Something has Happened
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Summary: Based on her mother's last wish, Ron Weasley's spunky little girl tries to find the one woman who would love her father forever.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, not even the plot…. The plot is based on the Hindi film: Kuch Kuch Hota Hai… the title is just the same as well, just translated I thought it would be an extremely good thing to write… I hope you like my ripped off version of an Indian classic.
A/N: Just a quick note, the first like few paragraphs are going to be in regular time, the rest is going to be a flash back…
A/N2: This is going to be a LONG chapter.
Chapter Three: Revelations
RING! KOO KOO, KOO KOO! BUZZ! WAKE UP WAKE UP!
The clock had stuck twelve… actually twenty-four clocks had struck twelve, in Hermione Weasley's room. Hermione sat up with a jolt, smiled to herself and ran downstairs.
The living room coffee table had a mound of presents stacked upon it. Hermione would have gladly ripped through them one by one, but she was looking for one present… her mum's letter. At the very bottom of the pile was a large white envelope with the number eight on it. She immediately seized it and nearly tore it open.
Dear Hermione,
Wow! You're eight years old… that's a very important age. You must look exactly like your father,
"No, I look like you," Hermione said in an indignant whisper; she read on.
I hope you're not giving him too much grief… oh what am I saying, I hope he's not giving you too much grief. Today I'm going to tell you something very special, something that is very important… today, I'm going to tell you a story about your father, myself, and Hermione...
…
Ten years ago
Seventeen-year-old Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter sat at the Gryffindor table discussing the events that had occurred earlier that week. Apparently, the newest Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher had stormed out of the classroom shrieking about devil minions when a student asked how perform the spell for the twentieth time. Her sudden leave was a shock to many, but because of it Defense Against the Dark Arts had been cancelled until a replacement was found.
To many this seemed irrelevant considering school was going to be over in six months. They knew that a replacement would not be able to keep the job because of the bad record it had held. Hermione, on the other hand, had much to say on the topic.
"…If they don't get a replacement, how in the world are we going to know how to prepare for the N.E.W.T.'s? I mean, that book isn't enough we need guidance!"
"Hermione… shut up." Ron said looking up from his potatoes. "You have given us the same speech practically the whole week… we get it."
"Well, Ronald if you want to fail the N.E.W.T.'s that's your problem, not mine." She said with an icy tone. Ron rolled his eyes, Damage control he thought to himself. He took her hand; she looked over at him, still upset.
"Listen 'Mione, come on, you won't fail, I won't fail, Harry will not fail… no one will fail, you know why? Because we're gonna get a new teacher, and then everything will be fine." He said. She quickly took her hand away from his grasp and went back to her dinner.
"I hope you're right." She said while looking at her plate.
TING TING TING!
Dumbledore had stood up to say something. He smiled at his students when he had everyone's attention.
"Thank you. I have a very important announcement for you all. Our recent search for is finally over, please greet your new Defense Against the Dark Art's teacher, Professor Newman!" He said clapping. A short, fat, balding man walked to everyone's view. Many clapped respectfully; others just went back to their food, making a mental note of the name. Professor Newman sat to down to eat.
"He looks too fat and old to teach anything." Ron whispered to Harry.
"Ron!" Hermione said as she kicked his leg under the table.
"Ow!" he said back massaging his leg. "What was that for?"
"Be respectful!" she whispered urgently. Ron rolled his eyes and went back to his food.
Dinner had ended and everyone began to shuffle off to the common rooms. Ron yawned loudly and Hermione looked over at him.
"Did you finish your charms essay, oh tired one?" she asked dramatically.
"Yes I did… oh meddlesome one. 'Mione… you busy tonight?"
"Not extremely… why?"
"You wanna play chess?" he said as they made their way up to the common room.
"No,"
"Why? Because your afraid you'll loose?" he asked nonchalantly
"No… Droxy…" she said as they came to the fat lady. The door swung open to reveal the common room. They sat down in some seats next to the fire.
"Then why?" Ron persisted.
"Because… that game has gotten so… boring…"
"Boring… or are you scared that you'll loose?"
"First off… I don't loose to you and, second… I just don't want to play is all."
"Yeah sure…" he replied. Hermione stuck out her tongue and went to upstairs. A moment later they heard the slamming of a door. "I told you she was scared." Ron muttered to Harry.
"Well, we better get to sleep, classes tomorrow." Harry said stretching
"We have defense against the dark arts tomorrow don't we?" Ron asked.
