When The Wrong One Loves You Right
Author - Clara Lou
Disclaimer - You think I own it Ha Ha! Oh wait your serious? Nothing of Harry Potter belongs to me it all belongs to the wonderful J.K.Rowling. The title of the story is a Celine Dion Song so it belongs to her and her record companies. The only thing that belongs to me is Jennifer Connelly and anything about her.
Summary - Hermione does some thinking, but not with her head
Couples - G/Hr, F/Hr, F/OC, G/OC, H/G, R/??
Spoilers - Upto the Goblet Of Fire
Authors notes - Right this is where things get a little different from what was here before hand, so enjoy
Also remember to review and tell me what you think.
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Burying her head further into her pillow, Hermione tried to ignore the sounds of movement around her. She frowned as her pillow moved; slowly opening an eye, she froze. Frowning, she remembered what had happened the night before.
Slowly sitting up, she moved his arm from around her waist, and gently placed it down on his stomach. She moved over to the table, surprised to see it laded with food for breakfast. Jennifer must have got the house elves to do it, she thought.
Picking up a muffin, she bit into it, and chewed, thinking about what had happened the night before. She had kissed George without any thought to anything or anyone. She had been telling Jennifer all summer long she was in love with Fred.
Fred, who was sweet in his own way, made her feel comfortable. He made her feel safe. He made her feel just like she did when she was around. Ron and Harry. Her eyes flew open to the size of saucers, as that thought sprang to mind.
She thought back over to the times when Fred had touched her, hugged her and tickled her over the summer. She never felt any attraction to him, she had always thought that it would come after. Looking back, she realised that when he touched her it felt the same, as when Ron and Harry touched her.
Placing the half-eaten muffin down, she stood up and grabbed her bag. Looking around for her robe, she spotted it wrapped around George. She bit her lip trying to think of a way to get it back. Looking at him, she felt her face soften at how cute he looked wrapped up in her robes and fast asleep.
Finally deciding to get the robe later, she walked up to the door and quietly turned the door handle, praying to god the door was open. Sighing in relief as it opened, she sneaked out of the door and closed it behind her.
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Stepping out of the bathroom, Hermione rubbed the towel over her hair to soak up the excess water. Sitting down at her dressing table, she brushed her hair and stared thoughtfully into the mirror. There had to be some way to be sure about what she was feeling. Some way to make sure she wasn't in love with Fred.
Picking up her wand, she muttered a drying charm, and smiled slightly as her hair fell in dry soft waves around her shoulders. Grabbing her boots, she pulled them on, and then made sure her denims were over them. Standing up, she walked over to the door, stopping at the mirror to make sure she looked ok. Grabbing her long cardigan as she went by the bed she left the room.
Running down the stairs, she pulled the cardigan on, and walked straight out the portrait hole ignoring calls from Harry and Ron. She walked through the corridors with her head down, ignoring people as she quickly walked towards the main doors and out of the castle.
She walked towards the lake, finding a quiet dry spot to sit down on. Sitting down she pulled her knees to her chest and rested her chin on her knees. This was one of the times that she wished that magic really could do everything, cause she would do anything to know a spell that would tell her what her heart desired.
Shivering she wrapped her arms around her legs and stared across the lake watching the giant squid splashing about. She envied the squid's simple life, sleep, eat, spalsh about, scare the first years. Everything was so simple for it, no need to deal with dark wizards, death, boys or maybe it should be girls for the squid. Actually was the giant squid even a boy, it could be a girl or a sexual even.
Shaking her head to rid herself of these thoughts, she looked way from the lake, the squid was too distracting. Deciding on the Whomping Willow, she got back to the problem at hand. Ok I need to ignore my brain for a while and think with my heart, she thought to herself. I wonder what Harry and Ron would say if they found out I wasn't thinking with my brain. She grinned at this thought, Ron would probably say how he was right and that I can't anlayse or think my way out of everything, while Harry would just smile that smile of his that seems to say, well I already knew that.
Hermione aughed at this thought, maybe that is what I need, time to spend with Harry and Ron, just fogetting about everything and have fun. Standing up she brushed herself down, muttering to herself to take her robes the next time she came outside, it was defintly getting colder. She started off towards the castle, determined to find Harry and Ron. Maybe if she just forget about her problems the answer would come to her faster, she thought as she entered the castle and headed for the Gryffindor Common Room.
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George moved his head; he smiled and opened his eyes, wanting to see Hermione lying beside him. Slowly his smile faded as he realised she had left. Sitting up, he dropped the robe to his lap, and tried to push away the feeling of rejection he felt. Standing up, he picked up the robe, and stared at it for a couple of minutes; he shook his head and folded up the robe, laying it down on the seat. Raking a hand threw his hair, he sighed and sat down in the seat beside the table.
He had thought he had finally had what he wanted; he was happy and content. Oh, he knew that Hermione was confused, but he had no hoped, though, he could change her mind, make her fall in love with him.
Looking about the empty room, it seemed as if she had made her decision that she didn't want to be with him. Shaking his head to dispel these thoughts, he tried to think logically about what had happened.
Just hours ago, she had thought she was in love with Fred, but then she kisses you, so she has to be confused. Give her some time to sort things out and then go after her, his head told him, while his heart screamed at him to run after her now. He decided to go with his head this time, let her figure things out and the approach her. If that didn't work well then he would just have to be more sneaky.
Taking one last look around the room, he was about to leave when his eyes stopped on the robes he had folded and left on the seat. He smiled as an idea came to him, he crossed the room and picked up the robes, closing his eyes as he caught her scent that clung to her robes. Holding them to his chest he left the room, at least now he had a reason to see her and that was a place for him to start.
