A/N: Okay guys, I'm so sorry that last chappie sucked so much. I think I'm
gonna plead temporary insanity, so please just excuse it. It's poorly
written, with like no plot, but I just couldn't write about the
Harry/Hermione thing.....the words weren't flowing. Hopefully I got it
right this time. And again, I apologize.
At the sound of Ron's voice, they both froze. Seconds turned into what felt like hours, and neither of them seemed capable of movement. At last, Hermione's senses kicked in and she quickly pulled back from Harry, a hares- breath before Ron burst through the door, his signature goofy grin on his face.
Hermione gave him a small hug as she whispered "welcome back" softly in his ear. Pulling back, she gave him a smile and then sat back down on the bed next to an obviously distracted Harry. Discreetly, she elbowed him sharply in the side, and he winced before catching her glare. When he sent her a questioning look, she nodded at Ron who was too busy looking around the room, as if making sure nothing had changed, to notice. Understanding dawned on him, and he cleared his throat loudly to catch Ron's attention.
"Hey, would you look what the cat dragged in?" he said jokingly to his best friend, and they shook hands, neither wanting to seem like a girly-man by hugging.
"That the best you got Potter?" Ron said.
"Aww, c'mon, lay off. You just got here, what do you want me to say?" Harry replied, and soon the two friends were swapping jokes like old-times, completely oblivious to Hermione who was sitting on the bed, looking increasingly bored. She cleared her throat a little in the hopes of reminding the both of them that she was still there. When they failed to even look in her direction, she coughed loudly, still with no response. She was just about to interrupt their conversation when there was a knock at the door.
Ron and Harry fell silent as they turned towards the door, wondering who would be knocking on the door during dinner. Harry had a sickening feeling that he knew who it was, and a glance at Hermione confirmed his thoughts. The color was rapidly draining out of her face, and she quickly became pale as a ghost. Determined not to let the fear show (who knew? She could be wrong), she took a shaky breath and then said loudly, "Come in."
The doorknob turned slowly (it was almost like one of those horror scenes straight out of the films), and the door was quietly pushed open. One look at the burley arm pushing the door open, Hermione knew she had been right. Who else could it have been?
Harry silently moved over until he was next to her, and he took her hand and squeezed it reassuringly, as if to say 'don't worry, I'm here for you.'
What felt like an eternity later, the door swung open and Viktor Krum's massive frame filled the door space to capacity, and he actually had to duck to make it under the door without hitting his head. Clutched in his hand was a small bouquet of roses, her former favorite flower. It had been up until that summer, up until she broke things off with Krum, and he had sent her vases and vases of roses (along with the chocolates and clothing and jewelry, all of which she had promptly returned) in hopes of winning her back.
"Hello Hermione," he said with his heavy accent, not even noticing that Harry and Ron were also in the room, Harry sitting protectively next to her. "I heard about your accident, and I was very concerned so I decided to come up and see you, to make sure you were all right."
"I'm fine," she said through gritted teeth.
"Oh, I brought these for you," he said, handing her the flowers. "I know they're your favorite."
"That's nice, but I don't want them," said Hermione coldly. "And they are not my favorite."
"But my Hermione, I bought them just for you," he protested.
"Let's get one thing straight. I am not yours any longer, so I would appreciate it if you would stop treating me as though I were," she replied frostily.
"That is where you are wrong, Hermione. You will always be mine. We were meant to be together, whether you realize it or not. Now take that back," he said menacingly, taking a step towards her.
"I'd suggest that you leave Hermione alone," said Harry coolly, rising and putting himself between Hermione and Krum.
Krum blinked several times, seeing Harry for the first time.
"You again? Hermione, I am surprised at your behavior. I did not think you had it in you to sink this low, associating with this scum," Krum said sarcastically.
Harry struggled to stay in control as he felt the anger rising through him. Taking several cleansing breaths, he looked Krum straight in the eye and said "If anything, Viktor," he said, spitting out the name, "I'd say you were the scum, treating Hermione the way you did. But to each our own."
Glaring at Hermione he said, "This isn't over," and then stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Hermione then realized she'd been holding her breath and exhaled, sighing deeply. Harry spun around and sat down next to Hermione.
"You okay?" he asked, trying to comfort her.
She nodded, but when she looked up Harry could see the tears glistening in her eyes. His heart wrenching, he wrapped her in for another hug.
Hermione willed herself not to cry, but she could feel the tears forming in her eyes. When Harry asked if she was okay, she couldn't speak so she nodded, but she knew Harry didn't believe her. Harry understood her so well, that sometimes it seemed as though they didn't need words, that they could read each other's minds or something.
"Ahh-hem. As sweet as this is, anyone want to explain what the bloody hell is going on?"
Startled, Harry and Hermione drew apart. They had completely forgotten Ron was in the room.
"Oh, well, you see, it's kind of a long story....."started Harry.
"And we just haven't got the time to explain!" finished Hermione quickly. Although both friends felt bad about lying to Ron, they knew that they really didn't have the time to explain, and Ron just wouldn't understand. He worshipped Krum (or at least pretended to), despite the fact that the Chudley Cannons were his all-time favorite Quidditch team. Hermione strongly suspected it had to do with the fact that he thought she and Krum were still dating, which of course they weren't.
Harry and Ron left a short while later, under the pretense that they thought she needed some sleep. However, long after they left, Krum's words continued to run through her head. She just kept hearing them over and over, especially the last bit. "This isn't over." What did he mean by that?
As she tossed and turned restlessly, one thing kept coming to mind. Scary as it was, he was right. It wasn't over yet; it was just beginning.
