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A Sky of Lies
By Dragon's Dreamss
Chapter 6
"I don't know," she shrugged, "Probably around Christmas?"
"What? Has everyone here gone crazy?" Hermione sighed, frustrated.
"First you guys came and told me you were my parents. Then you tell me that I'm betrothed to my professor. Next, I'm calling you my parents, which I have no clue why because you might not even be my parents. Then, Snape comes up and storms off to go talk to his father. Then Harry goes off to eat with my newfound father and his uncle. Next, you tell me that I'm getting married around Christmas. What next? Will I have to have a kid before I'm twenty? Will this be all over the papers?" Hermione slumped back into her chair. Mother looked guilty and turned away from Hermione. Dumbledore put his hands in his lap and raised his grayed eyebrows. His eyes twinkled curiously under his half moon glasses.
"Well… I think we will have to talk about the last thing… and… er… the first one also," Mother said avoiding Hermione's gaze. Dumbledore played with his beard. He chuckled knowingly. Hermione's head turned as fast as lighting, her chestnut hair went flying. Her eyes were filled with anger. Many of the portraits of former headmasters and headmistresses watched in interest as the young woman before them began to yell at the current headmaster.
"Why does everyone know anything before me? I'm just here for everyone to push me around… isn't that right? I'm going. I don't want to listen to anyone of you anymore! You think you can come out of the blue and tell me that you are my parents and that I'm some royal arrogant pureblood and that I have to marry by Christmas. I think you are the worst parents ever even though I have only been with you for less than an hour!" And with that she stormed out fuming. Mother peered out after her and shrugged, not knowing what to do for Hermione.
"Bloody goddamn parents!" Hermione yelled to herself, or so she thought. She went to sit on a ledge in the Astronomy tower after a whole day of trying to stay away from her parents.
"They always think they can meddle in people's lives… I won't stand for it." She banged her hands against the stone in front of her. She winced in pain and drew her hands back. Small scratches lined the sides of them, almost bleeding. She swung her hands back down to her sides as she pulled her knees up onto the ledge. The stars were twinkling against the dark blue sky. Hermione hugged her knees to her chest and sighed.
"Damn parents," she muttered softly. She saw a tall shadow move to another ledge, but she decided to ignore it. Damn parents, damn parents, damn parents, she kept thinking. She rubbed her eyes tiredly. Her eyelids drooped, feeling heavier by the second. Soon Hermione drifted off into a peaceful sleep. She began to tilt to one side, haphazardly.
"Damn… parents…" she said in her sleep while her right arm and leg began to move over to the side of the ledge. All of a sudden she woke up. Startled by the fact that she was halfway off of the tower, she tried to scramble back on, only resulting in almost falling down. She tried to keep her grip on the rough stone, but her hands were too sweaty. She began to fall and she screamed. I'm going to die, she thought, I am going to die!
A hand grabbed hers right before she plummeted to the ground. It pulled her all of the way up to the tower as she clung on to the hand's arm. It was strong and muscular. Her breathing was irregular from shock. "I would have to agree with your statement," a deep silky voice told her.
"Who are you?" she asked breathlessly. She ran a shaky hand through her curly hair. A low chuckle came from the person. It was deep and as smooth as silk.
"Usually people would first thank their rescuer rather than interrogate them. I would like to ask you the same question," the voice said with a slight laugh in it. Hermione's eyes began to adjust to the dark. The shadow's outline became clearer. She squinted to see more. It was a tall man, probably about six foot something. He was very lean, but seemed to have muscles. She made her way up to his face. She couldn't believe her eyes…
Harry and Ron were busy playing wizard's chess in the Gryffindor common room. Harry's pieces were yelling instructions and hints to him. Ron quickly defeated him. They were sitting on a deep red couch among the squashy chairs and chatting students. Harry pushed his black glasses back up his nose as he concentrated. Ron was lying back into the couch with a triumphant grin on his face.
"Check mate. I win again," Ron told Harry as he sighed. Harry ran his hand through his unruly black hair and glared at Ron with his emerald eyes.
"You always win… are you cheating?" Harry asked desperately. Ron shrugged and turned back to Harry. His hair clashed greatly with the couches.
"I guess I'm just better than you," Ron retorted happily, "By the way… have you seen Hermione lately?"
"No, I haven't. She was really angry today… maybe she's in the library," Harry stated staring out the window. Ron chuckled and folded his arms.
"Congratulations, you are the master at stating the obvious," Ron said as Harry glared at him. Harry threw a pillow at Ron. He defended himself with another pillow. Soon feathers were flying through the air and pillows were being bashed into everyone's heads. Everyone in the common room joined in the pillow fight. Harry and Ron conjured up lots of pillows, laughing.
"Too bad Hermione isn't here to have some fun," Ron yelled over the noise.
"She would probably have just gone up to her room to study-" Everyone stood still as a scream pierced the air and then stopped suddenly. People rushed up to the window to see what happened. Ron and Harry looked at each other in horror.
"Hermione!" They both yelled in unison, rushing out of the common room.
TBC
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