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AN: Hey my friends. So how is everything going? Good I hope. Don't worry I won't bore you with a long Author's note. But I am sorry it took me so long to update. I will hopefully update more now, but you all know how that goes : ) and sorry for the gramar, spelling, and punctuation errors. Laziness is in my nature..I can't help it...heh heh
Oh and I never really planned on having this chapter, thats why in the second chatper I said it was the next day, and actually in this chapter it is the next day...Sorry for the inconvenience.
To my wonderful reveiwers:
The ORIGINAL Meathead: Well actually yes it was...you are going to figure that out in this chapter, well atleast I am pretty sure. We will see about Harry and Hermione...but I have a good feeling...but ya gotta keep reading.
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Chapter 5: Snowflakes, snowlakes and more snowflakes!
Keira woke up and glanced around the room. It was 2 days before the dance so there weren't any classes. She didn't know what to do. She bite her bottom lip and got out of bed. She put on her favorite hat and her gloves that had 'Gymnast' embroidered on it. No one knew she was in Gymnastics and that was fine with her, because it seemed as if they were going to find out, that is if they saw her gloves. Then she slipped on her jeans which were faded on the thighs. She loved that. She grabbed her blue striped sweater with the baggy sleeves, and her ice skates then she headed down to the Common Room. She tied the belt for her jacket around her waist and smiled at the few people in the Common Room.
Keira walked out onto the grounds and stopped. She looked up at the sky and smiled as the snowflakes gently hit her face. She sighed and walked over to the lake. She put on foot on it to see if it was stable enough to hold her weight. It was completely frozen. She sat down on a rock that looked partially dry, and slipped her skates on. She laced them up, and looked up at the lake. She hadn't skated for a year. She was going to find out if any of that skill had stuck with her.
She stepped out onto the ice and sighed. She forgot how nice it felt to skate. She started to skate with her arms hanging at her sides. She turned around 6 times and put her hands up to give that illusion that you were going faster than you actually were. She stopped and closed her eyes, taking in the moment. She then continued to skate around just relaxing.
Meanwhile in the Gryffindor Common Room...
Hermione stood staring out the window, watching Keira stake across the ice. She shook her head and smiled to herself. Even though it seemed as if she would never have a chance with Harry because of her she still liked her. Hermione's head snapped to the left when she heard a floorboard creak, it was...Harry...
Harry smiled when he saw his best girl mate, "Hey 'Mione." He sat down in a big armchair and sighed deep. He was bloody tired. All the boys kept him up late last night asking him questions about Keira.
Hermione turned and smirked, "Hi Harry." She turned back around and rested her elbows on the windowsil. She closed her eyes. Why did he have to smile at her like that. It always made her all warm and fuzzy inside, but now it just pained her because he liked Keira.
Harry wondered what she was so interested in, "What are you looking at?" She stood up and walked up behind her. Someone was skating across the ice. He wondered why she was so fascinated by this.
Hermione smiled at the fact that he was so close to her, "Oh..." She didn't know if she could tell him...no, she didn't know if she wanted to...but she did, "Keira is just ice skating. She is pretty good actually." She pushed some hair behind her ear.
Harry grinned.
Hermione closed her eyes and held back a tear, 'Gosh there is that smile again...'
Harry looked concerned for his friend, "Are you alright 'Mione?" He placed his hand on her shoulder.
Hermione opened her eyes and looked into his stunning green ones, "Yes. Just fine." She smiled the best she could. Obviously Harry didn't buy it.
"Are you sure?"
Hermione nodded, "well actually..." What was she doing? Was she actually going to tell him? She scolded herself, 'No don't!'
Ron came down the stairs, "Hey guys. Wanna go to breakfast?" he smiled but that soon faded when he saw the look on Hermione's face. She looked down to the ground and headed off through the portrait hole, "See you guys later." She stopped, '"Oh and I am fine Harry." She walked down the corridors and headed off to the Great Hall.
Harry shrugged and as if reading the look on Ron's face, "She won't tell me whats wrong."
Ron looked around the room then his eys landed on Harry, "Harry..." He was about to tell him but resisted, "Lets go eat."
Harry nodded.
In the Great Hall...
Hermione walked into the Great Hall, keeping her cool. She wasn't in the mood to have people knowing how she felt about Harry and have people pitying her. That was the last thing that she needed. She sat down in her regular spot and grabbed a piece of toast, taking big bites.
Ron and Harry entered the Great Hall. Ron muttering something about 'thick heads' under his breath. Harry just shook his head and sat down across from Hermione.
Hermione glanced up at the two young lads, and looked back down at her plate.
Ron let out a little laugh and smirked at his friend, "Blimey Hermione. I have never seen you eat like..." someone had interrupted him before he could finish his statement.
"...like you, Weaselbee." Draco sneered.
Ron glared, "Shove off Malfoy."
"Oooooohh. That really hurt." Draco put his hand to his forehead as if he was about to faint.
Hermione rolled her eyes. Ron responded through gritted teeth, "Just leave Malfoy! I don't want to hurt you." wait yes I do...
