Chapter two: A mourning of strange proportions
A/N: Hey peeps! Thanx for any reviews that I got, although they WERE sent to me by e-mail instead of submitting them, that's a-ok (ok, i kinda like it when i get the e-mails, but I much rather prefer the reviews I get on here). For all of you out there, this is another...rough chapter. But this one has more...description, if you know what I mean. Basically, it's not about the sex. It never is. It's actually about the meaning behind it all and what happens after this chapter (probably mostly in the 4th chap.). But I know some of you guys out there are just in here so that you can read the sensual scenes. Well, for those singular individuals, you may like this chapter, for all the others to whom I hold in higher regard (no offense to the pervs, I probably seem like one too), look beyond the sexual activites. What do you see? Everthing the light touches...belongs to someone else! Lol, sorry, I just got done watching the lion king 1 1/2 with my niece and nephew. Well, here you have it, Chappie #2.
Chapter two: A mourning of strange proportions
"Oh Harry, I'm so sorry" was all that Harry Potter had heard all day. Mostly from the likes of girls, but the occasional boy showed his pity to his lost soul. He had even gotten a grunt of concern from Crabbe and Goyle. At least, Harry thought it was of concern, knowing them, it probably meant, "stomach..hurt...bathroom.." But all Harry wanted was to be left alone. This was just not any obvious choice that the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry could consider. The idea never seemed to even cross their minds.
And to make matters worse, there she was (A/N: justa walkin' down the street singin'-what? You've never heard doo wa diddee?), right in front of him. With Ron. Not Harry. Ron. Suddenly, a new emotion aroused inside of Harry. His face must have looked absolutely hellish as he glared at Ron's turned back, for people were slowly beginning to walk away from him. Harry now knew what he wanted. To ruin Ron Weasley's life.
Hermione was the first to notice Harry bring out his knife that Sirius had given him "Harry!" she cried, running to him and lowering his arm. "Sirius said that this blade could do anything," said Harry looking at her. He looked back at Ron with nothing more than hate in his eyes, "do you think it has one for beheadment?" asked Harry coldly and seriously. "Harry, I know you're upset by all of this, but that's hardly a reason to kill him! Trust me, I know what you're going through," said Hermione caringly to her friend. "Oh no Hermione, you have no idea."
Later that day, Harry sat in the room of requirement, knowing very well that what he required would not show up. "How could this happen?" he murmured to himself, pulling at the hair at the top of his head. He slowly rocked himself on the ground. Quietly, he began to hum a tune that he had heard Sirius sing once. Not many had had a loss like Harry. At least, that's what Harry thought. Harry Potter was heart-broken, and he could no longer keep it in. Silent tears began to fall gently down Harry's cheeks. They burned like fire. Like the love he had for Cho, and the pain he had felt when he saw her... Again Harry repeated his question to himself, rocking faster and crying harder. "How, how, how?"
Suddenly, a noise broke the silence. Harry jerked his head up, his eyes red and his face moist for the continuous downpour of tears. The sound came again, like running footsteps. It WAS running footsteps. Harry stood up. Wiping the tears from his face, he listened closely. The footsteps came quicker, Harry now knew that they were the sound of pacing steps. "HARRY! YOU CAN'T STAY IN THERE FOREVER!" shouted a voice. Harry quickly rhid behind a few boxes that hadn't been there before. Finally, the pacing stopped, and Harry knew that the person outside had unlocked the door by walking up and down the hall, just enough towards where the door would come out of hiding. The door opened. Harry waited expectantly. Nothing happened. Harry slowly began to lift his head above the boxes to see what was going on. "Gotcha!" said a voice from behind him. Someone grabbed the back of his robes and pulled him upwards. Harry shook the fragile hands off of him, turning around to see who had had the bright idea to scare him like that.
"Well who were you expecting? Snape?" asked Hermione Granger as she walked with Harry down the hall. "You've been in that room for THREE HOURS! What were you thinking Harry? If we get caught, I'd hate to imagine what the professors would do to us at THIS time of night," said Hermione as the two rushed down the hall. Harry mumbled to himself, "like it'd really matter..." Hermione did not hear this comment, and continued to rush down the hall in a constant state of panic and worry about what may lie around each turn.
