Last Love
Summary: Blah Blah! If you're in my fourth chapter you must know what happens in the previous three...
Thanks to: Smash1234 Thanks for reviewing I'm sorry I rambled on... I was just... like, 'in the zone'. I love chocolate too, and I like Lupin handing out chocolate, it's cute, although I DO know he doesn't give chocolate at random intervals
Gryffindor620 Truthfully, I've never liked Ron, personally, I do not like him. But OBJECTIVELY, I do like him... he's funny and nice, Yet I SWEAR I'd rather Hermione end up with... with... Flitwick, no, THE GIANT SQUID... HECK even VERNON rather than Ron! I don't care... Voldemort himself if you want... but not Ron, just like I would rather Harry end up with... with... TRELAWNEY rather than Ginny or Cho! (I do not have anything against the Weasley's, actually I LOVE The Twins, Bill, Charlie, Molly, Arthus and even Percy(I do not believe Percy is really bad, I think it's more like a plan between Arthur, Dumbledore and Percy))
AshleyPotter13 OMG! I LOVE YOUR STORIES!!!! EVERYONE SHOULD READ 'WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?' Orders everybody to read AshleyPotter13's fic but wait until you've read THIS chapter...:P Keep it up Ashley! Yay!
Disclaimer: Well, as I see JK is NOT around I will tell you the truth...—aherm—I DO own Harry Potter! –Jk Rambo jumps from behind and gags her, then takes her away into a dark dark spot—
Author's Note: Alright, today was my first day of school, and I'm posting this to give you something new to read because I cannot post the next chapter until I really get settled in class and make a schedule, today was my first day not only in 9th grade but also in HIGH SCHOOL, so it's kindof like a big thing. I apologize if I can't update soon. But anyways this is my fourth chapter... I like it... it was very fun to write, I liked my third one because it's like that inspirational kinda crap, but this one is more like... goofy! It's funny, I think, why don't you read and let me know!.
Secret Draught... Surprise Party... Sinful Reciprocation
It was Friday morning; Hermione was very excited about tonight, and was talking to Harry about it in the hallway.
"Well, maybe you should go during lunch, you know, that way no one will see you." Harry nodded.
"When will he be back?" Harry would go to Hogsmead to get candies and butterbeer, and would come back, hide them in his room, and with Hermione they would prepare the party later.
"Well, I was going before dinner to see him, he will come to dinner and then we will go up to the common room."
"You have to make sure he's the last one up in the common room, everybody knows it's a surprise, right?" Hermione did not have time to answer because of a high pitched squeak echoing through the hall, followed by Professor Snape running with his hands over his head, screaming his lungs out. Snape stopped in front of Harry and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and lifted him up. "Professor Snape, what is it?" Harry said starting to panic.
"Potter! Potter! They are after me! They are ALL after me! They are here! And they will kill who ever is in the way! They are out to get me!" Snape seemed to be having some kind of nervous breakdown in the middle of the hall.
"Who's here? The Death Eaters?" Harry asked. Snape dropped Potter to the ground, looked back and squealed harder than it should be humanly possible.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Save your self!" He started waving his arms frantically on the sides.
Dumbledore was staring as Harry and Hermione spoke. She was eager and excited, while Harry seemed less than bummed out. He would occasionally blush and nod.
"What are you doing, Albus?" A voice said softly behind him.
"Why, Minerva, just look at them..." Dumbledore said as he signalled McGonagall to look at Harry and Hermione talking.
"What about them?" McGonagall asked confused, she knew Ron was dating Hermione, and that was it. Yet, the boy in front of Hermione was not Ron, maybe Dumbledore was starting to see things... He might have flipped his lid... that many lemon drops could not be good for anyone.
"They just fit together." Dumbledore took his eyes away from the "couple" and set them on McGonagall.
"You cannot play around with free will, Albus. I refuse to help you play matchmaker. Granger and Weasley are happy together." Minerva said in THAT tone of voice.
"But..." Dumbledore did not have time to say anything when Snape came screaming like a little girl as if his life depended on it... although, according to Snape... it did.
Harry fell to the floor and looked up at his professor. This was it, he HAD snapped. All those years of pretending to be a Death Eater were getting to him... "Professor?" Harry asked still on the floor.
"Professor Snape, what's wrong? Maybe we should get Dumbledore?" Hermione asked, the last question directed more to Harry than Snape. Snape leaned down and held Hermione from both arms and started shaking her madly.
"Not even Albus Dumbledore can help any more." Another girly scream. "They are going to get us all! HELP!"
"Severus! What is this racket? Put the poor girl down before her head rolls off." Albus walked to see what was wrong with his Potions Master.
"Albus! Oh, Albus! They are here!" He squealed once more.
