Authors Note: Well hello lovelies! This chapter has been a complete arse.
The last chapter was sooo great and this one really sucks. Sorry it took
a while to post, I knew what I wanted to write but I was lacking the
inspiration and the ability to articulate! LoL Well I have had lots of
lovely reviews saying lots of lovely things, so thank you for them, and
thanks for responding to my note. I would like to assure you that A was
never really an option at all, I will still be writing! Its just if I get
a chance to post or not! Now I know how much you all love me - beams and
hugs everyone - I will try very hard to make the effort! I even have a
creative writing module on my course, so you never know I might even know
what I'm doing! LoL. Thank you also for all the reviews suggesting whom
the mystery man should be. I have had some interesting suggestions, like
Goyle? Fred or George? Some ppl have begged me not to do some characters
and asked me to do others! Well you will just have to be good children and
behave - patience is a virtue. I am sorry again about the cliffy in the
last chappie, I just couldn't resist - but please don't get angry when you
read this chappie!
Thank you to everybody who reviewed, I don't have time to do personal thank yous at the moment, because I feel bad for already taking ages to update, I will make sure I do lots in the next chappie!
Well I seem to have rambled on for long enough this time, you probably haven't even read it - well you should! LoL
A quick reminder of the end of the last chappie as this continues straight through:
"Hermione had to take several deep breaths to regain her composure. She looked at the strangers face. The mask clung tightly to the handsome shapes; the well chiselled jawbone, the cherubic like cheeks. There was something so familiar about that face. Hermione's gazed moved up to the eyes. Would she see green there? Or brown? Or blue? Or silver?"
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The Suspicions
The eyes were black. The stranger laughed.
"Oh come now Hermione," he said softly, "you don't think I would go to all this trouble without hiding my eyes too do you? Eyes are like fingerprints Hermione, everyone's are different, you would eventually be able to find out my identity."
"Why don't you want me to know who you are?" asked Hermione, honestly confused as to why this person was so keen to hide from her.
"You are not ready to know who I am Hermione. You have to much to worry about with the potion, you don't need to worry about handling my love yet," the tone of the voice told Hermione that the subject was closed.
"But I will be worrying," thought Hermione indignantly, "I will be worrying who you are, and why you kissed me like that, and why you are so scared to reveal yourself to me."
Hermione clung to the stranger as he led her back through the halls. It seemed to take half the time it had when she was following this mystery man.
"Goodnight Hermione," he whispered, brushing a soft kiss across her cheek.
When Hermione opened her eyes after the kiss, the figure was gone. "Goodnight," she said into the cold night.
The next morning Hermione woke with a smile on her face. For a moment she didn't know why she could be so happy. When she remembered her smile widened to a grin. After revelling in the memory for a moment, Hermione got up, showered, dressed and went down to breakfast.
"Morning Hermione," said Ron cheerfully as she sat down beside him.
"Morning Ron," smiled Hermione, watching him as he shovelled food into his mouth like it was the last meal he would ever have.
"I'm tired," Ron yawned. Hermione raised an eyebrow, was he tired because he had spent the night walking round the castle, making her follow?
"Morning guys," said Harry as he joined them.
"Do you ever wear contact lenses Harry?" asked Hermione, completely innocently, but closely studying his face for a reaction.
"Nah, they hurt my eyes too much, to wear them for all day. Quite fancy those ones that are different colours though," he said. Had he used ones like that last night? It wouldn't have had to have them in for very long.
They finished breakfast in silence after that. They had double potions that morning, which nobody was looking forward to.
"OK settle down," said Snape as he swooped in. "I have decided that we may as well give up with the love potions. I would like to point out that it was not my choice to study them in the first place. Today we will be pairing up to begin work on Medical Potions. These are some of the most useful potions you will learn about. I will chose the pairs because we need to get work done, due to all the time we have already wasted. Lets see. Potter, and Goyle. Weasley and Crabbe. Longbottom and Parkinson," Snape went on down the list until all the Gryffindors were paired up with a Slytherin counterpart. "Now who's left? Ah yes, the two best students in the class, it is only fair that you should work together. Malfoy and Granger."
Hermione let out an audible sigh of disgust. She moved her books over to Malfoy's table. He was sitting there smirking at her. Snape wrote the instructions on the board, and set them to work.
"Enjoy last night?" purred Malfoy in her ear.