Malfoy snickered and turned around, "Like you ever could." He made his way back to the Slytherin table with Crabbe and Goyle following. It was almost as if they loved that twit...Ron shivered. Sick.
Harry finally found his voice and reached over and touched Hermione's hand, "Are you sure you are okay?"
Hermione swallowed and looked up into those green eyes that made her insides melt. He was touching her hand! She wanted to scream. But she closed her eyes and slowly opened them, "I don't know anymore, Harry." Then she slipped her hand out of his soft touch. And headed off to her secret place...the place she didn't even tell them about.
Harry stared at the spot that Hermione was recently sitting in, "What?...Did I?...Is she..." Harry scratched his head. He couldn't finish his sentences he was so confused. He grabbed an apple and took a bite out of it.
Ron bit his bottom lip and just stared ahead of him. Not wanting to say anything about it. He thought that Harry should figure it out by himself.
Harry turned to face Ron, "You know whats wrong with her don't you?" Ron just shrugged. Harry moaned and laid his head on the table. He needed to get away...think about what could be wrong with her. He needed to talk to someone...Keira. No. He would give it a few hours. Then see what happened.
On the grounds...
Hermione decided not to go to her secret spot right now. She wanted some air. She headed out of the grand oak doors and stepped out onto pact snow. Someone had already come out here. Then Hermione remembered. Keira. She stuck her hands in her coat pockets and headed towards the lake. Maybe talking to Keira would make her feel better, it usually did, despite the fact that she was going to the dance with the guy she loved. But no matter how upset she was about the whole Harry issue, she still couldn't be mad at Keira.
Hermione paused at the edge of the ice, and reached into her pocket and pulled out her wand, "Accio ice skates." A few moments later her skates landed right in front of her. She slipped them on and stepped onto the ice.
She skated over to Keira. "Hey," She mumbled.
Keira stopped spinning and turned around to see a rosy-cheeked Hermione. She smiled a little, "Hey, Hermione."
Hermione sighed, "Whats up?"
Keira sighed, "Oh nothing really. I just haven't skated for a while so I decided to give it a go again." She smiled, " I just love the feeling I get when I skate across the ice, with the breeze in my face."
Hermione nodded, "Yeah. Me too." She twirled around and held out her hands, just to prove her point.
Keria laughed a bit, "So what is up with you? You are looking a little down."
"Oh..." She looked around. "Nothing, just thinking." Yeah right. Like she would actually tell Keira that she was in love with the guy she was going to the dance with.
Keira nodded, "Is it about Harry?" She raised her eyebrow at her friend.
Hermione gaped at Keira, "NO!...why would...you...uh, say that?"
"I don't know. Just a wild guess." She shrugged.
Hermione nodded, "I see. So..." She couldn't find something to talk about, well one thing came to mind, and that was...Harry. She shrugged that thought off.
He didn't feel that way about her, but oh...how she wished that he did.
"So, who are you going to the dance with?"
"No one...and that is okay with me...I suppose."
Keira chewed on the inside of her cheek, contemplating on who Hermione could go with. "What about Ron?"
If Hermione had been taking a drink she would have spit it out all over Keira, not on purpose, but out of shock. "Ron? as in Ronald Weasley?" Her eyebrows shot up.
Keira laughed, "Yes, Ron."
"Oh...well, I don't really...like him like that. And just going with him would be completely akward." She had to admit it, the thought of going to the dance with Ron had never crossed her mind.
"Ah...alrighty. Well I hope you find someone to go to the dance with." She smiled reassuringly.
Hermione nodded, "As do I."
The Gryffindor Common Room...
Ron looked up at Harry, and wondered how someone like him -the someone with all the ladies- could be so clueless about the ones that really liked him...for him, and not for his fame.
Harry saw Ron staring at him, he laughed, "What?"
Ron leaned back and ran a hand through his hair, "Nada." He tried to sound as if he had a spanish accent, but he didn't sound like he had one at all.
Harry shook his head, "Ron, stick with plain english okay? You have a horrible spanish accent."
Ron held up his forefinger, "Hey! don't crush a man's dreams. I can be a spanish man if I want to!"
Harry burst into laughter. He couldn't help himself, the look on Ron's face, "There is not even one single person in your family that is the slightest bit spanish. So therefore you couldn't be, it's not in your blood."
Ron made a face, "What?"
Harry suddenly stopped laughing and looked completely serious again. "...Nada," He mocked Ron.
Ron stood up, "That is the final straw!" He ran and tackled Harry to the ground. He pinned him and held him there. "Who is the clever one now?"
Harry rolled his eyes, "Sorry, oh wise and wonderful master."
Ron grinned and stood up and bowed, "That's more like it." He extened his hand to Harry.
He took it and stood up, "Thanks."
Ron nodded and went back and sat down. He then began to think about Hermione. Poor Hermione...he couldn't even imagine what she was going through, and honestly, he didn't want to. If Ron was lucky, Harry would realize that Hermione was mad about him, without anyone telling him.
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