When We Try to Deceive.
Chapter Four: Can't Take My Eyes Off You
Author's Note: I am aware that this is a truly dreadful, appalling and
sickeningly stupid chapter. But behold,
it is an interlude (ooooh). Quite. No, it's necessary for the plot progression
and that's why it's here. Plus I like
the song. Thank you to FawkesRises,
unregistered person, poetrychik, Twinkey, chz friez luver, Wedgie Antilles, I
lov Redheads w/ Fangs and sexy-jess for reviewing. And if you've read and not reviewed, why not? Meep.
I don't own the song. Don't know
who does.
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A string of curses and yells could be heard to exit Harry's partition in the
Gryffindor dormitory. Ron popped his
head around the corner.
"Harry? What's wr- OH MY
GOD!!!!!" he began sounded concerned and maybe a *little* amused, and then
jumped back from Harry's bed, yelling.
His face was convulsed with disgust and Harry didn't look too pleased
either when he came out, into the centre of the room, with his head looking
decidedly soiled.
"Neville..." Harry growled, slowly making his way towards the now rather
scared boy sitting on his bed opposite Harry.
"It wasn't me! I swear! I'm housetrained!" Neville whimpered, edging away from the
impending danger of Harry's fist, now menacingly nearing Neville's nose.
Ribbit.
Trevor hopped onto Neville's pillow and looked up with the innocent air that
could only belong to a toad. Or
possibly a newt. But in this instance,
the innocent air belongs to a toad.
Quite a large toad. With a
fairly large stomach, in toad terms.
Not big enough to give it an image problem, but quite a hefty size. And large toads with large stomachs tend to
eat large portions of food. And when
large toads with large stomachs eat large amounts of food, they tend to do
quite large wotsits. Especially if
they've had a vindaloo the night before.
And we all know what happens when toads have a lot of vindaloo...
"THAT TOAD-" Harry began, before Dean Thomas came back in from the
toilets and burst out laughing. Ron joined in, and when Harry turned to glare
at his supposed best friend; the sight just made Ron and Dean laugh even
more. At the sound of laughter Seamus
came back up to the dormitory, which he had left a moment ago to return a book
to the library, and found the scene every bit as amusing as his two fellow
Gryffindors. Harry hissed at
Trevor. The action had no effect
whatsoever. So, deciding to take a more
mature approach, Harry stuck his tongue out at the toad sat on the bed. Getting just a friendly "ribbit!"
in response caused Harry to scowl at the boys surrounding him and storm out of
the dormitory, down to the common room.
Unfortunately for him, Hermione was sitting down in the common room reading a
book. She jumped up when she heard
Harry storming down the stairs and initially attempted to be quite
sympathetic. But then, after he had
told her the whole tale, and Ron had followed Harry down the stairs, clutching
his side helplessly; Hermione could only laugh.
"I'm sorry Harry!" she cried when he shoved past her and charged out
of the common room. It probably would
have worked a lot better if she hadn't had hiccups at the time.
"I'm –hic- sorry Harry... hic!"
***
Fred's POV- common room, February 14, evening
Why is she so goddam beautiful? The way
her hair waves gently down her face, occasionally drifting across into those
enchanting green eyes... it's killing me.
She's all the way over on the other side of the common room,
occasionally looking at me and smiling.
I wish I could go over and sit with her. To see her face light up when she laughs. Hell, I want to be the reason her face
lights up...
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You're just too good to be
true
I can't take my eyes off you
You feel like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much
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But every time I gather my courage and stand up, with every
intention to go over and just talk to her; George frowns or clears his throat
or in some way makes it clear he wants me to get on with what we're doing- and then
I lose all my bravery. So I sit down
again and pretend to be looking through this dusty, old manuscript when I'm
really staring at Hermione.
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At last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
You're just too good to be true
I can't take my eyes off you
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Even if I wasn't head-over-heels in love with her, which I am,
gazing at her would still be preferable to searching through this bloody tome
of a book; trying to find a quick removal spell for a love potion that doesn't
include taking the snake-skin of a Basilisk and baking it in the blood of a
virgin before eating it. (Unless this
kind of ritual appeals to you, I suggest you don't take "101 Scary Weird
Magical Things to Do if You're Bored" to bed with you for a little
night-time reading. Or whatever it was
called. You expect me to remember these
things???)
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Pardon the way that I
stare
There's nothing else to compare
The sight of you leaves me weak
There are no words left to speak
So darling feel like I feel
And I don't have to know if it's real
You're just too good to be true
I can't take my eyes off you
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What I do remember, clearly, is the way my heart flip-flops
whenever Hermione looks at me. Why I
feel the sudden urge to do anything- and I mean absolutely anything- she could
possibly want me to do, just to be granted one of those special, dazzling
smiles she occasionally throws in my direction. Even if it included jumping up onto my chair right now and shouting
"I love you Hermione Granger!" over and over and over again, until
she comes over to me, and silences me by pressing her soft lips against mine in
a gentle, yet passionate, kiss...
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I love you baby
And if it's quite all right
I need you baby to warm a lonely night
I love you baby
Trust in me when I say
Oh pretty baby
Don't bring me down, I pray
Oh pretty baby
Now that I've found this day
So let me love you baby
Let me love you
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I love you!!!!!
***
Hermione's POV
Oh God. I think Fred knows. How I feel about George, I mean. He keeps looking over at me and smiling like
he knows a secret about me. And unless
he knows about the whole
Victor-turning-me-into-a-frog-last-Summer-by-accident-incident; he totally
knows about me having an unbelievably inappropriate crush on his twin. Only it's not just a crush. I love him.
Only I can't love him, cos I love Ron... or can I?
It feels like love. But every time I
think about telling him how I feel, one word pops into my head: Ron. I've had feelings for him since my third
year. Fine- my second year. OKAY OKAY the end of my first year. But he's never shown any signs of feeling
the same way. And I know Ron. He's not the sort of person who can hide his
emotions- at least, not from me. Harry
really doesn't know him as well as me.
Too caught up with that the-Dark-Lord-is-trying-to-kill-me thing. Which I guess is a pretty good excuse for
seeming a little preoccupied but it just means me and Ron have got even closer
this last year or so... That's not a
bad thing is it??? Well, yeah- seeing
as now I'm in love with his brother. And
his other brother knows. It's all
messed up. I need to talk to Ron. Tell him how I feel. Turn his life upside down. Just ordinary day to day chit chat. He's in the boys' dorm with Harry. Okay, so technically I'm not supposed to go
in there... but I doubt anyone here will notice. Except Fred- who keeps staring at me. Kinda freaking me out.
