Falling for you
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley or any other character. The only thing that's mine is the plot.
- The last thing Hermione wants is to fall for someone... again. -
Chapter 4
"Knock, knock," Harry said through Ginny's door.
"Go away," Ginny said as she yawned.
"It's eight thirty, Gin," Ron called.
"So?"
"Is Hermione up?" Ron asked.
"Nope," Ginny answered, sitting up and stretching her arms.
"We're coming in," Harry announced.
He opened the door slowly and he and Ron walked in, closing the door behind them. They saw Hermione sleeping soundly on the mattress beside Ginny's bed. She had a small smile on her face and was breathing quietly.
"She looks like an angel," Harry said. Ron and Ginny looked up at him. "What? It was just a comment."
"Your comments are always filled with meaning," Ginny reminded him.
"It's a comment with nothing in it," Harry replied.
"Let's wake her up," Ron said, sitting on the edge of her mattress and nudging her gently on the shoulder.
"What?" Hermione mumbled, opening her eyes slowly. "What are you guys doing here?"
"Waking you up," Ron said. "It's almost nine o'clock."
"What?!" Hermione shrieked, sitting up so fast that she almost knocked Ron over.
"Relax. It's a Saturday," Harry told her. "There's no work."
Hermione followed what Harry said and relaxed back on her bed. She closed her eyes and tried to breathe normally. "I have to stop being a workaholic."
"Are you a workaholic?" Ginny asked curiously.
"Yeah," Ron answered for Hermione. "Ever since she was 11." He grinned as Hermione sat up again and glared at him.
"I wasn't a workaholic back then," Hermione said defensively. "But I have to stop being one now."
"We'll help you," Harry said. "We'll help you loosen up."
"Really? You'd do that?" Hermione asked gratefully.
Ron shrugged. "It is Harry's idea."
"Yeah," Ginny agreed. "Why don't you go and help Hermione, Harry?"
Harry scowled. "Thanks a lot guys."
"I don't know anything about workaholic people," Ginny said, "so it's impossible for me to be able to help. Harry, meanwhile, knows things about that. He will be a great help."
"Yeah," Ron said. "Besides, it only takes one person to help you in these kinds of things. I'd only be nuisance."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Harry?"
"I'll help you," Harry said. "We'll do whatever it takes to relax you."
**
"Do you wanna go to Hogsmeade?" Harry asked them.
"Can't," Ginny answered. "I have homework."
"I have Quidditch practice. Don't you?" Ron asked Harry.
"Not today," Harry said. "So no one's game?"
"I'll go," Hermione said. "I have nothing else to do, anyway."
So Harry and Hermione went to Hogsmeade and walked around happily. Hermione haven't been there for a long time and she felt happy to finally be able to be there again. She remembered when she was still at Hogwarts, the times when she went here with her friends and... with Harry. She sighed.
Harry looked at her. "Hey, aren't you enjoying yourself?"
"I am. I am," Hermione said at once. "It's just... this place brings back memories." She looked at a shop they were passing by. It was a jeweler's shop. One that Harry brought Hermione the necklace that she used to wear everyday.
Harry followed her gaze and remembered. He looked at her and saw her hand travel up to her neck, looking for the familiar necklace that was once there. He knew that she had stopped wearing it ever since that day that they broke up. He cleared his throat.
"Why don't we go to the shack? It would be quiet there," he suggested.
"Sure," she agreed.
They made their way to the shrieking shack and sat down on the old wooden steps side by side. They sat there, quiet and not saying anything. Suddenly, Hermione leaned her head on Harry's shoulder and Harry put his arm around her. They used to go there all the time when they wanted to be alone. It seemed natural for them to do that. And before they knew what was happening, Harry was leaning towards her and Hermione wasn't doing anything to stop him. Their lips brushed and Hermione came to her senses and pushed Harry away.
"This isn't right," Hermione said.
Harry merely nodded.
"I guess we'd better go back," Hermione said after a moment of silence.
"Yeah."
**
"Hermione, are you feeling alright?" Cho finally asked after watching her fumble with her cooking in the kitchen in her apartment.
"Fine," Hermione muttered.
"You don't look fine to me," Cho commented.
"I said I'm fine," Hermione snapped.
"Okay, okay. No need to be so huffy."
"Who said I was huffy? I'm not huffy!"
"Hermione!" Cho said, holding her shoulders and shaking her a little. "What's wrong?"
Hermione sat on one of the kitchen stools and looked at Cho. "We almost kissed."
"What? Really?" Cho said, almost happily.
"Why are you so happy?" Hermione said, a little annoyed. "We almost kissed. And... and... I just... I don't know what to do. We're broken up and if we get back together I'd be going back to my word and I don't want that. Besides, we're better off like this. We're better off being just friends."
"Do you believe everything that you're saying?" Cho asked carefully. "I mean, 100 percent?"
"Yes," Hermione answered, but she looked away.
Cho sat down beside her, doubting what Hermione just said. "Well... if you're sure then it's probably for the best. At least you two are friends again."
