Chapter Ten
A/N: Hello again to all my friends...lol, it's been a while. Sorry, the one thing I vowed to myself when I started posting here was that I would update...But I've become my worst enemy. Okay, done with my apologies now. This chapter kind of changes gears for Hermione, not that it's bad.I'm just warning you. Don't flame me for what happens, it's just I like it when things are dramatic, and this will make the climax (I didn't mean that in a dirty way you pervs) and resolution work out more to my liking.
Hermione opened her eyes and slowly everything came into focus, as she regain the ability to turn her head she noticed that she had been placed clumsily on a couch, a pillow propped under her head and her arm strewn carelessly along that back of the red plush couch. She noticed Fred and George sitting across from her, Fred staring at her chest mischievously while George read from Neville's journal turning pages faster then she had.
"I told you she'd wake up," Fred said forcing his gaze to her face after she crossed her arms over her chest. "Didn't I George, there was no need to worry"
George looked up at her and smiled warmly, "Right," he nodded, "so you did."
"Fred," Hermione asked, her voice was thick and spent. "Would you kindly fetch Madam Promfrey for me, I think I'm going to need to talk to her. Just tell her that I've passed out and that I'm here in the Common Room."
As soon as the words had left her mouth Fred jumped up from his chair. "Of course I will," he said nodding and rushing out the room. Finally, as they heard the portrait slam shut, they knew they were alone.
"So you're reading it," Hermione said, speaking of the journal.
"Yeah," he answered, "it seems weird to look back on it now though."
The girl nodded, "You wouldn't have expected such things from Neville, he masked everything he felt, the only emotion he every showed was fear."
"Have you read all of this," he asked, closing the book and staring at the cover.
"No," she admitted a little sheepishly, "I'm afraid of what I'll find."
He sighed and moved so he was sitting next to her on the couch, "You're right I think, there's more to Neville then we thought. And we aren't through yet, I have a feeling like there is something we still don't know."
"You'll think I'm insane, but I think we have to find out about him, you know, about how this happened," she said looking at the ceiling. "I mean, it's like it all depends on us, if he becomes a ghost or not."
George nodded and changed the subject, "When you fainted the first thing I thought was the you were dead. I had a flashback of Neville and I thought 'oh god, what have I done to deserve this. Why would they hurt her.' It would be awful rich wouldn't it, for the woman I love to die in my arms."
A tear slid down his freckled cheek, one solitary crystal drop. Hermione reached up to wipe it away, it still seemed strange when she saw him get emotional, and she couldn't handle it yet. She took a few deeps breaths to calm herself, her hand shook when her fingers came into contact with his skin.
"I'm okay," George assured her, "it's just that the thought of living without you seems so bleak. You're indescribable."
"George," she said, "I'm okay, I'm fine. Look at me, I'm still here."
"I know," he said touching her nose gently, "It's just.for a second I saw what it would be like without you."
She smiled up at him reassuringly, "Well I'm here, so you don't have to worry about that do you."
He looked so handsome, sitting there in the dim candlelight, his red hair shown elegantly against the red wallpaper that the Gryffindor house was known for. His eyes had regained their gleam, something that was sourly missed among all of the students and most of the teachers. The halls hadn't been the same when Neville had gone, the twins' had halted all pranks and jokes in the making, and people seemed to miss that. Everything about him made all of her problems melt away, she let out a soft giggle.
"What," he asked, a lopsided grin playing across his features.
"Nothing," she giggled again.
"You're beautiful, did you know that?" He gradually leaned down until his forehead was pressed against hers. "How many people have told you that you are beautiful? Not nearly enough, you are such an incredible person."
She smiled, wondering what brought on the sweet talk, but pressed against him in anticipation. Her breath was coming quickly, even from this small amount of physical contact. Finally, when she thought she could contain herself no longer, he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to hers. She found herself melting into him, and when his tongue beckoned her to part her lips she obliged very willingly.
"Hermione," George said pulling back slightly, "do you think that the common room is an appropriate place to um."
