So sorry it's short and boring and uncreative..My next chapter is far more
promising..I have some good ideas, and some bad ones.please review with
what you think will happen, or what you hope happens..It would make you my
hero..Thanks again to Kat Goddess Isis.
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Hermione found Harry in the common room, shifting through his Text book for Divination, mumbling to himself.
"Harry?" She asked, tentively stepping forwards.
Harry sat bolt up right and turned to face her. The fire roaring before him in fireplace glinting off his hair. He nodded sleepily to her and returned to slouching over his text book.
Hermione sat down on the couch next to him and stared into the fire. She blinked as an image began to appear. Hermione glanced over at Harry. He didn't see it, obviously.
Hermione leaned forwards and peered into the flames.
She saw Ron. Lying on his back, Voldemort peering over him. Hermione drew a breath sharply and kept watching. Words echoed in her mind, more cruel and cold than anything she had ever heard before.
"I knew you were weak." Voldemort whispered, his words as cold as death itself,, and none more welcoming. Ron lay on the ground, face down. Hermione could hear his whimpering. "I warned you not to doubt my powers." Voldemort whispered, kneeling down, and picking Ron up by the hair. "I warned you." Voldemort paused. "I told you to kill Potter."
Hermione flopped back against the couch, breathing hard. Her hand pressed to her chest, her eyes wide. She brought her knees up to her and wrapped her arms around them. Pressing her forehead to her legs, her shoulders shook. She had never dreamed of Voldemort being that.deathly. She was well aware of Harry blinking at her.
"Um. Hermione?" Harry asked, unsure of himself. He slid across the couch to her side. "You okay?" He tentively and hesitantly patted her back, awkwardly.
Hermione shook her head and buried her face in her hands. Harry looked around nervously.
"C'mon Hermione. Stop that now." He said, rocking back and forth.
Hermione looked at Harry, rubbing her eyes hard. Harry stood and held a hand to her. "C'mon. Cheer up. Best you get to bed eh?"
Hermione took his offered hand and stood up. She could feel the heat of his palm against hers. Harry pulled his hand away quickly, a blush creeping up onto his cheeks.
Him and Hermione towards the stairs.
"Good night." Harry said inelegantly when they reached to girls dorm door. Hermione stepped closer to him.
"Harry. when you read my mind.what did you see?" She asked edgily.
Harry coughed. "I dunno, a bunch of stuff. Me and you. Ron." He shifted his eyes from her gaze. He couldn't meet her eyes.
"Did you see what I saw?" Hermione whispered. Harry turned to face her, his green eyes meeting hers, despite his attempts not to.
"Yes." Harry said, remembering how Snape saw exactly what Harry saw down in the dungeons last years.
"You saw.the last one?" Hermione asked, stepping closer still.
Harry felt too hot. He wanted to step away, but his feet remained planted firmly on the ground.
"Us kissing." Harry trailed off, still meeting Hermione's gaze.
He bent his head down on impulse and pressed his lips against hers.
"Goodnight." He whispered again, pulling his mouth away and trotting down the stairs, his face beet red.
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Hermione found Harry in the common room, shifting through his Text book for Divination, mumbling to himself.
"Harry?" She asked, tentively stepping forwards.
Harry sat bolt up right and turned to face her. The fire roaring before him in fireplace glinting off his hair. He nodded sleepily to her and returned to slouching over his text book.
Hermione sat down on the couch next to him and stared into the fire. She blinked as an image began to appear. Hermione glanced over at Harry. He didn't see it, obviously.
Hermione leaned forwards and peered into the flames.
She saw Ron. Lying on his back, Voldemort peering over him. Hermione drew a breath sharply and kept watching. Words echoed in her mind, more cruel and cold than anything she had ever heard before.
"I knew you were weak." Voldemort whispered, his words as cold as death itself,, and none more welcoming. Ron lay on the ground, face down. Hermione could hear his whimpering. "I warned you not to doubt my powers." Voldemort whispered, kneeling down, and picking Ron up by the hair. "I warned you." Voldemort paused. "I told you to kill Potter."
Hermione flopped back against the couch, breathing hard. Her hand pressed to her chest, her eyes wide. She brought her knees up to her and wrapped her arms around them. Pressing her forehead to her legs, her shoulders shook. She had never dreamed of Voldemort being that.deathly. She was well aware of Harry blinking at her.
"Um. Hermione?" Harry asked, unsure of himself. He slid across the couch to her side. "You okay?" He tentively and hesitantly patted her back, awkwardly.
Hermione shook her head and buried her face in her hands. Harry looked around nervously.
"C'mon Hermione. Stop that now." He said, rocking back and forth.
Hermione looked at Harry, rubbing her eyes hard. Harry stood and held a hand to her. "C'mon. Cheer up. Best you get to bed eh?"
Hermione took his offered hand and stood up. She could feel the heat of his palm against hers. Harry pulled his hand away quickly, a blush creeping up onto his cheeks.
Him and Hermione towards the stairs.
"Good night." Harry said inelegantly when they reached to girls dorm door. Hermione stepped closer to him.
"Harry. when you read my mind.what did you see?" She asked edgily.
Harry coughed. "I dunno, a bunch of stuff. Me and you. Ron." He shifted his eyes from her gaze. He couldn't meet her eyes.
"Did you see what I saw?" Hermione whispered. Harry turned to face her, his green eyes meeting hers, despite his attempts not to.
"Yes." Harry said, remembering how Snape saw exactly what Harry saw down in the dungeons last years.
"You saw.the last one?" Hermione asked, stepping closer still.
Harry felt too hot. He wanted to step away, but his feet remained planted firmly on the ground.
"Us kissing." Harry trailed off, still meeting Hermione's gaze.
He bent his head down on impulse and pressed his lips against hers.
"Goodnight." He whispered again, pulling his mouth away and trotting down the stairs, his face beet red.