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Title: The Extreme
Author: Enchanted Ink
Disclaimer: Harry Potter indica is the property of J. K. Rowling and the Warner Bros. Association; NOT ME :(
Summary: H. A. Granger is in love- with the youngest male Weasley. There is one problem. Ron is no longer an innocent, awkward boy, and she has come to the conclusion that he is after another girl... Her enemy is a master in the art of relationships, and she will do anything for his council.
Rating: PG-13 for possible:
-Language
-Sexual Content
-Violence
-Drugs &/or Alcohol
Extra Info.: Words in italic indicate thought or emphasis on the given term.
A/N: Sorry for the delay. I have some awknowledgements to make.
PureSunshine: Thank you very much for your review! I'm really happy that you thought the aspects like the love handle and the clothes make the story more realistic, that's what I wanted. I hope that it keeps you interested. I'm going to try.
Lucyferina: I really like the fact that I'm getting positive feedback on the beginning, because usually that's what worries me the most. Thanks!
Remix2002: I'm going to try to update a.s.a.p. at every post, I appreciate your interest!
brinky: Yay! I've never really thought of it as cute, but I'll assume that's a good thing!
Amoria: When a person gains wait, their stomachs are no longer flat, they get 'rolls' of skin. One roll is called a love handle. Her shirt, although not see-through, would still show a visible bulge. I remember being confused when I first heard the phrase, too. I hope that you feel better, and thank you for your review.
highinthesky7: I'm thrilled that you gave me advice on that particular subject, I've been too scared that I'm starting to ramble that I probably exclude a lot of details the story would normally have.
I would also like to show gratitude toward:
-ek398
-Fiery Phoenix
-Scarlet Suspense
I'm glad I'm qualified for your Author Watch Lists.
Thank you so much!
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Hermione Granger ran. Cold wind... Blurry objects speeding by... The distinct sound of her feet hitting the asphalt in an orderly pattern... Love handles were not loveable, and with this conclusion Hermione Granger ran. It was an addiction.
Greens transitioned to reds and oranges as summer transitioned to fall. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry loomed in Hermione's memory. She could vision the large brick castle with perfection, an imprint left from the time she had spent there. Now it was only a matter of time in which she would journey back for her final studies... For her final opportunity to win Ron's love.
Vulnerable.
Hermione had exercised, and exercised, and exercised, and exercised, and exercised continuously. Draco's remark had left her vulnerable, not just to him but to the whole world. It was a paranoia that no matter where she went, people were staring at her with judgement. She felt that everyone, not just herself, was obsessed with her weight.
Hermione remembered hearing rumors at school about the anorexic girls in fourth year. She remembered thinking it was all nonsense. Now she could relate. I would never starve myself, my self-control isn't that great. But now I know why they weren't eating. They were hungry for beauty. Their solutions just weren't ideal. With these thoughts, she ate, but lightly due to her purpose.
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Platform 9 3/4 was busy and bustling with people. Hermione huffed heavily, anxious for the traffic to dissipate so she could slip through the 'concrete wall' she was leaning against. She had not seen Harry for several weeks, due to the fact that he was being held hostage with the Dursleys and had asked her to purchase his school supplies. As a result, her trunks were more hefty than usual.
As for Ron... Thoughts of him brought her thoughts sailing downward to her luggage, where stacks of reading material would allow her and Malfoy to trade tips on the opposite sex. She had poured over the thin, papery pages, both muggle and magical, in order to train herself. She had no idea there were so many relationship rules.
The Leaky Cauldron had left her wary at night, when strangers swarmed into the pub in streams. She could not bring herself to leave the safety of her room, and she sat up during the darkness pondering the scenario, the strangeness of it all. Questions raced through her mind.Why would Malfoy want to accept advice from me? I don't really have a romantic life to speak of.
Who does Malfoy fancy, if anyone at all? And if he doesn't fancy anyone, why does he want advice?
And does he need advice? I'm not blind, and I know that most females find him charismatic. Hermione had fallen asleep that night, trying to make sense of it all. She knew one thing; if most females found him charismatic, his advice would be very valuable.
