Happiness
Viopathartic
A/N: Wow. I can't believe I'm actually posting this. I felt the urge to write a chapter for this story. This is without a beta so if any of you notice mistakes, don't flame, and just politely point them out. Thank you.
"Come on Harry! You can do it!" urged Hermione from the side. Harry stood in the middle of an empty Transfiguration class, a book on the floor. Since both already knew Harry could mind read, they decided to practice with his telekinesis. They managed to get away from his guards, making up an excuse of a trip to the library. Naturally, they believed Hermione since she was never one to lie. Well, except for the troll incident, or the Polyjuice Potion, or the time turner, or the…aw, never mind.
He stared at it, willing it to at least move. After his tenth try, he threw his hands up in frustration.
"I-I can't get this. I feel so stupid," said Harry as he sat down on the floor. Hermione jumped down and approached him.
"No one expects you to get it on the first try. Don't worry, just practice." Harry gave her a wary smile, taking a sip from a goblet of pumpkin juice.
"Thanks for doing this…you know, helping me with my newfound 'powers'."
His friend beamed and gushed, "Harry, did you think I would leave you because you can read minds? Honestly, this is an amazing discovery. Scientists speculate about telekinesis and telepathy. Do you know there is a dysfunctional part of your membrane in which no one has access to? They believe the part of the brain is actually storage for unique powers. I myself never believed these sorts of powers existed. Then again, I never believed witches or goblins or ghosts exist either until I-"
"Hermione."
She stopped from her rant and blushed.
"You researched this immediately after you found out right?" Harry asked, amused.
"Well…honestly Harry! What did you expect me to do?"
He laughed, knowing she was the type to rush to the library for every answer. Hermione laughed along. This feels good. It has been a while since he and Hermione actually spent time, alone.
Last year, he remembered how he and she would fight over the Potions book or about the mysterious Prince. Harry felt stupid for getting angry when Hermione was only trying to help. Their friendship was nearly ruined because of it.
Suddenly, she slipped her hand over his.
"I'm here to help you. This process is slow, so you have to have patience." Harry didn't answer as he became aware of Hermione's touch. Her hand fit cozily into his, delicately touching his skin. A whirlwind of emotions spread through his body.
"I know," he whispered. "And I'm glad you're going to help me."
Hermione smiled once more and then stood up.
"Okay, so since the last activity wasn't working very well…"
Harry looked at the book, still idle, and mumbled, "It's not my fault the stupid book wouldn't move."
"We're going to work with books."
"Hermione, we just did, and that stubborn book did not move an inch!"
"Not like that, Harry. We are going to research."
Harry glared at her and said, "You just love torturing don't you?" An evil smirk appeared on her face. "Yep."
"Sadistic bitch." he muttered, dragging himself up from the floor. A bar of soap was conjured next to his face.
"Language, dear Harry." said Hermione, sweetly. Harry rolled his eyes, showing an act of bravado. But really, he was shaking inside. You're such a wimp, Potter. You'll face Voldemort any day and you're scared of a seventeen year old GIRL?
"Okay, now I've been doing some light reading and-"
"The last time you did some "light reading", as you say it; the damn book was two thousand pages." Hermione glared at him and pulled out a surprisingly smaller book out from her knapsack. The Conscious Universe: The Scientific Truth of Psychic Phenomena was shown on the cover.
"This is muggle book focusing on the scientific dealings with psychokinesis or telepathy. I'm sure you want to take a break from telekinesis."
"Hell yeah." mumbled Harry.
"Telepathy is defined as the communication of information from one mind to another by means other than the known perceptual senses. Basically they are saying you can read minds and transfer what you say to another person's mind.
Now, this isn't like occlumency. A person may be able to read minds, however said person cannot transfer words. Also, in occlumency, penetration of the mind can be blocked whereas when you read minds, the person cannot detect it. Understand?"
Taking in all this new founded information, Harry nodded.
"What I believe we should use to enhance your telepathy abilities is some Zener cards. Although these can be used for clairvoyance, the ability to sense something ahead of time, they can test for telepathy." explained Hermione, pulling out a deck of cards.
