The Bracelet
Chapter 2
A/N: Handy hint....read chapter one first.....
Harry emerged form the portrait hole to be met with tumultuous cheering from his fellow Gryffindors. There was a table with a large selection of sweets on it, along with many butterbeers, and the whole of Gryffindor appeared to be there. Harry grabbed a butterbeer and made his way over to Ron and Hermione, blushing slightly at the attention. He caught a glimpse of Hermione, who was grinning at him, and once again, he felt that funny feeling, like warmth spreading through him, though he wasn't aware he had been cold beforehand. He shrugged it off, ignoring, and sat down chatting to Ron.
An hour or so later, the party had died, and most people had scattered to the dorms, with the exception of a few second years who were doing homework at a table, and Ginny who was reading in a corner. Hermione said goodnight and trotted off towards the girl's dorms, shortly followed by Ginny.
"What's that look for?" Ron asked.
"What look?"
"You're off in a daydream. You've been doing it all day."
"Oh. Well, I'm just happy we won, and tired too. I'm going to bed, you coming up?"
Ron followed Harry to the dormitory, and half an hour later all Harry could hear was Ron's gentle snoring. He couldn't sleep though; he kept seeing Hermione's smiling face. He was glad he had won, and suddenly felt it was all for her. He wouldn't have wanted to disappoint her if he had lost, after all the help she had given him in training. It made him sad just to imagine her face, disappointed in him, if Slytherin had won. But he focused on the smiling Hermione, the Hermione who trusted her faith in him and who loved him because he had won. "Loves me because I won? Did I just think that?" He asked himself, before slowly drifting off.
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The next morning Harry woke to realise he was the only one left in his dorm. He was happy, fresh from a dream he couldn't quite remember, but knew it was a happy one. Perhaps he had seen Draco being tortured, or perhaps he was dreaming about his mother. He seemed to remember a girl smiling at him in the dream, but she was blurred in memory.
Harry yawned, smiling as he opened his trunk to get clothes for that day. It was a Sunday. As he was rooting around for a clean pair of socks, his hand found a small box, wrapped in brown paper. Instantly, his heart dropped. For, inside that box was a delicate silver bracelet, which he had bought for Hermione's birthday, (Which had been in September), from a muggle shop in London, at the end of the summer holidays. The reason it was in this box and not on Hermione's wrist was because he had chickened out, scared that she would think it was a bit to extravagant for a friend to buy, and he had pictured Ron, partly in awe and partly confused. He didn't want anyone to think anything, because, he didn't like Hermione that way. She was just a friend. Harry shook his head, he didn't know who he was trying to convince. He had ended up giving Hermione a box of every flavour beans and a purple notebook with a picture of a silver star on it, also from a muggle shop. Not quite as special as the bracelet, but it was less suspicious. It saddened Harry that he still owned the bracelet. He still questioned why he had bought it, but he had imagined Hermione being so pleased with it, and he had bought it for her. But that was most likely just because he had not seen her all summer and was missing his friend.
Sighing, he carefully placed the box back in its place, under an old t-shirt, and quickly got dressed. He walked down to the common room, all the happiness from his dream replaced with a rather unpleasant feeling he couldn't quite place. A strange mix of longing, embarrassment, regret, confusion....he didn't know why. It was only a bracelet.
He walked past Ron and Hermione, who were sitting in the common room, and walked out into the grounds. It was sunny, but slightly cold, but Harry didn't care. He walked over towards the lake and sat with his back leaning on a tree, and stared into the water, deep in thought. Why did he keep thinking about Hermione? He didn't like her like that...did he? How was he to know? No matter what it was, it was driving him mad. He looked over at the grounds, some other students had also chosen to sit outside, and were scattered on the grass. He noticed Hermione and Ron walking down and finding a place in the grass. He didn't feel like talking to either of them. He moved round the tree and re-positioned himself a bit further round, to ensure that his friends didn't see him. He watched them for a while, Hermione laughing at something Ron had said, and then burying her nose in a book while Ron watched her. He felt a slight pang of jealousy towards Ron, and as he watched Hermione, not doing anything special, just being Hermione, with her nose in a book, he felt a pang in his heart, and a solitary tear trailed down his cheek and landed on his knees, which were hunched up against his chest. It was shortly followed by a few more, until Harry wiped his eyes and rubbed his face, with a quick glance to make sure no one had seen him.
