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F:psss....next time....u're writing the A/N part
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REMEMBER! WHEN IT'S LYKE , IT'S HARRY'S THOUGHTS.
Chapter Two
Strike One
"Oh....I really missed Hogwarts" Hermione smiled wistfully at the sceanery outside the window before
turning back to her heavy, leather bound book.
"Me too" Harry added, smiling endearingly at her.
"Would you two please shut up!" Ron yelled crabbily. "I'm trying to get my beauty sleep"
"Since when do you have any beauty?" Hermione joked.
But obviously, Ron didn't take it as one.
"OH....so now you can talk to me that way because you actually HAVE a pretty face. HA!
What a joke" Ron turned over on the four chairs that he had inhabited.
Harry could tell that Ron had hit a nerve as Hermione immediately dropped the book onto the floor
with a shattering shake.
"Ron. What's WRONG with you! Why are you being so damn mean? Just because your face sucks,
get OFF mine!" Hermione snapped.
"Ouch" Harry winced.
"No I won't get off your's!" Ron forgot all about sleep as he was now hoisting himself into a
sitting position, facing Hermione. "WHat's with you, Hermione? You used to care more ABOUT
what's inside you then what's ON you. Like make-up and hair and that kinda stuff! You didn't
used to care about those things! Now it's: My hair's all messed up, OH NOOO! and Oh! I chipped
a nail!"
Harry blinked, he distintively did not remember Hermione saying all those things.
"Face the facts, Ron! You make up stuff, okay? You MAKE UP stuff! Then you try to build a case
on it--and yell at me for something that you've made up!" Hermione cried.
"Fine! Let's just stop this, okay?" Harry, like he was once the voice of reason spoke up again.
"Look....Hermione was cute.....okay....she was really really cute. And now, even though her
hair's all straight and she's wearing a little bit of make-up....it doesn't change who she was.
I'm a guy too, Ron.... and I can understand that her look has changed so please just try to
understand that. And Hermione....as a guy, I can't say that Ron's cute or anything so please get
off his back. Now calm down and let's just--just--be friends again'
There was a moment of silence in which both Ron and Hermione's breaths were slowing and calming
down.
"Okay" Hermione said.
"Fine with me" Ron replied.
"Since when were you so mature?" Hermione teased.
"Since this summer" Harry replied, smiling good naturally.
The rest of the train ride was pretty normal, Hermione and Ron didn't mention their previous
fight even once and Harry was happy to keep it that way.
*
"You would think" Ron wheezed as the trio finally make their way towards the Gryffindor table.
"You would think what?" Hermione asked.
"That" Ron continued wheezyly. "If the carriages were broken down, they'd find a new way of
transportation! I can't BELIEVE that we had to cross the lake. LIKE FIRST YEARS! It's raining
so badly out there!"
"Last time it rained so bad....it was the fourth year" Harry agreed.
"I'm not really that cold" Hermione said valiantly.
"Hermione" Ron chuckled. "You fell in the lake"
"Well, I'm dry now" Hermione narrowed her large doe-eyes. "And that's all that matters"
The three reached the table and sat down heavily. Harry suddenly noticed that for once, all eyes
were on Hermione and not him.
"What, I got a make-over, okay? Get over it!" She joked loudly.
Very very loudly.
There were a few friendly yells of:
"Looks nice, Hermione" and "I like it"
"Guess they're used to it" Ron grumbled very softly.
"What?" Hermione asked swiftly.
"Nothing" Ron replied quickly.
"Granger! Is that the new look for Mudbloods?"
It was Malfoy. He had sneaked to the Gryffindor Table and were now looking at all of them,
Hermione in particular, with hatred and distain.
"No Malfoy" Hermione retorted, giving Malfoy an icy look-over. "Hey! Is that your mask for
Holloween, Malfoy? Ugh! It's horrible! It's frightening! It's so screwed up! How much DID you
pay for that thing? Oh.....wait.....that's your face"
The Gryffindors and Harry burst out laughing but Malfoy was definately not. On the contray, his
face was livid with rage and his cold, pale eyes were narrowed, giving him an impression of a
poisonous, silver snake.
"Better watch your back, Granger. Oh....wait....replace back with life....." Malfoy hissed.
The Gryffindors fell silent as they watch Malfoy walk towards the Slytherine talk.
"That stupid bloke!" Harry said loudly to cover up the bad situation that Malfoy had put him in.
"Probably doesn't mean it. All talk, no action! Anyway....it's okay....Hermione.....we'll protect
you"
"Yah!" Ron said as the Gryffindors burst into agreement.
