Hey everyone, thanks for all the reviews. I'm glad you liked it, but if you
have any advice, send it in, it'll be a better story if you do.
I am very very sorry it took so long to get this up, it's partly because my beta got grounded off the comp. Big thanx 2 her 4 proofing it, even though she could have been punished mightily 4 it. A cheer 4 iced-forest.
I don't like incomplete stories, so I will do my best to complete this one.
I may choose to slightly change the histories of characters, but not horribly much if I can. I'll only do it so I can express what I want to express in the story.
Harry's thoughts
Thanks to everyone for reading.
Harry got to the bottom of the stairs and went into the Weasley living room to see Hermione already there, staring out the window. She was wearing dark denim floods with pink striped Vans and a pink t-shirt that clung to her just enough to seem revealing, but not really reveal anything.
Damn she looks good in pink.
As soon as he walked in, she turned and gave him a smirk.
"I thought it was the girls that were supposed take so long getting ready."
Harry turned red and looked down, bringing his hand to the back of his neck, "Well, I, uh..."
"I'm kidding Harry. I like guys that take some pride in their appearance." She finished the sentence with a small giggle and raised eyebrows.
OK, that was definitely a come-on. Breathe. Ok, calm. Yes I'm calm. Oh shit, what am I gonna say now?
"Hey, Harry. Helloooooo. Are you still with me?" Hermione snapped her fingers at Harry.
"Um, yeah. Are you, like, ready to go?" Harry stammered out. Hermione rolled her eyes and threw a pillow at Harry. "Of course I am, I've only been ready for fifteen minutes."
Harry had to laugh at this "Well lets go then. Shall we?" He put his hand on his hip and held his elbow well away from his body, creating a triangle that she slipped her arm into.
YES! SHE'S TOUCHING ME! Don't overreact, she'll be able to feel you tense up. She'll think you don't like it.
"And off we go." Harry said as he opened the door with his and Hermione's arm locked together.
"Um, Harry, I neglected to ask earlier, but how exactly are we getting to a muggle theater? We cant apparate, we aren't licensed, and we can't go by broom."
"Hermione, I never expected to say this to you, but you're wrong. I sent an owl to Fred and George. I had them drop some things off."
He walked her around the corner of the house, to where Harry's Firebolt and his invisibility cloak were sitting next to the house, along with another nearly identical set.
"We'll just go into some woods while invisible, take off the cloaks, and walk into town in our muggle clothes. Firebolts have a feature that can make them look just like natural branches on a tree."
"I couldn't have done better myself Harry." This was a very high compliment from Hermione so Harry blushed profusely.
"Well, we'd, uh, better get going. Don't worry; I'll try not to fly too fast for you. And I'll be underneath you in case you have trouble. Ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be. Lets get going."
"Alright. Here we go."
Harry landed his broom in a thicket of trees that offered little view to the outside forest. He took off his cloak, folded it, performed a shrinking charm on it and slipped it into his pocket.
The ground next to Harry rustled, and Hermoine appeared on the broom she was using. Her hair and (clothes) were slightly rustled.
"Wasn't too bad, was it, 'Moine?"
"No it wasn't. Thanks for being my 'training wheels.'" She replied while smoothing out her clothes.
"Not a problem." He looked at his watch, "Oops, we'd better hurry, the movie starts in about 10 minutes. Come on."
They made it to the theater in five minutes and got in line to get their tickets. Harry got in front of hermoine to pay for the tickets. She tried to get back in front and reached into the pocket Harry knew held her money.
"O no you don't. I'm taking you to the movie, I'll pay."
"Sounds like a date or something."
Harry turned extremely red, but still would not allow hermoine to get in front of him in line.
"Alright, Mr. Potter, you get your wish. But next time, I'm paying."
Harry paid for the tickets and they entered the theater. There were few people in the theater for this showing, so they seated themselves a distance away from everyone. They didn't bother to lower the armrest between their seats.
Just then, the theater's manager walked in.
"I am very sorry for your inconvenience, but we are having some technical difficulties and the movie will be delayed by ten or fifteen minutes. Again, I apologize." He then turned and walked out.
Hermione turned toward Harry, "Well that's wonderful. They used to do this all the time at the theater in my hometown, except they usually did it right in the middle of the movie. It would just melt on screen."
"I wouldn't know," replied Harry, setting his left hand on the seat next to his thigh, "this is the first movie I've ever been to."
"Well then, I guess it should be a special one then." Her hand slid slightly towards Harry's and she raised her eyebrow at Harry.
His eyes widened and he looked forward, slightly away from Hermione.
OK ok ok. Ok. You're ok, ok? Right, you're ok. Shit, you're not ok. What am I gonna do now?
He turned back towards Hermione, swallowed slightly, and opened his mouth as if to speak. He realized he didn't have anything to say so he shut it again and looked down at his hand, and realized it was a fraction of and inch from Hermione's.
