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A/N: I have no idea what to expect from this but Jenalla and I do have an idea where this is going. Hopefully you'll enjoy it!
A/N: Oh, and just to let you know, I have been demoted to beta reader corrector person-thingy because I have Writer's Block before I even started. So, this story is all Jenalla except for corrections and title... I will also give any ideas; so on and so forth.
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Burning Roses
By Jenalla and Zealous
I'm not sure how long I slept for, but it couldn't have been that long, because when I woke, we were still whipping through empty fields. I started to sit up, only to realize I was still curled up in Harry's arms. One look at him told me he was sleeping. Not wanting to wake him, I settled back into his arms and shut my eyes, hoping to fall back asleep, but no such luck. So instead, my thoughts drifted back to the episode at the train station. I had been so scared... and still was. I can't believe he showed up at the train station like that! After all that happened, he expected me to just forget everything and run back into his arms? Thank Merlin that Harry had been there... I don't even want to think about what would have happened if he hadn't.
A little while later, my leg fell asleep, and I had no choice but to wake Harry. I gently tapped him on the shoulder, and he stirred. But instead of waking, as I would have liked, he sighed and fell back asleep. Deciding I had to take drastic action, I lowered my hands and started tickling him.
"What the..... Hermione?! Stop, stop, okay, I'm awake!" he said, his startled green eyes flew open, wide with surprise.
"It's about bloody time. You've been asleep forever!" I replied, standing and stretching my aching limbs. After returning to my seat, I pulled out one of my many read-in-my-spare-time books and opened to my bookmarked page. I became so immersed in it I didn't even notice that the train had stopped moving until Harry tapped me on the shoulder. Looking up, I saw he was taking down our bags.
"Oh. We're here already?" I asked, surprised that the ride had gone by so fast. Of course, the fact that I slept through most of the trip and then read may have had something to do with that. Actually, I'm glad it went by quickly. That meant Harry didn't have a chance to ask me anything else about what had happened at the train station. Standing, I reached up and grabbed the last bag and swung it over my shoulder. Picking up another one, I led the way off the train to the grounds of my second home (or so it felt.) Stepping off the train, I stopped for a second and took in several deep breaths, trying to calm myself. I couldn't rid myself entirely of the feeling of dread. I just felt like something was going to happen. And boy was I right.
I noticed something to my left a little ways away; there was a large circle crowding about what looked like a person. My gut told me who it was, but choosing to ignore it, I watched carefully, trying to see whom this "special" person was. Catching a glimpse here and there, I felt the dread returning full force. The broad-shoulders, shaggy hair, muscular arms..... I knew exactly who it was.
"Harry, I think we should go get a carriage. Now." I grabbed his arm and nearly yanked him the whole way there before he managed to regain his footing. Jumping into the nearest carriage, I threw my bags in the seat and quickly closed the curtain, lest he see us.
"Hermione, what is this all about?" asked a bewildered Harry. But I couldn't explain, I just couldn't. Not now. I wasn't ready to confront the past.
"Oh..... I just thought we should get a carriage before they were.....they were all gone." I finished lamely, having made it up on the spot. Avoiding his eyes, I looked down nervously, wishing I could just leave and never come back. But, of course, Harry didn't buy it for a second. He tilted my head up, forcing me to make eye contact.
"This is about Krum, isn't it," he said softly. I couldn't speak, could only nod. I felt the tears welling up all over again, and cursed myself for being so emotional. He drew me in for one of those reassuring hugs, and at the same time, whispered in my ear, "It's okay 'Mione. I won't let him come near you. You're safe with me, you know that, right?" Again, I could find no words; just another nod. The carriage lurched forward as we started towards Hogwart's.
As weird as it sounds, the hug was actually quite comforting. Harry was right. I did feel safe around him. As though no one could ever hurt me again. I looked up at him again, my eyes meeting with his green ones. We stared into each other's eyes, and I could see the unasked question in them.
"I'm okay Harry. Really, I'm fine now." I gave him a small smile and squeezed his hand lightly. He squeezed it back, and he gave me one more small hug.