Harry spotted someone down the hall. Instinctly, he grabbed Hermione and pulled her to him, backing them both into a dark corner. "Harry, what are y-" said Hermione, but she was interrupted by Harry shoving his hand over her mouth. He so wanted to tell her what was going on, but could not for fear of the person heading towards them would hear. His sixth sense tingled, and Harry knew that at any moment they could be found. Looking around despairingly, Harry noticed that all the other draperies on the walls beside him were the same color as his robes. Quickly, Harry turned around, not noticing that he had Hermione pinned against a wall in a dark corner, still covering her mouth.
Hermione didn't know what to do. She could scream, but that might make matters worse, and she was sure that no one would hear her. Please God don't let him do it. Please, don't let him rape me, Hermione thought to herself, for this was the situation Hermione found herself to be in. She began to cry, wondering, "why would he do this? I'm no replacement for Cho." Minutes passed and Harry didn't make a single movement. She began to wonder when it was going to be over with when she felt him press harder against her, shoving her farther into the corner that she already was cramped into tightly.
Harry saw the foot step around the corner. Quickly, he pressed himself and Hermione farther against the wall, praying that the person would not see them. He held his breath as a shadow began to form against the wall beside him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the person pause in front of them. What in bloody hell is HE doing here? Harry thought to himself, as Ron Weasley passed behind him. Harry threw himself off of Hermione and stood behind Ron, breathing hard. He raised his wand slowly to point at the only one he had ever hated.
"Hello Ron." The words made the hair on the back of Ron's neck rise. Adrenaline pulsed through his body. Mistakenly, he turned around, fearing what would happen next. His face turned red in fear, and he panicked as he had when the spiders had encircled Harry and himself in the forbidden forest in his 2nd year. He stood staring at the wand directed straight between his eyes. "Harry?" Ron squeaked. Harry glared at Ron, his eyes screamed, "How could you?" but his lips literally screamed, "GO," Ron didn't move. NOW!!!" Ron turned and ran. He ran like never before. Away from what? He wasn't sure. Death? Hatred? A bond between friends broken? That last one was probably it. Ron stopped in front of the Ravenclaw's secret passage to their commonroom. Ron racked his brain to remember the password Cho had told him. "Dranged warpfung," he said. The large portrait moved aside, and Ron entered. He found exactly who he wanted to see in the common room. "I knew you'd come," said Cho Chang as she stood up and began to unbutton her shirt.
Harry stood, his arm still outstretched. After a moment, he said to Hermione, "let's go." They turned to leave, walking side-by-side. "Why'd you do it? Why'd you stop?" asked Hermione, her cheeks still red with embarrasment from her stupid thoughts earlier. How could I have thought such a thing about him? I guess being smart isn't always based on books, thought Hermione to herself. They turned a corner and found themselves in front of the portrait of the fat lady. There was no response from Harry. Hermione looked at him. She gave a start in surprise when she realized that their eyes were staring at each other. "Flibbertigibit," she said when the portrait coughed impatiently. She looked at Harry, he looked at her. "Come along now," said the portrait suddenly, breaking the silence. Hermione instantly broke her gaze, glad for the distraction, and walked through the spac between the wall and the open portrait.
Harry stared after her. Remembering only the look of concern on her face for him. And the idea of the look on Cho's face if she thought he had gotten over her that quickly. He walked inside with a devilish grin on his face.
Hermione sat sat down on the commonroom couch, holding her hand over her head. Her head throbbed, not only from the pain of her headache, but from the awareness that she was STILL thinking about Harry. She was aware of a movement on the couch. She looked up to see Harry gazing at her intently, a look in his eyes that startled her. "Hello Harry, you startled me," she said nervously. "Sorry, I didn't know I had THAT affect on you," said Harry smoothly. "W-well, you have others," she said stuttering. "What effect do I have then?" he asked, the words coming out in a soothing voice. Before she could answer, Harry moved in closer to her and moved his lips against hers. She didn't know what to do, but found she had already uwillingly made the decision. She moved her tongue to the front of her mouth, searching for an opening. Harry noticed, and gladly opened his mouth a little. The two sat on the couch in a passionate fever.