The situation went back to normal. The first-years were sorted, Dumbledore make his little speech
and the new DADA teacher, Miss. Chang (Defence aganist the Dark Arts) was introducted.
Harry finally moved his gaze from the food and towards Hermione who was chatting and eating
animately with Ginny. Even if she was his victim, she did look pretty good but he should start
taking action soon.
Hermione was smart and good at magic, Harry had to give her that. But she was totally blinded when
it came to the minds of Dark Wizards and she would be easy to lure since he had captured her
trust and friendship for many years.
"Hermione" Harry tapped her on the shoulder after making sure that Ron was occupied.
"Yes, Harry" Hermione asked as she took a little bite of mash potatoes.
"Well....you know how I stink at Potions?" Harry widened his eyes a little so she could get the
full patheticness of his voice.
"Oh, Harry" Hermione smiled comfortingly. "You don't....ummm....'stink' as you put it. You
just need a little help"
"Yah" Harry nodded.
"Harry, how 'bout this?" Hermione dropped her napkin and turned slightly to face him. "Meet me
after school at around five o'clock in the empty Charms room and I'll help you for an hour or
so. How about it, Harry?"
I got her!
"Sure!" Harry agreed in a happy tone. "Thanks, Hermione"
"No problem, but only if you promise that you won't beat me in the potions exam" Hermione joked.
"Hermione, the day that I beat you in any subject is the day that you die. Which is probably
never since you're so strong" Harry said sweetly as he surveyed Hermione's laughing face.
*
The next day was a blur, just DADA, fortunely no Potions and Charms, the last class was
Tranfiguration which Harry was really starting to hate.
"Concentrate!" Professor McGonagall said sharply. "Potter! Concentrate"
Harry tried to fake a look of concentration onto his face as he 'tried' to transfigure his clock
into a rabbit. Voldemort had teached him the key to this Transfiguation nonsense and this was
plainly a waste of time.
Fortunely, the bell had rang and he ran out before McGonagall could say another word.
"Weasley, you're not doing it right" Ron screwed up his face and imitated McGonagall's severe
voice.
"Concentrate! Concentrate" Harry finished.
"Stop it, you two!" Hermione scolded.
Back in the Gryffindor tower, Hermione did homework while Harry and Ron talked about Qudditch;
Ron, through a mouthful of chocolate.
"See, Harry....the Chudley Cannons" Ron was saying but Harry wasn't listening.
He was more focused on the clock which was ticking the time until Hermione's final breath. It
was four fifty-five and Ron's voice was growing louder and louder.
"They're very interesting....blah....blah.....blah blah"
Four fifty-seven.
"The way they fly.....yadda yadda yadda.....whatever"
Four fifty-nine.
"The technique is to....cookoo....coookooo...coookoo"
FIVE O'CLOCK!
"Hermione!" Harry interupted. "It's time to go"
Hermione checked the clock.
"So it is....let's go" She pushed back her chair and stood up.
"Go where?" Ron asked.
"Well...I'm helping Harry with Potions" Hermione replied, smiling down at him.
"You and Harry are dating?" Ron gasped, spitting chocolate everywhere as Harry picked up his
bag.
"No, just today" Harry replied.
"Come on, Harry" Hermione picked up her knacksack.
The two walked over to the portrait hole, with Ron tailing behind them.
"See you in an hour, Ron!" Hemione called as she and Harry climbed out.
"You need AN HOUR?" Ron was yelling before the Fat Lady's portrait snapped shut, cutting his voice
off.
"Thanks for helping me, Hermione" Harry smiled charmingly as they made their way towards the
Charms room"
"No problem Harry, you're my best friend. " Hermione smiled back as she pushed open the door to
the empty Charms room. "Well....so's Ron" She added.
"So....where do you want to start?" Harry asked.
"Let's sit down and unpack first" Hermione replied. "Where should we sit?"
Harry chose a seat in the far corner and proceeded in unpacking his bag.
Earlier, Harry had stuck the Dagger under the exact table at lunch so it was now right under
his palm. He could feel the cool surface of the metal and the emprinted dragon that rain along
the glistening blade.
"Okay, Harry" Said Hermione briskly. "Let's start"
*
"Thanks, Hermione" Harry said as they made their way towards the Gryffindor House. It was after
an hour and he just about had enough of Hermione.
"No problem, do you understand the concepts of the Fininidilous Potion now? You seemed a bit
confused" Hermione asked.
"Oh" Harry smiled. "I understand now"
"Good" Hermione said.
"Hey!" Harry said energetically as if he had just thought of something. "I wanna show you
something, come on"
"Harry" Hermione replied, looking a bit worried. "We had better get back"
"No...come on" Harry grabbed Hermione around the wrist and ran back down the hall.