She ran her hands gently through his hair and pulled him, rather roughly George thought, back into a kiss. It was hard to mask his arousal, especially since his thoughts revolved solely around the fact that he could feel her breasts through the thin material that separated them. Hermione sighed softly as George slid his hands up her shirt; one immediately went to caress her hardened nipples, while the other hand drew lazy circles around her stomach.
"Get out of the way Mister Weasley," Madam Promfrey shrieked, "You don't need to stand there like you've just seen the face of He-Who-Must-Not- Be-Named."
George leapt off of Hermione, and she smoothed down her shirt, which had ridden up from George's play. Trying to calm her breathing she noticed a glare from Fred, his eyes flicking back and forth from George to Hermione.
"Miss Granger," Professor McGonagall cried climbing through the portrait hole behind the nurse, "are you alright?"
"I'm not sure," she answered truthfully. "I just passed out, I should be fine."
George took the diary after seeing Hermione out of the room and brought it up to his room, slipping into bed quietly he continued to read it by the light of his wand from the 'lumos' charm.
Dec 29 yr 4
Hermione looked so beautiful today. Her face was alight, as usual, and now she smiles whenever her friends are around, except for Ron. It seems to me he doesn't appreciate her, maybe it's just that he doesn't deserve her. I think I just may be in love, not necessarily her, but the way she holds herself, everyone notices. I think that's why the Slytherins insult her so much, not because of her bloodlines (although that helps with their material), but because they want to break her, see her walk around like she is the scum of the wizarding world.
It seems like so many people adore her, not that she would notice. Hermione has always been oblivious to these kinds of things, romantic things. She has no idea that she has the potential to be not only beautiful inside, but a Greek goddess outside, with creamy skin and hair, which could be tamed. She has no idea that she is the most divine girl in Gryffindor, and was the most exquisite thing at the Yule Ball.
I wonder if anyone has actually told her that she is beautiful? I know that everyone expects her to be bookwormish, but some can see what lies within her. Hell, I've even seen Malfoy (the stupid prat) watching her, not in his usual manner either. At first I thought he was just trying to catch a glimpse of skin when she bent over to pick up a book or some parchment, but after time I noticed that there may be more in his stare, more then lust, more then the respect he secretly gives her. I'll have to watch him.
N.L It seemed true to George, everything that Neville had just said, Hermione denied that guys fancied her. She obviously didn't know about Malfoy, or she would have gone back to wearing those robes that were at least two sizes to big for her. The ones she had worn until this year, apparently she liked that attention that she got at the Yule Ball. She also didn't know about Fred, who seemed to be coping, and Ron had moved on to Lavender.a choice that George thought may have been for the worst, for Lavender had a reputation for sleeping around.
George shut the book and slid it under his pillow, whispering a charm he had learned over the summer, a charm, which said that only he could remove the book from its hiding place. He lay his head pack on his pillow, it was sad, the way Hermione had left him, in a state of need. Although he know that if he wanted it, all he had to do was ask her...But it would be selfish, she had just gone to the infirmary. He shook his head, he was so pathetic, he couldn't even calm himself down after she touched him. He slid his hand down to the waistband of his boxers, and then taking a deep breath he slipped it beneath the red silk.
Meanwhile, Hermione was on her way to the infirmary, McGonagall helping her all the way. Speaking to her kindly, yet cautiously.
"It seems, Miss Granger," her favorite teacher said, "that this year you seem to be visiting the hospital wing more then Mister Potter."
'Harry.' Hermione thought, she hadn't spoken to Harry in a while. He had been a wreck all summer, luckily the students and teachers seemed to support him. Of course the Dursleys hadn't been helpful, they had heard that Harry had been involved in a murder and sent him back under the staircase. When Hermione hadn't received any letters from Harry she knew it was time to take drastic measures.
*(flashback)
"Hello," Petunia Dursley said coming to the door, "can I help you?"
"Yes ma'am," she said politely, trying to ignore the fact that the woman seemed to be paying more attention to her expensive car then to her. "I'm looking for...Har- Dudley."