A/N: Memorial Day weekend! Yes! No school Monday! More time to right! Okay, you know the drill. Please read this blah, blah, blah, tell me what you think yadda, yadda, yadda, please review, etc. etc. etc.
At the sound of Ron's voice, they both froze. Seconds turned into what felt like hours, and neither of them seemed capable of movement. At last, Hermione's senses kicked in and she quickly pulled back from Harry, a hares- breath before Ron burst through the door, his signature goofy grin on his face.
Hermione gave him a small hug as she whispered "welcome back" softly in his ear. Pulling back, she gave him a smile and then sat back down on the bed next to an obviously distracted Harry. Discreetly, she elbowed him sharply in the side, and he winced before catching her glare. When he sent her a questioning look, she nodded at Ron who was too busy looking around the room, as if making sure nothing had changed, to notice. Understanding dawned on him, and he cleared his throat loudly to catch Ron's attention.
"Hey, would you look what the cat dragged in?" he said jokingly to his best friend, and they shook hands, neither wanting to seem like a girly-man by hugging.
"That the best you got Potter?" Ron said.
"Aww, c'mon, lay off. You just got here, what do you want me to say?" Harry replied, and soon the two friends were swapping jokes like old-times, completely oblivious to Hermione who was sitting on the bed, looking increasingly bored. She cleared her throat a little in the hopes of reminding the both of them that she was still there. When they failed to even look in her direction, she coughed loudly, still with no response. She was just about to interrupt their conversation when there was a knock at the door.
Ron and Harry fell silent as they turned towards the door, wondering who would be knocking on the door during dinner. Harry had a sickening feeling that he knew who it was, and a glance at Hermione confirmed his thoughts. The color was rapidly draining out of her face, and she quickly became pale as a ghost. Determined not to let the fear show (who knew? She could be wrong), she took a shaky breath and then said loudly, "Come in."
The doorknob turned slowly (it was almost like one of those horror scenes straight out of the films), and the door was quietly pushed open. One look at the burley arm pushing the door open, Hermione knew she had been right. Who else could it have been?
Harry silently moved over until he was next to her, and he took her hand and squeezed it reassuringly, as if to say 'don't worry, I'm here for you.'
What felt like an eternity later, the door swung open and Viktor Krum's massive frame filled the door space to capacity, and he actually had to duck to make it under the door without hitting his head. Clutched in his hand was a small bouquet of roses, her former favorite flower. It had been up until that summer, up until she broke things off with Krum, and he had sent her vases and vases of roses (along with the chocolates and clothing and jewelry, all of which she had promptly returned) in hopes of winning her back.
"Hello Hermione," he said with his heavy accent, not even noticing that Harry and Ron were also in the room, Harry sitting protectively next to her. "I heard about your accident, and I was very concerned so I decided to come up and see you, to make sure you were all right."
"I'm fine," she said through gritted teeth.
"Oh, I brought these for you," he said, handing her the flowers. "I know they're your favorite."
"That's nice, but I don't want them," said Hermione coldly. "And they are not my favorite."
"But my Hermione, I bought them just for you," he protested.
"Let's get one thing straight. I am not yours any longer, so I would appreciate it if you would stop treating me as though I were," she replied frostily.
"That is where you are wrong, Hermione. You will always be mine. We were meant to be together, whether you realize it or not. Now take that back," he said menacingly, taking a step towards her.
"I'd suggest that you leave Hermione alone," said Harry coolly, rising and putting himself between Hermione and Krum.
Krum blinked several times, seeing Harry for the first time.
"You again? Hermione, I am surprised at your behavior. I did not think you had it in you to sink this low, associating with this scum," Krum said sarcastically.
Harry struggled to stay in control as he felt the anger rising through him. Taking several cleansing breaths, he looked Krum straight in the eye and said "If anything, Viktor," he said, spitting out the name, "I'd say you were the scum, treating Hermione the way you did. But to each our own."
Glaring at Hermione he said, "This isn't over," and then stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Hermione then realized she'd been holding her breath and exhaled, sighing deeply. Harry spun around and sat down next to Hermione.
"You okay?" he asked, trying to comfort her.
She nodded, but when she looked up Harry could see the tears glistening in her eyes. His heart wrenching, he wrapped her in for another hug.
Hermione willed herself not to cry, but she could feel the tears forming in her eyes. When Harry asked if she was okay, she couldn't speak so she nodded, but she knew Harry didn't believe her. Harry understood her so well, that sometimes it seemed as though they didn't need words, that they could read each other's minds or something.
"Ahh-hem. As sweet as this is, anyone want to explain what the bloody hell is going on?"
Startled, Harry and Hermione drew apart. They had completely forgotten Ron was in the room.
"Oh, well, you see, it's kind of a long story....."started Harry.
"And we just haven't got the time to explain!" finished Hermione quickly. Although both friends felt bad about lying to Ron, they knew that they really didn't have the time to explain, and Ron just wouldn't understand. He worshipped Krum (or at least pretended to), despite the fact that the Chudley Cannons were his all-time favorite Quidditch team. Hermione strongly suspected it had to do with the fact that he thought she and Krum were still dating, which of course they weren't.
Harry and Ron left a short while later, under the pretense that they thought she needed some sleep. However, long after they left, Krum's words continued to run through her head. She just kept hearing them over and over, especially the last bit. "This isn't over." What did he mean by that?
As she tossed and turned restlessly, one thing kept coming to mind. Scary as it was, he was right. It wasn't over yet; it was just beginning.
A/N: Memorial Day weekend! Yes! No school Monday! More time to right! Okay, you know the drill. Please read this blah, blah, blah, tell me what you think yadda, yadda, yadda, please review, etc. etc. etc.