feast and from his confused feelings towards Hermione. "Itsjustlikeinmydream," she mumbled. "Sorry, what?" said Harry as his mind wandered. He enjoyed sitting down from the walk, but he enjoyed looking at his friend even more. She seemed so simply and naturally beautiful, 'Why hadn't it noticed it before?' he thought to himself. She was glorified in the swirling remnants of Dwarf rum and the glittering fairy lights. Her tanned skin was smooth and soft, her bushy hair was wild, her body had developed elegant curves in the right places. When Harry got to her eyes his heart skipped four beats. Her brown eyes were looking straight back at him. Her flushed face was wearing that meaningful smile. That smile had all the love pouring from her fountain into his heart. All she wanted to do was love him.
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After several eternal minutes she got off the armchair and sat next to Harry on the couch. Harry felt wonderful and horrible at the same time while she leaned over him. He enjoyed this ecstasy so much in his mead addled mind and in his lovesick heart, but in the pit of his stomach he could feel a sense of dread. 'Why am I scared?' he demanded of himself as Hermione leaned him gently backwards under the dimming lights and her lips brushed against his cheek. He then noticed that the feeling wasn't of him being scared, but of guilt. How could he do this to his friend, his family, Hermione? She had Harry so far back on the couch now that his shoulder blades were just touching the purple velvet. He was about to give in entirely when Hermione leaned next to his him, and purred into his ear. This seemed to snap Harry's attention into focus. His eyes shocked open as the lights burst back into clarity. He remembered the studious, thoughtful, rule-following Hermione that he had always known. He could feel the reek of Nymphadania's on her breath as he recalled the smart, witty, in-control Hermione that was always at his side with a plan during their adventures. He slipped out from under her, letting her fall face forward onto the plush velvet. "I'm so sorry Hermione, I can't do this," he said as he put his arms up in the air in surrender.
End of Chapter 2
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AN: I apologize EXTREMELY for the super long chapter and for taking up more of your time than I had planned. I just got so into the chapter, and had so many ideas in my head that I wanted to get down that I just lost track. Again I beg pitifully on my knees before you to bestow upon me roses of praise, words of constructive criticism and help, and violent lashings with a whip. In other words PLEAAAAHHHSEEE *sob* please review, no matter how short or negative. Also, those who do like please pipe up, and I will do another chapter filled with plenty of action. :) thanx again!
Rated: PG-13 for some violence, and date violence
Summary: A HP/HG romance/action with a twist of angst. After a drinking Christmas party, who gets to have fun? And what will be harder to face for Harry, his enemy's wand or his friends heart? I really got into this chapter, so I apologize for it being so long. Don't worry, if you like this chapter than just review, and the PG-13 rating will be justified in the next chapter! ;)
Hogwarts: Friends, Enemies, and Love
Chapter 2: The Decision
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ^^^^^
Harry was contemplating his feelings as he drank more Nymphadania's Faerymead. He was sitting right next to Hermione, but couldn't bring himself to look at her. It didn't seem to matter much, she was busy laughing and looking at the (handsome, Harry admitted to himself) Hufflepuff Marcus Rellinger. Ron and Hermione were laughing next to him, but Harry couldn't hear what they were saying, as if he were submersed in water. He felt like he was drowning. Then all the sudden Marcus's toothy white grin flashed out of the dim light, like a shark menacing to devour its prey. Just then George knocked a glass of water over, releasing Harry from his own mind. 'Damn,' Harry thought. 'I shouldn't drink so much, I'm going nutters.' Then Marcus let out a guffaw as he spoke theatrically, ".so then the goblin said, 'oh master, I thought you wanted bloomers!'" Everyone laughed, and Hermione giggled more as she slapped Harry playfully on the shoulder in enthusiasm.
Harry reached for a sobering glass of ice water; pretending to laugh at the joke with the others while he tried lying to himself that this didn't bother him. So what if Hermione was looking and laughing at Marcus? She was just a little tipsy, after all she had flirted a bit with Harry too. 'Why am I even comparing,' Harry thought. 'We're friends, and Hermione has the right to like whoever she wants.' But then on the other hand. ******** Harry felt an electric shock go through his body as Hermione grabbed the collar of his robes, her fingers against his neck. She was staring right into those emerald eyes. "I want to show you something, Harry," she said in her clear, penetrating voice. He could do nothing but stare back at her, it was as if she had hit an off switch that paralyzed him with waves of warmth and chills of fear at the same time. "Let's go," she said decisively. Hermione finished her Dwarf Miner's Wellshaft Rum, and placed her ornately carved wooden goblet on the table. She unwrapped her delicate fingers from the miniature etchings of elfin figures and, grabbing Harry by his strong hand, got up and started to lead him away from the table. Marcus put his hand to her hair, letting her bushy locks flow through his pale fingers, almost grasping them, before he said, "My little Mione, where are you off to?" She turned, blushing, "Just to get some fresh air with Harry. You boys have fun without us."
