My tirade:
Believe it or not, I still don't own these characters. I know, I know. I
thought it was gonna change overnight too. Any how, Thank you sooo much for
the reviews! Its so nice to hear some feedback. If you want, leave
constructive criticism; I'd love to hear it! Well, onward, to the third
chapter! (the longest that I have written so far)
Chapter three:
Harry finished unpacking his things slowly, taking this moment to examine every corner of the room. He eventually emerged after inspecting it thoroughly. He passed by Hermione's room once again, only to find himself entering. Something on the floor caught his eye. A locket gleamed in the sunlight. Enclosed in it was a picture of himself and Ron.
On the floor, some distance away, was a splotched picture of Viktor Krum beside a letter. Harry looked around cautiously before indulging himself in a peek.
Dear Hermione,
I fear this will be the last of our correspondence. My involvement in quidditch has made my grades suffer horribly. Seeking help for my grades, I started after school tutoring with a girl named Celestina. After months of interactment with her, I can no longer deny my feelings.
I know it may hurt, but our relationship must end. I feel it is necessary to remember all of the pleasant times we shared, however it is of equal importance to move on.
Let me know if I am needed in the future. Have a wonderful life.
Sincerely,
Viktor
Harry shook his head in silent disbelief. "How could Krum do something like that? Hermione is one of the best people I've ever known," he thought, "She's probably much better off without him... It doesn't even sound like he wrote it. He probably got his new broad to do it for him..."
"Harry?" Hermione's voice drifted up the stairs. Harry quickly replaced the letter and picture and sped out of the room.
"Yes?" He called back.
"Supper's ready."
Harry walked into the kitchen, savoring the aroma of delicately prepared foods. He gaped at the quantity of food before him.
"Mione! You shouldn't have gone to all this trouble!"
"Oh, well. You know, I was expecting cousins, so I had a few extra groceries." She beamed at him.
They sat down to eat. For a while there was silence. The lack of conversation was not uncomfortable, simply peaceful. After slowing down his rapid eating, Harry decided to speak.
"So, have you heard from Ron?"
"Oh, yes." She nodded, "He wrote to me just last night. He said he's having a fabulous time, and he wished me luck with the cousins." She shook her head at amusement, "He said distant relatives can sometimes be a bit annoying."
Harry paused to look at Hermione. She had certainly grown. Although the years of rigorous studies and battles against evil were visible in her eyes, she still embodied a youthful beauty that Harry had been unaware of until recently.
She looked up to spy him starring at her. "Everything taste all right?"
"Oh, yes. Its all very nice. I had no idea you knew how to cook." He said, trying to shake off the embarrassment.
"Its just like potions, only I don't have to hear Snape."
"Speaking of Snape, have you finished the homework he assigned?" He asked hopefully.
"Oh, honestly! Its so easy, I positively will not let you copy-" The phone rang, distracting her from her prospective opportunity for a lecture.
After a few moments, Hermione returned the table "That was my parents, the called to say they won't be back until mid-day on the 23rd,"
"Thats your birthday," Harry stated.
"Why, yes," She smiled, "I'm so glad you remembered."
"Why wouldn't I?"
"I don't know... Last year my parents forgot my birthday. Sometimes it seems like they forget I exist." She paused for a moment, obviously thinking. "Oh, but look at me. I'm sorry, Harry. I'm being terribly insensitive..."
Harry was at a loss for words. It was an unpleasant situation, all he could do was stare. He forced out an "No, Mione. Its really all right." He wasn't angry, or upset. He was simply void of anything to say.
Hermione noticed that he had finished eating. She started to clear the table, looking at Harry every so often. Harry noticed her curious looks.
"Anything on your mind, Mione?" He prompted.
"Oh, I was just wondering if anything had materialized between you and Cho?"
"Um," This had been something he had not expected, "No. We never really got over that misunderstanding in the fourth year. Unfortunately I don't think there is anything there."
"I'm so sorry, Harry. I know how much you cared for her."
"Anything happen between you and Krum?" Harry could have slapped himself, if he didn't think it'd give away the fact that he had been reading her personal letters.
Her normally brilliant brown eyes grew cloudy. "Yes, but Viktor and I are no longer seeing each other... I never did have much faith in long distance relationships," she almost whispered.
Harry was fighting off the impulse to hug her when he finally gave in. He crossed the room and took her into his arms. She rested her head against his torso, brushing away the single tear that drifted down her cheek. Instantly she felt comforted.
She stood up straight, breaking the embrace. She smiled at him. "Thank you."
