Disclaimer: Characters created by one, J. K. Rowling.
Copyright: I'll take plot, thanks ;) Sorry if any one else has used, it came from my mind whether someone else thought of it, I can't account for.
Rating: PG-13 - (just in case) I wouldn't let my ten year old go see someone kiss and make-out, would you? If you would, you're sick! Anyway....
Summary: HxHr. This story is post school. Three words and a grey mist were all that were left. Many years later and the mist was still there, in the crevices of her brain. Haunting her, ea. time she stepped inside the walls of the occurance. One more floor, floor one, inside the Earth.
Story Type: Fliclet 2-3 chapters
Title: Translucently Opaque
Chapter Title:
Her house was dark and right then, it annoyed her. Anything would annoy her at the moment. There were two owls waiting for her. She sighed in frustration as she picked the first one up. It read:
'Barging in and no one's home?
Sorry, wasn't home,
Try again some other time,
Throw down the dime,
Sing the rhyme,
Maybe I will come.
Hermione sighed, another letter. She picked other one up and frowned.
Hermione,
Come to work as soon as possible,
Mongo order, need some help up here,
The receiver is up here wanting it.
It was her boss. She apparated in frustration and ended up in the store room of her favorite book store. Where her boss was quickly packing several books in boxes. She walked over to help him but he pushed her away.
"Don't need you're help here, go keep him occupied!" he ordered. Hermione sighed and walked to the register. Looking down at the paper in routine she slowly looked up.
"How are you doing to day Mr. Perr...y..." she paused. She looked down at the slip of paper again.
"Harris Jett Perry?" she muttered to herself. She looked up again.
"HARRY you SNIPE!" she hissed lowly. He covered her mouth and glared at her.
"Harris, please, I'm doing fine," he said pointedly and removed his hand.
"Right then, Mr. Harris why such the LARGE order exactly?" she asked pointedly as well.
"Just starting up on a collection, I'll be ordering more today as well," he stated simply. Hermione's eyes widened slightly.
"Shall I place your order, we might be able to get it to you today with the others?" she inquired in a business like tone. She got out another slip and wrote down his 'name' etc. She looked up at him, in waiting. He nodded.
"Every book that I haven't already ordered please," requested as if it were nothing. Hermione coughed.
"Starting a library?" she asked as she wrote the word COMPLETE on the slip. He nodded with a smile.
"That'll be... let's see, a bit off since that's in bulk... 5,000 galleons," she stated, nearly choking on the word.
"You know, if you just told my manager who you were, you could probably get this all for a MUCH smaller price," she hissed under her breath.
"I apologize, I didn't hear that miss , musn't have been very important," he stated pointedly.
"What rhyme do you mean?" she whispered.
"The rhyme of demensions," he stated at a low whisper. She shook her head and went to take the slip of paper to her boss. He could hear her boss coughing from the register. She came back with a fake smile on. Her boss came in minutes later with a small bag. He handed it to Harris and then left, but not before hearing Hermione's last words to the man.
"I'll see you later, Harris," said Hermione. The man nodded and left.Her boss came back in.
"You know that man?" he asked. Hermione smirked.
"Yes, yes I do," she replied. He nodded in delight.
"Alright, can I ask you to go visit him tomorrow to take him the rest of his order?" he asked. Hermione nodded. He smiled and told her she could go home. She apparated home, straight into her front living room. She went over to her shelves and started looking for one of her poetry books. There, with a bookmark in the middle she found it.
'Through planes of this existance
Find the path of least resistance.
Find a portal, make it clear,
For this person to come here.'
She snapped the book shut, grabbed her purse and went straight to her fireplace. Throwing floo powder, she uttered Gryffindor Manor. Once inside the main room she went over to the room of doors.
'Through planes of this existance
Find the path of least resistance.
Find a portal, make it clear,
For Harry Potter to come here.'
(AN: My sister created the rhyme)
After a moment a man with long black hair tied in a pony-tail walked towards her. Once she saw the scar upon his forehead she ran towards him and enveloped him in a great hug.
"I missed you Mione," he whispered. His voice was much more gruff than she remembered. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
"Then why didn't you come back sooner?" she asked in sobs. She caught a tear running down his face.
"I couldn't, I just couldn't" he said quietly.
"But now I'm back and I will be here," he stated hesitantly into her hair. She shook her head.
"Voldemort's still out there, you won't completely be here," she sobbed into his shoulder. Harry pulled her off of him and she was appalled at his grin.
"That's the thing Hermione, he's dead, and his followers too," Harry said happily. Hermione's face grew confused.
