Another chapter right after the last. Yay.
This basically means that I've given you no chance to review, and you'll find out what happens next without reviewing anyway.
So... to combat this... review the last chapter if you haven't. Now. Please?
Oh, darn.
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Harry sat alone in the common room, despite the fact that it was Valentine's Day, and everyone, with a date or without, was in Hogsmeade.
He hadn't talked to, sat next to, or even looked at Ron during the whole day. And he knew Ron wasn't doing the same. He didn't blame him at all. Harry didn't think he'd even talk to himself if he ever nearly seriously hurt himself like that.
Hermione obviously knew that they weren't talking, but she only guessed the reason half-right. She thought it was only because of the asking out controversy, but she didn't know about Harry's losing control experience. Harry had fixed up the wall after he had come to his senses (it took all of his seventh-year magic experience to do it.)
So, Harry, all alone, had all of this to think about.
He looked at his watch. It was 3:30. Still a few hours before even the earliest would be back.
So it wasn't a surprise at all that Harry was thoroughly shocked when Hermione came bursting in through the portrait hole, absolutely bawling.
"H-Hermione!?" said Harry in shock, standing up right away. Hermione was out of breath, crying harder than she ever had in her life, and she was against sealed the portrait hole, pounding her fists against it, as if to seal it even more.
Hermione seemed to not have heard her at first, and kept on crying. But Harry, very reluctantly (and nervously, of course), put a hand on her shoulder.
"Hermione?"
Hermione whipped around to see Harry staring at her with concern in his eyes. His look alone seemed to comfort her, and she threw her head into his chest.
"Hey- it... er... it'll be okay?" said Harry, confused.
"Oh..." sobbed Hermione, still crying, "No it won't... it... IT WON'T... it won't... it never will, never, NEVER! Oh, Harry! Harry, Harry, Harry..."
She was sobbing harder than before, her head pressed hard against Harry's chest. However, that wasn't the only part of her that was pressed against his body, and this other part of her made Harry feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Er... wabba..." was all Harry could get out, sweating profusely. He knew he should be worried about Hermione, not... well... HERMIONE, but he couldn't help it at the moment. So he sat back down in the chair, with much of Hermione still firmly pressed against him.
"Oh... oh..." Hermione sobbed. Harry finally regained his composure, and asked,
"So... er... what's wrong...? Hermione?"
Hermione looked up at Harry, tears shining in her eyes. "Harry..." she said, her voice cracking. "He was so innocent... I took pity on him... and he used that to his advantage... HE TOOK ADVANTAGE OF ME! Me! I took pity on him, and he takes advantage of ME!"
"Who? You don't mean- no way-?"
"NEVILLE!" Hermione screamed out. "NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM ATTEMPTED TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME!"
And that's when Harry noticed that Hermione's short-sleeved shirt was only fully on one arm, her right one, the other side hung loosely off of the side of her body, with the sleeve hanging free, and Harry could clearly see the part of her bra that covered her left breast.
This was too much, and, with a stiff "Ohmyo," he lost his composure, and fell off of the chair sideways.
"Ow!" grunted Harry, rubbing his head. Hermione giggled.
"Harry... you know how to cheer me up. You always did..."
"I did?" said Harry in amazement. "Oh, I mean... yeah, I guess I did."
Hermione giggled again.
"See, there you go again. Harry... you are... great."
Harry didn't say anything this time, but he went along with it. Obviously, it was working.
"But... I still can't believe..."
"Hermione," said Harry seriously, "Just what happened?"
Hermione sighed. "Harry, you are one true and great friend. I can tell you this... I hope..."
Harry nodded. "You can."
Hermione nodded too. She took a deep breath, and began.
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It was a rather warm Valentine's Day. Hermione didn't even need to wear a sweater, or even a long-sleeved shirt. And she was going to Hogsmeade with Neville.
She, to be truly honest, didn't want to go to Hogsmeade with Neville. He was kind of a geek.
Don't say that! Said a very firm voice in the back of her head. That would be so mean and insensitive... and wasn't Hermione Granger always a spokesperson for kindness and sensitivity?
Yes, Hermione thought, that would be mean to think that. Neville was certainly NOT a geek. In fact, she, who was averaging "outstanding" in all of her classes, would have to be called a geek before Neville.
But still...
She didn't really love Neville. Yes, she thought he was very nice and sometimes, rarely, but sometimes charming, but still, not someone she'd be truly interested in. She hadn't even asked Neville to go, Neville had asked her. And she couldn't really refuse, could she? No, that voice in her head wouldn't let her.
But things could still change today, Hermione thought. Things could change... people could have secret sides that no one ever knew about... maybe, on that date with Neville, maybe her view of Neville might shift, or even be changed forever.
She had no idea of just how right she was going to be.
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Ooh, cliffhanger! Not really, as you know what happened between Hermione and Neville, but next chapter, which starts out in Hermione's point of view, you'll know EXACTLY what happened... in detail!
But next chapter can never happen... if you don't review! Actually, I'll probably post it anyway... and on time, too... but reviews egg me along! Wink! Wink!