"WHO ARE HERE?" Dumbledore said firmly. Draco Malfoy was coming behind Snape, looking innocent, relaxed.
"Professor Snape?" He poked his Head of House in the back as he realized the scene he was making. Snape jumped so high that he almost touched the ceiling, than he squealed like a young maiden who just saw a spider, threw his hands over his head and ran to the dungeons. Draco was wide eyed. "What's wrong with him? What did you do to him, Potter?" He asked as he extended one hand out to help Harry up.
Harry looked at the hand and then at the owner, a little reluctantly he took the hand and helped himself up, once up he started clearing the dust off. "I didn't do anything, Malfoy."
"But... then... I... he...--sigh-- the Slytherin reputation has just been flushed down a toilet." Draco said mournfully.
"Uh... it wasn't THAT bad..." Harry lied...
"He was SQUEALING! LIKE A LITTLE GIRL WITH GOLDEN BRAIDS!! How in Merlin's name isn't THAT bad?" Draco yelled.
"He said someone was here, Professor Dumbledore, he said they were out to get him." Hermione turned to the two professors standing dumbfounded in front of them. McGonagall seemed to be having quite a lot of trouble suppressing a grin after seeing her colleague acting in such a fashion. Dumbledore turned to Malfoy and then to Harry.
"Do you think it's... the Death Eaters? They are after him?" Harry asked fret starting to overwhelm his voice. If the Death Eaters had found out he was a spy, then he was really in danger, not only him, The Order was in danger. McGonagall's smirk turned into a frown, and Dumbledore's eyes were filled with worry.
"No, they don't know he's a spy for The Order. They think he's doing an, I quote, amazing job spying on the moron that is Albus Dumbledore, I end quote." Hermione and Harry turned to look at Malfoy in surprise... his father was supposed to be a Death Eater; he had landed in Azkaban because of The Order. All his family had been Death Eaters and muggle-haters. Malfoy had even called Hermione a 'filthy little mud-blood' once. How has all THAT changed? "Close your mouth Potter, you look like you just saw a three headed dog walk by."
It was the class before lunch, and Hermione and Harry sat down in their usual seats in the dungeons. Waiting for Snape to arrive, they both wondered how much more paranoid had he become. Then the door was opened, Harry groaned... and who came into the room? None other than the cheerful, smiling... Professor Dumbledore?
"Good morning everyone!" Dumbledore said cheerfully. "I dare say Professor Snape is indisposed at this moment, and so I will be teaching Potions today. Professor Snape had an incident, yesterday morning, some students wanted to test their new concoction so they slipped a little in Professor Snape's breakfast, after watching his reaction, they named the potion 'Paranoid Draught'. It's a potion that, apparently, seems to create an idea in the person's mind that everybody is out to get them." Dumbledore said very amused.
"That's why he was acting like that." Harry commented out loud.
"Iiiiiiindeed, Harry." Dumbledore nodded vigorously. "He will spend some time in the infirmary while we discover an antidote. He is willing to help, which means it will be easier... or maybe harder if he keeps screaming like a banshee every time someone comes near him with a knife. Well, what's done is done. Fancy any lemon drops, anyone?" This was the best Potions class everyone had ever had. Even the Slytherins agreed to that thought, Dumbledore offered them candy, and talked to them in class, he helped them do the potions right, and gave them all good grades.
"Well, alright Harry. Lunch started 30 minutes ago. Everybody is in the Great Hall now. Go... WAIT! No! Not now! McGonagall is staring at us. Moron." Hermione said under her breath ................................................................................................................................. now go, fast! Dumbledore is speaking to her. Run!"
"Minerva, can I ask you for a favour?" Dumbledore asked turning to look at McGonagall... She looked back at him and waited for his request. "Well, Harry and Hermione..." Dumbledore started sweetly.
"I will NOT play matchmaker, Albus."
"You say it like it's a bad thing." McGonagall glared at Dumbledore.
"Albus, I don't think we should..." She sighed. "I mean... what about Mr. Weasley? Just because he's in the Hospital Wing... he's coming back today. Miss Granger is having a small 'Welcome Back' Party for him." Dumbledore's eyes began to twinkle and McGonagall slapped herself mentally.
"It's the perfect situation!"
"Albus..." McGonagall said strictly.
"Minerva..." Albus said just as severely. They went on in this fashion for at least thirty minutes.
"Fine..." McGonagall turned to look at Potter who made a movement of leaving but was stopped by Granger. She turned to face the Headmaster. "What did you have in mind?" McGonagall turned back to the Gryffindor table and Potter was gone. (A/N: Ok, Dumbledore DOES care about Ron, but... he's old, Harry's like a child to him, and... he's old... and... I think he's high on lemon drops... I agree with McGonagall, that many lemon drops can't be good for anyone)
Hermione paced around the Common Room, suspense growing inside of her. "He should be here by now. We are going to be late!" She said to herself as she looked around, still no sign of Harry. "Could he have been caught?"
