Hey'all!! I'M SO SORRY! I haven't updated in like YAGES and so i've finally done that!
Here's my response to the reviews i got since last chapter:
J.E.A.R.K Potter - Ok, you reviewed every chapter, and there was a lot of things in there so i'll just say one word: 'THANX!'
Trumpet-Geek - Yeh, i built on the part in PoA where Malfoy gets all wimpy when Hermione takes out her wand! Thanx!
Munch010 - Yeh i will! Thanx!
really-big-HP-freak - I added some more Harry/Hermione ak-shon into this chapter, and yes, i'll read your stories!
galadriel-evenstar - I AGREE! HARRY IS DA KOOLEST!
We Hate Piggiears 20 - Interesting....
Nikki Evans - yeah i know...bit stupid really! DAN IS HOTTER!
So anyway, right now i have a BIG plan. I've planned out the chapters, and so far i have 33 planned chapters!! Most likely to put in more!!!
Oh and if anyone was wondering, the reason i didn't update for ages is i was writing the end chapters. I have a very bad habit of doing that kinda thing....but like seirously, they're so much more fun to write than the 'no action just talking' ones...
Anyway, here's Chapter 8 of Broken, by Tigerlily Tinuviel
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He flopped into his favourite squashy armchair next to the fire in the Gryffindor common room about three hours later, having finished his detention for the night. Hermione was waiting for him there, bent low over a very long piece of parchment; so long, in fact, that about thirty centimetres of it was already slumped on the floor. She looked up when he arrived with a weary smile on her face.
"Hello," she said quietly. She put down her quill and walked over to the chair next to Harry's one. "I'm so tired, and I've still got three rolls of parchment to go..." She yawned.
"So, what did you have to do?" she asked him. Harry sighed.
"Oh, just finding some stupid potion ingredient. Probably the worst thing was resisting the temptation to punch Malfoy again," he replied. Hermione laughed softly. Harry yawned.
"Well, I'm going to go to bed, ok? See you tomorrow," he said tiredly. He gave her a swift kiss on the cheek before walking up the winding staircase for a good night's sleep.
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He was shaken awake by a very excited Hermione. She was jumping up and down on the bed yelling, "Get up, get up and get dressed, you've got to see this!"
"Mione, it's only 3 in the morning!" he muttered thickly, but got up all the same.
He reluctantly pulled himself out of his bed and pulled on some clothes while Hermione waited in the doorway, standing on the balls of her feet. Harry looked around to see a few of his dorm mates looking at Hermione oddly also.
Harry had absolutely no idea what she was so excited about, but he followed her all the same as she ran down the stairs and grabbed the book on the top of a pile of textbooks. It was entitled 'Complicated Concoctions'. She immediately slammed it open on the table and began flicking through it extremely fast. Finally, she stopped on a page and spoke.
"Here, look!" she squealed. They sat on the couch next to the table. He bent over to have a look, and read aloud:
"The Sansannah potion is used when a pregnant woman wishes for her baby to have the same genes as someone who is not the father. Although the baby is still 'belonging' to the father, it will not have any of the same genes. This potion is particularly useful if the mother has been raped and is keeping the baby, but does not wish for the baby to look like the real father." He looked up at the very happy Hermione, but didn't smile, instead was confused.
"Why are you showing me this?" he asked, still quite puzzled as to what Hermione was so thrilled about. She rolled her eyes in exasperation.
"Because I don't really want the baby to look like Malfoy!" she said.
"But – but," began Harry. He was still trying to work it out, putting the pieces together. "That would mean –"
"-That I want the baby to look like you and me, not Malfoy and I," finished Hermione, trying hard not to put on a 'like duh' tone of voice. Harry gaped.
"Are you serious?" he asked, quite shocked by this piece of news.
"Yes, unless you want it to look like...." She paused to think of someone. "Ron." Harry looked terrified at that thought.
"Hell no!" he said very quickly. Hermione smiled.
"Well that's sorted then," she said happily. Harry looked down at the book again and skimmed through the ingredients list and saw it was going to be a difficult potion to brew.
"But Hermione, check this out! Look at the ingredients! Lyekas is probably in Snape's cupboard, but scales of a Jingabot are going to be pretty hard to find...Jingabot's only live in Tibet!" he said, but Hermione just smiled even more.
"Harry, I've got that sorted too. All you need is a simple Conjuring spell," she said, smiling. Harry gaped for the third time that morning.
"Simple? Are you serious? It's probably the hardest spell we have to learn for NEWTs!"
"Mr Potter, can you honestly say you didn't know I'm always reading ahead?" asked Hermione, sardonically.
"No, but conjuring! That's really advanced Hermione, I can't conjure anything for my life!" he said enthusiastically. She smiled and was about to say something, but Harry spoke first.
"Oh, but there is one thing I can conjure..."he said quietly, and before Hermione had time to ask what, he pulled her towards him and they began kissing passionately. Hermione leaned back and lay down on the couch, while Harry got on top of her and kept kissing. It was getting pretty heavy, and both of them were immersed in the sultriness of the emotion, when someone spoke.
"Are you two ever going to stop making out so I can ask you what you're doing?" said a voice that came from the staircase. Harry looked up and fell off the couch in surprise.
"Ron! What're you doing?" he asked in disbelief. Ron smirked.
"Watching this morning's entertainment," he said, trying not to laugh. Harry glared.
"How long have you been watching us?" he asked angrily.
"Only about five minutes..." he began, but Harry glowered even more, so he stopped talking. Hermione faked a yawn to break the angry silence.
"Well, I'm going to bed. See you at breakfast," she said. But before she went up the stairs she whispered in Harry's ear. "I love you." Harry smiled. She was the most beautiful, most wonderful girl in the world...
"Earth calling Harry!" said Ron impatiently. Harry was pulled out of his daze instantly.
"I heard your lame-ass pickup line! There's one thing I can conjure!" said Ron, fighting not to laugh. Harry flushed, suddenly realising how stupid he must have sounded.
"Look, you don't even have a girlfriend, so I wouldn't be the one bagging people out for having one if I were you," he said wisely, making it Ron's turn to flush. Harry smiled triumphantly and walked up the stairs to his dormitory.
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Wowee, now Hermione's baby isn't really Malfoy's as well!
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Next chapter hint: not quite sure, but they'll begin to make the potion...
Somewhere down the track hint: Ron hooks up with someone who has an 'a' in their name!!! HAHAHA!!! I LOVE CLIFFIES!!!