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Rated: PG-13 for some violence, and date violence
Summary: An epilogue of sorts.
AN: Dude, what can I say,,, except THANK YOU. All those who were patient with me throughout this entire short story, and gave me nothing but positive reviews and advice. Love to all the ladies, and love to the guys; in a beat your chest and guzzle a mountain dew sort of way. B-) Sorry for the slow updates, but all chapters were created between 12 am (when my day "ends") and 5 am (when my day "begins"). Special thanx to Fudge, I really appreciated the reviews and hope I can continue to write as good as you think I can ;) Big Thanx also to Queenofthesun, for reviewing every chapter and being so nice. :) Forward then!
Hogwarts: Friends, Enemies, and Love
Chapter 5: The Morning After.....
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Hermione was dreaming sweetly. Something- she couldn't remember what it was about, but it left her with a feeling of contentment and serenity. She didn't even open her eyes, not wanting the feeling of satisfaction to pass. She felt the smooth, silky blanket against her skin. It felt worm and comforting. She couldn't remember having woken up feeling this good in a long time. With a slight pang of shame, she thought about all the nights she had spent worrying and crying into her pillow, with no one to talk to about her feelings. 'Don't think about that,' she thought to herself. She only wanted to enjoy that cozy early morning feeling, soaking up the warmth of the new day. 'Wait a second,' she thought, 'my bed doesn't have two pillows.' She sat bolt upright, shocked to find that she wasn't in her own dormitory. 'Am I still in my dream?' she wondered as she looked around at the disheveled room from her red satin four-poster bed.
Pulling her smooth hair behind her ears, Hermione saw random nightstands and small coffee tables in the room, half of which were knocked over. Her curiosity increased as small globes containing fairies started to hover into view. Their light illuminating a velvet and plush looking couch of deep purple that had been stained a rich shade of blue. She closed her eyes again and took a deep breath as she could smell the scent of different potions that had been spilled. When her eyelids lifted, the fairies were glowing brightly enough now to reveal glittering shards of broken glass on the floor. She looked around at the sharply white tiger skin curtains that surrounded the room, some had scorch marks while others had discolored stains. Rubbing her arms together to gain warmth, Hermione discovered that she had fresh bruises. Looking down at herself also revealed flamboyant red and green Christmas robes. 'What happened? Where am I?'
Hermione attempted to recall the happenings of the past night. She remembered it was Christmas, and the feast. Things after that became difficult to put into focus. She would close her eyes hard, and reach out after the memories, only to have them dissipate from her clasping hand, like phantom mist. Hermione opened her hazel eyes again, and stood up from the bed. As soon as she did this, a colossal throbbing screamed from inside her head. She closed her eyes to the bright light, and covered her sensitive ears with her hands, praying that the hellish feeling would pass. As she stood their with her head bowed, the trace scent of mead wafted from her breath. 'Shouldn't have had so much fun on Christmas Granger....." she thought ruefully. As the desire to vomit passed, Hermione moved forward a few feet before stepping on something yielding yet hard.
"Oof," groaned Harry as he clutched his bare abdomen and started to sit up. "Oh, sorry," Hermione said as she stepped back in shock. What had he been doing on the floor? She couldn't help noticing how Quidditch practice had made him stronger, and she couldn't stop her eyes from wandering over the once scrawny eleven year old that had now grown and filled out into his body considerably well..... 'Stop! You just had too much to drink last night.....' Harry got up off the floor and said "Well, uh, how did you sleep?" Hermione just looked at him. What had happened last night? Just then a little spark flashed brightly in Hermione's groggy mind. She put everything together, her being drunk, she must have passed out, this room that she couldn't remember, the bed, Harry being half naked. "You dirty SCUMBAG!" she shrieked as she took a wild swing at him.
