Ok, I'm back, but not for long. Major stuff I got to do by Wednesday and
so, I'm doing this really quickly so I'm not keeping you guys wait for
another week! Thanks for all the reviews they really do help! If I'm
spelling or doing something wrong, please tell me because I don't have a
lot of time to read over it and see what I messed up on. Yeah, I kind of
realized after I wrote it that Ginny's not supposed to be in the same room.
From now on, I'll try to remember that. ;)
Hopefully this chapter won't be confuesing. The first parts are sort of little things that happen and the end is what makes this chapter so long, and hopefully not too mind-racking! It's going to be long so hang in there!
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Hermione raced up the stairs, into the dark boys' dormitory. She jumped on an empty bed by a window and figured it was Ron's. She was out of breath and laughed warmly and quieted down quickly when she remembered people were trying to sleep. Ron slowly walked over, just watching silently. This was so unlike her. Something must have happened tonight, between those two, whispered a thought in Ron's head. No way, Harry would have told me, Ron thought back and he hated himself for feeling a stab of slight jealously in his stomach.
Harry stirred and mumbled sleepy nonsense. Ron sighed, "Well, I dunno why I'm letting you stay in here, but you probably want to talk to---uhh, yeah," Ron muttered and he left the room embarrassed.
Hermione rolled her eyes and crept off the bed and kneeled on the side of Harry's bed. She gently pulled his glasses off, guessing that he forgot to take them off. He grunted and slowly opened his eyes, startled to see Hermione right in front of him.
"Hey...wh-what are you doing up here?" Harry asked sleepily, smiling delicately.
"I'll tell you tomorrow, I just wanted to say goodnight," She said and was thankful it was so dark. The moonlight's rays dimly lit the room to a shade of deep blue, though Harry couldn't see her blushing.
"Hmmm, goodnight 'Mione," He whispered sleepily, his eyes struggling to keep open, "Sweet dreams." He tenderly moved forward and kissed her on the lips.
She kissed him back and got up, "Night," and she tiptoed out, her knees weak. He watched her leave through drowsy eyes and closed them finally when he heard her footsteps reach the bottom of the stairs. He never felt so happy to be kissed goodnight for the first time.
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The sun rose above Hogwarts's glittering towers the next morning, shining brighter now that the storm has passed. Hermione got up early that day and silently got ready for her classes. Slowly, the girls got up from their beds and joined her and then left to breakfast. Before Lavender left the room, Hermione grabbed her shoulder.
"Lavender! I need to talk to you," Hermione said with about four heavy books in her hands.
"Hermione, I'm SO sorry about last night. We were being immature, but we were only curious about---" Lavender pleaded.
"No, no, forget that," Hermione shook her head and a wave of relief passed over Lavender's face, "I just wanted to tell you...well, if Ron comes up to you today, listen, ok?"
"Ron? Ron Weasley?" Lavender asked and she blushed, "Of course," And she skipped off to breakfast.
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Harry walked off to Transfiguration later that afternoon. The long halls were cluttered with groups of students, most of them still talking about the dance. Mostly, the chattering groups were made of younger year girls, shrieking whenever a boy's name was mentioned. None of them went up to Harry, but they watched him pass by, either too embarrassed to ask or predicting that the Boy Who Lived would surely have a date. He turned the corner when he was stopped by one of the last person he wanted to see.
"Oh, Harry, hi," She said and she flipped her long, black hair. It was Cho Chang and surprisingly she didn't have her group of friends hanging around.
"Err...hi, Cho," Harry said, knowing he was pretty sure why she decided to finally talk to him this year.
"Well, I don't have a date for the dance and I was wondering if I could go with you," She asked confidently. She was very pretty but he didn't see what he liked about her just a few years ago.
"Uhh...I'm sorry to let you down, Cho, but I already have a date," He said, wondering whatever happened to that Michael kid that she went out with after they broke up.
"Oh," She said and looked shocked. He felt a pang of anger when he saw the look on her face, like she was expecting he was waiting for her to ask him to the dance.
She turned around and walked away slowly but she whipped around, tears on the rims of her eyes, "I'm just curious, even though it's none of my business. Who's your date?"
"Hermione...Granger," Harry stammered.
"Oh ok," She said shortly. She let out a short, aggravated sigh and strode away.
Harry knew he would have done anything to have her ask him to the dance two or three years ago, but it was different now. He forgot all about it though, when he saw Ron running up to him, almost tripping over his own feet.
"H-h-harry!" Ron coughed and he inhaled deeply, "I---asked, I asked Lavender to the dance after Charms, and she---she said yes!" He said enthusiastically.
"Hey! That's great!" Harry said brightly and they walked into the classroom and sat down in their desks.
"Yeah, I know. She's great," Ron smiled.
"I meant the dance," Harry said.