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The winding scarlet train whistled as Hermione searched for two familiar faces. Due to the fact that she was Head Girl, she would not be sitting with Harry or Ron, and she wanted to inform them. Boarding the train, she went to the compartment reserved for her and her companion and panted with exertion as she attempted to put her trunk on the luggage rack.
Arms stronger than hers appeared and helped her complete the task. She sat down and shut her eyes, relieved, and finally managed to breathe, "Thank you." Opening her eyes, she shot up out of her seat and exclaimed, "What... what on earth... What are you doing here?"
Just then, a small knock was heard on the door. Messy black hair, bright green eyes, and a familiar grin that belonged to Harry Potter sat smiling back at her as Hermione glanced over once quickly, and then once again longer. She was thrilled to see him, and showed him so by throwing open the compartment entrance and throwing her arms around him in a hug.
As they broke apart, she saw his eyes grow round in surprise as he surveyed the other boy in the section wearing a shiny badge with the Head Boy inscription. "Ron?"
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The feast was excellent, as usual, and Hermione was glad that Ron was acting relatively normal. Not only had he changed physically, but also mentally. The fact that he was still eating great, heaping portions gave Hermione an odd sense of security.
I suppose I like normalcy. No wonder I'm so boring. Maybe if I were more daring or spontaneous, Ron would like me. I wonder if that's what he finds attractive about that Swan wench. It took all of her strength not to turn her head and stare at the Hufflepuff table, but she managed, if just barely. Her thoughts continued to race.
I'll be sharing a tower with Ron. Ron Weasley. Ronald Weasley. Hermione and Ron. Hermione and Ron Weasley. Hermione and Ronald Weasley... Okay, I'm going to shut myself up now. Hermione could almost feel her face heat up at her thoughts and what they implied. It's ridiculous to be humiliated by your own thoughts, she reasoned, but still...
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As the procession of students made their march up winding, moving staircases with realistic, chatty paintings, Hermione breathed in that scent. The scent of an ancient monument dedicated to education. She began to feel that eagerness to learn, and she knew she hadn't changed as much as she thought she had, which brought a frown to her features.
If Ron didn't like me before and now, then if he ever likes me in the future it's because I'm different.
Hermione left the band of boys and girls in first through seventh year and headed off to the lavatory. At the sink, while washing her hands, a handsome black eagle floated through the doorway with a small roll of parchment. Reaching for the extended leg and gingerly undoing the small knot, she glanced at the words and felt an instant spark of interest.
Granger,
Meet me in the Divination Tower at 12:00 p.m. for your first lesson.
And mine, I suppose.
D.M.
Classes haven't even started yet. Lessons so early? Oh well, I'll just ask Harry if I can borrow his Invisibility Cloak. I'll tell him I want to get a start on Divination reading and I need it to sneak into the library. He'll believe me, it's not exactly out of my character.
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Harry had allowed Hermione to use his cloak, and when he handed it to her the scowl on his face showed he thought she was being unreasonable.
The Divination Tower was quite a distance away, so Hermione set out for her destination at 11:30. Although her cloak was better protection than she could've hoped for, she snuck in the shadows upon instinct.With labored breath, Hermione came upon the trap door that lowered down a rope, the form of transportation she would need to ascend into the tower itself. Malfoy was already there.
The fireplace showed him in profile.
His blonde hair was touseled, long strands of the fine, silvery hair hanging over his forehead. His eyes, brown, were surprisingly soft and golden, with flecks of black conjured from the flames.
His broad shoulders were hunched as he sat down on one of the class cushions, his height obvious due to the fact that he looked so awkward.
He was wearing his white school shirt with the cuffs undone, the first three buttons undone, untucked, with matching baggy black muggle jeans that were completed with a silver chain. As his head shifted, she noticed a crystal stud in his ear. His manly appearance made her breath catch in her throat, and suddenly she remembered the last words he had said to her.
Glancing downward, she was relieved to see that the black sweater she had chosen, although rather dull, made her love handle disappear. It was leaving, although at a slow pace, after all of the effort she had made. Clearing her throat, he looked up with a startled expression. Standing, he yawned and spoke.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice husky from the fact that he hadn't spoken for some time.
Hermione lied and nodded, because for now...
She wasn't quite sure if she was.