Chapter Two - A Plan In Action
Hi, thanks for the great reviews! Here's chapter three. It's a bit naughty but later chapters will be worse. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED LOL
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter but I get what I want eventually cause I'm a spoiled brat! So ha ha ha! Ummmmmmm anyway on with the story . . .
Hermione stood very still thinking her idea over. The more she thought about it the better it seemed. But Hermione also knew it was quite stupid. Although it would work well when put into action there would still be the long term consequences. For starters Ron would know how she felt about him and also her plan might make Ron feel hurt and used-that was the last thing she wanted.
Come on Hermione! She told herself. You've always wanted to do something exciting and unpredictable, well now's your chance. Probably the only one you'll get for a very long time. Live dangerously! If you don't take this chance you'll spend your whole life wondering, 'what if. . . . what if I'd taken that one chance to show that I do have normal feelings, dreams and desires like everyone else'. Ron will understand . . . if he doesn't then he's not worth bothering about. If you hurry now he'll not be too drunk.
This was definitely a risk but it was one Hermione was now willing to take. 'I'll probably regret this in the morning!' she told herself aloud. Better to be sorry for a few days than to spend the rest of your life wondering. . . . her conscience told her.
Taking a huge, deep breath Hermione made her way to the Gryffindor Common Room, almost running. The music gradually got louder again as the Fat Lady's Portrait came into view. For a few minutes Hermione thought she had heard someone following her but as she drew nearer the portrait the footsteps she thought she heard grew fainter. The Fat Lady was snoring after having a few too many drinks herself.
'Honeyduke's Chocolate!' she said as she approached the Fat Lady. The Fat Lady woke up and was very startled to see Hermione.
'Wha arentchu in der?' she asked Hermione in a very slurred voice.
'I wanted to get fresh air', Hermione told her impatiently.
'Flesh hair?' the Fat Lady asked, almost to herself and looked as if she'd never heard of fresh air before.
'Look I don't have all night', Hermione complained, 'Let me in.'
'Wait!' the Fat Lady cried, then looked as if she had forgotten something. 'Yes! I remember it now, you need the password.'
Hermione sighed and then pronounced every syllable of the password, 'Hon-ey-duke's Choc-o-late.'
'Honey dick's got a bit?' the Fat Lady asked looking quite shocked, 'Got a bit of what?'
'Oh never mind!' Hermione snapped and stormed off. It was a stupid idea anyway, she thought to herself. It probably would never have worked. Suddenly the footsteps grew louder as she walked away. Hermione turned to see who was there but there was nothing lurking in the dark corners of the corridors. She quickened her pace and the owner of the footsteps was moving faster too. She was quite frightened now so she broke into a run only to run smack into the chest of another student walking in the corridors.
'Urgh!' the owner cried, staggering backwards on impact with Hermione. Hermione kept her balance but it took her a while before she was able to focus on the student as she'd bumped into him so hard.
'Ron!' Hermione exclaimed in surprise. 'Wh - wh - what are you doing here?' Ron was obviously quite drunk as he almost fell after the impact but he supported himself by leaning on the wall. His head was down and he looked quite dizzy.
'What the fu-?' Ron was still staggering around but he suddenly seemed to regain consciousness and looked up. 'Oh!' he cried in a dopey voice. 'Hermione!' he smiled lazily but then began to wretch. For a moment it looked like he was going to be sick after drinking too much alcohol and then having the contents of his stomach hit so hard. Hermione stepped back; her plan wouldn't work if Ron was going to be sick every five minutes.
'Are you okay Ron?' Hermione asked in a concerned voice. Ron looked up again, as if seeing her there for the first time.
'Oh Hermione!' he cried again in the same dopey voice, 'There you are!' Ron started to giggle, 'You scared me when you bumped into me!' He began to giggle as if she had told him a joke.
'Yeah', said Hermione, laughing nervously. She suddenly became serious. 'Um . . . Ron, you weren't following me just then were you? I mean before we bumped into each other.'
Ron turned a funny green colour and quickly shook his head before wretching.
Urgh, what was I thinking? Hermione asked herself. He's too sick.
