British Crumpets
// Sorry, I haven't written for a while. Lots and lots of school work! What are you going to do? Well here's the new chappy, hope you like it and please review! All right...and I also wanted to thank you ALL for all your reviews...I great appreciate it! //
"So, where exactly are you taking me Ron?" Lavender asked exasperated as Ron led her through the grounds of the academy.
"Can you keep a secret?" Ron asked her mischievously.
"Of course I can." Lavender smiled.
"Good so can I."
"Ron Weasley you are so..." Lavender warned. Ron turned and looked at her. "I am so what Mss. Brown?" Lavender rolled her eyes and let Ron lead her to this cabin in the middle of the woods.
"Where are we?" Lavender asked examining the cabin.
"I was walking through the woods when I saw this little abandoned cabin. I'm thinking to renew it and make something great out of it." Ron said beaming.
Lavender smiled at the boy and looked back at the cabin. "You're the only person who knows about this Lav. And I would like you to keep it a secret."
Lavender was in awe that Ron told her something that Harry and Hermione didn't know. She shrugged thinking it was normal because they've been hanging out a lot together lately and have gone from constant informal banter to friends who formally banter.
"It looks shabby to me." Lavender said after the long silence.
"Well if that's what you think of it Mss. Brown than I guess you won't be able to come visit it when it's done!"
Ron ran into the cabin and locked the door by putting a chair on the knob. He left Lavender knocking at the door and frantically laughing.
"Weasley! Let me in!"
Hermione walked into Ron and Harry's dorm wanting to give Ron back his book, she was absentmindedly hoping not to meet Harry in there. Even though the two had accepted to be friends, it was still extremely awkward between the two.
"Oh Harry. It's you. Umm...I guess I'll come by later." Hermione said before quickly dismissing herself.
"Hermione...wait!" Harry said lifting up his hand in determination.
Hermione looked at those emerald pools and noticed that they weren't as livid and bright as before. 'Something is bothering him.' She thought as she walked back into the room.
"What is it Harry?" Hermione asked sitting down beside him.
Harry looked out the window and then set his eyes on her. "I can't stand this any more Herms!" Hermione looked at him silently begging with her eyes for him to continue.
"I hate the situation between us. Every time were in class together you avoid me by talking to Ron or Lavender and when we are with them you try to avoid me too, every time I look at you, you look away, every time I try to speak with you, you dismiss it saying your to busy. Hermione, I know that it's tough for it not to be awkward between us but you're putting no effort in it not to be!" Harry looked anxiously desperately searching for an answer in her eyes.
Hermione looked down at her feet. "Look at me Hermione." Harry said as he stood up with her.
"I...I can't." Hermione said softly sobbing.
"Yes you can." Harry answered sweetly.
Hermione slowly looked up and tried to regain her posture. She had tears in her eyes that made them seem even brighter than before. "It's really hard Harry."
Harry nodded. "I know after what happened between us..." Harry was going to admit to her his feelings about how he loved her and wanted her but quickly shut up before he said something he thought would ruin his relationship with Hermione.
"What Harry?" Hermione asked secretly hoping he would tell her what she so urgently wanted to know.
Harry shook his head and smiled at her. "Nothing Hermione, nothing at all."
Hermione looked at him skeptically. "Harry, that's a fake smile plastered on your face. Sometimes I think that I know you more than you know yourself. And that, trust me, terrifies me. I know you more than sometimes I think I know myself. Harry, I know you are hiding something from me and I am sick and tired of all of this waiting around, beating around the bush, crap! If you told me what was really going on behind that scar of yours maybe we wouldn't be having this awkward situation!" Hermione yelled at him like she had never yelled at anyone before. She was truly afraid of the outcome of this outburst but she needed to get it off her chest.
"And you! How dare you say something like that Hermione! For someone so smart you're pretty hypocritical! I also think that I know you more than you know yourself. And I also know that there's something you're not telling me! I thought we were best friends, I thought that you could tell me everything." Harry exclaimed back at her this time looking her straight in the eyes, hoping to see the truth.
"Then answer something for me Harry. If we are such best friends, then why the hell is this so hard? Huh? Maybe it's the fact that we are best friends that's making this truth thing so bloody difficult!" Hermione looked at Harry one last time before she stormed out of the room.
All Harry could do was watch the door and think about that last sentence she spoke. It's the fact that we are best friends that's making this truth thing so bloody difficult! 'What did she mean by that?'
Hermione and Lavender had been assigned a writing assignment for their advance literature course. Halloween had just passed and knowing that Christmas was right around the corner, Prof. Mitchell decided that the new subject should be love.
"Now, I want you all to write an essay about love. It has to be about someone or something you love and you have to express your feelings in this. It's a complicated subject love; I know that but you have to do your best to put those feelings down in words. We will read our presentations out on Thursday. Good Luck!" Prof. Mitchell dismissed the class with a smile and went back to her desk.
"Good grief." That was all Lavender could say before leaving the room with Hermione by her side.
Thursday Hermione and Lavender arrived in class anxiously. They were nervous to read their presentations out loud to the whole class. Prof. Mitchell was a young witch in her late 30's early 40's with silky red hair and piercing blue eyes. One of the reasons that a lot of boys took the literature course was to be with Prof. Mitchell in her class.
