A.N. Yay I got reviews!! Sorry about all the symbols last time; I tried
uploading it as a webpage but because my computer's Chinese and weird, the
quotation marks come out different so the symbols appear. So I'm back to
good old Microsoft Word. However my friend who has a nice English computer
said she might upload my stories on her computer, so hopefully I will be
able to add bold/italics without symbols popping up.
Review replies:
MPPSexxySiriusJamesRemus –Thank you. Incidentally poke update your stories please? I really want to read more.
Sarah Lou – I thought it might be interesting if Ron changed so I decided to try it out. The story will be written in 3rd person, so you'll have both Hermione and Ron's viewpoints, although I will probably concentrate on Hermione more.
Rosedust – I love Meteor Garden, but this story is only loosely based on it as there is no F4 and Hermione and Ron did like each other before. However I will probably be taking quite a few ideas from the MG plot so watch out .!
Airhead14 - Thank you.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. I only own...nothing. Not the characters, not even the plot. The song below is beautiful. It's from Evanescence's album 'Fallen'. I don't own that either. Life sucks.
Chapter 1
You don't remember me but I remember you
I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you
But who can decide what they dream?
And dream I do...
I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live, to breathe
You're taking over me
Have you forgotten all I know
And all we had?
You saw me mourning my love for you
And touched my hand
I knew you loved me then
I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live, to breathe
You're taking over me
I look in the mirror and see your face
If I look deep enough
So many things inside that are just like you are taking over
Taking Over Me, Evanescence
Hermione dragged her school trunk onto the Hogwarts Express, trying to find an empty compartment where she could sit and read in peace. She was no longer accompanied by Ron or Harry, and instead had to tag along behind Lavender and Parvarti. Ron was now rich. In fact he was probably part of one of the most important and wealthy wizarding families, rivaling the Malfoys. He was also captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and very popular. He didn't think she was worthy to walk behind him anymore. And Harry...she wasn't sure about Harry. He just sided with whatever Ron said.
She was starting to panic slightly when she was reaching the end of the train, passing full compartments with students laughing and having a good time. She got to the last compartment and stretched her hand out in front of her to slide open the doors. Finding it empty, she sighed with relief and settled down.
For six years she had sat on the same train at the beginning of September, looking forward to go to Hogwarts, excited about the new spells she would be able to learn, and generally having fun with her two best friends. This year however, it was a different matter entirely. Ever since Mr. Weasley had had that promotion, the Weasley family's income had increased dramatically. Ron had more money than he knew what to do with and his own fan club started, trailing after him around the school and desperately hoping to be able to speak to him.
Then the change came. At first it was just minor things – Ron would be slightly pompous on occasions but then he always apologized afterwards. He also became more careless with money, spending huge amounts of it at one time. Then he stopped paying attention in class. It wasn't like before when he merely switched off for a few minutes and then drop back to earth again, asking for help after the lesson ended. He actually skipped lessons now, staying in his dormitory doing goodness knows what. Hermione never ventured into the boys' dormitories now. Everyone knew that if his marks dropped he could easily catch up again with extra tutoring, not that he chose that option. Now he looked down at everyone, believing that he was the ruler of Hogwarts, not that that was untrue. Younger students would do anything to please him and even people from his own year were like that too.
But she refused to believe it. She knew that somewhere...Ron still existed. Not Ronald Weasley, son of the famous Arthur Weasley and captain of the Quidditch team. Just Ron.
Hermione sighed as she changed into her school robes, her 'Head Girl' badge pinned onto the front already. Her usual letter which arrived in the summer, telling her the list of books she had to buy for the new school year and a reminder that school started on the first of September, was accompanied by a letter announcing that she was Head Girl and a badge. She was pleased...but she just wished that Ron was there to celebrate with her like the time when they were both prefects in 5th year. She remembered the time when they were all at Grimmauld Place in the summer, Ron beaming madly that he had for once done something that he could be proud for. The memory of it pained her slightly but she brushed her thoughts away, like she often did lately.
Reaching inside her pocket, she pulled out a neatly folded piece of parchment. She unfolded it and gently smoothed out the creases, reading it through for the countless time.
Dear Miss Granger,
We are pleased to tell you that you have been elected as Head Girl for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Your duties will be the same as the ones you had when you were a prefect. In addition to those duties you will also be required to hold monthly meetings with the Head Boy to discuss the behaviour and progress of the school and anything else you feel suitable. You are allowed to take 10 points from students each day. It is your responsibility not to abuse this privilege and use your authority wisely.