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As Hermione led him away, still clasping his hand, Harry no longer felt dazed and drunk. He was VERY much aware of what was going on. Where was she taking him? Why not Marcus? Why was he still even thinking about Marcus? Was it wrong for him to feel excited? "Hermione." Harry started, but he was interrupted by a violent fit of giggles and, "You'll see in a little bit." She led him down stone, dimly torch-lit staircases and through dark hallways where the moonlit pictures followed the pair with their glances. Then they passed the area where Harry saw they held their DA meetings. He turned quizzically at her, but saw her face was screwed up in concentration. "Herm-," but she turned heel briskly and walked past the area again with the same expression. When they went by the magical place a third time, they stopped. Hermione put a finger to his lips to stop any more questions, and said, "what would you like to do right now?" Harry thought about it, then Hermione pulled him close and tight to her, embracing him and locking their lips together as the scent of rum and mead wafted from their collective breath. Harry new exactly what he wanted to do, but he didn't think he could say to her out loud what was in his mind. Just then the heavy old door appeared in the wall, and Hermione broke away from an overcome Harry to pull open the ringed handle.
The intensity of the light in the room almost blinded Harry in comparison to the darkness of the outside corridor. As Hermione pulled Harry into the room, Harry half closed the door behind him while looking around. This was nothing like the room that Harry, Hermione, and Ron had held DA meetings in. Fairies inside levitating glass globes illuminated a writing desk made of rich wood, a red satin golden four poster bed (built a bit like the ones in the dorms.), a large sofa made with velvet in a deep shade of purple, and different little odds and ends, including a golden vase full of peacock feathers. Across the four walls of the room were drawn curtains made of white tiger skins. Hermione sat down in a plush and overstuffed armchair. "Go ahead, sit down," she said, gesturing to the violet sofa. Harry was amazed, and tired, and his head hurt from the feast and from his confused feelings towards Hermione. "Itsjustlikeinmydream," she mumbled. "Sorry, what?" said Harry as his mind wandered. He enjoyed sitting down from the walk, but he enjoyed looking at his friend even more. She seemed so simply and naturally beautiful, 'Why hadn't it noticed it before?' he thought to himself. She was glorified in the swirling remnants of Dwarf rum and the glittering fairy lights. Her tanned skin was smooth and soft, her bushy hair was wild, her body had developed elegant curves in the right places. When Harry got to her eyes his heart skipped four beats. Her brown eyes were looking straight back at him. Her flushed face was wearing that meaningful smile. That smile had all the love pouring from her fountain into his heart. All she wanted to do was love him.
O~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~V~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~O
After several eternal minutes she got off the armchair and sat next to Harry on the couch. Harry felt wonderful and horrible at the same time while she leaned over him. He enjoyed this ecstasy so much in his mead addled mind and in his lovesick heart, but in the pit of his stomach he could feel a sense of dread. 'Why am I scared?' he demanded of himself as Hermione leaned him gently backwards under the dimming lights and her lips brushed against his cheek. He then noticed that the feeling wasn't of him being scared, but of guilt. How could he do this to his friend, his family, Hermione? She had Harry so far back on the couch now that his shoulder blades were just touching the purple velvet. He was about to give in entirely when Hermione leaned next to his him, and purred into his ear. This seemed to snap Harry's attention into focus. His eyes shocked open as the lights burst back into clarity. He remembered the studious, thoughtful, rule-following Hermione that he had always known. He could feel the reek of Nymphadania's on her breath as he recalled the smart, witty, in-control Hermione that was always at his side with a plan during their adventures. He slipped out from under her, letting her fall face forward onto the plush velvet. "I'm so sorry Hermione, I can't do this," he said as he put his arms up in the air in surrender.
End of Chapter 2
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AN: I apologize EXTREMELY for the super long chapter and for taking up more of your time than I had planned. I just got so into the chapter, and had so many ideas in my head that I wanted to get down that I just lost track. Again I beg pitifully on my knees before you to bestow upon me roses of praise, words of constructive criticism and help, and violent lashings with a whip. In other words PLEAAAAHHHSEEE *sob* please review, no matter how short or negative. Also, those who do like please pipe up, and I will do another chapter filled with plenty of action. :) thanx again!
