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Hermione couldn't sleep. She just lay there, staring at the ceiling. Finally she looked at her watch. It read 12:02 A.M. Quietly, without waking Ginny, she got up and went downstairs. The house was completely silent, except for Mr. Weasley's snores. She opened the front door and went out on the porch, sitting down on the swing. A million stars were sprinkled across the otherwise clear sky. She sat there for a while, trying to identify different constellations.
"You couldn't sleep either?" A voice broke her daze. Bill stood in the doorway. His muscles showed very well through his pajamas. He was so handsome.
"Yeah." Hermione replied. He walked over and sat next to her. Her heartbeat quickened. All of the sudden she felt lightheaded. "Er....so....how are you?" She asked.
"O.k." Bill looked at her. "Wow, Hermione, you've really grown up....I mean...er......you look nice" He said, whispering.
"So do you." She couldn't believe that she just blurted that out.
Bill laughed nervously. "Hermione?"
"Yes?" She looked into his eyes. He leaned toward her and brushed his lips lightly against hers.
"No, I can't. It's wrong. I'm sorry." He pulled away and stood.
"I don't mind. I like you." Hermione told him, getting up.
"I like you too. That's the problem. It's confusing, with our ages and Fleur and all." He sighed.
She reached out and touched his arm. "It's ok. I understand."
"I think I love Fleur, you know?"
"I do now." She walked inside.
"Wait, don't go. Please." Bill called to her. Hermione ran up to Ginny's room. She got in bed and immediately fell into dreamless sleep.
In the morning Hermione woke up to Ginny's voice.
"Wake up. Today Mum said we can go to Diagon Alley. We're going soon." Ginny said.
Hermione slowly got out of bed. She dressed in her robes and dawdled as long as she could. Finally she walked downstairs and into the kitchen. All eleven people sat around the table, eating a quick breakfast. Hermione poured herself a glass of orange juice, avoiding Bill's eyes. After she had taken a few sips, Fleur pulled her out onto the porch.
Listen, you, stay avay from Beel. 'E is mine." Fleur said, her voice full of poison.
"You don't own him. No one OWNS anybody." Hermione responded, trying to sound unfazed.
"You little girl, you 'ave no idea about love. Stay away."
"Is everything okay?" Bill had joined them on the porch.
Fleur gave him a big smile and said "Yes, Beel. Just a girl talk." Her eyes shot daggers at Hermione, daring her to say different.
"Okay." Bill said, looking doubtful. "We are ready to go." Fleur took his arm and, have Hermione a triumphant look, and walked inside with him.
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I tried to make Fleur accent as accurate as I could. Wow, it is so hard. You have to keep on reading it out loud to see if it's right.
Hermione couldn't sleep. She just lay there, staring at the ceiling. Finally she looked at her watch. It read 12:02 A.M. Quietly, without waking Ginny, she got up and went downstairs. The house was completely silent, except for Mr. Weasley's snores. She opened the front door and went out on the porch, sitting down on the swing. A million stars were sprinkled across the otherwise clear sky. She sat there for a while, trying to identify different constellations.
"You couldn't sleep either?" A voice broke her daze. Bill stood in the doorway. His muscles showed very well through his pajamas. He was so handsome.
"Yeah." Hermione replied. He walked over and sat next to her. Her heartbeat quickened. All of the sudden she felt lightheaded. "Er....so....how are you?" She asked.
"O.k." Bill looked at her. "Wow, Hermione, you've really grown up....I mean...er......you look nice" He said, whispering.
"So do you." She couldn't believe that she just blurted that out.
Bill laughed nervously. "Hermione?"
"Yes?" She looked into his eyes. He leaned toward her and brushed his lips lightly against hers.
"No, I can't. It's wrong. I'm sorry." He pulled away and stood.
"I don't mind. I like you." Hermione told him, getting up.
"I like you too. That's the problem. It's confusing, with our ages and Fleur and all." He sighed.
She reached out and touched his arm. "It's ok. I understand."
"I think I love Fleur, you know?"
"I do now." She walked inside.
"Wait, don't go. Please." Bill called to her. Hermione ran up to Ginny's room. She got in bed and immediately fell into dreamless sleep.
In the morning Hermione woke up to Ginny's voice.
"Wake up. Today Mum said we can go to Diagon Alley. We're going soon." Ginny said.
Hermione slowly got out of bed. She dressed in her robes and dawdled as long as she could. Finally she walked downstairs and into the kitchen. All eleven people sat around the table, eating a quick breakfast. Hermione poured herself a glass of orange juice, avoiding Bill's eyes. After she had taken a few sips, Fleur pulled her out onto the porch.
Listen, you, stay avay from Beel. 'E is mine." Fleur said, her voice full of poison.
"You don't own him. No one OWNS anybody." Hermione responded, trying to sound unfazed.
"You little girl, you 'ave no idea about love. Stay away."
"Is everything okay?" Bill had joined them on the porch.
Fleur gave him a big smile and said "Yes, Beel. Just a girl talk." Her eyes shot daggers at Hermione, daring her to say different.
"Okay." Bill said, looking doubtful. "We are ready to go." Fleur took his arm and, have Hermione a triumphant look, and walked inside with him.
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I tried to make Fleur accent as accurate as I could. Wow, it is so hard. You have to keep on reading it out loud to see if it's right.