Attached to this letter is your badge.
Minerva McGonagall
Hermione smiled as she carefully folded the parchment again and put it away, wondering who the Head Boy could be. She was hoping that it wouldn't be Draco Malfoy...meeting with him once a month would be torture for her.
Last night she had had that dream again. The one where Ron had ran excitedly down the stairs into the common room and announced that Mr. Weasley had had a promotion. The one where he had grinned broadly and promised her that he would not let money change him. The one which haunted her repeatedly every night.
She snapped out of her thoughts as the compartment doors slid open revealing two figures. One was tall with flaming red hair, the other was slightly hidden behind but his untidy dark hair could be seen.
Hermione raised a slender eyebrow slightly as Ron mumbled something that sounded like "This'll have to do," before sitting down on the seat opposite Hermione, slouching casually and running his fingers through his hair. Harry moved quietly next to Ron, his face passive and blank. They were both still dressed in Muggle clothing and, though Hermione hated to admit it, Ron was extremely good looking wearing just a black T-shirt and jeans.
As the train started moving, Hermione felt a strange sense of déjà vu as she realized it was just the three of them again. Harry, Ron and Hermione. Only now it was just Ron and Harry. And Hermione was just a nobody with...nothing.
She glanced at her watch nervously, noticing that only five minutes had passed, although she felt as if they should be at least halfway to Hogwarts by now. A few months ago sitting opposite Ron would have probably been the most normal thing to do. Yet now...now it seemed...unnatural. Almost frightening.
Whilst pretending to look down at her fingers, she looked up and saw that Ron was just sitting there...looking at...her? No it couldn't be...she was just in his line of vision. He must be staring at the extremely interesting wall behind her. That's it.
The compartment door slid open, breaking the tension between the two. Lavender Brown and Parvarti Patil walked in, both squealing excitedly as they saw Hermione.
"Oh Hermione darling it's so nice to see you again!" Lavender screamed as she nearly knocked Hermione over with the force of her hug.
"Er...yeah you too Parvarti," chocked Hermione, her voice muffled.
And so the pair settled down beside Hermione, talking about cosmetics, fashion, jewellery and other subjects that forced her to nod and smile politely. After all, hyper girls were better than nobody at all.
The food trolley came, with an assortment of snacks and drinks. Parvarti and Lavender immediately helped themselves to pumpkin pasties, chocolate frogs, and other sweets. It wasn't only after a while that Parvarti noticed that Hermione hadn't bought anything.
"I-I don't have enough money," she confessed after Parvarti had asked, shifting down slightly in her seat.
"Oh...well you could have asked me, I have lots of money," replied Parvarti.
"No it's ok...I'm not that hungry anyway."
Parvarti shrugged as she turned back to Lavender, a flask of pumpkin juice in one hand and chattering excitedly away. As the train gave a sharp jolt, her arm followed the same action as the orange fluid flowed out of its container and landed all over Ron. He looked up slowly, the juice dripping off his hair and landing on another part of his body. He didn't say anything; just watched Parvarti, his eyes glaring into hers.
"O-oh my G-god...I-I'm so sorry!" Parvarti stuttered, pulling her wand out from inside her robes. "L-let me help y-you-"
"Don't bother you pathetic woman," interrupted Ron as he stood up, ready to leave the compartment, whilst Harry sat there, the same expression on his face, looking mildly amused at the situation.
Hermione, whose emotions have been bottled up for months, suddenly all let loose at the same time.
"What do you think you're doing? Why can't you accept her apology? She may have made a mistake, but she's sorry and she wants to help. What's wrong with that? Do you really think that you're so great that you can just insult her like that?"
Ron paused at the doorway. He turned around and walked towards her. "Why do you bother defending her?"
"Because...because she's my friend. But I doubt that you understand friendship, Ron. Pathetic? I think you're the one who's pathetic."
Hermione breathed deeply, shocked that all those words had came out of her mouth. She was shaking, partially from the anger that was emitting out of her and the realization that Ron has disappeared. Standing before her was...Weasley.
He moved closer to her, one arm supporting himself on the wall behind her, his face close to hers.
"You had better watch out, Hermione Granger." He straightened and headed for the door again, and looked behind himself at her. "You're in for hell," he whispered before sliding open and then closing the door with such force that she jumped up.
