Hey you guy's!
So, I've been working on getting more ideas for chapters and have come up with a few little bits of sumthin, sumthin ;) so they'll be up soon...
I am sorry I don't upload more frequently, but I'm a bit of a perfectionist with my stuff and unless I really adore something it takes me a while to edit, I can tell you that Chapter One of my new, "proper" story will be up shortly after this 'un!
So, if you don't mind AU stories, original characters or seeing someone butcher the franchise; pop over to have a look (I joke, I'm really a genius and JK should definitely have incorporated my ideas in the books).
Right, chapter, yes; it's a bit faulty and patchwork-like but I loved this little flicker of a scene in the movie and it fit so well…
The Piano Lesson.
Ron had uncovered the piano, after days of practical silence and worry he decided a distraction was needed, if even for a short while.
Sitting in front of the ancient instrument, he lifted the lid and ran his fingers up and down the keys; he turned to face Harry and Hermione, who had been staring off into space with relentless concentration. Of course, they were now staring at Ron with expressions a mix of amusement, and in Hermione's case, scepticism.
"You can't play piano?" she said, though it sounded more of a question.
"I'll Have you know that I'm a natural musician" he replied haughtily, comically sticking his nose in the air, "any requests?"
Not really knowing what to say, Harry and Hermione settled for a nervous, expecting laughter, "Right then," Ron sighed over-dramatically and turned back to face the up straight and cracking his fingers.
He gave a short pause before beginning to belt out a stunningly awful rendition of a Celestina Warbeck classic he'd heard so many times.
After howling away the first verse, Ron gave into the pent-up laughter and joined Harry and Hermione who had practically doubled over with laughter.
The tension had broken and slowly, but surely the laughter faded into conversation as the trio began reminiscing about Hogwarts.
"I still think Fred and George's… leaving celebration, tops the lot; Umbridge's face alone" Harry said laughing fondly at the memory.
"I don't know... I think the best case of pay-back may belong to Hermione," Ron announced proudly, "I'll never forget seeing you smack Malfoy right between his beady eyes" he finished, prompting them all to laugh as he re-enacted the scene.
When Harry had excused himself to go to the bathroom, Hermione, feeling more relaxed turned to Ron, "Thanks, I- we all needed that" he smiled back at her, nodding.
"Still, that piano playing" she shuddered, "you just gave me a preview of what to face if I ever come across a Boggart…"she mocked, laughing again as she caught sigh of Ron's appalled expression.
"Well! I'd like to see you do better!"Hermione, not one to shrink at such a challenge, crossed over to the piano, sat at the keys and, casting a look of defiance at Ron, began to play.
The joke melted away; the music was soft and dreamlike, nothing Ron had heard before, "what is it?" he asked.
"It's Debussy," she replied, "he's a muggle musician, one of the first things my Dad taught me".
Ron got up to watch her and she made room for him on the stool to join couldn't help but be impressed, or surprised; as talented as he knew Hermione was, he wouldn't have thought of her as musical. But the beautiful song she was producing… it felt right.
Harry re-entered the room, "Wow, that's… nice Hermione," he said smiling and looking as surprised as Ron had, "not that you didn't sound just as beautiful, Ron" he laughed, nudging him, "well, that's pure talent for you, mate" he replied.
"Try this…" Hermione said, bringing his eyes back down to the watched as her long, slender fingers glided across the keys with ease, producing a simpler tune. Feeling like he had it, he made an attempt at copying, realising all to soon that his fingers weren't the type to glide anywhere, but trip over each other and looked more like a bunch of clumsy Troll's racing toward a plate of meat.
"Here," she laughed softly, and leaned over taking his hand in her own and puppeteering it to create the tune. He tried to pay attention but her closeness, her warmth, the sweet smell of her perfume…
He wasn't sure of a time when she looked more beautiful than now; her face illuminated by the glowing gas lamp atop the piano, reflecting in her dark eyes.
Expression calm and soothed with a soft concentration and he could just tell her, if he could just lean over and-
"Hermione?"Harry.
Of course he couldn't say anything. Stupid to think of it.
The music stopped and she let go of his hand, "Do you think we could get The Prophet from nearby, I think it'd be sensible to keep track of what's going on, even if it is Voldemort controlling the news…"
Ron gave up on playing and shut the lid.
Ooooooh, moody Ron!
Thought I'd stick that on the end there, you know, in prep of his fear of Harry and Hermione's relationship being brought out in the locket and whatnot…
Actually, seeing as I've got you here; thanks and mucho love to the reviewers, everyone that's faved the story and added it to updates. I didn't actually realise the amount until I checked my e-mail properly, so thanks :) all of your support means so much to me
Anyhow, I've come to the realisation that my ordering is all messed up and it could appear confusing, so I'll start putting times and stuff with each chapter, so far the order goes:
C1. Order of the Phoenix
C2. Half-blood Prince
C3. Deathly Hallows
C4. Post-Deathly Hallows (following the battle of Hogwarts)
C5. Deathly Hallows