Really sorry I havent updated in a while. Gosh its been like a month now hasn't it? What I try to do is when I post one chapter, I try to write another one. BUT IM SO STUCK! So I'm thinking of you guys and posting one! Maybe what I can do is just post up all the chapters I've written (WHICH IS 13) and you guys can tell me what you think should happen next!
White Roses in the Rain
Chapter 7:
The big question
The morning of Hogsmeade was a cool, but very bright morning, in mid-October. Harry woke to a cool breeze on his face, as Ron had woken up and thrown the windows open, in celebration of the first day that wasn't dark, cloudy, or raining. Harry took it as a sign that today was going to be a good day. He got up and dressed, his spirits lifted.
Ron and Hermione were waiting downstairs when Harry entered the common room, conversing quietly. They greeted him with cheerful 'good-mornings' as he sat down next to them on the couch.
Hermione looked down at the paper she was holding. " So you want 2 cockroach clusters, 3 fizzing whizbees, and a pound of bertie blotts every flavor beans."
"Don't forget the chocolate frogs!" said Ron with a smirk. "At least 5 or 600 of those!"
Hermione gave him a playful look.
"Or whatever the leftover will cover" he said, handing over some gold to Hermione. She shoved it in her pocket and they finally shifted their attention to Harry.
"You all ready to go?" asked Hermione eagerly, and then jumped in her seat "I'm so excited!"
Harry found it a bit strange; she had never gotten this excited over a trip to Hogsmeade. Ron had always been with them though. Could she possibly be excited over time alone with Harry? Maybe. Harry decided not to think about things like that and just to enjoy his time alone with Hermione, while it lasted.
"Yeah, I'm ready," said Harry, as he and Hermione stood up and walked toward the portrait hole.
"Bye, Ron" said Hermione, giving him a little, sympathetic wave.
"Bye Mate" said Harry.
"Have fun" said Ron, sullenly.
Hermione was bouncing on the balls of her feet as she walked, humming and pulling Harry's arm, hurrying him up and saying, "Come on Harry!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming," panted Harry. He was running down the hall chasing Hermione. "What's the rush?"
"I have to get the perfect dress for the ball!" said Hermione.
"We have 8 hours!" panted Harry.
"Harry, you'll never understand," said Hermione.
"3rd years make a line! No permission slip, no trip to Hogsmeade!" yelled McGonagall, over a crowd of overexcited students.
Hermione pulled Harry through the gates of Hogwarts and into Hogsmeade by his arm. "Hermione! It's connected you know!" he screamed.
Hermione let go. "I'm sorry, but you're a lot slower than you look!"
Harry massaged his arm. "I like to enjoy my stay at Hogsmeade, I don't want to rush through it. Where first?"
"Hmm…." started Hermione. "Lets get Ron's stuff first, just to get it out of the way. It won't take long with Ron gone."
"Ok, now lets do it slowly," said Harry, slowly, as if to show Hermione what he meant.
"Ok" said Hermione, letting out a breath. "I'm calm, I'm calm"
Harry and Hermione walked through the crowd at HoneyDukes, picking out cockroach clusters, fizzing whizbees, invisible lollipops, and exploding Taffy.
As the witch behind the counter handed Harry his change, Hermione started jumping on her feet again.
"Where next?" asked Hermione, as soon as they walked out of HoneyDukes.
Harry sighed; he knew what was coming. "We might as well go to get our cloths for the ball."
Hermione squealed "Good idea!" she laughed. She grabbed Harry's hand, and pulled him once more through the crowd.
At least we're getting it over with before I lose an arm thought Harry.
Hermione gasped as she walked into the store and looked at everything hanging on racks, on hangers, or on the walls. She still held Harry's hand.
"Hermione, why don't you go look over for your dress, I'll go pick out me and Ron's tuxes over there" he said, pointing over his shoulder.
"Ok, whatever" said Hermione, still gaping about.
Harry walked over to the other side of the room, where a small section had been set aside for men's clothing. Most of the store was devoted for Women's dresses, shoes, belts, make-up, hair accessories, and all kinds of others things.
Harry picked out a black tux with a black bow tie for Ron, along with some black shoes. He wasn't quite aware of Ron's style, seeing as he was always wearing hand-me-downs, so he decided to keep it simple. Harry also chose black, but instead of a tie chose a button cover, and his Jacket was a little fancier, but otherwise his tux was pretty much the same as Ron's.
"Renting or buying?" asked the man at the counter.
"Buying please" said Harry.
"Would you like it altered? It's free when you buy it"
"No thank you" said Harry. He figured he would have Hermione alter it later.
When Harry reached Hermione, she sat looking at a purple dress on a rack.
"You almost ready to go?" asked Harry.
"Are you kidding? I just started!" said Hermione.
"Well, I'm going to the quidditch supply store," said Harry. "I'll meet you at the leaky cauldron afterwards"
Hermione waved him off. "Yeah, sure" she said.