'Ron, maybe you should sit down', she told him trying to help him stand up straight. She knelt down, lifted his right arm up and swung it over her shoulders and stood up with him. He was so much heavier than so her so she found it hard to walk with him. 'There . . . we . . . go . . . 'Hermione panted as she pulled him over to the place where the room of requirement was. He was far too heavy to take up to his dormitory so she thought if she could make a room for someone sick to appear in the room of requirement he could lie down there.
She walked up to the room and let Ron down on the floor so she was free to pace in front of the room. I need a room in which I can put a sick person in, she thought over and over again as she walked back and forward three times in front of the room of requirement. When she was sure the room had magically changed she went to Ron and helped him up again.
'I don't feel too good', Ron moaned, looking up at Hermione. 'Help me Hermione', he pleaded. 'Oooh!' he cried 'You look very pretty', he told her. Hermione couldn't help blushing as she opened the door to get Ron in, but she decided he was too drunk to know what he was talking about. She wished he had told her when he was sober; it might have meant a lot more.
In the room was a large bed with a cabinet nearby with lots of potions for all kinds of sicknesses. Charts were on the wall, informing you on how to help sick people and there was also a sink with cupboards and a hot water bottle lay on the bed.
'Here', she said setting Ron down on the bed. 'Just relax.'
Hermione watched as Ron spread himself out on the bed and then he looked up and smiled at her. His smile was so sweet, unlike anyone else's it was so heart-warming and genuine. He hardly ever smiled unless it was at a joke and it made her go weak at the knees. Hermione sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him. The bed was so comfortable as it adjusted to your position on the bed, letting you sink into its silky sheets but holding you firmly. Ron looked so peaceful as he began to close his eyes. During the day he frowned a lot as he didn't have much self-confidence and people (Draco Malfoy especially) made fun of him. Mostly the fun was just jokes and they weren't meant to intentionally hurt him but being Ron he took the jokes seriously. He had changed physically so much since their first year. He wasn't the same lanky, immature red-head that she had met on the Hogwarts Express six summers ago. Even though he was still very tall he didn't look as lanky. His body had filled out and now that he had very little more growing to do his shape was set the way it would be for the rest of his life. Now around 6 feet tall Ron was starting to become very popular with other girls in his year but he was always very shy around girls, unless he really liked them so he didn't have many serious relationships which Hermione was thankful for.
He had the loveliest eyes which showed most of his emotion. As Ron was a very introverted person he kept his feelings locked up but let them out in his eyes. They sparkled when he was laughing or smiling his sweet smile and they were the brightest blue colour. He had more defined muscles now and Hermione blushed as she began to think that way. They weren't completely obvious but they were just visible enough to make him look athletic. All those years of being a Quidditch captain had paid off and all those extra practises did wonders for his body. His hair wasn't as messy anymore as it was cut more frequently so he didn't have that boyish, mischievous look but more a mature manly look. Hermione's eyes scanned his whole face and eventually her eyes came to rest on his lips.
Hundreds of times a day she found her mind wandering to the thought of kissing those lips. There wasn't a day that went by that she didn't imagine their mouths locked together. She longed for those lips to touch the most secret parts of her body. The thought of his lips trailing down her neck sent shivers down her spine. Hermione raised her hands to her cheeks and felt them burning as she was blushing so much. She extended her arm to gently touch those lips that made her turn so red. But she quickly pulled away when Ron woke up and looked confusedly at Hermione. She could just feel herself turning a deeper shade of red.
'Huh?' Ron asked sitting up.
'We're in the room of requirement Ron', Hermione told him looking away. 'Are you feeling better?' she asked, hoping he wouldn't ask why she had a face the colour of a tomato.
'A bit', said Ron. He was still drunk but Hermione thought that she could take her chance now that he wasn't so sick.
'Ron . . .' she asked, turning to face him. She could feel the heat radiating from her face. 'Did you mean what you said about me being pretty?' she knew he was drunk but that was part of her plan. He wouldn't remember any of this and she wanted to be with him so badly.
'Yeah', said Ron smiling again. 'You're fucking gorgeous.' Hermione couldn't help but wonder if he really thought that since he was so drunk.
'Uh, Ron?' Hermione asked.
'Yeah?' He said staring at her.