"Isn't that what I said?" Ron asked innocently and he laughed, remembering Christmas day, "So, how's your morning been?" He flipped his book open to the right page.
"Ha! You wouldn't believe who came up to me today...," Harry said and told Ron the story.
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Harry and Hermione split up as usual to go to their detentions. It was the night before the dance and thankfully they didn't have detention the next day. Hermione climbed up the stairs, passing portraits that waved to tried to start up a conversation with her. She arrived in Trelawney's classroom right on time and started to read the book of Divination. She only had a few more chapters until she was finished and the tedious paragraphs were so hard to read after a long time.
Trelawney was gliding around the room, fixing her trinkets and contraptions on her walls. She looked over Hermione's shoulder at the page she was reading.
"Ahh, yes, 'Mind Gazing'," Trelawney said out loud. For some, it takes years to master, others it takes seconds. Fickle spell. It took me three days." She boasted and lingered around, reading the page occasionally.
"It says it requires and wand. If I remember clearly, the world of Divination needs only your 'Mind, Body, and Spirit'," Hermione reminded her smartly.
Trelawney bit her lip and grabbed a chair in front of Hermione at the small table they sat. She took her own wand from out of the layers of her glittering shawls. Hermione was surprised she even kept a wand. She turned the schoolbook in her direction and read the page.
"Since I sense you don't believe me, Miss Granger, shall I demonstrate? Mind Gazing, if done correctly, can let you see into the deepest memories in the depths of a person's mind. Both good and bad memories, in no particular order," She stopped and grabbed Hermione's small planner, "Is this yours?"
Hermione nodded and Trelawney continued. Hermione mentally prayed that Trelawney wouldn't do what she thought she would, "You see, you need someone's personal belonging to see into their memories. You take your wand and gently place the tip of it in the center of the item. This is the hardest part, where your mind comes in. You just can't say silly words and wave your wand. You concentrate." Trelawney closed her eyes and placed her wand on Hermione's planner.
"You're going to see my memories!? Don't I have---," Hermione interrupted.
"Do you want to see how this works or not?" Trelawney frowned and Hermione crossed her arms and kept quiet, "As I was saying, you concentrate and think of a memory you shared with that person. Let's see if I remember the day you left my classroom." She glared and closed her eyes again. She sat there in deep thought for a minute until she re-opened her eyes. She pressed her fingers to her temple and winced, her head throbbing. Then she opened Hermione's planner. Hermione couldn't believe what she was seeing.
On the pages of her planner, she was watching her memories. As she did, she had the strangest feeling, the feeling when you think someone is behind you, watching your every move.
"Every object is different that you cast the spell on. For this, every page you turn is a new memory," She turned the page and the previous page was covered with a new memory, "You need to figure out how to trigger a new memory for the object, and that can take some time."
Hermione hated Trelawney for watching her personal memories and wanted to snatch her planner away. But she didn't and was curious, almost, about this spell and how it worked.
Trelawney flipped through the pages, explaining some more about how the Mind Gazing worked. One page was of when she got her expectance letter to Hogwarts. It was amazing, they could hear everything, her voice, her excited parents...She almost forgot how happy she was that day. It was one of the best days of her life.
They passed by more memories, some with her in her 5th year, her 2nd year, and they stopped at one in her third year. She was in the middle of tall hooded Dementors, with Harry and Sirius Black. Luckily, Trelawney couldn't make out who Black was; that would be a hard one to explain. She stomach sunk when she thought of Sirius, but all of a sudden, a shadow seemed to fall on her and she felt cold and weak. She felt her mind slipping and she started to close her eyes...
Trelawney flipped the page and the feeling disappeared, "I'm-I'm fine," Hermione whispered when she saw concern on Trelawney's face. "What happened? It was almost like---"
"Yes," Trelawney seemed to be reading her mind, "The most powerful memories of a person can be so strong, you can feel the feelings that they felt. I felt them, and since you're so close to your own memories here, you remembered and felt it too. If you were out of the room, you wouldn't of felt a thing." Trelawney explained. She shook the awful feeling away from her and stared at Hermione. She was dumbfounded that this young lady had experienced something like that.
Trelawney flipped the pages for the last time and it took Hermione a second to realize was memory she was watching. It was raining and the ground was covered in mud and water. She could hear the thunder and the rain hitting the ground. Harry was against a wall, his broom in hand. As for herself, she was leaning closer to him...
Hermione snatched the book away from Trelawney's sight. She collected her things in a rushed manner and practically ran out of the room. She couldn't believe she took so long to take the book from her, she didn't want anyone seeing her personal memories with Harry. She didn't want to see the look on Trelawney's face and she realized she had stayed almost an extra half-hour in detention. She opened her planner again and the pages were blank except for her scribbled writing.
