Ah, and now chapter 8. It's really short, actually, it's mainly just a transition chapter. I'll try to post the rest of the story as fast as I can, it's already finished, just not typed. Here you are then.
Chapter 8- Weakness
When they reached the common room, Ron took Hermione's arm to halt her. "What was that about? We didn't tell Dumbledore about Nova, but you told Nova Dumbledore know. He doesn't."
"Yes, but Nova doesn't know that. Now he's going to think Dumbledore is on to him. He'll either try to act casually around Dumbledore, in which case he'll show signs of worry, or avoid him like the plague. We'll watch him to see what he does."
"We should at least tell Dumbledore the knife belongs to Nova."
Hermione shook her head. "No. Dumbledore will confront Nova if he suspects him, and then we'll get nowhere. I want to figure out what he wants. And what Snape has to do with it."
"Who cares what Snape has to do with it?"
"Ron, we may hate Snape, but that's no reason to deny the truth. He's not stupid, and he knows more secrets than we would care to hear. Remember during first year, Harry saw Snape and Quirrell in the hallway that time? He was on to Quirrell long before we were. The two of us didn't even find out until after, actually. Maybe Snape knows something about Nova. He didn't want us to catch up with him because… He *wanted* him to attack something, and for Dumbledore to find out. He was probably planning to turn Nova in himself, but he must have been distracted…By the time he reached Nova, he had already accomplished the task, and left no evidence aside from the dagger."
Ron stared into the empty fireplace, chewing on a nail. He turned abruptly toward her. "This is dangerous, Hermione. Dumbledore know it would be dangerous, the SDADM, that's why he told us to keep it secret. We have to be very careful about what we say and do."
"We've faced danger before."
"Yes, but before we didn't have so much to lose," he said gravely. Hermione embraced him. "I will die before anyone harms you."
"Don't you dare," she whispered. "I don't know if I could live without you."
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"Why don't *we* get badges?" Harry whined. They were all in the Great Hall the morning after the meeting with Dumbledore.
"Well, you can go ask him about it. We're just special," Ron said. Hermione hid a smile.
"Fine, we will." Ginny took Harry's hand and pulled him up from the table. As soon as they were gone, Ron and Hermione burst out laughing. She was almost surprised at how jealous they were. Almost.
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Harry and Ginny stepped smugly into the common room. They marched over to Hermione and Ron. "See, we got them too," Ginny said. Ron snorted. Hermione contorted her face to keep from giggling. Ginny and Harry's smug looks dissolved.
"You bastards, you knew the whole time," Harry accused.
"Who, us?" Ron pulled a confused-offended face. Hermione couldn't help it. She laughed aloud before catching herself. Ron started tickling her, and she shrieked, tickling him back. "No fair! You're not ticklish!"
"I have no weaknesses." Ron sounded as though this gave him a grave responsibility. Hermione planted her lips on his. When she pulled away, he said, "Well, there is that."
"Nobody's perfect," Hermione said.
"You are," he replied.
"Ew, guys get a room." They chose to ignore Ginny. Then she said, "You know what's coming up soon?"
"Valentine's day," Ron said immediately. Hermione looked at Ron in surprise. Ron shrugged. "Ginny's been bugging be about it a lot."
Hermione doubted that very much, but she snuggled against him and said, "That's nice."
End Chapter 8.
Ah, the coveted fluff. Yeah, so here's the teaser.
Teaser:
"It really doesn't come off when you kiss," Ron said, looking at Hermione's still perfectly red lips as they emerged from the linen closet.
A small envelope zoomed toward them, and stopped in front of Hermione. Followed by another, and another. And another…She saw an array of different handwritings displaying her name. Probably the same boys who had given her presents for Christmas.
Ron glared at the envelopes. "Bastards."
Hermione tore up all the Valentines without hesitation. She wrapped her arms around Ron's neck. "You are the only Valentine I could ever with for."
Ron's tight embrace lifted her from the floor. "Likewise." A moment later, they found themselves back in the linen closet.