'Um . . . Would you kiss me?' she blushed furiously after she asked this and looked away quickly. After a few seconds she thought he didn't want to but as she turned round she saw that Ron had moved forward. He was now his knees and gazing at her. He gently took her hands in his and pulled her towards him. She felt butterflies in her stomach at the thought of finally living out the fantasy of kissing Ron. His hands were so big and he held her tightly as he pulled her in for the kiss. Very softly his lips touched hers and he kept pulling away slightly to look at her but she kept her eyes lightly shut, taking in the wonderful moment. She felt his hand lightly caress her cheek and then he took her face in his hands to kiss her passionately.
His lips tasted like alcohol but she didn't care. He was with her and it felt as if she was walking on air as his tongue slid into her mouth, tasting her sweet lips. The kiss was so gentle yet passionate and she felt her legs melt as he put his hands on her waist. Pulling her closer into his arms she slid her hands up his chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles under his shirt. His kiss gradually got harder again her lips as she pulled her into a tighter embrace. It felt wonderful, so natural and right.
Great, she thought, my plan is going so perfectly! But I do feel bad that Ron is a little drunk.
With Ron's arms around her he felt so safe and right, like no one could ever make her stop feeling happy ever again. Slowly Ron started to move his hands down and began to stroke her legs. Hermione felt herself smile against his lips but she suddenly frowned when he moved his hands up so he could put them up under her shirt. The feeling of his hands on her skin made her head feel light.
Oh no, please don't! Her mind screamed. Everything was so going well until now! She knew where this was going to lead. She'd never thought about going so far as to actually having sex with Ron tonight. That wasn't part of the plan! Ron's kiss was much more passionate now, if that was possible, and his lips were pressing harder against hers. He began to unbutton her blouse from the bottom up but he was moving slowly so it gave her time to think.
This feels amazing! So what if we have sex? Tomorrow he won't remember what happened and I want this so badly.
But he's drunk! Her conscience told her. You'd be taking advantage of him! Besides, you're a virgin, you won't know what to do.
All the more reason to do this, Hermione argued, if I mess up he won't know any different!
Stop! Her conscience screamed. Think about this! It doesn't mean anything to him! HE IS DRUNK!
So what? It's probably the closest I'll get to Ron anyway. Hermione felt like crying, this didn't mean anything, she had to face the facts. Ron had now unbuttoned her blouse fully and his hands were roaming around her torso and up to her breasts . . . she decided to pull away but her heart wouldn't let her, this felt so right. Eventually his hands gently came to rest on her breast and she could feel herself getting aroused by this. His lips came to her neck and he planted kisses down it, trailing his tongue as he did. Just feeling his hot breath and the wet kisses on her neck made her shiver in excitement. His mouth travelled down to her breast and he began to kiss each one gently. Hermione's eyes were closed, as she was taking in every second of this once unknown pleasure. Something suddenly dawned on her; she should probably do something . . . but what? She'd never had sex with anyone before.
STOP! STOP! STOP! Her conscience screamed again. Like I've said before; you're a virgin and you know you'll end up hurting yourself, emotionally and physically. Don't do this.
She had to admit this wasn't how she'd imagined her first time. Well, that wasn't entirely true. She had to remember her late night fantasies with Ron did involve him making love to her but not when he was drunk and in a hurry in the Room of Requirement. She opened her eyes reluctantly.
'Uh . . . Ron . . .' she said, trying to kill the husky sound in her voice and sound serious.
'Hmm?' he asked, not taking his lips away from her.
'Can we stop for a moment?' she asked.
'Yeah, ok . . .' he said pulling away and lying on the bed. He shut his eyes and rested. Hermione sat on the bed and began to button her blouse. Why did she have to stop so suddenly when she loved it so much. She only took her eyes away from her blouse when she heard Ron snoring. She looked at him and saw how peaceful he looked.
No . . . she told herself, this is for the best. I probably wouldn't have done it right anyway. Her cheeks turned a crimson colour when she noticed Ron had undone his trousers while she had her eyes closed. The zip was right down and she could see most of his boxers. She thought she should zip them up but he quickly turned on his side and she couldn't turn him over again.
'Shit!' she cursed as it wouldn't look too good in the morning. Questions would be asked. Giving up she planted a kiss on his cheek before making her way back to dormitory.
There you go, Hermione, she told herself sarcastically, everything worked out for the best. Now just go to bed like the normal girl you are and go to sleep. And all you can do is dream of what could have been.
But nothing prepared herself for what would happen the next day . . . .
Hey! Hoped you liked that chapter. Chapter Three will be up soon and so you can find out what happens next!
