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"H-hey, Hermione." Said a very nervous Neville.
Hermione sighed. This was it, she thought. This was it.
Taking Neville's hand, she walked down the streets of Hogsmeade with him, catching more than a few glances along the way. Ron (or Harry) was nowhere to be seen, though. Hermione wondered why. But she pushed that to the back of her mind, and tried to enjoy her date with Neville.
And it wasn't hard. Hermione had a wonderful time, checking out all of the stores, talking to Neville and even wiping butterbeer off of Neville's nose at the three broomsticks.
"Oh... my!" she said in shock, after realizing what she had done. "Neville... I'm so sorry... it's just that, I'm so used to doing it for my baby sister, and-"
"You have a baby sister?" asked Neville with interest.
"Well... yes, I do! She was born on Christmas in my sixth year. My parents called her an "angel baby." And she is, she's so cute and..."
"Like you..." said Neville dreamily.
"Oh, why... thanks, Neville."
Neville seemed to realize what he'd done.
"Sorry..." he said, growing more scarlet than he ever had.
"Don't be." Said Hermione suddenly. Neville looked up hopefully, and Hermione beamed at him. This was a great Valentine's Day. Maybe... if people got around to accepting it, a relationship with Neville could work out...
Speak of the devil, Malfoy, in a grand swagger, strode on in through the shop entrance. He took one look at Hermione and Malfoy gazing at each other, and then- this was unexpected- he laughed out loud. He just LAUGHED out loud.
Hermione was immediately up. "Malfoy!" she said firmly. "Some people are trying to enjoy their stay here! Would you kindly just stop laughing... oh, what the heck, LEAVE! No one wants you!"
"This is sure interesting!" he said, stopping his laugh. "The Head Girl... is going out with the WORST STUDENT to ever come into Hogwarts!"
"I have absolutely no intention to go out with YOU, Malfoy."
This made Malfoy stop.
"Mudblood." He hissed under his teeth. "Filthy, stinking Mudblood. When the Dark Lord comes back here... with his Death Eaters..."
"Oh, but I have the impression that Voldemort is currently on the run somewhere near Antarctica, and the Death Eaters are all in Azkaban."
Malfoy smirked. And then he left.
"That... little..." mumbled Hermione, trying to regain her composure. She had a date right now!
She then lost herself in many more fun activities with Neville.
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It was about 3:09. The Hogwarts crowds had now satisfied their food and drink needs, and were now at the joke shops and such.
Hermione and Neville were at a café table unusually set up in an alleyway. They had been talking, but now, they were just gazing at each other and enjoying each other's presence.
"Hermione..." said Neville finally, "You know, you were the only one I felt comfortable asking out?"
"Oh?" said Hermione surprised. But then again, she really shouldn't be...
"Because... you are..." Neville broke off his sentence, and leaned over the café table towards Hermione. "Are... so..."
Hermione leaned in slightly. Were they going to kiss? She didn't know if she was ready... but it was too late now... they were closer... closer...
Neville angled his head slightly, and Hermione almost drew back. She had thought this was just going to be a sweet kiss, but Neville looked serious. Hermione had no idea how he even knew how to kiss seriously, and she knew that SHE didn't know. But before she could decide weather to go with it or not, she was pulled in.
Literally, pulled in. Neville seized Hermione in his arms, and pulled her so hard that her waist went onto the café table. And then, she was hit with the deepest and post passionate kiss she had ever known.
And she didn't like it one bit.
"GMMPH... OOOOOOMMMPPFFFF!" she screamed, or attempted to, while Neville's mouth was locked around hers. Neville just pulled her in harder, and the small café table was knocked to the side. Hermione lost her footing, and fell. Her mouth broke from Neville's, with saliva spraying. She tried to get up, but Neville held her down.
"HHHHHEEEEEELLLLLLLLPPPPPPMMMPPPPHHHH!" she screamed, but Neville had put his mouth over hers again. This wasn't kissing! Thought Hermione as she desperately fought. This was... was...
