Top Secret
By Redheads_Rock (HermioneFan's evil alter ego! Mwahahahahaha!)
Disclaimer: Do you ever get the feeling you're wasting your breath?
A/N: Sorry this has taken me so long! I actually wrote it ages ago, but if
I'm not writing anything new, I don't post the old stuff. Here I am posting
it anyway.
This was written way before book 5 came out, so the fact that Cho
tragically survived the book (Sorry to give that away, but if you haven't
read it by now. that's weird) and the prefects system is wrong is because
of that. So don't flame me for Book-5 related errors, because if you do,
you're an idiot. Live with it.
Hope you enjoy the first post in, um, ages. Oh, and I want your opinion on
Cho, OK?
***
It was about 11 o'clock before Bob finally returned, exhausted, to
Gryffindor Tower. There were only a few other students still up. Ron was
moodily poking a chocolate frog with his wand in an attempt to turn it
orange, carefully avoiding Hermione's eyes. Hermione, who had left the
library about half an hour before her sister, was sitting at her usual desk
in the corner of the common room, finishing off her Arithmancy homework.
A couple of third years were "studiously" working on their Divination
homework ("How about. 'due to an unlucky gust of wind, I will fall from a
high place'? Think she'll buy it?" "Probably not. How about I get caught in
a shower of meteors because of.er, an irregular orbit of Charon?" "Or 'I
will give up Divination, due to an ugly old crone in oversized glasses.'").
"Night 'Mione," yawned Bob, wandering over to her sister's table.
"Good night, Bob." replied Hermione, still trying to find her place in an
enormous textbook.
"Oh, and may I borrow your Transfiguration book?" Bob continued.
"Why?" Hermione looked up suspiciously.
"Because I want to set the pixies loose upon it and draw in the margins
before I burn it as an offering to Phoebe."
"Very funny. Look after it, okay? If you do anything to it." Hermione
warned.
"Come on, Hermione, you know me better than that," scoffed Bob. "Well, good
night."
She traipsed up the stairs to her dormitory.
***
Hermione looked at her watch and yawned. It was late. She should be going
to bed, too. She stretched out her legs, and as she did so, she kicked
something under the desk. Bending down to see what it was, she found a
book. Honestly, the things some people left lying around! Idly, she flipped
over the cover to see who the owner was. "Ron Weasley, Gryffindor." she
read, and under that "Me 4 Mione", scrawled in Ron's unmistakeable
handwriting and encircled with a heart. Her own heart did a funny sort of
leap. No, impossible, she thought. Not Ron. All right, so she had liked him
and she was pretty sure he had felt the same. but that was years ago. She
shook her head as if trying to clear it. She read those three words again.
Amazing, she thought, what three simple words could do to a previously
sensible human being.
She glanced over to where Ron was slumped in an armchair, gazing into the
fire, having turned his chocolate frog an interesting shade of puce and
thrown it at the Divination third years for no apparent reason. Hermione
decided to give him the book back.
"Er, Ron?" she said nervously, moving across to the armchair.
"What?" he asked, without looking up.
"I think this is yours."
Something in her voice made Ron look up. He was totally astounded to see
that she seemed to be blushing. Hermione Granger, blushing? It didn't make
sense. Then again, he reasoned, girls in general didn't make sense. Must be
a girl thing, he decided. Aloud, all he said was, "Oh, thanks."
Hermione looked as though she wanted to say something else. Ron raised a
questioning eyebrow. "Yeah?"
"Er, nothing." Hermione muttered and returned to her desk.
Why didn't you tell him? said an irritating little Voice in her head.
Tell him what, exactly? I don't have anything to tell him, she thought
angrily, stuffing books violently into her bag.
Are you sure? persisted the Voice.
Quite positive, thanks.
Half aloud, she muttered, "I think I'm going to go to bed now before the
voice in my head convinces me I'm schizophrenic,"
Ignoring the continued arguing of the Voice, Hermione swung her bag over
her shoulder and headed up the stairs to her nice, warm, sane bed.
***
A/N: At last! Something happened! Not very much, I admit, but it's better
than nothing.
Just to let you know, this is about as soppy as I get (I hope!), so if long
romantic scenes with every detail of everything are your thing, you're
reading the wrong fic. Go home.
Thank you to all my wonderful reviewers! I love you all! ::Blows kisses::
I'll be back with the next chapter soonish.
Next chapter: Someone gets hexed, Bob nearly gets roasted on a spit and
Hannah sets a greenhouse alight.
