This fanfic is dedicated to Fox McCoy and Awks
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Chapter Seven
Harry and Ron owled Hermione from the Burrow telling her that they would be coming back early to keep her company for New Years. Hermione couldn't have been more relieved. With them home, everything would go back to normal. She hadn't talked to Malfoy since the incident in the Room of Requirement, and planned to never talk to him again. She avoided anyplace that she thought he might be, the Great Hall, the library, even the Room of Requirement was off limits to her now. She spent most of her time in Gryffindor common room, with the exception of meals, which she would go to early only to collect some food to bring back to the her room. But she eventually didn't even leave to sneak off and get food because she had an odd suspicion that Malfoy was catching on to her plan was gradually coming to meals earlier and earlier. She was counting down the days until her best friends' arrival, and then the hours when the day eventually came. They told her they would arrive in time for dinner, and to just meet them in the Great Hall. She tried to convince them that they should first come to the common room and unpack, but Ron was stubborn when it came to his food. "And be late for the New Years dinner? Are you kidding me, Mione? And plus, I don't want to spend my first night with you in over two and half weeks unpacking!" Harry was equally stubborn. "We want to hear all about what you did without us here!" Tell them what I was up to all holiday? I don't think they would approve, kissing Malfoy would definitely come as an unwelcome shock. Hell, it even comes to a shock to me!
On the night of Harry and Ron's arrival, Hermione made her way down to the Great Hall for the first time in three days. She dressed in a pair of fitted jeans and a simple old white tank top. Its Ron and Harry, who cares what I look like, she thought as she quickly put hair up in a messy bun. As she made her way in to the Great Hall, she immediately noticed the raven haired and red headed boy standing, bags in hand, at the Gryfinndor table. "My, my. Aren't you two a sight for sore eyes," said Hermione as she approached the table where her best friends took no notice of her. Turing around, both Ron and Harry's faces lit up.
"Mione!" they both chorused. Harry basically tackled Hermione as he ran to her to give her a hug. She fell backwards on to the table, but this went unnoticed to Harry who only kept hugging her in a bear-like embrace. "Sorry, love." Harry said as he eventually backed off of her. "I didn't mean to throw you down like that!"
"No worries!" Said Hermione who was too happy to see her best friend to admit to him that she would have a rather large bruise on her butt by morning. She finally focused all her attention on Ron, who looked slightly left out. She ran up to him, and gave Ron and equally aggressive hug that Harry gave her. However, it didn't have the same affect, since Ron was both bigger and stronger than Hermione. Instead of falling down on to the table, he enveloped her into an even bigger hug than Harry's (if that is even possible) and then swept her off her feet, and twirled her around in circles as if no one was watching them. Laughing and screaming all at once Hermione wrapped around Ron's neck and held on tightly to her best friend. Finally setting Hermione back on the ground, Ron grabbed on to her arm to prevent her from stumbling over. After getting help from her two friends, she stood up right, and looked at them properly. Both were at least a head taller than she, and Ron was several inches taller her than Harry. She grabbed her two best friends once more and gave them one giant hug. Her feet were again lifted off the ground about a foot or so. She laughed loudly, never so happy to be with the two boys. Where were these two all holiday? I've missed them so much! And I could have used their advice, their guidance, their shoulders to cry on! They are here now, and that is what matters! I can just forget all about Malfoy and these past few weeks!
Several tables over, there was a particular blonde haired Slytherin glaring with jealousy at the scene between Hermione and her two pathetic excuses for friends. Even from afar, Malfoy could see the way that both Harry and Ron looked her Hermione. Harry watched over her as a protective older brother, always making sure she was happy and safe; while Ron looked at Hermione with so much longing he wondered why they never got together. Surely Hermione knows. How could you not, Weasley is completely in love with her, any idiot could see that. However, just the thought of Hermione with another boy, especially Ron, made Malfoy shudder with hatred and jealousy. I'll beat him to a pulp if he even thinks of touching her! He found himself thinking while watching him holding her and twirling her around in circles. This is making me sick!
The catching up between the threesome was interrupted by the slamming of the Great Hall doors. "What's his bloody problem?" asked Harry as he say Malfoy's unmistakable blonde hair disappear behind the large doors.
"Who gives a flying fuck what Malfoy's problem is!" answered Ron.
"Ronald Weasley!" Hermione teased, however there was a hint of seriousness in her tone. Is he okay? She couldn't help but think. "You know what, I'm just going to make a quick run to the bathroom. Meet you in the common room?"
"Sure, Mione." Said Harry.
"See you later, beautiful," responded Ron.
"Bye guys! Its great to have you both back!" Hermione called back at them as she walked quickly out of the Great Hall. What am I doing? I have been avoiding him for days, and I'm not trying to find him? Which way did he go?
She didn't have to look long before she spotted Malfoy walking down the corridor. "Oi! Malfoy!" she called after him. "Malfoy!" She kept calling, and he kept ignoring her, walking more and more quickly away from her.
Finally catching up with him, Hermione practically yelled, "What is going on! Why were you running away?"
"Why did you ignore me for a week!" He replied equally angry. Hermione didn't answer him. She stared up at him looking lost for an answer. He turned, and kept walking, keeping up his rapid pace.
