A.N. Oh dear. I just read the third book yesterday and found out that Mr.
Weasley's original job was Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office. I
thought he just worked in that office and wasn't the head. So just for my
story's sake...let's just pretend that he was a little nobody in the
Ministry of Magic.
Review replies:
Trym – Good question. Why doesn't he? All I can say is...he's powerless to do anything really. I don't want to reveal too much.
MPPSexxySiriusJamesRemus – Thank you. I love My Immortal. It's a great song.
shadow929 – Thank you. Here's the next chapter.
doriansportrait – Ron will indeed. This chapter should hopefully make you happy.
airhead14 – Hermione will get her own back...in a way. Keep reading to find out.
Core – Thank you!
Amiz – Thank you!
GryffindorGoddess28 – Yup she's the second girl. The first? Well you'll find out now.
SarahLou – Harry doesn't approve of Ron's actions too much but he'll always stand by Ron's decisions and support him. I think you may like this chapter better.
nightman – Thanks you.
Wolverine is Hott – Of course. I definitely will continue this story.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. Meteor Garden belongs to its producers. So far, I own nothing.
Chapter 4
Hermione stormed back to the Gryffindor common room, where she was completely taken by surprise when she saw Lavender and Parvarti by the notice board, pinning up something that looked suspiciously like the previous notice.
"What are you doing?" she asked. "You were the ones who wrote the other...other thing?"
"That's right."
"But...why...?"
"Why should a girl like you be noticed by Ron Weasley? We've been working so hard to be perfect and yet he's putting all his energy into you."
"Do you think I like being chased by his fan club and getting continuously drenched in water and being pranked on?" she half shouted, feeling guilty about putting the blame on Ron when he was innocent. "Well feel free to offend him, then you'll get all his attention."
She ripped the notices down from the board. "10 points from Gryffindor," she said and walked away, feeling angry and ashamed.
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Hermione walked uncertainly towards the Heads' rooms, hoping that she would find Ron there. She wanted to apologise about bursting...and he didn't know anything about what she was on about.
"Oh...dear..." she whispered as she realized how dodgy what she had said must have sounded. Simply telling him that she was a virgin out of the blue. Mentally hitting herself, she reached the rooms which were concealed behind a painting of Hogsmeade.
"Oh dear...I was never told the password," she said to herself. According to Professor McGonagall both she and Ron were supposed to make up one but it looked as if Ron already had without telling her.
"OK...think like him. If I were Ron Weasley, what would I choose as a password?"
She stared at the painting for a few seconds before realizing.
"Honeydukes," she said firmly. The painting swung forwards automatically to let her in. She smiled and entered.
There was a large desk in the middle of the room where Ron was sitting, with books spread everywhere. He...was actually studying...for once. He looked up to find out what the interruption was, and grinned as he saw it was Hermione.
"Oh good you're here," he said, putting down his quill.
"I only came here to say that I was-"
I'm going to give you a chance."
"What? What chance?"
"I'll allow you to be my girlfriend. You can walk behind me when I say so and when nobody's looking; you can even walk beside me. I'll forgive you for what you've done in the past."
Hermione glared at him in silence.
"So, aren't you happy?"
"Happy?" she repeated. "Of course I'm happy, because it means that something is definitely wrong with your head. You're giving me permission to walk beside you? I'll walk IN FRONT of you if I wish to!"
Anger flashed in Ron's eyes but when he spoke his tone was calm. "No, I'm being serious. I'll give you anything you want. Clothes, make-up, money-"
"Wait money? You're buying me? You're BUYING me to be your girlfriend? Well I'm telling you this, Ron Weasley. You can buy anything in this world but you can't buy me!"
"You're-what? You're refusing? Do you know how many girls are desperate to just speak to me? And you're refusing to be my girlfriend?"
"Well get those girls who are so desperate to be your girlfriend then! I am not one of those girls. I'm the only thing that your money can't buy!"
"What? Hermione-"
"Don't you 'Hermione' me! I'm Granger to you. Do you hear? Granger!"
With that she stormed out of the Heads' lounge, completely forgetting the purpose she was there for in the first place, leaving a confused and upset Ron.