Down the stairs.....down another pair of stairs.....through the door.....
"Harry!" Hemione laughed. "That wasn't funny! The way you just grabbed me! What did you want to
show me? The dungeon?"
"No, silly" Harry smiled, feeling the dagger that he held behind his back.
"Then, what?" Hermione asked.
But Harry's body wouldn't obey.
I can't.....I'm a loser. I'm a friend....
I am NOT weak
Harry automatically advanced towards Hermione, the dagger positioned perfectly in his hand, aimed
to kill.
"Hey, Harry, are you all right? You seem....umm....frightened" Hermione stepped closer, looking
up at his face in concern.
"I'm fine" Harry smiled reassuringly at her
"Are you sure?" Hermione reached up and pressed her hand gently aganist his cheek. "You feel so
hot......maybe you have a fever"
Harry closed his eyes, a few sad tears mixed with frustration slid down his smooth cheek.
"Oh...." Hemione sounded startled, worried, anxious. "What's wrong, Harry? What did you want
to show me? Are you all right?"
"N-nothing" Harry wiped his tears away before Hermione did.
"Are you sure?" Hermione asked sweetly.
"Very" Harry nodded. "I was just thinking about my parents....that's all....this dungeon is so
empty.....just like the love that I've never recieved"
"Oh, Harry...." Hermione slowly, as if cautiously wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Hemione" Harry found himself saying. "Please.....go back.....I'll be all right"
"Okay" Hermione pulled away from him and smiled. "But come back in five minutes, okay?"
"Sure!" Harry said brightly.
Hermione patted him gently on the shoulder and walked away.
"And ummm....Harry?"
Harry looked up, Hermione wasn't gone yet.
"Yah?"
"You'll always have my love and friendship....don't forget that" Hermione smiled.
"Thanks" Harry nodded and smiled.
Harry did not move, he didn't really want to go back......not now since he didn't accomplish
his deed.
But the girl's future wasn't looking bright. Maybe he should just hand her to Voldemort and let
him deal with her.
A/N:
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N: And to the Kat097 bitch who said that it had a bad ending. Go screw yourself.
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A:O....right.....
F:As usuall....we'll be posting this twice.
F+A: AND NOW HEREZ CHAP 3!
F:psss....next time....u're writing the A/N part
A:okay.....yeessh....such a gramma.
REMEMBER! WHEN IT'S LYKE , IT'S HARRY'S THOUGHTS.
Chapter Two
Strike One
"Oh....I really missed Hogwarts" Hermione smiled wistfully at the sceanery outside the window before
turning back to her heavy, leather bound book.
"Me too" Harry added, smiling endearingly at her.
"Would you two please shut up!" Ron yelled crabbily. "I'm trying to get my beauty sleep"
"Since when do you have any beauty?" Hermione joked.
But obviously, Ron didn't take it as one.
"OH....so now you can talk to me that way because you actually HAVE a pretty face. HA!
What a joke" Ron turned over on the four chairs that he had inhabited.
Harry could tell that Ron had hit a nerve as Hermione immediately dropped the book onto the floor
with a shattering shake.
"Ron. What's WRONG with you! Why are you being so damn mean? Just because your face sucks,
get OFF mine!" Hermione snapped.
"Ouch" Harry winced.
"No I won't get off your's!" Ron forgot all about sleep as he was now hoisting himself into a
sitting position, facing Hermione. "WHat's with you, Hermione? You used to care more ABOUT
what's inside you then what's ON you. Like make-up and hair and that kinda stuff! You didn't
used to care about those things! Now it's: My hair's all messed up, OH NOOO! and Oh! I chipped
a nail!"
Harry blinked, he distintively did not remember Hermione saying all those things.
"Face the facts, Ron! You make up stuff, okay? You MAKE UP stuff! Then you try to build a case
on it--and yell at me for something that you've made up!" Hermione cried.
"Fine! Let's just stop this, okay?" Harry, like he was once the voice of reason spoke up again.
"Look....Hermione was cute.....okay....she was really really cute. And now, even though her
hair's all straight and she's wearing a little bit of make-up....it doesn't change who she was.
I'm a guy too, Ron.... and I can understand that her look has changed so please just try to
understand that. And Hermione....as a guy, I can't say that Ron's cute or anything so please get
off his back. Now calm down and let's just--just--be friends again'
There was a moment of silence in which both Ron and Hermione's breaths were slowing and calming
down.
"Okay" Hermione said.
"Fine with me" Ron replied.
"Since when were you so mature?" Hermione teased.
"Since this summer" Harry replied, smiling good naturally.