Finally, they broke apart. Hermione stared at him, a look of shock and delight on her face. He moved in again, but this time he aimed for her neck. As he kissed down the left side of her neck, he pulled his arms to her white flannel shirt, unbuttoning it slowly.
Finally, when Hermione was out of her shirt, she stood up. Slowly, she pulled down her gray skirt, gladly noticing the look of pain that she was causing Harry by making him wait. After a long three minutes, she was fully undressed. She bent down over Harry and began to pull off his pants, all the while he unbuttoned his shirt. When they both were completely naked, Harry laid Hermione down on the couch, both legs spread apart. Quickly, he lowered himself over her. Hermione closed her eyes just as Harry lowered himself into her slowly. Her last thoughts were of how this would change their relationship. His last thoughts were of Cho Chang staring at them in the great hall, holding hands. Harry smiled as he again rise and fell over Hermione's frail body that was moving in almost the same motion, only more gently. A half-hour later, Harry gave his last thrust, then fell over Hermione, panting heavily.
Early the next day, Harry and Hermione walked through the Great Hall, accepting gratefully any stares that they received and any open mouths. And there was Cho. Staring-not at them- but at the red-haired boy beside her. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WANT TO BRE-" Ron Weasley was cut off by Cho slapping her hand over his mouth. "be quiet!" she ordered him in a whisper. Ron pushed her off of him saying, "get off of me, bloody hell, don't you have any manners?" with that, he stomped down the hall and moved out of site. Harry grinned. Cho looked at him. Her eyes went wide, and her mouth dropped slightly. Harry pretended not to notice but inwardly smiled. Cho looked around hopelessly and began to calm down. Her eyes rested on the Slytherin household. She grinned.
Friday afternoon (A/N: In case you didn't notice, I'm skipping MOST of the classes for now, things just don't often happen in classrooms!), Harry was in the library when Cho came rushing in. She walked over to Harry, who was studying with Hermione. "Harry, we have to talk," said Cho, glancing at Hermione. "Didn't we already do that?" asked Harry, not lifting his gaze for a moment. Hermione grinned at him proudly. "Harry, please. We really, really need to talk." Harry broke his gaze and looked at her. "Where's your boyfriend?" asked Harry. Cho's face flushed for a milisecond. "I-I broke up with him," she said, frowning. Now Harry really looked at her. He sat there for a long moment thinking. "No Cho, go find someone else and ruin their life." With that remark, he turned around. Cho huffed loudly, turned, and left.
"Harry, I need to tell you something," said Hermione, breaking the silence. "What is it?" asked Harry worriedly. "I-I don't think we should be together." Harry frowned. Quickly she added, "It's not that I don't like ou, but I really need a friend right now, and I need to concentrate on my studies. Besides, there are plenty of girls throughout the school who would be dying to date you." Suddenly, Professor Mcgonagall's voice filled the room, ringing in their ears. "Could you all please come to the Great Hall for early dinner. I repeat...." trailed off Professor Mcgonagall.
A/N: BUM BUM BUM, BA DADA! Sorry for the cliffy, I didn't go braindead or anything, but I'm waiting for a decent amount of reviews (5+ will do fine for THIS chapter and I suppose to be nice the last one's reviews if 3 and down can count too). So you all had better tell your friends and other peeps to read and review this stuff, THEN I will help you all with any possible suffering that you are silently enduring. For more than 15 reviews and up, I will gladly stop cliffies for the next two chapters. At least, I''ll try my hardest to, if you read my notes you can learn a little about the next chapter. Example: the next chapter shall be called: Moira. Simple, yet not so simple. What is Cho's plan? Will it work? Will Hermione change her mind and istay together with Harry? WILL I EVER SEE MY ANTHONY BEFORE THE WEDDING!?! SO MANY QUESTIONS, so many lies! And yet, because I am a simple person (sure I am), I shall bid you-dear Readers (and reviewers (hint, hint))-adue (it means goodbye).