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Hermione walked towards the North Tower, continuously asking herself why. She was just trying to get some peace and quiet away from the Gryffindors wasn't she? Then why did something inside her hope that Harry would be there? Besides it was quite late and if she didn't get back soon she would risk getting caught and having a detention. Head Girl? Detention? She had always tried to avoid detentions and she wasn't going to start welcoming them now, especially when she was the one who was supposed to set a good example.
But there he was, leaning forwards and looking up at the sky.
"Hey..." she said softly, not wanting to break the silence.
He turned and looked at her with a smile on his face. "Hello."
Hermione walked slowly forwards and joined him. "What are you doing here?"
"Just watching," he replied, shrugging his shoulders casually. "What about you?"
"Trying to get away from everyone else," she sighed, turning around and leaning on the balcony on her back. Harry didn't reply, but looked up again at the dark sky as if searching for something. She shivered slightly. "It's quite cold tonight."
Harry didn't reply, but suddenly said, "I really like this place. It's so peaceful and quiet."
Hermione nodded, suddenly discovering that talking to Harry was extremely hard. Her stomach was clenched tightly and breathing was difficult too. She turned her head ever so slightly to the right so she could take in his features. He was a lot taller now; she came up only to his shoulders. Or maybe she had shrunk. His raven black hair also looked a lot more...mature. It was still messy, but elegantly so, and part of it fell down to hide the lightning shaped scar in the middle of his forehead.
"Hedwig!" he suddenly exclaimed as a speck of white appeared against the black sky. Hermione shook her head slightly and saw a snowy white owl glide gently down onto Harry's outstretched arm. A small piece of parchment was attached to her leg, which he untied excitedly and opened up. Hermione longed to ask what it was and who it was from, but that would have been invading his privacy.
He finished reading it and looked at Hermione, a strange smile on his face. "Did I tell you that you look really pretty today?" He bent slightly and kissed her on the cheek. "Goodnight Hermione."
Harry walked away, the smile still etched on his face, clutching the parchment tightly in his hand. Hermione touched the side of her face where Harry had kissed. Luckily it was dark; otherwise he would've seen that her face was incredibly pink.
She shivered again and rubbed her arms from the cold, sneezing twice.
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Harry returned to his dormitory, where Ron was already lying on his bed, a worried expression on his face.
"Did you get it too?" he asked anxiously. Harry nodded, grinning for two reasons.
"Oh great...I was hoping that she only told me as a joke."
Harry set the parchment down in front of Ron as proof.
Dear Harry,
I'm returning to England and Hogwarts! Mum and Dad have agreed to let me finish my education here instead. They change their minds a lot don't you think? Anyway, I should arrive in mid October sometime hopefully. Can't wait. I still really miss you.
Ginny
"Oh just great!" yelled Ron as he lay back on his bed, crossing his arms and pouting like a young child.
"Come on Ron it can't be all that bad."
"Yes it can. You've seen her hexes. And she punches really hard too."
"It's your fault that she hexes you in the first place."
"Whatever...you're grinning like an idiot by the way."
"Can you blame me?"
"I guess not."
Harry's grin grew even wider as he sat down on his bed, but this time it was one of mischief instead. "The first girl to stand up to Ronald Weasley returns."
"Shut up," ordered Ron, feeling pissed about two things that had happened that day. His previous encounter with Hermione had gone completely wrong. He had meant to...try to make up with her but instead it sounded exactly like what she had said. That he wanted to buy her. He groaned and clambered off his bed.
"Where are you going?"
"The Heads' rooms."
"Why?"
Ron paused. "To be by myself for a while."
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The first of October came the next day, meaning that it was time for Hermione's first meeting with Ron to discuss as Head Boy and Girl. Not that they'll get very far...the meeting will probably end up with the two throwing insults at each other the whole time. But she didn't want to disappoint Professor Dumbledore or McGonagall, so she consented and prepared to walk to the Heads' rooms after dinner. Just as she reached the painting of Hogsmeade, however, someone spoke.
"Look at this, Granger," said a voice behind her. Hermione turned around as she recognized the voice and saw Parvarti and Lavender, looking very smug and holding a copy of 'Witch Weekly'. Lavender chucked it into her arms and said, "Look at the front page."
Wondering where this was going, she did as they said and saw a picture of...Ginny Weasley. They hadn't been able to talk or to contact each other in ages, as Ginny was sent to Beauxbatons last year to continue with her education there. Hermione was afraid that Ginny might have turned out like Ron, but judging by her personality, she hopefully hadn't.