"It makes you sound like I have a disease," Harry commented. He took the cards out of his friend's grasp and spread them out. Instead of the expected queens, kings, and jacks, Harry saw a circle, a cross, a five-pointed start, a square, and a trio of wavy lines. There were 5 cards of each design.
"Uh…Hermione, how will this help?"
"Patience. I will explain." chastised Hermione in her usual bossy-like voice. She snatched the cards back.
"First I will shuffle the cards. I'll choose one and try to project the image that I see. You'll have to try to guess-oh, well not guess- try to read what I'm seeing. This will practice your ability to control your power. I'll also time to get a feel of how long you need to take." Without waiting for any interruptions, she shuffled the cards and picked one out at random. She raised an eyebrow but then closed her eyes.
"Okay, now try." Harry took a deep breath and focused his eyes on Hermione's. A scramble of thoughts came to him at a speed he couldn't read. It was difficult for him to find the right piece of information. Words and images ran through his mind, overloading. Harry felt a pain in the left side of his temple. He groaned, trying to ignore it and wanting to accomplish this one task. The images became clearer, from a blur to a slightly visible figure. And finally, he saw it.
"Circle." Hermione's eyes snapped open as if she realized he was still there.
"45 seconds. G-Good." She drew the next one. It took only a few seconds to receive her image.
"Cross."
Next.
"Star."
And next.
"Square." The two practiced with the cards for two straight hours. And at the end, it was all worth it. Harry "guessed" every single one of them right. In the beginning, Harry had to take forty-five seconds to read Hermione's mind; now he needed only three seconds.
As they packed up, Harry felt a pair of eyes on the back of his head. Without look, he asked, "What is it?"
Hermione jumped, never expecting him to notice. She wrung her hands, which was a sign of anxiety for her. "In the Great Hall…how did you know the boy was going to attack you?"
He shrugged vaguely. "Before it happened?"
"Yes."
"I just saw it in my head."
"You're clarivoyant then."
"I'm Clair-who?"
"Clair-what you mean. Clairvoyance is the supernatural power of seeing objects or actions removed in space or time from natural viewing. A clairvoyant may be able to sense energy or spiritual aura as well. Many people know them to be psychic or a person who can tell the future."
Harry was still, processing more information. So that would explain the man at the wedding. Was he really Fleur's grandfather? And the little girl…did her mom already die or will she die? He shivered, ignoring the look Hermione was giving her.
"Harry…is there you something you need to tell me?" she asked quietly.
"Back at the wedding…I think I saw Fleur's grandfather." Hermione gaped at his answer
"Saw?"
"Not he as in solid form but it was probably his ghost…but he wasn't really a ghost like Nearly Headless Nick…he…I felt him as if I feel you right now. I never realized it then but now, maybe it's an ability. And then in the Great Hall, I just heard the boy's voice in my head. Hermione, it was the exact words! And—" Harry stopped suddenly.
"And…," probed Hermione. She approached him from the across the room and stood face-to-face to the boy. His eyes met her but his gaze faltered and he looked down.
"And…I've been having strange dreams lately," he finally said, as if embarrassed. "Very strange indeed."
"About Voldemort?"
"No! It was about this little girl." Hermione once again looked confused and he felt the same way.
"What would a little girl have anything to do with a psycho lord?" Harry thrust a hand into his hair, ruffling his black locks and let out a frustrated sigh.
"Every time I see her, she's crying…and her mother is dead. It's scary because she also looked just like me. The little girl's eyes were green."
There was a moment of silence after he finished. Harry looked up timidly, wanting to see Hermione's reaction. As usual, he saw her in thorough concentration.
"So now you're telepathic, clairvoyant, and telekinetic," Hermione listed, counting off on her fingers. "Interesting, but how you got these powers will be heard to find out."
"Well…I'm not telekinetic…yet." Harry felt his cheeks redden, fully aware how stupid that must have sounded. Hermione rolled her eyes in a teasing way and picked up her bag.
"I have to go and get ready."
"For what?"
"I have date with Ron." said Hermione, shyly. Harry forced a smile.
"That's nice. I hope you have a splendid time." Splendid? SPLENDID? Hermione looked at him, probably wondering the same thing. His eyes were avoiding hers and his body language was stiff. What could that mean?