A.N. That took a really long time to write. Just a note, I really do NOT like Parvarti or Lavender. I find them really annoying. So they're basically the villains in this story...though not good vs. evil. Please read and review!
Review replies:
MPPSexxySiriusJamesRemus –Thank you. Incidentally poke update your stories please? I really want to read more.
Sarah Lou – I thought it might be interesting if Ron changed so I decided to try it out. The story will be written in 3rd person, so you'll have both Hermione and Ron's viewpoints, although I will probably concentrate on Hermione more.
Rosedust – I love Meteor Garden, but this story is only loosely based on it as there is no F4 and Hermione and Ron did like each other before. However I will probably be taking quite a few ideas from the MG plot so watch out .!
Airhead14 - Thank you.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. I only own...nothing. Not the characters, not even the plot. The song below is beautiful. It's from Evanescence's album 'Fallen'. I don't own that either. Life sucks.
Chapter 1
You don't remember me but I remember you
I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you
But who can decide what they dream?
And dream I do...
I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live, to breathe
You're taking over me
Have you forgotten all I know
And all we had?
You saw me mourning my love for you
And touched my hand
I knew you loved me then
I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live, to breathe
You're taking over me
I look in the mirror and see your face
If I look deep enough
So many things inside that are just like you are taking over
Taking Over Me, Evanescence
Hermione dragged her school trunk onto the Hogwarts Express, trying to find an empty compartment where she could sit and read in peace. She was no longer accompanied by Ron or Harry, and instead had to tag along behind Lavender and Parvarti. Ron was now rich. In fact he was probably part of one of the most important and wealthy wizarding families, rivaling the Malfoys. He was also captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and very popular. He didn't think she was worthy to walk behind him anymore. And Harry...she wasn't sure about Harry. He just sided with whatever Ron said.
She was starting to panic slightly when she was reaching the end of the train, passing full compartments with students laughing and having a good time. She got to the last compartment and stretched her hand out in front of her to slide open the doors. Finding it empty, she sighed with relief and settled down.
For six years she had sat on the same train at the beginning of September, looking forward to go to Hogwarts, excited about the new spells she would be able to learn, and generally having fun with her two best friends. This year however, it was a different matter entirely. Ever since Mr. Weasley had had that promotion, the Weasley family's income had increased dramatically. Ron had more money than he knew what to do with and his own fan club started, trailing after him around the school and desperately hoping to be able to speak to him.
Then the change came. At first it was just minor things – Ron would be slightly pompous on occasions but then he always apologized afterwards. He also became more careless with money, spending huge amounts of it at one time. Then he stopped paying attention in class. It wasn't like before when he merely switched off for a few minutes and then drop back to earth again, asking for help after the lesson ended. He actually skipped lessons now, staying in his dormitory doing goodness knows what. Hermione never ventured into the boys' dormitories now. Everyone knew that if his marks dropped he could easily catch up again with extra tutoring, not that he chose that option. Now he looked down at everyone, believing that he was the ruler of Hogwarts, not that that was untrue. Younger students would do anything to please him and even people from his own year were like that too.
But she refused to believe it. She knew that somewhere...Ron still existed. Not Ronald Weasley, son of the famous Arthur Weasley and captain of the Quidditch team. Just Ron.
Hermione sighed as she changed into her school robes, her 'Head Girl' badge pinned onto the front already. Her usual letter which arrived in the summer, telling her the list of books she had to buy for the new school year and a reminder that school started on the first of September, was accompanied by a letter announcing that she was Head Girl and a badge. She was pleased...but she just wished that Ron was there to celebrate with her like the time when they were both prefects in 5th year. She remembered the time when they were all at Grimmauld Place in the summer, Ron beaming madly that he had for once done something that he could be proud for. The memory of it pained her slightly but she brushed her thoughts away, like she often did lately.
Reaching inside her pocket, she pulled out a neatly folded piece of parchment. She unfolded it and gently smoothed out the creases, reading it through for the countless time.
Dear Miss Granger,
We are pleased to tell you that you have been elected as Head Girl for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Your duties will be the same as the ones you had when you were a prefect. In addition to those duties you will also be required to hold monthly meetings with the Head Boy to discuss the behaviour and progress of the school and anything else you feel suitable. You are allowed to take 10 points from students each day. It is your responsibility not to abuse this privilege and use your authority wisely.
Attached to this letter is your badge.