"Yep,"
"Do you think this Newman character knows anything?" the red head asked as they proceeded upstairs.
"Don't know… maybe…I mean Dumbledore hired him for a reason right?"
"Yeah, but he also hired Lockheart." The two of them chuckled at the joke as they went to sleep.
…
The next morning turned out to be somewhat ordinary, they ate breakfast and went to their classes; the boys headed for advanced Herbology while Hermione went to integrated arithmancy. After lunch they headed for Defense Against the Dark Arts. The class went rather well, obviously Newman knew what he was talking about, but his mundane voice put the students in a drowsy stupor.
The bell rang, and they were on their way to their next class when Newman stopped Hermione in the classroom.
"Boys, please wait outside, this will only take a minute." He said. Harry and Ron shrugged and went outside.
"What did you need to speak to me about Professor?"
"Well, my daughter, Katrina, is coming to learn here from Autons in Scotland, so I was wondering if you could give her a look around. You know to get her settled in the school."
"Well, I would be much obliged Sir, but why me? I mean couldn't you have asked someone else?"
"Yes, I could have, but you were a very good student, so I decided that you would be a good candidate, of course if you don't wish to—"
"No! I'll do it, so when does she come?"
"Tomorrow I believe, I'll check my calendar. Now, run along or you're going to be late for your next class." He said. Hermione grinned as she went out to meet Harry and Ron.
"… and so I would just go down on one knee and say 'I love you!'" Ron said to Harry as he got down on one knee and bowed to the air in front of him.
"That's sweet Ron, but I don't feel that way about you," Hermione said sarcastically. Ron rolled his eyes.
"You know you can't resist my manly charms." He said boastfully.
"I can and I will. What were you talking about Harry?" she asked.
"Oh, Ron was saying how he would greet the 'woman of his dreams'."
"Do you honestly think he will find a woman? I mean, he's really picky you know." Hermione said.
"I'm standing right here," he said distastefully. "Besides, if I don't find anyone, I'll just marry you right." He said as he put his arm around her shoulders.
"Sure when pigs fly."
"Right, just you watch Hermione Granger, I'll sweep you off your feet someday and then we'll see who has the last—" he suddenly ran into a young girl with brown hair and blue eyes, her face had a warm glow to it, as if it were being illuminated by invisible stage light. She was holding a map, and looked slightly ruffled. Hermione was going to say something to the girl when Ron interrupted.
"I love you," he said stupidly as he gawped at the girl.
"Excuse me? Whatever, I was wondering if any of you could direct me Professor Newman's office. I'm new here, and… why are you staring at?" she asked Ron who seemed to have gone into some sort of trance.
"You're Katrina right?"
"Yes, and you are?"
"Hermione Granger. I'm pleased to meet you; your father wanted me to show you around the school. Oh! And this is Harry and the idiot drooling is Ron."
"Harry Potter? Wow, I'm really pleased to meet you," she said as she stuck out her hand. Harry shook it and smiled.
"Likewise."
"Ron!" Hermione whispered urgently. "Say hello to Katrina."
"Hello to Katrina."
"Well… I'll see you all later then bye! It was nice meeting you!" she said as she left.
"Bye, see you around!" Hermione said politely. "She seems nice." She commented when she was out of earshot.
"Yeah, she was nice." Said Ron coming out of his daze.
"So, find the woman of your dreams Ron?" Hermione asked. He paused, and then realized what he had done; his ears turned pink.
"No… she's not my type."
"Really, so you don't want someone who makes you drool." Hermione said thoughtfully.
"I still have you right?" he said smirking.
"Fat chance."
…
Three weeks had passed; Katrina had become a friend. Hermione did her best to help her fit in, but Katrina was already a topic of great controversy. She was beautiful, but she was different. She was quite and reserved, and almost always liked to be alone. Boys vied for her attention, while girls envied her. She did not like the attention, but handled it graciously. It was Hermione who had helped her through most of it, she had not only been an excellent escort, but also a good friend, and Ron did not seem to mind her either.
"…and that is why I have made these bracelets." Hermione explained to Katrina as the four of them walked to potions.
"Okay… wait… you're going to give these bracelets to every house elf… so they'll be your friend, and then you'll convince them to free themselves?" Ron asked.
"Exactly."
"For being the brightest witch in our class, that plan is pretty stupid." Harry said. Hermione stuck out her tongue in reply.