After John Siller read about his love for his Firebolt and Jennifer Hughes read about her love for her grandmother, Lavender and Hermione glanced at each other with nervous expressions.
"Hermione Granger." Prof. Mitchell said smiling.
Hermione looked at Lavender before going up to the front of the class where the podium was located. She glanced nervously at the whole class before looking down at her paper. Hermione cleared her throat and closed her eyes before reading her paper.
"He was my first. I trembled as he touched me but this is what I wanted, this is what I needed. I needed him. In an odd but comforting way, I always knew he would be my first. It's true that I wanted him to be…but it's so much more than that…it's fate, destiny, whatever you want to call it. It's always been him. These feelings I thought were just a passing phase of uncontrollable hormones stayed. They're permanent and I've accepted it and still can't believe these emotions I feel every time he speaks or looks at me. When I see him my knees go weak and every time he looks at me…oh god every time he looks at me. I just lose myself in those gorgeous orbs and I feel so complete when they look back at me. Every time he speaks to me I'm glowing inside and always have this idiot grin plastered on my face. Being in love with him is the best thing that has ever happened to me…and also the worst. "I'm sorry…this shouldn't have happened…" As he said those words to me I felt my life and heart shatter into a million pieces. It's like one of those vases that fall and brake into so many pieces that it's just impossible to fix and is just best to give up. But I can't give up and won't give up. I need him more than anything…and he's the best I've ever had. I know he was my first but no matter how many men I have in my life I know that he'll be the best I ever had. Oh but how he is oblivious to all these feelings I have been exposing little by little is just above my understanding. It's as if I'm screaming to him through a soundproof wall and he's unable to hear me. I need you, I love you and don't you understand…you're the one."
Hermione looked up at the class and saw their faces. Prof. Mitchell and many other students, counting Lavender had tears in their eyes. Hermione was trying to hold back her owns and luckily Prof. Mitchell called up Lavender before she could expose the tears to the class.
Lavender smiled reassuringly at Hermione and went up to the podium. She smiled at Hermione one more time and cleared her throat before looking once more at the whole class.
"What would be the perfect definition of love? The dictionary can give you all these technical definitions of emotions and feelings. But as I grow older, I've learned that love is just 'it'. There is no other way to really describe it because it's expressed in so many ways that there can't be one exact definition for it. The word love has never really been a beautiful word to me. It's not as it's epiphany or charisma, it's a plain word in yet it is so complicated. Love is that indescribable thing that makes you 'feel', it makes you feel 'alive.' I thought I knew what love was. I thought love was this safe thing that made you feel comfortable and quaint. Well oh was I wrong. Just recently I've been feeling something that I've never felt before. I've been feeling 'alive.' I never knew that one person could make you feel so great, so grand, and so alive. It's amazing and frightening at the same time really. When I'm with him I just want to be a better person, I want to prove myself, I want to show him what I can be, and most importantly I can do all those things by still being myself. He teaches me every day in every little inexplicable thing he does. But it confuses me also. Should I be with the person who makes me feel safe or should I be with the man that makes me feel alive? I don't know what the answer is yet and if it's even love. But whatever it is I know it's real and I know that it's keeping me up at night pondering...if the fact that it's actually love, is that why I am so afraid?"
Prof. Mitchell smiled at both Lavender and Hermione. Lavender sat back down next to Hermione, who gave her a reassuring smile.
"I never knew you felt that way about Ron." Hermione whispered to Lavender who just looked down at her paper and smiled.
"I didn't know you felt that way about Harry." Lavender responded.
Lavender and Ron were in her room playing 'Spit' on her bed. (A/N: Best card game!)
"Oh my god you so cheated!" Lavender laughed at Ron.
"Wow I definitely don't see that! My hand was on the pack first! You're just a sore looser!" Ron grinned.
"Whateva' Weasley." Lavender said. Ron looked at her and smiled before hitting her off the head with the pillow.
"Ah!" Lavender yelled before getting the bottle of water that was right beside her.
"I would think very carefully about the next thing you're about to do." Ron said getting closer to her, trying to reach for the bottle. Once he was just mere inches away from her he saw Lavender's eyes light up.
Lavender took a sip of the water. "Mmmm..." She laughed before closing that lid.
Ron grinned and chuckled and looked at her eyes and reached over to close the inches between them.
As they were about to kiss someone walked into the room.
"Ron?"
"Luna?"
Harry heard a faint knock on his door and lifted his head up before calling for the person to come in.
"Hey Harry." Lav said a little shaken up.
"Hey Lav, what's wrong?" Harry asked concerned for his friend.
"Oh nothing." Lavender lied at him and smiled.
Harry was skeptic about it but decided to not press the matter right now. When Lavender wanted to talk about it she could talk to him about it. Harry took notice of a paper that was in Lavender's hands.
"What's that?" Harry asked. Lavender handed him the paper.
"I think you'd want to see this. But before you read it, promise me you'll go talk to her. Because I know you feel the same." With that final comment Lavender smiled and left the room.
Harry Looked down at the paper and noticed that it was a paper for Hermione's literature class.
Hermione was outside sitting down on the grass and laying her back down on the tree, watching the moon's reflection on the lake.
"Hermione we need to talk." Harry said as he stood in front of her.
"What about Harry?" Hermione asked anxiously.
Harry lifted up his hand revealing a paper.
End of Chapter five!
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