P.S. Could someone PLEASE tell me what in the world Y.M.A stands for?!?!?!?!?! Thanks, I appreciate it. ~Jenna~ (its my real name)
A/N: Hey peeps! Thanx for any reviews that I got, although they WERE sent to me by e-mail instead of submitting them, that's a-ok (ok, i kinda like it when i get the e-mails, but I much rather prefer the reviews I get on here). For all of you out there, this is another...rough chapter. But this one has more...description, if you know what I mean. Basically, it's not about the sex. It never is. It's actually about the meaning behind it all and what happens after this chapter (probably mostly in the 4th chap.). But I know some of you guys out there are just in here so that you can read the sensual scenes. Well, for those singular individuals, you may like this chapter, for all the others to whom I hold in higher regard (no offense to the pervs, I probably seem like one too), look beyond the sexual activites. What do you see? Everthing the light touches...belongs to someone else! Lol, sorry, I just got done watching the lion king 1 1/2 with my niece and nephew. Well, here you have it, Chappie #2.
Chapter two: A mourning of strange proportions
"Oh Harry, I'm so sorry" was all that Harry Potter had heard all day. Mostly from the likes of girls, but the occasional boy showed his pity to his lost soul. He had even gotten a grunt of concern from Crabbe and Goyle. At least, Harry thought it was of concern, knowing them, it probably meant, "stomach..hurt...bathroom.." But all Harry wanted was to be left alone. This was just not any obvious choice that the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry could consider. The idea never seemed to even cross their minds.
And to make matters worse, there she was (A/N: justa walkin' down the street singin'-what? You've never heard doo wa diddee?), right in front of him. With Ron. Not Harry. Ron. Suddenly, a new emotion aroused inside of Harry. His face must have looked absolutely hellish as he glared at Ron's turned back, for people were slowly beginning to walk away from him. Harry now knew what he wanted. To ruin Ron Weasley's life.
Hermione was the first to notice Harry bring out his knife that Sirius had given him "Harry!" she cried, running to him and lowering his arm. "Sirius said that this blade could do anything," said Harry looking at her. He looked back at Ron with nothing more than hate in his eyes, "do you think it has one for beheadment?" asked Harry coldly and seriously. "Harry, I know you're upset by all of this, but that's hardly a reason to kill him! Trust me, I know what you're going through," said Hermione caringly to her friend. "Oh no Hermione, you have no idea."
Later that day, Harry sat in the room of requirement, knowing very well that what he required would not show up. "How could this happen?" he murmured to himself, pulling at the hair at the top of his head. He slowly rocked himself on the ground. Quietly, he began to hum a tune that he had heard Sirius sing once. Not many had had a loss like Harry. At least, that's what Harry thought. Harry Potter was heart-broken, and he could no longer keep it in. Silent tears began to fall gently down Harry's cheeks. They burned like fire. Like the love he had for Cho, and the pain he had felt when he saw her... Again Harry repeated his question to himself, rocking faster and crying harder. "How, how, how?"
Suddenly, a noise broke the silence. Harry jerked his head up, his eyes red and his face moist for the continuous downpour of tears. The sound came again, like running footsteps. It WAS running footsteps. Harry stood up. Wiping the tears from his face, he listened closely. The footsteps came quicker, Harry now knew that they were the sound of pacing steps. "HARRY! YOU CAN'T STAY IN THERE FOREVER!" shouted a voice. Harry quickly rhid behind a few boxes that hadn't been there before. Finally, the pacing stopped, and Harry knew that the person outside had unlocked the door by walking up and down the hall, just enough towards where the door would come out of hiding. The door opened. Harry waited expectantly. Nothing happened. Harry slowly began to lift his head above the boxes to see what was going on. "Gotcha!" said a voice from behind him. Someone grabbed the back of his robes and pulled him upwards. Harry shook the fragile hands off of him, turning around to see who had had the bright idea to scare him like that.
"Well who were you expecting? Snape?" asked Hermione Granger as she walked with Harry down the hall. "You've been in that room for THREE HOURS! What were you thinking Harry? If we get caught, I'd hate to imagine what the professors would do to us at THIS time of night," said Hermione as the two rushed down the hall. Harry mumbled to himself, "like it'd really matter..." Hermione did not hear this comment, and continued to rush down the hall in a constant state of panic and worry about what may lie around each turn.