Hi, thanks for the great reviews! Here's chapter three. It's a bit naughty but later chapters will be worse. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED LOL
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter but I get what I want eventually cause I'm a spoiled brat! So ha ha ha! Ummmmmmm anyway on with the story . . .
Hermione stood very still thinking her idea over. The more she thought about it the better it seemed. But Hermione also knew it was quite stupid. Although it would work well when put into action there would still be the long term consequences. For starters Ron would know how she felt about him and also her plan might make Ron feel hurt and used-that was the last thing she wanted.
Come on Hermione! She told herself. You've always wanted to do something exciting and unpredictable, well now's your chance. Probably the only one you'll get for a very long time. Live dangerously! If you don't take this chance you'll spend your whole life wondering, 'what if. . . . what if I'd taken that one chance to show that I do have normal feelings, dreams and desires like everyone else'. Ron will understand . . . if he doesn't then he's not worth bothering about. If you hurry now he'll not be too drunk.
This was definitely a risk but it was one Hermione was now willing to take. 'I'll probably regret this in the morning!' she told herself aloud. Better to be sorry for a few days than to spend the rest of your life wondering. . . . her conscience told her.
Taking a huge, deep breath Hermione made her way to the Gryffindor Common Room, almost running. The music gradually got louder again as the Fat Lady's Portrait came into view. For a few minutes Hermione thought she had heard someone following her but as she drew nearer the portrait the footsteps she thought she heard grew fainter. The Fat Lady was snoring after having a few too many drinks herself.
'Honeyduke's Chocolate!' she said as she approached the Fat Lady. The Fat Lady woke up and was very startled to see Hermione.
'Wha arentchu in der?' she asked Hermione in a very slurred voice.
'I wanted to get fresh air', Hermione told her impatiently.
'Flesh hair?' the Fat Lady asked, almost to herself and looked as if she'd never heard of fresh air before.
'Look I don't have all night', Hermione complained, 'Let me in.'
'Wait!' the Fat Lady cried, then looked as if she had forgotten something. 'Yes! I remember it now, you need the password.'
Hermione sighed and then pronounced every syllable of the password, 'Hon-ey-duke's Choc-o-late.'
'Honey dick's got a bit?' the Fat Lady asked looking quite shocked, 'Got a bit of what?'
'Oh never mind!' Hermione snapped and stormed off. It was a stupid idea anyway, she thought to herself. It probably would never have worked. Suddenly the footsteps grew louder as she walked away. Hermione turned to see who was there but there was nothing lurking in the dark corners of the corridors. She quickened her pace and the owner of the footsteps was moving faster too. She was quite frightened now so she broke into a run only to run smack into the chest of another student walking in the corridors.
'Urgh!' the owner cried, staggering backwards on impact with Hermione. Hermione kept her balance but it took her a while before she was able to focus on the student as she'd bumped into him so hard.
'Ron!' Hermione exclaimed in surprise. 'Wh - wh - what are you doing here?' Ron was obviously quite drunk as he almost fell after the impact but he supported himself by leaning on the wall. His head was down and he looked quite dizzy.
'What the fu-?' Ron was still staggering around but he suddenly seemed to regain consciousness and looked up. 'Oh!' he cried in a dopey voice. 'Hermione!' he smiled lazily but then began to wretch. For a moment it looked like he was going to be sick after drinking too much alcohol and then having the contents of his stomach hit so hard. Hermione stepped back; her plan wouldn't work if Ron was going to be sick every five minutes.
'Are you okay Ron?' Hermione asked in a concerned voice. Ron looked up again, as if seeing her there for the first time.
'Oh Hermione!' he cried again in the same dopey voice, 'There you are!' Ron started to giggle, 'You scared me when you bumped into me!' He began to giggle as if she had told him a joke.
'Yeah', said Hermione, laughing nervously. She suddenly became serious. 'Um . . . Ron, you weren't following me just then were you? I mean before we bumped into each other.'
Ron turned a funny green colour and quickly shook his head before wretching.
Urgh, what was I thinking? Hermione asked herself. He's too sick.
'Ron, maybe you should sit down', she told him trying to help him stand up straight. She knelt down, lifted his right arm up and swung it over her shoulders and stood up with him. He was so much heavier than so her so she found it hard to walk with him. 'There . . . we . . . go . . . 'Hermione panted as she pulled him over to the place where the room of requirement was. He was far too heavy to take up to his dormitory so she thought if she could make a room for someone sick to appear in the room of requirement he could lie down there.