The rest of the train ride was pretty normal, Hermione and Ron didn't mention their previous
fight even once and Harry was happy to keep it that way.
*
"You would think" Ron wheezed as the trio finally make their way towards the Gryffindor table.
"You would think what?" Hermione asked.
"That" Ron continued wheezyly. "If the carriages were broken down, they'd find a new way of
transportation! I can't BELIEVE that we had to cross the lake. LIKE FIRST YEARS! It's raining
so badly out there!"
"Last time it rained so bad....it was the fourth year" Harry agreed.
"I'm not really that cold" Hermione said valiantly.
"Hermione" Ron chuckled. "You fell in the lake"
"Well, I'm dry now" Hermione narrowed her large doe-eyes. "And that's all that matters"
The three reached the table and sat down heavily. Harry suddenly noticed that for once, all eyes
were on Hermione and not him.
"What, I got a make-over, okay? Get over it!" She joked loudly.
Very very loudly.
There were a few friendly yells of:
"Looks nice, Hermione" and "I like it"
"Guess they're used to it" Ron grumbled very softly.
"What?" Hermione asked swiftly.
"Nothing" Ron replied quickly.
"Granger! Is that the new look for Mudbloods?"
It was Malfoy. He had sneaked to the Gryffindor Table and were now looking at all of them,
Hermione in particular, with hatred and distain.
"No Malfoy" Hermione retorted, giving Malfoy an icy look-over. "Hey! Is that your mask for
Holloween, Malfoy? Ugh! It's horrible! It's frightening! It's so screwed up! How much DID you
pay for that thing? Oh.....wait.....that's your face"
The Gryffindors and Harry burst out laughing but Malfoy was definately not. On the contray, his
face was livid with rage and his cold, pale eyes were narrowed, giving him an impression of a
poisonous, silver snake.
"Better watch your back, Granger. Oh....wait....replace back with life....." Malfoy hissed.
The Gryffindors fell silent as they watch Malfoy walk towards the Slytherine talk.
"That stupid bloke!" Harry said loudly to cover up the bad situation that Malfoy had put him in.
"Probably doesn't mean it. All talk, no action! Anyway....it's okay....Hermione.....we'll protect
you"
"Yah!" Ron said as the Gryffindors burst into agreement.
The situation went back to normal. The first-years were sorted, Dumbledore make his little speech
and the new DADA teacher, Miss. Chang (Defence aganist the Dark Arts) was introducted.
Harry finally moved his gaze from the food and towards Hermione who was chatting and eating
animately with Ginny. Even if she was his victim, she did look pretty good but he should start
taking action soon.
Hermione was smart and good at magic, Harry had to give her that. But she was totally blinded when
it came to the minds of Dark Wizards and she would be easy to lure since he had captured her
trust and friendship for many years.
"Hermione" Harry tapped her on the shoulder after making sure that Ron was occupied.
"Yes, Harry" Hermione asked as she took a little bite of mash potatoes.
"Well....you know how I stink at Potions?" Harry widened his eyes a little so she could get the
full patheticness of his voice.
"Oh, Harry" Hermione smiled comfortingly. "You don't....ummm....'stink' as you put it. You
just need a little help"
"Yah" Harry nodded.
"Harry, how 'bout this?" Hermione dropped her napkin and turned slightly to face him. "Meet me
after school at around five o'clock in the empty Charms room and I'll help you for an hour or
so. How about it, Harry?"
I got her!
"Sure!" Harry agreed in a happy tone. "Thanks, Hermione"
"No problem, but only if you promise that you won't beat me in the potions exam" Hermione joked.
"Hermione, the day that I beat you in any subject is the day that you die. Which is probably
never since you're so strong" Harry said sweetly as he surveyed Hermione's laughing face.
*
The next day was a blur, just DADA, fortunely no Potions and Charms, the last class was
Tranfiguration which Harry was really starting to hate.
"Concentrate!" Professor McGonagall said sharply. "Potter! Concentrate"
Harry tried to fake a look of concentration onto his face as he 'tried' to transfigure his clock
into a rabbit. Voldemort had teached him the key to this Transfiguation nonsense and this was
plainly a waste of time.
Fortunely, the bell had rang and he ran out before McGonagall could say another word.
"Weasley, you're not doing it right" Ron screwed up his face and imitated McGonagall's severe
voice.
"Concentrate! Concentrate" Harry finished.
"Stop it, you two!" Hermione scolded.
Back in the Gryffindor tower, Hermione did homework while Harry and Ron talked about Qudditch;
Ron, through a mouthful of chocolate.
"See, Harry....the Chudley Cannons" Ron was saying but Harry wasn't listening.
