Title: Dare You To Move
Author: Mjade
Summary: My third Draco/Mione fic. Hermione Granger is feeling left out by the people she once called friends. . . but her dreams are all about to come true.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter but the idea of this story, the two Slytherins: Mason Deimos and Don Gears, and the Gryffindor: Lucinda Lucent, are mine.
Rating: PG-13/Romance
Author's Note: This chapter is dedicated to my first five reviewers: awaysheflew, J Wish, im to lazy to get it in, Sora Yagami, and crystal 369.
And in answer to crystal369's question: yes the title is from Switchfoot's song "Dare You To Move." I did not have any idea for the title and the story came to me while I was listening to the song so it seemed fit.
If you have it (love),
you don't need to have anything else.
If you don't have it,
it doesn't matter much what else you do have . . .
Sir James M. Barrie
From the Journal of Hermione Granger:
11/22
It has been 2 months and 22 days into the first semester of my seventh year. You couldn't imagine how happy I was when I received my Hogwarts letter stating that I had been chosen as this year's Head Girl. I have my own private bedroom and a fabulous common room, which I share with the Head Boy, who happens to be Justin Finch-Fletchley from Hufflepuff. We get along quite well, and I found that Justin is a really nice person and a great friend. We usually are in similar classes and we have bi-weekly meetings with the prefects discussing upcoming events for this year. One unfortunate event though has taken place. Harry had an accident involving a bludger to the head. The Gryffindor team had to forfeit the match against Slytherin since they needed their team captain in the game. Harry has been out for a few days but the school's nurse says he should be waking up anytime now. I'll be heading down to the hospital wing soon to meet Ron, Luna, and Ginny.
Harry awoke and felt his head throbbing painfully and his body seemed extremely worn out. At first his limbs felt numb but a moment later Harry wished they had stayed that way. His whole body was aching---as if a hundred pins penetrated his body. Just what is going on here? As much as he tried to open his eyes he couldn't. He heard movements around him probably caused by two or three people.
"I really do hope Harry is all right," said a voice that could only belong to Hermione. She brushed Harry's bangs away from his face.
Harry smiled inwardly. Hermione Granger was one of his best friends. She was quite tall, curly light brown hair, and brown eyes. Plain-looking but very intelligent.
"I'm going to kill Draco Malfoy if it's the last thing I do," said another voice, which belonged to none other than his red-haired friend, Ron Weasley.
"That's a bit drastic," Hermione told him. "You're not even sure if he is behind the bludger accident."
"Sure? I'm positive. And it was no accident. Harry was hit by a bludger on the day before his match with Slytherin," Ron said. "Harry has been catching the snitch in every game, Slytherin keeps losing--badly, Malfoy hates Harry, and Malfoy's jealous of Harry. We have every reason to believe Draco Malfoy was the one who set the bludger off."
"If it's connected to Quidditch, you don't miss a thing," Hermione told him.
Harry had to use a great amount of strength to force his eyes open. He winced at the blinding sunlight that came from the window and then he saw them. Well, the blurred vision of them. He reached the bedside table and tried to feel for his glasses.
"Awake are you?" the nurse, Madam Pomfrey said, as she passed his bed and examined his head. Harry finally put on his glasses and saw Hermione sitting down on the chair beside him while Ron was standing at the foot of his bed.
"Harry!" Hermione said and flung her arms around him.
"Ah!" Harry yelped, "Hermione, as much as I want to hug you back my head and my limbs are still a bit sore."
"Sorry," apologized Hermione. "It's just so great to see you finally come round."
"Why? How long was I out?" Harry asked.
"Four days," Ron said, smiling, as he was glad to see Harry awake.
"What?" Harry said, shocked. "That means I missed-"
"The Quidditch match. We couldn't find you a substitute at the last minute, and they wouldn't allow us to go on without our Seeker and Quidditch Captain. So our team had no choice except to forfeit," Ron explained.
"You guys must all hate me now," Harry said.
"Well, we were all cross in the beginning but Dean and I are okay with it. After all, Harry, it wasn't your fault. However, you better watch out for Natalie McDonald. You trained her so hard last weekend and then she found out we couldn't even play," Ron said.
"I talked to Natalie for you, Harry Potter," said a soft and melodic voice. "I am really sorry, Harry Potter. I-I did not know this would happen."
