I can't live my life waiting for you
A/N - Omg . I haven't updated for a long time! Thanks to all you awesome reviewers . . . this is my most reviewed story yet. Anyway, sorry for the delay, and onto the chapter! (Also, I couldn't think of two T words that went with this chapter! Oh well!)
Chapter 5 - The 1 T - Truth or Dare
"Ron?!" Hermione shrieked and her first instinct was to run and hug him. But, suddenly, she was angry . . .Ron was alive . . .but why?
"Hi guys." He said in a would-be-casual voice. He was shifting his feet around so Harry and Hermione could sense he was nervous.
"What's this all about?! You're supposed to be dead!" Harry accused Ron.
"Thanks for the warm welcome," Ron said, frowning slightly.
Dumbledore chuckled. "Now, now. If we could all just have a seat, I'll explain everything."
Hermione stared in disbelief. "You had us thinking Ron, who was our best friend, was dead, and now you expect us to act like everything is hunky-dory?"
"Was?" Ron muttering, frowning yet again. He seemed on edge.
"Just take a seat. Please." Dumbledore said again, and sat down himself this time. "You are dismissed, Tufty."
Ron sat down next to Dumbledore and Harry sat across from him. Hermione, finally, took a seat next to Harry.
"Now, tell us what is going on here!" Harry rumbled.
"After I tell you what I am about to tell you, you have every right to be angry with me." Dumbledore said to Harry and Hermione who chose not to respond.
"Ron, here, is not dead, as you see. Neville Longbottom is."
Hermione snorted. "Neville didn't die."
"Yes, Hermione. Neville, sadly enough, is gone."
Harry raised his eyebrows, never more confused in his life. "Explanation please?"
Dumbledore turned to Ron. "Ron, here, will be giving you that."
Ron cleared his throat. "You see, guys, I've been undercover for quite some time now. Dumbledore thought that to get to you two, Voldemort might use me as . . .er, bait. I have been taking a Poly Juice Potion (sp?) for the past 2 weeks to pose as Neville Longbottom, and he has been doing the same. When I supposedly "died" the night of the attack, it was Neville in my body."
Hermione covered her mouth with her hands. "Neville?" She whispered sadly.
Ron nodded. "He said he was willing to give his life for you two."
"Why didn't you tell us?" Harry said a bit harshly.
Ron winced. Hermione supposed this was why he had been acting pretty jittery earlier.
"I couldn't." He said simply. "Everyone had to act as natural as usual."
Hermione got up and hugged Ron. "I'm so sorry . . ." She whispered. "We were so sad . . ."
Ron hugged her back and looked questioningly at Harry.
Harry got up and shook Ron's hand. "Best mates forever, Ron, you know that."
Dumbledore clapped his hands like a little boy. "Splendid. All is settled, then. Ron is your secret keeper, you know how it works. Are you ready to eat, and then head over to Moody's? Ron and I have some different business to attend too, so he won't be there tonight."
Everyone nodded, Ron looking extremely relieved.
Later on that night Harry, Ron, and Hermione were saying their good- byes infront of Moody's tottery old house.
"I know it doesn't look like much but wait till you see the inside." With that Dumbledore tossed a key to Harry, winked, and disapperated with Ron.
Harry raised his eyes. "I've never been more confused in all my life."
Hermione shook her head. "I can't believe Neville's dead. So tragic."
"Well," Harry said, "Who would you rather be dead? Neville or Ron?"
"Harry that's a horrid question! Neither of them! Now lets get inside, it's freezing out here!"
Harry and Hermione walked up the short walk to Moody's front door and Harry inserted the key.
He was quite surprised when the door squeaked, "Name, please."
"Er, Harry Potter."
"Enter." The voice said.
When Hermione tried to walk in behind him a metal arm swang out and grabbed hers, causing her to scream.
"Name! Or no entrance!" The mechanical voice rasped loudly.
"H-Hermione." She stuttered and the arm loosened its hold.
"C'mon." Harry said and they walked into the house.
Hermione gasped. It was so big and beautiful. It looked nothing like the outside.
She then followed Harry into the spacious Spanish kitchen.
"Where's the grub!" He exclaimed in a booming voice.
"We just ate! I'm going to find my room."
Hermione headed upstairs, humming a tune. All seemed right now. Ron was back. She was alone with Harry. She was - wait. Her mind rewound. 'Alone with Harry. Alone.' She grinned.
Once she got up the stairs she saw a door marked 'Harry' and a door marked 'Hermione'. She opened the door and gaped again.
Her room was decorated in all Lilac colored things. The bedspread was Lilac, the curtains were Lilac, and everything was Lilac colored. It was certainly gorgeous.
She laid down on the bed and before she knew it she was nodding off.
"Knock! Knock!"
'Hmm?' Hermione's mind seemed to say.