Hermione's eyes widened, it couldn't have been him could it?
"What are you talking about Malfoy?" she sneered.
"Last night Granger, you know what I'm talking about," said Malfoy a cruel smile playing on his lips. Had those lips really sent her trembling?
"What about last night?" said Hermione, fighting hard to hide her growing feelings of unease.
"The kiss," Malfoy hissed into her ear. She could feel his breath, smell his scent. He couldn't be her mystery man, it was Malfoy!
"Would it be so bad if it was Malfoy?" Hermione thought, "Maybe the only reason he teases you is to get your attention," said a small voice inside her head. "No," argued Hermione, "it can't possibly be Malfoy. Can it?"
"Wha, what kiss," stammered Hermione.
"The one with that ugly scar head. You two deserve each other, you know that?" said Malfoy evilly.
"How does he know Harry's my mystery man?" thought Hermione, completely confused.
"God Granger for someone who's meant to be intelligent you take a long time to work things out. The kiss in the library last night with scar head," said Malfoy enunciating each syllable.
"Oh," sighed Hermione, comprehension dawning on her face, "Oh," she said again, trying to regain her composure.
Hermione found it hard to concentrate, which was probably a good thing, owing to the abundance of nasty comments Malfoy sent her. Had she been paying attention she would have got angry, and we know what happens then. Hermione cursed herself for not paying more attention, these potions could one day save her life, and she was too busy thinking about a mystery man to learn about them. A horrible thought struck Hermione, what if it was all a dream? It had certainly seemed very real. But she had been very tired, and she had been stressed lately? What if it was all some elaborate joke? What ifs flooded Hermione's head until she had convinced herself that her mystery man was too good to be true, almost.
"Granger!" said Malfoy, waving his hand in front of her face to grab her attention.
"What?" snapped Hermione, annoyed that he had interrupted her train of thought.
"We are supposed to be working here. You do not appear to be working and I will not work for you," said Malfoy in his usual blasé tone.
"Oh, what?" said Hermione, her mind had began to wonder almost immediately, after he had gained her attention.
"I said, are you going to do some work?" said Malfoy. He was upset that his bombardment of insults had not penetrated Hermione. Wait a second, he was upset? Why? Did he want her angry? No. Honest.
"Is there a problem here," asked Snape as he swept past their desk.
"No Professor," said Hermione hastily. Hermione's stomach turned over, what if it had been, Snape?! Urgh, the thought brought her to her senses. The association with Snape and her beautiful mystery man, seemed to taint the memory somewhat, and Hermione blocked out any further thoughts about the mans identity, until she could stop imagining him taking off his hood and greasy black hair falling down.
Thank you to everybody who reviewed, I don't have time to do personal thank yous at the moment, because I feel bad for already taking ages to update, I will make sure I do lots in the next chappie!
Well I seem to have rambled on for long enough this time, you probably haven't even read it - well you should! LoL
A quick reminder of the end of the last chappie as this continues straight through:
"Hermione had to take several deep breaths to regain her composure. She looked at the strangers face. The mask clung tightly to the handsome shapes; the well chiselled jawbone, the cherubic like cheeks. There was something so familiar about that face. Hermione's gazed moved up to the eyes. Would she see green there? Or brown? Or blue? Or silver?"
Review - you know you wanna!
Love Fudgexxx
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The Suspicions
The eyes were black. The stranger laughed.
"Oh come now Hermione," he said softly, "you don't think I would go to all this trouble without hiding my eyes too do you? Eyes are like fingerprints Hermione, everyone's are different, you would eventually be able to find out my identity."
"Why don't you want me to know who you are?" asked Hermione, honestly confused as to why this person was so keen to hide from her.
"You are not ready to know who I am Hermione. You have to much to worry about with the potion, you don't need to worry about handling my love yet," the tone of the voice told Hermione that the subject was closed.
"But I will be worrying," thought Hermione indignantly, "I will be worrying who you are, and why you kissed me like that, and why you are so scared to reveal yourself to me."
Hermione clung to the stranger as he led her back through the halls. It seemed to take half the time it had when she was following this mystery man.
"Goodnight Hermione," he whispered, brushing a soft kiss across her cheek.
When Hermione opened her eyes after the kiss, the figure was gone. "Goodnight," she said into the cold night.
