Title: You Run, I Walk
Rating: Evolves into R…NC-17
Pairing: Cho Chang/Hermione Granger
Summary: A sporadic snitch causes love to strike in the most unlikely way. Will Hermione finally tell the male gender NAY! Or will she continue to live a lie and let the one thing true in her life slip away…
Disclaimer: TO MY DISMAY, I do not own any of the characters or other…things mentioned in this lovely femmeslash fanfiction. J.K. Rowling pwns all of it. Believe me. If I could own a Cho of my own. I would. Kthxbai.
Chapter 3Pomfrey let me go after I convinced her the pain in my head was gone, though there was still that throbbing sensation. She could tell, but she made the sly remark of saying, "just in case it comes back, I'm here all day. Either way it should go away soon." Good. All my homework, an annoying overzealous boyfriend, and my prefect duties were piling up, making me one stressed witch. I had one thing to look forward to. It made me smile, dimples visible, and my cheeks turn a slight pink and my head hurt more than before.
I reached into my messenger bag and turned the Muggle music player called an iPod on, putting the headphones underneath my bushy hair. I knew the path to the dorms by heart, so I closed my eyes and walked along the wall. Music helped me think, to forget. Strange as it may seem, I was quite fond of it. I couldn't stand classical. I grew up on it. I remember my first record, from my avant-garde cousin William, The Velvet Underground. Since I was 10 I couldn't stand the ordinary. Lou Reed rang in my ears, the sounds of "Venus In Fur" taking me to another world. I felt like I was dreaming, when I nearly ran into someone walking out of the bathroom. Just a 3rd year Hufflepuff. Keep walking. I wish I could sway to this song with someone, move along with the drum and tambourine, the piercing violin. I was almost to the Fat Lady painting when I felt someone grab me from behind and kiss at my neck. I bet she had soft lips. In my dreamland it was softer than this. That thought woke me out of my trance and I recognized Ron's rough hands on my waist. I pulled my headphones down, and pushed away from him. I didn't want to take him back. I figured it'd be the best for us though.
"Stop it…can't you give me a single day of rest? Fuck," I said tiredly. He grinned.
"I haven't seen you in ages 'mione, don't ya want to see me?" He pushed me into the wall and continued to assault my neck.
I wasn't playing hard to get. I was sick of it. "Ron!" I pushed him away. "I feel like bollocks, leave me alone for once!" There was a glint of anger, and he turned around, walking in the other direction. I heard him punch a wall and then a rather loud "OW! Bugger!" followed. That's a relief, won't have to worry about him the rest of the day.
No one should have been in the common room. It was in the middle of a class period. The only reason Ron was out was he had school wide Prefect duty. Each Prefect had a period of it. So I was a tad surprised to find Lavender straddling Seamus on the floor in front of the fire. I put up a shield that suppressed sound and made me invisible to the busy eye, and made way into my dorm, where I collapsed on the bed.
"Ouch!" I sat back up, noting my stomach had landed atop a box with a ribbon wrapped around it. Atop the box was a note. The wrapping was gold, writing red. Hmph. I'd have pegged this for a Gryffindor, or Mrs. Weasely. A little early for Christmas or my birthday though. The note red:
Hope you're feeling better. Meet me outside Rosmerta's. I'll treat you to a butterbeer and we'll talk.
P.S. I hope you like chocolate.
-CC
Hermione froze with joy. In all the times she had been injured, in all the times Harry's adventures had caused her mishap, no one acknowledged. Maybe she really cared? The brunette opened the box, noted that eat piece looked exceptionally delectable, and ate one. 5 seconds later, another appeared in the same place. She nearly squealed with delight. She'll never waste her allowance on chocolate again! Christ I can only imagine how much she spent on something like this…
She was awaken from her day dream when Lavender came in utter shock as to how the 6th year had slipped by, proceeding to interrogate her for a good 10 minutes before giving in and heading to class. Hermione sat on her bed, not sure what to think, what was right to think. She shoved her face straight into the pillow and breathed in deeply, in hopes of falling asleep. 5 minutes later, she heard giggling and Ginny jumped on her.
"What's wrong 'mione? Ron said you weren't acting normal," the 5th year lay her red head on Hermione's shoulder in hopes of receiving a response. The older girl turned over and poked the other's nose.
"I'm fine. Stress is all. And getting knocked pretty bloody good in my noggin," she held the other girl tight. They were like sisters, the one good thing about dating Weaseley. Hermione loved his family. She loved being able to cuddle with Ginny and talk about how she's contemplating leaving her brother and all the trouble in her life. But how was she to explain this? This Chinese beauty with whom she has suddenly befriended, and…
Wait. And? What and? There is no and. She's a friend. A friend to have intellectual conversations and talk about boys with. Right? Why am I fighting with myself over something so simple? Save it for another day.
Hermione held onto the younger tight. Ginny could sense something was wrong. But you don't force things out of Granger unless you want to start trouble. Or was it too late for that?