Chapter 2
A/N: Handy hint....read chapter one first.....
Harry emerged form the portrait hole to be met with tumultuous cheering from his fellow Gryffindors. There was a table with a large selection of sweets on it, along with many butterbeers, and the whole of Gryffindor appeared to be there. Harry grabbed a butterbeer and made his way over to Ron and Hermione, blushing slightly at the attention. He caught a glimpse of Hermione, who was grinning at him, and once again, he felt that funny feeling, like warmth spreading through him, though he wasn't aware he had been cold beforehand. He shrugged it off, ignoring, and sat down chatting to Ron.
An hour or so later, the party had died, and most people had scattered to the dorms, with the exception of a few second years who were doing homework at a table, and Ginny who was reading in a corner. Hermione said goodnight and trotted off towards the girl's dorms, shortly followed by Ginny.
"What's that look for?" Ron asked.
"What look?"
"You're off in a daydream. You've been doing it all day."
"Oh. Well, I'm just happy we won, and tired too. I'm going to bed, you coming up?"
Ron followed Harry to the dormitory, and half an hour later all Harry could hear was Ron's gentle snoring. He couldn't sleep though; he kept seeing Hermione's smiling face. He was glad he had won, and suddenly felt it was all for her. He wouldn't have wanted to disappoint her if he had lost, after all the help she had given him in training. It made him sad just to imagine her face, disappointed in him, if Slytherin had won. But he focused on the smiling Hermione, the Hermione who trusted her faith in him and who loved him because he had won. "Loves me because I won? Did I just think that?" He asked himself, before slowly drifting off.
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The next morning Harry woke to realise he was the only one left in his dorm. He was happy, fresh from a dream he couldn't quite remember, but knew it was a happy one. Perhaps he had seen Draco being tortured, or perhaps he was dreaming about his mother. He seemed to remember a girl smiling at him in the dream, but she was blurred in memory.
Harry yawned, smiling as he opened his trunk to get clothes for that day. It was a Sunday. As he was rooting around for a clean pair of socks, his hand found a small box, wrapped in brown paper. Instantly, his heart dropped. For, inside that box was a delicate silver bracelet, which he had bought for Hermione's birthday, (Which had been in September), from a muggle shop in London, at the end of the summer holidays. The reason it was in this box and not on Hermione's wrist was because he had chickened out, scared that she would think it was a bit to extravagant for a friend to buy, and he had pictured Ron, partly in awe and partly confused. He didn't want anyone to think anything, because, he didn't like Hermione that way. She was just a friend. Harry shook his head, he didn't know who he was trying to convince. He had ended up giving Hermione a box of every flavour beans and a purple notebook with a picture of a silver star on it, also from a muggle shop. Not quite as special as the bracelet, but it was less suspicious. It saddened Harry that he still owned the bracelet. He still questioned why he had bought it, but he had imagined Hermione being so pleased with it, and he had bought it for her. But that was most likely just because he had not seen her all summer and was missing his friend.
Sighing, he carefully placed the box back in its place, under an old t-shirt, and quickly got dressed. He walked down to the common room, all the happiness from his dream replaced with a rather unpleasant feeling he couldn't quite place. A strange mix of longing, embarrassment, regret, confusion....he didn't know why. It was only a bracelet.
He walked past Ron and Hermione, who were sitting in the common room, and walked out into the grounds. It was sunny, but slightly cold, but Harry didn't care. He walked over towards the lake and sat with his back leaning on a tree, and stared into the water, deep in thought. Why did he keep thinking about Hermione? He didn't like her like that...did he? How was he to know? No matter what it was, it was driving him mad. He looked over at the grounds, some other students had also chosen to sit outside, and were scattered on the grass. He noticed Hermione and Ron walking down and finding a place in the grass. He didn't feel like talking to either of them. He moved round the tree and re-positioned himself a bit further round, to ensure that his friends didn't see him. He watched them for a while, Hermione laughing at something Ron had said, and then burying her nose in a book while Ron watched her. He felt a slight pang of jealousy towards Ron, and as he watched Hermione, not doing anything special, just being Hermione, with her nose in a book, he felt a pang in his heart, and a solitary tear trailed down his cheek and landed on his knees, which were hunched up against his chest. It was shortly followed by a few more, until Harry wiped his eyes and rubbed his face, with a quick glance to make sure no one had seen him.