Hey guys sorry for the crappy Quiditch game last chapter, but I can't say
I'm too good at describing sports, no matter how cool. No one had to stay
out of the game because they counted Harry and Hermione as one person,
really it wasn't an advantage in the ref.'s eyes since it was hard to
manoeuvre so everything worked out. As for the fact that Angelina, Katie,
and Alicia still being on the team, sorry I forgot about them graduating so
for the sakes of the story let's just say they failed their seventh year.
Valentine's day theme, ooh! Hope you like, it took me forever to write.
Please read and review. If you have the chance go read my friend Nayhleii's
fics she has two great ones: Harry Potter and the desired loss (which is a
sequel to her other completed fic), and What could have been. Everyone
have a great Valentine's day! *throws heart shaped confetti*
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(I'm sorry if I'm fast forwarding but I didn't want to write a Christmas chapter in February)
Harry the next day frowned in his Arithmancy class, he couldn't seem to keep his mind fixated to his work. He couldn't believe that Cho would do that to Hermione, he felt his anger well up, just thinking about how she knocked Hermione off the Firebolt.
"Mr Potter, would you rather take down notes at lunch?" Professor Vector asked him.
He snapped back to attention and hurriedly jotted down notes. Hermione looked at him questionably but didn't say anything. After class he noticed how most of the students were talking about Valentine's day plans. He had no idea if he was going to do something with Hermione or what. She didn't say anything to him about Valentine's day so he racked his mind, trying to figure out what to do. It wasn't that their audience fully expected something romantic from him, he wasn't going to give them the pleasure of viewing a romantic act, he just felt like he wanted to do something for her.
"Is something on your mind?" Hermione asked him, encouragingly.
Harry smiled at her.
"It's nothing, just thinking about the game." He lied.
"Oh, I see. Wasn't it great, besides the whole oh-my-god-I'm-dangling-60- feet-in-the-air thing. It was exhilarating." She said.
He laughed a little and smiled all the more.
"So, what have the letters from your parents said? Still concerned?" he asked.
She made a face.
"I didn't lie to them that we were going out but my father's still going on about you touching me and kicking of your ass, blah, blah, blah... But my mom's understanding now that she knows that it's 'that nice young man'." She told him.
He lifted an eyebrow.
"You know, I'm not always nice."
Hermione let out a convincing snort.
"Yeah, sure you aren't." she told him.
"But I'm not, didn't you feel me kiss you?" he asked her.
She stopped laughing promptly.
"An act out of desperation, purely to keep up this charade we have going on." She told him, not looking at him.
He felt heat rise to his face.
'So that's all what she thinks it was? Or maybe all she wanted it to be?' he thought to himself.
"Well... why don't I prove it?" he told her.
She looked at him with an expression of amusement. In the hallway he stopped her and knelt down. Her expression changed instantly to one of confusion. He wondered if this was a mistake, but he couldn't back down now.
"Hermione Granger, will you be my Valentine and go out on a date with me?" he asked her, smiling widely.
Blushing, he saw a flash of a smile but he blinked and it was gone. People were crowding around them, honestly, when weren't they. He felt livid that he couldn't even ask Hermione something serious without an audience, now she was going to think it was an act. He had to think of some way to show her on the date that it was more, he wished that she wouldn't keep him wondering if she was going to say yes. She bit her lower lip and looked hesitant, finally she answered him.
"Of course, Harry." She said, he didn't know if there was any sincerity behind it though, but he grinned anyway.
Coming back up he had an epiphany.
'I know exactly what to do.' He thought.
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Hermione wondered what their 'date' was going to be like, but she noticed he was dragging her down to the library to get some books and he wouldn't tell her what for. Might be for their date, or else something he didn't want to tell her about. But she didn't really care either way, it would have been nice, a real date with Harry but he asked her in the crowded hallway, how could she believe it was a real date then? When he had asked her, she had hated him for a second, asking her out only to appear like they were a couple when she had real feelings for him. But then she remembered that she couldn't hate him when she had no intentions of telling him that she had feelings for him. So all she could do was try to enjoy the date when it came.
On February 14th, Valentine's day, she awaited their date. But... it didn't come, Harry didn't say a single word the whole day about their date so Hermione assumed that either he forgot, or the date thing was all talk. Soon it was late in the night, she and Harry were the only ones in the common room and she was working on some Defence against the dark arts work. Harry, working on a scroll for potions, suddenly put all his stuff away and turned to her.
"You ready for our date?" He asked her, smiling.
He had caught her off guard. She looked at him like he was a crazy man.
"Now?" she asked, the flames in the fireplace dying out.
"Yes, now." He answered, standing up.