But before she could finish thinking, Neville broke the kiss, and looked to the heavens, as if to thank them for his opportunity to kiss Hermione. This just made Hermione so mad that she started to cry. He hadn't kissed her! He had taken advantage of her! Taken advantage of her and ENJOYED it! Hermione began to cry some more.
"Quiet!" hissed Neville. "Hermione, I'm asking you this favor-"
"SHUT UP! I WON'T-!"
"No, but-!"
"SHUT UP!" Hermione started to run.
Neville grabbed her by the arm.
"Hermione... I ... I..."
"What!?" shouted Hermione, wanting to hear the favor just so she could say no.
Neville looked into Hermione's eyes, and, for one second, Hermione made the mistake of almost forgiving him. He was lost, he probably had been dreaming of kissing someone for years, yet he never had the chance... he probably got so desperate, that...
And right when Hermione was about to forgive him, Neville grabbed her, and threw her to the floor. Hermione wasn't really hurt, it was a soft throw, but she was worried.
"NOW!" shouted Neville. He put both of his hands on Hermione's shirt...
"No..." gasped Hermione, "Not there, not my shirt..."
Neville attempted to force Hermione's shirt over her head, but Hermione was way too mad to let him completely succeed. And she, under no circumstances at all, wanted Neville to see anything at all!
But Neville, driven by years of suppressed hormones, was able to get Hermione's left arm out of her sleeve.
The whole left side of Hermione's shirt fell down and towards the center of her body, and then, Hermione realized that her bra was exposed.
She, while in total and complete horror, looked up at Neville, and the look on his face pushed her over the edge.
He, in some way, seemed to be hypnotized at the sight of Hermione's bra. That... PERVERT!
Hermione leapt up harder than she ever knew she could, sending Neville sprawling. But that wasn't all she was going to do, walking over to the sprawled Neville, and with tears of hatred and rage coming down fast, she socked him over and over, as hard as she could, making such a good job of it that she knew Madame Pomfrey was going to have a job fixing him up to even half of his original shape.
And then, she ran. She ran, tears flying backwards in her wake.
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"H-hey, Hermione." Said a very nervous Neville.
Hermione sighed. This was it, she thought. This was it.
Taking Neville's hand, she walked down the streets of Hogsmeade with him, catching more than a few glances along the way. Ron (or Harry) was nowhere to be seen, though. Hermione wondered why. But she pushed that to the back of her mind, and tried to enjoy her date with Neville.
And it wasn't hard. Hermione had a wonderful time, checking out all of the stores, talking to Neville and even wiping butterbeer off of Neville's nose at the three broomsticks.
"Oh... my!" she said in shock, after realizing what she had done. "Neville... I'm so sorry... it's just that, I'm so used to doing it for my baby sister, and-"
"You have a baby sister?" asked Neville with interest.
"Well... yes, I do! She was born on Christmas in my sixth year. My parents called her an "angel baby." And she is, she's so cute and..."
"Like you..." said Neville dreamily.
"Oh, why... thanks, Neville."
Neville seemed to realize what he'd done.
"Sorry..." he said, growing more scarlet than he ever had.
"Don't be." Said Hermione suddenly. Neville looked up hopefully, and Hermione beamed at him. This was a great Valentine's Day. Maybe... if people got around to accepting it, a relationship with Neville could work out...
Speak of the devil, Malfoy, in a grand swagger, strode on in through the shop entrance. He took one look at Hermione and Malfoy gazing at each other, and then- this was unexpected- he laughed out loud. He just LAUGHED out loud.
Hermione was immediately up. "Malfoy!" she said firmly. "Some people are trying to enjoy their stay here! Would you kindly just stop laughing... oh, what the heck, LEAVE! No one wants you!"
"This is sure interesting!" he said, stopping his laugh. "The Head Girl... is going out with the WORST STUDENT to ever come into Hogwarts!"
"I have absolutely no intention to go out with YOU, Malfoy."
This made Malfoy stop.
"Mudblood." He hissed under his teeth. "Filthy, stinking Mudblood. When the Dark Lord comes back here... with his Death Eaters..."
