My Happy Ending Chapter 5: Mixed Feelings, a harry potter fanfic

Mixed Feelings

By: HermionePotter52036

"Guess who?" asked a very familiar voice, giggling.

He turned around and saw his best friend but was very differently dressed from the way he remembered.

"Hermione?"

"Hermione?"

Harry was shocked. He had never seen Hermione dressed like this. When she wasn't wearing the school uniform, Harry would see her in blue jeans and light colored clothing. But this just isn't my, I mean, this isn't Hermione, Harry thought. As much as Harry didn't want to check her out, he couldn't resist.

Hermione was a one piece black with red dress, which Harry thought hugged her body in the right places. The top of the dress resembled a corset and had a red ribbon criss-crossing down the middle of her chest closing the corset. The bottom of the dress was just black and came up a little bit above her knees. She was wearing some chunky boots that went up to the middle of her calves and were at least 5 inches in height. No wonder she looked a little taller, Harry thought. Her hair was no longer bushy but straight and shiny. Harry could see that she had dyed one or two inches of her tips black.

Hermione in turn was checking him out. She could see that he was wearing black boots, with black baggy pants, and a black button up shirt with blue flames on the bottom. His face looked almost the same except for something shiny in his eyebrow that Hermione guessed was a piercing. But the thing that made Harry looked completely different was his new hairstyle. Instead of having his hair in every direction like he used to have it, he had it spiky, and all in one direction. The hairstyle was the part that made Harry look sexy...well, for Hermione.

At this point, both of them decided to start talking at the same time:

"Hi, nice to see you."

"Nice to see you too."

"You look great."

"Thanks, you too."

And then they both started blushing at the same time.

I can't believe I was checking him out!

I can't believe I was checking her out!

I can't he was my friend!

I can't she was my friend!

"Well, honey, aren't you gonna say something else? Or are you two just going to stand there all through dinner and staring at each other," said Dannielle smiling.

At that time, Aunt Petunia saved them from anyone seeing how red their faces had gone by announcing that dinner was ready. Harry and Dudley sat right across the Grangers. The first course of dinner went on smoothly, but the main course was hell for both Harry and Hermione.

For at that time Mr. and Mrs. Granger decided to start bragging about their daughter. All Hermione could do was keep her head down from embarrassment. Harry hadn't noticed yet how Hermione looked so cute when she was embarrassed and spent all through dinner stealing glances and Hermione also stole glances to Harry when she had her head down. Then a song that both of then did not understood started

Y si tú notas que he cambiado

Ahora no es casualidad

No soy la misma, me cuesta confesar

Es que hace tiempo que ya no te veo igual

Me empiezo a enamorar

Antes te tuve a mi lado

Como el amigo siempre fiel

Y ahora que no estas aquí

Llame para decirte por teléfono

Te necesito aquí

Ya no puedo estar sin ti

Me vuelvo loca

A ciegas sin pensar te deje marchar

Y si tú quieres, si lo quieres

Lo podemos intentar

Si pruebas una vez

Te puedo enamorar

Nunca vi cuanto me amabas...Noo

Nunca te supe valorar

Ahora es mi turno de luchar por ti

Regresa de una vez

Te necesito aquí

Ya no puedo estar sin ti

Me vuelvo loca

A ciegas sin pensar te deje marchar

Y si tú quieres, si lo quieres

Lo podemos intentar

Si pruebas una vez

Te puedo enamorar

(AN: find translation for song at the bottom. I'm sorry but I think that you will find it kind of appropriate when they start looking at each other and everything)

Harry was having the best time of his life staring at Hermione thinking how cute she looked embarrassed. But then Harry realized that he wasn't the only one checking Hermione out. (No, it's not his uncle, you pervs!ï) When he looked to his left he saw Dudley totally gawking at her. It was totally disgusting! It was a good thing that he wasn't able to eat anything for a full twenty four hours because if he did his tongue would get infected. Had he eaten anything he would have thrown it all up with the look on Dudley's face. (Think pink pig slobbering all over his food)

Just then Aunt Petunia took the plates away and brought out small cups with some ice cream. Dessert went quickly for the teenagers while the grown-ups talked about what grown-ups talked about (which I personally have absolutely no freaking idea!).

Harry and Hermione soon started to have a silent eye conversation. First Harry looked at Hermione and moved his eyes toward Dudley telling her, "He's totally looking at you." And Hermione was kind of surprised that Dudley was staring at her with a stupid look on his drooling face. She looked completely disgusted. Their conversation was quickly interrupted by the grown-ups getting up.

"Are we leaving already?" asked a surprised Hermione.

"No, sweetie, we're just going to the parlor and talk for a while," said Jack.

"Oh, ok, Dad," said an extremely relieved Hermione.

"Harry, why don't you take Hermione for a tour of the house? See, what you two can talk about," suggested Aunt Petunia.

Harry had never thought this, but at that point, Harry loved his aunt.

"Ok, come on, Hermione," said Harry. So being the gentleman that he was (lol) he helped Hermione out of her chair.
"Why, thank you, sir," giggled Hermione.

Then a voice came from the parlor making Harry hate the whole idea of taking Hermione for a tour. "Take Dudders with you so he can get to know Hermione," grunted Uncle Vernon.

Harry stopped in his tracks, groaned, and said through gritted teeth, "Yes, Uncle Vernon. Well, come on, Big D," Harry added sarcastically. Without waiting for Dudley to get out of his chair, which he needed some help; Harry went into the hall leading into the staircase and leaned against the wall. He closed his eyes and sighed.

