Disclaimer: You all know what I don't and do own in this story so I don't
need to go over it again. For right now the votes I've gotten where to
continue with a Marcus/Hermione pairing because as some say it is quite
original. Thanks for everyone who has reviewed. LOVE LOTZ! Right now I'm
closing the polls. Both pairs are tied but I choose to keep it a
Hermione/Marcus story. For now. I know a lot of you might be disappointed.
But please keep reading because it might change. You never know.
"What do you mean I was mumbling about Marcus Flint?" I asked looking at Ron curiously.
"You where Hermione." Harry added. "Even though it was very hard to understand we always caught the name Marcus or Flint."
Damn my habit of talking in my sleep.
"I don't know what you guys are talking about." I lied casually hugging a pillow to my stomach.
"Hermione don't..."
"Ron, Harry leave Hermione alone or she'll have to be stuck in bed for a while." Ginny spoke up. "You know what Poppy told us."
Ron and Harry glared at Ginny because they didn't like the fact she told them to stop.
"We'll leave you alone Hermione." Ginny said in a motherly way. "Come down when you're ready."
"Thanks Gin." I smiled at her and got ready for the wake. When we go to the funeral home Harry, Ginny, Ron and I sat in a corner of the very, very large room. People where coming up to Ron and Ginny and telling them how sorry they where for them. But I didn't hear a lot of what was said. I was in my la la land.
"I can't believe you!" I yelled at Marcus while throwing a vase at him.
"Hermione listen, I..."
"I don't want to hear it." I interrupted him.
"Hermione you will listen to me." Marcus snarled grabbing my bare arms. "Why won't you listen to reason?"
"Reason? What reason?" I asked my body shaking with anger. "You're the one who wants to run away from your problems. Why? Why am I not good enough for you?"
"You are Hermione." Marcus cooed moving his hands from my bare arms to the cloth of my tan halter top. "But my family won't think so."
"So you have to do what your family wants?" I asked. "I ignored my parents warnings after our first couple dates. They told me I shouldn't get involved with the enemy. You wanna know what I told them?"
Marcus looked at me blankly.
"I told them that the only enemy wears a dark mark on their arm. And..." I started but stopped and looked at the floor of my house.
It was August, I was at my home and Marcus had being staying regularly even though it was a muggle place. My parents where out and I can't even remember what Marcus said to piss me off so bad. But he said something. I know he did.
"And what?" He pushed.
"Does it matter. Apparently we're over. Apparently when we...we...you know what we did." I said blushing terribly.
"If you can't say that we made love Hermione then it didn't mean anything did it?" Marcus questioned.
"Fine then. I guess we're over than. That means you should leave." I told him trying to fight back my tears. "You better pack and go. Before my parents get home. My father won't be pleased with you."
"Hermione." Marcus begged trying to grab my wrist as I turned around but I slipped it easily out of his grip.
You learn some things when you're dating people. Like where their weak spots are or how fast their reflexes are.
"Please go." I whimpered wiping tears from my eyes.
I seem to cry a lot.
"Hermione come with me." Marcus said suddenly and like it was the best idea ever.
I turned towards him my feet rubbing on the carpet.
"What are you thinking?" I started to yell again. "I can't leave my parents, my home, my friends or Hogwarts. How could you even think of asking me this?"
"Sorry." Marcus said softly with a defeated face. "I'll leave."
I kept my eyes on Marcus as he stomped up the wooden staircase. And I heard his heavy footsteps stop in my room. Then I sat down on a big mint green and white stripped couch. I heard a lot of stuff being thrown around in my room. I didn't care at the moment he just asked me to do something a 16 year old shouldn't be asked. After a while Marcus came down with his trunk dragging and banging behind him.
"You love me don't you?" I asked staring at the very light mint green carpet on my living room floor.
Marcus dropped his trunk and eyed me carefully.
"Wh...wha...what?" He stuttered.
"I know we've only dated for 3 months but I can see something in your eyes every time you look at me." I looked at him quickly then back to the carpet. "You wouldn't have asked me to go with you if you didn't."
"Maybe it's all part of the bet." Marcus sneered.
I looked at him, my bottom lip was quivering and tears where falling quickly from my eyes. I didn't reply to that comment. I couldn't, it hurt way to much. And Marcus saw it in my eyes because his eyes softened.
"You grew on me quickly Hermione Ann Granger." Marcus smiled. "One of few."
Marcus looked at me like he was going to cry. Then he apparated away without anymore words.
"Hermione come on." Ron growled roughly grabbing my left wrist.
"Ouch Ron!" I yelped.
"Sorry." He blushed and dropped my wrist.
"Come along kids." Molly grinned sadly. "Lets go home."
Ron, Harry, Ginny and I flooed back to the Burrow while the others apparated. When we got there Fred, George, Bill and Charlie where already in bed.
"Where's Percy?" I asked even though I knew not to.
"At his home. He owled a very polite letter to mum saying he was going. But he wasn't going to sit with us. Bill and Charlie went over there to 'convince' him to sit with his family." Ron answered.
