~Crush~
Sort of Bridget Jones's Diaryish...Hermione isn't thinking about studies this time....
I know I am a little overreacting about you coming, but I have to look my best. Especially since I've had my brown hair curled. If only I could get hold of those green contacts. Then maybe you'd think I was more creative. I try to wash some of the blush away, not wanting you to think I used muggle makeup, even though I did. I wash some of the eyeliner away to, thinking, this is so stupid. I've never acted like this before. Looks doesn't matter does it? Well it does, I argue with myself. The bathroom mirror is so small that I have to stand up at the edge of the bathtub to see how my rear end looks. I have to lose more weight, I think. And then I see my knobby knees too. I need to gain weight, I think again. And then, I am aware that Ron is watching me. "Ron!" I yell, and then I fell off. It's like a blossom moment, in slow motion. I slip, and I guess you guys would think I would fall into Ronald's arms like Cindrella, yet the lousy catcher he is, he does not suceed on catching me, leaving me with a spranged ankle, crying in pain while Ron holds out his arms like an idiot. "Ron, you idiot!" I say. Ron looks baffled. "Maybe you shouldn't invade people's privacy!" I say, and Ron does nothing. Rolling my eyes, I lean on him for support as he walks to the hall. And then my heart skips a beat, because I hear a car honk outside and after a few moments I hear the doorbell ring. I am so excited that when *you* come into the house, I fall over Ron's arms and I fall flat into my face into the carpet. Ron laughs and picks some of the rug fluff of my curled hair. I try to get to you, but Ginny comes walking down the stairs as if she's a princess, wearing a soft mini skirt and a flower stripped t- shirt that goes up slightly over the skirt. "Mum, who in Merlin rang the-" she stops and sees you, smiling good naturely. "Oh hullo, Harry." she blushes a bit. Virginia Weasley you fool, you stole my moment! I think, seeing Harry smile a bit. "And who's this?" he says. That's the thing that makes me weak at the knees. Harry you fool, you don't regonize her a bit! I think, looking at you. Ron scowls. "Harry, that's Ginny!" he says. You look surprised. "Oh! Ginny!" your face burns red and you both look at each other nervously as if this is a dear diary moment. "Hullo." Ginny says again. Pratty little - I think, stopping myself to look at her. Ginny's face seems longer, and she has dimples! Not one pimple, that lousy lucky prat. She probably got some work done, I think, even if she doesn't have the money. I know I am wrong, but still there has to be an excuse of why Ginny has such a perfect face- and Merlin! She's two inches taller than Harry and I! What the hell is that? Is Ginny's blue eyes turning baby blue? Okay, I know I am going crazy over this, but Harry doesn't seem to even notice I exist, especially when I am wearing my school uniform. If it worked for that idiot muggle Britney Spears, why doesn't it look sexy on me? I think of all this as Ginny and you flirt with your eyes. Damn you Ginny! I think. You are not getting away with this!But she does. "Harry, I'll show you my room, I just got new posters of muggles, I want you to name them.." she says, and you follow her reluctantly, smiling. Oh freak. Why the hell is she doing this to me? Then I remember my leg. It pains so much. Ronald grabs my arm, helping me up. I know he has a thing for me, but c'mon, the guy totally goes against everything I believe in. And now he's grabbing my waist so tightly I feel like a water balloon. "Ron, it's alright, I think I am going to sit right here on the couch." I say, and I can see he's a bit disappointed. Well get used to rejection, I think. I certainly am going to. I see Ron leave the living room to rumble about in the kitchen, so I walk up the stairs, limping and cursing as I go. I look into Ginny's room, (peek actually) and I see Ginny pointing to one of the posters, and you are nodding along, and I see your legs touch for a bit. Trying to hide all my anger inside, I come in and look around. Ginny looks at me, surprised. You old fool, you think I am going to let you have Harry now? "Herm? Did you want to sleep?" Ginny asks, motioning to the bed thats clamped up right next to hers. I shake my head and force a smile at you. "How were the Dursleys?" I ask, trying to make conversation. You shrug a bit. "Fine 'cept Dudley is going haywire on his diet." you say grinning. I laugh. Ginny looks at me, shooting darts my way, but I don't give a freak. She doesn't deserve him, I DO. It isn't fair. You look around the room then leave shortly after. Ginny doesn't talk to me, she just lays in her bed, eyes closed, probably thinking how I interuppted them. Well tough. I think, watching her sleep. She looks adorable, and I can see how you like her, but I was always on your side, wasn't I? I look at her breathe softly and I have a terrible urge to kick her. Maybe I could get away with it, I think. Putting my feet straight out, I sleep in a line, and look at Ginny sleeping. I kick her harshly, and she jumps up screaming furiously. I pretend to be asleep, and I get up, trying to look shocked. "Ginny, whats the