"Oh, but I have the impression that Voldemort is currently on the run somewhere near Antarctica, and the Death Eaters are all in Azkaban."
Malfoy smirked. And then he left.
"That... little..." mumbled Hermione, trying to regain her composure. She had a date right now!
She then lost herself in many more fun activities with Neville.
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It was about 3:09. The Hogwarts crowds had now satisfied their food and drink needs, and were now at the joke shops and such.
Hermione and Neville were at a café table unusually set up in an alleyway. They had been talking, but now, they were just gazing at each other and enjoying each other's presence.
"Hermione..." said Neville finally, "You know, you were the only one I felt comfortable asking out?"
"Oh?" said Hermione surprised. But then again, she really shouldn't be...
"Because... you are..." Neville broke off his sentence, and leaned over the café table towards Hermione. "Are... so..."
Hermione leaned in slightly. Were they going to kiss? She didn't know if she was ready... but it was too late now... they were closer... closer...
Neville angled his head slightly, and Hermione almost drew back. She had thought this was just going to be a sweet kiss, but Neville looked serious. Hermione had no idea how he even knew how to kiss seriously, and she knew that SHE didn't know. But before she could decide weather to go with it or not, she was pulled in.
Literally, pulled in. Neville seized Hermione in his arms, and pulled her so hard that her waist went onto the café table. And then, she was hit with the deepest and post passionate kiss she had ever known.
And she didn't like it one bit.
"GMMPH... OOOOOOMMMPPFFFF!" she screamed, or attempted to, while Neville's mouth was locked around hers. Neville just pulled her in harder, and the small café table was knocked to the side. Hermione lost her footing, and fell. Her mouth broke from Neville's, with saliva spraying. She tried to get up, but Neville held her down.
"HHHHHEEEEEELLLLLLLLPPPPPPMMMPPPPHHHH!" she screamed, but Neville had put his mouth over hers again. This wasn't kissing! Thought Hermione as she desperately fought. This was... was...
But before she could finish thinking, Neville broke the kiss, and looked to the heavens, as if to thank them for his opportunity to kiss Hermione. This just made Hermione so mad that she started to cry. He hadn't kissed her! He had taken advantage of her! Taken advantage of her and ENJOYED it! Hermione began to cry some more.
"Quiet!" hissed Neville. "Hermione, I'm asking you this favor-"
"SHUT UP! I WON'T-!"
"No, but-!"
"SHUT UP!" Hermione started to run.
Neville grabbed her by the arm.
"Hermione... I ... I..."
"What!?" shouted Hermione, wanting to hear the favor just so she could say no.
Neville looked into Hermione's eyes, and, for one second, Hermione made the mistake of almost forgiving him. He was lost, he probably had been dreaming of kissing someone for years, yet he never had the chance... he probably got so desperate, that...
And right when Hermione was about to forgive him, Neville grabbed her, and threw her to the floor. Hermione wasn't really hurt, it was a soft throw, but she was worried.
"NOW!" shouted Neville. He put both of his hands on Hermione's shirt...
"No..." gasped Hermione, "Not there, not my shirt..."
Neville attempted to force Hermione's shirt over her head, but Hermione was way too mad to let him completely succeed. And she, under no circumstances at all, wanted Neville to see anything at all!
But Neville, driven by years of suppressed hormones, was able to get Hermione's left arm out of her sleeve.
The whole left side of Hermione's shirt fell down and towards the center of her body, and then, Hermione realized that her bra was exposed.
She, while in total and complete horror, looked up at Neville, and the look on his face pushed her over the edge.
He, in some way, seemed to be hypnotized at the sight of Hermione's bra. That... PERVERT!
Hermione leapt up harder than she ever knew she could, sending Neville sprawling. But that wasn't all she was going to do, walking over to the sprawled Neville, and with tears of hatred and rage coming down fast, she socked him over and over, as hard as she could, making such a good job of it that she knew Madame Pomfrey was going to have a job fixing him up to even half of his original shape.
And then, she ran. She ran, tears flying backwards in her wake.
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