"Harry? Before I forget, I just wanted to thank you for.....umm.....you know, back at the train station," I stuttered, fumbling for the words.
"It's okay 'Mione. That's what friends are for, right?" he said with his trademark lopsided grin. How charming.
"Right, but still, thanks" I said, leaning over and giving him a peck on the cheek. He look startled for a second, but then relaxed. Wait, was that.....? was Harry Potter blushing? I didn't think it was possible! Not wanting to embarrass him, I kept quiet.
A short while later (after what felt like an eternity of silence) we arrived at the great steps of Hogwarts. I had never been gladder to be there than I was now. Heaving a huge sigh of relief, I grabbed my bags and walked off the train and into the Great Hall, Harry at my side. Finding two empty seats towards the back of the table, we sat down and waited while the Sorting Hat sung its song. After the Sorting Ceremony, we eagerly dug into our now filled plates, not bothering to make small talk with anyone.
I hadn't realized how hungry I was until I started eating. And once I started, I couldn't get enough. I just kept grabbing handfuls and shoving them into myself, manners be damned. After all I had been through today, I think deserved at least this much.
After everyone had had their fair share of dinner, the food disappeared, only to have marvelous looking desserts appear instead. Still ravenous, I immediately started eating again, until at last, I pushed back my plate, feeling full and satisfied. Eventually, all the plates disappeared, and Professor Dumbledore stood to speak.
"Ahh hem! Quiet down everyone, quiet down. First of all, I'd like to welcome you all back to Hogwart's, and for our new students, I'd like to say welcome to Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I have a few, start-of-the-term reminders I'd like to mention. For those of you in Professor Snape's Second year class, he has asked me to inform you that....." I stopped listening right about there, and started to daydream about what my new classes would be like this year. How different would this year be from the last?
"And finally" said Professor Dumbledore, ("It's about time" I whispered to Harry) "I am pleased to announce that another student has been added to the Sixth year class." At this, I froze, my heart knowing what he was going to say next.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to present to you you're new classmate, Viktor Krum!"
A/N: You know the drill.
A/N: I have no idea what to expect from this but Jenalla and I do have an idea where this is going. Hopefully you'll enjoy it!
A/N: Oh, and just to let you know, I have been demoted to beta reader corrector person-thingy because I have Writer's Block before I even started. So, this story is all Jenalla except for corrections and title... I will also give any ideas; so on and so forth.
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Burning Roses
By Jenalla and Zealous
I'm not sure how long I slept for, but it couldn't have been that long, because when I woke, we were still whipping through empty fields. I started to sit up, only to realize I was still curled up in Harry's arms. One look at him told me he was sleeping. Not wanting to wake him, I settled back into his arms and shut my eyes, hoping to fall back asleep, but no such luck. So instead, my thoughts drifted back to the episode at the train station. I had been so scared... and still was. I can't believe he showed up at the train station like that! After all that happened, he expected me to just forget everything and run back into his arms? Thank Merlin that Harry had been there... I don't even want to think about what would have happened if he hadn't.
A little while later, my leg fell asleep, and I had no choice but to wake Harry. I gently tapped him on the shoulder, and he stirred. But instead of waking, as I would have liked, he sighed and fell back asleep. Deciding I had to take drastic action, I lowered my hands and started tickling him.
"What the..... Hermione?! Stop, stop, okay, I'm awake!" he said, his startled green eyes flew open, wide with surprise.
"It's about bloody time. You've been asleep forever!" I replied, standing and stretching my aching limbs. After returning to my seat, I pulled out one of my many read-in-my-spare-time books and opened to my bookmarked page. I became so immersed in it I didn't even notice that the train had stopped moving until Harry tapped me on the shoulder. Looking up, I saw he was taking down our bags.
"Oh. We're here already?" I asked, surprised that the ride had gone by so fast. Of course, the fact that I slept through most of the trip and then read may have had something to do with that. Actually, I'm glad it went by quickly. That meant Harry didn't have a chance to ask me anything else about what had happened at the train station. Standing, I reached up and grabbed the last bag and swung it over my shoulder. Picking up another one, I led the way off the train to the grounds of my second home (or so it felt.) Stepping off the train, I stopped for a second and took in several deep breaths, trying to calm myself. I couldn't rid myself entirely of the feeling of dread. I just felt like something was going to happen. And boy was I right.
