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"Aww, they are such a cute couple, eh Crabbe? Goyle?" Malfoy said sarcastically as Harry and Hermione passed on the way to the Great Hall for dinner. Crabbe and Goyle grunted their approval.
"Scarhead and the Mudblood, aww. I never thought that I'd see the day when you two would actually get asked out, but here you are, with each other! Ahh, true love." Malfoy drawled, smirking. Then, in what Harry supposed was supposed to sound like a whisper, but was very audible, said "Ya, it TRULY makes me want to hurl."
"Let's get outta here," Harry muttered, pushing Hermione softly so that she'd go faster.
"Hey Ron-Ginny." Hermione said, a little downcast.
"Hermione? Did Harry say something?" Ron said, showing his obvious dislike of the situation.
Hermione looked half annoyed, half amused by this.
"No, of course not! It's Malfoy."
"What did he do THIS time?"
"He called me a Mudblood-"
"Well, he's done that countless times, what's the big problem?"
"And, he makes fun of me for going out with Harry. And he makes fun of Harry for going out with me."
'Oh, boy, here we go' Harry thought.
"Oh boy" was right.
"Well, Hermione, why didn't you go out with me? If you had, this wouldn't be happening to you or Harry!"
Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Honestly, Ron, do you mean by this that I know Malfoy better than you? He'd find a way to make fun of all of you somehow! Just because Hermione wants to go out with Harry and not you right now, you treat her like she's some...THING...that you can just push around!"
Ron's ears turned a deep shade of magenta.
The rest of the dinner was very quiet between the four of them. Harry and Hermione were the first to go.
The whole way back to the common room was completely silent; uncomfortably silent, even. No one spoke until they entered the common room.
"Harry, what Malfoy said didn't...bother you, did it?"
"Well, what do you mean?"
"I mean, you're not...er...embarrassed...that we're going out with each other, are you?" Hermione started to sob. Harry held her in close.
"Of course not! Malfoy's a load of rubbish. What he said about you being a Mudblood bothered me, a lot. But he's full of it. You know that. Nothing MALFOY would ever say would make me change my mind about you or anyone else."
Hermione had stopped crying, but she still didn't look any happier.
"Oh Harry, I'm so glad."
Still looking sunken, she went to the common room without another word.
'What is she not telling me?' Harry thought.
***
The next day, Harry woke up very early, yet again, to his scar prickling uncontrollably. After about 10 minutes of pressing his forehead to the icy window, the pain died away. Try as he might, Harry could not get back to sleep. He decided that he should get dressed and wait down in the common room; so he did.
It must have been later than he thought; there was a large fire blazing in the common room fireplace. He looked around the common room. He did not see anyone there, which wasn't surprising.
Harry took a seat in the largest, squishiest armchair.
But the problem was, Hermione was already there.
"Hermione!" Harry said in surprise.
"Oh! Hi Harry."
"What are you doing down here?"
"Couldn't sleep. You?"
"Same."
A few minutes silence followed this short conversation, then Hermione came over and sat on Harry's lap, much to Harry's bewilderment.
"Hermione, why are you sitting on me?"
"I was cold."
"Oh, er, I see." Harry shifted over, so there was more room for Hermione.
Hermione embraced Harry tightly, and for the first time that he remembered, he felt magic that wasn't really magic.
Harry hated to break the moment, but he had to ask...
"Hermione, last night you seemed so sad before you went to bed. Why?"
Hermione loosened her grasp on Harry. "Wha--what do you mean?"
"I mean, last night, you asked me if what Malfoy said bothered me, and even after I told you no, you still looked all sulky."
"Oh...well it's just...I guess I'm just in a foul mood. I...I really don't know why, though."
Harry replied "Well, if you're sure there's nothing bothering you..." and held Hermione in close.
Like an invisible force, both Harry and Hermione felt their heads being pulled slowly together. Just as their lips touched, a loud yet distant thump interupted what could have been a very special moment.
The two of them looked over towards the boy's staircase. They identified the lump at the same time and sniggered.
The lump was Ron, who had tripped on the stairs at the sight of Harry and Hermione kissing.
a/n: phew. that took awhile. ok i know this is like the third romantic chapter, but i promise that there will be action, Invisibility cloak missions, and Voldemort soon! hold tight, yo! don't forget to review. i hope to get more. btw Magic in Muggleville chap. 2 is coming like tomorrow. i'm a bit brain dead because it involves my school, and i haven't been there for almost 2 months. so be patient. im doin my best here!
