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Chapter 23
October 27th, Tuesday. {8:30, P.M.}
Hermione, Harry, and Ron all sat by the fire in the common room, thinking things over. They were surprised that Snape had not been turned into a werewolf. Or Draco, for that matter. Ironically, the most popular belief of what happened in the forest was that Snape had heroically saved the two students, fighting off the werewolf with his bare hands.
Yet another rumor, this one more stranger than the first one, was that Professor Lupin had saved them, which really was quite impossible. Lupin had been in his office with a generous amount of wolfsbane potion.
And then there was the last belief of what the incident was all about, and this one scared Hermione, because it was so close to the truth. A select few students with wild imaginations swore that the deer who had accompanied Hermione and Snape to the edge of the forest, trotting warily behind them, was somehow connected to the werewolf attack.
"Well," Harry finally spoke. "I suppose the Halloween feast will be pretty good this year, don't you think?" Hermione just nodded. Ron, on the other hand, leapt right into a heavy discussion about food and the party planned later in the Gryffindor common room. Hermione couldn't help but think that the feast wouldn't be as fun for her. Harry would be with Ginny, who would be with Fred, George, and Ron. Of course, Hermione could always follow the twins around. They were certainly friendly enough. But really, she wasn't in any mood to have a tongue the size of her head, referring to the tong-tongue-toffee incident.
"What about you, Hermione? Think it'll be fun?" Ron asked.
"Oh, yeah." Hermione muttered distractedly. "It should be fairly interesting." Harry sighed, then looked at Hermione very closely.
"You look worried and tired, Mione. Maybe you ought to get to bed." He said gently. Hermione opened her mouth, but the look on Harrys' face told her she better not argue with him. She nodded and walked slowly back up to her dorm, wondering why she would even bother to think about denying Harry. It was so hard to lie to him, because he always seemed so honest. With that the exhausted girl collapsed on her bed.
"The princess has arrived." Said a soft voice. Hermione leapt out of the bed in shock.
"Who's there?" she demanded, her voice sounding strange to her own ears.
"The one and only." A tall figure slipped out from the blankets and straightened up, looking at Hermione carefully. She grinned when she finally recognized who it was.
"James! I haven't seen you for a week!" Hermione threw her arms around his waist, being she couldn't very well reach his shoulders.
"Yeah, I've been exploring a bit. And I've been thinking, too. If we told Harry."
"James, wait." Hermione quickly cast a silencing charm on the door, so nobody would overhear their conversation. "Okay, what?"
"If you told Harry I was alive, Voldemort would use that and run with it. He would probably use some screwy kind of logic to get to Harry through me, right?"
"Probably. Why?" Hermione was deeply curious now.
"Well, would Harry be safer if he didn't know if Voldemort ever caught me, or would it be safer for more people to know, so if I do get caught, I could be rescued?" James asked uncertainly. Hermione stared at him, baffled.
"It's always Harry isn't it? That's all you ever worry about, right?" She asked finally.
"No!" James answered with a laugh. "I worry about you, I worry about Sirius, I worry about Remus, I worry about Snape. Hell, I even worry about Lucious Malfoy sometimes." He finished grinning at her.
"Oh, well now I know why you can't find time to worry about yourself." Hermione answered sarcastically. James chuckled and slid his arm around her waist. Hermione sighed and buried her head in his chest, content with their current situation.
"You know what?" James murmured in her ear.
"What?" Hermione pulled away and gazed up at him lovingly.
"If you weren't so young, I would be on the floor begging you to marry me."
"Oh, well, you could always just wait, James." Hermione said lightly. "And. I don't think that would have gone over very well with my father, if he had found out about the age gap."
"Oh yeah? Do you miss your parents?"
"I hate to sound cruel," Hermione said with a sigh. "But I don't miss them that much." James chuckled.
"I didn't miss my mother when she died." He replied. "And you know what? I don't think little brother did either. Oops!" James closed his mouth a second too late.
"You have a brother?" Hermione asked in shock.
"No." James muttered, turning his head away. Hermione plunked her hands on her hips.
"James! Don't just hint on it and turn away!" she reached up and straightened his ragged, unclean robes across his chest.
"Yes, I have a brother, happy?" James gave in with a sigh.
"Yes, I'm very happy. Now tell me, what's your little brothers' name?"
