The Line Between Love and Lust
There always is a difference between love and lust. Not many know there is, but I do now. No one told me, I had to figure this one out without her help. Strange, isn't it? I always needed her to be there to help me. Perhaps that is what attracted me to her. Her...the brunette in the classroom...the straight A student...the love of my life. Only, I didn't realize this until I had been knocked around enough to shake up my brain cells. Let me tell you of the story about Ms. Hermione Granger, the feminine angel that came down from heaven to be in my arms...
"Ron, no!" Harry shouted at me, only I refused to listen to him this time. She stood there, confused.
"What is it?"
"Ron's going to sacrifice himself." Then, those beautiful brown eyes turned as large as Hedwig's wing span.
"No you can't! There has got to be another way."
"Do you want Snape to get that stone or not?!" I asked a little too harshly. Damn. "Harry, it's you that must go on. Not me, not Hermione, you!" Finally, my friend listened to me and I moved across the chessboard. It's just a game...it's just a game...it's just a game...I thought as the queen approached me. Fear crept up my back like a spider was crawling slowly to bit my ear off. Just a game! Just a game, damnit! Suddenly, the queen took me. Just as darkness overtook my brain, I heard the words,
"CHECKMATE!"
My eyes slowly opened and I winced from the pain in my head. I could hear Hermione's voice in my ear.
"Ron? Ron! Ron, wake up!" She said, gently shaking me. When my vision came into focus she was smiling sweetly at me.
"What happened?" I asked groggily.
"You were knocked out. Come on, we need to go get Dumbledore. Harry might be in trouble." She said, pulling at my sleeve to try and pull me up. It felt as if I had fallen off a broom from a hundred feet in the air. My legs were shaking and I could feel dry blood in my hair. With my arm wrapped round her shoulders, we slowly made it back up to Fluffy's room. When we got there, Hermione began to sing softly, in which made the overgrown three-headed dog fall right to sleep. Inside, I smiled for she was a sweet and perfect alto one. When we left there, I needed to ask her the question that burned inside me.
"Hermione, do you...feel for Harry?" I choked out.
"Of course. He's my friend." Of course she doesn't understand what I mean.
"No, what I mean is," Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain hit my knee as if a Troll had hit it with a gigantic club. Letting out a gasp of pain, I fell down, taking her with me. Hermione obviously panicked and tried to stand me up once more. "Don't worry about it, Hermione. You go and get Dumbledore."
"As if I'm going to leave you stranded like this. You could get yourself in trouble." She said with a smile. God I love her smile.
"All right. Besides, if Malfoy comes anywhere near you, I'll turn him into a birthday cake for you to eat." Hermione giggled.
"Ron, my birthday has already passed. We cannot celebrate it now."
"Then, let us celebrate the day you receive your first kiss." I said and touched my lips against hers. She stopped suddenly, all fun gone from her beautiful face. Now my feelings were on the table. It's her time to react. And so, I waited for her to slap me. Instead, I received a kiss in return.
"Come on, Ron. We must get Dumbledore." She said, but didn't move. I pulled out my wand and whispered,
"Accio, broomstick!" Suddenly, Harry's Nimbus Two Thousand came flying into the corridor and stopped in front of us. We got on, and flew threw the school to find someone who could help us.
That was what happened when Harry was getting the Sorcerer's Stone away from You-Know-Who. Although I didn't tell Harry until later, Hermione and I tried to keep our relationship a secret. After our fifth year, our relationship blossomed. But I'll never forget the taste of her kiss, the smell of her hair, and the day when I found the line between love and lust.
Michiru Takamuni
There always is a difference between love and lust. Not many know there is, but I do now. No one told me, I had to figure this one out without her help. Strange, isn't it? I always needed her to be there to help me. Perhaps that is what attracted me to her. Her...the brunette in the classroom...the straight A student...the love of my life. Only, I didn't realize this until I had been knocked around enough to shake up my brain cells. Let me tell you of the story about Ms. Hermione Granger, the feminine angel that came down from heaven to be in my arms...
"Ron, no!" Harry shouted at me, only I refused to listen to him this time. She stood there, confused.
"What is it?"
"Ron's going to sacrifice himself." Then, those beautiful brown eyes turned as large as Hedwig's wing span.
"No you can't! There has got to be another way."
"Do you want Snape to get that stone or not?!" I asked a little too harshly. Damn. "Harry, it's you that must go on. Not me, not Hermione, you!" Finally, my friend listened to me and I moved across the chessboard. It's just a game...it's just a game...it's just a game...I thought as the queen approached me. Fear crept up my back like a spider was crawling slowly to bit my ear off. Just a game! Just a game, damnit! Suddenly, the queen took me. Just as darkness overtook my brain, I heard the words,
"CHECKMATE!"
My eyes slowly opened and I winced from the pain in my head. I could hear Hermione's voice in my ear.
"Ron? Ron! Ron, wake up!" She said, gently shaking me. When my vision came into focus she was smiling sweetly at me.
"What happened?" I asked groggily.
"You were knocked out. Come on, we need to go get Dumbledore. Harry might be in trouble." She said, pulling at my sleeve to try and pull me up. It felt as if I had fallen off a broom from a hundred feet in the air. My legs were shaking and I could feel dry blood in my hair. With my arm wrapped round her shoulders, we slowly made it back up to Fluffy's room. When we got there, Hermione began to sing softly, in which made the overgrown three-headed dog fall right to sleep. Inside, I smiled for she was a sweet and perfect alto one. When we left there, I needed to ask her the question that burned inside me.
"Hermione, do you...feel for Harry?" I choked out.
"Of course. He's my friend." Of course she doesn't understand what I mean.
"No, what I mean is," Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain hit my knee as if a Troll had hit it with a gigantic club. Letting out a gasp of pain, I fell down, taking her with me. Hermione obviously panicked and tried to stand me up once more. "Don't worry about it, Hermione. You go and get Dumbledore."
"As if I'm going to leave you stranded like this. You could get yourself in trouble." She said with a smile. God I love her smile.
"All right. Besides, if Malfoy comes anywhere near you, I'll turn him into a birthday cake for you to eat." Hermione giggled.
"Ron, my birthday has already passed. We cannot celebrate it now."
"Then, let us celebrate the day you receive your first kiss." I said and touched my lips against hers. She stopped suddenly, all fun gone from her beautiful face. Now my feelings were on the table. It's her time to react. And so, I waited for her to slap me. Instead, I received a kiss in return.
"Come on, Ron. We must get Dumbledore." She said, but didn't move. I pulled out my wand and whispered,
"Accio, broomstick!" Suddenly, Harry's Nimbus Two Thousand came flying into the corridor and stopped in front of us. We got on, and flew threw the school to find someone who could help us.
That was what happened when Harry was getting the Sorcerer's Stone away from You-Know-Who. Although I didn't tell Harry until later, Hermione and I tried to keep our relationship a secret. After our fifth year, our relationship blossomed. But I'll never forget the taste of her kiss, the smell of her hair, and the day when I found the line between love and lust.
Michiru Takamuni