This was obviously not the reaction Harry expected. "What are you- but Hermione!" She only looked at him with rage in her eyes. "Don't act innocent Harry, don't you think that I can put 2 and 2 together?!" Harry just stared dumbfounded. He had fairy blood staining his robes, he was the one who had a chunk from his shoulder missing. "What on earth are you talking about?" She only added to his confusion by bursting into tears. "Harry, how could you? Of all the people you are the last I would have thought to....., O GOD Harry how could you?!" He was starting to feel his face go red in embarrassment and anger, "For the last time Hermione, what are you talking about?" She lowered her hands from her wet face and said, "Don't you have any shame Harry, I must have been drunk, how could you take advantage of me!?" Harry was so shocked by this that he had to take a step back. "Hermione, I didn't do anything. Don't you remember? We had a fight, then Marcus came, then I came back and......" He trailed off hoping she could hark back to last night's experiences.
Hermione looked at him by the glowing fairy lights for the first real time that morning. He had put his robes back on, and they were burned badly in several places. She also noticed Harry's red arms, and the blood around his should sent a shiver up her spine. When she looked hopefully into those chiseled jade eyes, she saw the orphan boy who was alone, spending summers in a mundane muggle world, having to live with a scar on the inside even deeper than the prominent one on his forehead. This was her Harry Potter, the one she knew would never do that. In an overwhelming flood of images and lights and sounds, the entire Christmas night came back in a rush of swirling colors. "Harry, I'm so sorry." Hermione came up to give him a hug in apology. Harry awkwardly obliged, glad she was no longer yelling or crying. After several awkward moments while embracing, Harry tentatively ventured, "So Marcus....." Hermione let out a pained sigh, "Harry, I can't talk about that, please lets not talk about it. I can't believe a Hufflepuff would be so awful to do....."
Harry thought for a moment while looking around the room. It was a mess, a spectrum of potion stains scattered the room from when he had knocked the table over. "Are you hurt?" he asked pensively. "Not much, but god Harry your shoulder looks awful," she said while gently rubbing his arm. "I'm ok..... you were great with that hex," he tried to make the conversation lighter. Hermione laughed hollowly, "no, I was just mad..... Harry?" He looked at her, "ya?" "Thanks for coming back for me." He almost choked as he felt his throat swelling up, "sure, sure Hermione." She buried her face into his chest, and took in smell of burned cloth. "Oh Harry, I've got such a headache." He was getting that funny feeling in his stomach again, trying to turn the conversation, "That poor fairy shouldn't have gotten hurt, though." Hermione let out another little sigh.
"Harry?" she said in a small voice. "Ya?" Hermione took a deep breath, "at first, before Marcus came I mean," She broke off for the moment. "What?" Harry said. "It's just, why didn't you....." she didn't finish her sentence. "You mean?" Harry asked. "Ya." Harry thought for a little bit. "Because I love you, and I would never want to do anything to hurt you." Now Hermione had to hold back the choking swell in her throat. "You're the best friend ever, Harry." She squeezed him tighter for a brief second, feeling herself blush. He worked up his courage to enough to give her a kiss on the top of the head. She thought about what they had talked about while they were drunk. "Would you really die for me?" she asked. Harry answered without a moment's hesitation, "Ya, for you and Ron." Hermione felt beholden to reply, "and you know I'd do the same for you guys." Several more minutes passed in each other's arms, but they weren't awkward anymore. "I guess that's what really matters," Harry said. "What?" Hermione asked. "Friends." The words had barely left his lips when Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a tender kiss. 'To friends.....' she thought.
The End.
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Post Script: Well, I hope you all liked it. I didn't use as much description in this chapter, because I wanted to focus more on the characters. As a parting note again, I can only say BIG THANKS to all those who reviewed for me and were soooo nice. Despite my request for flames, you all were only extremely supportive and delightful. (maybe I don't suck that much =D ) I will try to give back by reading and reviewing everyone's stuff, you are all great writers. I will be extremely busy now with my sports and school, so I'm not sure when the next story will come out. Hope you all enjoyed! :-)
Rated: PG-13 for some violence, and date violence
Summary: An epilogue of sorts.