"Kids go to bed. It's going to be a long day tomorrow." Molly ordered.
We trudged up the messy stairs and when Harry and Ron went to Ron's room they didn't say a word. Ginny and I changed in silence and she climbed tiredly into an old, worn twin bed and I snuggled into an old pink sleeping bag. Maybe after about 15 minutes I heard Ginny snoring.
I decided to raid the fridge because my tummy was rumbling. So I climbed out of the sleeping bag and trudged very quietly back down stairs. And at the bottom step I almost tripped over something. Then it hissed at me.
"Crookshanks." I growled. "Shoo."
A loud clap of thunder made me squeal in fright.
"Who's...oh Hermione dear." Mrs. Weasley's voice relaxed.
"Sorry Mrs. Weasley. But I wasn't expecting it to storm tonight." I said going to the fridge.
"You gave me a fright." Molly said standing up letting an emerald green full length nightgown fall back in place while she pulled a red robe on. "Hungry?"
"Yes." I said rolling the elastic waistband of my blue superman pj pants.
"You slept right through supper." Molly spoke tiredly flicking on the kitchen/dining room light. "None of us really ate anything except Harry. So there is plenty to eat."
"What did you make?" I asked helping her pull stuff out of the fridge.
"Macaroni and Cheese, hamburgers, potato salad, pasta salad, and fruit salad."
"You really out do yourself sometimes." I laughed and sat at the table.
Molly laughed too and handed me a fork.
"No plates?"
"Less dishes." Molly smiled and started to eat with me.
We where both quiet for a while then I spoke up.
"Mrs. Weasley may I tell you something?" I asked shyly.
"Sure dear, anything." Molly put her fork down.
"I'm in love."
"Oh dear that's wonderful. With who?"
"That's the problem. He's someone Harry and Ron would throw an absolute fit about. And I don't care about what he was."
"Is it that Malfoy boy?" Molly frowned. "Because if it is Hermione I can't even say I'll support you with that."
"No, no Mrs. Weasley. It isn't Draco. It is...he was a Slytherin though. And a very good Quidditch player." I smiled and played with some of the macaroni in front of me.
"Who is it then?"
"Can you please not tell anyone?"
"This is strictly confidential. I promise." Molly smiled.
"It's...Oh I'm not ready to tell yet."
"Take your time dear. I'll be ready to know, when you're ready to tell me."
"Thank you so much." I said and threw my arms around Molly.
"You're very welcome dear. Now time for bed." She said.
I started to help her clean things up but Molly stopped me.
"Don't worry about that dear. I'll get it. I need something to keep my mind off Ar...things."
"Night Mrs. Weasley. And by the way." I stopped at the foot of the stairs. "It's Marcus Flint."
Then I headed upstairs with a wide eyed Weasley looking after me.
"What do you mean I was mumbling about Marcus Flint?" I asked looking at Ron curiously.
"You where Hermione." Harry added. "Even though it was very hard to understand we always caught the name Marcus or Flint."
Damn my habit of talking in my sleep.
"I don't know what you guys are talking about." I lied casually hugging a pillow to my stomach.
"Hermione don't..."
"Ron, Harry leave Hermione alone or she'll have to be stuck in bed for a while." Ginny spoke up. "You know what Poppy told us."
Ron and Harry glared at Ginny because they didn't like the fact she told them to stop.
"We'll leave you alone Hermione." Ginny said in a motherly way. "Come down when you're ready."
"Thanks Gin." I smiled at her and got ready for the wake. When we go to the funeral home Harry, Ginny, Ron and I sat in a corner of the very, very large room. People where coming up to Ron and Ginny and telling them how sorry they where for them. But I didn't hear a lot of what was said. I was in my la la land.
"I can't believe you!" I yelled at Marcus while throwing a vase at him.
"Hermione listen, I..."
"I don't want to hear it." I interrupted him.
"Hermione you will listen to me." Marcus snarled grabbing my bare arms. "Why won't you listen to reason?"
"Reason? What reason?" I asked my body shaking with anger. "You're the one who wants to run away from your problems. Why? Why am I not good enough for you?"
"You are Hermione." Marcus cooed moving his hands from my bare arms to the cloth of my tan halter top. "But my family won't think so."
"So you have to do what your family wants?" I asked. "I ignored my parents warnings after our first couple dates. They told me I shouldn't get involved with the enemy. You wanna know what I told them?"
Marcus looked at me blankly.
"I told them that the only enemy wears a dark mark on their arm. And..." I started but stopped and looked at the floor of my house.
It was August, I was at my home and Marcus had being staying regularly even though it was a muggle place. My parents where out and I can't even remember what Marcus said to piss me off so bad. But he said something. I know he did.
"And what?" He pushed.
"Does it matter. Apparently we're over. Apparently when we...we...you know what we did." I said blushing terribly.
"If you can't say that we made love Hermione then it didn't mean anything did it?" Marcus questioned.
"Fine then. I guess we're over than. That means you should leave." I told him trying to fight back my tears. "You better pack and go. Before my parents get home. My father won't be pleased with you."