"Harry."

He opened his eyes to find big, beautiful, chocolate, brown eyes staring into his own piercing, brilliant eyes.

"Harry, what's wrong? Are you ok?" asked Hermione, her eyes full of concern.

"No, it's nothing. I'm fine," lied Harry.

Well, it wasn't a lie because nothing was wrong. But the after pain of the piercings was kind of getting to him.

Hermione gave him a look that clearly said, "I don't believe you."

"No, really, I'm fine. It's just I got my tongue pierced and the pain is kind of getting to me," said Harry completely honest this time.

"Oh, well, your cousin is having a lot of trouble getting out of his chair," said Hermione. Then she burst out laughing, Harry joined her later.

"Yeah, don't worry about him, he's always getting stuck."

Silence fell over the teens. The only sounds that could be heard was Dudley grunted in his struggle to get out of his chair, and the grown-ups talking and laughing.

"Listen, I've really missed you, Harry. Why haven't you answered all my letters? I've been worried sick," said Hermione, finally breaking the silence.

"I know I've really missed you too, Hermione. But...I don't know. I know you've been writing letters. I have them all in my room. But...right now is not the best time to be listening to all those "it wasn't your faults" and "don't beat yourself ups" and "we understand what your going through." Because honestly, Hermione, I don't think that any of you have got one little clue as to how I feel.

"Oh, Harry, I'm really sorry." Then Hermione threw her arms around his neck into a hug. At first, Harry didn't know what to do, and then he wrapped his around her waist and returned her hug.

When they broke apart, Hermione had tears in her eyes. "Wait, Hermione, why are you crying? No, no, no, don't cry, please," said a semi-scared Harry. He didn't what he was doing but he was gently wiping Hermione's tears away with his thumb.

"There, now, don't cry," said Harry, softly.

"Oh, Harry, I'm really sorry. You must think I'm a big git," said Hermione wiping the rest of her tears.

"No, actually, you look kind of cute when you're crying," said Harry grinning.

"Harry James Potter, are you flirting with me?" said Hermione with a shocked expression on her face.

"Maybe and maybe not. That is for me to know and for you to find out." Said Harry slyly.

At that moment, Dudley came waddling into the hall. "Well, what are you waiting for, Harry. This young lady must be wanting to know how we live."

Dudley grabbed Hermione's hand and dragged her up the stairs as fast as he could.

First, they went to Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia's room, then the guest room, then Dudley's room, and finally then went into Harry's room.

When they into there Hermione was looking all around the room.

How awful, Hermione thought. Why do they keep him in the smallest room in the house when he could be using the guest room?

"Have you owled Remus, Harry?" asked Hermione, looking at Hedwig's empty cage by the corner.

"Well, I have to owl him every three days if not the whole bloody Order will come down here before you can say "Quidditch."

"Wait a minute...owl? Quiddy? You're one of his friends from his freaky school? But how you're a babe!" said Dudley surprised.

At that point, Hermione looked disgusted at being called a babe by a pig, and Harry looked like he was about to punch Dudley.

"Yeah, well, Big D, is it? Never judge book by its cover." Said Hermione still completely disgusted.

"MUM, DAD! HERMIONE'S A YOU-KNOW-WHAT!" screamed Dudley while running down the stairs as fat as his legs could carry him.

"Screaming won't do nothing because you're aunt and uncle already know." Said Hermione smugly.

"Wait...they already knew and they still let you into the house? Wow, this is a change." Harry was surprised. Usually if someone from the magical world would come to their front door, Uncle Vernon would shut the door in their faces.

"Yeah, well, your aunt came to my house in the morning to invite us to dinner. But I kind of told her not to tell you it was us. Big surprise, no?"

"Obviously." That word was the only one Harry could say through his surprise.

"Hermione, honey, we're leaving!" Mrs. Granger's voice could be heard into Harry's room calling Hermione.

"Ok, Mum!" Hermione called back down.

"Well, I guess I'll see you later." Said Harry.

"Ok. Hey, do you want to come by tomorrow. We can hang out or something." Said Hermione eagerly.

"Sure! Great!"

"Ok, well, bye."

Hermione started walking toward the door, when Harry caught her wrist. She turned around and looked at him questioningly.

"Yes, Harry?"

Harry didn't say anything but walked up to her and kissed her on the cheek and gave her a big hug.

"Goodnight, Hermione."

"Goodnight, Harry," said Hermione.

The happenings left Hermione a little breathless. But nonetheless quite giddy.

AN: ok that was kind of a lot for a first time author. Too much thinking, too many headaches, and there's school tomorrow! Sorry but I'm going to be updating at least once every week or every other week. Too much work, too much time in the sun! NOOO! Just kidding. So here's the translation for the song. It's in Spanish and the name of the of the song is Si Pruebas Una Vez by a group called HaAsh which means Hannah y Ashley.

If you've noticed that I have changed.

Now it is not casualty

I'm not the same one, I'm afraid I must admit

It's been time that I haven't seen you the same way

I'm starting to love you

Before I had you by my side

Like a friend always loyal

And now that you're not here

I've called to tell you by phone

That I need you here

I cannot be here without you

I'm going crazy

Blindly thoughtless I let you go away

And if you want it, if you want it

We can always try again

If you try again

You can fall in love

I never saw how much you loved me...Noo

I never knew how to value you

Now it's my turn to fight for you

Come back to me again

I need you here