AN: Dude, what can I say,,, except THANK YOU. All those who were patient with me throughout this entire short story, and gave me nothing but positive reviews and advice. Love to all the ladies, and love to the guys; in a beat your chest and guzzle a mountain dew sort of way. B-) Sorry for the slow updates, but all chapters were created between 12 am (when my day "ends") and 5 am (when my day "begins"). Special thanx to Fudge, I really appreciated the reviews and hope I can continue to write as good as you think I can ;) Big Thanx also to Queenofthesun, for reviewing every chapter and being so nice. :) Forward then!
Hogwarts: Friends, Enemies, and Love
Chapter 5: The Morning After.....
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Hermione was dreaming sweetly. Something- she couldn't remember what it was about, but it left her with a feeling of contentment and serenity. She didn't even open her eyes, not wanting the feeling of satisfaction to pass. She felt the smooth, silky blanket against her skin. It felt worm and comforting. She couldn't remember having woken up feeling this good in a long time. With a slight pang of shame, she thought about all the nights she had spent worrying and crying into her pillow, with no one to talk to about her feelings. 'Don't think about that,' she thought to herself. She only wanted to enjoy that cozy early morning feeling, soaking up the warmth of the new day. 'Wait a second,' she thought, 'my bed doesn't have two pillows.' She sat bolt upright, shocked to find that she wasn't in her own dormitory. 'Am I still in my dream?' she wondered as she looked around at the disheveled room from her red satin four-poster bed.
Pulling her smooth hair behind her ears, Hermione saw random nightstands and small coffee tables in the room, half of which were knocked over. Her curiosity increased as small globes containing fairies started to hover into view. Their light illuminating a velvet and plush looking couch of deep purple that had been stained a rich shade of blue. She closed her eyes again and took a deep breath as she could smell the scent of different potions that had been spilled. When her eyelids lifted, the fairies were glowing brightly enough now to reveal glittering shards of broken glass on the floor. She looked around at the sharply white tiger skin curtains that surrounded the room, some had scorch marks while others had discolored stains. Rubbing her arms together to gain warmth, Hermione discovered that she had fresh bruises. Looking down at herself also revealed flamboyant red and green Christmas robes. 'What happened? Where am I?'
Hermione attempted to recall the happenings of the past night. She remembered it was Christmas, and the feast. Things after that became difficult to put into focus. She would close her eyes hard, and reach out after the memories, only to have them dissipate from her clasping hand, like phantom mist. Hermione opened her hazel eyes again, and stood up from the bed. As soon as she did this, a colossal throbbing screamed from inside her head. She closed her eyes to the bright light, and covered her sensitive ears with her hands, praying that the hellish feeling would pass. As she stood their with her head bowed, the trace scent of mead wafted from her breath. 'Shouldn't have had so much fun on Christmas Granger....." she thought ruefully. As the desire to vomit passed, Hermione moved forward a few feet before stepping on something yielding yet hard.
"Oof," groaned Harry as he clutched his bare abdomen and started to sit up. "Oh, sorry," Hermione said as she stepped back in shock. What had he been doing on the floor? She couldn't help noticing how Quidditch practice had made him stronger, and she couldn't stop her eyes from wandering over the once scrawny eleven year old that had now grown and filled out into his body considerably well..... 'Stop! You just had too much to drink last night.....' Harry got up off the floor and said "Well, uh, how did you sleep?" Hermione just looked at him. What had happened last night? Just then a little spark flashed brightly in Hermione's groggy mind. She put everything together, her being drunk, she must have passed out, this room that she couldn't remember, the bed, Harry being half naked. "You dirty SCUMBAG!" she shrieked as she took a wild swing at him.