"Aww, they are such a cute couple, eh Crabbe? Goyle?" Malfoy said sarcastically as Harry and Hermione passed on the way to the Great Hall for dinner. Crabbe and Goyle grunted their approval.
"Scarhead and the Mudblood, aww. I never thought that I'd see the day when you two would actually get asked out, but here you are, with each other! Ahh, true love." Malfoy drawled, smirking. Then, in what Harry supposed was supposed to sound like a whisper, but was very audible, said "Ya, it TRULY makes me want to hurl."
"Let's get outta here," Harry muttered, pushing Hermione softly so that she'd go faster.
"Hey Ron-Ginny." Hermione said, a little downcast.
"Hermione? Did Harry say something?" Ron said, showing his obvious dislike of the situation.
Hermione looked half annoyed, half amused by this.
"No, of course not! It's Malfoy."
"What did he do THIS time?"
"He called me a Mudblood-"
"Well, he's done that countless times, what's the big problem?"
"And, he makes fun of me for going out with Harry. And he makes fun of Harry for going out with me."
'Oh, boy, here we go' Harry thought.
"Oh boy" was right.
"Well, Hermione, why didn't you go out with me? If you had, this wouldn't be happening to you or Harry!"
Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Honestly, Ron, do you mean by this that I know Malfoy better than you? He'd find a way to make fun of all of you somehow! Just because Hermione wants to go out with Harry and not you right now, you treat her like she's some...THING...that you can just push around!"
Ron's ears turned a deep shade of magenta.
The rest of the dinner was very quiet between the four of them. Harry and Hermione were the first to go.
The whole way back to the common room was completely silent; uncomfortably silent, even. No one spoke until they entered the common room.
"Harry, what Malfoy said didn't...bother you, did it?"
"Well, what do you mean?"
"I mean, you're not...er...embarrassed...that we're going out with each other, are you?" Hermione started to sob. Harry held her in close.
"Of course not! Malfoy's a load of rubbish. What he said about you being a Mudblood bothered me, a lot. But he's full of it. You know that. Nothing MALFOY would ever say would make me change my mind about you or anyone else."
Hermione had stopped crying, but she still didn't look any happier.
"Oh Harry, I'm so glad."
Still looking sunken, she went to the common room without another word.
'What is she not telling me?' Harry thought.
***
The next day, Harry woke up very early, yet again, to his scar prickling uncontrollably. After about 10 minutes of pressing his forehead to the icy window, the pain died away. Try as he might, Harry could not get back to sleep. He decided that he should get dressed and wait down in the common room; so he did.
It must have been later than he thought; there was a large fire blazing in the common room fireplace. He looked around the common room. He did not see anyone there, which wasn't surprising.
Harry took a seat in the largest, squishiest armchair.
But the problem was, Hermione was already there.
"Hermione!" Harry said in surprise.
"Oh! Hi Harry."
"What are you doing down here?"
"Couldn't sleep. You?"
"Same."
A few minutes silence followed this short conversation, then Hermione came over and sat on Harry's lap, much to Harry's bewilderment.
"Hermione, why are you sitting on me?"
"I was cold."
"Oh, er, I see." Harry shifted over, so there was more room for Hermione.
Hermione embraced Harry tightly, and for the first time that he remembered, he felt magic that wasn't really magic.
Harry hated to break the moment, but he had to ask...
"Hermione, last night you seemed so sad before you went to bed. Why?"
Hermione loosened her grasp on Harry. "Wha--what do you mean?"
"I mean, last night, you asked me if what Malfoy said bothered me, and even after I told you no, you still looked all sulky."
"Oh...well it's just...I guess I'm just in a foul mood. I...I really don't know why, though."
Harry replied "Well, if you're sure there's nothing bothering you..." and held Hermione in close.
Like an invisible force, both Harry and Hermione felt their heads being pulled slowly together. Just as their lips touched, a loud yet distant thump interupted what could have been a very special moment.
The two of them looked over towards the boy's staircase. They identified the lump at the same time and sniggered.
The lump was Ron, who had tripped on the stairs at the sight of Harry and Hermione kissing.
a/n: phew. that took awhile. ok i know this is like the third romantic chapter, but i promise that there will be action, Invisibility cloak missions, and Voldemort soon! hold tight, yo! don't forget to review. i hope to get more. btw Magic in Muggleville chap. 2 is coming like tomorrow. i'm a bit brain dead because it involves my school, and i haven't been there for almost 2 months. so be patient. im doin my best here!