The Final Love of Hermione Granger
Part One of Three
Hermione Granger was sitting in the library of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was in her sixth year of learning at the age of sixteen. This was the first time she had been by herself in months. She put down her quill and wept silent tears. Hermione had had a total of six boyfriends in the last four months, all charming in their own special way. Victor Krum, Professor Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Vincent Crabbe and Ronald Weasley had all liked her, and all had stolen her heart. She had just broken up with her most recent boyfriend, Ron, who had probably liked her most of all. Hermione wiped wet tears off her face and looked down at her smudged homework. She crumbled it up and threw it away. She put her head down on her arm and closed her eyes. She dreamt one of the weirdest dreams she had ever had.
"Hello Hogwarts!" a deep voice said. Hermione was in a pink chair. Cupids and heart with arrows were hung around the Great Hall. She looked behind her and saw the name "Six Bachelors" painted in bright red.
"What is happening here?" Hermione thought to herself.
The deep voice continued. "I'm your host Professor Lockhart here with you on the show where one lucky young girl has to pick between our six handsome bachelors." Hermione could have screamed. Professor Lockhart walked over to Hermione and put his arm around her. "Now Hermione, we are going to play a tape recording of each bachelor describing themselves. Then, you are going to pick which one you like the most. Remember though, their voice will be disguised so you do not now who is who." He put his arm down and pointed to a short goblin. "Hit it Georgie."
Georgie gave the thumbs up sign and hit a button.
"Hi, I am bachelor number one," a high pitched voice said. "I like to play sports and would love to go one a date with dancing and a boat ride." The recording ended. Hermione didn't really appreciate sports, but the date sounded interesting.
The second recording came on with a low male voice starting to talk. "Hi, I am bachelor number two. I like to talk and I am very kind and friendly. I would love to go on a dinner and a movie date." The second recording ended. Hermione needed someone who could be kind and friendly towards her.
The third recording started with an average fourteen year-old boy sound. "Hi, I am the third bachelor. I am strict and serious, but capable of having fun with a girl. I would love to go on a date to a museum and then go to dinner in a fancy restaurant." The third recording ended. Hermione wasn't to fascinated by the date, but the person sounded like he could be serious when it came to important things.
The fourth recording could not have been any higher as it began. "Hi, I am bachelor number four. I am kind, funny, friendly and have a great personality. My perfect date would be a romantic walk on the beach watching the sunset with a carry along dinner." The recording ended. Hermione loved the beach and the person sounded very kind and trustworthy.
The fifth recording started very deep. "Hello, I am bachelor number five. I love to play sports. My dream date would be a hike in the mountains with a picnic lunch in a forest." The recording ended. Hermione liked the forest, but again, wasn't very big on sports.
The sixth recording started, on a line between deep and high. "Hi, I am your final bachelor, or bachelor number six. I love to work hard, but I am still kind. My idea of a date would be visiting an old village and eat in the closest restaurant." The last recording ended. Hermione liked to visit old villages and working hard would be convenient.
Professor Lockhart walked up to her. "Okay Hermione, who is it going to be?"
Hermione quickly thought and decided on her favorite. "Bachelor number..."
Hermione jolted upright and looked around her. She didn't see anyone that could have woken her up. "What a weird dream!" She thought to herself as she rubbed her eyes.
Suddenly, Madam Pince appeared from behind a bookcase. "Hermione Granger!" She screamed, "You know very well that the library closes at four on Sundays. Get out!"
Hermione gathered up her things and started to walk away, though happily. The number four was suddenly appealing to her. But she didn't know why.
Hermione was back in the common room, but for some reason she was still depressed. She was lonely again. She thought about the people she had used to spend time with. She remembered her date with Professor Snape, maybe the weirdest experience she had ever had with a boy.
She thought about how foolish she had acted when Draco Malfoy had acted so kind to her.
She thought about Victor Krum, who had liked her since her fourth year during the Goblet of Fire competition and who couldn't pronounce her name.
Hermione thought about Harry, who was famous for many reasons, but still managed to like her and had been her friend since the very first day at Hogwarts.
She though about Crabbe, who used to be mean to her, but yet liked her in secret, against the ideas of his closest friends Draco and Goyle.
Then, she thought about Ron, who had had fights with her, liked her since the day they had met on the train and had been her friend no matter what. Hermione couldn't think of who she liked best, or of who may have liked her the best. Hermione was interrupted from her thoughts when she realized she still had homework in Transfiguration, Defense against the Dark Arts, Charms and Potions. Again, the number four. Why was it so familiar and important to her heart?
Hermione woke up the next day and went down to the Great Hall for breakfast. She sat down at a seat near the Teacher's Table when the owls flew in with the morning mail. A white owl soared toward her and dropped six letters in her plate. Hermione had a feeling she knew who they were all from. She opened the first one, then the second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth. They all said the same things but were signed by different names; Draco, Harry, Snape, Victor, Crabbe and Ron.