He was more focused on the clock which was ticking the time until Hermione's final breath. It
was four fifty-five and Ron's voice was growing louder and louder.
"They're very interesting....blah....blah.....blah blah"
Four fifty-seven.
"The way they fly.....yadda yadda yadda.....whatever"
Four fifty-nine.
"The technique is to....cookoo....coookooo...coookoo"
FIVE O'CLOCK!
"Hermione!" Harry interupted. "It's time to go"
Hermione checked the clock.
"So it is....let's go" She pushed back her chair and stood up.
"Go where?" Ron asked.
"Well...I'm helping Harry with Potions" Hermione replied, smiling down at him.
"You and Harry are dating?" Ron gasped, spitting chocolate everywhere as Harry picked up his
bag.
"No, just today" Harry replied.
"Come on, Harry" Hermione picked up her knacksack.
The two walked over to the portrait hole, with Ron tailing behind them.
"See you in an hour, Ron!" Hemione called as she and Harry climbed out.
"You need AN HOUR?" Ron was yelling before the Fat Lady's portrait snapped shut, cutting his voice
off.
"Thanks for helping me, Hermione" Harry smiled charmingly as they made their way towards the
Charms room"
"No problem Harry, you're my best friend. " Hermione smiled back as she pushed open the door to
the empty Charms room. "Well....so's Ron" She added.
"So....where do you want to start?" Harry asked.
"Let's sit down and unpack first" Hermione replied. "Where should we sit?"
Harry chose a seat in the far corner and proceeded in unpacking his bag.
Earlier, Harry had stuck the Dagger under the exact table at lunch so it was now right under
his palm. He could feel the cool surface of the metal and the emprinted dragon that rain along
the glistening blade.
"Okay, Harry" Said Hermione briskly. "Let's start"
*
"Thanks, Hermione" Harry said as they made their way towards the Gryffindor House. It was after
an hour and he just about had enough of Hermione.
"No problem, do you understand the concepts of the Fininidilous Potion now? You seemed a bit
confused" Hermione asked.
"Oh" Harry smiled. "I understand now"
"Good" Hermione said.
"Hey!" Harry said energetically as if he had just thought of something. "I wanna show you
something, come on"
"Harry" Hermione replied, looking a bit worried. "We had better get back"
"No...come on" Harry grabbed Hermione around the wrist and ran back down the hall.
Down the stairs.....down another pair of stairs.....through the door.....
"Harry!" Hemione laughed. "That wasn't funny! The way you just grabbed me! What did you want to
show me? The dungeon?"
"No, silly" Harry smiled, feeling the dagger that he held behind his back.
"Then, what?" Hermione asked.
But Harry's body wouldn't obey.
I can't.....I'm a loser. I'm a friend....
I am NOT weak
Harry automatically advanced towards Hermione, the dagger positioned perfectly in his hand, aimed
to kill.
"Hey, Harry, are you all right? You seem....umm....frightened" Hermione stepped closer, looking
up at his face in concern.
"I'm fine" Harry smiled reassuringly at her
"Are you sure?" Hermione reached up and pressed her hand gently aganist his cheek. "You feel so
hot......maybe you have a fever"
Harry closed his eyes, a few sad tears mixed with frustration slid down his smooth cheek.
"Oh...." Hemione sounded startled, worried, anxious. "What's wrong, Harry? What did you want
to show me? Are you all right?"
"N-nothing" Harry wiped his tears away before Hermione did.
"Are you sure?" Hermione asked sweetly.
"Very" Harry nodded. "I was just thinking about my parents....that's all....this dungeon is so
empty.....just like the love that I've never recieved"
"Oh, Harry...." Hermione slowly, as if cautiously wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Hemione" Harry found himself saying. "Please.....go back.....I'll be all right"
"Okay" Hermione pulled away from him and smiled. "But come back in five minutes, okay?"
"Sure!" Harry said brightly.
Hermione patted him gently on the shoulder and walked away.
"And ummm....Harry?"
Harry looked up, Hermione wasn't gone yet.
"Yah?"
"You'll always have my love and friendship....don't forget that" Hermione smiled.
"Thanks" Harry nodded and smiled.
Harry did not move, he didn't really want to go back......not now since he didn't accomplish
his deed.
But the girl's future wasn't looking bright. Maybe he should just hand her to Voldemort and let
him deal with her.
A/N:
A: Thank you 2 all the ppl who reviewed our story nicely.
N: And to the Kat097 bitch who said that it had a bad ending. Go screw yourself.
A: Yah. It's our story so fuck off!
But to the rest of you who reviewed nicely! THANK YOU!