"Open up Mione!"
"Coming, coming ." Hermione mumbled.
She opened the door and was pleased to see Harry standing there with two cups of hot chocolate.
"Yum!" She exclaimed and opened the door wider, allowing him entrance.
"Enter!" She said in a squeaky imitation of the front door, making Harry laugh.
Then they sat on the bed together.
"So, what do you want to do?" Hermione asked.
"Hmm. Know any games we could play or something?"
"Truth or Dare." Hermione replied devilishly.
Harry cracked a grin. "You go first, then."
"Alright. Truth or Dare."
"Truth."
"Are you a virgin?" Hermione asked him slyly.
"Why do you want to know?" He asked her back.
"Answer the question!"
"Ok," Harry, said, "I am not."
He blushed. Hermione blushed.
"Your turn." She muttered.
"Truth or Dare?"
"Truth." Hermione said.
"Are YOU a virgin?" He smirked. He thought he already knew the answer . . .
"Yes." She said. "Truth or Dare?"
"I think I'll go with truth again." Harry said nervously.
"Who?" Hermione asked.
"Who what?" Harry was confused AGAIN. He really didn't like being confused so much.
"Who was your first?"
Harry blushed yet again. "Luna."
"Loony Lovegood?"
"Yeah."
"Whoa!" Hermione squeaked and then burst into fits of laughter . . .imagine! Harry and Loony Lovegood!
"My turn." He said grouchily. "Truth or Dare?"
"Hmm. I'll be wild. Dare."
'You wanna be wild, huh?' He thought. "Kiss me." Then he blushed, that was the first thing that had popped out of his mouth.
"Kiss you?" She stuttered, staring into his eyes, his beautiful green eyes.
"Kiss me."
She leaned in . . .and kissed him. Softly, at first, and them she went deeper.
Harry was shocked. His mind was going crazy. Where had she learned to kiss like this? Suddenly, he felt a hard feeling between his legs and he knew he had to get out of there before something happened that he wasn't ready for.
He broke the kiss as naturally as he could and whispered, "Night, Mione."
"Night." She whispered breathlessly.
Harry walked out and closed the door.
"I love you . . ." He whispered threw the door, so quietly he was positive that Hermione hadn't heard him. He didn't know if he wanted her to.
" . . . I always have."
A/N - What do you think? HMMM! Not much action between Harry and Hermione, there, but this is only rated . . .what, PG? Leave a review! I love them so much!
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A/N - Omg . I haven't updated for a long time! Thanks to all you awesome reviewers . . . this is my most reviewed story yet. Anyway, sorry for the delay, and onto the chapter! (Also, I couldn't think of two T words that went with this chapter! Oh well!)
Chapter 5 - The 1 T - Truth or Dare
"Ron?!" Hermione shrieked and her first instinct was to run and hug him. But, suddenly, she was angry . . .Ron was alive . . .but why?
"Hi guys." He said in a would-be-casual voice. He was shifting his feet around so Harry and Hermione could sense he was nervous.
"What's this all about?! You're supposed to be dead!" Harry accused Ron.
"Thanks for the warm welcome," Ron said, frowning slightly.
Dumbledore chuckled. "Now, now. If we could all just have a seat, I'll explain everything."
Hermione stared in disbelief. "You had us thinking Ron, who was our best friend, was dead, and now you expect us to act like everything is hunky-dory?"
"Was?" Ron muttering, frowning yet again. He seemed on edge.
"Just take a seat. Please." Dumbledore said again, and sat down himself this time. "You are dismissed, Tufty."
Ron sat down next to Dumbledore and Harry sat across from him. Hermione, finally, took a seat next to Harry.
"Now, tell us what is going on here!" Harry rumbled.
"After I tell you what I am about to tell you, you have every right to be angry with me." Dumbledore said to Harry and Hermione who chose not to respond.
"Ron, here, is not dead, as you see. Neville Longbottom is."
Hermione snorted. "Neville didn't die."
"Yes, Hermione. Neville, sadly enough, is gone."
Harry raised his eyebrows, never more confused in his life. "Explanation please?"
Dumbledore turned to Ron. "Ron, here, will be giving you that."
Ron cleared his throat. "You see, guys, I've been undercover for quite some time now. Dumbledore thought that to get to you two, Voldemort might use me as . . .er, bait. I have been taking a Poly Juice Potion (sp?) for the past 2 weeks to pose as Neville Longbottom, and he has been doing the same. When I supposedly "died" the night of the attack, it was Neville in my body."
Hermione covered her mouth with her hands. "Neville?" She whispered sadly.
Ron nodded. "He said he was willing to give his life for you two."
"Why didn't you tell us?" Harry said a bit harshly.
Ron winced. Hermione supposed this was why he had been acting pretty jittery earlier.