She looked down too, and she slid her hand over a few fractions of an inch, placing the tips of her fingers on top of his.
YES!
I am very very sorry it took so long to get this up, it's partly because my beta got grounded off the comp. Big thanx 2 her 4 proofing it, even though she could have been punished mightily 4 it. A cheer 4 iced-forest.
I don't like incomplete stories, so I will do my best to complete this one.
I may choose to slightly change the histories of characters, but not horribly much if I can. I'll only do it so I can express what I want to express in the story.
Harry's thoughts
Thanks to everyone for reading.
Harry got to the bottom of the stairs and went into the Weasley living room to see Hermione already there, staring out the window. She was wearing dark denim floods with pink striped Vans and a pink t-shirt that clung to her just enough to seem revealing, but not really reveal anything.
Damn she looks good in pink.
As soon as he walked in, she turned and gave him a smirk.
"I thought it was the girls that were supposed take so long getting ready."
Harry turned red and looked down, bringing his hand to the back of his neck, "Well, I, uh..."
"I'm kidding Harry. I like guys that take some pride in their appearance." She finished the sentence with a small giggle and raised eyebrows.
OK, that was definitely a come-on. Breathe. Ok, calm. Yes I'm calm. Oh shit, what am I gonna say now?
"Hey, Harry. Helloooooo. Are you still with me?" Hermione snapped her fingers at Harry.
"Um, yeah. Are you, like, ready to go?" Harry stammered out. Hermione rolled her eyes and threw a pillow at Harry. "Of course I am, I've only been ready for fifteen minutes."
Harry had to laugh at this "Well lets go then. Shall we?" He put his hand on his hip and held his elbow well away from his body, creating a triangle that she slipped her arm into.
YES! SHE'S TOUCHING ME! Don't overreact, she'll be able to feel you tense up. She'll think you don't like it.
"And off we go." Harry said as he opened the door with his and Hermione's arm locked together.
"Um, Harry, I neglected to ask earlier, but how exactly are we getting to a muggle theater? We cant apparate, we aren't licensed, and we can't go by broom."
"Hermione, I never expected to say this to you, but you're wrong. I sent an owl to Fred and George. I had them drop some things off."
He walked her around the corner of the house, to where Harry's Firebolt and his invisibility cloak were sitting next to the house, along with another nearly identical set.
"We'll just go into some woods while invisible, take off the cloaks, and walk into town in our muggle clothes. Firebolts have a feature that can make them look just like natural branches on a tree."
"I couldn't have done better myself Harry." This was a very high compliment from Hermione so Harry blushed profusely.
"Well, we'd, uh, better get going. Don't worry; I'll try not to fly too fast for you. And I'll be underneath you in case you have trouble. Ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be. Lets get going."
"Alright. Here we go."
Harry landed his broom in a thicket of trees that offered little view to the outside forest. He took off his cloak, folded it, performed a shrinking charm on it and slipped it into his pocket.
The ground next to Harry rustled, and Hermoine appeared on the broom she was using. Her hair and (clothes) were slightly rustled.
"Wasn't too bad, was it, 'Moine?"
"No it wasn't. Thanks for being my 'training wheels.'" She replied while smoothing out her clothes.
"Not a problem." He looked at his watch, "Oops, we'd better hurry, the movie starts in about 10 minutes. Come on."
They made it to the theater in five minutes and got in line to get their tickets. Harry got in front of hermoine to pay for the tickets. She tried to get back in front and reached into the pocket Harry knew held her money.
"O no you don't. I'm taking you to the movie, I'll pay."
"Sounds like a date or something."
Harry turned extremely red, but still would not allow hermoine to get in front of him in line.
"Alright, Mr. Potter, you get your wish. But next time, I'm paying."
Harry paid for the tickets and they entered the theater. There were few people in the theater for this showing, so they seated themselves a distance away from everyone. They didn't bother to lower the armrest between their seats.
Just then, the theater's manager walked in.
"I am very sorry for your inconvenience, but we are having some technical difficulties and the movie will be delayed by ten or fifteen minutes. Again, I apologize." He then turned and walked out.
Hermione turned toward Harry, "Well that's wonderful. They used to do this all the time at the theater in my hometown, except they usually did it right in the middle of the movie. It would just melt on screen."
"I wouldn't know," replied Harry, setting his left hand on the seat next to his thigh, "this is the first movie I've ever been to."
"Well then, I guess it should be a special one then." Her hand slid slightly towards Harry's and she raised her eyebrow at Harry.
His eyes widened and he looked forward, slightly away from Hermione.
OK ok ok. Ok. You're ok, ok? Right, you're ok. Shit, you're not ok. What am I gonna do now?
He turned back towards Hermione, swallowed slightly, and opened his mouth as if to speak. He realized he didn't have anything to say so he shut it again and looked down at his hand, and realized it was a fraction of and inch from Hermione's.
She looked down too, and she slid her hand over a few fractions of an inch, placing the tips of her fingers on top of his.
YES!