"Hermione." Marcus begged trying to grab my wrist as I turned around but I slipped it easily out of his grip.
You learn some things when you're dating people. Like where their weak spots are or how fast their reflexes are.
"Please go." I whimpered wiping tears from my eyes.
I seem to cry a lot.
"Hermione come with me." Marcus said suddenly and like it was the best idea ever.
I turned towards him my feet rubbing on the carpet.
"What are you thinking?" I started to yell again. "I can't leave my parents, my home, my friends or Hogwarts. How could you even think of asking me this?"
"Sorry." Marcus said softly with a defeated face. "I'll leave."
I kept my eyes on Marcus as he stomped up the wooden staircase. And I heard his heavy footsteps stop in my room. Then I sat down on a big mint green and white stripped couch. I heard a lot of stuff being thrown around in my room. I didn't care at the moment he just asked me to do something a 16 year old shouldn't be asked. After a while Marcus came down with his trunk dragging and banging behind him.
"You love me don't you?" I asked staring at the very light mint green carpet on my living room floor.
Marcus dropped his trunk and eyed me carefully.
"Wh...wha...what?" He stuttered.
"I know we've only dated for 3 months but I can see something in your eyes every time you look at me." I looked at him quickly then back to the carpet. "You wouldn't have asked me to go with you if you didn't."
"Maybe it's all part of the bet." Marcus sneered.
I looked at him, my bottom lip was quivering and tears where falling quickly from my eyes. I didn't reply to that comment. I couldn't, it hurt way to much. And Marcus saw it in my eyes because his eyes softened.
"You grew on me quickly Hermione Ann Granger." Marcus smiled. "One of few."
Marcus looked at me like he was going to cry. Then he apparated away without anymore words.
"Hermione come on." Ron growled roughly grabbing my left wrist.
"Ouch Ron!" I yelped.
"Sorry." He blushed and dropped my wrist.
"Come along kids." Molly grinned sadly. "Lets go home."
Ron, Harry, Ginny and I flooed back to the Burrow while the others apparated. When we got there Fred, George, Bill and Charlie where already in bed.
"Where's Percy?" I asked even though I knew not to.
"At his home. He owled a very polite letter to mum saying he was going. But he wasn't going to sit with us. Bill and Charlie went over there to 'convince' him to sit with his family." Ron answered.
"Kids go to bed. It's going to be a long day tomorrow." Molly ordered.
We trudged up the messy stairs and when Harry and Ron went to Ron's room they didn't say a word. Ginny and I changed in silence and she climbed tiredly into an old, worn twin bed and I snuggled into an old pink sleeping bag. Maybe after about 15 minutes I heard Ginny snoring.
I decided to raid the fridge because my tummy was rumbling. So I climbed out of the sleeping bag and trudged very quietly back down stairs. And at the bottom step I almost tripped over something. Then it hissed at me.
"Crookshanks." I growled. "Shoo."
A loud clap of thunder made me squeal in fright.
"Who's...oh Hermione dear." Mrs. Weasley's voice relaxed.
"Sorry Mrs. Weasley. But I wasn't expecting it to storm tonight." I said going to the fridge.
"You gave me a fright." Molly said standing up letting an emerald green full length nightgown fall back in place while she pulled a red robe on. "Hungry?"
"Yes." I said rolling the elastic waistband of my blue superman pj pants.
"You slept right through supper." Molly spoke tiredly flicking on the kitchen/dining room light. "None of us really ate anything except Harry. So there is plenty to eat."
"What did you make?" I asked helping her pull stuff out of the fridge.
"Macaroni and Cheese, hamburgers, potato salad, pasta salad, and fruit salad."
"You really out do yourself sometimes." I laughed and sat at the table.
Molly laughed too and handed me a fork.
"No plates?"
"Less dishes." Molly smiled and started to eat with me.
We where both quiet for a while then I spoke up.
"Mrs. Weasley may I tell you something?" I asked shyly.
"Sure dear, anything." Molly put her fork down.
"I'm in love."
"Oh dear that's wonderful. With who?"
"That's the problem. He's someone Harry and Ron would throw an absolute fit about. And I don't care about what he was."
"Is it that Malfoy boy?" Molly frowned. "Because if it is Hermione I can't even say I'll support you with that."
"No, no Mrs. Weasley. It isn't Draco. It is...he was a Slytherin though. And a very good Quidditch player." I smiled and played with some of the macaroni in front of me.
"Who is it then?"
"Can you please not tell anyone?"
"This is strictly confidential. I promise." Molly smiled.
"It's...Oh I'm not ready to tell yet."
"Take your time dear. I'll be ready to know, when you're ready to tell me."
"Thank you so much." I said and threw my arms around Molly.
"You're very welcome dear. Now time for bed." She said.
I started to help her clean things up but Molly stopped me.
"Don't worry about that dear. I'll get it. I need something to keep my mind off Ar...things."
"Night Mrs. Weasley. And by the way." I stopped at the foot of the stairs. "It's Marcus Flint."
Then I headed upstairs with a wide eyed Weasley looking after me.