"Boo!" A bodiless voice said and Hermione yelped in surprise. Harry took of the invisibility cloak and cackled. "I always had wanted to do that!" Hermione hit him playfully as she laughed as well.
"Is everything ready?" She said catching her breath.
"All up in my room, but at the moment, we better run to Transfiguration." They ran all the way from Gryffindor Tower to Transfiguration hoping not to be late, and if they were hoping not to get caught.
"Miss Granger, Mr. Potter, you two are late, but because it's your first time being late, I will not give you detention, instead I will take 5 points from Gryffindor each, and I hope you take this as a warning." Hermione and Harry took a seat in the only two desks left. They were learning to transfigure beetles into worms. It was quite complicated. Yet, for the first time Hermione couldn't, or most likely wouldn't, pay much attention, she was too excited about seeing Ron up and about again. Minerva had not finished saying Class Dismissed when Hermione had already pulled Harry out of the class and was running to the Hospital Wing, holding Harry by the collar of his shirt.
When they got to the Hospital Wing Ron was standing up and cleaning his robes, looking awkwardly at an overly reactive Severus Snape.
"Ron!" Hermione yelled and jumped on him as she flung her arms around Ron's neck, Ron smiled and wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist, yet he lost balance and toppled over to the bed, were he hit his head against the wall.
"I told you, Ron! Foolish boy! They ARE after us! Hide!" Severus said as he pulled the covers of his bed to hide him completely. Ron kissed Hermione and stood up.
"What's up with Snape?" Ron asked as he clapped Harry's back.
"Oh, you don't want to know." Harry said shaking his head.
"He's been rambling on about people coming after him; no one has been able to get near him! When Madam Pomfrey tucked him in the bed he turned to me and whispered... 'Oy, Ron, they got you too? We are trapped, we are prisoners.' My first thought was... 'Bloody hell, the greasy git finally caved in.', you know, of course my second thought was 'Since when does he call me Ron?' anyways. Then he started telling me, that if when Pomfrey turned around we hit her over the head with a goblet, she would loose consciousness for a moment and we would be able to run for it." Ron said apprehensively.
"Thank God he didn't try it..." Hermione said clinging to Ron's arm. "She would've kicked him out!"
"Don't be so sure, Hermione, he DID try! I had to get out of bed and practically wrestle the goblet out of his hand! He then accused me of being a traitor and leader of a conspiracy against him and started hitting ME with the goblet!" Harry chuckled. "You wouldn't be laughing, mate, if it would've been you... I think I'm still a little bit bruised. Who knew the man had it in him to hit so strongly. After continuously hitting me over the head with the goblet, Madam Pomfrey had to stun him so that I could get back in bed, I tell you, I had a head ache for about the rest of the day. Then when he woke up again, he whispers to me. 'Ron, nice job! I think we convinced her, now, let's try the goblet thing again.' I shut my curtains and ignored his constant yelling that I had been brain washed." Ron sighed.
"It's funny, to watch Professor Snape acting like this." Hermione giggled.
"I'd say it's more like disturbing..." Ron turned to Harry as he heard this. "What? It's true!"
"Ron! Pst! Pst! Weasley! RON!" Snape yelled as he took the covers off just enough to only see his eyes... "Hey, are they gone yet?" Snape whispered.
"It's only us, Professor Snape." Hermione said reassuringly and then he pulled the sheets down.
"Potter? Potter is that you?" Harry looked around the room.
"Er... yes..."
"You've come to save us!" Snape jumped on the bed.
"Let's get out of here before Pomfrey kicks us out." Harry, Ron and Hermione's last view of Severus in the Hospital Wing was of a man standing up in bed while jumping up and down with his hand in the air yelling... 'Freedom'.
"So, anything happen while I wasn't around? Besides Snape..." Ron asked as he ate as much as the never-ending supply of food let him. Soon enough they were the only ones in the Great Hall, except for Dumbledore and Minerva. Harry shook his head, if Ron kept eating like this he was not going to eat any candy.
"I'm glad to see you around Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore said as he joined them in the Gryffindor table. McGonagall sat next to him.
"Feeling better?" Minerva asked gently. Ron nodded, his mouth full.
"Oth Corts." He said spitting bits of smashed potatoes all over Harry, if they had been ORIGINALLY smashed, or they were rather chewed, Harry would never know. "Tshorry." He spit again. Harry slowly cleaned his face while glaring at Ron.
"Well, it's getting late, you better be going kids." Minerva said and winked at Hermione.
