A/N: Okay, first of all, just let me say that I am sooooooo sorry I
haven't updated in so long. I'm trying to juggle homework, with my other
story, plus midterms are like three weeks away *shudders*. What am I
saying? That's not an excuse...anyway, I'm really sorry! Now, on with the
chappie!!
A/N: Also, I'm still working on incorporating the whole 'burning roses' thing...funny...I made a story with a title that I have yet to work with...oh well, I find it amusing...
"I don't believe this! I don't bloody believe this! My two best friends are going out, and the first I hear of it is from the local Gossip Girl! Some friends you are," he said before storming off.
Hermione sighed as she rubbed her temples.
"You were going to take care of it?" she asked softly, weariness evident in her voice. He hung his head in shame, nothing to say on his behalf.
"I think I am going to bed," she said slowly, rising from the table and heading for the door.
"'Mione," said Harry behind her.
"Harry, not now," she said, not stopping. Making her way to her room, she put her books away. Slipping into her most comfortable pajamas, she pulled down the covers to slide into bed. There, resting innocently against her pillow, was another rose. There was no note attached; it wasn't necessary. She already knew whom it was from. Shivering slightly, and not from the cold, she picked it up and placed it in her trunk at the base of her bed along with the others, less anyone else should find them. Especially Lavender.
"I can just imagine how crazy she would go if she ever found out," Hermione murmured to herself as she drifted off to sleep.
She didn't sleep well that night, but then again, she couldn't remember the last time she had slept well. Her dreams were, once again, plagued with images of Krum. Krum during their relationship; Krum at the train station; Krum at the school, and so on and so forth. She awoke, scream at her lips, drenched in sweat. Realizing it was just a dream, she settled back down against her pillows, breathing heavily. She could feel her heart racing and although she was sweaty, she was shivering. Glancing at the clock, she sighed. It was only one o'clock...at least five more hours until any sensible person would think of getting up. Obviously, she wasn't going to fall asleep any time soon...
Rising, she pulled on her robe and slid her feet into her slippers. Opening the door softly, she slipped through it and closed it equally as quietly behind her. Descending the stairs, she was shocked to see she wasn't alone. On the couch in front of the chair sat none other than Harry.
He looked up sharply at her intrusion, but relaxed almost equally as quickly.
"Couldn't sleep either?" he asked.
"Not really," she said, sitting on the couch next to him.
"Listen, 'Mione, I'm really sorry about what happened today..." he started, but was cut off by Hermione shushing him.
"It's okay Harry," she said, wanting to put it all behind her, preferably as far as possible.
"No Hermione, it's not okay. What I did.....what happened...I know it hit you hard. You were having an incredibly crappy day to begin with, and then I screwed everything over by pissing off one of your, our, best friends," he said, deeply contrite.
"Harry....." she said, not knowing what to say. Sighing, she rested her head on his shoulder, snuggling as close as she could. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer still, until she was practically lying in his lap. She'd promised herself she was just resting her eyes, and that she would get up in five minutes.
*~*
Opening her eyes, she squinted at the brightness. Yawning, she glanced around, confused. Where was she? Closing her eyes again, she tried to remember the events of last night. There was the Ron-dinner episode, then the rose, and then...of gods! She had gone and done it again! She had fallen asleep on Harry.
Looking over at him, she was stunned to see him already awake, and apparently for a while.
"Hey you," he whispered softly, fingers toying with her hair.
"Hey," she whispered back. Sitting up, she leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. Pulling back, she smiled. "Mmm, I missed that."
"Me too."
"So tell me. How long have you been awake?" she asked, worried she had done something embarrassing in her sleep.
"A while," he said. "Long enough to know that I was right. You are beautiful, even when you're sleeping." And it was true. As she had slept, he had just watched her, mystified. She was so beautiful, curled up on his shoulder, hair splayed out like an angel.
She blushed at his compliment before kissing him again, this time on the cheek.
"What time is it?" she asked, never wanting this moment to end.
"Almost five," he said. And then, as if he could read her mind, "I wish we could stay here forever."
"Me too," she whispered. As she lay there, she realized how content she was, to just rest her head on his shoulder, his hand once again threaded in her hair. Hermione also realized that for the first time in a very long time, she had slept contentedly.
"Wow," she said, not realizing she was speaking aloud.
"What?" said Harry.
"What?"
"You said 'wow'. Wow what?"
"Just thinking how this is the first time in...well, in quite a while that I've slept well," she said.
"Oh..." he said, not quite sure how to respond to that.
"It's okay Harry," she said, understanding. He nodded, not wanting to say any more on the subject.
"Tell you what 'Mione," he said.
"What?" she asked, not sure what he was talking about.
"First thing this morning I'm gonna find Ron and explain everything to him," he said.
"Really?"
"Really." She kissed him again, still softly but with more passion then before. Breaking away before they went too far, she smiled at his disappointment.
"So how long would you say we've been here?" she asked.
"Dunno...maybe four hours? You came down a little after one, and it's about five now...so yeah, four hours more or less." Her face darkened at the remembrance of last night. Harry noticed her sour face.
"What? What is it?"
"He's at it again," Hermione sighed.
A/N: Well there you have it! Now let's see if I can update a little more quickly than last time next time...and if you can figure out what the heck I just said, then you should win a gold medal in...I dunno, but you deserve one. I'm kinda tired in case you didn't pick up on it...
A/N: Y'all know the drill at this point...read, review, blah blah blah...and in case I don't get a chance to update before the New Year (which hopefully I will), Happy Holidays!