At the mention of her son the woman's eyes snapped back to Hermione, "A girl, here to visit my Dudley? Come in!"
Hermione followed the ecstatic woman inside, it was a nice house, expensive she supposed, but it lacked anything to make it stand out. There was a nicely furnished living room, complete with pictures of Dudley, who was practically as big as a mid-sized elephant. She followed the tall woman into the kitchen, past the closet under the stairs.
While Petunia went upstairs to "retrieve" Dudley -which Hermione suspected meant to get him up off of his lazy arse- Hermione tiptoed to the closet.
"Harry," Hermione hissed, "Harry it's me, Hermione."
Suddenly she heard movement from within the closet, "Oy, Hermione, is it really you?"
"Of course it is me," she said, "now get your stuff, we're leaving."
So, after unlocking the closet and getting Harry to hand her his trunk while he carried Hedwig, they rushed out the front door. Hearing hooting and loud laughter Petunia ran to the top of the stairs and watched in horror as Harry left with the girl.
"See you next year," Harry called over his shoulder as his aunt gaped in shock.
They rushed to her car, practically jamming his stuff in, and speeding away just in time, for his uncle Vernon turned in the driveway just as they turned the corner and Harry said goodbye to Privet drive for another year.
*
"Harry," she said aloud quite miserably.
"Don't worry about him," the older woman said kindly, "he's doing okay. Dumbledore has spoken to him on several occasions and he seems to be dealing with everything in his own way. There is no need to worry about him."
Hermione still felt guilty, ever since Neville had committed suicide she had been selfish, thinking only of herself. She hadn't been there for Harry, who was obviously still a little out of it because of Cedric.
"Hermione," the deputy headmistress said warmly, "it's okay to worry about yourself once in a while, I'm sure that Mister Potter will understand. He's had to witness horrible things throughout his life, so in a way he knows what you are going through."
"How did you know." Hermione stuttered.
"Dumbledore has his tricks, and so do I," the teacher said laughing deeply.
They finally reached the infirmary where Hermione had a restful nights sleep, something she very much deserved.
The morning brought a mass of dark clouds and thundershowers, which didn't help the depressed mood which had settled over the school. As soon as she could move again, which was much sooner then the nurse thought, Hermione scurried out of the infirmary. Upon seeing no teachers in the hallway she broke into a run, fearing she would be late for potions, and worse it was the day the class was to share their potions with the class.
Unfortunately, fate was not on her side, and as she turned a sharp corner she ran headfirst into none other then Draco Malfoy.
"Watch it," Malfoy hissed, picking himself up off the floor and brushing off his black robes.
"Sorry," she said automatically, but still sincerely.
It seemed as though this had an affect on the cold-hearted Slytherin Prince, for he reached out his hand and helped her get to her feet. He had never done anything like that for anyone, not in all his 15 years, and both he and Hermione knew that.
"You're bleeding," she said lifting a hand to his face. "Who hit you?"
All he did was stare for a minute or two, and he kept staring as she wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Finally he made a movement, taking her hand with his own, pulling it gently away from his face and cradling it delicately.
"What do you think you're doing," he growled.
"Trying to help," she snarled roughly.
"Help how? By dirtying my cut with your filthy mudblood hands?"
"Well if my skin if so unclean then why on earth are you still holding my hand," she shrieked.
Malfoy's gray eyes widened in surprise, it was true, he was still gripping her hand. He looked deep into her eyes for a second, thinking that his answer might lie within her soul.
"I-I," he stuttered, speechless for once in his life.
"I-I what," she protested. "why do you fuck around like this? Why are you trying to prove? That you are a coldhearted bastard who will never be capable of feeling anything other then hate and contempt?"
He sighed quietly, "Go to hell mudblood."
"Am I a mudblood? I thought we had discussed this already.
He glared angrily at her, and then swiftly leaned down and kissed her. She gasped at the sudden contact with his cold lips. As his arms slid around her waist she felt herself leaning into him, letting his seductiveness take over.