"But you said.." she started. Harry nodded but put his fingers to her lips.
"Exactly, all that was needed, was for you to call me back to this plane. The person you saw wasn't me. I had just temporarily put my brain in his body," he said gently. Hermione's face stayed confused but she did not ask the question he was expecting to hear from her first.
"Plane?" she inquired. Harry nodded.
"That night I disappeared, you remember right?" he asked gently. Hermione's eyes watered in remembrance and she nodded.
"I had tried to apparate out but since I hadn't fully accomplished the art, and there are anti-apparation spells, I somehow got mixed up in another plane of existance. I was here all along, but with different people and different events, different times. On that plane, fifteen years passed. But since I was mixed up in planes, I didn't grow more than three years older, physically. But mentally, I have learned much more than I knew when I left you," he answered. He paused then looked her in the eye.
"Do you remember, everything, about the night I left?" he asked tentatively. Hermione blushed and nodded. She pulled herself back into his chest and his her face against him. She felt his head rest atop hers.
"And how do you feel about that?" he asked quietly. Without removing her head she replied.
"I do," she answered. Harry smiled though not sure yet of her answer.
"Is that a 'I feel the same way', or 'No I hate you'?" he inquired. She lifted her slightly so that she could kiss the side of his neck and then brought her head back down into the nook of his arm. Harry grinned and kissed the top of her head. He could feel her smiling and he loved it.
"Does that mean you'll be my girlfriend?" he inquired like a child sneakily asking for candy. This brought her head up. His head was leaning down at a tilt so that he could see her face and she took the opportunity. She kissed his cheek and grinned at him. She watched as a small smile grew on his face. He leaned down further; her head still looking upward. Her eyes stayed open, looking into his before they finally decided closing. She grew slightly tense at the touch of his lips. Harry seemed to sense this and moved his arms around her waist in embrace. One hand reached up to entangle itself in her hair. She grew relaxed and moved her hands around his waist as that was easiest. After a minute Harry pulled back and continued to watch Hermione. She heaved a big breath and looked him in the eye.
"That was my first you know," she stated uneasily.
"You're first what?" he asked, confused.
AN: that all make sense? hope so. I know that wasn't too long of a chapter but that just seemed a good place to stop.
Kostami Amino
Copyright: I'll take plot, thanks ;) Sorry if any one else has used, it came from my mind whether someone else thought of it, I can't account for.
Rating: PG-13 - (just in case) I wouldn't let my ten year old go see someone kiss and make-out, would you? If you would, you're sick! Anyway....
Summary: HxHr. This story is post school. Three words and a grey mist were all that were left. Many years later and the mist was still there, in the crevices of her brain. Haunting her, ea. time she stepped inside the walls of the occurance. One more floor, floor one, inside the Earth.
Story Type: Fliclet 2-3 chapters
Title: Translucently Opaque
Chapter Title:
Her house was dark and right then, it annoyed her. Anything would annoy her at the moment. There were two owls waiting for her. She sighed in frustration as she picked the first one up. It read:
'Barging in and no one's home?
Sorry, wasn't home,
Try again some other time,
Throw down the dime,
Sing the rhyme,
Maybe I will come.
Hermione sighed, another letter. She picked other one up and frowned.
Hermione,
Come to work as soon as possible,
Mongo order, need some help up here,
The receiver is up here wanting it.
It was her boss. She apparated in frustration and ended up in the store room of her favorite book store. Where her boss was quickly packing several books in boxes. She walked over to help him but he pushed her away.
"Don't need you're help here, go keep him occupied!" he ordered. Hermione sighed and walked to the register. Looking down at the paper in routine she slowly looked up.
"How are you doing to day Mr. Perr...y..." she paused. She looked down at the slip of paper again.
"Harris Jett Perry?" she muttered to herself. She looked up again.
"HARRY you SNIPE!" she hissed lowly. He covered her mouth and glared at her.
"Harris, please, I'm doing fine," he said pointedly and removed his hand.
"Right then, Mr. Harris why such the LARGE order exactly?" she asked pointedly as well.
"Just starting up on a collection, I'll be ordering more today as well," he stated simply. Hermione's eyes widened slightly.
"Shall I place your order, we might be able to get it to you today with the others?" she inquired in a business like tone. She got out another slip and wrote down his 'name' etc. She looked up at him, in waiting. He nodded.
"Every book that I haven't already ordered please," requested as if it were nothing. Hermione coughed.
