Day Four: The last day... da-da-dummm!
Harry plopped down onto the couch, still not believing that a Malfoy could be so kind. "I still don't trust him," he said aloud.
"You should. Ginny does," said Hermione.
"Yes; I will... until he does something wrong, that is," he mumbled.
"Harry..." Hermione warned.
"What?" he asked, innocently.
"Never mind," she said, giving up easily, "how about some tea and a movie?"
"Sounds good. Your pick... I'll get the tea."
"Something good, Potter," she teased.
"Same for you, Granger."
About three hours later (they'd watched The Lord of the Rings), Harry and Hermione were having a chat... again.
"So... another Valentine's Day without a girlfriend," Hermione teased.
"I see the same for you, too."
She blushed. "No fair! At least I've dated within the past eight years of my life!"
Harry snorted. "As I recall, only one. And what's it to you if I'm waiting for the perfect person?"
"I thought you already met her?"
"Meh! Yes, I have!"
"And why (Harry said "Not again!") hasn't anything happened? Not even one date, Mr. Potter? You're on the top of the World's Most Eligible Bachelors."
"So? I don't seem to care, only you and the public do, Mione."
"But you do," she said, walking over to Harry, "here," she said, pointing to his heart.
"Yes, so what if I do?"
"It's not doing anything in there, is it?"
"It's been fine for the past 'eight years', as you said it! What would it do now?"
"Make one woman very happy."
"And what becomes of me if she doesn't like me back? I can see it now on the Daily Prophet: The Boy-Who-Defeated-He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named-And-Lived- To-Tell-His-Story Cannot Snag a Date. Wonderful, if you can imagine."
"No, I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because anyone who'd turn you down isn't worth it."
"But she is worth it. You're saying that she isn't worth it because she already turned me down then, aren't you?"
"No... Harry... that's different."
"No, it's not!"
"Why not try talking to her? Go floo her up. At least tell her... give her hints. That'd always help. I'll go set up the floo right now for you."
"No!"
"Why not?"
"She's not home!"
"How do you know she's not home?"
"She's just not home!"
"I just think you don't want to talk to her, Harry."
"Yes... I would if I'd know she wouldn't turn me down."
"How can you be so sure, Harry?"
"She's done it once before, what makes you think she wouldn't say no again?"
"Time. You've waited all these years."
"Exactly. She probably doesn't even remember me asking her out... her saying she couldn't. 'I-I, um, I'm already going out with-"
Hermione went quite for a moment, as did Harry.
Flash Back
"Hermione," yelled a sixteen-year-old Harry Potter, trying to catch up to Hermione.
"Hmn?" she asked, abruptly stopping. Harry didn't expect this, so he plowed right into her.
"Oh, I am so sorry, Harry!" she said, and helped him to his feet again.
"No, no, it's ok. I should have watched where I was going."
There was an awkward silence before Hermione said, "What do you need, Harry?"
"Well, I was, erm," he said, stuttering so badly Hermione couldn't help but giggle. Harry blushed.
"Yes?"
"Hermione," he said, taking a deep breath, "wiloogooutwifme?"
That wiped the smile off her face like that. Hermione looked taken aback. Now it was her time to stutter.
"I- I, um, I'm already going out with Ron, Harry," she said as sweetly as she could. It's almost as if she's talking to a three-year-old, thought Harry.
"I know," Harry said, and ran away as the bell rang to signal that start of Defense against the Dark Arts, a class Harry had never missed before. Hermione walked in, head swimming... if Harry was going to miss this class, she knew something bad was going to happen... to him, to Ron, or to herself...
End Flash Back
AN: If you really wish, I can make this and the other flashback a story in itself. But that's up to you!
"And you said that she was dating someone at the time, did you not?" she asked, shaking her head to rid the image. It just couldn't be. Luckily Harry didn't seem to notice her quietness.
"Yes, but-"
"Not buts, Harry. This time it's different. Time has passed. She could be over him. Is she?"
"Yes," he mumbled, bowing his head in defeat. He didn't know how much longer he could do this.
"Has she dated over these past few years?"
"Yes."
"Any of them serious." Not a good thing to bring up.
Any mention of Sirius and Harry would shut up so bad that a hammer and chisel couldn't get his mouth open.
Harry wouldn't talk for a while until Hermione said, again, "I'm going to go set up the floo so you can talk to her, Harry, and you're not going to stop me."
"She's not HOME!" screamed Harry, snapping out of it.
"And how exactly do you know this?" she screamed back.
"Because she's standing right in front of me!" he screamed, noticing only after it was too late. He then ran- ran for his life- forgetting about magic and leaving a perfectly shocked Hermione behind.
If you want to know what happens, I guess I could post it. But then again, are you sure you want to know what happens? Oh, the pure anguish and cliff I leave at THE END!
Beta note: My e-mail was crapped up, so I couldn't send this onto the author. It's better for the moment, so here you are.