He handed her coat to her and put his own on, using the spell, he picked something else up and they left. Still smiling, he pulled her out of the castle. Once out on the snow coated grounds, he stopped her.
"Okay now close your eyes." He ordered.
She complied, wondering what was in store and why he chose to do it at night when their audience would all be asleep.
"Okay you can open them again." He told her.
"Do I have to, I'm half asleep already." She told him jokingly.
"You don't have to but I don't think you want to miss this."
She opened her eyes and immediately her breath caught in her throat. Instead of the dark night as she expected she found circles in the snow to be shining coloured light, the bright myriad of colours she found took her breath away. They were zigzagging a pathway, she noticed. She turned to Harry, at a loss for words. Finally she found some.
"How... did you?" she asked.
"Rocks underneath the snow, with a simple wand stroke to make them glow. Hey, that rhymed. But wait there's more, let's go." He said, taking her along the lighted trail.
They halted near the lake, and she noticed for the first time what he was holding. Harry spread out the blanket onto the snowy ground.
"But isn't it too..." she started before Harry interjected.
"Don't worry it has a spell on it to keep us warm and toasty without melting the snow under it." He explained.
"Wow, I'm impressed, you had this all figured out, what next, Mr Potter?" she asked.
He laid down on the blanket and Hermione did the same.
"Feel like stargazing?" He asked her.
She looked up and realised how clear the sky was tonight. There were so many stars that you normally couldn't see at night at Hogwarts, forget seeing them back home with all the city lights.
"Harry... thank you so much for all this, really. At first I thought you were just doing this for everyone else, but now I see it's not, it's for me, right?" she tried to word the sentence carefully.
He looked at her.
"Of course it's for you Hermione, I... there's something I need to tell you." He said, sitting up.
'Could he...?' she thought, also sitting up and looking at him seriously.
"Through this whole fake relationship I've been noticing that I... well we've been through a lot together ever since we got stuck together and I... think you should get less angry, that way our relationship will seem more realistic." Harry stuttered out.
'THAT was what he wanted to say?' she thought, angrily.
Stone faced, she looked back to the sky and found it no longer interesting.
"Yeah, I'll make note of that, maybe tomorrow I can act as if our date was the most romantic thing ever, should I say it went exactly like this except a lot more kissing?" she asked him, monotonously.
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Harry wanted to die for his lack of courage to say what he meant to say.
"Alright." He answered her, hoping she would forgive him soon.
As Valentine's day finished neither of the students could say that they had a romantic evening, though they had the feelings required they lacked courage to just go out and say it. One of the most romantic days of the year left the two feeling miserable.
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Sorry if I ended that on a DEPRESSING mood but that's what they're feeling and I hope that it doesn't sound gay. Oh well if it does I'll find out. Please read and review. Happy Valentine's!
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(I'm sorry if I'm fast forwarding but I didn't want to write a Christmas chapter in February)
Harry the next day frowned in his Arithmancy class, he couldn't seem to keep his mind fixated to his work. He couldn't believe that Cho would do that to Hermione, he felt his anger well up, just thinking about how she knocked Hermione off the Firebolt.
"Mr Potter, would you rather take down notes at lunch?" Professor Vector asked him.
He snapped back to attention and hurriedly jotted down notes. Hermione looked at him questionably but didn't say anything. After class he noticed how most of the students were talking about Valentine's day plans. He had no idea if he was going to do something with Hermione or what. She didn't say anything to him about Valentine's day so he racked his mind, trying to figure out what to do. It wasn't that their audience fully expected something romantic from him, he wasn't going to give them the pleasure of viewing a romantic act, he just felt like he wanted to do something for her.
"Is something on your mind?" Hermione asked him, encouragingly.
Harry smiled at her.
"It's nothing, just thinking about the game." He lied.
"Oh, I see. Wasn't it great, besides the whole oh-my-god-I'm-dangling-60- feet-in-the-air thing. It was exhilarating." She said.
He laughed a little and smiled all the more.
"So, what have the letters from your parents said? Still concerned?" he asked.
She made a face.
"I didn't lie to them that we were going out but my father's still going on about you touching me and kicking of your ass, blah, blah, blah... But my mom's understanding now that she knows that it's 'that nice young man'." She told him.
He lifted an eyebrow.
"You know, I'm not always nice."
Hermione let out a convincing snort.
"Yeah, sure you aren't." she told him.
"But I'm not, didn't you feel me kiss you?" he asked her.
She stopped laughing promptly.
"An act out of desperation, purely to keep up this charade we have going on." She told him, not looking at him.
He felt heat rise to his face.
'So that's all what she thinks it was? Or maybe all she wanted it to be?' he thought to himself.
"Well... why don't I prove it?" he told her.