Dear Hermione,
I am sorry if I may have hurt you in some way. I will still love you no matter what happens between us or between you and anyone else. Please meet me in Hogsmeade at four P.M. I shall see you soon my love.
Lots of Love now and forever,
Snappykins, Malfykins, Ronnykins, Harrykins, Crabbekins and Vickykins
Hermione could barely believe her eyes. Not just by the letter, but again the number four. Why was that number continuing to annoy her every thought? She couldn't eat her breakfast since she lost her appetite from the letters. She got up, put the letters in her bag and walked out of the Great Hall. She did not know what the next day mean for her and for the rest of her life.
Hermione kept away from anyone who had sent her a letter that morning and they seemed to be keeping away from her. Hermione barely made it through that day. She couldn't pay attention in any of her classes and kept noticing the number four haunting her every moment. During her fourth class, Transfiguration, she finally cracked.
Professor McGonagol was talking about how to change a kitten into a button. Hermione was staring deep into space.
"It is very simple to do for some people who have mastered most of the other spells. All you have to do is tap the kitten four times on its head and then say..."
Hermione was dragged back down to Earth. Four. The number four had been said again in her presence. She stood up in her chair. "WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO TO ME?" she screamed with all her might. Everyone was now looking at her in great surprise. It was not like Hermione to interrupt a class.
"Is there anything wrong Miss Granger?" Professor Mogonagol asked, a little scared. But Hermione had already picked up her bag and was storming towards the door and out of the classroom, someplace that she could be by herself for as long as she needed to.
Hermione woke up the next day in peace. She felt a bit better, but almost instantly became nervous as she remembered what this day could mean for her. She got dressed and went to the library, where she remained until she had to leave for Hogsmeade.
It was three fifty nine as Hermione walked toward the hill. As much as she disliked it, she was thinking about the number four. She heard fighting voices as she reached the top of the hill. They were so loud and mingled together she could not tell what was happening up there. She had gotten to the top of the hill finally.
As Hermione stopped, all of the voice stopped and six faces turned in her direction. Then it came to her as she looked into the face of the person she truly loved most of all. The secret to the number four had come to her all of a sudden. The moment changed her life forever as she recalled her dream in the library two days before. The person she truly loved was bachelor number four, or as called by all...
Author's Note- I know, another weird and stupid chapter, but I enjoy writing them.
Only two parts to go, but do you know who bachelor number four is???
Part One of Three
Hermione Granger was sitting in the library of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was in her sixth year of learning at the age of sixteen. This was the first time she had been by herself in months. She put down her quill and wept silent tears. Hermione had had a total of six boyfriends in the last four months, all charming in their own special way. Victor Krum, Professor Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Vincent Crabbe and Ronald Weasley had all liked her, and all had stolen her heart. She had just broken up with her most recent boyfriend, Ron, who had probably liked her most of all. Hermione wiped wet tears off her face and looked down at her smudged homework. She crumbled it up and threw it away. She put her head down on her arm and closed her eyes. She dreamt one of the weirdest dreams she had ever had.
"Hello Hogwarts!" a deep voice said. Hermione was in a pink chair. Cupids and heart with arrows were hung around the Great Hall. She looked behind her and saw the name "Six Bachelors" painted in bright red.
"What is happening here?" Hermione thought to herself.
The deep voice continued. "I'm your host Professor Lockhart here with you on the show where one lucky young girl has to pick between our six handsome bachelors." Hermione could have screamed. Professor Lockhart walked over to Hermione and put his arm around her. "Now Hermione, we are going to play a tape recording of each bachelor describing themselves. Then, you are going to pick which one you like the most. Remember though, their voice will be disguised so you do not now who is who." He put his arm down and pointed to a short goblin. "Hit it Georgie."
Georgie gave the thumbs up sign and hit a button.
"Hi, I am bachelor number one," a high pitched voice said. "I like to play sports and would love to go one a date with dancing and a boat ride." The recording ended. Hermione didn't really appreciate sports, but the date sounded interesting.
The second recording came on with a low male voice starting to talk. "Hi, I am bachelor number two. I like to talk and I am very kind and friendly. I would love to go on a dinner and a movie date." The second recording ended. Hermione needed someone who could be kind and friendly towards her.
The third recording started with an average fourteen year-old boy sound. "Hi, I am the third bachelor. I am strict and serious, but capable of having fun with a girl. I would love to go on a date to a museum and then go to dinner in a fancy restaurant." The third recording ended. Hermione wasn't to fascinated by the date, but the person sounded like he could be serious when it came to important things.
The fourth recording could not have been any higher as it began. "Hi, I am bachelor number four. I am kind, funny, friendly and have a great personality. My perfect date would be a romantic walk on the beach watching the sunset with a carry along dinner." The recording ended. Hermione loved the beach and the person sounded very kind and trustworthy.
