I Can't Live My Life Waiting For You
Chapter 1 - The two R's - Roger and Reunion
Hermione was thoroughly enjoying herself at Winginton Academy, which is where she had chosen to go to Wizarding College. She had already been their 2 years and she loved it. It was an American school. She got on very nicely with her roommate, Rebecca, and soon the two were the best of friends. Even closer than Hermione had been with Ginny. Hermione found herself telling Becca the whole story of how she always liked Harry.
"Oh my gosh! And he just left you standing there, Liz?" Becca exclaimed. Ever since she had found out Hermione's name was Elizabeth she had gotten everyone to call her Liz.
"Yup. But don't worry. He did give me the kiss I asked for . . .it was spectacular." Hermione said dreamily.
"Liz! Are you sure you're over him?" Becca teased.
"Positive." Hermione responded, even though she wasn't too sure that was her honest answer. "Oh, sorry Bec, no more time to chat. I'm going to the beach with Roger."
And with that all thoughts of Harry were flown out of her head, and ones with Roger in. Roger was a tall, slender, very handsome boy. He had dark blond-brown hair and amazing blue eyes. He was a grade older than Hermione. The two had been going out for four months. He could easily have had any girl in the school, but he had chosen Hermione. Hermione herself was definitely not ugly, she just always put herself down, saying other girls were so much prettier than her, which is not true. Hermione's hair had calmed down and waved a bit, and she had a great body.
Winginton Academy was in California, therefor very close to the beach. Hermione had gotten used to swimming there, after Becca and her other friend Alicia assured her many times that she would not be bitten to death by sharks. The beach was also where she had met Roger for the first time.
~*~
"Hi, Roger!" Hermione exclaimed, giving Roger a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Hey Liz. How have you been?" Roger asked, giving her a big smile.
Hermione didn't answer, just kissed him. "That's how I've been." She responded.
The two picked out their favorite spot on the beach, spread out their blanket and took of their clothes. Hermione was wearing a sleek, black bikini. Roger grinned.
"That suit makes you look so sexy, Lizzie. Hopefully no other guys think so too, I just don't want anyone to steal you from me." Roger said.
Hermione giggled and said, "Oh don't worry about that. You're the only guy in my heart." As soon as she said it she regretted it. What about Harry? She didn't want to think of him now, when she was with Roger, but she couldn't help it. She soon pushed him out of her mind as Roger picked her up and ran with her into the ocean. She kicked and screamed the whole time, but she was having a great time.
~*~
"Hey, Liz, here's your mail." Becca said, walking into their bedroom.
"Oh, thanks."
All of the owls that carried mails were sent to the mail room where they deposited the letters they were carrying into the right slots. There was the usual two, one from Harry, one from Ron, and then there was an orange envelope with "Hermione Elizabeth Granger" on the front. She opened this one first.
Dear Hermione,
I hope this finds you well! Instead of celebrating a 5-year reunion we are going to celebrate a 2-year reunion do to reasons in which I cannot say. I am sorry for the inconvenience. We will be celebrating this occasion at Hogwarts on the 4th of May. Hope to see you there.
Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore
Hermione stared at it a moment before picking up Ron's letter.
Dear Hermione,
Hello! I guess you probably got your letter for the reunion by now. Well? Are you coming? I really hope so. I mean, we haven't seen you for 2 years. Harry and I have been so busy with Quidditch and all. I hope some day that you can come see us play. As you know, Harry and I were excepted on the Puddlemere United team last fall and have become big Quidditch stars. I know what you will say to that, how I have such a big ego.
Love, Ron
She smiled. That was exactly what she would have said. She then turned to Harry's letter. Harry's letters were usually short and brief. This one appeared to be no different.
Dear Hermione,
How are you? How are your studies going? Quidditch is great. You really should come to one of our games; we are the best team out there. I hope to see you at the reunion. I miss you.
Love, Harry
She sighed. What had she expected? Neither of them had ever been good corespondents. She wrote a quick response to them, telling them she would most definitely be at the reunion.
"Liz?" Becca said, poking her head into the room. "Ready to head down for lunch? I'm starving!"
