All Gone Wrong
By yellow duck
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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry, Hermione, Ron, George, Ginny,
etc. I wish I did, but J.K. Rowling made them up first.
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Chapter Three: More than Friends?
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When Hermione regained consciousness, she could smell the scent of bacon and coffee wafting through the flat. Parvati, her roommate, must be up already. She opened her eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the light. It took almost a full minute for her to realize she wasn't at home. Where was she?
"Oh my god! This is Harry's flat! How did I get here?" Then last night came back to her. She was very, very glad the night had ended with her taking the de-liquoring potion, and falling peacefully asleep. Who knows what she would've done after all that alcohol? She shuddered to think of it.
Just then, Harry walked into the room, wearing only his pajama bottoms. Hermione nearly fell off the couch. What was going on?
"Harry," she called out.
Instantaneously, he looked down at her. "Yes?"
"Go put something on top," she commanded.
"Alright then, I will." And he bobbed off, just as he had at the party, but this time to get a shirt, rather than drinks. This time too, Hermione watched him. But his bobbing walk wasn't what the watched. It was his bare skin that Hermione followed, with her eyes. She found herself thinking about him in a way she never had before. After a minute, she went back to thinking of him the normal way. But his bare-chest would always leave a mark on her.
Harry bobbed back, wearing a t-shirt, and smiling. "Better now, Mione?" he asked her.
"Mmm," she murmured, though inside she was almost sorry-no! She wasn't sorry! He was her best friend. She should never, ever, think of him that way.
"Okay. Ready of breakfast?"
"Yup." Hermione grinned at her friend, when she saw he was offering her his hand.
"Thanks," she said, as she took his hand, and he pulled her to her feet. Then they walked together into the kitchen, for breakfast. Two hours later, Hermione and Harry and had both eaten and showered. Harry was dressed, and Hermione wore her clothes from yesterday. They had both decided she should come to lunch with him, at Diagon Alley.
"Should we Apparate?" Harry asked.
"Well, don't you think traveling by floo powder is a bit fun?"
Harry gulped. "Yes," he said, though what he really thought was "not really."
"Okay, do have any floo powder?"
Ah, good! Harry didn't have any floo powder. So they would have to Apparate. Phew. "Oh, no I don't. What a shame. I guess we should Apparate then," said Harry, quickly.
"Wait! No, that's all right. I have some in my purse." Hermione smiled, warmly, and glided off to get her purse.
"Damn," Harry muttered, quietly.
Hermione returned, with a triumphant expression on her face, holding a plastic baggie full of floo powder.
"You go first, Harry," Hermione said, encouragingly.
"Um, okay." Harry reached into the baggie and pulled out a handful of the powder. Then he walked over to the fireplace, opened his hand, and let the floo powder fall onto the flames. There was a loud roar, and the flames changed to a rich, deep, green color. Harry stepped into the fireplace, and yelled, "Diagon Alley!" He felt the strange, dizzying sensation he felt every time he traveled by floo, and then, suddenly, he was in the fireplace at Forsecute's Ice Cream Parlor. He scrambled out, hurriedly, and waited for a minute, until Hermione came behind him.
"Hallo," Hermione said, pleasantly, when she stepped out of the hearth. "Wasn't that fun? I always like traveling by floo powder."
"Yes, I enjoyed it quite a bit," Harry lied. He didn't like lying to her, but he didn't want her to know he hated floo travel. After all, if she liked, she should be able to travel by it. He just wanted to make her happy.
Hermione seemed to read his thoughts. "You're so sweet," she said quietly.
Harry blushed. "Pardon?"
"Huh?"
"You just said I was sweet."
"Did I? Sorry."
"No, no, it's okay."
"In any case," she said, attempting to change the subject, "shall we go get lunch?"
"Sounds good to me!"
Harry smiled at Hermione, but she just turned her head away, to keep him from seeing the color in her face. Had she actually said that out loud? Crap! Now he would know she liked him-but she didn't. 'Oh, shut up,' she told the little voice inside her. 'I'm in love with my best friend. So what?' The little voice was amazingly loud when it answered. 'IT"S JUST WRONG!!!' That should've been enough to make Hermione change her mind about Harry, but it didn't, not quite.
When the two friends arrived at the restaurant, which was called "La Belle Witch," they found a small table in the back.
"Hmm. this is nice. I've never been here before. How did you find it?" Harry asked.
"Viktor and I used to come here, back when we were dating."
"Is the food good?"
Hermione felt the color rising in her cheeks. "Well, actually, it's pretty decent, but we came here more to snog in the basement.
"Oh, I see." Harry stared at her. He kept giving her an odd look.