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Author - Clara Lou
Disclaimer - You think I own it Ha Ha! Oh wait your serious? Nothing of Harry Potter belongs to me it all belongs to the wonderful J.K.Rowling. The title of the story is a Celine Dion Song so it belongs to her and her record companies. The only thing that belongs to me is Jennifer Connelly and anything about her.
Summary - Hermione does some thinking, but not with her head
Couples - G/Hr, F/Hr, F/OC, G/OC, H/G, R/??
Spoilers - Upto the Goblet Of Fire
Authors notes - Right this is where things get a little different from what was here before hand, so enjoy
Also remember to review and tell me what you think.
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Burying her head further into her pillow, Hermione tried to ignore the sounds of movement around her. She frowned as her pillow moved; slowly opening an eye, she froze. Frowning, she remembered what had happened the night before.
Slowly sitting up, she moved his arm from around her waist, and gently placed it down on his stomach. She moved over to the table, surprised to see it laded with food for breakfast. Jennifer must have got the house elves to do it, she thought.
Picking up a muffin, she bit into it, and chewed, thinking about what had happened the night before. She had kissed George without any thought to anything or anyone. She had been telling Jennifer all summer long she was in love with Fred.
Fred, who was sweet in his own way, made her feel comfortable. He made her feel safe. He made her feel just like she did when she was around. Ron and Harry. Her eyes flew open to the size of saucers, as that thought sprang to mind.
She thought back over to the times when Fred had touched her, hugged her and tickled her over the summer. She never felt any attraction to him, she had always thought that it would come after. Looking back, she realised that when he touched her it felt the same, as when Ron and Harry touched her.
Placing the half-eaten muffin down, she stood up and grabbed her bag. Looking around for her robe, she spotted it wrapped around George. She bit her lip trying to think of a way to get it back. Looking at him, she felt her face soften at how cute he looked wrapped up in her robes and fast asleep.
Finally deciding to get the robe later, she walked up to the door and quietly turned the door handle, praying to god the door was open. Sighing in relief as it opened, she sneaked out of the door and closed it behind her.
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Stepping out of the bathroom, Hermione rubbed the towel over her hair to soak up the excess water. Sitting down at her dressing table, she brushed her hair and stared thoughtfully into the mirror. There had to be some way to be sure about what she was feeling. Some way to make sure she wasn't in love with Fred.
Picking up her wand, she muttered a drying charm, and smiled slightly as her hair fell in dry soft waves around her shoulders. Grabbing her boots, she pulled them on, and then made sure her denims were over them. Standing up, she walked over to the door, stopping at the mirror to make sure she looked ok. Grabbing her long cardigan as she went by the bed she left the room.
Running down the stairs, she pulled the cardigan on, and walked straight out the portrait hole ignoring calls from Harry and Ron. She walked through the corridors with her head down, ignoring people as she quickly walked towards the main doors and out of the castle.
She walked towards the lake, finding a quiet dry spot to sit down on. Sitting down she pulled her knees to her chest and rested her chin on her knees. This was one of the times that she wished that magic really could do everything, cause she would do anything to know a spell that would tell her what her heart desired.
Shivering she wrapped her arms around her legs and stared across the lake watching the giant squid splashing about. She envied the squid's simple life, sleep, eat, spalsh about, scare the first years. Everything was so simple for it, no need to deal with dark wizards, death, boys or maybe it should be girls for the squid. Actually was the giant squid even a boy, it could be a girl or a sexual even.
Shaking her head to rid herself of these thoughts, she looked way from the lake, the squid was too distracting. Deciding on the Whomping Willow, she got back to the problem at hand. Ok I need to ignore my brain for a while and think with my heart, she thought to herself. I wonder what Harry and Ron would say if they found out I wasn't thinking with my brain. She grinned at this thought, Ron would probably say how he was right and that I can't anlayse or think my way out of everything, while Harry would just smile that smile of his that seems to say, well I already knew that.
Hermione aughed at this thought, maybe that is what I need, time to spend with Harry and Ron, just fogetting about everything and have fun. Standing up she brushed herself down, muttering to herself to take her robes the next time she came outside, it was defintly getting colder. She started off towards the castle, determined to find Harry and Ron. Maybe if she just forget about her problems the answer would come to her faster, she thought as she entered the castle and headed for the Gryffindor Common Room.
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George moved his head; he smiled and opened his eyes, wanting to see Hermione lying beside him. Slowly his smile faded as he realised she had left. Sitting up, he dropped the robe to his lap, and tried to push away the feeling of rejection he felt. Standing up, he picked up the robe, and stared at it for a couple of minutes; he shook his head and folded up the robe, laying it down on the seat. Raking a hand threw his hair, he sighed and sat down in the seat beside the table.
He had thought he had finally had what he wanted; he was happy and content. Oh, he knew that Hermione was confused, but he had no hoped, though, he could change her mind, make her fall in love with him.
Looking about the empty room, it seemed as if she had made her decision that she didn't want to be with him. Shaking his head to dispel these thoughts, he tried to think logically about what had happened.
Just hours ago, she had thought she was in love with Fred, but then she kisses you, so she has to be confused. Give her some time to sort things out and then go after her, his head told him, while his heart screamed at him to run after her now. He decided to go with his head this time, let her figure things out and the approach her. If that didn't work well then he would just have to be more sneaky.
Taking one last look around the room, he was about to leave when his eyes stopped on the robes he had folded and left on the seat. He smiled as an idea came to him, he crossed the room and picked up the robes, closing his eyes as he caught her scent that clung to her robes. Holding them to his chest he left the room, at least now he had a reason to see her and that was a place for him to start.
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