A/N: I know the drill, bad author, bad author! I am so sorry for taking forever and a day to update but I have been so very busy. . .
Please accept this chapter as a peace offering of sorts with the promise of many chapters to follow . . . enjoy
So lavender did you know that this was a Hogsmeade weekend . . .
As a matter of act Harry I did, why?
Well I was wondering . . . that is . . . if you weren't too busy
{At this point lavender could no longer contain the giggles}
Wha? What's wrong? What's so funny?
You are silly!
I am not silly! Dashing, charming, Sex God maybe, these are all thing that I am and silly is definitely not one of them!
Well Mr. Sex God, would you care to join me this weekend at Hogsmeade?
Why Ms. Brown, it would be my pleasure.
Wow . . . I thought that I would never consider anyone other then Hermione, but lavender. . .I don't know what it is, she's so sweet and the way she smiles it gives me such a great feeling inside knowing that I am the one making her smile like that.
The two sat together intently looking into each others eyes, a gentle blush creeping into both pairs of cheeks, with a sudden bravado that he had never felt before Harry leaned towards to whisper into lavenders ear when suddenly
CRASH!!
All the glass objects in the common room broke, not knowing the cause Harry drew his wand upon the silent crowd, not taking notice of the very red, bushy haired head girl leaving as quietly as possible.
The rest of the week went by in a blur. When Harry mentioned the impending date to his best friends turned couple her reaction was the polar opposite to rons enthusiastic support .
With less than 24 hours to "the date" Harry lied awake in bed thinking over the past week. He and Ron had been getting along famously and after the short note to lavender telling her how excited he was about Saturday every time he looked her way he was met with one of the most beautiful smiles known to man. Everything seemed to be perfect, except for Hermione every time he spoke to her she would either ignore him or speak to him as though he was as low as Malfoy, that is when he could find her, she had taken to leaving the room whenever he came near, and that broke his heart a little more each day.
Harry woke up with a start. He couldn't help the growing excitement he quickly showered and spent the next 30 minutes struggling with his hair and deciding what to wear. After giving up on his hair he threw on a forest green jumper tied his shoes and went down for breakfast, he wanted to eat early so that he and lavender could get an early start to the day as he rushed out the portrait whole he wasn't looking where he was going, suddenly he fell and he thought it would have hurt but he landed on something rather soft, something soft that was wriggling
Would you please be so kind as to get your fat arse off of me please?
I'll have you know I have a very nice arse, according to witch weekly it's one of the top ten wizarding arses in the country thank you very much!
Ha ha, a comedian I couldn't care if it was one of the best arses in the world you still weigh a ton, so get off!
Ok, ok don't get your knickers in a twist
What's your problem anyway? Why have you been avoiding me all week?
I have not been avoiding you
Yeah right and voldermort realized he was being a giant prat and decided to break his wand and become a Tibetan monk!
At this Hermione could no longer hold back the laughter
I've missed that
Missed what?
Your beautiful laughter
Oh Harry don't do that
Do what?
Say things like that
Why not? It's true
Because it won't change anything and it doesn't make anything easier, that's why.
Hermione looked up into those pools of emerald green and silently prayed that she wasn't blushing. She so desperately wanted to tell him everything, she wanted to say that she loved him more than anything and couldn't stand the idea of him with another, she wanted to tell him she had been a fool and to ask forgiveness for the way she had acted, but she couldn't. They stood there staring at each other for Merlin knows how long not wanting the moment to end and yet not knowing what to do or say next. That problem was solved when the portrait swung open again producing a very groggy looking Ron weasley.
Hey guys what's going on?
What? Oh nothing love, I was just having a little chat with Harry
Uh yeah mate we were just talking
Ok well do you both think you can chat while we eat I'm famished
Great idea Ron let's go
Once in the great hall Ron, oblivious to the fact that his two best friends were ignoring each other was piling his plate with food aimlessly talking to no one in particular about the next Quidditch match.
Hermione?
Yes Harry
I think we need to talk
No Harry, I think we need to forget
Forget what Hermione?
Exactly
Hermione?
End of subject Harry! Don't you need to go meet someone now?
Whatever Hermione
At that Harry left the table looking very pissed off and nearly knocking down a few first years in the process.
Harry waited at the main stairwell for a good fifteen minutes brooding over what Hermione had said to him
How could she ask me to forget? She made it sound as if she might have feelings for me, how can I willingly forget what I have longed to hear for so long?
Wait a tick! I can't have feelings for her! She's with Ron and I'm about to go on a date with lavender! I can't do this! I can't go out with Lav! I have to tell her. . . I have to . . . oh my god!
At this moment all coherent thought left because at this moment an angel stood before him. . .
Lavender who he had always considered pretty today looked radiant, she was dressed in a simple blue sundress that brought out the color of her eyes, her hair had soft curls cascading down her back and was pinned back with a small butterfly clip showcasing her face that wore little make-up and a very slight pink to her already moist lips. Quite simply Harry was speechless
Hi Harry!
Uh . . . you uh . . . look you . . . sod it all . . . hi Lav
So are you ready to go?
Of course silly! I have been looking forward to this all week
Harry then gave her his arm and they were off, neither noticing nor feeling the person behind them in the shadow throwing daggers at them with their eyes. . .
There it is folk's chapter 4! I bet your wondering who was in shadows. Please dear readers, my reason for writing, review and make this author feel as though she isn't completely messing this story up.