End of chapter. I'm so evil. Heh, heh, heh
Chapter 23
October 27th, Tuesday. {8:30, P.M.}
Hermione, Harry, and Ron all sat by the fire in the common room, thinking things over. They were surprised that Snape had not been turned into a werewolf. Or Draco, for that matter. Ironically, the most popular belief of what happened in the forest was that Snape had heroically saved the two students, fighting off the werewolf with his bare hands.
Yet another rumor, this one more stranger than the first one, was that Professor Lupin had saved them, which really was quite impossible. Lupin had been in his office with a generous amount of wolfsbane potion.
And then there was the last belief of what the incident was all about, and this one scared Hermione, because it was so close to the truth. A select few students with wild imaginations swore that the deer who had accompanied Hermione and Snape to the edge of the forest, trotting warily behind them, was somehow connected to the werewolf attack.
"Well," Harry finally spoke. "I suppose the Halloween feast will be pretty good this year, don't you think?" Hermione just nodded. Ron, on the other hand, leapt right into a heavy discussion about food and the party planned later in the Gryffindor common room. Hermione couldn't help but think that the feast wouldn't be as fun for her. Harry would be with Ginny, who would be with Fred, George, and Ron. Of course, Hermione could always follow the twins around. They were certainly friendly enough. But really, she wasn't in any mood to have a tongue the size of her head, referring to the tong-tongue-toffee incident.
"What about you, Hermione? Think it'll be fun?" Ron asked.
"Oh, yeah." Hermione muttered distractedly. "It should be fairly interesting." Harry sighed, then looked at Hermione very closely.
"You look worried and tired, Mione. Maybe you ought to get to bed." He said gently. Hermione opened her mouth, but the look on Harrys' face told her she better not argue with him. She nodded and walked slowly back up to her dorm, wondering why she would even bother to think about denying Harry. It was so hard to lie to him, because he always seemed so honest. With that the exhausted girl collapsed on her bed.
"The princess has arrived." Said a soft voice. Hermione leapt out of the bed in shock.
"Who's there?" she demanded, her voice sounding strange to her own ears.
"The one and only." A tall figure slipped out from the blankets and straightened up, looking at Hermione carefully. She grinned when she finally recognized who it was.
"James! I haven't seen you for a week!" Hermione threw her arms around his waist, being she couldn't very well reach his shoulders.
"Yeah, I've been exploring a bit. And I've been thinking, too. If we told Harry."
"James, wait." Hermione quickly cast a silencing charm on the door, so nobody would overhear their conversation. "Okay, what?"
"If you told Harry I was alive, Voldemort would use that and run with it. He would probably use some screwy kind of logic to get to Harry through me, right?"
"Probably. Why?" Hermione was deeply curious now.
"Well, would Harry be safer if he didn't know if Voldemort ever caught me, or would it be safer for more people to know, so if I do get caught, I could be rescued?" James asked uncertainly. Hermione stared at him, baffled.
"It's always Harry isn't it? That's all you ever worry about, right?" She asked finally.
"No!" James answered with a laugh. "I worry about you, I worry about Sirius, I worry about Remus, I worry about Snape. Hell, I even worry about Lucious Malfoy sometimes." He finished grinning at her.
"Oh, well now I know why you can't find time to worry about yourself." Hermione answered sarcastically. James chuckled and slid his arm around her waist. Hermione sighed and buried her head in his chest, content with their current situation.
"You know what?" James murmured in her ear.
"What?" Hermione pulled away and gazed up at him lovingly.
"If you weren't so young, I would be on the floor begging you to marry me."
"Oh, well, you could always just wait, James." Hermione said lightly. "And. I don't think that would have gone over very well with my father, if he had found out about the age gap."
"Oh yeah? Do you miss your parents?"
"I hate to sound cruel," Hermione said with a sigh. "But I don't miss them that much." James chuckled.
"I didn't miss my mother when she died." He replied. "And you know what? I don't think little brother did either. Oops!" James closed his mouth a second too late.
"You have a brother?" Hermione asked in shock.
"No." James muttered, turning his head away. Hermione plunked her hands on her hips.
"James! Don't just hint on it and turn away!" she reached up and straightened his ragged, unclean robes across his chest.
"Yes, I have a brother, happy?" James gave in with a sigh.
"Yes, I'm very happy. Now tell me, what's your little brothers' name?"
End of chapter. I'm so evil. Heh, heh, heh
