Author: Lady CC Kagehoshi
Timeline: Seventh Year. After the defeat of Voldemort.
Be happy. This is longer than the prologue. :D
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Chapter One
And I Wonder Why
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Hermione Granger was a very intelligent witch. She scored quite highly in her O.W.L.S and was one of the most brilliant magic-users that had graced the walls of Hogwarts. She also was one very worried witch.
Brown hair, much tamer compared to the bushy mass it was back in first year, was in a messy ponytail.
"Where IS he? I knew I should have gone with him!" She paced inside the Gryffindor common room. The red carpeted floor looked abused from her pacing. As it was a common room, the room had quite a few more people inside it. Aforementioned people (Gryffindors duh!) were glancing at her then giggling. Alright, alright, the boys weren't giggling. They were sniggering.
Yeah right.
Hermione however, didn't see them as she was muttering feverishly to herself. "I do hope he's alright. What if something's happened to him?" Pacing back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.
I feel sorry for the poor carpet. Imagine having to endure being a faded pink compared to all the pretty scarlets and reds in the room.
Said mutterings were put to an end when a certain redhead named Ron Weasley entered the room. His ear length red hair was in disarray. His face was fine but his robes had slight traces of dirt on them. Spotting him (It is very hard to miss someone with that shade of hair and robes), she shrilled a single word.
"Ron!"
Hermione-the-worried quickly became Hermione-the-angry.
Ron, looking at her, was signaled to go to his dormitory when she jabbed her thumb towards the boys' staircase. He, seeing the reddish aura surrounding the girl, gulped, and did the right thing to do when faced with The Wrath of Hermione and went quickly to his dorm. Hermione followed slowly.
The Gryffindors were watching her every move silently. Expressions of glee were on their faces. Amusement was hard to come by now that the Terrible Twins were out of Hogwarts and they would not waste an opportunity.
The irate seventeener disappeared from their view of the staircase.
The seventh year boys dorm Weasley occupied had four four-poster beds with red sheets and maroon curtains. All curtains were open save for the one on the bed farthest right from the door. Enter the pissed off female.
Closing the door with a slam, she marched to the bed, threw open the curtains to reveal a sweating redhead and shouted, "Ronald Weasley! What in the world took you so long!"
Poor, poor Ronald was looking at her with wide eyes. Meanwhile, down in the common room, the Gryffindors, hearing the shout that could be heard all the way to Pakistan, were laughing like hyenas. Hyenas on laughing gas.
That's a disturbing image, isn't it? Hyenas are weird enough normally. But since Ron and Hermione are the main characters, we shall focus on them instead.
She launches into a tirade. "What in the world were you thinking Ronald Weasley! You should have… were gone for such a long time… worried me sick…I thought you'd have known better… gather the ingredients?... blah blah blah".
No reader, she did not say blah. I was only using that to show you that I do not have the intellectual capacity to create a tirade that all of you would soon forget and probably not read at all.
Gah!
No throwing of rotten fruit at the author. Author does not like objects hitting her. She also does not like getting stinky. She is NOT insulting your intellectual capacity. She is just basing it all on her goldfish memory.
Basically, she was thinking of three points.
One: What in Merlin's name took him so long?
Two: Didn't he know how bloody worried she was?
Three: Was he sane enough to gather the ingredients?
Which was rephrased, reworded and repeated with many more embellishments and such until those three tiny sentences was worth ten minutes of the use of valuable oxygen.
She stopped then, looking very red and the poor boy was finally given a chance to speak. "Erm… 'Mione? I got…um…lost." This was, obviously, the wrong thing to say as it resulted in another five minute tirade of how could he have been as stupid as to have gotten lost in a path that all of them knew by heart (caused by their many adventures in the forest).
Now, Ronald Weasley was not a coward. No siree. After all, he faced old Moldywarts along with his best friends Harry and Hermione. But then this time, he had no one beside him. And after all, there is no wrath greater than a woman with PMS. Or something like that.
Why do males assume that an angry woman has PMS anyway? There are around twenty-eight other days without it.
So Ron Weasley sputtered. He, as red as a Gryffindor banner from scalp to neck (which again clashed horribly with his dirt stained orange robes), made his flimsy, muttered excuses, gave the ingredients to his schoolmate and fled.
Fled like the hounds of hell were on his tail.
Hermione blinked. And blinked again. Ron was gone and she was just imaging the blaze of smoke that he left behind. Right, it was just a product of her overactive imagination because of the stress that Ron had caused her.
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See Ron run
See Ron run
See how fast he runs
See how fast he runs
He runs away from 'Mione's wand
Who'll take away what makes him a man
Have you ever seen such a thing in your life?
As seeing Ron run
Seeing Ron run
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You might be wondering why Ron and Hermione were gathering ingredients. You see, Draco Malfoy was infatuated with Luna Lovegood. Since Draco was shy, Ron and Hermione made a plan to make Draco tell Luna that he liked her. Actually, Hermione made the plan and Ron was dragged along after much convincing.
The brilliant plan, which Hermione called Operation 'Dragon Moon' and Ron called Operation 'What The Bloody Hell Are You On' was actually quite simple. They would gather ingredients to create the Veritas Potion (The Veritas potion was a milder form of Veritaserum that the Golden Trio found during their researches on ways to kill Voldemort- which they found in the book "How to Kill a Dark Lord" by Godric Gryffindor. Go figure.). Ron would then get Draco to ingest the potion and lead him to Luna, who would be with Hermione. Then Draco would pour out his undying love for her and then… well, they didn't know what but Luna sort of liked Draco… didn't she?
Ron didn't have much of a problem with this plan aside from the fact that he didn't want Draco's wrath on him. He was quite scary when furious. When the twins dyed his hair red in Grimmauld Place last Christmas, he retaliated. Payback's a bitch. And no one messed with his hair.
Ron, conceding to the fact that Luna would hopefully be able to control the little dragon's temper and thereby not decrease his own life span by a few years, Goddess knows how many years of Harry had already caused him, went into the Forbidden Forest to gather the necessary ingredients for the potion.
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And so, it was a stock still Hermione, a bag of gathered ingredients in her left hand that gazed on the Ron-imprint that was left on the bed.
'And I wonder why I love him.'
I'm so sad. A virus entered my computer so it was reformatted. I've lost half my files and chapters so I'm starting over. I grieve for lost bytes.