Lucinda came from behind the curtains in a sort of catlike grace. She did look sincerely sorry even though she was as innocent as Harry. Madam Pomfrey then came back to give Harry something to drink. "Here, take this Mister Potter. It will help with the pain," She said. Though the nurse was a nice person she was also very strict. "One visitor at a time, don't exhaust the boy so early in the day. Shoo!"
As Hermione and Ron went out the door, Lucinda was left alone with Harry. "Are you okay, Harry Potter?"
"I'm not bad, just a small headache. Didn't anybody wonder why we both were out there late at night?" Harry inquired.
Lucinda smiled and said, "I told Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape that we were partners for a History of Magic Project and our topic was on Llorewellyn, the enchantress," she hesitated. "I remember seeing the portrait in the corridor."
Harry didn't know if his sore head was playing tricks on him but he thought he saw a flicker of sorrow in Lucinda's eyes when she mentioned the portrait. "They accepted this? Didn't they ask why it was during the middle of the night?"
"Yes, Professor Snape did press on that matter. I told him I forced you to come and see it because I thought by tomorrow I would have forgotten the location of the portrait. Then I said that when we got there a bludger appeared out of nowhere. They acknowledged that I was new so I got away without detention---that is, after a short lecture. I just hope that your head is fine, Harry Potter."
"Please do me a favor. I would rather you just call me Harry. By the way, thanks a lot," Harry smiled at her.
"It was the least I could do. After all, you saved my life, Harry Po-Harry," Lucinda corrected herself. "Sorry, it is just that I read so much about you in Italy, I have gotten used to calling you by your whole name."
"It's not a problem. Well now, I guess, from hearing that story, I owe you one. If you need your life to be saved again, you know who to ask," Harry grinned and Lucinda smiled at him.
"Hi Hermione! Hi Ron!" Ginny Weasley greeted them outside the hospital wing. She was a sixth year with flaming red hair like her brother and a few inches shorter than Hermione. Luna also sat outside waiting for them. Luna Lovegood was in the same year as Ginny, but from Ravenclaw. She had waist-length dirty blonde hair with a new edition of The Quibbler magazine in her hands.
Luna looked up at them, said hello, raised the magazine which covered her face, and began reading it again.
"Hi Gin. Hi Luna," Hermione said.
Ginny opened her mouth to say something but Ron already knew what it was. "Yup. Harry's awake; he woke up a few minutes ago. Lucinda's with him right now," He said.
Ginny giggled, "That girl likes him."
Hermione turned to her surprised. "She does? How can you be so sure?"
"Hermione, I'm shocked," Ginny said in mock surprise. "I would have expected that kind of question from Ron. It's so obvious she likes him. I just talked to her a while ago and she was pacing back and forth, she was more worried than you two were. Besides why wouldn't she like him? Harry's tall, handsome, heroic, smart, charming, good-natured-"
"And so is your brother, I'm sure," Ron said, trying to put on a mock hurt expression.
"Okay, fine, yes, like you. But he isn't as temperamental, you know," Ginny replied, smirking.
"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure," Luna recited the famous Ravenclaw saying.
Ginny smirked. "Wit's all you got to work on, Ron," Ginny joked.
Hermione smiled at her friend. When she first met Ginny, she usually was very quiet and only had a few friends. But years in Hogwarts really opened her up. She knew everybody in her year and some of her closest friends where in the year above her. During her fourth year she dated Michael Corner from Ravenclaw, but their relationship was short-lived. And Ginny went back to liking Harry. "Wait a minute," Hermione said. "And this doesn't bother you?"
Ginny blushed to crimson. "Well, I confess it does bother me a little bit, but lately I-I find Dean Thomas, kinda-well, cute," She stammered.
"What!" Ron shouted.
"Well, there's the Christmas Ball coming up. Good chance to be together," Hermione said.
"Why didn't you tell me about you and Dean?" Ron asked.
"Like you wouldn't get all worked up about it," Ginny said.
"Who's getting worked up?" Ron retorted.
Ginny and Ron were arguing, Luna acted as if nothing had happened and continued flipping through The Quibbler, and Hermione watched them slightly amused.
"Oh, honestly," Hermione sighed.
A/N: You're probably thinking: Okay, I've seen this all before. It may start out that way because I need to pair Ginny with somebody other than Harry, because I don't exactly support that pair. Besides Ginny mentioned she sort of has a thing for Dean Thomas in the end of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Still waiting for D/Hr interaction? Don't worry it's going to start in chapter four. Please read and REVIEW!
P.S. Can someone tell me whether Professor Vector, the Arithmancy teacher, is a witch or a wizard? Thanks!
Mjade