"Yeah, I'm ready." Hermione said, but her mind was elsewhere. She would get to see Harry again. She still had not mentioned the fact that she had a boyfriend - the right time never seemed to come up. 'Well,' She thought, 'I'll have to tell them eventually. I hope they aren't mad at me. Especially Harry. I can't stand when Harry's mad at me . . .'
~*~
"No! This isn't . . ." Hermione started, staring at her reflection. She was wearing jean shorts and a light blue t-shirt.
"Sexy enough?" Becca supplied then snapped her fingers. "I have just the thing."
She rummaged around in the closet until she found what she was looking for. She held up a short jean skirt and a blue tube top (I know this sounds like something Hermione would never wear, but she's in America now! She's changed!).
"This good?" She asked cheerfully.
Hermione eyed it. Harry and Ron hadn't been fully exposed to her "new" look yet. What would they think if she showed up in something like this?
"I guess so." Hermione responded and slipped into the outfit.
After she got the outfit on Becca did her hair. She put it back into a French braid, leaving a few wisps of hair falling down which she curled. Then she put on some light make up.
"Your ready." She said triumphantly.
Hermione looked in the mirror, then smiled, she was satisfied with her look.
"Well, I guess I'll see you later, Bec. And thanks again, you've been a huge help."
Becca waved her hand and said, "You owe me one. Now get outta here."
~*~
When Hermione arrived in the Great Hall the party seemed to be in full swing already. Music was blaring, people were dancing, eating, and talking. Hermione found herself in a conversation with Neville Longbottom.
"Well, Neville, what have you been doing these past few years?" She asked politely, scanning the room for Ron and Harry.
"Oh, Hermione!" Neville squealed excitedly. She wrinkled her nose at being called Hermione. She was so used to Liz now. "It's wonderful! Have you heard? Professor Sprout is retiring after this year, and I get to take over her job! Can you believe it? Of course, I can't start right away, they will have someone fill for me. I need to get 1 year of training then I can start! Can you believe it! I'll be a teacher at 20!"
No, Hermione couldn't believe it. Neville, a teacher? And at only 20 years of age? Hermione could tell this was a disaster waiting to happen, but she said, "Neville, that's wonderful! Would you excuse me a moment?"
Then she walked off into the crowd muttering, "He didn't even notice my change in appearance. Too wrapped up in his new job. Suppose I would be too . . ." And that's when she spotted him. Harry. Standing 10 feet away talking to Pavarti Patil.
Pavarti tapped his shoulder and pointed at me. A smile lit Harry's features. He excused himself from Pavarti and walked over to me, grabbing me in a big hug.
"Mione! You look great! Great outfit!" he said happily, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
My heart soared. Then I remembered Roger. I couldn't let one little kiss on the cheek bring back old feelings.
"Where's Ron?" She asked.
"Oh, last I saw him, he was off with Lavendar Brown. Probably off for a snog, he is. He's quite the womanizer now, Hermione." Harry said, grinning.
"That's our Ron." Hermione said back, smiling. "Why don't we try and find him?"
So off they went in search of Ron. When they found him he was indeed snogging Lavendar Brown. When he saw Harry and Hermione watching them with amused looks on their faces he pushed Lavendar off him and grabbed Hermione in a hug.
The three headed back inside and claimed a table as the floor was being cleared for dancing.
"So, you boys, have any special ladies in your life lately?" Hermione asked conversationally.
Harry snorted, "Sure, Ron has plenty. He has a new one every night. They make quite a racket."
Ron spat out his punch. "Harry!" He exclaimed causing Hermione to laugh.
"What about you? Any men in your life?" Ron asked, hasty to get the subject off himself.
Hermione hesitated then replied, "Well, yes actually. I have a boyfriend. His name is Roger."
Harry and Ron stared at Hermione, shocked.
Hermione thought they were mad at her until Ron said, "That's great for you, Mione!"
Harry nodded, "Yeah. That's . . .nice. Could I talk to you outside, Hermione?"
"Sure." She responded and the two walked outside, telling Ron they'd be right back.