The next morning Hermione woke with a smile on her face. For a moment she didn't know why she could be so happy. When she remembered her smile widened to a grin. After revelling in the memory for a moment, Hermione got up, showered, dressed and went down to breakfast.
"Morning Hermione," said Ron cheerfully as she sat down beside him.
"Morning Ron," smiled Hermione, watching him as he shovelled food into his mouth like it was the last meal he would ever have.
"I'm tired," Ron yawned. Hermione raised an eyebrow, was he tired because he had spent the night walking round the castle, making her follow?
"Morning guys," said Harry as he joined them.
"Do you ever wear contact lenses Harry?" asked Hermione, completely innocently, but closely studying his face for a reaction.
"Nah, they hurt my eyes too much, to wear them for all day. Quite fancy those ones that are different colours though," he said. Had he used ones like that last night? It wouldn't have had to have them in for very long.
They finished breakfast in silence after that. They had double potions that morning, which nobody was looking forward to.
"OK settle down," said Snape as he swooped in. "I have decided that we may as well give up with the love potions. I would like to point out that it was not my choice to study them in the first place. Today we will be pairing up to begin work on Medical Potions. These are some of the most useful potions you will learn about. I will chose the pairs because we need to get work done, due to all the time we have already wasted. Lets see. Potter, and Goyle. Weasley and Crabbe. Longbottom and Parkinson," Snape went on down the list until all the Gryffindors were paired up with a Slytherin counterpart. "Now who's left? Ah yes, the two best students in the class, it is only fair that you should work together. Malfoy and Granger."
Hermione let out an audible sigh of disgust. She moved her books over to Malfoy's table. He was sitting there smirking at her. Snape wrote the instructions on the board, and set them to work.
"Enjoy last night?" purred Malfoy in her ear.
Hermione's eyes widened, it couldn't have been him could it?
"What are you talking about Malfoy?" she sneered.
"Last night Granger, you know what I'm talking about," said Malfoy a cruel smile playing on his lips. Had those lips really sent her trembling?
"What about last night?" said Hermione, fighting hard to hide her growing feelings of unease.
"The kiss," Malfoy hissed into her ear. She could feel his breath, smell his scent. He couldn't be her mystery man, it was Malfoy!
"Would it be so bad if it was Malfoy?" Hermione thought, "Maybe the only reason he teases you is to get your attention," said a small voice inside her head. "No," argued Hermione, "it can't possibly be Malfoy. Can it?"
"Wha, what kiss," stammered Hermione.
"The one with that ugly scar head. You two deserve each other, you know that?" said Malfoy evilly.
"How does he know Harry's my mystery man?" thought Hermione, completely confused.
"God Granger for someone who's meant to be intelligent you take a long time to work things out. The kiss in the library last night with scar head," said Malfoy enunciating each syllable.
"Oh," sighed Hermione, comprehension dawning on her face, "Oh," she said again, trying to regain her composure.
Hermione found it hard to concentrate, which was probably a good thing, owing to the abundance of nasty comments Malfoy sent her. Had she been paying attention she would have got angry, and we know what happens then. Hermione cursed herself for not paying more attention, these potions could one day save her life, and she was too busy thinking about a mystery man to learn about them. A horrible thought struck Hermione, what if it was all a dream? It had certainly seemed very real. But she had been very tired, and she had been stressed lately? What if it was all some elaborate joke? What ifs flooded Hermione's head until she had convinced herself that her mystery man was too good to be true, almost.
"Granger!" said Malfoy, waving his hand in front of her face to grab her attention.
"What?" snapped Hermione, annoyed that he had interrupted her train of thought.
"We are supposed to be working here. You do not appear to be working and I will not work for you," said Malfoy in his usual blasé tone.
"Oh, what?" said Hermione, her mind had began to wonder almost immediately, after he had gained her attention.
"I said, are you going to do some work?" said Malfoy. He was upset that his bombardment of insults had not penetrated Hermione. Wait a second, he was upset? Why? Did he want her angry? No. Honest.
"Is there a problem here," asked Snape as he swept past their desk.
"No Professor," said Hermione hastily. Hermione's stomach turned over, what if it had been, Snape?! Urgh, the thought brought her to her senses. The association with Snape and her beautiful mystery man, seemed to taint the memory somewhat, and Hermione blocked out any further thoughts about the mans identity, until she could stop imagining him taking off his hood and greasy black hair falling down.