Title: The Potter Game
Author: Yours truly
Disclaimer: Meh
Notes: Read "The Boy who Really Lived"! And I used two quotes in here from something else.. Let's see if someone catches it.. If you do, I'll give you a cookie. Hopfully this works...I had to enter it twice. Bah.
Chapter Eleven: Fearless
Hermione furiously brushed away hot tears from her eyes as she ran the cool water from the faucet. She took a washcloth and held it under the water, getting it wet. She rung it out, making sure it wasn't too dripping, and then held it against Draco's forehead.
"Why did you do that?" he asked, looking at her skeptically.
"Do what?" her voice was almost cold. It reminded Draco of his mother's voice. Harsh, yet not quite so mean.
"Fight with Ron like that just because he-" Draco began, but he found that he was cut off by her voice again.
"Why does it matter to you?" she asked, still dabbing his forehead with the cold cloth. A drip of water fell down to his nose and then dripped off onto her free hand.
"I've never seen you like that, you were the bitch from hell," he said, truthful spite his joke. He thought he saw a flicker of a smile come across her mouth but it could very well have just been a trick of the light. (Of all the names..)
"Sometimes you have to be tough to get done what needs to be done," she said.
"I know exactly how you feel," Draco said, swatting her hand from his forehead, nonchalantly. She lowered the washcloth and walked back into the bathroom, putting it in the sink.
"Remember earlier, I guess it was a day ago, I asked you why you were so mean all the time?" Hermione asked, looking in the mirror but not at Draco. She was resting her palms on the marble sink.
"No, I don't remember. I got amnesia overnight," he rolled his eyes. She scoffed, but it sounded more like a stifled laugh. (Didn't know I was so hilarious. I should get a job with Bozo the clown.)
"I was wondering, well, other than all that stuff you said. I've never even seen you have a girlfriend or a friend, at that. Do you even like anybody, let alone love? Because if you do, you surely don't show it," she said, still looking in the mirror.
"Sometimes we don't do what we want to do because we're afraid that other people will know that we want to do them," he said, almost immediately after she had finished talking. Her eyebrows furrowed.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she said. He paused.
Then he sneered, "It means keep your big nose out of my business, stupid mudblood."..
Ron frowned, his face looking a little distorted that way. (Kids...) His sigh was a little broken as he looked over at where Harry had previously been sitting. Luna and him had gone to their room to bed. Charlie and he were the only ones out there still.
"Don't worry, Ron. You didn't mean to do that, Hermione knows, she'll come around," he smiled warmly.
"Thanks," Ron said, but his frown was still glued in place...
"So, what's it like?" Luna asked, curled up in a blanket as Harry sat at the desk, looking over some papers.
"What's what like?" he said, turning the chair to face her. She took a while to respond, her head slightly twisting as she thought.
"I know you get it all the time, but what's it like to be a hero?" she blinked, her big eyes wandering. Harry didn't know how to answer this. He wasn't different than anybody else, at least he didn't think he was.
"I don't know, what's it like to be you?" he said. "It's pretty much..normal."
"No, I mean..." she chewed on her lip, thinking and then she spoke again, "I know your normal. What I meant was, what's it like when you're there. When you saved Ginny, when you saw Cedric?" Harry closed his eyes and drew in a breath and then opened them.
"It's hard, but you can get through it knowing that you're doing what's right and your helping someone that you love," he tilted his head. She watched him for what seemed like hours, he grew uncomfortable and shifted in his seat a couple of times until she finally talked again.
"You are fearless in a way I shall never know."
Author: Yours truly
Disclaimer: Meh
Notes: Read "The Boy who Really Lived"! And I used two quotes in here from something else.. Let's see if someone catches it.. If you do, I'll give you a cookie. Hopfully this works...I had to enter it twice. Bah.
Chapter Eleven: Fearless
Hermione furiously brushed away hot tears from her eyes as she ran the cool water from the faucet. She took a washcloth and held it under the water, getting it wet. She rung it out, making sure it wasn't too dripping, and then held it against Draco's forehead.
"Why did you do that?" he asked, looking at her skeptically.
"Do what?" her voice was almost cold. It reminded Draco of his mother's voice. Harsh, yet not quite so mean.
"Fight with Ron like that just because he-" Draco began, but he found that he was cut off by her voice again.
"Why does it matter to you?" she asked, still dabbing his forehead with the cold cloth. A drip of water fell down to his nose and then dripped off onto her free hand.
"I've never seen you like that, you were the bitch from hell," he said, truthful spite his joke. He thought he saw a flicker of a smile come across her mouth but it could very well have just been a trick of the light. (Of all the names..)
"Sometimes you have to be tough to get done what needs to be done," she said.
"I know exactly how you feel," Draco said, swatting her hand from his forehead, nonchalantly. She lowered the washcloth and walked back into the bathroom, putting it in the sink.
"Remember earlier, I guess it was a day ago, I asked you why you were so mean all the time?" Hermione asked, looking in the mirror but not at Draco. She was resting her palms on the marble sink.
"No, I don't remember. I got amnesia overnight," he rolled his eyes. She scoffed, but it sounded more like a stifled laugh. (Didn't know I was so hilarious. I should get a job with Bozo the clown.)
"I was wondering, well, other than all that stuff you said. I've never even seen you have a girlfriend or a friend, at that. Do you even like anybody, let alone love? Because if you do, you surely don't show it," she said, still looking in the mirror.
"Sometimes we don't do what we want to do because we're afraid that other people will know that we want to do them," he said, almost immediately after she had finished talking. Her eyebrows furrowed.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she said. He paused.
Then he sneered, "It means keep your big nose out of my business, stupid mudblood."..
Ron frowned, his face looking a little distorted that way. (Kids...) His sigh was a little broken as he looked over at where Harry had previously been sitting. Luna and him had gone to their room to bed. Charlie and he were the only ones out there still.
"Don't worry, Ron. You didn't mean to do that, Hermione knows, she'll come around," he smiled warmly.
"Thanks," Ron said, but his frown was still glued in place...
"So, what's it like?" Luna asked, curled up in a blanket as Harry sat at the desk, looking over some papers.
"What's what like?" he said, turning the chair to face her. She took a while to respond, her head slightly twisting as she thought.
"I know you get it all the time, but what's it like to be a hero?" she blinked, her big eyes wandering. Harry didn't know how to answer this. He wasn't different than anybody else, at least he didn't think he was.
"I don't know, what's it like to be you?" he said. "It's pretty much..normal."
"No, I mean..." she chewed on her lip, thinking and then she spoke again, "I know your normal. What I meant was, what's it like when you're there. When you saved Ginny, when you saw Cedric?" Harry closed his eyes and drew in a breath and then opened them.
"It's hard, but you can get through it knowing that you're doing what's right and your helping someone that you love," he tilted his head. She watched him for what seemed like hours, he grew uncomfortable and shifted in his seat a couple of times until she finally talked again.
"You are fearless in a way I shall never know."