"I couldn't." He said simply. "Everyone had to act as natural as usual."
Hermione got up and hugged Ron. "I'm so sorry . . ." She whispered. "We were so sad . . ."
Ron hugged her back and looked questioningly at Harry.
Harry got up and shook Ron's hand. "Best mates forever, Ron, you know that."
Dumbledore clapped his hands like a little boy. "Splendid. All is settled, then. Ron is your secret keeper, you know how it works. Are you ready to eat, and then head over to Moody's? Ron and I have some different business to attend too, so he won't be there tonight."
Everyone nodded, Ron looking extremely relieved.
Later on that night Harry, Ron, and Hermione were saying their good- byes infront of Moody's tottery old house.
"I know it doesn't look like much but wait till you see the inside." With that Dumbledore tossed a key to Harry, winked, and disapperated with Ron.
Harry raised his eyes. "I've never been more confused in all my life."
Hermione shook her head. "I can't believe Neville's dead. So tragic."
"Well," Harry said, "Who would you rather be dead? Neville or Ron?"
"Harry that's a horrid question! Neither of them! Now lets get inside, it's freezing out here!"
Harry and Hermione walked up the short walk to Moody's front door and Harry inserted the key.
He was quite surprised when the door squeaked, "Name, please."
"Er, Harry Potter."
"Enter." The voice said.
When Hermione tried to walk in behind him a metal arm swang out and grabbed hers, causing her to scream.
"Name! Or no entrance!" The mechanical voice rasped loudly.
"H-Hermione." She stuttered and the arm loosened its hold.
"C'mon." Harry said and they walked into the house.
Hermione gasped. It was so big and beautiful. It looked nothing like the outside.
She then followed Harry into the spacious Spanish kitchen.
"Where's the grub!" He exclaimed in a booming voice.
"We just ate! I'm going to find my room."
Hermione headed upstairs, humming a tune. All seemed right now. Ron was back. She was alone with Harry. She was - wait. Her mind rewound. 'Alone with Harry. Alone.' She grinned.
Once she got up the stairs she saw a door marked 'Harry' and a door marked 'Hermione'. She opened the door and gaped again.
Her room was decorated in all Lilac colored things. The bedspread was Lilac, the curtains were Lilac, and everything was Lilac colored. It was certainly gorgeous.
She laid down on the bed and before she knew it she was nodding off.
"Knock! Knock!"
'Hmm?' Hermione's mind seemed to say.
"Open up Mione!"
"Coming, coming ." Hermione mumbled.
She opened the door and was pleased to see Harry standing there with two cups of hot chocolate.
"Yum!" She exclaimed and opened the door wider, allowing him entrance.
"Enter!" She said in a squeaky imitation of the front door, making Harry laugh.
Then they sat on the bed together.
"So, what do you want to do?" Hermione asked.
"Hmm. Know any games we could play or something?"
"Truth or Dare." Hermione replied devilishly.
Harry cracked a grin. "You go first, then."
"Alright. Truth or Dare."
"Truth."
"Are you a virgin?" Hermione asked him slyly.
"Why do you want to know?" He asked her back.
"Answer the question!"
"Ok," Harry, said, "I am not."
He blushed. Hermione blushed.
"Your turn." She muttered.
"Truth or Dare?"
"Truth." Hermione said.
"Are YOU a virgin?" He smirked. He thought he already knew the answer . . .
"Yes." She said. "Truth or Dare?"
"I think I'll go with truth again." Harry said nervously.
"Who?" Hermione asked.
"Who what?" Harry was confused AGAIN. He really didn't like being confused so much.
"Who was your first?"
Harry blushed yet again. "Luna."
"Loony Lovegood?"
"Yeah."
"Whoa!" Hermione squeaked and then burst into fits of laughter . . .imagine! Harry and Loony Lovegood!
"My turn." He said grouchily. "Truth or Dare?"
"Hmm. I'll be wild. Dare."
'You wanna be wild, huh?' He thought. "Kiss me." Then he blushed, that was the first thing that had popped out of his mouth.
"Kiss you?" She stuttered, staring into his eyes, his beautiful green eyes.
"Kiss me."
She leaned in . . .and kissed him. Softly, at first, and them she went deeper.
Harry was shocked. His mind was going crazy. Where had she learned to kiss like this? Suddenly, he felt a hard feeling between his legs and he knew he had to get out of there before something happened that he wasn't ready for.
He broke the kiss as naturally as he could and whispered, "Night, Mione."
"Night." She whispered breathlessly.
Harry walked out and closed the door.
"I love you . . ." He whispered threw the door, so quietly he was positive that Hermione hadn't heard him. He didn't know if he wanted her to.
" . . . I always have."
A/N - What do you think? HMMM! Not much action between Harry and Hermione, there, but this is only rated . . .what, PG? Leave a review! I love them so much!
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