"Well, I think it's an interesting idea." Katrina said. "So, how are you going to give the elves the friendship bracelets?" Hermione smiled and launched into an explanation as to her new scheme to free the house elves. In her haste she dropped a friendship band. Ron picked it up, and was about to give it to her, but the two had already walked into Arithmancy.
"You gonna give it to her later?" Harry asked.
"No, she has enough… I'll just keep one." He said with a small smile.
…
Later that evening, the four of them had sat down in front of the fire and chatted amongst themselves when Neville walked in with a large grin on his face, he looked as if he were walking on air. He sat down and smiled, his eyes glazed over as he looked off into the distance.
"Anything interesting happen Nev?" Ron asked curiously.
"Yeah, I think… I think I'm in love." He said in a dazed sort of voice. Harry and Ron began to laugh. Neville blushed.
"Well, that's so rude." Hermione said sternly.
"I agree," Katrina added.
"No, I mean it's just that not a lot of people know the real meaning of love, I mean… yeah." Ron said complacently.
"Oh and I suppose you have all the answers. Tell us oh great one, what is the meaning of love?" Hermione asked sarcastically. Ron sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Love is friendship." Hermione stopped at his sentence and looked over at him. "The basis of love and everything that love depends on is friendship, if there is not friendship, there's no love. Happy now Miss Know-At-All?"
"I… that was very… beautiful Ron," Hermione stammered out.
"Thank you."
"It's getting late, we should all go to sleep." Harry said looking down at his watch. Everyone nodded, and they all proceeded to go upstairs.
"Kat!" Ron called out, as Katrina was about to climb the stairs.
"Hmm?" she stopped and looked at him. He took out Hermione's elf friendship bracelet and dangled it in front of her.
"I was wondering if you'd like to be my friend." He said quietly. She smiled and took the bracelet.
"Mr. Weasley, we have just met… and we have a long way to go before we start thinking about friendship." She said before she climbing the steps.
…
Hermione woke up the next morning and once again thought about what Ron had said the night before. She was his friend, but he certainly did not mean it that way. She looked at herself in the mirror and scrunched her nose. Her hair was much too large, and her face was too plain. She went straight to her drawer and looked frantically for some sleek easy gel and perhaps some nice cosmetics, but unfortunately could not find any. She sighed. She would have to improvise.
…
"Hi everyone!" Hermione said as she entered the common room. Her hair was sleeked back with what looked like something sticky. Her make up was far from perfect; orange was not her lip color. She smiled sheepishly as she nearly tripped on her bright blue high heels. Harry, Ron, and Katrina stared wide-eyed. They were lucky that the few people in the common room didn't seem to notice her 'interesting' choice of wardrobe.
"Hermione… you feelin' alright?" Harry asked cautiously, while trying very hard not to laugh. Katrina had her hand over her mouth to stop herself from giggling.
"Never better why?" she asked as casually as possible. Harry cleared his throat and said that he had to meet somebody somewhere as he hastily left. Ron spluttered and began to laugh; Katrina did the same. Hermione smiled weakly and looked around anxiously. It took all of her self-control not to cry. "I have to go now," She said quietly to Ron and Katrina who wouldn't stop laughing. Katrina saw her leave and felt a lump form in her stomach. Ron's head was leaning on Katrina's shoulder as he tried to keep his balance while laughing. Katrina rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"Shut up Ron, just shut up." She growled before running out of the portrait hole. Ron stood alone for a while before he realized what he had done. He quickly took off after Katrina.
Hermione had managed to make it outside without being seen by too many wandering eyes. She sat on a stone bench and wiped off her already smudged make up with the back of her hand. She sniffed and looked up to find a small handkerchief dangling in front of her. Hermione took it and smiled up at Katrina. Kat took the seat next to Hermione.
"You must think I'm insane." She said as she wiped her gaudy blue mascara off. Katrina shook her head. Hermione continued. "I just wanted to look pretty… like you." Hermione looked away. Katrina gaped slightly.
"Hermione, you are pretty. You don't need… make up or high heeled shoes to be pretty, because you're beautiful naturally. I'd never be able to pull that off, you know I wouldn't," she said with a small chuckle.
"Guess I made an absolute fool out of myself… gosh… I'm so embarrassed… all those people laughing..." Hermione paled and put her head down.
"Were idiots." She looked up and found Ron standing in front of her smiling sheepishly. "Just like me. I was foolish to laugh at you're attempt to look good, but Kat's right, you don't need make up to look beautiful, cause you already are, besides… who or what are you trying to impress? I'm sure he'll like you just the same… but he'll have to been committed first." Hermione laughed and stood up. Ron gave her a hug.