"That's right. It's Ginerva Weasley."
Hermione looked at the picture again, and found that she could hardly recognize Ginny. She was dressed in a simple but elegant white gown that complimented her complexion perfectly, her soft red hair slightly curled and falling down past her shoulders. She had a faint smile on her face as she twirled in the photo, showing that she had a good figure and was quite tall.
"She's probably the most famous model in France, and the person Harry Potter's liked for ages, since 6th year and she's returning in a couple of weeks. Do you really think that you can compare yourself with her? You're not even worth a single strand of her hair. What makes you think that Harry's going to like you?"
Hermione was silent as she looked at the picture. So this was why Harry never went for any girl after his short relationship with Cho. He liked Ginny all this time. How come he never told her or Ron?
"What's wrong, Granger? Can't think of anything to say? You were quite loud a while ago," sneered Parvarti as she reached out and pushed Hermione onto the ground. She didn't move and just sat there in the same position.
Suddenly the painting swung open and out came Ron with a very irritated expression on his face. "Who the hell is being so loud? Can't anyone get any peace around this place?"
"Oh my god...we're so sorry Ron!" stammered Lavender.
Ron spotted Hermione on the floor and immediately reached out to pull her up. "What have you been doing to her? Leave her alone! You two better watch out tomorrow."
With frightened looks on their faces, Parvarti and Lavender scampered away after apologizing again.
"It's ok. They're gone now," said Ron in a tone that he hoped sounded comforting. However Hermione pulled away from him.
"Get off me, Weasley! Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?"
"Hey I just saved you. Be grateful."
"I hate you! I hate the way you walk around like you own the place. I hate the way you act as if you're above everyone else and no one is worth your attention. I hate you! I hate you! I hate everything you've done. You're the person I hate the most!" she yelled, shoving him away and running into the Head Girl's room. She wanted to return to the Gryffindor dormitories to get away from Ron but that meant facing Lavender and Parvarti, which she wasn't ready for yet.
"Am I really that hateful?" Ron asked himself softly.
A.N. Wow another long chapter. Sorry for the long update. I have a one week's holiday now so I should be able to update very quickly if not daily.
Review replies:
Trym – Good question. Why doesn't he? All I can say is...he's powerless to do anything really. I don't want to reveal too much.
MPPSexxySiriusJamesRemus – Thank you. I love My Immortal. It's a great song.
shadow929 – Thank you. Here's the next chapter.
doriansportrait – Ron will indeed. This chapter should hopefully make you happy.
airhead14 – Hermione will get her own back...in a way. Keep reading to find out.
Core – Thank you!
Amiz – Thank you!
GryffindorGoddess28 – Yup she's the second girl. The first? Well you'll find out now.
SarahLou – Harry doesn't approve of Ron's actions too much but he'll always stand by Ron's decisions and support him. I think you may like this chapter better.
nightman – Thanks you.
Wolverine is Hott – Of course. I definitely will continue this story.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. Meteor Garden belongs to its producers. So far, I own nothing.
Chapter 4
Hermione stormed back to the Gryffindor common room, where she was completely taken by surprise when she saw Lavender and Parvarti by the notice board, pinning up something that looked suspiciously like the previous notice.
"What are you doing?" she asked. "You were the ones who wrote the other...other thing?"
"That's right."
"But...why...?"
"Why should a girl like you be noticed by Ron Weasley? We've been working so hard to be perfect and yet he's putting all his energy into you."
"Do you think I like being chased by his fan club and getting continuously drenched in water and being pranked on?" she half shouted, feeling guilty about putting the blame on Ron when he was innocent. "Well feel free to offend him, then you'll get all his attention."
She ripped the notices down from the board. "10 points from Gryffindor," she said and walked away, feeling angry and ashamed.
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Hermione walked uncertainly towards the Heads' rooms, hoping that she would find Ron there. She wanted to apologise about bursting...and he didn't know anything about what she was on about.
"Oh...dear..." she whispered as she realized how dodgy what she had said must have sounded. Simply telling him that she was a virgin out of the blue. Mentally hitting herself, she reached the rooms which were concealed behind a painting of Hogsmeade.