She walked up to the room and let Ron down on the floor so she was free to pace in front of the room. I need a room in which I can put a sick person in, she thought over and over again as she walked back and forward three times in front of the room of requirement. When she was sure the room had magically changed she went to Ron and helped him up again.
'I don't feel too good', Ron moaned, looking up at Hermione. 'Help me Hermione', he pleaded. 'Oooh!' he cried 'You look very pretty', he told her. Hermione couldn't help blushing as she opened the door to get Ron in, but she decided he was too drunk to know what he was talking about. She wished he had told her when he was sober; it might have meant a lot more.
In the room was a large bed with a cabinet nearby with lots of potions for all kinds of sicknesses. Charts were on the wall, informing you on how to help sick people and there was also a sink with cupboards and a hot water bottle lay on the bed.
'Here', she said setting Ron down on the bed. 'Just relax.'
Hermione watched as Ron spread himself out on the bed and then he looked up and smiled at her. His smile was so sweet, unlike anyone else's it was so heart-warming and genuine. He hardly ever smiled unless it was at a joke and it made her go weak at the knees. Hermione sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him. The bed was so comfortable as it adjusted to your position on the bed, letting you sink into its silky sheets but holding you firmly. Ron looked so peaceful as he began to close his eyes. During the day he frowned a lot as he didn't have much self-confidence and people (Draco Malfoy especially) made fun of him. Mostly the fun was just jokes and they weren't meant to intentionally hurt him but being Ron he took the jokes seriously. He had changed physically so much since their first year. He wasn't the same lanky, immature red-head that she had met on the Hogwarts Express six summers ago. Even though he was still very tall he didn't look as lanky. His body had filled out and now that he had very little more growing to do his shape was set the way it would be for the rest of his life. Now around 6 feet tall Ron was starting to become very popular with other girls in his year but he was always very shy around girls, unless he really liked them so he didn't have many serious relationships which Hermione was thankful for.
He had the loveliest eyes which showed most of his emotion. As Ron was a very introverted person he kept his feelings locked up but let them out in his eyes. They sparkled when he was laughing or smiling his sweet smile and they were the brightest blue colour. He had more defined muscles now and Hermione blushed as she began to think that way. They weren't completely obvious but they were just visible enough to make him look athletic. All those years of being a Quidditch captain had paid off and all those extra practises did wonders for his body. His hair wasn't as messy anymore as it was cut more frequently so he didn't have that boyish, mischievous look but more a mature manly look. Hermione's eyes scanned his whole face and eventually her eyes came to rest on his lips.
Hundreds of times a day she found her mind wandering to the thought of kissing those lips. There wasn't a day that went by that she didn't imagine their mouths locked together. She longed for those lips to touch the most secret parts of her body. The thought of his lips trailing down her neck sent shivers down her spine. Hermione raised her hands to her cheeks and felt them burning as she was blushing so much. She extended her arm to gently touch those lips that made her turn so red. But she quickly pulled away when Ron woke up and looked confusedly at Hermione. She could just feel herself turning a deeper shade of red.
'Huh?' Ron asked sitting up.
'We're in the room of requirement Ron', Hermione told him looking away. 'Are you feeling better?' she asked, hoping he wouldn't ask why she had a face the colour of a tomato.
'A bit', said Ron. He was still drunk but Hermione thought that she could take her chance now that he wasn't so sick.
'Ron . . .' she asked, turning to face him. She could feel the heat radiating from her face. 'Did you mean what you said about me being pretty?' she knew he was drunk but that was part of her plan. He wouldn't remember any of this and she wanted to be with him so badly.
'Yeah', said Ron smiling again. 'You're fucking gorgeous.' Hermione couldn't help but wonder if he really thought that since he was so drunk.
'Uh, Ron?' Hermione asked.
'Yeah?' He said staring at her.
