She found her way back to her flat fairly easily, and quickly ascended the
stairs. She saw the lights on as she passed by, and smiled. Her neighbors
and landlords who owned the small corner building were still up. They no
doubt would try to offer her a cup of tea while trying to set her up yet
again with their son Brian. Not that she had anything against the boy, he
was certainly charming and good-looking, he just wasn't what she wanted.
Luckily, she managed to slide past the hair salon that occupied the first floor, and make it up the stairs to the third floor where her flat was without running into any of the Allen clan. She didn't want to have to charmingly make her way through polite conversation, tea and toast as they asked her if she found someone to settle down with, and casually mentioned the fact that Brian hadn't been seeing anyone since he had stopped seeing an American girl who'd gone back to her hometown after she and Brian had had a fight.
Right now, she didn't want to think of any ideas for dates. For some odd reason, a tall dark figure kept sweeping through her mind. She kept finding the dark deep, almost omnipotent eyes following her wherever she went, although she knew that he wasn't near her, she still had the strange feeling she was being watched. She shrugged it off, and collapsed onto her bed, letting the royal blue sheets engulf her body.
She looked up at her ceiling, and at the glow in the dark stars that had been left there from it's previous occupants, a family whose young son had occupied the room. The stars were too high, and too stuck to remove easily, and she found the soft greenish yellow light the emanated to be almost comforting, the same way the night light that had burned in the hallway outside her room every night from the time she was born until the time she had gone to Hogwarts, and even still when she found herself home for the holidays, the light still burned.
She knew that she was well beyond the age of needing a nightlight, but still, the faint light calmed her, soothed her, as she thought of what had happened today. It had been like any other day, she had woken up, gone for her early morning stroll before getting dressed and heading for work. It was only after work, when she had gone for a drink, after a day like the one she'd had at work, she'd needed one, when things strayed from the ordinary.
And now, as she lay on her bed, she found herself smiling. She had made the right choice, she knew she had, She knew that some of things that she would have to do wouldn't be pleasant, but she knew that it was for a greater good. She rolled over onto her side, and felt Crookshanks crawl into the bed behind her, the warm lump comfortable against her back. She reached back and scratched the orange fur lazily for a minute before falling asleep.
END OF CHAPTER 13
Ok, so Rickmaniacs and Josh Hartnet fans alike will realize who Hermione's neighbors are (heheheh, do you really think I could avoid any other Rickman references?) But really, Brian's just there to get Hermione to realize where her true feelings lay. And that girl really needs to pay more attention to her surroundings. Snapecharmer, you know, you're right...I never thought of having another Wizard be the spy on Hermione...the way I was thinking was just because there's such persecution against Wizards that it would naturally be a muggle spy following her around...but I will keep your idea in mind!
Luckily, she managed to slide past the hair salon that occupied the first floor, and make it up the stairs to the third floor where her flat was without running into any of the Allen clan. She didn't want to have to charmingly make her way through polite conversation, tea and toast as they asked her if she found someone to settle down with, and casually mentioned the fact that Brian hadn't been seeing anyone since he had stopped seeing an American girl who'd gone back to her hometown after she and Brian had had a fight.
Right now, she didn't want to think of any ideas for dates. For some odd reason, a tall dark figure kept sweeping through her mind. She kept finding the dark deep, almost omnipotent eyes following her wherever she went, although she knew that he wasn't near her, she still had the strange feeling she was being watched. She shrugged it off, and collapsed onto her bed, letting the royal blue sheets engulf her body.
She looked up at her ceiling, and at the glow in the dark stars that had been left there from it's previous occupants, a family whose young son had occupied the room. The stars were too high, and too stuck to remove easily, and she found the soft greenish yellow light the emanated to be almost comforting, the same way the night light that had burned in the hallway outside her room every night from the time she was born until the time she had gone to Hogwarts, and even still when she found herself home for the holidays, the light still burned.
She knew that she was well beyond the age of needing a nightlight, but still, the faint light calmed her, soothed her, as she thought of what had happened today. It had been like any other day, she had woken up, gone for her early morning stroll before getting dressed and heading for work. It was only after work, when she had gone for a drink, after a day like the one she'd had at work, she'd needed one, when things strayed from the ordinary.
And now, as she lay on her bed, she found herself smiling. She had made the right choice, she knew she had, She knew that some of things that she would have to do wouldn't be pleasant, but she knew that it was for a greater good. She rolled over onto her side, and felt Crookshanks crawl into the bed behind her, the warm lump comfortable against her back. She reached back and scratched the orange fur lazily for a minute before falling asleep.
END OF CHAPTER 13
Ok, so Rickmaniacs and Josh Hartnet fans alike will realize who Hermione's neighbors are (heheheh, do you really think I could avoid any other Rickman references?) But really, Brian's just there to get Hermione to realize where her true feelings lay. And that girl really needs to pay more attention to her surroundings. Snapecharmer, you know, you're right...I never thought of having another Wizard be the spy on Hermione...the way I was thinking was just because there's such persecution against Wizards that it would naturally be a muggle spy following her around...but I will keep your idea in mind!