Minerva McGonagall
Hermione smiled as she carefully folded the parchment again and put it away, wondering who the Head Boy could be. She was hoping that it wouldn't be Draco Malfoy...meeting with him once a month would be torture for her.
Last night she had had that dream again. The one where Ron had ran excitedly down the stairs into the common room and announced that Mr. Weasley had had a promotion. The one where he had grinned broadly and promised her that he would not let money change him. The one which haunted her repeatedly every night.
She snapped out of her thoughts as the compartment doors slid open revealing two figures. One was tall with flaming red hair, the other was slightly hidden behind but his untidy dark hair could be seen.
Hermione raised a slender eyebrow slightly as Ron mumbled something that sounded like "This'll have to do," before sitting down on the seat opposite Hermione, slouching casually and running his fingers through his hair. Harry moved quietly next to Ron, his face passive and blank. They were both still dressed in Muggle clothing and, though Hermione hated to admit it, Ron was extremely good looking wearing just a black T-shirt and jeans.
As the train started moving, Hermione felt a strange sense of déjà vu as she realized it was just the three of them again. Harry, Ron and Hermione. Only now it was just Ron and Harry. And Hermione was just a nobody with...nothing.
She glanced at her watch nervously, noticing that only five minutes had passed, although she felt as if they should be at least halfway to Hogwarts by now. A few months ago sitting opposite Ron would have probably been the most normal thing to do. Yet now...now it seemed...unnatural. Almost frightening.
Whilst pretending to look down at her fingers, she looked up and saw that Ron was just sitting there...looking at...her? No it couldn't be...she was just in his line of vision. He must be staring at the extremely interesting wall behind her. That's it.
The compartment door slid open, breaking the tension between the two. Lavender Brown and Parvarti Patil walked in, both squealing excitedly as they saw Hermione.
"Oh Hermione darling it's so nice to see you again!" Lavender screamed as she nearly knocked Hermione over with the force of her hug.
"Er...yeah you too Parvarti," chocked Hermione, her voice muffled.
And so the pair settled down beside Hermione, talking about cosmetics, fashion, jewellery and other subjects that forced her to nod and smile politely. After all, hyper girls were better than nobody at all.
The food trolley came, with an assortment of snacks and drinks. Parvarti and Lavender immediately helped themselves to pumpkin pasties, chocolate frogs, and other sweets. It wasn't only after a while that Parvarti noticed that Hermione hadn't bought anything.
"I-I don't have enough money," she confessed after Parvarti had asked, shifting down slightly in her seat.
"Oh...well you could have asked me, I have lots of money," replied Parvarti.
"No it's ok...I'm not that hungry anyway."
Parvarti shrugged as she turned back to Lavender, a flask of pumpkin juice in one hand and chattering excitedly away. As the train gave a sharp jolt, her arm followed the same action as the orange fluid flowed out of its container and landed all over Ron. He looked up slowly, the juice dripping off his hair and landing on another part of his body. He didn't say anything; just watched Parvarti, his eyes glaring into hers.
"O-oh my G-god...I-I'm so sorry!" Parvarti stuttered, pulling her wand out from inside her robes. "L-let me help y-you-"
"Don't bother you pathetic woman," interrupted Ron as he stood up, ready to leave the compartment, whilst Harry sat there, the same expression on his face, looking mildly amused at the situation.
Hermione, whose emotions have been bottled up for months, suddenly all let loose at the same time.
"What do you think you're doing? Why can't you accept her apology? She may have made a mistake, but she's sorry and she wants to help. What's wrong with that? Do you really think that you're so great that you can just insult her like that?"
Ron paused at the doorway. He turned around and walked towards her. "Why do you bother defending her?"
"Because...because she's my friend. But I doubt that you understand friendship, Ron. Pathetic? I think you're the one who's pathetic."
Hermione breathed deeply, shocked that all those words had came out of her mouth. She was shaking, partially from the anger that was emitting out of her and the realization that Ron has disappeared. Standing before her was...Weasley.
He moved closer to her, one arm supporting himself on the wall behind her, his face close to hers.
"You had better watch out, Hermione Granger." He straightened and headed for the door again, and looked behind himself at her. "You're in for hell," he whispered before sliding open and then closing the door with such force that she jumped up.
A.N. That took a really long time to write. Just a note, I really do NOT like Parvarti or Lavender. I find them really annoying. So they're basically the villains in this story...though not good vs. evil. Please read and review!