Breakaway
By: unwritt3n xx
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers.
Chapter 2
And when the rain would fall down:
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Hermione awoke the next morning, with a bad discomfort in her neck. "Mmmm…" she moaned groggily. She was still tired from staying up the night before and having countless dreams that kept waking her up in the middle of the night, along with the rain pouring outside. She got up from her bed, and made her way towards the windowsill. When she looked outside, she saw something so expected, but something so unique at the same time. A tree. But it wasn't just a tree. It was the exact place where she had found Felix by, on a day exactly like this one; cold and rainy…
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July 16th, 1995
Fifteen year old, Hermione Granger was cooped up in her room, once again reading the infamous Hogwarts: A History. She sighed audibly, and sat the book aside once she had finished reading it for the umpteenth time. She had actually read all the books in her room (which happened to be a lot) at least twice already that summer, and as ridiculous as it may sound, she was getting incredibly bored of reading them.
She stood up and sighed once more while she was heading across her room to go downstairs and watch the telly, something caught her eye. She turned and found herself in the direction of her windowsill. When she had reached it, she saw something so close, but at the same time, so far away. It was him. Felix was facing a tree, and looked like he was admiring something. Hermione knitted her eyebrows in confusion, grabbed her jacket, and headed outside, completely forgetting that she was about to watch one of her favorite pragrammes on the telly.
Once she had reached the bottom step of her porch, she felt drops of rain slap across her face, and felt a slight chill roam through her body. She quickly pulled her hood over her head (she didn't want to make her hair anymore frizzy, now did she?), placed her hands in her jacket pockets, and scurried off towards her best Muggle friend, Felix.
When she finally had reached her destination (which happened to be a pretty long way), she stopped beside Felix, put both hands on her knees, and panted so loudly, you could still hear her through the pouring rain.
Felix looked at her a bit amused and with a slight smile on his face. "What are you doing outside in weather like this, Miss Granger?" he asked teasingly, while enjoying a silent laugh.
Hermione looked at him, disapprovingly, and said, "I should be asking you the same question," in her notorious bossy 'know-it-all' voice.
Even though Felix had never once been to school with Hermione, he knew all about her studious habbits. School was actually one of the things she told him about the most (but she, of course, skipped the part about the magic). The others were Harry and Ron. When he had first heard about them, he did get a little visit from the green monster of jealousy, but he soon grew accustomed to it, because Hermione had always assured him that all they would ever be were best friends. Not that Felix was 'in love' with her or anything. He was just really protective over her. Ever since they had first met, she had been the little sister he had never had, and vice versa. He would just have to get over that a couple of other guys thought of her as a sister, too.
Felix chuckled softly at her comment. 'Good 'ole Hermione, back in action, I see!' he joked to himself. "Well, my dearest Hermione, I might just admiring my wonderful artwork that I have finally finished after hours of hard work," he said, while waving at the tree with his hand.
Hermione furrowed her eyebrows, while wiping a few raindrops off of her cheek, and turned to face the tree. There, on the bark, were the carved initials, "HG + FB." 'HG' of course, for Hermione Granger, and 'FB' for Felix Belcinee. She smiled, while absentmindedly licking a raindrop off her bottom lip. This was actually the most creative thing he had ever done; he wasn't a very artistic person. She looked over at him and saw him holding the blue pocketknife she had give him for his birthday the year before…
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Hermione smiled at the memory. She had never really enjoyed the rain…until that day. She used to find it so annoying and disturbing, but now she found it so tranquil, and so difficult to miss out on! Especially since that day with Felix. Oh, how she was going to miss him.
Did she really want to lave her home to go to Hogwarts for another year of school? 'Oh, no! Not these thoughts again! Of course I'm going to Hogwarts again this year! I desperately want to see Harry and Ron again, and I really miss using my wand--'
"Hermione!" her mother's voice rang through the house, cutting off her thoughts. "You need to hurry if you're going to say goodbye to Felix one last time and still make it to Diagon Alley on time to meet your friends!"
"Okay, mum! I'll be down in a minute!" She had completely forgotten her thoughts when she had heard that she might be late for meeting up with her friends. I guess she was going to school after all.
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After Hermione had gotten dressed and ready (she had packed her trunk with school uniforms and old school books a couple of days before), she ushered herself out of her room and almost tripped while coming downstairs with her trunk.
"Whoa, slow down there!" said Hermione's father, who had walked in just in time to catch Hermione before she fell.
"Sorry, dad. Just a bit excited, I guess." Hermione laughed nervously.
"Excited, huh?" Her father, Henry, asked suspiciously, while Hermione raised one eyebrow in amusement. "Are you sure there's not some boy you want to meet?" he accused. Hermione looked at him, utterly shocked. Was this her father? I mean, she was seventeen for Merlin's sake!
"Henry!" her mother, Jane, snapped, while looking at him with that 'don't-you-dare' look Hermione always uses.
"What?" her father inquired. "I was just curious."
Her mother rolled her eyes and looked at her daughter. "Got everything?"
"Yes, but have either of you seen Crookshanks?"
Jane was about to answer, when her husband spoke up suddenly. "I have, but I'll only tell you if you tell me whether or not you're getting excited over some boy!"
The two generations rolled their eyes simultaneously, and sighed. Yes, this is where Hermione had gotten her Miss-Priss attitude.
"No, dad," Hermione said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I'm not getting excited over some guy."
Her father let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding and said, "Good, 'cause if you were, I would've hunted the guy down and beaten him to a bloody pulp."
"But, dad, I'm not, so can you pl--" Hermione stopped in mid-sentence and thought about Ron and Harry. "Uh...on second thought, there's Harry and Ron, but they're just my friends, so there's nothing to worry about. Now could you please tell me where Crookshanks is at?" she asked, impatiently.
"Are you sure?" her father inquired.
"Yes, dad, I'm sure! Now could you please tell me where Crookshanks is at? You're wasting a lot of my time!"
"Um..." her father paused. "He's right there." He pointed at Hermione's feet.
Hermione made and 'o' shape with her mouth, picked him up, and started petting the big fur-ball, while putting him in his cage.
"PMS?" Henry muttered to his wife.
"You bet'cha," she replied, muttering back.