They settled themselves on a bench and Harry started, "This is hard for me too say . . ."
"Now, doesn't that sound familiar?" Hermione said, smiling.
"Hermione! I'm serious. I made a mistake 2 years ago when I let you get away from me."
Harry watched as a few different emotions played over Hermione's face. Happiness, anger, and then they settled on sad.
"What are you saying, exactly?" She whispered.
"I'm saying I loved you and I didn't realize it. I'm hoping it's not too late." Harry looked at her hopefully.
Hermione frowned. "It is a little late, Harry. I'm dating someone else now."
Harry jumped up, now angry. "What, are you saying someone you just met means more to you than someone you met 9 years ago? I've been waiting 2 years to see you and tell you how I feel, and I get greeted with this? Denial, and you telling me you have a boyfriend?"
Now Hermione jumped up, angry as well. "Don't even!" She yelled. "Don't even tell me you've been waiting for me, Harry! Because I waited 7 years and 2 years is nothing to 7! 7 years, you never noticed me. Half the time you walked away. I hated seeing you with other women, but I didn't blow up, get mad! It's a little late-
Someone putting their hand over her mouth cut off Hermione and then there was a "pop!" and they were gone.
Harry lunged forward to attack the black figure but it was too late. Hermione was gone.
~*~
Inside the Great Hall was chaos. Death Eaters had somehow gotten inside Hogwarts. They were shooting killing curses every which way. There were screams of agony and pain, but what was heard above all was the sound of an evil, maniac laugh from a man standing in the middle of it all.
A/N - Well, here is the second chapter. Who is the black figure! Muwhahaha! Review or you will never find out! I also want to say thank you to my reviewers harryfanatic, wishful thinking, hannah, Lily, Bookworm13579, Nyka, GryffindorGirlie and Annie. If I missed you its because you reviewed the first chapter after I uploaded the 2nd, and it just wasn't up yet. So I'm sorry if I forgot anybody! Also, check out my other stories, Being Harry Potter (4th chap up) and The Face That He Can't Forget (6th chap in progress!)
Chapter 1 - The two R's - Roger and Reunion
Hermione was thoroughly enjoying herself at Winginton Academy, which is where she had chosen to go to Wizarding College. She had already been their 2 years and she loved it. It was an American school. She got on very nicely with her roommate, Rebecca, and soon the two were the best of friends. Even closer than Hermione had been with Ginny. Hermione found herself telling Becca the whole story of how she always liked Harry.
"Oh my gosh! And he just left you standing there, Liz?" Becca exclaimed. Ever since she had found out Hermione's name was Elizabeth she had gotten everyone to call her Liz.
"Yup. But don't worry. He did give me the kiss I asked for . . .it was spectacular." Hermione said dreamily.
"Liz! Are you sure you're over him?" Becca teased.
"Positive." Hermione responded, even though she wasn't too sure that was her honest answer. "Oh, sorry Bec, no more time to chat. I'm going to the beach with Roger."
And with that all thoughts of Harry were flown out of her head, and ones with Roger in. Roger was a tall, slender, very handsome boy. He had dark blond-brown hair and amazing blue eyes. He was a grade older than Hermione. The two had been going out for four months. He could easily have had any girl in the school, but he had chosen Hermione. Hermione herself was definitely not ugly, she just always put herself down, saying other girls were so much prettier than her, which is not true. Hermione's hair had calmed down and waved a bit, and she had a great body.
Winginton Academy was in California, therefor very close to the beach. Hermione had gotten used to swimming there, after Becca and her other friend Alicia assured her many times that she would not be bitten to death by sharks. The beach was also where she had met Roger for the first time.
~*~
"Hi, Roger!" Hermione exclaimed, giving Roger a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Hey Liz. How have you been?" Roger asked, giving her a big smile.
Hermione didn't answer, just kissed him. "That's how I've been." She responded.
The two picked out their favorite spot on the beach, spread out their blanket and took of their clothes. Hermione was wearing a sleek, black bikini. Roger grinned.