Hermione hid her face behind the menu. Somehow, lately, Harry kept finding out things about her that made her seem like a-a-she didn't want to even think the word. First he caught her snogging George, and then he got her into a spot where to felt he had to tell him about her and Viktor. Hermione distracted herself by trying to decide what to order. Finally, she chose a chicken dish.
"Are you ready to order," asked a waiter.
"I am," said Hermione. "Are you, Harry?"
"Yes, I am." Harry was still giving her that funny look.
"Well," Hermione announced, "I'd like the herb-roasted chicken breast with mashed potatoes and spinach, please."
"Of course, madam. Anything to drink?"
"Ah, just a glass of coke, please."
"And for you?" This time the waiter directed his question at Harry.
"Can I get the three-cheese ravioli, please?"
"But of course."
"Thanks. And a coke for me, too."
"Excellent."
The waiter walked off to serve another table.
The two finished their lunch quickly, and went for a stroll, down Diagon Alley. Presently, Hermione looked at her watch, and realized how late it was.
"My goodness, it's five already. I'd better be going, or Parvati will be worried."
"I wouldn't count on it," Harry told her, with a grin. "I saw her leave with Dean Thomas last night."
"Not again," groaned Hermione, good-naturedly. "She'll be acting like an airhead for the rest of the week." They both knew that when Parvati went home with a guy, she would be infatuated with him for about a week, and then promptly dump him, before moving on to someone else.
"Exactly, she won't even notice your not there. In fact, she may have brought Dean back to your flat-"
"In which case she'll kick me out of the bedroom, so she and Dean can have some privacy," Hermione said, finishing the sentence for Harry.
Harry laughed. "So I guess you'll just have to spend the night with me again."
"On the couch?" asked Hermione, just to make sure.
"Of course," Harry said, though he looked almost-oddly enough-disappointed.
****************************************************************** A/N: How do you like it so far? I gave you guys a nice, long chapter this time. Hope you like it. I promise the next chapter after this will be a bit more eventful.
Thank you to my first reviewers!
lightprincess: I'm trying to get rid of the weird things. Somehow, when I upload, all my comas, apostrophes, quotations marks, etc. get changes to those symbols. Sorry!
nikki: I can't tell you yet, but you'll find out soon. :D
Jaina: Hope you like this chapter, too!
And for all my other readers: Please let me know what you think! I will change the plot according to what readers want. But, most of all, enjoy!Half an hou
When Hermione regained consciousness, she could smell the scent of bacon and coffee wafting through the flat. Parvati, her roommate, must be up already. She opened her eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the light. It took almost a full minute for her to realize she wasn't at home. Where was she?
"Oh my god! This is Harry's flat! How did I get here?" Then last night came back to her. She was very, very glad the night had ended with her taking the de-liquoring potion, and falling peacefully asleep. Who knows what she would've done after all that alcohol? She shuddered to think of it.
Just then, Harry walked into the room, wearing only his pajama bottoms. Hermione nearly fell off the couch. What was going on?
"Harry," she called out.
Instantaneously, he looked down at her. "Yes?"
"Go put something on top," she commanded.
"Alright then, I will." And he bobbed off, just as he had at the party, but this time to get a shirt, rather than drinks. This time too, Hermione watched him. But his bobbing walk wasn't what the watched. It was his bare skin that Hermione followed, with her eyes. She found herself thinking about him in a way she never had before. After a minute, she went back to thinking of him the normal way. But his bare-chest would always leave a mark on her.
Harry bobbed back, wearing a t-shirt, and smiling. "Better now, Mione?" he asked her.
"Mmm," she murmured, though inside she was almost sorry-no! She wasn't sorry! He was her best friend. She should never, ever, think of him that way.
"Okay. Ready of breakfast?"
"Yup." Hermione grinned at her friend, when she saw he was offering her his hand.
"Thanks," she said, as she took his hand, and he pulled her to her feet. Then they walked together into the kitchen, for breakfast. Two hours later, Hermione and Harry and had both eaten and showered. Harry was dressed, and Hermione wore her clothes from yesterday. They had both decided she should come to lunch with him, at Diagon Alley.
"Should we Apparate?" Harry asked.
"Well, don't you think traveling by floo powder is a bit fun?"
Harry gulped. "Yes," he said, though what he really thought was "not really."
"Okay, do have any floo powder?"
Ah, good! Harry didn't have any floo powder. So they would have to Apparate. Phew. "Oh, no I don't. What a shame. I guess we should Apparate then," said Harry, quickly.
"Wait! No, that's all right. I have some in my purse." Hermione smiled, warmly, and glided off to get her purse.