When Harry walked into the quidditch supply store, he was greeted by Malfoy and his band of goons.
"Well if it isn't Potter" he spat, as his friends all turned to look at Harry. "Where's your girlfriend, the mudblood?"
"Don't you dare call her that!" spat Harry back.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you Potter" said Pansy Parkinson in an unusually high voice "You're all alone now. No fellow freaks to back you up this time." she smiled evilly.
"I don't need my friends to back me up, unlike you Malfoy. I can take care of my own business." said Harry, turning to leave.
"Oh really?" asked Malfoy.
Harry turned back around. "Yeah, really" said Harry.
"Yeah right." said Malfoy " You're nothing without that wise-ass mudblood!"
"Don't you call her that!" screamed Harry, charging towards Malfoy. Both boys landed on the floor in a mass of punches and a string of swear words.
"Get off me potter!" screamed Malfoy.
"Apologize-for-calling-Hermione-a mudblood!" scared Harry, in pace with his punches to Malfoy's face.
Harry was caught in the chest by a spell Harry could not identify, fired by Pansy Parkinson. He was knocked off Malfoy and hit a wall in the back of the store. He felt a sharp pain and everything went blurry and dark. When he opened his eyes, 5 minuets later, Malfoy was gone and an old shopkeeper was hovering over Harry.
"You all right sonny?" he asked.
"Fine, thank you" said Harry. He tried to stand up, but a sharp pain raced across his head. The merchant held his arm and helped him up.
"Thank you" Harry repeated when he stood up.
"I don't know who started the fight, but I'm pretty sure you got off far worse than that other kid. Wasn't fair, though. They had you outnumbered by 4 or 5." The shopkeeper said. " You stay away from them, ok?" he asked.
"Yes, sir" said Harry. And exited the door to wait for Hermione in the leaky cauldron.
In the boy's room in the leaky cauldron, Harry examined the minor cuts and wounds he acquired from his run-in with Malfoy. He had a cut about his lip and on his forehead and his eye was black. He did the best he could to try and clean himself up but he still looked to be a mess.
Hermione walked through the door of the leaky cauldron and gasped upon seeing Harry's face. She rushed over to him and placed her hands upon his cheeks, pushing his face upwards to get a better look. "What happened?" she asked.
"Malfoy" said Harry hollowly, looking away.
"What did he do to you?" she asked.
"I don't want to talk about it." said Harry.
Hermione let loose her grasp on Harry's face and sat down in the seat next to him.
"So, how was your day?" asked Harry.
"Exhausting!" said Hermione. "But I got it! And It's perfect!" she smiled and held up the bag in her hand.
"Good." said Harry. "What's this perfect dress look like?"
"You're not finding out until the night of the ball!" said Hermione with an impish look playing across her face. She stood up. "I'll be right back, I'm just going to the bathroom. Would you order me a butterbeer please?" she asked.
Harry nodded as Hermione departed toward the bathrooms. Harry knew the time would come and now he would have to face it. He knew he was going to have to ask Hermione to the ball today, while they were alone. This might be his last chance to ask her and he knew he couldn't bear to see her at the ball with someone else. He ordered her butterbeer and brought it to the table.
Ok Harry, this is just Hermione. He thought, sitting back down. It's much easier than it was asking Cho. Just keep calm and don't mess it up. He took a deep breath as Hermione walked back. It's now or never.
"Thanks for the butterbeer, Harry" said Hermione, sipping her drink.
"Hermione?" he started.
"Yes?" she asked, a bit distracted.
"Are you er going to the er ball with anyone?" he stammered.
"No, I'm not," said Hermione. Is this what I think it means?
"Would you er" sweat beaded on Harry's forehead.
Hermione looked at him eagerly. "Yes?"
"Would you like to go with me, then?" he asked.
"Oh Harry!" Hermione shrieked. She reached across the table and pulled Harry into a hug, knocking over both their butterbeers and causing many people to stare.
"Is that a yes?" asked Harry.
"Of course!" said Hermione, she pulled away from him and sat back down in her seat. A huge smile spread across her face.
Harry was at a loss for words. All day, he practiced what he was going to say to Hermione when he asked her; he never imagined what he would say afterwards.
"To be honest, I didn't think anyone would ask me," said Hermione. "Did you just ask me because you thought that too?" a deplorable look crossed over her eyes.
"No, I didn't!" said Harry. " The truth is, I really, really like you Hermione. It seems like ever since this summer…" he trailed off.
"I've felt it too" said Hermione.
They both sat for a few minuets in silence.
"I guess we should get going," said Harry, looking out the window. It was almost nightfall.
"Yeah, ok," said Hermione.
Harry tossed 3 sickles on the table and they both walked out.
As they walked back to the castle, the sun set and the sky turned black. Harry could feel the tension in Hermione; he knew she didn't like being out after dark. Harry reached down and grabbed Hermione's hand, in reassurance. She looked up and smiled at him. They walked the whole way back to the castle like that.
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