"No problem. What do you say we get ready for bed? I'm exhausted."
*** Ta-da! Thats it! Tell me what you think, if you feel the urge. I'll be around.
-Lee
Chapter three:
Harry finished unpacking his things slowly, taking this moment to examine every corner of the room. He eventually emerged after inspecting it thoroughly. He passed by Hermione's room once again, only to find himself entering. Something on the floor caught his eye. A locket gleamed in the sunlight. Enclosed in it was a picture of himself and Ron.
On the floor, some distance away, was a splotched picture of Viktor Krum beside a letter. Harry looked around cautiously before indulging himself in a peek.
Dear Hermione,
I fear this will be the last of our correspondence. My involvement in quidditch has made my grades suffer horribly. Seeking help for my grades, I started after school tutoring with a girl named Celestina. After months of interactment with her, I can no longer deny my feelings.
I know it may hurt, but our relationship must end. I feel it is necessary to remember all of the pleasant times we shared, however it is of equal importance to move on.
Let me know if I am needed in the future. Have a wonderful life.
Sincerely,
Viktor
Harry shook his head in silent disbelief. "How could Krum do something like that? Hermione is one of the best people I've ever known," he thought, "She's probably much better off without him... It doesn't even sound like he wrote it. He probably got his new broad to do it for him..."
"Harry?" Hermione's voice drifted up the stairs. Harry quickly replaced the letter and picture and sped out of the room.
"Yes?" He called back.
"Supper's ready."
Harry walked into the kitchen, savoring the aroma of delicately prepared foods. He gaped at the quantity of food before him.
"Mione! You shouldn't have gone to all this trouble!"
"Oh, well. You know, I was expecting cousins, so I had a few extra groceries." She beamed at him.
They sat down to eat. For a while there was silence. The lack of conversation was not uncomfortable, simply peaceful. After slowing down his rapid eating, Harry decided to speak.
"So, have you heard from Ron?"
"Oh, yes." She nodded, "He wrote to me just last night. He said he's having a fabulous time, and he wished me luck with the cousins." She shook her head at amusement, "He said distant relatives can sometimes be a bit annoying."
Harry paused to look at Hermione. She had certainly grown. Although the years of rigorous studies and battles against evil were visible in her eyes, she still embodied a youthful beauty that Harry had been unaware of until recently.
She looked up to spy him starring at her. "Everything taste all right?"
"Oh, yes. Its all very nice. I had no idea you knew how to cook." He said, trying to shake off the embarrassment.
"Its just like potions, only I don't have to hear Snape."
"Speaking of Snape, have you finished the homework he assigned?" He asked hopefully.
"Oh, honestly! Its so easy, I positively will not let you copy-" The phone rang, distracting her from her prospective opportunity for a lecture.
After a few moments, Hermione returned the table "That was my parents, the called to say they won't be back until mid-day on the 23rd,"
"Thats your birthday," Harry stated.
"Why, yes," She smiled, "I'm so glad you remembered."
"Why wouldn't I?"
"I don't know... Last year my parents forgot my birthday. Sometimes it seems like they forget I exist." She paused for a moment, obviously thinking. "Oh, but look at me. I'm sorry, Harry. I'm being terribly insensitive..."
Harry was at a loss for words. It was an unpleasant situation, all he could do was stare. He forced out an "No, Mione. Its really all right." He wasn't angry, or upset. He was simply void of anything to say.
Hermione noticed that he had finished eating. She started to clear the table, looking at Harry every so often. Harry noticed her curious looks.
"Anything on your mind, Mione?" He prompted.
"Oh, I was just wondering if anything had materialized between you and Cho?"
"Um," This had been something he had not expected, "No. We never really got over that misunderstanding in the fourth year. Unfortunately I don't think there is anything there."
"I'm so sorry, Harry. I know how much you cared for her."
"Anything happen between you and Krum?" Harry could have slapped himself, if he didn't think it'd give away the fact that he had been reading her personal letters.
Her normally brilliant brown eyes grew cloudy. "Yes, but Viktor and I are no longer seeing each other... I never did have much faith in long distance relationships," she almost whispered.
Harry was fighting off the impulse to hug her when he finally gave in. He crossed the room and took her into his arms. She rested her head against his torso, brushing away the single tear that drifted down her cheek. Instantly she felt comforted.
She stood up straight, breaking the embrace. She smiled at him. "Thank you."
"No problem. What do you say we get ready for bed? I'm exhausted."
*** Ta-da! Thats it! Tell me what you think, if you feel the urge. I'll be around.
-Lee