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Well, I hoped you liked it. And that Mind Gazing thing wasn't just a page filler, it has some sort of meaning, so I hope you got it and will try to remember it for later! LOL but anyways, thanks for reading again, I'm so happy!
Hopefully this chapter won't be confuesing. The first parts are sort of little things that happen and the end is what makes this chapter so long, and hopefully not too mind-racking! It's going to be long so hang in there!
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Hermione raced up the stairs, into the dark boys' dormitory. She jumped on an empty bed by a window and figured it was Ron's. She was out of breath and laughed warmly and quieted down quickly when she remembered people were trying to sleep. Ron slowly walked over, just watching silently. This was so unlike her. Something must have happened tonight, between those two, whispered a thought in Ron's head. No way, Harry would have told me, Ron thought back and he hated himself for feeling a stab of slight jealously in his stomach.
Harry stirred and mumbled sleepy nonsense. Ron sighed, "Well, I dunno why I'm letting you stay in here, but you probably want to talk to---uhh, yeah," Ron muttered and he left the room embarrassed.
Hermione rolled her eyes and crept off the bed and kneeled on the side of Harry's bed. She gently pulled his glasses off, guessing that he forgot to take them off. He grunted and slowly opened his eyes, startled to see Hermione right in front of him.
"Hey...wh-what are you doing up here?" Harry asked sleepily, smiling delicately.
"I'll tell you tomorrow, I just wanted to say goodnight," She said and was thankful it was so dark. The moonlight's rays dimly lit the room to a shade of deep blue, though Harry couldn't see her blushing.
"Hmmm, goodnight 'Mione," He whispered sleepily, his eyes struggling to keep open, "Sweet dreams." He tenderly moved forward and kissed her on the lips.
She kissed him back and got up, "Night," and she tiptoed out, her knees weak. He watched her leave through drowsy eyes and closed them finally when he heard her footsteps reach the bottom of the stairs. He never felt so happy to be kissed goodnight for the first time.
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The sun rose above Hogwarts's glittering towers the next morning, shining brighter now that the storm has passed. Hermione got up early that day and silently got ready for her classes. Slowly, the girls got up from their beds and joined her and then left to breakfast. Before Lavender left the room, Hermione grabbed her shoulder.
"Lavender! I need to talk to you," Hermione said with about four heavy books in her hands.
"Hermione, I'm SO sorry about last night. We were being immature, but we were only curious about---" Lavender pleaded.
"No, no, forget that," Hermione shook her head and a wave of relief passed over Lavender's face, "I just wanted to tell you...well, if Ron comes up to you today, listen, ok?"
"Ron? Ron Weasley?" Lavender asked and she blushed, "Of course," And she skipped off to breakfast.
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Harry walked off to Transfiguration later that afternoon. The long halls were cluttered with groups of students, most of them still talking about the dance. Mostly, the chattering groups were made of younger year girls, shrieking whenever a boy's name was mentioned. None of them went up to Harry, but they watched him pass by, either too embarrassed to ask or predicting that the Boy Who Lived would surely have a date. He turned the corner when he was stopped by one of the last person he wanted to see.
"Oh, Harry, hi," She said and she flipped her long, black hair. It was Cho Chang and surprisingly she didn't have her group of friends hanging around.
"Err...hi, Cho," Harry said, knowing he was pretty sure why she decided to finally talk to him this year.
"Well, I don't have a date for the dance and I was wondering if I could go with you," She asked confidently. She was very pretty but he didn't see what he liked about her just a few years ago.
"Uhh...I'm sorry to let you down, Cho, but I already have a date," He said, wondering whatever happened to that Michael kid that she went out with after they broke up.
"Oh," She said and looked shocked. He felt a pang of anger when he saw the look on her face, like she was expecting he was waiting for her to ask him to the dance.
She turned around and walked away slowly but she whipped around, tears on the rims of her eyes, "I'm just curious, even though it's none of my business. Who's your date?"
"Hermione...Granger," Harry stammered.
"Oh ok," She said shortly. She let out a short, aggravated sigh and strode away.
Harry knew he would have done anything to have her ask him to the dance two or three years ago, but it was different now. He forgot all about it though, when he saw Ron running up to him, almost tripping over his own feet.
"H-h-harry!" Ron coughed and he inhaled deeply, "I---asked, I asked Lavender to the dance after Charms, and she---she said yes!" He said enthusiastically.
"Hey! That's great!" Harry said brightly and they walked into the classroom and sat down in their desks.
"Yeah, I know. She's great," Ron smiled.
"I meant the dance," Harry said.
"Isn't that what I said?" Ron asked innocently and he laughed, remembering Christmas day, "So, how's your morning been?" He flipped his book open to the right page.
"Ha! You wouldn't believe who came up to me today...," Harry said and told Ron the story.