Harry spotted someone down the hall. Instinctly, he grabbed Hermione and pulled her to him, backing them both into a dark corner. "Harry, what are y-" said Hermione, but she was interrupted by Harry shoving his hand over her mouth. He so wanted to tell her what was going on, but could not for fear of the person heading towards them would hear. His sixth sense tingled, and Harry knew that at any moment they could be found. Looking around despairingly, Harry noticed that all the other draperies on the walls beside him were the same color as his robes. Quickly, Harry turned around, not noticing that he had Hermione pinned against a wall in a dark corner, still covering her mouth.
Hermione didn't know what to do. She could scream, but that might make matters worse, and she was sure that no one would hear her. Please God don't let him do it. Please, don't let him rape me, Hermione thought to herself, for this was the situation Hermione found herself to be in. She began to cry, wondering, "why would he do this? I'm no replacement for Cho." Minutes passed and Harry didn't make a single movement. She began to wonder when it was going to be over with when she felt him press harder against her, shoving her farther into the corner that she already was cramped into tightly.
Harry saw the foot step around the corner. Quickly, he pressed himself and Hermione farther against the wall, praying that the person would not see them. He held his breath as a shadow began to form against the wall beside him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the person pause in front of them. What in bloody hell is HE doing here? Harry thought to himself, as Ron Weasley passed behind him. Harry threw himself off of Hermione and stood behind Ron, breathing hard. He raised his wand slowly to point at the only one he had ever hated.
"Hello Ron." The words made the hair on the back of Ron's neck rise. Adrenaline pulsed through his body. Mistakenly, he turned around, fearing what would happen next. His face turned red in fear, and he panicked as he had when the spiders had encircled Harry and himself in the forbidden forest in his 2nd year. He stood staring at the wand directed straight between his eyes. "Harry?" Ron squeaked. Harry glared at Ron, his eyes screamed, "How could you?" but his lips literally screamed, "GO," Ron didn't move. NOW!!!" Ron turned and ran. He ran like never before. Away from what? He wasn't sure. Death? Hatred? A bond between friends broken? That last one was probably it. Ron stopped in front of the Ravenclaw's secret passage to their commonroom. Ron racked his brain to remember the password Cho had told him. "Dranged warpfung," he said. The large portrait moved aside, and Ron entered. He found exactly who he wanted to see in the common room. "I knew you'd come," said Cho Chang as she stood up and began to unbutton her shirt.
Harry stood, his arm still outstretched. After a moment, he said to Hermione, "let's go." They turned to leave, walking side-by-side. "Why'd you do it? Why'd you stop?" asked Hermione, her cheeks still red with embarrasment from her stupid thoughts earlier. How could I have thought such a thing about him? I guess being smart isn't always based on books, thought Hermione to herself. They turned a corner and found themselves in front of the portrait of the fat lady. There was no response from Harry. Hermione looked at him. She gave a start in surprise when she realized that their eyes were staring at each other. "Flibbertigibit," she said when the portrait coughed impatiently. She looked at Harry, he looked at her. "Come along now," said the portrait suddenly, breaking the silence. Hermione instantly broke her gaze, glad for the distraction, and walked through the spac between the wall and the open portrait.
Harry stared after her. Remembering only the look of concern on her face for him. And the idea of the look on Cho's face if she thought he had gotten over her that quickly. He walked inside with a devilish grin on his face.
Hermione sat sat down on the commonroom couch, holding her hand over her head. Her head throbbed, not only from the pain of her headache, but from the awareness that she was STILL thinking about Harry. She was aware of a movement on the couch. She looked up to see Harry gazing at her intently, a look in his eyes that startled her. "Hello Harry, you startled me," she said nervously. "Sorry, I didn't know I had THAT affect on you," said Harry smoothly. "W-well, you have others," she said stuttering. "What effect do I have then?" he asked, the words coming out in a soothing voice. Before she could answer, Harry moved in closer to her and moved his lips against hers. She didn't know what to do, but found she had already uwillingly made the decision. She moved her tongue to the front of her mouth, searching for an opening. Harry noticed, and gladly opened his mouth a little. The two sat on the couch in a passionate fever.