"Yeah," Hermione whispered.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley or any other character. The only thing that's mine is the plot.
- The last thing Hermione wants is to fall for someone... again. -
Chapter 4
"Knock, knock," Harry said through Ginny's door.
"Go away," Ginny said as she yawned.
"It's eight thirty, Gin," Ron called.
"So?"
"Is Hermione up?" Ron asked.
"Nope," Ginny answered, sitting up and stretching her arms.
"We're coming in," Harry announced.
He opened the door slowly and he and Ron walked in, closing the door behind them. They saw Hermione sleeping soundly on the mattress beside Ginny's bed. She had a small smile on her face and was breathing quietly.
"She looks like an angel," Harry said. Ron and Ginny looked up at him. "What? It was just a comment."
"Your comments are always filled with meaning," Ginny reminded him.
"It's a comment with nothing in it," Harry replied.
"Let's wake her up," Ron said, sitting on the edge of her mattress and nudging her gently on the shoulder.
"What?" Hermione mumbled, opening her eyes slowly. "What are you guys doing here?"
"Waking you up," Ron said. "It's almost nine o'clock."
"What?!" Hermione shrieked, sitting up so fast that she almost knocked Ron over.
"Relax. It's a Saturday," Harry told her. "There's no work."
Hermione followed what Harry said and relaxed back on her bed. She closed her eyes and tried to breathe normally. "I have to stop being a workaholic."
"Are you a workaholic?" Ginny asked curiously.
"Yeah," Ron answered for Hermione. "Ever since she was 11." He grinned as Hermione sat up again and glared at him.
"I wasn't a workaholic back then," Hermione said defensively. "But I have to stop being one now."
"We'll help you," Harry said. "We'll help you loosen up."
"Really? You'd do that?" Hermione asked gratefully.
Ron shrugged. "It is Harry's idea."
"Yeah," Ginny agreed. "Why don't you go and help Hermione, Harry?"
Harry scowled. "Thanks a lot guys."
"I don't know anything about workaholic people," Ginny said, "so it's impossible for me to be able to help. Harry, meanwhile, knows things about that. He will be a great help."
"Yeah," Ron said. "Besides, it only takes one person to help you in these kinds of things. I'd only be nuisance."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Harry?"
"I'll help you," Harry said. "We'll do whatever it takes to relax you."
**
"Do you wanna go to Hogsmeade?" Harry asked them.
"Can't," Ginny answered. "I have homework."
"I have Quidditch practice. Don't you?" Ron asked Harry.
"Not today," Harry said. "So no one's game?"
"I'll go," Hermione said. "I have nothing else to do, anyway."
So Harry and Hermione went to Hogsmeade and walked around happily. Hermione haven't been there for a long time and she felt happy to finally be able to be there again. She remembered when she was still at Hogwarts, the times when she went here with her friends and... with Harry. She sighed.
Harry looked at her. "Hey, aren't you enjoying yourself?"
"I am. I am," Hermione said at once. "It's just... this place brings back memories." She looked at a shop they were passing by. It was a jeweler's shop. One that Harry brought Hermione the necklace that she used to wear everyday.
Harry followed her gaze and remembered. He looked at her and saw her hand travel up to her neck, looking for the familiar necklace that was once there. He knew that she had stopped wearing it ever since that day that they broke up. He cleared his throat.
"Why don't we go to the shack? It would be quiet there," he suggested.
"Sure," she agreed.
They made their way to the shrieking shack and sat down on the old wooden steps side by side. They sat there, quiet and not saying anything. Suddenly, Hermione leaned her head on Harry's shoulder and Harry put his arm around her. They used to go there all the time when they wanted to be alone. It seemed natural for them to do that. And before they knew what was happening, Harry was leaning towards her and Hermione wasn't doing anything to stop him. Their lips brushed and Hermione came to her senses and pushed Harry away.
"This isn't right," Hermione said.
Harry merely nodded.
"I guess we'd better go back," Hermione said after a moment of silence.
"Yeah."
**
"Hermione, are you feeling alright?" Cho finally asked after watching her fumble with her cooking in the kitchen in her apartment.
"Fine," Hermione muttered.
"You don't look fine to me," Cho commented.
"I said I'm fine," Hermione snapped.
"Okay, okay. No need to be so huffy."
"Who said I was huffy? I'm not huffy!"
"Hermione!" Cho said, holding her shoulders and shaking her a little. "What's wrong?"
Hermione sat on one of the kitchen stools and looked at Cho. "We almost kissed."
"What? Really?" Cho said, almost happily.
"Why are you so happy?" Hermione said, a little annoyed. "We almost kissed. And... and... I just... I don't know what to do. We're broken up and if we get back together I'd be going back to my word and I don't want that. Besides, we're better off like this. We're better off being just friends."
"Do you believe everything that you're saying?" Cho asked carefully. "I mean, 100 percent?"
"Yes," Hermione answered, but she looked away.
Cho sat down beside her, doubting what Hermione just said. "Well... if you're sure then it's probably for the best. At least you two are friends again."
"Yeah," Hermione whispered.