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Harry and Hermione split up as usual to go to their detentions. It was the night before the dance and thankfully they didn't have detention the next day. Hermione climbed up the stairs, passing portraits that waved to tried to start up a conversation with her. She arrived in Trelawney's classroom right on time and started to read the book of Divination. She only had a few more chapters until she was finished and the tedious paragraphs were so hard to read after a long time.
Trelawney was gliding around the room, fixing her trinkets and contraptions on her walls. She looked over Hermione's shoulder at the page she was reading.
"Ahh, yes, 'Mind Gazing'," Trelawney said out loud. For some, it takes years to master, others it takes seconds. Fickle spell. It took me three days." She boasted and lingered around, reading the page occasionally.
"It says it requires and wand. If I remember clearly, the world of Divination needs only your 'Mind, Body, and Spirit'," Hermione reminded her smartly.
Trelawney bit her lip and grabbed a chair in front of Hermione at the small table they sat. She took her own wand from out of the layers of her glittering shawls. Hermione was surprised she even kept a wand. She turned the schoolbook in her direction and read the page.
"Since I sense you don't believe me, Miss Granger, shall I demonstrate? Mind Gazing, if done correctly, can let you see into the deepest memories in the depths of a person's mind. Both good and bad memories, in no particular order," She stopped and grabbed Hermione's small planner, "Is this yours?"
Hermione nodded and Trelawney continued. Hermione mentally prayed that Trelawney wouldn't do what she thought she would, "You see, you need someone's personal belonging to see into their memories. You take your wand and gently place the tip of it in the center of the item. This is the hardest part, where your mind comes in. You just can't say silly words and wave your wand. You concentrate." Trelawney closed her eyes and placed her wand on Hermione's planner.
"You're going to see my memories!? Don't I have---," Hermione interrupted.
"Do you want to see how this works or not?" Trelawney frowned and Hermione crossed her arms and kept quiet, "As I was saying, you concentrate and think of a memory you shared with that person. Let's see if I remember the day you left my classroom." She glared and closed her eyes again. She sat there in deep thought for a minute until she re-opened her eyes. She pressed her fingers to her temple and winced, her head throbbing. Then she opened Hermione's planner. Hermione couldn't believe what she was seeing.
On the pages of her planner, she was watching her memories. As she did, she had the strangest feeling, the feeling when you think someone is behind you, watching your every move.
"Every object is different that you cast the spell on. For this, every page you turn is a new memory," She turned the page and the previous page was covered with a new memory, "You need to figure out how to trigger a new memory for the object, and that can take some time."
Hermione hated Trelawney for watching her personal memories and wanted to snatch her planner away. But she didn't and was curious, almost, about this spell and how it worked.
Trelawney flipped through the pages, explaining some more about how the Mind Gazing worked. One page was of when she got her expectance letter to Hogwarts. It was amazing, they could hear everything, her voice, her excited parents...She almost forgot how happy she was that day. It was one of the best days of her life.
They passed by more memories, some with her in her 5th year, her 2nd year, and they stopped at one in her third year. She was in the middle of tall hooded Dementors, with Harry and Sirius Black. Luckily, Trelawney couldn't make out who Black was; that would be a hard one to explain. She stomach sunk when she thought of Sirius, but all of a sudden, a shadow seemed to fall on her and she felt cold and weak. She felt her mind slipping and she started to close her eyes...
Trelawney flipped the page and the feeling disappeared, "I'm-I'm fine," Hermione whispered when she saw concern on Trelawney's face. "What happened? It was almost like---"
"Yes," Trelawney seemed to be reading her mind, "The most powerful memories of a person can be so strong, you can feel the feelings that they felt. I felt them, and since you're so close to your own memories here, you remembered and felt it too. If you were out of the room, you wouldn't of felt a thing." Trelawney explained. She shook the awful feeling away from her and stared at Hermione. She was dumbfounded that this young lady had experienced something like that.
Trelawney flipped the pages for the last time and it took Hermione a second to realize was memory she was watching. It was raining and the ground was covered in mud and water. She could hear the thunder and the rain hitting the ground. Harry was against a wall, his broom in hand. As for herself, she was leaning closer to him...
Hermione snatched the book away from Trelawney's sight. She collected her things in a rushed manner and practically ran out of the room. She couldn't believe she took so long to take the book from her, she didn't want anyone seeing her personal memories with Harry. She didn't want to see the look on Trelawney's face and she realized she had stayed almost an extra half-hour in detention. She opened her planner again and the pages were blank except for her scribbled writing.
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Well, I hoped you liked it. And that Mind Gazing thing wasn't just a page filler, it has some sort of meaning, so I hope you got it and will try to remember it for later! LOL but anyways, thanks for reading again, I'm so happy!
