Rayne's POV
The three walked past many colorful stores, each more inviting than the next. They had a lot more stores than Rayne had remembered. All of a sudden, Ron visibly jumped and was flailing his arms wildly.
"HONEYDUKES!" he shouted simply, as if the single word would explain everything. Harry sighed, and started to follow the redhead into the brightly colored candy store.
"You guys go ahead, I'm going to go shopping for a bit," Rayne said, and started to turn around.
"Wait, since when did you go off on your own?" Harry asked, noticing more and more change in Hermione's personality. "And where are you going?"
"I'm going to go buy some new clothes, if it's any of your business! Now sod off!" she yelled at Harry, causing a few heads to turn in their direction. He just turned around and walked with his giddy friend to Honeydukes.
"Since when was she so---so mean to us?" Harry asked his friend, who was obviously too busy scooping candy into a bag.
"I don't know, mate. Maybe it's her 'time of the month'," he said, gesturing his hands the best he could into quotation marks, some candy in the bag dropping on the floor.
Harry was determined to find out what was wrong. Maybe something happened, and she was afraid to talk to them. He wanted to know. He decided he was going to find her and talk to her...alone.
"Damn it, they never have my size!" Rayne hissed to the skirt she was holding up. As she searched along the racks, she was randomly throwing clothes over her shoulder and continued searching for potential outfits. When she tried on the mass of clothes she had already obtained, every outfit she would come out to examine on the large mirror on the wall outside the dressing room.
First, she came out wearing a denim jean skirt that reached down to her knees, and a pink v-neck shirt with a white tank top underneath. "Too preppy, and the skirt is too long," she muttered. Next she came out wearing a denim mini skirt, about an inch above her knees, and a plain black t-shirt. "A few rips, some bleach, this outfit will be perfect. She took out a pocketknife and put a few tears in the shirt to see what it would look like. Rayne saw a girl walk up out of the corner of her eye and grinned.
"Hermione! What are you doing?!" Parvati shrieked, looking at the shirt
"Seeing what it looks like on me," she said innocently, taking out her wand. She waved it in front of her once and the tears completely mended themselves.
"You've changed, Hermione. A lot," Parvati said, walking off.
As she walked out in the same skirt and a new black fishnet shirt, she smirked to her self. She was examining the new shirt she put on, a black fishnet one, and smirked to herself. "How does my butt look?" she asked no one in particular.
"Fine," a male voice said. "But why's the skirt so short?" Harry asked, looking at the skirt she had on.
"It's not," she said. "If anything, it's too long."
"Fine. Why have you been acting so different lately? You blew me off earlier. You've never done that before, not since you half turned yourself into a cat."
"Well, I wanted to change. Is that okay?" He just nodded once. "Can you help me carry these to the counter? I'm buying them all."
"Wow. You really did want to change," he said, trying to lighten the mood a little. After she bought the clothes and put them in the bag, she performed a spell to make it feather light. She and Harry walked along the path together, until they came upon a blonde haired boy that looked somewhat like Lucius-
"Malfoy," Harry breathed. The blonde haired boy turned around immediately and walked toward them.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Potty and his mudblood girlfriend Granger. How many books did you buy---," But that was all he got out before Rayne grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and jerked him close to her so that he was only inches from her face.
"Did you just call me a mudblood? Where do you think you're coming from, you little git? I'm not just going to sit here and take this from a boy who has the same haircut as my mother," she hissed.
Malfoy looked terrified. "W-What? Granger?"
"What, didn't expect me to fight back? You'd better get your slimy ass out of here before I actually do something that might get me expelled." She released him and he almost tripped over his own feet trying to get away, looking over his shoulder to make sure she wasn't following him.
"Wow! That was great, Hermione!" Harry said, touching her arm slightly. She looked at him directly in his eyes and grabbed his hand.
"We need to talk," was all she said, dragging him to an ally beside a store. He just stared at her, his green eyes searching her brown ones for something. He definitely saw something. It couldn't be... "Harry, have you ever kissed a girl?"
"Well, sure, yeah, but you don't want to-do you?" he said, and visibly gulped. She leaned her head closer to his and was talking in a low purr.
"Haven't you ever wondered what it was like, kissing someone you've known for so long? Just to see what kind of kisser they are?" she asked, her face inches from his. He looked down at his feet to avoid her stare. She lifted his chin up to hers and he began to close the distance between their lips.
He had the softest lips she'd ever kissed. He's so gentle, so tentative, she's not even sure their lips are touching at first. She stepped forward, so that they were almost flush against each other. Harry twined his arms around her tiny waist and deepened the kiss between them. She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, his tongue pushing into her mouth, exploring her, sending shivers down her spine.
A few moments later she felt her back being pressed against the wall, his hands softening the blow. His hands roam over her body, his lips wandering over her earlobe, her neck, and oh God...that spot...
She began to pull at the waist of his pants and this seemed to bring him back to reality. "Hermione, I-I'm s-so sorry, I---," he stammered, his face flushed from the kiss.
"What, do you not like me?"
"N-no, I--,"
"Do you think I'm ugly?"
"N-no, Hermione---,"
"Well, prove it," she said, his lips crushing against hers once more. They both immediately stopped when they heard someone at the opening of the ally clear their throat loudly, as if trying to get someone's attention. Snape was standing there, casting a dark shadow over the both of them.
A/N: Well, I thought that I'd post a chapter, since I won't be home for a while. I turn 15 years old tomorrow! YAY! Everyone cheer for Rachel. I hope this chapter wasn't too lame; I was kind of in a hurry, 'cause I have to pack! Please R/R, flames welcome, criticism only helps me become a better writer!