This basically means that I've given you no chance to review, and you'll find out what happens next without reviewing anyway.
So... to combat this... review the last chapter if you haven't. Now. Please?
Oh, darn.
__________
Harry sat alone in the common room, despite the fact that it was Valentine's Day, and everyone, with a date or without, was in Hogsmeade.
He hadn't talked to, sat next to, or even looked at Ron during the whole day. And he knew Ron wasn't doing the same. He didn't blame him at all. Harry didn't think he'd even talk to himself if he ever nearly seriously hurt himself like that.
Hermione obviously knew that they weren't talking, but she only guessed the reason half-right. She thought it was only because of the asking out controversy, but she didn't know about Harry's losing control experience. Harry had fixed up the wall after he had come to his senses (it took all of his seventh-year magic experience to do it.)
So, Harry, all alone, had all of this to think about.
He looked at his watch. It was 3:30. Still a few hours before even the earliest would be back.
So it wasn't a surprise at all that Harry was thoroughly shocked when Hermione came bursting in through the portrait hole, absolutely bawling.
"H-Hermione!?" said Harry in shock, standing up right away. Hermione was out of breath, crying harder than she ever had in her life, and she was against sealed the portrait hole, pounding her fists against it, as if to seal it even more.
Hermione seemed to not have heard her at first, and kept on crying. But Harry, very reluctantly (and nervously, of course), put a hand on her shoulder.
"Hermione?"
Hermione whipped around to see Harry staring at her with concern in his eyes. His look alone seemed to comfort her, and she threw her head into his chest.
"Hey- it... er... it'll be okay?" said Harry, confused.
"Oh..." sobbed Hermione, still crying, "No it won't... it... IT WON'T... it won't... it never will, never, NEVER! Oh, Harry! Harry, Harry, Harry..."
She was sobbing harder than before, her head pressed hard against Harry's chest. However, that wasn't the only part of her that was pressed against his body, and this other part of her made Harry feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Er... wabba..." was all Harry could get out, sweating profusely. He knew he should be worried about Hermione, not... well... HERMIONE, but he couldn't help it at the moment. So he sat back down in the chair, with much of Hermione still firmly pressed against him.
"Oh... oh..." Hermione sobbed. Harry finally regained his composure, and asked,
"So... er... what's wrong...? Hermione?"
Hermione looked up at Harry, tears shining in her eyes. "Harry..." she said, her voice cracking. "He was so innocent... I took pity on him... and he used that to his advantage... HE TOOK ADVANTAGE OF ME! Me! I took pity on him, and he takes advantage of ME!"
"Who? You don't mean- no way-?"
"NEVILLE!" Hermione screamed out. "NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM ATTEMPTED TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME!"
And that's when Harry noticed that Hermione's short-sleeved shirt was only fully on one arm, her right one, the other side hung loosely off of the side of her body, with the sleeve hanging free, and Harry could clearly see the part of her bra that covered her left breast.
This was too much, and, with a stiff "Ohmyo," he lost his composure, and fell off of the chair sideways.
"Ow!" grunted Harry, rubbing his head. Hermione giggled.
"Harry... you know how to cheer me up. You always did..."
"I did?" said Harry in amazement. "Oh, I mean... yeah, I guess I did."
Hermione giggled again.
"See, there you go again. Harry... you are... great."
Harry didn't say anything this time, but he went along with it. Obviously, it was working.
"But... I still can't believe..."
"Hermione," said Harry seriously, "Just what happened?"
Hermione sighed. "Harry, you are one true and great friend. I can tell you this... I hope..."
Harry nodded. "You can."
Hermione nodded too. She took a deep breath, and began.
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It was a rather warm Valentine's Day. Hermione didn't even need to wear a sweater, or even a long-sleeved shirt. And she was going to Hogsmeade with Neville.
She, to be truly honest, didn't want to go to Hogsmeade with Neville. He was kind of a geek.
Don't say that! Said a very firm voice in the back of her head. That would be so mean and insensitive... and wasn't Hermione Granger always a spokesperson for kindness and sensitivity?
Yes, Hermione thought, that would be mean to think that. Neville was certainly NOT a geek. In fact, she, who was averaging "outstanding" in all of her classes, would have to be called a geek before Neville.
But still...
She didn't really love Neville. Yes, she thought he was very nice and sometimes, rarely, but sometimes charming, but still, not someone she'd be truly interested in. She hadn't even asked Neville to go, Neville had asked her. And she couldn't really refuse, could she? No, that voice in her head wouldn't let her.
But things could still change today, Hermione thought. Things could change... people could have secret sides that no one ever knew about... maybe, on that date with Neville, maybe her view of Neville might shift, or even be changed forever.
She had no idea of just how right she was going to be.
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Ooh, cliffhanger! Not really, as you know what happened between Hermione and Neville, but next chapter, which starts out in Hermione's point of view, you'll know EXACTLY what happened... in detail!
But next chapter can never happen... if you don't review! Actually, I'll probably post it anyway... and on time, too... but reviews egg me along! Wink! Wink!