"No," she said quietly pushing him backward, touching a hand to her mouth.
A/N: Um, just so everyone knows this story is Gr/Hr, but I never said that I wasn't going to make it that way at the beginning lol. You can send flames if you're mad...they are used to roast marshmallows. (yum) Lol, and thanks to my reviewers:
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A/N: Hello again to all my friends...lol, it's been a while. Sorry, the one thing I vowed to myself when I started posting here was that I would update...But I've become my worst enemy. Okay, done with my apologies now. This chapter kind of changes gears for Hermione, not that it's bad.I'm just warning you. Don't flame me for what happens, it's just I like it when things are dramatic, and this will make the climax (I didn't mean that in a dirty way you pervs) and resolution work out more to my liking.
Hermione opened her eyes and slowly everything came into focus, as she regain the ability to turn her head she noticed that she had been placed clumsily on a couch, a pillow propped under her head and her arm strewn carelessly along that back of the red plush couch. She noticed Fred and George sitting across from her, Fred staring at her chest mischievously while George read from Neville's journal turning pages faster then she had.
"I told you she'd wake up," Fred said forcing his gaze to her face after she crossed her arms over her chest. "Didn't I George, there was no need to worry"
George looked up at her and smiled warmly, "Right," he nodded, "so you did."
"Fred," Hermione asked, her voice was thick and spent. "Would you kindly fetch Madam Promfrey for me, I think I'm going to need to talk to her. Just tell her that I've passed out and that I'm here in the Common Room."
As soon as the words had left her mouth Fred jumped up from his chair. "Of course I will," he said nodding and rushing out the room. Finally, as they heard the portrait slam shut, they knew they were alone.
"So you're reading it," Hermione said, speaking of the journal.
"Yeah," he answered, "it seems weird to look back on it now though."
The girl nodded, "You wouldn't have expected such things from Neville, he masked everything he felt, the only emotion he every showed was fear."
"Have you read all of this," he asked, closing the book and staring at the cover.
"No," she admitted a little sheepishly, "I'm afraid of what I'll find."
He sighed and moved so he was sitting next to her on the couch, "You're right I think, there's more to Neville then we thought. And we aren't through yet, I have a feeling like there is something we still don't know."
"You'll think I'm insane, but I think we have to find out about him, you know, about how this happened," she said looking at the ceiling. "I mean, it's like it all depends on us, if he becomes a ghost or not."
George nodded and changed the subject, "When you fainted the first thing I thought was the you were dead. I had a flashback of Neville and I thought 'oh god, what have I done to deserve this. Why would they hurt her.' It would be awful rich wouldn't it, for the woman I love to die in my arms."
A tear slid down his freckled cheek, one solitary crystal drop. Hermione reached up to wipe it away, it still seemed strange when she saw him get emotional, and she couldn't handle it yet. She took a few deeps breaths to calm herself, her hand shook when her fingers came into contact with his skin.
"I'm okay," George assured her, "it's just that the thought of living without you seems so bleak. You're indescribable."
"George," she said, "I'm okay, I'm fine. Look at me, I'm still here."
"I know," he said touching her nose gently, "It's just.for a second I saw what it would be like without you."
She smiled up at him reassuringly, "Well I'm here, so you don't have to worry about that do you."
He looked so handsome, sitting there in the dim candlelight, his red hair shown elegantly against the red wallpaper that the Gryffindor house was known for. His eyes had regained their gleam, something that was sourly missed among all of the students and most of the teachers. The halls hadn't been the same when Neville had gone, the twins' had halted all pranks and jokes in the making, and people seemed to miss that. Everything about him made all of her problems melt away, she let out a soft giggle.
"What," he asked, a lopsided grin playing across his features.
"Nothing," she giggled again.
"You're beautiful, did you know that?" He gradually leaned down until his forehead was pressed against hers. "How many people have told you that you are beautiful? Not nearly enough, you are such an incredible person."