"That suit makes you look so sexy, Lizzie. Hopefully no other guys think so too, I just don't want anyone to steal you from me." Roger said.
Hermione giggled and said, "Oh don't worry about that. You're the only guy in my heart." As soon as she said it she regretted it. What about Harry? She didn't want to think of him now, when she was with Roger, but she couldn't help it. She soon pushed him out of her mind as Roger picked her up and ran with her into the ocean. She kicked and screamed the whole time, but she was having a great time.
~*~
"Hey, Liz, here's your mail." Becca said, walking into their bedroom.
"Oh, thanks."
All of the owls that carried mails were sent to the mail room where they deposited the letters they were carrying into the right slots. There was the usual two, one from Harry, one from Ron, and then there was an orange envelope with "Hermione Elizabeth Granger" on the front. She opened this one first.
Dear Hermione,
I hope this finds you well! Instead of celebrating a 5-year reunion we are going to celebrate a 2-year reunion do to reasons in which I cannot say. I am sorry for the inconvenience. We will be celebrating this occasion at Hogwarts on the 4th of May. Hope to see you there.
Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore
Hermione stared at it a moment before picking up Ron's letter.
Dear Hermione,
Hello! I guess you probably got your letter for the reunion by now. Well? Are you coming? I really hope so. I mean, we haven't seen you for 2 years. Harry and I have been so busy with Quidditch and all. I hope some day that you can come see us play. As you know, Harry and I were excepted on the Puddlemere United team last fall and have become big Quidditch stars. I know what you will say to that, how I have such a big ego.
Love, Ron
She smiled. That was exactly what she would have said. She then turned to Harry's letter. Harry's letters were usually short and brief. This one appeared to be no different.
Dear Hermione,
How are you? How are your studies going? Quidditch is great. You really should come to one of our games; we are the best team out there. I hope to see you at the reunion. I miss you.
Love, Harry
She sighed. What had she expected? Neither of them had ever been good corespondents. She wrote a quick response to them, telling them she would most definitely be at the reunion.
"Liz?" Becca said, poking her head into the room. "Ready to head down for lunch? I'm starving!"
"Yeah, I'm ready." Hermione said, but her mind was elsewhere. She would get to see Harry again. She still had not mentioned the fact that she had a boyfriend - the right time never seemed to come up. 'Well,' She thought, 'I'll have to tell them eventually. I hope they aren't mad at me. Especially Harry. I can't stand when Harry's mad at me . . .'
~*~
"No! This isn't . . ." Hermione started, staring at her reflection. She was wearing jean shorts and a light blue t-shirt.
"Sexy enough?" Becca supplied then snapped her fingers. "I have just the thing."
She rummaged around in the closet until she found what she was looking for. She held up a short jean skirt and a blue tube top (I know this sounds like something Hermione would never wear, but she's in America now! She's changed!).
"This good?" She asked cheerfully.
Hermione eyed it. Harry and Ron hadn't been fully exposed to her "new" look yet. What would they think if she showed up in something like this?
"I guess so." Hermione responded and slipped into the outfit.
After she got the outfit on Becca did her hair. She put it back into a French braid, leaving a few wisps of hair falling down which she curled. Then she put on some light make up.
"Your ready." She said triumphantly.
Hermione looked in the mirror, then smiled, she was satisfied with her look.
"Well, I guess I'll see you later, Bec. And thanks again, you've been a huge help."
Becca waved her hand and said, "You owe me one. Now get outta here."
~*~
When Hermione arrived in the Great Hall the party seemed to be in full swing already. Music was blaring, people were dancing, eating, and talking. Hermione found herself in a conversation with Neville Longbottom.
"Well, Neville, what have you been doing these past few years?" She asked politely, scanning the room for Ron and Harry.
"Oh, Hermione!" Neville squealed excitedly. She wrinkled her nose at being called Hermione. She was so used to Liz now. "It's wonderful! Have you heard? Professor Sprout is retiring after this year, and I get to take over her job! Can you believe it? Of course, I can't start right away, they will have someone fill for me. I need to get 1 year of training then I can start! Can you believe it! I'll be a teacher at 20!"
