Chapter # 16
Hermione smiled as Hagrid handed her a platter of hard-looking cakes. She picked one up and politely bit into it, then grimaced. She had lots of experience with rock cakes, and one day she was sure someone was gonna chip a tooth on them.
"So, Ron's mad at you again?" Hagrid asked. Hermione nodded.
"Harry says he really likes me, but I just want to be friends with those two. Nothing more." She said quietly. Hagrid sighed.
"Well, why don't you just tell him that?" He asked. Hermione shrugged.
"I don't want to hurt his feelings. And if Ron gets mad at me, then Harry will get mad at me, then Ginny will too, and I'll be stuck in the middle of it all." She replied, sighing in defeat. Hagrid put a huge, comforting arm around her shoulders.
"Not everyone will be mad at you, m'dear. What about your boyfriend? Will he be mad?"
"Yes. No. I don't know. It's hard to say what his reaction would be." Hermione said slowly. What would James think if his son were mad at his lover? She wasn't sure. Hermione sighed. She wasn't sure because she hardly knew him. Then why was she having an affair with him?
"Well, I won't be mad at you. Dumbledore won't be mad. Neither will Mcgonagall." Hagrid said reassuringly.
"They would be mad if they found out who I was seeing." Hermione mumbled. "Then again, they wouldn't believe me if I told them who it was. They would probably let me go straight to St. Mungo's."
"Hermione," Hagrid looked horrified. "It's not Snape, is it?" Hermione stared at him in shock.
"No! Of course it's not Snape! I wouldn't dream of having an affair with a teacher!" Hagrid grinned.
"Just guessing." He said innocently. Hermione snorted.
"Well, you aren't very good at guessing." She mumbled.
"He's an adult, right?" Hagrid asked. Hermione sighed.
"Hagrid, I don't want to tell anyone." She said stubbornly. Hagrid chuckled quietly.
"I'm not asking you to tell me who he is. I just want to know a bit about him." He replied.
"Well, you don't really need to know anything about him." She replied, just as stubborn as before. Hagrid sighed.
"I don't really need to know anything about him, but I would like to know something. Anything, Hermione. Even just a bit of a description." He said kindly.
"Fine! But just a bit of a description." Hermione replied, giving in slightly.
"What does he look like?" Hagrid asked.
"Um, he's really tall. And he's strong too." She began, then plunged on rather recklessly. "He has blue eyes. Not like Dumbledores' eyes, but kinda like, stormy blue eyes. And he's go a tan too." She finished. Hagrid sighed.
"I don't know any student that fits that description." He admitted slowly. "Is it Draco Malfoy?" Hermione stared at him.
"That was the freakiest thing I ever heard. Of course it's not Malfoy!" She exclaimed. Hagrid chuckled.
"I somehow doubted it would be. Besides, he's paler than a ghost, that Malfoy kid." He replied, taking a drink of his tea. Hermione nodded in agreement.
"It's not Malfoy." She said simply.
"Neville? No, he's got brown eyes, so it's not him." Hagrid sighed and looked at her in defeat. "I give up." He said dejectedly. Hermione grinned.
"Good, because I wouldn't say yes even if you guessed right." She said happily. Hagrid shrugged.
"I guess I'm just wasting my time then." He mumbled. Hermione nodded.
"Yup. You're wasting your time." She replied. "But thanks for the tea and cakes Hagrid. I've gotta go." Hermione stood up and grinned at Hagrid rather awkwardly.
"Well, you take care of yourself, okay? And take care of those crazy boys too. Especially Harry. Little mischief maker, he is." The half-giant said fondly. Hermione nodded and left, feeling better than she had when she had went to the cabin.
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Hermione smiled as Hagrid handed her a platter of hard-looking cakes. She picked one up and politely bit into it, then grimaced. She had lots of experience with rock cakes, and one day she was sure someone was gonna chip a tooth on them.
"So, Ron's mad at you again?" Hagrid asked. Hermione nodded.
"Harry says he really likes me, but I just want to be friends with those two. Nothing more." She said quietly. Hagrid sighed.
"Well, why don't you just tell him that?" He asked. Hermione shrugged.
"I don't want to hurt his feelings. And if Ron gets mad at me, then Harry will get mad at me, then Ginny will too, and I'll be stuck in the middle of it all." She replied, sighing in defeat. Hagrid put a huge, comforting arm around her shoulders.
"Not everyone will be mad at you, m'dear. What about your boyfriend? Will he be mad?"
"Yes. No. I don't know. It's hard to say what his reaction would be." Hermione said slowly. What would James think if his son were mad at his lover? She wasn't sure. Hermione sighed. She wasn't sure because she hardly knew him. Then why was she having an affair with him?
"Well, I won't be mad at you. Dumbledore won't be mad. Neither will Mcgonagall." Hagrid said reassuringly.
"They would be mad if they found out who I was seeing." Hermione mumbled. "Then again, they wouldn't believe me if I told them who it was. They would probably let me go straight to St. Mungo's."
"Hermione," Hagrid looked horrified. "It's not Snape, is it?" Hermione stared at him in shock.
"No! Of course it's not Snape! I wouldn't dream of having an affair with a teacher!" Hagrid grinned.
"Just guessing." He said innocently. Hermione snorted.
"Well, you aren't very good at guessing." She mumbled.
"He's an adult, right?" Hagrid asked. Hermione sighed.
"Hagrid, I don't want to tell anyone." She said stubbornly. Hagrid chuckled quietly.
"I'm not asking you to tell me who he is. I just want to know a bit about him." He replied.
"Well, you don't really need to know anything about him." She replied, just as stubborn as before. Hagrid sighed.
"I don't really need to know anything about him, but I would like to know something. Anything, Hermione. Even just a bit of a description." He said kindly.
"Fine! But just a bit of a description." Hermione replied, giving in slightly.
"What does he look like?" Hagrid asked.
"Um, he's really tall. And he's strong too." She began, then plunged on rather recklessly. "He has blue eyes. Not like Dumbledores' eyes, but kinda like, stormy blue eyes. And he's go a tan too." She finished. Hagrid sighed.
"I don't know any student that fits that description." He admitted slowly. "Is it Draco Malfoy?" Hermione stared at him.
"That was the freakiest thing I ever heard. Of course it's not Malfoy!" She exclaimed. Hagrid chuckled.
"I somehow doubted it would be. Besides, he's paler than a ghost, that Malfoy kid." He replied, taking a drink of his tea. Hermione nodded in agreement.
"It's not Malfoy." She said simply.
"Neville? No, he's got brown eyes, so it's not him." Hagrid sighed and looked at her in defeat. "I give up." He said dejectedly. Hermione grinned.
"Good, because I wouldn't say yes even if you guessed right." She said happily. Hagrid shrugged.
"I guess I'm just wasting my time then." He mumbled. Hermione nodded.
"Yup. You're wasting your time." She replied. "But thanks for the tea and cakes Hagrid. I've gotta go." Hermione stood up and grinned at Hagrid rather awkwardly.
"Well, you take care of yourself, okay? And take care of those crazy boys too. Especially Harry. Little mischief maker, he is." The half-giant said fondly. Hermione nodded and left, feeling better than she had when she had went to the cabin.
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