"Where in the bloody hell did you get the orange lipstick?" he asked cautiously. She chuckled.
"I raided the bath closet. Guess the rest of the girls don't look that great in it either." She sniffed; Ron smiled and hugged her closer. Katrina smiled and got up to leave; Ron reached out and grabbed her wrist. He didn't want to let either of them go.
…
Two weeks had passed since the 'make up fiasco'. Ron, Harry and Katrina spent most of their free time saving Hermione from the misery of rumors and taunts, Ron especially. Hermione did not seem to mind the laughter and whispers, but rather let it roll off her back.
"I'm so proud of you 'Mione, I mean, if it were me I would never have been able to stand these people." Katrina said helping herself to a piece of toast at the breakfast table. Hermione shrugged.
"I'm not too surprised. It was a good laugh anyways." She said with a smirk. Katrina chuckled slightly and let Hermione go back to her book.
"Why do you read at the table?" Ron asked agitatedly as he looked over at her.
"Why don't you read at all?" she asked smugly. Ron rolled his eyes.
"Oh never mind. I mean… look at Kat," he said grabbing Katrina's right hand. He looked over at her wrist and then looked into her eyes. Katrina raised an eyebrow; Ron tilted his head and shrugged slightly. Ron cleared his throat. "I mean… she doesn't read at the table."
"I thought you said, never mind." Hermione said poking her head up from her book. "Harry, you've been awfully quiet, do you mind me reading at the table?"
"You've done it enough… to the point where I don't really mind." He said after swallowing his glass of pumpkin juice. "Hey, we better get going, I mean classes are going to start soon." He said getting up. Hermione, Ron and Katrina followed in suite. Hermione followed Harry out the door. Ron stopped Katrina before she could follow behind them.
"So, I notice that you haven't taken me up on my offer?"
"You're offer?" she asked slyly.
"Well… yeah… I mean, you're right hand… I just thought-"
"I have two wrists you know?" she said quietly. She held up her left revealing the friendship band that he had given her over a fortnight ago. Ron snorted.
"So, we're friends?"
"We've been friends Mr. Weasley, but it may be in your best interest to reconsider our 'friendship'." She said quietly before brushing past him slyly. Ron turned red and shuffled after her.
…
"So, what, you don't know?"
"I don't know if I know, I just… think"
"Hermione, you've been thinking… so answer me, do you have feelings for Ron or not?" Harry asked abruptly as the two of them walked together to class. They had left the other two behind to talk privately. Hermione wrung her hands nervously and hesitated before she answered.
"… Yes… yes I do." She said quietly and took a deep breath. It felt as if a large weight had been taken off her shoulders. Harry grinned.
"I knew this would happen. You should tell him."
"No, that would ruin our friendship and I wouldn't want to ruin that."
"I'm pretty sure he likes you too." Harry said assuredly.
"Did he tell you that?"
"No, but…"
"Then I'm not going to tell him."
"It's better to tell someone you like them than keep it all in."
"I'm still not telling him,"
"But-"
"Harry, I can't just tell him… I have to know, I don't want my heart to get broken… Here's my class, thanks… for everything." She said giving him a hug and walking into her class. All Harry could do was stand there and try to understand what she had meant.
…
So, do I like him? Hermione asked herself while doing her homework in the common room.
Of course you do. Replied a voice in her head.
But is that it? I just have a crush, nothing more?
Well, it's… not just… a crush,
Don't lie to me,
…
Well?
You're in love with him.
I was afraid you were going to say that.
Hermione sighed. She knew how she felt for a long while, but that night had been the first time she had actually admitted it to herself. She twisted her quill in her lap out of anxiety. She didn't know hot to react to this. She wanted to be happy, but somehow she felt as if she was making a mistake.
"Hey," said a voice above her. Hermione jerked her head up to find Ron staring down at her. Hermione blushed slightly.
"Hey Ron,"
"I can talk to you about anything right?"
"Yeah, sure anything."
"…It's about a girl." He said exasperatedly. Hermione felt butterflies form in the pit of her stomach.
"Shoot." She said as calmly as she could.
"I'm in love…"
"You are?" she asked happily.
"Yeah… I haven't told anyone this, but I love Katrina." He said excitedly. Hermione's face fell, the walls around her felt as if they were closing in.
"That's great." She croaked out.
"I don't know if I should tell her or not, I mean… we've known each other for… five weeks, it'd be-"
"Someone once told me that it's better to tell someone how you feel, rather than keeping it all inside." She said quietly, holding back her tears.