"SURPRISE!" Ron's ears went red as he examined the room, serpentine paper and confetti had fallen all over him as he had stepped through the Portrait Hole. There was a huge sign that read 'Welcome Back Ron', in golden letters against a red background. There were candies of all types and butter beer. Hermione was standing next to him and she had a grin that not only lit up her face but the whole room, according to Harry.
"Ron, how are you feeling?" Dean Thomas said as he took Ron over to the drink table. Hermione went over to the armchairs in front of the fire and she stared at the fire as she heard Ron's laughter.
"Here." Someone extended her a butterbeer and she took it not caring who it was. "He's having fun, isn't he?" Harry said as he saw Ron drink his 20th (¿?) butterbeer.
"Mhm... why aren't you there?" She asked as she looked at Ron gently.
"You were alone here; I didn't think it was fair, besides, I believe Ron is having enough fun for the three of us." Harry said with a laugh. Hermione giggled and turned back to stare at Ron. All of a sudden music started playing, and Harry would've sworn he saw a pair of pale blue twinkling eyes... wink at him...
"Come on." Hermione grabbed him and pulled him to the circle that had formed as everybody spoke over the music. They stood there, butterbeer in hands. "Did I mention I think this is my 10th butterbeer?" Harry shook his head. "How many have you had?" Harry thought a moment; it took some time to think with all the loud music.
"Somewhere between 10 and 1000!" He yelled back.
"I know!" Ron's voice was heard. "Let's play spin the bottle!" He said happily.
"What are you?" Harry yelled at him as he took the empty butterbeer bottle from his hand. "9?" Ron looked at the bottle and back at Harry and just shrugged. Then he went back to... talking to Dean and Seamus.
"Drunk." Hermione said as Harry went over to stand next to her.
"Hm?"
"You asked what he was. I'm answering. He's drunk." Hermione said with a sigh. "Actually, I think I'm a little drunk too." 'Well, there's nothing to be scared about, everybody here is drunk too, even Harry.'
"I agree, I do believe I'm a bit tipsy..." Harry said applying some sarcasm on 'bit'. Harry and Hermione looked around the room and after a couple of minutes Hermione started feeling dizzy.
"Harry, I think I'll go to my room, I think I might be a little TOO drunk!" Harry nodded, grabbed her elbow and helped her up the staircase. They stopped in front of the girls' staircase where you couldn't here the music, and Hermione looked at Harry, as he just stood there in front of her. 'Ok, Harry, here she is, standing in front of you, kiss her. It's not like you are going to DO anything to her. Just one little kiss, for the sake of knowing you kissed her once.' Harry thought to himself as he looked deeply into her eyes, there she was, staring at him in a way that only she could, making him feel what only Hermione could make him feel, and he felt his heart leap up into his throat and his stomach do a couple of back flips.
'He... he's very handsome.' Hermione thought to her self as Harry stared into her eyes, somehow she felt as if he could see all the way into her soul, she felt his gaze, penetrating into her soul, so tangible that it even hurt. 'What am I saying! I'm dating Ron! Yet... Harry is... Oh dear, he's coming closer.' Hermione blushed as Harry came closer to her, both had their eyes closed. Just before their lips touched they looked into the other's eyes and grinned in approval, then they slowly closed their eyes. It was short, Harry touched his lips to hers and started pulling away, but soon he felt someone put their hands around his neck and pull him harder into the kiss, and he knew it had been Drunk-Hermione, he slowly slipped his hands around her waist as he pulled her closer. Hermione was drunk enough to not know what she was doing, and even though he was sober enough to know it was wrong, he was also drunk enough not to care... or maybe not drunk... but in love? Soon they were intertwined in a deep kiss. And as he felt her body fit so perfectly against his, he was sure, that somehow, this was meant to be, the kiss, maybe he would never date her, but this kiss was just right. It was not passionate, or lusty, it didn't feel dirty or guilty. It felt sweet, soft, kind. The expression of a love, a true love, Harry's love, kept hidden for far too long.
Ron looked around for Harry or Hermione, any of them would be good enough to mortify, but... they weren't there, then he noticed the portrait hole was open, and he decided to go look... after all, maybe Harry was there. He walked out and it was hard for him to see, it was so dark... and then, he heard a familiar voice, a voice he couldn't quite put a finger on whisper into the air.
"You can't play charades all your life." He, then, went back in, closed the door... and smiled as he saw Ginny had fallen asleep in a couch.
"Will they remember? Harry and Hermione I mean."
"I believe so... Ron will figure everything out soon enough; he's a clever boy, he'll make the right choice, you'll see it's for the good of them all..."
"What do you mean?"
"You can't play charades all your life."
"What next, then?"
"We wait... Minerva... we wait."
Author's Note: So... what does Dumbledore means? Let me assure you he has a VERY good reason for what he did, he always does... my story WILL get better, at least it's getting better to WRITE... hope it's getting better for the reader as well.