The three walked past many colorful stores, each more inviting than the next. They had a lot more stores than Rayne had remembered. All of a sudden, Ron visibly jumped and was flailing his arms wildly.
"HONEYDUKES!" he shouted simply, as if the single word would explain everything. Harry sighed, and started to follow the redhead into the brightly colored candy store.
"You guys go ahead, I'm going to go shopping for a bit," Rayne said, and started to turn around.
"Wait, since when did you go off on your own?" Harry asked, noticing more and more change in Hermione's personality. "And where are you going?"
"I'm going to go buy some new clothes, if it's any of your business! Now sod off!" she yelled at Harry, causing a few heads to turn in their direction. He just turned around and walked with his giddy friend to Honeydukes.
"Since when was she so---so mean to us?" Harry asked his friend, who was obviously too busy scooping candy into a bag.
"I don't know, mate. Maybe it's her 'time of the month'," he said, gesturing his hands the best he could into quotation marks, some candy in the bag dropping on the floor.
Harry was determined to find out what was wrong. Maybe something happened, and she was afraid to talk to them. He wanted to know. He decided he was going to find her and talk to her...alone.
"Damn it, they never have my size!" Rayne hissed to the skirt she was holding up. As she searched along the racks, she was randomly throwing clothes over her shoulder and continued searching for potential outfits. When she tried on the mass of clothes she had already obtained, every outfit she would come out to examine on the large mirror on the wall outside the dressing room.
First, she came out wearing a denim jean skirt that reached down to her knees, and a pink v-neck shirt with a white tank top underneath. "Too preppy, and the skirt is too long," she muttered. Next she came out wearing a denim mini skirt, about an inch above her knees, and a plain black t-shirt. "A few rips, some bleach, this outfit will be perfect. She took out a pocketknife and put a few tears in the shirt to see what it would look like. Rayne saw a girl walk up out of the corner of her eye and grinned.
"Hermione! What are you doing?!" Parvati shrieked, looking at the shirt
"Seeing what it looks like on me," she said innocently, taking out her wand. She waved it in front of her once and the tears completely mended themselves.
"You've changed, Hermione. A lot," Parvati said, walking off.
As she walked out in the same skirt and a new black fishnet shirt, she smirked to her self. She was examining the new shirt she put on, a black fishnet one, and smirked to herself. "How does my butt look?" she asked no one in particular.
"Fine," a male voice said. "But why's the skirt so short?" Harry asked, looking at the skirt she had on.
"It's not," she said. "If anything, it's too long."
"Fine. Why have you been acting so different lately? You blew me off earlier. You've never done that before, not since you half turned yourself into a cat."
"Well, I wanted to change. Is that okay?" He just nodded once. "Can you help me carry these to the counter? I'm buying them all."
"Wow. You really did want to change," he said, trying to lighten the mood a little. After she bought the clothes and put them in the bag, she performed a spell to make it feather light. She and Harry walked along the path together, until they came upon a blonde haired boy that looked somewhat like Lucius-
"Malfoy," Harry breathed. The blonde haired boy turned around immediately and walked toward them.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Potty and his mudblood girlfriend Granger. How many books did you buy---," But that was all he got out before Rayne grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and jerked him close to her so that he was only inches from her face.
"Did you just call me a mudblood? Where do you think you're coming from, you little git? I'm not just going to sit here and take this from a boy who has the same haircut as my mother," she hissed.
Malfoy looked terrified. "W-What? Granger?"
"What, didn't expect me to fight back? You'd better get your slimy ass out of here before I actually do something that might get me expelled." She released him and he almost tripped over his own feet trying to get away, looking over his shoulder to make sure she wasn't following him.
"Wow! That was great, Hermione!" Harry said, touching her arm slightly. She looked at him directly in his eyes and grabbed his hand.
"We need to talk," was all she said, dragging him to an ally beside a store. He just stared at her, his green eyes searching her brown ones for something. He definitely saw something. It couldn't be... "Harry, have you ever kissed a girl?"
"Well, sure, yeah, but you don't want to-do you?" he said, and visibly gulped. She leaned her head closer to his and was talking in a low purr.
"Haven't you ever wondered what it was like, kissing someone you've known for so long? Just to see what kind of kisser they are?" she asked, her face inches from his. He looked down at his feet to avoid her stare. She lifted his chin up to hers and he began to close the distance between their lips.
He had the softest lips she'd ever kissed. He's so gentle, so tentative, she's not even sure their lips are touching at first. She stepped forward, so that they were almost flush against each other. Harry twined his arms around her tiny waist and deepened the kiss between them. She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, his tongue pushing into her mouth, exploring her, sending shivers down her spine.
A few moments later she felt her back being pressed against the wall, his hands softening the blow. His hands roam over her body, his lips wandering over her earlobe, her neck, and oh God...that spot...
She began to pull at the waist of his pants and this seemed to bring him back to reality. "Hermione, I-I'm s-so sorry, I---," he stammered, his face flushed from the kiss.
"What, do you not like me?"
"N-no, I--,"
"Do you think I'm ugly?"
"N-no, Hermione---,"
"Well, prove it," she said, his lips crushing against hers once more. They both immediately stopped when they heard someone at the opening of the ally clear their throat loudly, as if trying to get someone's attention. Snape was standing there, casting a dark shadow over the both of them.
A/N: Well, I thought that I'd post a chapter, since I won't be home for a while. I turn 15 years old tomorrow! YAY! Everyone cheer for Rachel. I hope this chapter wasn't too lame; I was kind of in a hurry, 'cause I have to pack! Please R/R, flames welcome, criticism only helps me become a better writer!