Chapter 3
"Nice office," The familiar voice rang in Hermione's ears like a long lost childhood. Slowly Hermione's eyes lifted up from her lesson plans and stared the owner of the voice in the face. It was Neville Longbottom. His face had became more rugged since he had left school, his body a lot fitter and Hermione had never noticed before quite how beautiful his eyes were.
"And what are you going here Mr Longbottom ?" Hermione asked, more than a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Suddenly Neville blushed but invited himself in never the less.
"I work here," Neville admitted picking up Hermione's Sneakoscope and studying it. Hermione was surprised but glad to find out that one of her old friends would be there for her to hang out with.
"You're a teacher !" Hermione said in disbelief, "Let me guess, Herbology."
"No, I'm not a teacher," Neville corrected placing the device back on the mahogany table, "I'm the caretaker. Mr Filch was fired for striking a first year and sending him down two flights of stairs. Hermione was for a moment applauded and then she merely excepted the news. Filch had always been a nasty persons. There was silence for a moment, as if Neville had something to ask but was too afraid, Hermione broke the silence.
"And why may I ask are you in my office ?" Her head titled slightly to the left giving Neville a incredible view of her long and tender neck. The truth was that Neville had always fancied Hermione but could never tell her when they were young because of her constant adventuring. The moment Neville had heard that Hermione had arrived in the castle he had rushed to see her and now he had nothing left to say.
"I want to know how Harry was," Neville retreated. The sentence came out in complete babble but Hermione understood him perfectly well.
"He's fine." Hermione said making her answer short and sweet. She was having fun teasing Neville, and after all he was very good looking. Neville paused again, this time he really had run out of things to say.
"Well, I'll see you later then." He said turning toward the door.
"Yeah," Hermione muttered, "Save me a seat next to you in the hall at breakfast." Neville gulped, Hermione smiled and then Neville was gone.
~*~*~*~*~
Ron looked bad. He looked tired, he looked cold, he looked Ill. Jerald walked slowly towards him from the roof door and placed a blanket over his shoulders. It was time for mission rescue Ron. Slowly he sat down beside him. For a moment no one spoke, Ron's eyes focused on the London view and Jerald looked at Ron's cut hand.
"She's got a job at Hogwarts," Ron moaned slowly, never taking his eyes of the view, "She's not coming back until the summer." Jerald was stumped, usually he could talk Ron out of anything but this time the red headed guy really looked set on being miserable. Jerald turned to the view that Ron had been looking at all night, the same old London.
"Was it cold last night ?" Jerald asked, completely changing the subject. Ron laughed, a short, almost fake laugh at the back of his throat.
"Yeah, It was a bit." He replied and Jerald smiled. He was of to a good start. A few more seconds past and slowly Jerald was reminded of the time he had sat with Hermione on this same spot. She had kissed Harry and was unhappy because she loved Ron. That had been just after Christmas, and now here Ron was doing the same thing, sulking. They deserved to be together.
"Listen," Jerald began, sounding just like a wise old man in some crappy story, "Sometimes things don't go as planned. Sometimes fate has to decide what happens between two people." Ron didn't look to impressed.
"Remember Christmas ?" Jerald asked, Ron nodded, "Hermione was sat right where you are right now crying."
"Why ?" Ron asked. No one had told him about the kiss and no one ever would. It was a mistake, a mistake forgotten in the past.
"Because she loves you Ron," Jerald finished up, rising to his feet. Ron felt a burst of energy flow through him, he was tired but he felt cheered up never the less. "Now, Ginny's made breakfast, are you coming ?"
( A/N : Sorry about the wait. I'll write the next chapter really soon to make up for it. MJM)
"Nice office," The familiar voice rang in Hermione's ears like a long lost childhood. Slowly Hermione's eyes lifted up from her lesson plans and stared the owner of the voice in the face. It was Neville Longbottom. His face had became more rugged since he had left school, his body a lot fitter and Hermione had never noticed before quite how beautiful his eyes were.
"And what are you going here Mr Longbottom ?" Hermione asked, more than a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Suddenly Neville blushed but invited himself in never the less.
"I work here," Neville admitted picking up Hermione's Sneakoscope and studying it. Hermione was surprised but glad to find out that one of her old friends would be there for her to hang out with.
"You're a teacher !" Hermione said in disbelief, "Let me guess, Herbology."
"No, I'm not a teacher," Neville corrected placing the device back on the mahogany table, "I'm the caretaker. Mr Filch was fired for striking a first year and sending him down two flights of stairs. Hermione was for a moment applauded and then she merely excepted the news. Filch had always been a nasty persons. There was silence for a moment, as if Neville had something to ask but was too afraid, Hermione broke the silence.
"And why may I ask are you in my office ?" Her head titled slightly to the left giving Neville a incredible view of her long and tender neck. The truth was that Neville had always fancied Hermione but could never tell her when they were young because of her constant adventuring. The moment Neville had heard that Hermione had arrived in the castle he had rushed to see her and now he had nothing left to say.
"I want to know how Harry was," Neville retreated. The sentence came out in complete babble but Hermione understood him perfectly well.
"He's fine." Hermione said making her answer short and sweet. She was having fun teasing Neville, and after all he was very good looking. Neville paused again, this time he really had run out of things to say.
"Well, I'll see you later then." He said turning toward the door.
"Yeah," Hermione muttered, "Save me a seat next to you in the hall at breakfast." Neville gulped, Hermione smiled and then Neville was gone.
~*~*~*~*~
Ron looked bad. He looked tired, he looked cold, he looked Ill. Jerald walked slowly towards him from the roof door and placed a blanket over his shoulders. It was time for mission rescue Ron. Slowly he sat down beside him. For a moment no one spoke, Ron's eyes focused on the London view and Jerald looked at Ron's cut hand.
"She's got a job at Hogwarts," Ron moaned slowly, never taking his eyes of the view, "She's not coming back until the summer." Jerald was stumped, usually he could talk Ron out of anything but this time the red headed guy really looked set on being miserable. Jerald turned to the view that Ron had been looking at all night, the same old London.
"Was it cold last night ?" Jerald asked, completely changing the subject. Ron laughed, a short, almost fake laugh at the back of his throat.
"Yeah, It was a bit." He replied and Jerald smiled. He was of to a good start. A few more seconds past and slowly Jerald was reminded of the time he had sat with Hermione on this same spot. She had kissed Harry and was unhappy because she loved Ron. That had been just after Christmas, and now here Ron was doing the same thing, sulking. They deserved to be together.
"Listen," Jerald began, sounding just like a wise old man in some crappy story, "Sometimes things don't go as planned. Sometimes fate has to decide what happens between two people." Ron didn't look to impressed.
"Remember Christmas ?" Jerald asked, Ron nodded, "Hermione was sat right where you are right now crying."
"Why ?" Ron asked. No one had told him about the kiss and no one ever would. It was a mistake, a mistake forgotten in the past.
"Because she loves you Ron," Jerald finished up, rising to his feet. Ron felt a burst of energy flow through him, he was tired but he felt cheered up never the less. "Now, Ginny's made breakfast, are you coming ?"
( A/N : Sorry about the wait. I'll write the next chapter really soon to make up for it. MJM)