"Oh dear...I was never told the password," she said to herself. According to Professor McGonagall both she and Ron were supposed to make up one but it looked as if Ron already had without telling her.
"OK...think like him. If I were Ron Weasley, what would I choose as a password?"
She stared at the painting for a few seconds before realizing.
"Honeydukes," she said firmly. The painting swung forwards automatically to let her in. She smiled and entered.
There was a large desk in the middle of the room where Ron was sitting, with books spread everywhere. He...was actually studying...for once. He looked up to find out what the interruption was, and grinned as he saw it was Hermione.
"Oh good you're here," he said, putting down his quill.
"I only came here to say that I was-"
I'm going to give you a chance."
"What? What chance?"
"I'll allow you to be my girlfriend. You can walk behind me when I say so and when nobody's looking; you can even walk beside me. I'll forgive you for what you've done in the past."
Hermione glared at him in silence.
"So, aren't you happy?"
"Happy?" she repeated. "Of course I'm happy, because it means that something is definitely wrong with your head. You're giving me permission to walk beside you? I'll walk IN FRONT of you if I wish to!"
Anger flashed in Ron's eyes but when he spoke his tone was calm. "No, I'm being serious. I'll give you anything you want. Clothes, make-up, money-"
"Wait money? You're buying me? You're BUYING me to be your girlfriend? Well I'm telling you this, Ron Weasley. You can buy anything in this world but you can't buy me!"
"You're-what? You're refusing? Do you know how many girls are desperate to just speak to me? And you're refusing to be my girlfriend?"
"Well get those girls who are so desperate to be your girlfriend then! I am not one of those girls. I'm the only thing that your money can't buy!"
"What? Hermione-"
"Don't you 'Hermione' me! I'm Granger to you. Do you hear? Granger!"
With that she stormed out of the Heads' lounge, completely forgetting the purpose she was there for in the first place, leaving a confused and upset Ron.
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Hermione walked towards the North Tower, continuously asking herself why. She was just trying to get some peace and quiet away from the Gryffindors wasn't she? Then why did something inside her hope that Harry would be there? Besides it was quite late and if she didn't get back soon she would risk getting caught and having a detention. Head Girl? Detention? She had always tried to avoid detentions and she wasn't going to start welcoming them now, especially when she was the one who was supposed to set a good example.
But there he was, leaning forwards and looking up at the sky.
"Hey..." she said softly, not wanting to break the silence.
He turned and looked at her with a smile on his face. "Hello."
Hermione walked slowly forwards and joined him. "What are you doing here?"
"Just watching," he replied, shrugging his shoulders casually. "What about you?"
"Trying to get away from everyone else," she sighed, turning around and leaning on the balcony on her back. Harry didn't reply, but looked up again at the dark sky as if searching for something. She shivered slightly. "It's quite cold tonight."
Harry didn't reply, but suddenly said, "I really like this place. It's so peaceful and quiet."
Hermione nodded, suddenly discovering that talking to Harry was extremely hard. Her stomach was clenched tightly and breathing was difficult too. She turned her head ever so slightly to the right so she could take in his features. He was a lot taller now; she came up only to his shoulders. Or maybe she had shrunk. His raven black hair also looked a lot more...mature. It was still messy, but elegantly so, and part of it fell down to hide the lightning shaped scar in the middle of his forehead.
"Hedwig!" he suddenly exclaimed as a speck of white appeared against the black sky. Hermione shook her head slightly and saw a snowy white owl glide gently down onto Harry's outstretched arm. A small piece of parchment was attached to her leg, which he untied excitedly and opened up. Hermione longed to ask what it was and who it was from, but that would have been invading his privacy.
He finished reading it and looked at Hermione, a strange smile on his face. "Did I tell you that you look really pretty today?" He bent slightly and kissed her on the cheek. "Goodnight Hermione."
Harry walked away, the smile still etched on his face, clutching the parchment tightly in his hand. Hermione touched the side of her face where Harry had kissed. Luckily it was dark; otherwise he would've seen that her face was incredibly pink.
She shivered again and rubbed her arms from the cold, sneezing twice.
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Harry returned to his dormitory, where Ron was already lying on his bed, a worried expression on his face.
"Did you get it too?" he asked anxiously. Harry nodded, grinning for two reasons.