She didn't follow, but instead asked him as he walked away, "Why do I scare you?" He stopped dead in his tracks. She could see him tense up and clench his fists out of frustration, and then, after taking a deep breath, he just kept walking, leaving Hermione's question unanswered.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Harry Potter
Chapter Seven
Harry and Ron owled Hermione from the Burrow telling her that they would be coming back early to keep her company for New Years. Hermione couldn't have been more relieved. With them home, everything would go back to normal. She hadn't talked to Malfoy since the incident in the Room of Requirement, and planned to never talk to him again. She avoided anyplace that she thought he might be, the Great Hall, the library, even the Room of Requirement was off limits to her now. She spent most of her time in Gryffindor common room, with the exception of meals, which she would go to early only to collect some food to bring back to the her room. But she eventually didn't even leave to sneak off and get food because she had an odd suspicion that Malfoy was catching on to her plan was gradually coming to meals earlier and earlier. She was counting down the days until her best friends' arrival, and then the hours when the day eventually came. They told her they would arrive in time for dinner, and to just meet them in the Great Hall. She tried to convince them that they should first come to the common room and unpack, but Ron was stubborn when it came to his food. "And be late for the New Years dinner? Are you kidding me, Mione? And plus, I don't want to spend my first night with you in over two and half weeks unpacking!" Harry was equally stubborn. "We want to hear all about what you did without us here!" Tell them what I was up to all holiday? I don't think they would approve, kissing Malfoy would definitely come as an unwelcome shock. Hell, it even comes to a shock to me!
On the night of Harry and Ron's arrival, Hermione made her way down to the Great Hall for the first time in three days. She dressed in a pair of fitted jeans and a simple old white tank top. Its Ron and Harry, who cares what I look like, she thought as she quickly put hair up in a messy bun. As she made her way in to the Great Hall, she immediately noticed the raven haired and red headed boy standing, bags in hand, at the Gryfinndor table. "My, my. Aren't you two a sight for sore eyes," said Hermione as she approached the table where her best friends took no notice of her. Turing around, both Ron and Harry's faces lit up.
"Mione!" they both chorused. Harry basically tackled Hermione as he ran to her to give her a hug. She fell backwards on to the table, but this went unnoticed to Harry who only kept hugging her in a bear-like embrace. "Sorry, love." Harry said as he eventually backed off of her. "I didn't mean to throw you down like that!"
"No worries!" Said Hermione who was too happy to see her best friend to admit to him that she would have a rather large bruise on her butt by morning. She finally focused all her attention on Ron, who looked slightly left out. She ran up to him, and gave Ron and equally aggressive hug that Harry gave her. However, it didn't have the same affect, since Ron was both bigger and stronger than Hermione. Instead of falling down on to the table, he enveloped her into an even bigger hug than Harry's (if that is even possible) and then swept her off her feet, and twirled her around in circles as if no one was watching them. Laughing and screaming all at once Hermione wrapped around Ron's neck and held on tightly to her best friend. Finally setting Hermione back on the ground, Ron grabbed on to her arm to prevent her from stumbling over. After getting help from her two friends, she stood up right, and looked at them properly. Both were at least a head taller than she, and Ron was several inches taller her than Harry. She grabbed her two best friends once more and gave them one giant hug. Her feet were again lifted off the ground about a foot or so. She laughed loudly, never so happy to be with the two boys. Where were these two all holiday? I've missed them so much! And I could have used their advice, their guidance, their shoulders to cry on! They are here now, and that is what matters! I can just forget all about Malfoy and these past few weeks!
Several tables over, there was a particular blonde haired Slytherin glaring with jealousy at the scene between Hermione and her two pathetic excuses for friends. Even from afar, Malfoy could see the way that both Harry and Ron looked her Hermione. Harry watched over her as a protective older brother, always making sure she was happy and safe; while Ron looked at Hermione with so much longing he wondered why they never got together. Surely Hermione knows. How could you not, Weasley is completely in love with her, any idiot could see that. However, just the thought of Hermione with another boy, especially Ron, made Malfoy shudder with hatred and jealousy. I'll beat him to a pulp if he even thinks of touching her! He found himself thinking while watching him holding her and twirling her around in circles. This is making me sick!
The catching up between the threesome was interrupted by the slamming of the Great Hall doors. "What's his bloody problem?" asked Harry as he say Malfoy's unmistakable blonde hair disappear behind the large doors.
"Who gives a flying fuck what Malfoy's problem is!" answered Ron.
"Ronald Weasley!" Hermione teased, however there was a hint of seriousness in her tone. Is he okay? She couldn't help but think. "You know what, I'm just going to make a quick run to the bathroom. Meet you in the common room?"
"Sure, Mione." Said Harry.
"See you later, beautiful," responded Ron.
"Bye guys! Its great to have you both back!" Hermione called back at them as she walked quickly out of the Great Hall. What am I doing? I have been avoiding him for days, and I'm not trying to find him? Which way did he go?
She didn't have to look long before she spotted Malfoy walking down the corridor. "Oi! Malfoy!" she called after him. "Malfoy!" She kept calling, and he kept ignoring her, walking more and more quickly away from her.
Finally catching up with him, Hermione practically yelled, "What is going on! Why were you running away?"
"Why did you ignore me for a week!" He replied equally angry. Hermione didn't answer him. She stared up at him looking lost for an answer. He turned, and kept walking, keeping up his rapid pace.
She didn't follow, but instead asked him as he walked away, "Why do I scare you?" He stopped dead in his tracks. She could see him tense up and clench his fists out of frustration, and then, after taking a deep breath, he just kept walking, leaving Hermione's question unanswered.