'Um . . . Would you kiss me?' she blushed furiously after she asked this and looked away quickly. After a few seconds she thought he didn't want to but as she turned round she saw that Ron had moved forward. He was now his knees and gazing at her. He gently took her hands in his and pulled her towards him. She felt butterflies in her stomach at the thought of finally living out the fantasy of kissing Ron. His hands were so big and he held her tightly as he pulled her in for the kiss. Very softly his lips touched hers and he kept pulling away slightly to look at her but she kept her eyes lightly shut, taking in the wonderful moment. She felt his hand lightly caress her cheek and then he took her face in his hands to kiss her passionately.
His lips tasted like alcohol but she didn't care. He was with her and it felt as if she was walking on air as his tongue slid into her mouth, tasting her sweet lips. The kiss was so gentle yet passionate and she felt her legs melt as he put his hands on her waist. Pulling her closer into his arms she slid her hands up his chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles under his shirt. His kiss gradually got harder again her lips as she pulled her into a tighter embrace. It felt wonderful, so natural and right.
Great, she thought, my plan is going so perfectly! But I do feel bad that Ron is a little drunk.
With Ron's arms around her he felt so safe and right, like no one could ever make her stop feeling happy ever again. Slowly Ron started to move his hands down and began to stroke her legs. Hermione felt herself smile against his lips but she suddenly frowned when he moved his hands up so he could put them up under her shirt. The feeling of his hands on her skin made her head feel light.
Oh no, please don't! Her mind screamed. Everything was so going well until now! She knew where this was going to lead. She'd never thought about going so far as to actually having sex with Ron tonight. That wasn't part of the plan! Ron's kiss was much more passionate now, if that was possible, and his lips were pressing harder against hers. He began to unbutton her blouse from the bottom up but he was moving slowly so it gave her time to think.
This feels amazing! So what if we have sex? Tomorrow he won't remember what happened and I want this so badly.
But he's drunk! Her conscience told her. You'd be taking advantage of him! Besides, you're a virgin, you won't know what to do.
All the more reason to do this, Hermione argued, if I mess up he won't know any different!
Stop! Her conscience screamed. Think about this! It doesn't mean anything to him! HE IS DRUNK!
So what? It's probably the closest I'll get to Ron anyway. Hermione felt like crying, this didn't mean anything, she had to face the facts. Ron had now unbuttoned her blouse fully and his hands were roaming around her torso and up to her breasts . . . she decided to pull away but her heart wouldn't let her, this felt so right. Eventually his hands gently came to rest on her breast and she could feel herself getting aroused by this. His lips came to her neck and he planted kisses down it, trailing his tongue as he did. Just feeling his hot breath and the wet kisses on her neck made her shiver in excitement. His mouth travelled down to her breast and he began to kiss each one gently. Hermione's eyes were closed, as she was taking in every second of this once unknown pleasure. Something suddenly dawned on her; she should probably do something . . . but what? She'd never had sex with anyone before.
STOP! STOP! STOP! Her conscience screamed again. Like I've said before; you're a virgin and you know you'll end up hurting yourself, emotionally and physically. Don't do this.
She had to admit this wasn't how she'd imagined her first time. Well, that wasn't entirely true. She had to remember her late night fantasies with Ron did involve him making love to her but not when he was drunk and in a hurry in the Room of Requirement. She opened her eyes reluctantly.
'Uh . . . Ron . . .' she said, trying to kill the husky sound in her voice and sound serious.
'Hmm?' he asked, not taking his lips away from her.
'Can we stop for a moment?' she asked.
'Yeah, ok . . .' he said pulling away and lying on the bed. He shut his eyes and rested. Hermione sat on the bed and began to button her blouse. Why did she have to stop so suddenly when she loved it so much. She only took her eyes away from her blouse when she heard Ron snoring. She looked at him and saw how peaceful he looked.
No . . . she told herself, this is for the best. I probably wouldn't have done it right anyway. Her cheeks turned a crimson colour when she noticed Ron had undone his trousers while she had her eyes closed. The zip was right down and she could see most of his boxers. She thought she should zip them up but he quickly turned on his side and she couldn't turn him over again.
'Shit!' she cursed as it wouldn't look too good in the morning. Questions would be asked. Giving up she planted a kiss on his cheek before making her way back to dormitory.
There you go, Hermione, she told herself sarcastically, everything worked out for the best. Now just go to bed like the normal girl you are and go to sleep. And all you can do is dream of what could have been.
But nothing prepared herself for what would happen the next day . . . .
Hey! Hoped you liked that chapter. Chapter Three will be up soon and so you can find out what happens next!