Hello! I sort of wrote this while experiencing writer's block over my other fic so I hope you like it… Anyway, I leave you here to read and review my story
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter… I think you get the drill.
Who Knows
By: Carla P.
Chapter 1- The Meeting
No one in their right mind would have stood there in the dreadful cold, waiting for a person to appear, especially after having waited so long, and the raven-haired boy, who was standing by the fence enclosing the shrieking shack was thinking the same thing as he waited, his insides freezing, for the girl, who had asked him to meet her there the day before.
'I must be out of my mind, it's bloody freezing and here I am waiting in what seems like forever for Hermione, who I'm beginning to think has no intention of showing up.' Harry thought 'Oh, well, I guess five more minutes wouldn't hurt' with this in mind, he shivered. Suddenly a gust of wind hit him making him feel colder than he was a couple of minutes ago, 'I'm having your neck for this, Hermione' his thoughts turning unpleasant.
Suddenly he spied a figure running up to him, shouting above the wind that was now blowing continuously and brutally, thus, making speech incomprehensible so he ran up to meet her, relieved that she was there at last. As the brown-haired girl stopped for breath, Harry voiced out his relief, "I'm glad you finally made it, Hermione," he said forcing a smile on his face. Hermione noticed this and smiled sheepishly, " I'm awfully sorry for making you wait so long Harry, it's just that on my way out, Professor Vector saw me and launched into a long speech about the brilliance of the essay I passed her last week and it took a good half-hour into her oration before I could tell her I was meeting with someone at Hogsmeade and it was only then that she let me go to meet you here, Harry, I'm really sorry, you must be freezing cold."
While listening to Hermione talk, Harry noticed that her right hand was in her pocket, holding something that seemed valuable to her but he deemed it best not question her regarding it and instead he said. "As a matter of fact, I am, Hermione, but never mind that, I've spend a good 45 minutes waiting for you here to tell whatever you had to tell me, so go on." What should have been a trace of anger or annoyance absent in his voice, "after you do, I have something to say too."
"Oh, then you go first then, Harry, think of it as sort of a prerogative for having to wait for me here so long" she said with a smile as she thought of happy Harry will be at what she was to show him, and made sure it was secure in her pocket.
"Uhhh… Okay, ummm, in fact, the truth is I have something to ask you and uhh…" he said after a while, discomfort present in his voice and actions as though he hated the thought of asking whatever he had to ask the girl before him, all thoughts of Hermione's pocket gone from his mind.
"Well, ask away, then" she said giving him her best smile hoping to make him feel better after making him feel abandoned knowing she'll be forgiven after she showed him what she had found other day.
"It's kind of hard to say, 'Mione" the discomfort continuing to grow.
"Well, we haven't got all day. You know, Harry, the faster we can both say what we want to say, the faster you and I can reach the warmth of The Three Broomsticks and a nice, warm butterbeer" she replied, looking so much like the typical, annoyed Hermione, she withdrew her hand from her pocket and, instead, crossed her arms over her chest.
"Well, pardon me but it's not exactly the most pleasant thing to say in this world" Harry met her discourse, the discomfort gone, annoyance taking its place. Hermione met this with her signature look of impatience with just that hint of indifference.
"Okay, okay, don't look at me like that, I'll come right out and say it," he said, the annoyance replaced this time by the realization that he was defeated. "Hermione, I warn you of what I am about to say, it's kind of hard to accept, unless it's something you want to hear" he paused a look of evident seriousness present in his fine features. The look of annoyance that once marred Hermione's pretty features was suddenly switched to one that held just the slightest touch of what must have been alarm or, unless he was mistaken, nausea.
"You see… it's like this…I'm kind of doing somebody a favor and to be able to accomplish it, I have to ask you the question I'm about to ask...uhhh…" He said, the look of discomfort back on his face.
"Harry! Just say it! It's only a simple matter of opening your mouth using your voice to say whatever you want to say. You should have mastered it by now, as you are already 16 years old." Her voice dripping with sarcasm as she rolled her eyes.
"Hahaha… very funny Hermione… All right… This will come as a shock but do you like Ron?" His voice shifting from sarcastic to serious.
Pretending not to understand what the question meant, Hermione looked at the boy before her, pasting on a look of incredulity. "Harry! And here I thought you were going to tell me something really serious, wooh, you sure scared me. Of course I like Ron, I mean, we do have the tendency to fight a lot and he does annoy me most of the time but we are friends." she said, again rolling her eyes for added effect.
Suddenly the tables were turned and it was Harry's turn to stare at Hermione with impatience and annoyance, "Hermione, I believe you know exactly what I mean and, contrary to what you may believe, I am not here for fun and games, so, once again, I ask you, do you, or do you not like Ron and I bet you know what I mean precisely by like." He said in an incredibly murderous voice, his green eyes piercing hard at Hermione's brown ones.
A/N:
Hahahahaha! I don't know what to do about this one yet… so… you can review and maybe I'll have it in me to continue this spur of the moment fic…
Please review… you know you want to… thanks… Love you all!
BYE now…