Voldemort's strongest weakness
Viopathartic
(Vee-o-path-ar-tek)
Disclaimer: Rowling Rules! I own nothing but this story,which you should definitely read!
Also thanks to Joyfull Scroll for that advice…sorry I'm a bit impatient…seriously once my mom and sis tells me to wait outside the bathroom for them and I just leave after maybe 5 seconds!
I'll learn to be more tolerant with the reviews coming in.
Here are other reviewers who I thank:
The Gryffindor Drummer
MayuBlack- Ron and Hermione's relationship will be shortlived. It won't be such a passionate relationship because Hermione's reluctant to be with Ron.
mightvebeenhere
Linz Sasaki
Korval- Sorry about the author notes...I was a bit frantic...I deleted it from this chapter
Yurilune- I love your long response (and don't worry, mightvebeenhere said emo/goth...I don't know what the hell it means)
Ice Witch101- I don't know why I did that for Mrs. Weasley
Chapter 5: Butcher's knife and Love
Harry and Hermione sat next to each other on the living room couch watching a game of Chess going on between Ron and Bill. Fleur, although it seemed surreal, seated herself in the corner, knitting gloves.
"Knight to E-5." The chess piece moved according to Ron's command and knocked off the king. The red-headed smiled victoriously. Bill had his chin in his hand, his eyes drooping but awoke when he heard his little bro's shout. "Oh, drat. I did not see that move since I was being inconceivably careless. Ronald Weasley, you are the master of wizard's chess. I bow to your strategic mind."
Harry smirked and whispered to Hermione, "Bill could have beaten him under a heart beat." She giggled and slapped Harry on his arm.
Ron, who was looking pretty triumphant, frowned when he saw his friends laughing at him.
"I'm BORED!" whined Hermione suddenly as she stretched luxuriously across the couch. Her feet went on Harry's lap and stayed there. Harry didn't notice as he too was working out some tense muscles.
"Oh, I know. Ron, you have to do your homework." said Hermione.
"Homework?" Ron asked confused. She rolled her eyes and turned her attention to her other best friend who was shaking his head at his other best friend's lack of memory.
"I've already done all of my homework." he answered before she could say anything.
"You already done it?" repeated Hermione disbelievingly. Knowing that she didn't believe him, Harry summoned his load of homework with his wand. Soon enough a bundle of paper floated into the room and landed in front of Hermione. She grabbed it eagerly and opened it.
"Transfiguration, Defense against the Dark Arts, History, Charms, and Potions which I swear on your grave I did without the HBP book's help." directed Harry, sorting the stuff out. Hermione's eyes widened when she saw Harry's work and was even more shocked when she realized how precisely he had completed them.
"Harry, you've actually--wow--I can't believe--impressive!" Hermione managed. Ron gaped. "Scary isn't it? You thought I couldn't have done it, right?"
"No! Harry, it's just…surprising to see you change this much over the years that I've known you…I'm really proud of you." And on that last note, Harry's heart swelled with pride. It was weird that he'd care so much about how Hermione felt about him doing his own homework but he found himself feeling a bit better because of the way she felt about him.
Hermione smiled and pulled him into a hug. "See, Ron. Look what Harry has done. Why can't you do your homework?"
"Well, I didn't know there was homework…"
"There's always homework!" laughed Hermione. She still had't released Harry. To his surprise, he didn't want Hermione to let go of him ever so he stayed quiet in his arms.
"I believe you're suffocating Harry right now Hermione." said Ron through clenched teeth. Hermione turned pink again and released him immediately.
"Sorry, Harry."
"That's alright." Harry adjusted his glasses. He looked up at his friend and smiled and she returned it involuntary. The sun shined through the window's curtain, catching the shine off of Hermione's hair. Her brown eyes, Harry noted, were lit up with enthusiasm. Her face with its tan complexion matched greatly with her perfect lips and perfect ears and perfect…
"Children!" Mrs. Weasley's voice shrilled from the kitchen. Harry snapped out of his reverie as did Hermione and they suddenly became aware of the looks they were getting from the others. Ron looked beyond furious but Bill and Fleur however masked their amusements with smiles.