Finally, they broke apart. Hermione stared at him, a look of shock and delight on her face. He moved in again, but this time he aimed for her neck. As he kissed down the left side of her neck, he pulled his arms to her white flannel shirt, unbuttoning it slowly.
Finally, when Hermione was out of her shirt, she stood up. Slowly, she pulled down her gray skirt, gladly noticing the look of pain that she was causing Harry by making him wait. After a long three minutes, she was fully undressed. She bent down over Harry and began to pull off his pants, all the while he unbuttoned his shirt. When they both were completely naked, Harry laid Hermione down on the couch, both legs spread apart. Quickly, he lowered himself over her. Hermione closed her eyes just as Harry lowered himself into her slowly. Her last thoughts were of how this would change their relationship. His last thoughts were of Cho Chang staring at them in the great hall, holding hands. Harry smiled as he again rise and fell over Hermione's frail body that was moving in almost the same motion, only more gently. A half-hour later, Harry gave his last thrust, then fell over Hermione, panting heavily.
Early the next day, Harry and Hermione walked through the Great Hall, accepting gratefully any stares that they received and any open mouths. And there was Cho. Staring-not at them- but at the red-haired boy beside her. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WANT TO BRE-" Ron Weasley was cut off by Cho slapping her hand over his mouth. "be quiet!" she ordered him in a whisper. Ron pushed her off of him saying, "get off of me, bloody hell, don't you have any manners?" with that, he stomped down the hall and moved out of site. Harry grinned. Cho looked at him. Her eyes went wide, and her mouth dropped slightly. Harry pretended not to notice but inwardly smiled. Cho looked around hopelessly and began to calm down. Her eyes rested on the Slytherin household. She grinned.
Friday afternoon (A/N: In case you didn't notice, I'm skipping MOST of the classes for now, things just don't often happen in classrooms!), Harry was in the library when Cho came rushing in. She walked over to Harry, who was studying with Hermione. "Harry, we have to talk," said Cho, glancing at Hermione. "Didn't we already do that?" asked Harry, not lifting his gaze for a moment. Hermione grinned at him proudly. "Harry, please. We really, really need to talk." Harry broke his gaze and looked at her. "Where's your boyfriend?" asked Harry. Cho's face flushed for a milisecond. "I-I broke up with him," she said, frowning. Now Harry really looked at her. He sat there for a long moment thinking. "No Cho, go find someone else and ruin their life." With that remark, he turned around. Cho huffed loudly, turned, and left.
"Harry, I need to tell you something," said Hermione, breaking the silence. "What is it?" asked Harry worriedly. "I-I don't think we should be together." Harry frowned. Quickly she added, "It's not that I don't like ou, but I really need a friend right now, and I need to concentrate on my studies. Besides, there are plenty of girls throughout the school who would be dying to date you." Suddenly, Professor Mcgonagall's voice filled the room, ringing in their ears. "Could you all please come to the Great Hall for early dinner. I repeat...." trailed off Professor Mcgonagall.
A/N: BUM BUM BUM, BA DADA! Sorry for the cliffy, I didn't go braindead or anything, but I'm waiting for a decent amount of reviews (5+ will do fine for THIS chapter and I suppose to be nice the last one's reviews if 3 and down can count too). So you all had better tell your friends and other peeps to read and review this stuff, THEN I will help you all with any possible suffering that you are silently enduring. For more than 15 reviews and up, I will gladly stop cliffies for the next two chapters. At least, I''ll try my hardest to, if you read my notes you can learn a little about the next chapter. Example: the next chapter shall be called: Moira. Simple, yet not so simple. What is Cho's plan? Will it work? Will Hermione change her mind and istay together with Harry? WILL I EVER SEE MY ANTHONY BEFORE THE WEDDING!?! SO MANY QUESTIONS, so many lies! And yet, because I am a simple person (sure I am), I shall bid you-dear Readers (and reviewers (hint, hint))-adue (it means goodbye).
P.S. Could someone PLEASE tell me what in the world Y.M.A stands for?!?!?!?!?! Thanks, I appreciate it. ~Jenna~ (its my real name)