I noticed something to my left a little ways away; there was a large circle crowding about what looked like a person. My gut told me who it was, but choosing to ignore it, I watched carefully, trying to see whom this "special" person was. Catching a glimpse here and there, I felt the dread returning full force. The broad-shoulders, shaggy hair, muscular arms..... I knew exactly who it was.
"Harry, I think we should go get a carriage. Now." I grabbed his arm and nearly yanked him the whole way there before he managed to regain his footing. Jumping into the nearest carriage, I threw my bags in the seat and quickly closed the curtain, lest he see us.
"Hermione, what is this all about?" asked a bewildered Harry. But I couldn't explain, I just couldn't. Not now. I wasn't ready to confront the past.
"Oh..... I just thought we should get a carriage before they were.....they were all gone." I finished lamely, having made it up on the spot. Avoiding his eyes, I looked down nervously, wishing I could just leave and never come back. But, of course, Harry didn't buy it for a second. He tilted my head up, forcing me to make eye contact.
"This is about Krum, isn't it," he said softly. I couldn't speak, could only nod. I felt the tears welling up all over again, and cursed myself for being so emotional. He drew me in for one of those reassuring hugs, and at the same time, whispered in my ear, "It's okay 'Mione. I won't let him come near you. You're safe with me, you know that, right?" Again, I could find no words; just another nod. The carriage lurched forward as we started towards Hogwart's.
As weird as it sounds, the hug was actually quite comforting. Harry was right. I did feel safe around him. As though no one could ever hurt me again. I looked up at him again, my eyes meeting with his green ones. We stared into each other's eyes, and I could see the unasked question in them.
"I'm okay Harry. Really, I'm fine now." I gave him a small smile and squeezed his hand lightly. He squeezed it back, and he gave me one more small hug.
"Harry? Before I forget, I just wanted to thank you for.....umm.....you know, back at the train station," I stuttered, fumbling for the words.
"It's okay 'Mione. That's what friends are for, right?" he said with his trademark lopsided grin. How charming.
"Right, but still, thanks" I said, leaning over and giving him a peck on the cheek. He look startled for a second, but then relaxed. Wait, was that.....? was Harry Potter blushing? I didn't think it was possible! Not wanting to embarrass him, I kept quiet.
A short while later (after what felt like an eternity of silence) we arrived at the great steps of Hogwarts. I had never been gladder to be there than I was now. Heaving a huge sigh of relief, I grabbed my bags and walked off the train and into the Great Hall, Harry at my side. Finding two empty seats towards the back of the table, we sat down and waited while the Sorting Hat sung its song. After the Sorting Ceremony, we eagerly dug into our now filled plates, not bothering to make small talk with anyone.
I hadn't realized how hungry I was until I started eating. And once I started, I couldn't get enough. I just kept grabbing handfuls and shoving them into myself, manners be damned. After all I had been through today, I think deserved at least this much.
After everyone had had their fair share of dinner, the food disappeared, only to have marvelous looking desserts appear instead. Still ravenous, I immediately started eating again, until at last, I pushed back my plate, feeling full and satisfied. Eventually, all the plates disappeared, and Professor Dumbledore stood to speak.
"Ahh hem! Quiet down everyone, quiet down. First of all, I'd like to welcome you all back to Hogwart's, and for our new students, I'd like to say welcome to Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I have a few, start-of-the-term reminders I'd like to mention. For those of you in Professor Snape's Second year class, he has asked me to inform you that....." I stopped listening right about there, and started to daydream about what my new classes would be like this year. How different would this year be from the last?
"And finally" said Professor Dumbledore, ("It's about time" I whispered to Harry) "I am pleased to announce that another student has been added to the Sixth year class." At this, I froze, my heart knowing what he was going to say next.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to present to you you're new classmate, Viktor Krum!"
A/N: You know the drill.