Ah, the anticipation must be killing you. Not really, but the end of Chapter 9 will. Haha, I am sooooooo evil. So yeah, Review please, thanks.
Chapter 8- Weakness
When they reached the common room, Ron took Hermione's arm to halt her. "What was that about? We didn't tell Dumbledore about Nova, but you told Nova Dumbledore know. He doesn't."
"Yes, but Nova doesn't know that. Now he's going to think Dumbledore is on to him. He'll either try to act casually around Dumbledore, in which case he'll show signs of worry, or avoid him like the plague. We'll watch him to see what he does."
"We should at least tell Dumbledore the knife belongs to Nova."
Hermione shook her head. "No. Dumbledore will confront Nova if he suspects him, and then we'll get nowhere. I want to figure out what he wants. And what Snape has to do with it."
"Who cares what Snape has to do with it?"
"Ron, we may hate Snape, but that's no reason to deny the truth. He's not stupid, and he knows more secrets than we would care to hear. Remember during first year, Harry saw Snape and Quirrell in the hallway that time? He was on to Quirrell long before we were. The two of us didn't even find out until after, actually. Maybe Snape knows something about Nova. He didn't want us to catch up with him because… He *wanted* him to attack something, and for Dumbledore to find out. He was probably planning to turn Nova in himself, but he must have been distracted…By the time he reached Nova, he had already accomplished the task, and left no evidence aside from the dagger."
Ron stared into the empty fireplace, chewing on a nail. He turned abruptly toward her. "This is dangerous, Hermione. Dumbledore know it would be dangerous, the SDADM, that's why he told us to keep it secret. We have to be very careful about what we say and do."
"We've faced danger before."
"Yes, but before we didn't have so much to lose," he said gravely. Hermione embraced him. "I will die before anyone harms you."
"Don't you dare," she whispered. "I don't know if I could live without you."
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"Why don't *we* get badges?" Harry whined. They were all in the Great Hall the morning after the meeting with Dumbledore.
"Well, you can go ask him about it. We're just special," Ron said. Hermione hid a smile.
"Fine, we will." Ginny took Harry's hand and pulled him up from the table. As soon as they were gone, Ron and Hermione burst out laughing. She was almost surprised at how jealous they were. Almost.
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Harry and Ginny stepped smugly into the common room. They marched over to Hermione and Ron. "See, we got them too," Ginny said. Ron snorted. Hermione contorted her face to keep from giggling. Ginny and Harry's smug looks dissolved.
"You bastards, you knew the whole time," Harry accused.
"Who, us?" Ron pulled a confused-offended face. Hermione couldn't help it. She laughed aloud before catching herself. Ron started tickling her, and she shrieked, tickling him back. "No fair! You're not ticklish!"
"I have no weaknesses." Ron sounded as though this gave him a grave responsibility. Hermione planted her lips on his. When she pulled away, he said, "Well, there is that."
"Nobody's perfect," Hermione said.
"You are," he replied.
"Ew, guys get a room." They chose to ignore Ginny. Then she said, "You know what's coming up soon?"
"Valentine's day," Ron said immediately. Hermione looked at Ron in surprise. Ron shrugged. "Ginny's been bugging be about it a lot."
Hermione doubted that very much, but she snuggled against him and said, "That's nice."
End Chapter 8.
Ah, the coveted fluff. Yeah, so here's the teaser.
Teaser:
"It really doesn't come off when you kiss," Ron said, looking at Hermione's still perfectly red lips as they emerged from the linen closet.
A small envelope zoomed toward them, and stopped in front of Hermione. Followed by another, and another. And another…She saw an array of different handwritings displaying her name. Probably the same boys who had given her presents for Christmas.
Ron glared at the envelopes. "Bastards."
Hermione tore up all the Valentines without hesitation. She wrapped her arms around Ron's neck. "You are the only Valentine I could ever with for."
Ron's tight embrace lifted her from the floor. "Likewise." A moment later, they found themselves back in the linen closet.
Ah, the anticipation must be killing you. Not really, but the end of Chapter 9 will. Haha, I am sooooooo evil. So yeah, Review please, thanks.