problem?" I ask her. She looks at me suspiciously, and Mrs.Weasley arrives. "Virginia! Are you alright?" she asks, looking at Ginny with a worried expression. Ginny gives me another curious murderous glance before turning back to her mum. "Fine, Mum. Got a awful turn on my ribs in my leg though." she says, and Mrs.Weasley leads her out of the room. Soon after, I am alone, spread out in the beds. You come shortly afterwards. "Gin alright?" you ask, and it brings a lump in my throat to know that you actually care about her, and I can see your very worried. Why did you have to fall for her, and not me? Why her? Do I have some sort of bloody disease, or what? You sit next to me on the bed, and I get up, pretending to examine my toes, even though what I am actually concentrating on is you sitting very close to me. "She's alright." I mutter, bitterly. You look relieved for a second. Then you ask, "She looks quite different this summer, doesn't she?" you ask, dreamily. I feel like wanting to punch you in your guts. But what about me, you sick pervert? Didn't you ever notice me around? I stay silent though and then the words that tumble out of my mouth are, "Must seem to like it." I can't believe I said that, especially in front of you. You don't exactly seem to mind, however. You grin. "Oh c'mon, Herm, you know you'll still be my number one girl." you say, grinning teasingly. I can't tell if your teasing and joking or not. I try not to ask. I need someway to let you fall for me. Something. And then I have the most stupidest craziest spoiled idea yet. I pretend to sniff. "Herm?" you ask softly, and I am delighted that you actually notice me and your actually concerned. "Oh Harry, it's my parents...they're ill well actually my mum." I say, these lies tumbiling out of my mouth. Cry, Herm, Cry my mind seem to say. And that's when I burst into tears. "Herm!" you exclaim. I put my head in your lap, crying on your pants. Muhhaha, I think. My tears disolve and I look up at you seductivley, my fingers wandering your neck. "You know Harry, Ginny's not the only one that looks different.." I say flirterously, nuzziling my cheek against your neck. I feel you shiver and it would be perfect until Mrs.Weasley comes back, saying that dinner's ready. Damn you old woman! I think, before following you downstairs to dinner.
*** Yup, that was the ORIGINAL Hormones, even though it was called Crush and had a different plotline, and it was a whole different thing, thats where i got the idea of hormones from...I just wanted to post that for kicks...
Thanks for reading this perverted ficlet (hormones i mean) :), ~Court
Sort of Bridget Jones's Diaryish...Hermione isn't thinking about studies this time....
I know I am a little overreacting about you coming, but I have to look my best. Especially since I've had my brown hair curled. If only I could get hold of those green contacts. Then maybe you'd think I was more creative. I try to wash some of the blush away, not wanting you to think I used muggle makeup, even though I did. I wash some of the eyeliner away to, thinking, this is so stupid. I've never acted like this before. Looks doesn't matter does it? Well it does, I argue with myself. The bathroom mirror is so small that I have to stand up at the edge of the bathtub to see how my rear end looks. I have to lose more weight, I think. And then I see my knobby knees too. I need to gain weight, I think again. And then, I am aware that Ron is watching me. "Ron!" I yell, and then I fell off. It's like a blossom moment, in slow motion. I slip, and I guess you guys would think I would fall into Ronald's arms like Cindrella, yet the lousy catcher he is, he does not suceed on catching me, leaving me with a spranged ankle, crying in pain while Ron holds out his arms like an idiot. "Ron, you idiot!" I say. Ron looks baffled. "Maybe you shouldn't invade people's privacy!" I say, and Ron does nothing. Rolling my eyes, I lean on him for support as he walks to the hall. And then my heart skips a beat, because I hear a car honk outside and after a few moments I hear the doorbell ring. I am so excited that when *you* come into the house, I fall over Ron's arms and I fall flat into my face into the carpet. Ron laughs and picks some of the rug fluff of my curled hair. I try to get to you, but Ginny comes walking down the stairs as if she's a princess, wearing a soft mini skirt and a flower stripped t- shirt that goes up slightly over the skirt. "Mum, who in Merlin rang the-" she stops and sees you, smiling good naturely. "Oh hullo, Harry." she blushes a bit. Virginia Weasley you fool, you stole my moment! I think, seeing Harry smile a bit. "And who's this?" he says. That's the thing that makes me weak at the knees. Harry you fool, you don't regonize her a bit! I think, looking at you. Ron scowls. "Harry, that's Ginny!" he says. You look surprised. "Oh! Ginny!" your face burns red and you both look at each other nervously as if this is a dear diary moment. "Hullo." Ginny says again. Pratty little - I think, stopping myself to look at her. Ginny's face seems longer, and she has dimples! Not one pimple, that lousy lucky prat. She probably got some work done, I think, even if she doesn't have the money. I know I