She looked at him with an expression of amusement. In the hallway he stopped her and knelt down. Her expression changed instantly to one of confusion. He wondered if this was a mistake, but he couldn't back down now.
"Hermione Granger, will you be my Valentine and go out on a date with me?" he asked her, smiling widely.
Blushing, he saw a flash of a smile but he blinked and it was gone. People were crowding around them, honestly, when weren't they. He felt livid that he couldn't even ask Hermione something serious without an audience, now she was going to think it was an act. He had to think of some way to show her on the date that it was more, he wished that she wouldn't keep him wondering if she was going to say yes. She bit her lower lip and looked hesitant, finally she answered him.
"Of course, Harry." She said, he didn't know if there was any sincerity behind it though, but he grinned anyway.
Coming back up he had an epiphany.
'I know exactly what to do.' He thought.
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Hermione wondered what their 'date' was going to be like, but she noticed he was dragging her down to the library to get some books and he wouldn't tell her what for. Might be for their date, or else something he didn't want to tell her about. But she didn't really care either way, it would have been nice, a real date with Harry but he asked her in the crowded hallway, how could she believe it was a real date then? When he had asked her, she had hated him for a second, asking her out only to appear like they were a couple when she had real feelings for him. But then she remembered that she couldn't hate him when she had no intentions of telling him that she had feelings for him. So all she could do was try to enjoy the date when it came.
On February 14th, Valentine's day, she awaited their date. But... it didn't come, Harry didn't say a single word the whole day about their date so Hermione assumed that either he forgot, or the date thing was all talk. Soon it was late in the night, she and Harry were the only ones in the common room and she was working on some Defence against the dark arts work. Harry, working on a scroll for potions, suddenly put all his stuff away and turned to her.
"You ready for our date?" He asked her, smiling.
He had caught her off guard. She looked at him like he was a crazy man.
"Now?" she asked, the flames in the fireplace dying out.
"Yes, now." He answered, standing up.
He handed her coat to her and put his own on, using the spell, he picked something else up and they left. Still smiling, he pulled her out of the castle. Once out on the snow coated grounds, he stopped her.
"Okay now close your eyes." He ordered.
She complied, wondering what was in store and why he chose to do it at night when their audience would all be asleep.
"Okay you can open them again." He told her.
"Do I have to, I'm half asleep already." She told him jokingly.
"You don't have to but I don't think you want to miss this."
She opened her eyes and immediately her breath caught in her throat. Instead of the dark night as she expected she found circles in the snow to be shining coloured light, the bright myriad of colours she found took her breath away. They were zigzagging a pathway, she noticed. She turned to Harry, at a loss for words. Finally she found some.
"How... did you?" she asked.
"Rocks underneath the snow, with a simple wand stroke to make them glow. Hey, that rhymed. But wait there's more, let's go." He said, taking her along the lighted trail.
They halted near the lake, and she noticed for the first time what he was holding. Harry spread out the blanket onto the snowy ground.
"But isn't it too..." she started before Harry interjected.
"Don't worry it has a spell on it to keep us warm and toasty without melting the snow under it." He explained.
"Wow, I'm impressed, you had this all figured out, what next, Mr Potter?" she asked.
He laid down on the blanket and Hermione did the same.
"Feel like stargazing?" He asked her.
She looked up and realised how clear the sky was tonight. There were so many stars that you normally couldn't see at night at Hogwarts, forget seeing them back home with all the city lights.
"Harry... thank you so much for all this, really. At first I thought you were just doing this for everyone else, but now I see it's not, it's for me, right?" she tried to word the sentence carefully.
He looked at her.
"Of course it's for you Hermione, I... there's something I need to tell you." He said, sitting up.
'Could he...?' she thought, also sitting up and looking at him seriously.
"Through this whole fake relationship I've been noticing that I... well we've been through a lot together ever since we got stuck together and I... think you should get less angry, that way our relationship will seem more realistic." Harry stuttered out.
'THAT was what he wanted to say?' she thought, angrily.
Stone faced, she looked back to the sky and found it no longer interesting.
"Yeah, I'll make note of that, maybe tomorrow I can act as if our date was the most romantic thing ever, should I say it went exactly like this except a lot more kissing?" she asked him, monotonously.
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Harry wanted to die for his lack of courage to say what he meant to say.
"Alright." He answered her, hoping she would forgive him soon.
As Valentine's day finished neither of the students could say that they had a romantic evening, though they had the feelings required they lacked courage to just go out and say it. One of the most romantic days of the year left the two feeling miserable.
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Sorry if I ended that on a DEPRESSING mood but that's what they're feeling and I hope that it doesn't sound gay. Oh well if it does I'll find out. Please read and review. Happy Valentine's!