"Oh great...I was hoping that she only told me as a joke."
Harry set the parchment down in front of Ron as proof.
Dear Harry,
I'm returning to England and Hogwarts! Mum and Dad have agreed to let me finish my education here instead. They change their minds a lot don't you think? Anyway, I should arrive in mid October sometime hopefully. Can't wait. I still really miss you.
Ginny
"Oh just great!" yelled Ron as he lay back on his bed, crossing his arms and pouting like a young child.
"Come on Ron it can't be all that bad."
"Yes it can. You've seen her hexes. And she punches really hard too."
"It's your fault that she hexes you in the first place."
"Whatever...you're grinning like an idiot by the way."
"Can you blame me?"
"I guess not."
Harry's grin grew even wider as he sat down on his bed, but this time it was one of mischief instead. "The first girl to stand up to Ronald Weasley returns."
"Shut up," ordered Ron, feeling pissed about two things that had happened that day. His previous encounter with Hermione had gone completely wrong. He had meant to...try to make up with her but instead it sounded exactly like what she had said. That he wanted to buy her. He groaned and clambered off his bed.
"Where are you going?"
"The Heads' rooms."
"Why?"
Ron paused. "To be by myself for a while."
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The first of October came the next day, meaning that it was time for Hermione's first meeting with Ron to discuss as Head Boy and Girl. Not that they'll get very far...the meeting will probably end up with the two throwing insults at each other the whole time. But she didn't want to disappoint Professor Dumbledore or McGonagall, so she consented and prepared to walk to the Heads' rooms after dinner. Just as she reached the painting of Hogsmeade, however, someone spoke.
"Look at this, Granger," said a voice behind her. Hermione turned around as she recognized the voice and saw Parvarti and Lavender, looking very smug and holding a copy of 'Witch Weekly'. Lavender chucked it into her arms and said, "Look at the front page."
Wondering where this was going, she did as they said and saw a picture of...Ginny Weasley. They hadn't been able to talk or to contact each other in ages, as Ginny was sent to Beauxbatons last year to continue with her education there. Hermione was afraid that Ginny might have turned out like Ron, but judging by her personality, she hopefully hadn't.
"That's right. It's Ginerva Weasley."
Hermione looked at the picture again, and found that she could hardly recognize Ginny. She was dressed in a simple but elegant white gown that complimented her complexion perfectly, her soft red hair slightly curled and falling down past her shoulders. She had a faint smile on her face as she twirled in the photo, showing that she had a good figure and was quite tall.
"She's probably the most famous model in France, and the person Harry Potter's liked for ages, since 6th year and she's returning in a couple of weeks. Do you really think that you can compare yourself with her? You're not even worth a single strand of her hair. What makes you think that Harry's going to like you?"
Hermione was silent as she looked at the picture. So this was why Harry never went for any girl after his short relationship with Cho. He liked Ginny all this time. How come he never told her or Ron?
"What's wrong, Granger? Can't think of anything to say? You were quite loud a while ago," sneered Parvarti as she reached out and pushed Hermione onto the ground. She didn't move and just sat there in the same position.
Suddenly the painting swung open and out came Ron with a very irritated expression on his face. "Who the hell is being so loud? Can't anyone get any peace around this place?"
"Oh my god...we're so sorry Ron!" stammered Lavender.
Ron spotted Hermione on the floor and immediately reached out to pull her up. "What have you been doing to her? Leave her alone! You two better watch out tomorrow."
With frightened looks on their faces, Parvarti and Lavender scampered away after apologizing again.
"It's ok. They're gone now," said Ron in a tone that he hoped sounded comforting. However Hermione pulled away from him.
"Get off me, Weasley! Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?"
"Hey I just saved you. Be grateful."
"I hate you! I hate the way you walk around like you own the place. I hate the way you act as if you're above everyone else and no one is worth your attention. I hate you! I hate you! I hate everything you've done. You're the person I hate the most!" she yelled, shoving him away and running into the Head Girl's room. She wanted to return to the Gryffindor dormitories to get away from Ron but that meant facing Lavender and Parvarti, which she wasn't ready for yet.
"Am I really that hateful?" Ron asked himself softly.
A.N. Wow another long chapter. Sorry for the long update. I have a one week's holiday now so I should be able to update very quickly if not daily.