"Right then, I think we have to go into the kitchen for…something." said Hermione breathlessly. "And Ron, you better do your homework later. Harry…"
She didn't get to finish as she drifted off into her own space again. He nudged her and laughed then led their way to the kitchen. During the short passage, his mind was in wrecks, the little people in his head trying to sort out what exactly he was feeling back there. It was truly complex. Harry knew that all these years, people kept on assuming that they were together; possibly because the thought of Hermione and Ron together was just weird. Maybe it's because Harry's the hero of the bunch and it is predicted that Hermione would be his heroine as well. But him and Hermione...they were best friends! And Harry has also assumed that Ron would finally come through and ask her out. Last year they were going bonkers with the Lavender Brown situation and Slug Club. Plus the fact that Harry was fancying a different girl and then going out with her. So, evidently, Hermione had never been considered by Harry as more than a friend. But Harry's getting a bit over his head. Why am I thinking about this? It's just because I…well…ergh…I do not like Hermione like that! Hermione is just a friend. Hey, did I call her "Mione' back there? Why? Is she mad? I wonder what she's thinking right now…oh Potter who cares what she's thinking. Damn, Ron looks like he's gonna kill me. I hope he's not thinking that I like Hermione…oh no I don't! She's his, if (he just goes for it!) Wait, I can't refer Hermione as an object! She's a person. Damnit, damnit, damnit! I do not like her like that! Harry shook his head furiously. It must have been a weird sight because Hermione asked, "Harry, are you alright?"
He jumped, realizing there were people surrounding him and answered, "Yeah, everything's cool." She gave him a sideways smile.
"I bet Mrs. Weasley's going crazy with the wedding."
"Oh Hermione, you are underestimating my mum's craziness." said Bill as he walked along with Fleur." "She's probably more of a psychiatric patient at Mungo's". Everyone laughed.
"Who's the best man?" Harry asked nonchalantly.
Bill seemed to ponder a second and than answered, "I don't know." Hermione raised an eyebrow at this. "Well, maybe Ron. Or Charlie. Or you, Harry."
"Why didn't I hear a Fred or George?" asked Harry sarcastically.
"Yeah so Charlie, Ron, and Harry will be my best men." Bill continued, ignoring Harry's question.
"Three best men? Is that right?" asked Hermione. Bill shrugged. Fleur looked eager and blurted out, "Would you like to be my maid of honor, Hermione?"
Hermione looked absolutely shocked and blushed. "Well-I-um…sure?" The half veela clapped her hands in excitement and exclaimed, "Excellent. I will tell Molly." Hermione halted the woman with a hand.
"Oh, not right now. I think Mrs. Weasley has me on her least favorite list." Fleur nodded in response and gave a look to Bill.
"Don't worry, Hermione. Mum will get over whatever she's mad at you about. Besides, it's not true that you two are dating." Bill had a sudden thought. "Are you?"
"No." Harry answered automatically then glanced at Hermione briefly than straight ahead.
"Yeah, I mean honestly, after all these years, you two? Together? Humph, not a chance in a lifetime. You two are exact opposites." backed Ron who suddenly appeared between Harry and Hermione. Harry looked away and thought in spite of himself, "At least Hermione and I actually get along." It was rather low of Ron to say these things. It wasn't a sure thing that Ron has a chance with Hermione. But with me and her however…oh stop Potter!
"You two together? It's kind of obscene. Don't you agree with me Harry? Hermione? Harry Potter and Hermione Granger a couple?" Ron barked a nervous laugh as he continued.
"You could stop now." snapped Harry with an edge. Bill and Fleur looked nervously at the younger wizards and witches.
"Stop what?" asked a curious Molly Weasley. "Oh, nothing Mrs. Weasley." responded Hermione politely as they walked into the kitchen.
"Stop what?" she conjectured a bit forcefully. Harry didn't like where this was going.
Ron laughed, "Mum, you will not believe this. Bill and Fleur thought Hermione and Harry were going out."
"Are they?" inquired Mrs. Weasley loudly. Harry backed away from the counter. The woman was handling a butcher's knife. Hermione glanced nervously at the sharp object and side stepped to Harry's side.
"Er…no Mrs. Weasley. Hermione and I are not dating." answered Harry eyeing the door way for an escape, if needed. "Oh really," Molly dropped the knife and placed a hand on her heart. She looked as if Percy had suddenly come home and apologized for all the wretched things he done.
"Yes." whispered Harry, though his heart was fighting to go against this proclaim. Molly smiled, "Well, let's get this wedding started but first lunch time!"
While everyone settled down to eat, Harry gestured for Hermione to follow him into the garden. Once they were alone, he sat down with his plate on the garden fountain; Hermione followed suit.