This was obviously not the reaction Harry expected. "What are you- but Hermione!" She only looked at him with rage in her eyes. "Don't act innocent Harry, don't you think that I can put 2 and 2 together?!" Harry just stared dumbfounded. He had fairy blood staining his robes, he was the one who had a chunk from his shoulder missing. "What on earth are you talking about?" She only added to his confusion by bursting into tears. "Harry, how could you? Of all the people you are the last I would have thought to....., O GOD Harry how could you?!" He was starting to feel his face go red in embarrassment and anger, "For the last time Hermione, what are you talking about?" She lowered her hands from her wet face and said, "Don't you have any shame Harry, I must have been drunk, how could you take advantage of me!?" Harry was so shocked by this that he had to take a step back. "Hermione, I didn't do anything. Don't you remember? We had a fight, then Marcus came, then I came back and......" He trailed off hoping she could hark back to last night's experiences.
Hermione looked at him by the glowing fairy lights for the first real time that morning. He had put his robes back on, and they were burned badly in several places. She also noticed Harry's red arms, and the blood around his should sent a shiver up her spine. When she looked hopefully into those chiseled jade eyes, she saw the orphan boy who was alone, spending summers in a mundane muggle world, having to live with a scar on the inside even deeper than the prominent one on his forehead. This was her Harry Potter, the one she knew would never do that. In an overwhelming flood of images and lights and sounds, the entire Christmas night came back in a rush of swirling colors. "Harry, I'm so sorry." Hermione came up to give him a hug in apology. Harry awkwardly obliged, glad she was no longer yelling or crying. After several awkward moments while embracing, Harry tentatively ventured, "So Marcus....." Hermione let out a pained sigh, "Harry, I can't talk about that, please lets not talk about it. I can't believe a Hufflepuff would be so awful to do....."
Harry thought for a moment while looking around the room. It was a mess, a spectrum of potion stains scattered the room from when he had knocked the table over. "Are you hurt?" he asked pensively. "Not much, but god Harry your shoulder looks awful," she said while gently rubbing his arm. "I'm ok..... you were great with that hex," he tried to make the conversation lighter. Hermione laughed hollowly, "no, I was just mad..... Harry?" He looked at her, "ya?" "Thanks for coming back for me." He almost choked as he felt his throat swelling up, "sure, sure Hermione." She buried her face into his chest, and took in smell of burned cloth. "Oh Harry, I've got such a headache." He was getting that funny feeling in his stomach again, trying to turn the conversation, "That poor fairy shouldn't have gotten hurt, though." Hermione let out another little sigh.
"Harry?" she said in a small voice. "Ya?" Hermione took a deep breath, "at first, before Marcus came I mean," She broke off for the moment. "What?" Harry said. "It's just, why didn't you....." she didn't finish her sentence. "You mean?" Harry asked. "Ya." Harry thought for a little bit. "Because I love you, and I would never want to do anything to hurt you." Now Hermione had to hold back the choking swell in her throat. "You're the best friend ever, Harry." She squeezed him tighter for a brief second, feeling herself blush. He worked up his courage to enough to give her a kiss on the top of the head. She thought about what they had talked about while they were drunk. "Would you really die for me?" she asked. Harry answered without a moment's hesitation, "Ya, for you and Ron." Hermione felt beholden to reply, "and you know I'd do the same for you guys." Several more minutes passed in each other's arms, but they weren't awkward anymore. "I guess that's what really matters," Harry said. "What?" Hermione asked. "Friends." The words had barely left his lips when Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a tender kiss. 'To friends.....' she thought.
The End.
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Post Script: Well, I hope you all liked it. I didn't use as much description in this chapter, because I wanted to focus more on the characters. As a parting note again, I can only say BIG THANKS to all those who reviewed for me and were soooo nice. Despite my request for flames, you all were only extremely supportive and delightful. (maybe I don't suck that much =D ) I will try to give back by reading and reviewing everyone's stuff, you are all great writers. I will be extremely busy now with my sports and school, so I'm not sure when the next story will come out. Hope you all enjoyed! :-)