She smiled, wondering what brought on the sweet talk, but pressed against him in anticipation. Her breath was coming quickly, even from this small amount of physical contact. Finally, when she thought she could contain herself no longer, he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to hers. She found herself melting into him, and when his tongue beckoned her to part her lips she obliged very willingly.
"Hermione," George said pulling back slightly, "do you think that the common room is an appropriate place to um."
She ran her hands gently through his hair and pulled him, rather roughly George thought, back into a kiss. It was hard to mask his arousal, especially since his thoughts revolved solely around the fact that he could feel her breasts through the thin material that separated them. Hermione sighed softly as George slid his hands up her shirt; one immediately went to caress her hardened nipples, while the other hand drew lazy circles around her stomach.
"Get out of the way Mister Weasley," Madam Promfrey shrieked, "You don't need to stand there like you've just seen the face of He-Who-Must-Not- Be-Named."
George leapt off of Hermione, and she smoothed down her shirt, which had ridden up from George's play. Trying to calm her breathing she noticed a glare from Fred, his eyes flicking back and forth from George to Hermione.
"Miss Granger," Professor McGonagall cried climbing through the portrait hole behind the nurse, "are you alright?"
"I'm not sure," she answered truthfully. "I just passed out, I should be fine."
George took the diary after seeing Hermione out of the room and brought it up to his room, slipping into bed quietly he continued to read it by the light of his wand from the 'lumos' charm.
Dec 29 yr 4
Hermione looked so beautiful today. Her face was alight, as usual, and now she smiles whenever her friends are around, except for Ron. It seems to me he doesn't appreciate her, maybe it's just that he doesn't deserve her. I think I just may be in love, not necessarily her, but the way she holds herself, everyone notices. I think that's why the Slytherins insult her so much, not because of her bloodlines (although that helps with their material), but because they want to break her, see her walk around like she is the scum of the wizarding world.
It seems like so many people adore her, not that she would notice. Hermione has always been oblivious to these kinds of things, romantic things. She has no idea that she has the potential to be not only beautiful inside, but a Greek goddess outside, with creamy skin and hair, which could be tamed. She has no idea that she is the most divine girl in Gryffindor, and was the most exquisite thing at the Yule Ball.
I wonder if anyone has actually told her that she is beautiful? I know that everyone expects her to be bookwormish, but some can see what lies within her. Hell, I've even seen Malfoy (the stupid prat) watching her, not in his usual manner either. At first I thought he was just trying to catch a glimpse of skin when she bent over to pick up a book or some parchment, but after time I noticed that there may be more in his stare, more then lust, more then the respect he secretly gives her. I'll have to watch him.
N.L It seemed true to George, everything that Neville had just said, Hermione denied that guys fancied her. She obviously didn't know about Malfoy, or she would have gone back to wearing those robes that were at least two sizes to big for her. The ones she had worn until this year, apparently she liked that attention that she got at the Yule Ball. She also didn't know about Fred, who seemed to be coping, and Ron had moved on to Lavender.a choice that George thought may have been for the worst, for Lavender had a reputation for sleeping around.
George shut the book and slid it under his pillow, whispering a charm he had learned over the summer, a charm, which said that only he could remove the book from its hiding place. He lay his head pack on his pillow, it was sad, the way Hermione had left him, in a state of need. Although he know that if he wanted it, all he had to do was ask her...But it would be selfish, she had just gone to the infirmary. He shook his head, he was so pathetic, he couldn't even calm himself down after she touched him. He slid his hand down to the waistband of his boxers, and then taking a deep breath he slipped it beneath the red silk.
Meanwhile, Hermione was on her way to the infirmary, McGonagall helping her all the way. Speaking to her kindly, yet cautiously.
"It seems, Miss Granger," her favorite teacher said, "that this year you seem to be visiting the hospital wing more then Mister Potter."
'Harry.' Hermione thought, she hadn't spoken to Harry in a while. He had been a wreck all summer, luckily the students and teachers seemed to support him. Of course the Dursleys hadn't been helpful, they had heard that Harry had been involved in a murder and sent him back under the staircase. When Hermione hadn't received any letters from Harry she knew it was time to take drastic measures.
