AN- To make up for all the short chapters I have put up recently, this
one's long. Consider it a gift from me to my faithful readers. Enjoy!
When temptation calls...
-The next month was spent in a blur of secret happiness. No one knew why Hermione was suddenly so bright and happy. She smiled at everyone and her eyes would unfocus every once and a while and a beautiful dreamy look would spread across her face. She was wearing brighter colors, too, and Lavender quickly spread the word when she heard Hermione singing love songs in the shower.
Every girl in Gryffindor figured it out quickly, but when they asked her she'd only smile and say, "You don't know him," and walk away. Parvati Patil cornered her in the girls bathroom and got her to admit that she DID have a boyfriend and that she HAD kissed him, maybe more. Parvati promptly took this information to Harry and Ron, who had, like typical boys, not noticed the dramatic change in Hermione.
Ron, who now had a girlfriend he'd met in Egypt while visiting Bill, was inclined to let her alone and be happy for her. Harry, however, was a little worried. Apart from Krum, who had been more of a pen pal than anything else, Hermione was not known for being a "girlfriend" type. He was afraid she might have gotten into something she couldn't handle.
He asked Hermione about her boyfriend one day in the common room. She tried to put him off, and when he wouldn't leave her alone she got upset.
"Why do you care?" she snapped at him, "I'm happy, and he understands me. We can talk, Harry! We can talk about anything and he always makes me feel like I'm important. I don't feel like I'm a brain or a nobody when I'm with him!"
"Hermione, can't you just tell me who he is? I just want to know his name! I'm worried you could be being lied to."
She turned on him, her eyes burning with anger. "Why? You don't trust me? You think I'm stupid or-or-or blind or something? I'm not a child, Harry! You can't control me!"
She stormed across the room towards the portal that led to the hall. Harry tried to follow her, but she turned on him and said, in a low, dangerous voice that shook with anger, "No, Harry! You won't follow me. You won't speak to me. I don't want you to even sit near me. If you don't trust or believe me, I won't trust or believe you. Goodbye." And she left.
-I was in my room, trying to keep warm and finish this bloody 24-inch essay for McGonagall when Hermione stumbled out of my fireplace. She was crying, and I grabbed her and tried to calm her down. It didn't take long for me to figure out she was angry, not sad, and she was furious with Potter. She told me he had questioned her about what was going on, and that he'd treated her like a child.
Seeing her so upset like that, it only made me hate potter even more. How dare he treat Hermione like that?!
It took her a long time to calm down, and by the time she was it was really late, so she stayed the night. I was worried about what she might do, that she might do something in her emotional state and regret it later. Say what you will about me, but I was raised to be a gentle man.
I didn't need to worry, though. Hermione fell asleep on the couch in my arms, and I quickly did too. I woke up late because it was a weekend and I didn't have any classes. Hermione was gone, but she left a note and a single, perfect white rose on my dresser.
I read the note, marveled at the grace of her handwriting. It thanked me for comforting her and being there for her. When I finished reading it I put it down. It dissolved into mist that formed into Hermione's face. It smiled at me and drifted over and kissed my face, then disappeared.
I had to keep my trademark scowl on when I went into the common room, but inside I was grinning ear to ear.
AN- So, another chapter's come and gone. Hope you all liked it! Sepia is my reviewer of the day, and I officially LOVE her for writing such nice reviews. Anyone who writes more than one (or two, depending on my mood that day) will get mentioned in a later chapter, so let me know what you think of my story and I'll mention you. Love you all!
When temptation calls...
-The next month was spent in a blur of secret happiness. No one knew why Hermione was suddenly so bright and happy. She smiled at everyone and her eyes would unfocus every once and a while and a beautiful dreamy look would spread across her face. She was wearing brighter colors, too, and Lavender quickly spread the word when she heard Hermione singing love songs in the shower.
Every girl in Gryffindor figured it out quickly, but when they asked her she'd only smile and say, "You don't know him," and walk away. Parvati Patil cornered her in the girls bathroom and got her to admit that she DID have a boyfriend and that she HAD kissed him, maybe more. Parvati promptly took this information to Harry and Ron, who had, like typical boys, not noticed the dramatic change in Hermione.
Ron, who now had a girlfriend he'd met in Egypt while visiting Bill, was inclined to let her alone and be happy for her. Harry, however, was a little worried. Apart from Krum, who had been more of a pen pal than anything else, Hermione was not known for being a "girlfriend" type. He was afraid she might have gotten into something she couldn't handle.
He asked Hermione about her boyfriend one day in the common room. She tried to put him off, and when he wouldn't leave her alone she got upset.
"Why do you care?" she snapped at him, "I'm happy, and he understands me. We can talk, Harry! We can talk about anything and he always makes me feel like I'm important. I don't feel like I'm a brain or a nobody when I'm with him!"
"Hermione, can't you just tell me who he is? I just want to know his name! I'm worried you could be being lied to."
She turned on him, her eyes burning with anger. "Why? You don't trust me? You think I'm stupid or-or-or blind or something? I'm not a child, Harry! You can't control me!"
She stormed across the room towards the portal that led to the hall. Harry tried to follow her, but she turned on him and said, in a low, dangerous voice that shook with anger, "No, Harry! You won't follow me. You won't speak to me. I don't want you to even sit near me. If you don't trust or believe me, I won't trust or believe you. Goodbye." And she left.
-I was in my room, trying to keep warm and finish this bloody 24-inch essay for McGonagall when Hermione stumbled out of my fireplace. She was crying, and I grabbed her and tried to calm her down. It didn't take long for me to figure out she was angry, not sad, and she was furious with Potter. She told me he had questioned her about what was going on, and that he'd treated her like a child.
Seeing her so upset like that, it only made me hate potter even more. How dare he treat Hermione like that?!
It took her a long time to calm down, and by the time she was it was really late, so she stayed the night. I was worried about what she might do, that she might do something in her emotional state and regret it later. Say what you will about me, but I was raised to be a gentle man.
I didn't need to worry, though. Hermione fell asleep on the couch in my arms, and I quickly did too. I woke up late because it was a weekend and I didn't have any classes. Hermione was gone, but she left a note and a single, perfect white rose on my dresser.
I read the note, marveled at the grace of her handwriting. It thanked me for comforting her and being there for her. When I finished reading it I put it down. It dissolved into mist that formed into Hermione's face. It smiled at me and drifted over and kissed my face, then disappeared.
I had to keep my trademark scowl on when I went into the common room, but inside I was grinning ear to ear.
AN- So, another chapter's come and gone. Hope you all liked it! Sepia is my reviewer of the day, and I officially LOVE her for writing such nice reviews. Anyone who writes more than one (or two, depending on my mood that day) will get mentioned in a later chapter, so let me know what you think of my story and I'll mention you. Love you all!