"I hope so too." She nodded and left.
Harry stared at the door in which she just exited. Not these feeling again…the feelings of abandonment, the feeling of anger and sadness. He realized his fist was clenched. He let out an angry growl and connected his eyes with the book in front of him. His voices began.
Will I be the third wheel now, with Hermione and Ronald dating?
She's supposed to be helping me.
You're a selfish, insensitive git, you know that? Hermione and Ron liked each other for years and you want her to help you.
I love her.
The voices were silent. His eyes fell on the book once more. It sat there, still and mocking him. Harry's arms tingled with an overwhelming energy as he screwed his eyes in concentration. A weight was felt at the end of his arm but he wasn't carrying anything. His eyes widen as he realized the book was floating. In his surprise, he jerked his arm back, releasing the book from Harry's invisible hold.
And there the book was again; on the floor as if nothing happened. But Harry was sure he just made the book float. Holding back a yell of excitement, he grabbed the book and ran out of the room.
GCR
"Ginny! Ginny, where's Hermione?" asked Harry hurriedly, gasping for breath. Ginny, who was chatting with Neville over a game of chess, cocked an eyebrow. They were in the Common Room with people scattered amongst them.
"What happened to you?"
"Never mind, where is she?"
"Parvati and Lavender are helping her get ready." Ginny stated, pondering the next move.
"Can you just-"
"Get ready Gryffindors! We would like to present the new, the hot, the sexy…Hermione Granger!" announced Lavender and Parvati, who both appeared from the stairs. The picture of perfection came into view.
Hermione smiled as she descended down the stairs, not really knowing the affect she was having on all the guys, including Harry. Her straight hair was now cascaded in curls, reaching down halfway to her back. Mascara highlighted her brown eyes, giving her eyes of a sensual predator. And the dress she was wearing…let's just say it fit her very well. Her body was covered by a black, suave looking material; just asking for touch. A bit of cleavage was revealed as she approached Harry, a sight that was not common to him.
Hermione twirled once more, showing her perfect teeth. Harry gulped, restraining his eyes from looking down.
"Do you think Ron would like it?" she whispered, her voice traced with anxiousness. His stomach sank; only Ron's opinion mattered. Harry leaned in and whispered in her ear.
"Hermione, do you see the affect of your dress on the boys…and on me?" Hermione blushed at his answer. "Ron will love it." Hermione fitted her hands in Harry's and hugged him. He wrapped his arms in return, ignoring the feeling of abandonment once again. Reluctantly, he released her.
"Where is he anyways?" The portrait door opened with Ron entering. Among seeing Hermione, he swore. "Bloody Hell." Harry noticed the strained smile Hermione gave Ron.
Am I making a mistake by going out with Ron. I like him but...
Cold shower, cold shower, COLD SHOWER!
Harry almost vomitted as he read the two's mind.
"Okay," Harry drawled, cutting through the awkward moment. "Now Ron, close your mouth and take out this lovely lady. She's been waiting for you." commanded Harry as he gave a push. Hermione stumbled a bit, glaring at Harry's oh-so-discreet push of encouragement. Ron nodded and his mouth shut quickly. However that did not stop the looks Ron continued to give her. Hermione took her date's offered hand and they began to exit.
"Oh wait, Harry!" called Ginny. The pair stopped and Harry turned. "You wanted to tell Hermione something." Oh right.
"What is it Harry?" Hermione asked, confusion beginning to dawn on her face.
"The book. It moved." Harry said vaguely, knowing that Hermione would know what it meant. Her face lit with pride and he could see she was restraining herself from hugging him.
He did it. I'm so proud of you Harry! I know you're reading my mind, but since you actually moved that damn book, I'll let it go.
Harry blushed.
"That's three more things about Harry Potter then." The two shared a secret look, unaware of Ron's look of disapproval or the mutual confusion amongst their fellow peers.
"Have fun." Harry waved, feeling important and understanding that although she was with Ron, Hermione would always have time for him.
Author's Note: Okay, I am practically giggling with excitement. I'm so anxious to find out what you thought of this chapter so don't hold the suspense and review, please!
If I get enough feedback (positive, negative, eh...) I will try to post another chapter.
Toodles,
Vio