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Chapter 5:
A memory
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Hermione stared at herself in the mirror once again, and instead of being horrified.she was completely satisfied. She had on a pair of blue jeans with the 'ripped look,' which she absolutely adored, blue flip flops, and a pale off-the-shoulder blue blouse to match, which showed off her new golden brown tan she had gotten from sunbathing that summer. That summer just happened to be the one she and Fred had shared their first kiss. She remembered it all too perfectly.
Hermione was staying at the Burrow for the summer before her final year at Hogwarts. She was so anxious about getting her letter, because she thought for sure that she had made Head Girl. Unfortunately, she didn't receive the Head Girl badge in her letter, which had her cooped up in the room, which she and Ginny shared for that summer.
"Hermione, come on out, and play a game with us all!" said Harry, being his usually soothing self through the door. "It'll get your mind off of." he trailed off, not wanting to say that she didn't make Head girl, because he was too afraid it would make her break down again like it did earlier that day.
"Go away!" was Hermione's response, followed by audible sobs.
Harry sighed and gave up, because he knew she wouldn't budge.no matter what he said.
While Harry walked away, he didn't notice that one of the Weasley boys were in the hallway, watching in the shadows.
Fred Weasley took a step from out of the corner, after he made sure everyone was up in Ron's room.
Since he was of age, he took out his wand and whispered, "Alohomora," at the locked door. The knob made a clicking sound, which noted him that the door was now unlocked.
Fred opened the door slightly and looked through the cracked door, making sure Hermione hadn't heard him.
When he saw her facing the opposite direction, and her face in the pillows, sniffling, he knew it would probably be safe to go on in.
He walked in slowly, and shut the door, barely making a sound.
Hermione seemed to have heard him tiptoeing in, because she said, "What do you want?" But obviously, she didn't seem to know who it was, because she then quickly added, "And who are you?"
"Why, my dear, Hermione, I am deeply offended that you do not know who I am," was his response, with one hand over his heart, in mock hurt.
"Go away, Fred.or George.or whoever you are," she said in her 'I-don't-care-so-leave-me-alone' voice.
"You were right the first time," Fred said, ignoring her tone, and was now gazing at her beautiful brown locks, - that almost looked gold, because of the sunlight shining through the window, that was hitting her hair - lying carelessly on the pillow. All he wanted was to touch it just once.and he did.
Hermoine turned around in surprise, and her eyes locked with his. She had never seen such deep blue eyes. She tried to pull away, but they were like magnets. She thought she felt her heart stop beating when he started to lean down towards her, but she wasn't sure, because she was too busy waiting for his lips to lock with hers.
And when it seemed like forever.it happened. She felt like she was being lifted off the ground by an invisible force, and straight into heaven. But just as quick as it happened, it ended. Hermione was in complete shock.
The memory left a smile on her face. She loved Fred. I mean, what other logical reason to marry him was there? I'll tell you...none.
She again stared at herself in the mirror. To add to her look, her hair wasn't curly anymore, but it wasn't straight, either. They were in beautiful waves, which cascaded down her shoulders, and framed her face perfectly. She was wearing a bit of glitter on her neck and chest, and some pale blue eye shadow. She was also wearing a bit of mascara, but not too much. She wasn't wearing eyeliner, but instead she had glitter on her eyelids. She wasn't wearing lipstick, but clear gloss that made her lips shine. She could barely recognize herself. She knew that she was a bit pretty...but not like this.
"Wow," Hermione said, truly amazed.
"So, you really like it then?" asked Lavender, who was very pleased with herself.
"Like it?" Hermione asked, stunned. "Like it? I love it!"
Parvati smiled in satisfaction, and said, "I knew you would just love it!"
"Thanks, you guys!" smiled Hermione sweetly. "Even though I didn't really want you guys to do any of this...I still love it!"
"Great!" clapped Lavender. "We are so good, aren't we, Vat?"
"That we are, Lav, that we are," replied the other gossip queen.
For once, Hermione was glad that she didn't have to wear her school robes (The new Headmaster didn't require them on Mondays and Fridays...today was, of course, a Monday).
She grabbed her bag, and headed towards the door, feeling extremely confident. Though she could've sweared she heard one of the girls say, "I still liked the other outfit better..." Hermione just rolled her eyes. That was so like them.
When Hermione reached the common room she found Harry and Ron sitting on the couch, waiting for her. When Ron saw her, he blushed and looked away, quickly. Hermione wondered why his face was almost now as red as his hair, and that was saying something...
"C'mon, guys! If you don't hurry up, we're not going to have time to eat breakfast!" Hermione exclaimed, while stepping out of the portrait hole. Ron perked up and the work 'breakfast,' and followed her out, happily. Harry rolled his eyes, but followed. 'Same old, same old...' he thought, jokingly.
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On their way to Defense Against The Dark Arts, Ron was getting a bit nervous. He wanted to ask her to Hogsmeade soon, so he could get it off his chest. He just didn't know when, because he knew if he stopped her right now, she would probably mame him because they were already off to a late start that morning, and she didn't want to miss the first class of the year! Ron started thinking about Hermione...her silky hair...her tan skin...her full lips...her chocolate brown eyes..."Ow!" exclaimed Ron, who was now clutching his head in pain from bumping into a wall.
"Ron! Are you all right?" Hermione came rushing up to him, to check and see if he was injured. Harry was standing in the background, smirking, and trying not to laugh at the sight he saw. Hermione checking his forehead over from where he had bumped it, and Ron's ears turning red at him and Hermione's faces being so close together. When Hermione found that Ron was now able to get to class (even though he had a pretty big bump forming in the middle of his forehead...), she took a step back. "Good...now we can finally move on to class!" she exclaimed, while turning around, and heading straight to class.
"So..." started an amused Harry. "Daydreaming, I see," he finished, chuckling.
"Ha, ha, ha," said Ron, full of sarcasm, "very funny."
Harry smirked a smirk that Draco Malfoy, himself, would be proud of. "I thought so."
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