A/N: FYI, Gossip Girl is a great series if anyone cares to read it!
A/N: Also, I'm still working on incorporating the whole 'burning roses' thing...funny...I made a story with a title that I have yet to work with...oh well, I find it amusing...
"I don't believe this! I don't bloody believe this! My two best friends are going out, and the first I hear of it is from the local Gossip Girl! Some friends you are," he said before storming off.
Hermione sighed as she rubbed her temples.
"You were going to take care of it?" she asked softly, weariness evident in her voice. He hung his head in shame, nothing to say on his behalf.
"I think I am going to bed," she said slowly, rising from the table and heading for the door.
"'Mione," said Harry behind her.
"Harry, not now," she said, not stopping. Making her way to her room, she put her books away. Slipping into her most comfortable pajamas, she pulled down the covers to slide into bed. There, resting innocently against her pillow, was another rose. There was no note attached; it wasn't necessary. She already knew whom it was from. Shivering slightly, and not from the cold, she picked it up and placed it in her trunk at the base of her bed along with the others, less anyone else should find them. Especially Lavender.
"I can just imagine how crazy she would go if she ever found out," Hermione murmured to herself as she drifted off to sleep.
She didn't sleep well that night, but then again, she couldn't remember the last time she had slept well. Her dreams were, once again, plagued with images of Krum. Krum during their relationship; Krum at the train station; Krum at the school, and so on and so forth. She awoke, scream at her lips, drenched in sweat. Realizing it was just a dream, she settled back down against her pillows, breathing heavily. She could feel her heart racing and although she was sweaty, she was shivering. Glancing at the clock, she sighed. It was only one o'clock...at least five more hours until any sensible person would think of getting up. Obviously, she wasn't going to fall asleep any time soon...
Rising, she pulled on her robe and slid her feet into her slippers. Opening the door softly, she slipped through it and closed it equally as quietly behind her. Descending the stairs, she was shocked to see she wasn't alone. On the couch in front of the chair sat none other than Harry.
He looked up sharply at her intrusion, but relaxed almost equally as quickly.
"Couldn't sleep either?" he asked.
"Not really," she said, sitting on the couch next to him.
"Listen, 'Mione, I'm really sorry about what happened today..." he started, but was cut off by Hermione shushing him.
"It's okay Harry," she said, wanting to put it all behind her, preferably as far as possible.
"No Hermione, it's not okay. What I did.....what happened...I know it hit you hard. You were having an incredibly crappy day to begin with, and then I screwed everything over by pissing off one of your, our, best friends," he said, deeply contrite.
"Harry....." she said, not knowing what to say. Sighing, she rested her head on his shoulder, snuggling as close as she could. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer still, until she was practically lying in his lap. She'd promised herself she was just resting her eyes, and that she would get up in five minutes.
*~*
Opening her eyes, she squinted at the brightness. Yawning, she glanced around, confused. Where was she? Closing her eyes again, she tried to remember the events of last night. There was the Ron-dinner episode, then the rose, and then...of gods! She had gone and done it again! She had fallen asleep on Harry.
Looking over at him, she was stunned to see him already awake, and apparently for a while.
"Hey you," he whispered softly, fingers toying with her hair.
"Hey," she whispered back. Sitting up, she leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. Pulling back, she smiled. "Mmm, I missed that."
"Me too."
"So tell me. How long have you been awake?" she asked, worried she had done something embarrassing in her sleep.
"A while," he said. "Long enough to know that I was right. You are beautiful, even when you're sleeping." And it was true. As she had slept, he had just watched her, mystified. She was so beautiful, curled up on his shoulder, hair splayed out like an angel.
She blushed at his compliment before kissing him again, this time on the cheek.
"What time is it?" she asked, never wanting this moment to end.
"Almost five," he said. And then, as if he could read her mind, "I wish we could stay here forever."
"Me too," she whispered. As she lay there, she realized how content she was, to just rest her head on his shoulder, his hand once again threaded in her hair. Hermione also realized that for the first time in a very long time, she had slept contentedly.
"Wow," she said, not realizing she was speaking aloud.
"What?" said Harry.
"What?"
"You said 'wow'. Wow what?"
"Just thinking how this is the first time in...well, in quite a while that I've slept well," she said.
"Oh..." he said, not quite sure how to respond to that.
"It's okay Harry," she said, understanding. He nodded, not wanting to say any more on the subject.
"Tell you what 'Mione," he said.
"What?" she asked, not sure what he was talking about.
"First thing this morning I'm gonna find Ron and explain everything to him," he said.
"Really?"
"Really." She kissed him again, still softly but with more passion then before. Breaking away before they went too far, she smiled at his disappointment.
"So how long would you say we've been here?" she asked.
"Dunno...maybe four hours? You came down a little after one, and it's about five now...so yeah, four hours more or less." Her face darkened at the remembrance of last night. Harry noticed her sour face.
"What? What is it?"
"He's at it again," Hermione sighed.
A/N: Well there you have it! Now let's see if I can update a little more quickly than last time next time...and if you can figure out what the heck I just said, then you should win a gold medal in...I dunno, but you deserve one. I'm kinda tired in case you didn't pick up on it...
A/N: Y'all know the drill at this point...read, review, blah blah blah...and in case I don't get a chance to update before the New Year (which hopefully I will), Happy Holidays!
A/N: FYI, Gossip Girl is a great series if anyone cares to read it!