"Starting a library?" she asked as she wrote the word COMPLETE on the slip. He nodded with a smile.
"That'll be... let's see, a bit off since that's in bulk... 5,000 galleons," she stated, nearly choking on the word.
"You know, if you just told my manager who you were, you could probably get this all for a MUCH smaller price," she hissed under her breath.
"I apologize, I didn't hear that miss , musn't have been very important," he stated pointedly.
"What rhyme do you mean?" she whispered.
"The rhyme of demensions," he stated at a low whisper. She shook her head and went to take the slip of paper to her boss. He could hear her boss coughing from the register. She came back with a fake smile on. Her boss came in minutes later with a small bag. He handed it to Harris and then left, but not before hearing Hermione's last words to the man.
"I'll see you later, Harris," said Hermione. The man nodded and left.Her boss came back in.
"You know that man?" he asked. Hermione smirked.
"Yes, yes I do," she replied. He nodded in delight.
"Alright, can I ask you to go visit him tomorrow to take him the rest of his order?" he asked. Hermione nodded. He smiled and told her she could go home. She apparated home, straight into her front living room. She went over to her shelves and started looking for one of her poetry books. There, with a bookmark in the middle she found it.
'Through planes of this existance
Find the path of least resistance.
Find a portal, make it clear,
For this person to come here.'
She snapped the book shut, grabbed her purse and went straight to her fireplace. Throwing floo powder, she uttered Gryffindor Manor. Once inside the main room she went over to the room of doors.
'Through planes of this existance
Find the path of least resistance.
Find a portal, make it clear,
For Harry Potter to come here.'
(AN: My sister created the rhyme)
After a moment a man with long black hair tied in a pony-tail walked towards her. Once she saw the scar upon his forehead she ran towards him and enveloped him in a great hug.
"I missed you Mione," he whispered. His voice was much more gruff than she remembered. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
"Then why didn't you come back sooner?" she asked in sobs. She caught a tear running down his face.
"I couldn't, I just couldn't" he said quietly.
"But now I'm back and I will be here," he stated hesitantly into her hair. She shook her head.
"Voldemort's still out there, you won't completely be here," she sobbed into his shoulder. Harry pulled her off of him and she was appalled at his grin.
"That's the thing Hermione, he's dead, and his followers too," Harry said happily. Hermione's face grew confused.
"But you said.." she started. Harry nodded but put his fingers to her lips.
"Exactly, all that was needed, was for you to call me back to this plane. The person you saw wasn't me. I had just temporarily put my brain in his body," he said gently. Hermione's face stayed confused but she did not ask the question he was expecting to hear from her first.
"Plane?" she inquired. Harry nodded.
"That night I disappeared, you remember right?" he asked gently. Hermione's eyes watered in remembrance and she nodded.
"I had tried to apparate out but since I hadn't fully accomplished the art, and there are anti-apparation spells, I somehow got mixed up in another plane of existance. I was here all along, but with different people and different events, different times. On that plane, fifteen years passed. But since I was mixed up in planes, I didn't grow more than three years older, physically. But mentally, I have learned much more than I knew when I left you," he answered. He paused then looked her in the eye.
"Do you remember, everything, about the night I left?" he asked tentatively. Hermione blushed and nodded. She pulled herself back into his chest and his her face against him. She felt his head rest atop hers.
"And how do you feel about that?" he asked quietly. Without removing her head she replied.
"I do," she answered. Harry smiled though not sure yet of her answer.
"Is that a 'I feel the same way', or 'No I hate you'?" he inquired. She lifted her slightly so that she could kiss the side of his neck and then brought her head back down into the nook of his arm. Harry grinned and kissed the top of her head. He could feel her smiling and he loved it.
"Does that mean you'll be my girlfriend?" he inquired like a child sneakily asking for candy. This brought her head up. His head was leaning down at a tilt so that he could see her face and she took the opportunity. She kissed his cheek and grinned at him. She watched as a small smile grew on his face. He leaned down further; her head still looking upward. Her eyes stayed open, looking into his before they finally decided closing. She grew slightly tense at the touch of his lips. Harry seemed to sense this and moved his arms around her waist in embrace. One hand reached up to entangle itself in her hair. She grew relaxed and moved her hands around his waist as that was easiest. After a minute Harry pulled back and continued to watch Hermione. She heaved a big breath and looked him in the eye.
"That was my first you know," she stated uneasily.
"You're first what?" he asked, confused.
AN: that all make sense? hope so. I know that wasn't too long of a chapter but that just seemed a good place to stop.
Kostami Amino