*(flashback)
"Hello," Petunia Dursley said coming to the door, "can I help you?"
"Yes ma'am," she said politely, trying to ignore the fact that the woman seemed to be paying more attention to her expensive car then to her. "I'm looking for...Har- Dudley."
At the mention of her son the woman's eyes snapped back to Hermione, "A girl, here to visit my Dudley? Come in!"
Hermione followed the ecstatic woman inside, it was a nice house, expensive she supposed, but it lacked anything to make it stand out. There was a nicely furnished living room, complete with pictures of Dudley, who was practically as big as a mid-sized elephant. She followed the tall woman into the kitchen, past the closet under the stairs.
While Petunia went upstairs to "retrieve" Dudley -which Hermione suspected meant to get him up off of his lazy arse- Hermione tiptoed to the closet.
"Harry," Hermione hissed, "Harry it's me, Hermione."
Suddenly she heard movement from within the closet, "Oy, Hermione, is it really you?"
"Of course it is me," she said, "now get your stuff, we're leaving."
So, after unlocking the closet and getting Harry to hand her his trunk while he carried Hedwig, they rushed out the front door. Hearing hooting and loud laughter Petunia ran to the top of the stairs and watched in horror as Harry left with the girl.
"See you next year," Harry called over his shoulder as his aunt gaped in shock.
They rushed to her car, practically jamming his stuff in, and speeding away just in time, for his uncle Vernon turned in the driveway just as they turned the corner and Harry said goodbye to Privet drive for another year.
*
"Harry," she said aloud quite miserably.
"Don't worry about him," the older woman said kindly, "he's doing okay. Dumbledore has spoken to him on several occasions and he seems to be dealing with everything in his own way. There is no need to worry about him."
Hermione still felt guilty, ever since Neville had committed suicide she had been selfish, thinking only of herself. She hadn't been there for Harry, who was obviously still a little out of it because of Cedric.
"Hermione," the deputy headmistress said warmly, "it's okay to worry about yourself once in a while, I'm sure that Mister Potter will understand. He's had to witness horrible things throughout his life, so in a way he knows what you are going through."
"How did you know." Hermione stuttered.
"Dumbledore has his tricks, and so do I," the teacher said laughing deeply.
They finally reached the infirmary where Hermione had a restful nights sleep, something she very much deserved.
The morning brought a mass of dark clouds and thundershowers, which didn't help the depressed mood which had settled over the school. As soon as she could move again, which was much sooner then the nurse thought, Hermione scurried out of the infirmary. Upon seeing no teachers in the hallway she broke into a run, fearing she would be late for potions, and worse it was the day the class was to share their potions with the class.
Unfortunately, fate was not on her side, and as she turned a sharp corner she ran headfirst into none other then Draco Malfoy.
"Watch it," Malfoy hissed, picking himself up off the floor and brushing off his black robes.
"Sorry," she said automatically, but still sincerely.
It seemed as though this had an affect on the cold-hearted Slytherin Prince, for he reached out his hand and helped her get to her feet. He had never done anything like that for anyone, not in all his 15 years, and both he and Hermione knew that.
"You're bleeding," she said lifting a hand to his face. "Who hit you?"
All he did was stare for a minute or two, and he kept staring as she wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Finally he made a movement, taking her hand with his own, pulling it gently away from his face and cradling it delicately.
"What do you think you're doing," he growled.
"Trying to help," she snarled roughly.
"Help how? By dirtying my cut with your filthy mudblood hands?"
"Well if my skin if so unclean then why on earth are you still holding my hand," she shrieked.
Malfoy's gray eyes widened in surprise, it was true, he was still gripping her hand. He looked deep into her eyes for a second, thinking that his answer might lie within her soul.
"I-I," he stuttered, speechless for once in his life.
"I-I what," she protested. "why do you fuck around like this? Why are you trying to prove? That you are a coldhearted bastard who will never be capable of feeling anything other then hate and contempt?"