The fifth recording started very deep. "Hello, I am bachelor number five. I love to play sports. My dream date would be a hike in the mountains with a picnic lunch in a forest." The recording ended. Hermione liked the forest, but again, wasn't very big on sports.
The sixth recording started, on a line between deep and high. "Hi, I am your final bachelor, or bachelor number six. I love to work hard, but I am still kind. My idea of a date would be visiting an old village and eat in the closest restaurant." The last recording ended. Hermione liked to visit old villages and working hard would be convenient.
Professor Lockhart walked up to her. "Okay Hermione, who is it going to be?"
Hermione quickly thought and decided on her favorite. "Bachelor number..."
Hermione jolted upright and looked around her. She didn't see anyone that could have woken her up. "What a weird dream!" She thought to herself as she rubbed her eyes.
Suddenly, Madam Pince appeared from behind a bookcase. "Hermione Granger!" She screamed, "You know very well that the library closes at four on Sundays. Get out!"
Hermione gathered up her things and started to walk away, though happily. The number four was suddenly appealing to her. But she didn't know why.
Hermione was back in the common room, but for some reason she was still depressed. She was lonely again. She thought about the people she had used to spend time with. She remembered her date with Professor Snape, maybe the weirdest experience she had ever had with a boy.
She thought about how foolish she had acted when Draco Malfoy had acted so kind to her.
She thought about Victor Krum, who had liked her since her fourth year during the Goblet of Fire competition and who couldn't pronounce her name.
Hermione thought about Harry, who was famous for many reasons, but still managed to like her and had been her friend since the very first day at Hogwarts.
She though about Crabbe, who used to be mean to her, but yet liked her in secret, against the ideas of his closest friends Draco and Goyle.
Then, she thought about Ron, who had had fights with her, liked her since the day they had met on the train and had been her friend no matter what. Hermione couldn't think of who she liked best, or of who may have liked her the best. Hermione was interrupted from her thoughts when she realized she still had homework in Transfiguration, Defense against the Dark Arts, Charms and Potions. Again, the number four. Why was it so familiar and important to her heart?
Hermione woke up the next day and went down to the Great Hall for breakfast. She sat down at a seat near the Teacher's Table when the owls flew in with the morning mail. A white owl soared toward her and dropped six letters in her plate. Hermione had a feeling she knew who they were all from. She opened the first one, then the second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth. They all said the same things but were signed by different names; Draco, Harry, Snape, Victor, Crabbe and Ron.
Dear Hermione,
I am sorry if I may have hurt you in some way. I will still love you no matter what happens between us or between you and anyone else. Please meet me in Hogsmeade at four P.M. I shall see you soon my love.
Lots of Love now and forever,
Snappykins, Malfykins, Ronnykins, Harrykins, Crabbekins and Vickykins
Hermione could barely believe her eyes. Not just by the letter, but again the number four. Why was that number continuing to annoy her every thought? She couldn't eat her breakfast since she lost her appetite from the letters. She got up, put the letters in her bag and walked out of the Great Hall. She did not know what the next day mean for her and for the rest of her life.
Hermione kept away from anyone who had sent her a letter that morning and they seemed to be keeping away from her. Hermione barely made it through that day. She couldn't pay attention in any of her classes and kept noticing the number four haunting her every moment. During her fourth class, Transfiguration, she finally cracked.
Professor McGonagol was talking about how to change a kitten into a button. Hermione was staring deep into space.
"It is very simple to do for some people who have mastered most of the other spells. All you have to do is tap the kitten four times on its head and then say..."
Hermione was dragged back down to Earth. Four. The number four had been said again in her presence. She stood up in her chair. "WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO TO ME?" she screamed with all her might. Everyone was now looking at her in great surprise. It was not like Hermione to interrupt a class.
"Is there anything wrong Miss Granger?" Professor Mogonagol asked, a little scared. But Hermione had already picked up her bag and was storming towards the door and out of the classroom, someplace that she could be by herself for as long as she needed to.
Hermione woke up the next day in peace. She felt a bit better, but almost instantly became nervous as she remembered what this day could mean for her. She got dressed and went to the library, where she remained until she had to leave for Hogsmeade.
It was three fifty nine as Hermione walked toward the hill. As much as she disliked it, she was thinking about the number four. She heard fighting voices as she reached the top of the hill. They were so loud and mingled together she could not tell what was happening up there. She had gotten to the top of the hill finally.
As Hermione stopped, all of the voice stopped and six faces turned in her direction. Then it came to her as she looked into the face of the person she truly loved most of all. The secret to the number four had come to her all of a sudden. The moment changed her life forever as she recalled her dream in the library two days before. The person she truly loved was bachelor number four, or as called by all...
Author's Note- I know, another weird and stupid chapter, but I enjoy writing them.
Only two parts to go, but do you know who bachelor number four is???