"Okay… so I'll tell her… can I practice with you?" He asked cautiously.
"Sure," she said with a fake smile.
"Alright… Katrina I… no…"
"Just say what it from your heart. It never has to be fancy." She said quietly. Tears were beginning to form, but she kept them from falling. Ron nodded.
"I love you." He said quietly, yet confidently. Hermione looked up into his eyes.
"I love you too." She whispered.
"She'll say that right?" he asked cautiously.
"I know I would." She said. The tears that threatened to fall finally did. "I'm happy for you."
"Thanks," he said giving her a hug. "You're my best friend, you know that right?"
"I know, and I always will be." She said quietly
"I'll go tell her now then, alright?" Hermione nodded and watched him go. She shook from head to toe and let her tears stream down her face.
…
"I can't believe she's leaving…"
"Yeah, I wonder what happened."
"I heard You-know-who got to her family."
"Nah, I think her dad's sick or something."
Ron passed by little clusters of people down the hall on his way to the Great Hall. He squeezed Katrina's hand. She looked up at him. He jerked his head towards the crowd and she shrugged.
"Have you seen Hermione today?" He asked quietly. Katrina shook her head. "Hey, look there's Harry! Harry!" he shouted as he ran up to him.
"Ron," He said as he looked defiantly into his eyes.
"What's up with you mate?"
"Nothing okay…" Harry said slightly annoyed. A train whistle rang from Hogsmede station.
"That's so weird, I've never heard the train during school before." He said quietly. "Hey, where's Hermione?" Ron asked Harry. Harry looked the other way. "What aren't you telling me?" he asked abruptly. "Where is Hermione?" he asked cautiously.
"She's gone Ron… she's at Hogsmeade station, she's not coming back."
"What? You wait until the last minute to tell me?" he asked viciously.
"Did you even want to know?" Harry asked scathingly.
"I don't know what your problem is mate, but I have better things to do than quarrel with you." He said brushing past Harry and heading out the door.
…
Hermione Granger sat looking out the window. She never liked leaving things behind, but this was the only way she could be happy, at least as happy as she could be. She smiled slightly as she thought of Ron saying her name. The train whistle sounded again and she looked up. Ron had come up to the train shouting her name. He seemed to have seen her and decided to walk into the compartment. Hermione wiped her face and choked back her tears.
"Hey, 'Mione… leaving? That's not possible, let's get your things off now, and you can see your family after term is over." Ron said confidently as he walked into her compartment.
"I'm not staying for end of term Ron."
"Yes you are." He said taking down her bag. Hermione touched his arm.
"I'm not staying Ron."
"What are you saying?" he asked shocked.
"I'm leaving and never coming back." She said sternly. Ron looked confused and hurt. He dropped her bags to the ground.
"You know what, fine, leave… have a good life, I don't need you!" He said before he stormed off of the train.
"Ron I'm leaving."
"I don't care." He said loudly.
"Ron!" She shouted as he walked outside. Katrina stood behind him; she looked equally confused. The train whistle sounded for the last time before the train jerked to life.
"Shit," Ron said under his breath as he ran to catch up with the train.
"Ron, I'm sorry, there's just… I can't stay."
"I don't you want you to go!" he croaked out.
"Don't forget me."
"I could never do that."
"Bye." She said quietly as tears streamed down her face.
"Hermione… wait…" he whispered; tears began to well in his eyes. It was too late; she had already gone.
…
Back to present
...and so, she left. Hermione never wrote, nor visited, but I realized something that day, Hermione loved your father more than anyone on this earth. True, I loved and will always love your father, but Hermione's love surpasses that of my own. I also realized that I had come between that love, because if I had not been there, they would have naturally fallen for each other. Darling, what I have to ask you now is very important; I want you to find Hermione. Reunite two hearts, and make your father truly happy once more. There is a possibility they may never be together, but at least ease your father's anger, he needs to realize that it was Hermione's heart that took her away, not anything else. So I ask you now, can you fulfill your mother's last wish?
Tears steamed down Hermione's eyes as she looked at her mother's last words. Her face was determined.
I will mum, I will.
A/N: Holy crap, this was a long chappie… hahaha… I actually updated something, never thought that'd happen. I'm not promising anything, but I wanna try to get some more updates in before I start a new story, I have a few new ones in my head including Danny Phantom, Yu Yu Hakusho, and even MORE Harry Potter. (Though, I may not write all… or any… or just one… feh, I suck)