He sighed quietly, "Go to hell mudblood."
"Am I a mudblood? I thought we had discussed this already.
He glared angrily at her, and then swiftly leaned down and kissed her. She gasped at the sudden contact with his cold lips. As his arms slid around her waist she felt herself leaning into him, letting his seductiveness take over.
"No," she said quietly pushing him backward, touching a hand to her mouth.
A/N: Um, just so everyone knows this story is Gr/Hr, but I never said that I wasn't going to make it that way at the beginning lol. You can send flames if you're mad...they are used to roast marshmallows. (yum) Lol, and thanks to my reviewers:
Gryffindorbaby1 - GC in Massachusetts? Not that it matters, I luv them anyway! LOL! I found out that a bunch of people I know were there! Of course they weren't in the most pit so that could be why I didn't know (not that I'm a heavy mosher or anything, but it fit the mood I was in) Thanks.
Hurdlingbaybe06 - Yeah, all my friends were jealous lol. But anyway, I am actually enjoying writing this story...I have no idea why either, just a way to vent my annoyance I suppose, thanks for reviewing!
Celestial - I tend not to update quickly, but I try.
Rooser - Yeah, don't worry, they'll be more I suppose. But it's not the right time yet, I've still got plot building to do
L - So.you want less conversation...but what do you want in its place?
The Tiff Felton Lover Person - Your fav? Really? Thanks! I won't stop writing it, and now that I'm on vacation I'll update more often. Thanks for the review
Ripper - Thanx
Tuilindo - lol, plot and adventure...this story.NEVER! Lol thanks for the review and keep reading.
Desiree - I want to post another story, but am not sure it will even be in the Harry Potter cat. If it is though it will be a Hermione/George
Alaskantiger - Lol, you can tell I hurried...::cough:: now that it's June
madam-pyro - Thanks, I appreciate that! I'm glad it explained it, some people got confused because I didn't really signify that it was something that had happened in the past.
dragonbrat - Yeah, the only thing is, the next Harry Potter book comes out soon, so I may have to do some revamping and all that, actually, no matter what I can't change some parts.oh here I am, rambling on.thanks for the review.
SycoCallie - I will try to update, I want to finish this by the end of July
plastic - I had a lot of fun! Thanks for writing.
LadyLupin1020 - We will read the entry and it might not be that he didn't want to, maybe he had no other choice...maybe it wasn't Neville at all, who knows. Don't jump to conclusions though folks, I've still got some tricks up my sleeve.
Mmn673 - Lol, now does it qualify as a square? I'm not trying to make her seem like a slut, or have everyone all over her, hence the reason why Ron has moved to Lavender...
Lioness-07863 - I repeated it because in the in chapter 8 there was a cut scene, Hermione came downstairs to pass out into George's arms, but I never said what happened when she read the journal. It was basically an explanation.
Stellar Snape - Wow, I think that was just about the most detailed review I've ever gotten, lol, not that it's a bad thing. Actually, this review made me smile a bit, to know that someone actually liked the story for a lot of reason other then just the mere relationship between Hermione and George. So I hope to see you review again
DracoGirl - I can't wait to read your fic! I hope you post it soon! Thanks for reviewing! I'm glad someone else has decided to write a George/Hermione fic!
Cool brat - Thanks!
Vllybll429 - Yeah, I'm trying to work in some more romance, I promise there will be more to come.
Paws10081 - Lol, and again it took me forever to upload this chapter! Sorry EVERYONE!
Flutterby - Sorry, lol, I have severe update problems. Fred, well, Fred will explain himself later, it may annoy you now, but it will be surprising in the end
Luvaluva - Keep reading!
Coolio - It was a D/Hr, pretty uninvolved and a little rush...my first try at a fanfic
Stacy - I'll try to update more regularly
EuphoniumGurl0 - I'm not at liberty to say.I hope you weren't too sick. I got the flu in May...that was in no way fun
Acetate - lol, I'm trying to update