A/N: Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! I really appreciate it!
I am really sorry, I realise that I am moving things way to fast with
Harrys reactions...I am thinking of making Harrys reactions to things
less...violent in later on chapters then I planned..I dont want to move
Harry to out of character.
Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter characters or Harry Potter things such as Quidditch, Potions etc.... only, I do however own the Kenouoves! :: tear :: everything else belongs to J.K Rowling (my hero!) the goddess of novels... I however, own the plot line..yes, that is me.. the goddess of...nothing.. :: pouts ::
Chapter five : Crude Outbursts
Hermione sat down by herself at the crowded table, yawning ever so slightly, she opened her Arithimacy text book to the newest chapter, and settled herself down for a bit of mid-afternoon reading. something she hasn't done in awhile...she's always had Harry to keep her busy with...other things...
'Hermione!' a voice called from her left.
She turned towards the voice and saw her friend, Padma ( Pavarti's twin sister) waving to her from the Ravenclaw table.
Padma stood up and made her way through the crowd of hungry students, whom were eager to be fed.
As she reached her, Hermione noticed her face was tear stained and her eyes red and puffy. Hermione immediently scooted over gesturing Padma to sit down (ignoring the rude glances from other fellow Gryffindors). Padma sat down and looked at Hermione, giving her a shaky sob in reply.
'What happened?' Hermione asked, forgetting completely about her book (which lay open drenched in pumpkin juice someone accidentally spilt..and forgot to tell her) She put a comforting arm around her and listened to her friend. 'D-dean and I...split up..' she sobbed, wiping her tears away with the sleeve of her robes, her face looked awful, her beautiful black hair was sweeped up into messy bunches, her make up was smeared and her eyeliner was smudged below her eyes.
Hermione stared.
oO. Does she -know- Parvati got asked out by Dean only moments ago? Oo. Hermione wondered, she looked down the table for any sighting of Parvati, no luck.. hoping Padma didn't already -kill- her she looked back over and gave her a sympathetic frown.
'I-I dont know w-why he broke up w-with me..' she said, taking in deep breaths,' I-is it because I'm in R-ravenclaw?' she sniffled, taking the nearest napkin she could find and blowing her nose.
Hermione started to say that wouldn't be it at all, that maybe he wasn't ready for a relationship when Padma looked up slowly from her tissue (her nose now redder then ever) and down the Gryffindor table.
It only took Hermione about a half second to realise what she was staring at.
She evidently hadn't searched the table good enough, because across and a few seats down, Parvati was seated on Deans lap snogging like mad.
Padma stood half way up from her seat, her eyes fixed angrily on the two.
'PAVARTI YOU SLUT!' she shouted so loudly almost the entire Great Hall fell silent.
A few people whispered as everyone turned around and stood up for a better look.
'HOW CAN I EVEN -CALL- YOU MY SISTER!?' she screamed standing up all the way, knocking her chair down to the floor, ' DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT SICK BASTARED DID TO ME?' Parvati and Dean sat open mouthed looking up at her with plain fright. 'MISS.PATIL,' a stern voice said from behind them.
Hermione cringed and turned around, recognising that voice only too much, to see Professor McGonagall standing with her hands on her hips and her eyes full of rage.
'Miss Patil, come with me please,' she said sternly, taking her by the collar of her robes.
Professor McGonagalls eyes wandered for a moment and landed on Dean and Pavarti, whom were both seated comfortably on each other. 'Thomas, Patil please get in your own seats,' she said shrilly then turned around, dragging Padma with her.
Hermione stared after them blankly for a moment feeling very sorry for her.
She then turned towards Pavarti and glared at her.
Pavarti, who was staring after her sister as well, turned her head towards Hermione,' What? ' she asked turning back to Dean, grinning.
Disgusted, Hermione turned back around and picked up her book. '-SHIT-' she shouted, holding up a now sticky, dripping book.
'Wow..thats a first..' a voice mumbled beside her. Hermione looked over and saw Harry siting beside her, munching on a sandwich. He must've sneaked a seat beside her when McGonagall came, with all the commotion going on.
Hermione raised her eyebrows and set down her book with a "THUNK".