"Merlin's that scared the crickets out of me. Mrs. Weasley with a knife? Whew!" Harry said. They both got a good laugh from that and continued to dine, enjoying the summer breeze. Hermione drifted into her own space again; her gaze was everlasting on her cat, Crookshanks who lurked nearby amidst the green grass.
"Hey." Harry pushed her softly with his shoulder. "You alright there?"
"Oh, yes. Sorry…I was just thinking." Hermione scratched her nose and refused to look at Harry.
"Thinking about someone?" He hoped it was about him but he knew there was no chance.
"No! Of course not…why-"
"Is it Ron?" Harry questioned, curiously. Please say no thought a voice. Hermione let out a little gasp and stuttered,
"U-u-umm…no-it wasn't-er…how did you know?" Damn.
"Well, everyone knows you fancy him." Harry let out a bitter laugh than stopped at the sound of his own voice. Hermione didn't seem to notice his tone.
"Ron's so stupid!"
"Took you that long to figure it out?" Hermione managed a small smile but it faded quickly.
faded. "He'll never notice me." she said sadly.
"Aw, 'Mione…don't give up. He'll get smarter and realize what a fool he's been for all these years." Harry said as he wrapped his arms around her.
"Since when have you called me 'Mione'?"
"Since now, so deal with it." Harry stroked her hair which didn't feel as bushy as it appeared but instead it felt soft and light. His body filled with warmth as he caressed her; her body heat returned heat as well as she rested her head on his shoulder. Impulsively, Harry planted a soft kiss on the top of her head and he felt her smile. Merlin's why did I do that?
"Do you like Ron?" Harry murmured.
"Please Harry, don't ask that. It's so confusing all these years and I'm not quite trustworthy of my feelings." Hermione whispered.
"Well, what is it? You do like him or don't like him?"
"Right now, don't like him I have to say…at least I think." The way she answered made Harry laugh out loud. "This is the first time you're actually stumped on something."
"This isn't something. We're talking about a soul mate, the love of your life…"
"Do you think he's your soul mate?" Harry whispered softly. His heart was protesting for a no. If only she'd say that. Hermione gazed at Harry through his eyes. They stayed like that forever, neither one speaking until a voice interrupted them.
Molly Weasley, having heard and seen all the conversation, called for Hermione and Harry to come back inside. It looked to her as if Hermione was seducing Harry. Not again, she won't! She belongs with her youngest son, Ronald Weasley. If she doesn't like her son that Hermione Granger as no business with the Weasley family. Ginny will be the one to be Harry's love no matter what. That girl has been fancying the boy for five years for Merlin's sake!
"Right, Mrs. Weasley." answered Hermione, hearing the sharpness in the woman's tone and blushing madly, she got up. Harry stared at his best friend passing Mrs. Weasley, who was giving her the death glare again. Why are woman so indecisive?
"Actually, I need some more air, just to clear my mind." Harry said and was given permission.
"Harry?" came a small voice. He knew who it was without turning around. Ginny. The girl sat down next to him and avoided touch.
"Harry, I know that in the end of term you broke off with me to protect me because you thought you loved me. I know you don't anymore and I'm pretty okay with it right now so I just wanted to say no hard feelings and that I'm sorry for acting the way I've been acting and,"
"Ginny," He stopped her from talking by grabbing her shoulders. "It's okay too. You know that I still care for you only as a little sister though." Harry smiled.
Ginny's face lit up with her precious grin and hugged him.
"Are you ever gonna tell me about your secret 'mission'?"
"Sorry. No, you're still too young." said Harry, bluntly. Ginny screwed up her face in annoyance and let out a great sigh.
"During this period in our lives, with the war going on...no one can be young, a child anymore. Look at you. At eleven years old, you went up against the darkest sorcerer in the wizardry world and still managed to cast him away.Second, you saved me. You saved a numerous amount of students from being petrified and slayed a basilisk! Third, didn'tyou save Sirius Black from the kiss ofa dementor. In fourth year, you sawYou-Know-Who come back to life and lived to tell it. Fifth you fought against him again and sixth...well I'm not sure what you did with Dumbledore but it has to be big."
"It's different," Harry said finally able to break in, " It's because I'm the-
"Chosen One? You're finally accepting it now? Well, just letting you know. You're gonna have to tell me sometime."
With that, Ginny went back inside while Harry was left to ponder by himself
