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I know I have not updated my other stories, but I just got a really great idea on this new story. Well I don't know if anyone else has ever done this before, but this is my original attempt. So without further ado, please read.
A Disturbance in the Force.
Hermione stormed into her dorm, throwing herself on the bed. She tried to calm herself, thinking pleasant thoughts. Full marks for Transfigurations, Britney Spears getting kicked in the face and the sort. This usually worked most of the other days, but not today it seemed. No matter what she thought, the memory of a kiss on her full lips, always brought one person back to her mind. Ron Weasely. The greatest prat to ever walk the face of the earth. The one person who turned her world upside down. Everything she had worked for, everything she had planned was gone in a second, stolen away by a redhead nut.
This train of thought only served to make her more angry. Getting off the bed, she stared at the card again. How could he do this? She was suppose to be the one with the brains, but somehow he had managed to fool her. She could just see him giving that insufferable smirk now. Ooh just wait till I get my hands on that idiot! She began to plot how exactly to punish Ron, when there was a loud knock on the door. It burst open as Harry and Ginny practically stormed in.
There was fire in both of their eyes as they spotted Hermione and clomped over to her. Hermione turned around. She couldn't be bothered to deal with the two of them now. But it seems they were not going to give her a chance.
" Just what the hell do you think you just did? You have no right to treat Ron that way?!" Ginny practically screamed in Hermione's face. Effecting a shrug, Hermione turned away, trying to move towards the bathroom. But Harry it was, this time, that blocked her way.
" You are not just going to walk away this time Hermione. What you did out there…I can't even begin to describe how cruel it was! You are going to explain to me why exactly you did that." Harry's voice did nothing to hide his fury. He had never been so angry with Hermione, even at the Firebolt incident. Ron had been completely devastated that he had just ran off to God knows where. And still Hermione refused to turn around.
His anger getting the better of him, he grabbed her shoulders and spun her around to face him. He expected a little bit of guilt at the very least. The last thing he saw was Hermione's fist crashing into his chest as he flew back to land into her bed.
Gasping in shock he stared at Hermione along with Ginny who looked completely dumbfounded. She began to back away as Hermione, began to stalk towards them, an expression of death on her face.
" I was cruel? Excuse me Harry Potter, did you say I was cruel? Was that what you said?" Hermione's furious face gave away her calm words. Looking at her, Harry decided that saying yes would not be the right thing. He wondered if there was anyway to break the NO-APPARATING spell in Hogwarts. At this point, Voldermot's lair was looking like a safer place.
While Harry was entertaining these stupid ideas that was spawned of a fear-infested brain, Ron crept silently to the door of the room. The other Gryffindorians gave him a wide berth, mindful of his pride. They knew no one could understand what he was going through but they all also knew that he'd probably beat the living shit out of the next person who talked to him.
So they pretended not to see him as they went about their daily business, at the same time trying to hear what was going on in the girl's dorm. Ron stood silently at the door. Not moving at all.
Ginny stood firm and looked at Hermione. " Yes he did say cruel," she replied ignoring the look of betrayal Harry shot her." It was cruel and absolutely stupid."
Harry winced at that. That was it. Bye bye world. He thought about all the things he never got to do, like snowboard, kiss Cho or top the Potions class. Sad it was really, so many things he would miss, like Christmas, Quidditc-
" What do you mean stupid?" Hermione's voice came through again. The ice in her voice could have frozen a volcano.
" It was stupid, because I know, how much you wanted it." Ginny stated calmly. Harry dug himself deeper into the bed. If he wasn't dead yet, he was sure he would be in the next minute.
However, Hermione didn't kill him or Ginny. She didn't even respond. She just turned away. Ron, at the door, looked up. Harry pulled the covers from his head.
Ginny continued," I know how much you wanted it because I know you well enough. For that matter, anyone in the same dorm as you, would know how much you wanted it." Still Hermione didn't respond, just lowering her head.
" So keeping in mind, the fact that you talk about him in your sleep every night, can you tell me why you just did what you just did?" Ginny asked, crossing her hands over her chest.
" Yeah. What she said." Said Harry, surprising himself with his own courage. He still however, kept a good hold on the bed sheet. He didn't want to die before killing Voldermot.
For a while there was silence, as no one spoke or moved. Hermione remained in her position, looking as though she was thinking hard. Ginny and Harry stood waiting, wondering and Ron…well Ron waited, praying and hoping. His hands could not stop sweating and when he had heard Ginny's words, he had almost fainted from shock. Hermione wanted it? She talked about him in her sleep? All this was, in truth, becoming too much for Ron to handle. His feelings had been on a wild roller coaster the whole day and it still wasn't over. He briefly considered going back to his dorm and just going to sleep. Besides if Hermione discovered him at the door, eavesdropping, well she would definitely do more than just shove him away.
Ginny stood as straight as a ramrod and glared when Harry started to fiddle. Harry tried an apologetic smile. He couldn't believe it that he had to go to the toilet at that moment. How was it possible that at one of the most important moments of his life and he just had to go. Hermione looked as though she was going to blab everything out and he was going to miss it because of his traitorous bowels. He started to shift his weight from one leg to another while all the while trying his best not to think of any fountains, or rain or tall glasses of butterbeer… Damn! He glanced towards the door wondering if he could make it back in time. He nearly gasped when he saw Ron standing there, staring at Hermione, with a strange expression on his face. Double damn! This really looked very promising and there was no way he could miss it. He half-wondered if he could ask Hermione to hold on while he went to the toilet." So Hermione could you just hold on from pouring all your inner and deepest feelings while I rush to the john and took care of some business? Would really appreciate it…"
"I had it all planned." A voice startled Harry. Looking at everyone he wondered who had spoken. Hermione still hadn't moved and neither had Ron. So it must have been Ginny he thought. What did she mean she had it all planned?