'Whats a -first-' she asked looking at him with mild disgust.
Harry looked up from his sandwich and wiped his mouth,' I just ment, I've never heard you swear before...or at least I think I haven't' he said, grinning at her.
Hermione rolled her eyes ,' Why are you even talking to me?' she spat then stood up and walked angrily out of the Great Hall. She was half way to the common room when she heard footsteps pounding behind her,' HERM WAIT!'
She spun around as Harry ran up to her.
He bent over and rested his hands on his knees, catching his breath.
'I-I w-wanted to ...to..' he stood up straight and walked over to her with a look of determination on his face.
Before Hermione even realised what he was doing, she was smothered by a long, sickly French kiss.
She stood there for a moment or two in shock, then , realising why she didn't feel this was right she pushed back and slapped his face hard.
Harry stumbled back and looked at her with his glasses hanging off his ear, a huge red mark developing on his cheek.
Hermione instantly regretted what she did... she's never slapped anyone before..unless you counted Draco.
A wave of guilt flooded over her.
'Harry..look, I'm sorry..' she said stepping near to him,' I didn't know how to react..its just-' she trailed off and looked at him hopelessly. Harry blushed (from what she could tell) and put his glasses on the right way.
'Herm.. I think we need to talk,' he said walking up to the Fat Lady. 'Dragon Aimable' he said the password (which ment pleasant dragon in French) and walked in, holding out his hand, helping Hermione over like a gentleman.
The common room was deserted, which made Hermione feel strangely uncomfortable.
Harry sat down on a couch near the fire place (which was full of blue fire, working as an air conditioner) he gestured for her to sit down then started to talk.
'I'm really sorry about what's been happening, I haven't been thinking lately and I realise that I've been hurting you..hurting you is like...hurting myself..' he said, he looked dreadfully sorry,' It now just hit me what I said about Ron and..belive me..I'm never going to say that again, I haven't a clue where that came from...do me a favour and don't tell him..okay?' he looked into the fire, evidently waiting for Hermione to speak.
o0. He's apologising..he's apologising... 0o. she thought over and over again.
Half of her wanted to forgive him so badly, to return to how everything was, the other half was telling her that this wasn't right..he mustn't be trusted...
'Harry..' she sighed, looking over at him.
Harry looked up at her and stared, waiting for her to go on. 'Harry..I-' o0. Just start over...start over.. 0o. she thought.
'I...forgive you...' she finished in below a whisper, looking down.
She felt a moment later, his hand gently touch her chin, bringing her face up to his into a warm, gentle kiss.
"Creak"
The portrait hole door opened as they broke apart.
Ron stood in the entrance way looking tired, grumpy and the most recognisable, hungry.
'...Hermione..' he moaned dragging himself over to the nearest arm chair.
He plopped down over it, letting his long legs dangle over the side. '...did..you...bring...me...food..' he groaned lifting his head, looking towards Hermione with anticipation. Hermiones face froze into the 'uh-oh' look. Ron groaned in frustration,' you didn't!?'
Harry put his arm around her and rolled his eyes,' Chill Ron, it isn't the end of the world.' Ron looked up at Harry and mouthed at him soundlessly. 'Ron..i'm sorry!' Hermione said as Ron stood up. 'Yeah..It's all right Herm..I'm going to rest okay? see you..'
Hermione watched as Ron made his way slowly up the stairs.
'Herm?' Harry asked.
Hermione turned and faced him, seeing his half smile...the smile that always made her melt. 'Yeah?'
'I love you..'he said kissing her gently on the forehead.
Hermiones heart thumped happily as she snuggled against Harry...her memories of earlier that day completely dissolved.
A/N: I'm sorry this chapter is so ..uneventful..but, I have every chapter planned out..and the only plans I had for this one is that she forgives him..:: shudders :: sorry..the rest of the chapters are nice...long..and juicy! full of fluff! er..yeah. Oh and also I made this short because I'm so eager to write the next one because.. I have more ideas for that one..thank you for reading so far!
A/A/N: Harry is forgiven! what is this world coming to!? Can he be trusted? Nah..well..read on and you'll find out. Thanks for reading! (thank you for pointing out my mistake on Padma's name..and..this chapter is a bit..confusing...I'll post the next one straight away tomorrow..It will..make more sense..)
Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter characters or Harry Potter things such as Quidditch, Potions etc.... only, I do however own the Kenouoves! :: tear :: everything else belongs to J.K Rowling (my hero!) the goddess of novels... I however, own the plot line..yes, that is me.. the goddess of...nothing.. :: pouts ::
Chapter five : Crude Outbursts
Hermione sat down by herself at the crowded table, yawning ever so slightly, she opened her Arithimacy text book to the newest chapter, and settled herself down for a bit of mid-afternoon reading. something she hasn't done in awhile...she's always had Harry to keep her busy with...other things...
'Hermione!' a voice called from her left.
She turned towards the voice and saw her friend, Padma ( Pavarti's twin sister) waving to her from the Ravenclaw table.
Padma stood up and made her way through the crowd of hungry students, whom were eager to be fed.
As she reached her, Hermione noticed her face was tear stained and her eyes red and puffy. Hermione immediently scooted over gesturing Padma to sit down (ignoring the rude glances from other fellow Gryffindors). Padma sat down and looked at Hermione, giving her a shaky sob in reply.
'What happened?' Hermione asked, forgetting completely about her book (which lay open drenched in pumpkin juice someone accidentally spilt..and forgot to tell her) She put a comforting arm around her and listened to her friend. 'D-dean and I...split up..' she sobbed, wiping her tears away with the sleeve of her robes, her face looked awful, her beautiful black hair was sweeped up into messy bunches, her make up was smeared and her eyeliner was smudged below her eyes.
Hermione stared.
oO. Does she -know- Parvati got asked out by Dean only moments ago? Oo. Hermione wondered, she looked down the table for any sighting of Parvati, no luck.. hoping Padma didn't already -kill- her she looked back over and gave her a sympathetic frown.
'I-I dont know w-why he broke up w-with me..' she said, taking in deep breaths,' I-is it because I'm in R-ravenclaw?' she sniffled, taking the nearest napkin she could find and blowing her nose.
Hermione started to say that wouldn't be it at all, that maybe he wasn't ready for a relationship when Padma looked up slowly from her tissue (her nose now redder then ever) and down the Gryffindor table.
It only took Hermione about a half second to realise what she was staring at.
She evidently hadn't searched the table good enough, because across and a few seats down, Parvati was seated on Deans lap snogging like mad.
Padma stood half way up from her seat, her eyes fixed angrily on the two.
'PAVARTI YOU SLUT!' she shouted so loudly almost the entire Great Hall fell silent.
A few people whispered as everyone turned around and stood up for a better look.
'HOW CAN I EVEN -CALL- YOU MY SISTER!?' she screamed standing up all the way, knocking her chair down to the floor, ' DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT SICK BASTARED DID TO ME?' Parvati and Dean sat open mouthed looking up at her with plain fright. 'MISS.PATIL,' a stern voice said from behind them.
Hermione cringed and turned around, recognising that voice only too much, to see Professor McGonagall standing with her hands on her hips and her eyes full of rage.
'Miss Patil, come with me please,' she said sternly, taking her by the collar of her robes.
Professor McGonagalls eyes wandered for a moment and landed on Dean and Pavarti, whom were both seated comfortably on each other. 'Thomas, Patil please get in your own seats,' she said shrilly then turned around, dragging Padma with her.
Hermione stared after them blankly for a moment feeling very sorry for her.
She then turned towards Pavarti and glared at her.
Pavarti, who was staring after her sister as well, turned her head towards Hermione,' What? ' she asked turning back to Dean, grinning.
Disgusted, Hermione turned back around and picked up her book. '-SHIT-' she shouted, holding up a now sticky, dripping book.
'Wow..thats a first..' a voice mumbled beside her. Hermione looked over and saw Harry siting beside her, munching on a sandwich. He must've sneaked a seat beside her when McGonagall came, with all the commotion going on.
Hermione raised her eyebrows and set down her book with a "THUNK".
'Whats a -first-' she asked looking at him with mild disgust.