Harry plopped down onto the couch, still not believing that a Malfoy could be so kind. "I still don't trust him," he said aloud.
"You should. Ginny does," said Hermione.
"Yes; I will... until he does something wrong, that is," he mumbled.
"Harry..." Hermione warned.
"What?" he asked, innocently.
"Never mind," she said, giving up easily, "how about some tea and a movie?"
"Sounds good. Your pick... I'll get the tea."
"Something good, Potter," she teased.
"Same for you, Granger."
About three hours later (they'd watched The Lord of the Rings), Harry and Hermione were having a chat... again.
"So... another Valentine's Day without a girlfriend," Hermione teased.
"I see the same for you, too."
She blushed. "No fair! At least I've dated within the past eight years of my life!"
Harry snorted. "As I recall, only one. And what's it to you if I'm waiting for the perfect person?"
"I thought you already met her?"
"Meh! Yes, I have!"
"And why (Harry said "Not again!") hasn't anything happened? Not even one date, Mr. Potter? You're on the top of the World's Most Eligible Bachelors."
"So? I don't seem to care, only you and the public do, Mione."
"But you do," she said, walking over to Harry, "here," she said, pointing to his heart.
"Yes, so what if I do?"
"It's not doing anything in there, is it?"
"It's been fine for the past 'eight years', as you said it! What would it do now?"
"Make one woman very happy."
"And what becomes of me if she doesn't like me back? I can see it now on the Daily Prophet: The Boy-Who-Defeated-He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named-And-Lived- To-Tell-His-Story Cannot Snag a Date. Wonderful, if you can imagine."
"No, I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because anyone who'd turn you down isn't worth it."
"But she is worth it. You're saying that she isn't worth it because she already turned me down then, aren't you?"
"No... Harry... that's different."
"No, it's not!"
"Why not try talking to her? Go floo her up. At least tell her... give her hints. That'd always help. I'll go set up the floo right now for you."
"No!"
"Why not?"
"She's not home!"
"How do you know she's not home?"
"She's just not home!"
"I just think you don't want to talk to her, Harry."
"Yes... I would if I'd know she wouldn't turn me down."
"How can you be so sure, Harry?"
"She's done it once before, what makes you think she wouldn't say no again?"
"Time. You've waited all these years."
"Exactly. She probably doesn't even remember me asking her out... her saying she couldn't. 'I-I, um, I'm already going out with-"
Hermione went quite for a moment, as did Harry.
Flash Back
"Hermione," yelled a sixteen-year-old Harry Potter, trying to catch up to Hermione.
"Hmn?" she asked, abruptly stopping. Harry didn't expect this, so he plowed right into her.
"Oh, I am so sorry, Harry!" she said, and helped him to his feet again.
"No, no, it's ok. I should have watched where I was going."
There was an awkward silence before Hermione said, "What do you need, Harry?"
"Well, I was, erm," he said, stuttering so badly Hermione couldn't help but giggle. Harry blushed.
"Yes?"
"Hermione," he said, taking a deep breath, "wiloogooutwifme?"
That wiped the smile off her face like that. Hermione looked taken aback. Now it was her time to stutter.
"I- I, um, I'm already going out with Ron, Harry," she said as sweetly as she could. It's almost as if she's talking to a three-year-old, thought Harry.
"I know," Harry said, and ran away as the bell rang to signal that start of Defense against the Dark Arts, a class Harry had never missed before. Hermione walked in, head swimming... if Harry was going to miss this class, she knew something bad was going to happen... to him, to Ron, or to herself...
End Flash Back
AN: If you really wish, I can make this and the other flashback a story in itself. But that's up to you!
"And you said that she was dating someone at the time, did you not?" she asked, shaking her head to rid the image. It just couldn't be. Luckily Harry didn't seem to notice her quietness.
"Yes, but-"
"Not buts, Harry. This time it's different. Time has passed. She could be over him. Is she?"
"Yes," he mumbled, bowing his head in defeat. He didn't know how much longer he could do this.
"Has she dated over these past few years?"
"Yes."
"Any of them serious." Not a good thing to bring up.
Any mention of Sirius and Harry would shut up so bad that a hammer and chisel couldn't get his mouth open.
Harry wouldn't talk for a while until Hermione said, again, "I'm going to go set up the floo so you can talk to her, Harry, and you're not going to stop me."
"She's not HOME!" screamed Harry, snapping out of it.
"And how exactly do you know this?" she screamed back.
"Because she's standing right in front of me!" he screamed, noticing only after it was too late. He then ran- ran for his life- forgetting about magic and leaving a perfectly shocked Hermione behind.
If you want to know what happens, I guess I could post it. But then again, are you sure you want to know what happens? Oh, the pure anguish and cliff I leave at THE END!
Beta note: My e-mail was crapped up, so I couldn't send this onto the author. It's better for the moment, so here you are.