" What do you mean Ginny? " he asked raising his eyebrows.
"Huh?" Ginny shot him a confused look. " Not me you dweeb. Her." She replied, rolling her eyes and pointing towards Hermione.
" Oh. Ok… What do you mean Hermione?" Harry asked, still blushing from embarrassment. What happened to the days when he could do no wrong in Ginny's eyes? Honestly …
" I mean I had it all planned." She snorted " Ever since I was young I had it all planned. Everything from being top student to head girl. Everything." She turned around, staring back at Ginny. " And it was all going so well."
She moved towards her bed, still talking." I would come to Hogwarts, be the best student, be Head Girl and be Harry Potter's girlfriend."
At this, Harry looked up in shock, his bladder woes, momentarily forgotten. He had not missed Ron's gasp, but it seemed both girls had, as neither even glanced towards the door. Hermione wanted to be his girlfriend? That was unbelievable…well except for the kiss that day before they went back home from the train station. But still… She wanted him? Had he really read all the signals so wrong? He had really believed she wanted Ron.
"And I tried. I really wanted to be." Hermione said, this time looking at Harry.
Ginny snorted." And?" She said in a cold voice." What happened?" She couldn't believe how shallow Hermione was. To plan all of this and to be so obnoxious to actually be Harry's girlfriend. Like you haven't thought about it! I HAVE NOT! Ginny thought to her brain. Even if I did, I didn't plan to be his girlfriend. No you just planned the wedding.
"SHUT UP!" Harry looked at Ginny in shock, as did Hermione. She blushed." Sorry… I was thinking about something else." She said with a side-glance at Harry. Harry too went red. Now that was a punch in the nose just waiting to be happened.
" I know what you're thinking. That I am shallow and obnoxious. But you have no idea what it's like to be me. I don't know how to make friends that well. All I know how to do is study and be smart. So what else did you want me to do? Which girl hasn't thought of being Harry Potter's girlfriend? " Hermione said in a low voice.
" We weren't thinking that." Said Ginny with slightly embarrassed look on her face. She felt guilty about thinking about Hermione like that. Harry nodded in agreement. He still wasn't sure what to say about anything so he kept his mouth and begged his prostate to give him a few more minutes. "Anyway, you were saying?" Ginny prompted.
" Well I tried to love Harry. I really tried. You have to believe me Harry." She turned her face towards Harry earnestly.
" Ah…ok." Replied Harry nervously, taking a step back." Then what happened?" Ginny asked again, trying to keep the subject off Harry.
This time Hermione no longer looked lost or sad. " Your idiot of a brother spoiled it all!" Harry took another step back, surprised by the vengeance in her voice. Ginny, however, was beginning to get a smile on her face. Harry looked at her in shock. Was she mad?
" What you mean, Ron spoilt it? " she said and there was no mistaking the smile in her voice.
Hermione didn't seem to hear it as she launched her mouth. " That huge prat! He with his stupid smirks and that smile of his! Making me so confused. Arguing with me one minute, then being so sweet the next. I mean what right does he have to do that?!"
Hermione got off the bed, completely oblivious to Ginny's smirk. " Honestly, he shouldn't look at me with those blue eyes or spend all his time doing sweet stuff! He should be arguing and making fun of me! Not holding my hands or smiling at me. Or bringing me food when I forget to eat. Or putting a blanket on me and staying with me when I fall asleep on the couch. He shouldn't!!"
" That huge prat." Ginny said, trying her best not to giggle. Harry had finally begun to understand. Everything was all right.
" Everything was going so well! How dare he act like that and make me so…soo… ARGHHH!!" Hermione gave an exasperated shriek.
" So let me get this straight… You were supposed to fall in love with the hero and get married and live happily ever after but instead you fell in love with the dashing redhead sidekick. Correct?" Ginny said, a huge smile covering her face.
Hermione turned a deep red as she spluttered." N-no ..no you go..it ..that is..wrong ..you so …bad off …you are so wrong. That's not what… I…said… meant!" She glared at Ginny and Harry, who by this time were laughing at her." Shut up! That's not what I said and you know it!" She yelled at Ginny. But instead of answering, Ginny gave a gasp. Hermione turned around to see what she was looking at. At the door, slowly walking forward, was Ron.
Hermione froze. Ron stood there looking at her, like déjà vu it was, just before he kissed her earlier. Harry and Ginny, could feel the tension in the air, almost thick enough to cut with a knife. Ginny stared at her brother. She hoped he would do something to make Hermione wake up. And Harry…well as usual when tension arose…he had to go. His bladder suddenly screamed to him. Oh great! he thought. He couldn't miss this!! Why oh why did this always happen when he was nervous!? He could just see himself facing Voldermot, over a field of dead bodies and going," Well Lord Of Evil, you don't mind if I go to the can for a bit do you? I'll just be a minute you know... cause you know…I don't want my pants dirty when there's a loud noise or something right mate?
Pls read and review. I would really appreciate it. Any thoughts on whats going to happen next?