"Damn," Harry muttered, quietly.
Hermione returned, with a triumphant expression on her face, holding a plastic baggie full of floo powder.
"You go first, Harry," Hermione said, encouragingly.
"Um, okay." Harry reached into the baggie and pulled out a handful of the powder. Then he walked over to the fireplace, opened his hand, and let the floo powder fall onto the flames. There was a loud roar, and the flames changed to a rich, deep, green color. Harry stepped into the fireplace, and yelled, "Diagon Alley!" He felt the strange, dizzying sensation he felt every time he traveled by floo, and then, suddenly, he was in the fireplace at Forsecute's Ice Cream Parlor. He scrambled out, hurriedly, and waited for a minute, until Hermione came behind him.
"Hallo," Hermione said, pleasantly, when she stepped out of the hearth. "Wasn't that fun? I always like traveling by floo powder."
"Yes, I enjoyed it quite a bit," Harry lied. He didn't like lying to her, but he didn't want her to know he hated floo travel. After all, if she liked, she should be able to travel by it. He just wanted to make her happy.
Hermione seemed to read his thoughts. "You're so sweet," she said quietly.
Harry blushed. "Pardon?"
"Huh?"
"You just said I was sweet."
"Did I? Sorry."
"No, no, it's okay."
"In any case," she said, attempting to change the subject, "shall we go get lunch?"
"Sounds good to me!"
Harry smiled at Hermione, but she just turned her head away, to keep him from seeing the color in her face. Had she actually said that out loud? Crap! Now he would know she liked him-but she didn't. 'Oh, shut up,' she told the little voice inside her. 'I'm in love with my best friend. So what?' The little voice was amazingly loud when it answered. 'IT"S JUST WRONG!!!' That should've been enough to make Hermione change her mind about Harry, but it didn't, not quite.
When the two friends arrived at the restaurant, which was called "La Belle Witch," they found a small table in the back.
"Hmm. this is nice. I've never been here before. How did you find it?" Harry asked.
"Viktor and I used to come here, back when we were dating."
"Is the food good?"
Hermione felt the color rising in her cheeks. "Well, actually, it's pretty decent, but we came here more to snog in the basement.
"Oh, I see." Harry stared at her. He kept giving her an odd look.
Hermione hid her face behind the menu. Somehow, lately, Harry kept finding out things about her that made her seem like a-a-she didn't want to even think the word. First he caught her snogging George, and then he got her into a spot where to felt he had to tell him about her and Viktor. Hermione distracted herself by trying to decide what to order. Finally, she chose a chicken dish.
"Are you ready to order," asked a waiter.
"I am," said Hermione. "Are you, Harry?"
"Yes, I am." Harry was still giving her that funny look.
"Well," Hermione announced, "I'd like the herb-roasted chicken breast with mashed potatoes and spinach, please."
"Of course, madam. Anything to drink?"
"Ah, just a glass of coke, please."
"And for you?" This time the waiter directed his question at Harry.
"Can I get the three-cheese ravioli, please?"
"But of course."
"Thanks. And a coke for me, too."
"Excellent."
The waiter walked off to serve another table.
The two finished their lunch quickly, and went for a stroll, down Diagon Alley. Presently, Hermione looked at her watch, and realized how late it was.
"My goodness, it's five already. I'd better be going, or Parvati will be worried."
"I wouldn't count on it," Harry told her, with a grin. "I saw her leave with Dean Thomas last night."
"Not again," groaned Hermione, good-naturedly. "She'll be acting like an airhead for the rest of the week." They both knew that when Parvati went home with a guy, she would be infatuated with him for about a week, and then promptly dump him, before moving on to someone else.
"Exactly, she won't even notice your not there. In fact, she may have brought Dean back to your flat-"
"In which case she'll kick me out of the bedroom, so she and Dean can have some privacy," Hermione said, finishing the sentence for Harry.
Harry laughed. "So I guess you'll just have to spend the night with me again."
"On the couch?" asked Hermione, just to make sure.
"Of course," Harry said, though he looked almost-oddly enough-disappointed.
****************************************************************** A/N: How do you like it so far? I gave you guys a nice, long chapter this time. Hope you like it. I promise the next chapter after this will be a bit more eventful.
Thank you to my first reviewers!
lightprincess: I'm trying to get rid of the weird things. Somehow, when I upload, all my comas, apostrophes, quotations marks, etc. get changes to those symbols. Sorry!
nikki: I can't tell you yet, but you'll find out soon. :D
Jaina: Hope you like this chapter, too!
And for all my other readers: Please let me know what you think! I will change the plot according to what readers want. But, most of all, enjoy!Half an hou