No, Hermione couldn't believe it. Neville, a teacher? And at only 20 years of age? Hermione could tell this was a disaster waiting to happen, but she said, "Neville, that's wonderful! Would you excuse me a moment?"
Then she walked off into the crowd muttering, "He didn't even notice my change in appearance. Too wrapped up in his new job. Suppose I would be too . . ." And that's when she spotted him. Harry. Standing 10 feet away talking to Pavarti Patil.
Pavarti tapped his shoulder and pointed at me. A smile lit Harry's features. He excused himself from Pavarti and walked over to me, grabbing me in a big hug.
"Mione! You look great! Great outfit!" he said happily, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
My heart soared. Then I remembered Roger. I couldn't let one little kiss on the cheek bring back old feelings.
"Where's Ron?" She asked.
"Oh, last I saw him, he was off with Lavendar Brown. Probably off for a snog, he is. He's quite the womanizer now, Hermione." Harry said, grinning.
"That's our Ron." Hermione said back, smiling. "Why don't we try and find him?"
So off they went in search of Ron. When they found him he was indeed snogging Lavendar Brown. When he saw Harry and Hermione watching them with amused looks on their faces he pushed Lavendar off him and grabbed Hermione in a hug.
The three headed back inside and claimed a table as the floor was being cleared for dancing.
"So, you boys, have any special ladies in your life lately?" Hermione asked conversationally.
Harry snorted, "Sure, Ron has plenty. He has a new one every night. They make quite a racket."
Ron spat out his punch. "Harry!" He exclaimed causing Hermione to laugh.
"What about you? Any men in your life?" Ron asked, hasty to get the subject off himself.
Hermione hesitated then replied, "Well, yes actually. I have a boyfriend. His name is Roger."
Harry and Ron stared at Hermione, shocked.
Hermione thought they were mad at her until Ron said, "That's great for you, Mione!"
Harry nodded, "Yeah. That's . . .nice. Could I talk to you outside, Hermione?"
"Sure." She responded and the two walked outside, telling Ron they'd be right back.
They settled themselves on a bench and Harry started, "This is hard for me too say . . ."
"Now, doesn't that sound familiar?" Hermione said, smiling.
"Hermione! I'm serious. I made a mistake 2 years ago when I let you get away from me."
Harry watched as a few different emotions played over Hermione's face. Happiness, anger, and then they settled on sad.
"What are you saying, exactly?" She whispered.
"I'm saying I loved you and I didn't realize it. I'm hoping it's not too late." Harry looked at her hopefully.
Hermione frowned. "It is a little late, Harry. I'm dating someone else now."
Harry jumped up, now angry. "What, are you saying someone you just met means more to you than someone you met 9 years ago? I've been waiting 2 years to see you and tell you how I feel, and I get greeted with this? Denial, and you telling me you have a boyfriend?"
Now Hermione jumped up, angry as well. "Don't even!" She yelled. "Don't even tell me you've been waiting for me, Harry! Because I waited 7 years and 2 years is nothing to 7! 7 years, you never noticed me. Half the time you walked away. I hated seeing you with other women, but I didn't blow up, get mad! It's a little late-
Someone putting their hand over her mouth cut off Hermione and then there was a "pop!" and they were gone.
Harry lunged forward to attack the black figure but it was too late. Hermione was gone.
~*~
Inside the Great Hall was chaos. Death Eaters had somehow gotten inside Hogwarts. They were shooting killing curses every which way. There were screams of agony and pain, but what was heard above all was the sound of an evil, maniac laugh from a man standing in the middle of it all.
A/N - Well, here is the second chapter. Who is the black figure! Muwhahaha! Review or you will never find out! I also want to say thank you to my reviewers harryfanatic, wishful thinking, hannah, Lily, Bookworm13579, Nyka, GryffindorGirlie and Annie. If I missed you its because you reviewed the first chapter after I uploaded the 2nd, and it just wasn't up yet. So I'm sorry if I forgot anybody! Also, check out my other stories, Being Harry Potter (4th chap up) and The Face That He Can't Forget (6th chap in progress!)