Harry looked up from his sandwich and wiped his mouth,' I just ment, I've never heard you swear before...or at least I think I haven't' he said, grinning at her.
Hermione rolled her eyes ,' Why are you even talking to me?' she spat then stood up and walked angrily out of the Great Hall. She was half way to the common room when she heard footsteps pounding behind her,' HERM WAIT!'
She spun around as Harry ran up to her.
He bent over and rested his hands on his knees, catching his breath.
'I-I w-wanted to ...to..' he stood up straight and walked over to her with a look of determination on his face.
Before Hermione even realised what he was doing, she was smothered by a long, sickly French kiss.
She stood there for a moment or two in shock, then , realising why she didn't feel this was right she pushed back and slapped his face hard.
Harry stumbled back and looked at her with his glasses hanging off his ear, a huge red mark developing on his cheek.
Hermione instantly regretted what she did... she's never slapped anyone before..unless you counted Draco.
A wave of guilt flooded over her.
'Harry..look, I'm sorry..' she said stepping near to him,' I didn't know how to react..its just-' she trailed off and looked at him hopelessly. Harry blushed (from what she could tell) and put his glasses on the right way.
'Herm.. I think we need to talk,' he said walking up to the Fat Lady. 'Dragon Aimable' he said the password (which ment pleasant dragon in French) and walked in, holding out his hand, helping Hermione over like a gentleman.
The common room was deserted, which made Hermione feel strangely uncomfortable.
Harry sat down on a couch near the fire place (which was full of blue fire, working as an air conditioner) he gestured for her to sit down then started to talk.
'I'm really sorry about what's been happening, I haven't been thinking lately and I realise that I've been hurting you..hurting you is like...hurting myself..' he said, he looked dreadfully sorry,' It now just hit me what I said about Ron and..belive me..I'm never going to say that again, I haven't a clue where that came from...do me a favour and don't tell him..okay?' he looked into the fire, evidently waiting for Hermione to speak.
o0. He's apologising..he's apologising... 0o. she thought over and over again.
Half of her wanted to forgive him so badly, to return to how everything was, the other half was telling her that this wasn't right..he mustn't be trusted...
'Harry..' she sighed, looking over at him.
Harry looked up at her and stared, waiting for her to go on. 'Harry..I-' o0. Just start over...start over.. 0o. she thought.
'I...forgive you...' she finished in below a whisper, looking down.
She felt a moment later, his hand gently touch her chin, bringing her face up to his into a warm, gentle kiss.
"Creak"
The portrait hole door opened as they broke apart.
Ron stood in the entrance way looking tired, grumpy and the most recognisable, hungry.
'...Hermione..' he moaned dragging himself over to the nearest arm chair.
He plopped down over it, letting his long legs dangle over the side. '...did..you...bring...me...food..' he groaned lifting his head, looking towards Hermione with anticipation. Hermiones face froze into the 'uh-oh' look. Ron groaned in frustration,' you didn't!?'
Harry put his arm around her and rolled his eyes,' Chill Ron, it isn't the end of the world.' Ron looked up at Harry and mouthed at him soundlessly. 'Ron..i'm sorry!' Hermione said as Ron stood up. 'Yeah..It's all right Herm..I'm going to rest okay? see you..'
Hermione watched as Ron made his way slowly up the stairs.
'Herm?' Harry asked.
Hermione turned and faced him, seeing his half smile...the smile that always made her melt. 'Yeah?'
'I love you..'he said kissing her gently on the forehead.
Hermiones heart thumped happily as she snuggled against Harry...her memories of earlier that day completely dissolved.
A/N: I'm sorry this chapter is so ..uneventful..but, I have every chapter planned out..and the only plans I had for this one is that she forgives him..:: shudders :: sorry..the rest of the chapters are nice...long..and juicy! full of fluff! er..yeah. Oh and also I made this short because I'm so eager to write the next one because.. I have more ideas for that one..thank you for reading so far!
A/A/N: Harry is forgiven! what is this world coming to!? Can he be trusted? Nah..well..read on and you'll find out. Thanks for reading! (thank you for pointing out my mistake on Padma's name..and..this chapter is a bit..confusing...I'll post the next one straight away tomorrow..It will..make more sense..)