am wrong, but still there has to be an excuse of why Ginny has such a perfect face- and Merlin! She's two inches taller than Harry and I! What the hell is that? Is Ginny's blue eyes turning baby blue? Okay, I know I am going crazy over this, but Harry doesn't seem to even notice I exist, especially when I am wearing my school uniform. If it worked for that idiot muggle Britney Spears, why doesn't it look sexy on me? I think of all this as Ginny and you flirt with your eyes. Damn you Ginny! I think. You are not getting away with this!But she does. "Harry, I'll show you my room, I just got new posters of muggles, I want you to name them.." she says, and you follow her reluctantly, smiling. Oh freak. Why the hell is she doing this to me? Then I remember my leg. It pains so much. Ronald grabs my arm, helping me up. I know he has a thing for me, but c'mon, the guy totally goes against everything I believe in. And now he's grabbing my waist so tightly I feel like a water balloon. "Ron, it's alright, I think I am going to sit right here on the couch." I say, and I can see he's a bit disappointed. Well get used to rejection, I think. I certainly am going to. I see Ron leave the living room to rumble about in the kitchen, so I walk up the stairs, limping and cursing as I go. I look into Ginny's room, (peek actually) and I see Ginny pointing to one of the posters, and you are nodding along, and I see your legs touch for a bit. Trying to hide all my anger inside, I come in and look around. Ginny looks at me, surprised. You old fool, you think I am going to let you have Harry now? "Herm? Did you want to sleep?" Ginny asks, motioning to the bed thats clamped up right next to hers. I shake my head and force a smile at you. "How were the Dursleys?" I ask, trying to make conversation. You shrug a bit. "Fine 'cept Dudley is going haywire on his diet." you say grinning. I laugh. Ginny looks at me, shooting darts my way, but I don't give a freak. She doesn't deserve him, I DO. It isn't fair. You look around the room then leave shortly after. Ginny doesn't talk to me, she just lays in her bed, eyes closed, probably thinking how I interuppted them. Well tough. I think, watching her sleep. She looks adorable, and I can see how you like her, but I was always on your side, wasn't I? I look at her breathe softly and I have a terrible urge to kick her. Maybe I could get away with it, I think. Putting my feet straight out, I sleep in a line, and look at Ginny sleeping. I kick her harshly, and she jumps up screaming furiously. I pretend to be asleep, and I get up, trying to look shocked. "Ginny, whats the problem?" I ask her. She looks at me suspiciously, and Mrs.Weasley arrives. "Virginia! Are you alright?" she asks, looking at Ginny with a worried expression. Ginny gives me another curious murderous glance before turning back to her mum. "Fine, Mum. Got a awful turn on my ribs in my leg though." she says, and Mrs.Weasley leads her out of the room. Soon after, I am alone, spread out in the beds. You come shortly afterwards. "Gin alright?" you ask, and it brings a lump in my throat to know that you actually care about her, and I can see your very worried. Why did you have to fall for her, and not me? Why her? Do I have some sort of bloody disease, or what? You sit next to me on the bed, and I get up, pretending to examine my toes, even though what I am actually concentrating on is you sitting very close to me. "She's alright." I mutter, bitterly. You look relieved for a second. Then you ask, "She looks quite different this summer, doesn't she?" you ask, dreamily. I feel like wanting to punch you in your guts. But what about me, you sick pervert? Didn't you ever notice me around? I stay silent though and then the words that tumble out of my mouth are, "Must seem to like it." I can't believe I said that, especially in front of you. You don't exactly seem to mind, however. You grin. "Oh c'mon, Herm, you know you'll still be my number one girl." you say, grinning teasingly. I can't tell if your teasing and joking or not. I try not to ask. I need someway to let you fall for me. Something. And then I have the most stupidest craziest spoiled idea yet. I pretend to sniff. "Herm?" you ask softly, and I am delighted that you actually notice me and your actually concerned. "Oh Harry, it's my parents...they're ill well actually my mum." I say, these lies tumbiling out of my mouth. Cry, Herm, Cry my mind seem to say. And that's when I burst into tears. "Herm!" you exclaim. I put my head in your lap, crying on your pants. Muhhaha, I think. My tears disolve and I look up at you seductivley, my fingers wandering your neck. "You know Harry, Ginny's not the only one that looks different.." I say flirterously, nuzziling my cheek against your neck. I feel you shiver and it would be perfect until Mrs.Weasley comes back, saying that dinner's ready. Damn you old woman! I think, before following you downstairs to dinner.
*** Yup, that was the ORIGINAL Hormones, even though it was called Crush and had a different plotline, and it was a whole different thing, thats where i got the idea of hormones from...I just wanted to post that for kicks...
Thanks for reading this perverted ficlet (hormones i mean) :), ~Court