By Redheads_Rock (HermioneFan's evil alter ego! Mwahahahahaha!)
Disclaimer: Do you ever get the feeling you're wasting your breath?
A/N: Sorry this has taken me so long! I actually wrote it ages ago, but if
I'm not writing anything new, I don't post the old stuff. Here I am posting
it anyway.
This was written way before book 5 came out, so the fact that Cho
tragically survived the book (Sorry to give that away, but if you haven't
read it by now. that's weird) and the prefects system is wrong is because
of that. So don't flame me for Book-5 related errors, because if you do,
you're an idiot. Live with it.
Hope you enjoy the first post in, um, ages. Oh, and I want your opinion on
Cho, OK?
***
It was about 11 o'clock before Bob finally returned, exhausted, to
Gryffindor Tower. There were only a few other students still up. Ron was
moodily poking a chocolate frog with his wand in an attempt to turn it
orange, carefully avoiding Hermione's eyes. Hermione, who had left the
library about half an hour before her sister, was sitting at her usual desk
in the corner of the common room, finishing off her Arithmancy homework.
A couple of third years were "studiously" working on their Divination
homework ("How about. 'due to an unlucky gust of wind, I will fall from a
high place'? Think she'll buy it?" "Probably not. How about I get caught in
a shower of meteors because of.er, an irregular orbit of Charon?" "Or 'I
will give up Divination, due to an ugly old crone in oversized glasses.'").
"Night 'Mione," yawned Bob, wandering over to her sister's table.
"Good night, Bob." replied Hermione, still trying to find her place in an
enormous textbook.
"Oh, and may I borrow your Transfiguration book?" Bob continued.
"Why?" Hermione looked up suspiciously.
"Because I want to set the pixies loose upon it and draw in the margins
before I burn it as an offering to Phoebe."
"Very funny. Look after it, okay? If you do anything to it." Hermione
warned.
"Come on, Hermione, you know me better than that," scoffed Bob. "Well, good
night."
She traipsed up the stairs to her dormitory.
***
Hermione looked at her watch and yawned. It was late. She should be going
to bed, too. She stretched out her legs, and as she did so, she kicked
something under the desk. Bending down to see what it was, she found a
book. Honestly, the things some people left lying around! Idly, she flipped
over the cover to see who the owner was. "Ron Weasley, Gryffindor." she
read, and under that "Me 4 Mione", scrawled in Ron's unmistakeable
handwriting and encircled with a heart. Her own heart did a funny sort of
leap. No, impossible, she thought. Not Ron. All right, so she had liked him
and she was pretty sure he had felt the same. but that was years ago. She
shook her head as if trying to clear it. She read those three words again.
Amazing, she thought, what three simple words could do to a previously
sensible human being.
She glanced over to where Ron was slumped in an armchair, gazing into the
fire, having turned his chocolate frog an interesting shade of puce and
thrown it at the Divination third years for no apparent reason. Hermione
decided to give him the book back.
"Er, Ron?" she said nervously, moving across to the armchair.
"What?" he asked, without looking up.
"I think this is yours."
Something in her voice made Ron look up. He was totally astounded to see
that she seemed to be blushing. Hermione Granger, blushing? It didn't make
sense. Then again, he reasoned, girls in general didn't make sense. Must be
a girl thing, he decided. Aloud, all he said was, "Oh, thanks."
Hermione looked as though she wanted to say something else. Ron raised a
questioning eyebrow. "Yeah?"
"Er, nothing." Hermione muttered and returned to her desk.
Why didn't you tell him? said an irritating little Voice in her head.
Tell him what, exactly? I don't have anything to tell him, she thought
angrily, stuffing books violently into her bag.
Are you sure? persisted the Voice.
Quite positive, thanks.
Half aloud, she muttered, "I think I'm going to go to bed now before the
voice in my head convinces me I'm schizophrenic,"
Ignoring the continued arguing of the Voice, Hermione swung her bag over
her shoulder and headed up the stairs to her nice, warm, sane bed.
***
A/N: At last! Something happened! Not very much, I admit, but it's better
than nothing.
Just to let you know, this is about as soppy as I get (I hope!), so if long
romantic scenes with every detail of everything are your thing, you're
reading the wrong fic. Go home.
Thank you to all my wonderful reviewers! I love you all! ::Blows kisses::
I'll be back with the next chapter soonish.
Next chapter: Someone gets hexed, Bob nearly gets roasted on a spit and
Hannah sets a greenhouse alight.