Hermione, Harry, and the Fifth Year Christmas!
Part Two
By Alicia Jennings
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"Susan?" Harry whispered. "How much of that did you hear?"
"Enough." she answered simply, sitting beside him on the four-poster. "Harry...why can't you just talk to Hermione? I don't like this Viktor dude. I have a feeling that his relationship to Hermione is all talk and no love."
"I'm sure it is," Harry answered bitterly. "But what can I do about it? Nothing."
"Harry! Yes you can! TALK to her!" Susan was exasperated. "Okay. I'm going to make this very, very, VERY simple. Come with me."
"Why?" Harry was dragged to the door.
"I know where Hermione is. And I'm gonna make you talk to her, 'cause I can't get a straight answer to why she's so upset."
"Su-SAN!"
"Shush!" Susan hissed, "Or I'll curse you so bad, you'll be barely recognizable. And that's something to say, since you're the most famous wizard alive."
"Haha," Harry said sarcastically.
Susan continued to drag Harry and his protests out of Gryffindor Tower, down one hall, then another, to a broom closet, which she opened. A small figure with curly brown hair was huddled in a corner.
"Hermione?" Harry whispered. "What's wrong?"
Hermione turned toward him, mascara smudged around her eyes. "Harry....." She burst into tears.
Harry, forgetting about Susan, rushed towards Hermione to comfort her. "Shh....it's okay." He smoothed her hair. "Herm, what's wrong?" At this moment, he noticed that Susan had left and closed the door.
"Harry.....Viktor....." Hermione sniffed. "Viktor's been seeing Pansy Parkinson all this time."
Harry choked. "Pansy. Pug-nosed, ignorant Pansy?"
"Uh-huh...." Hermione leaned her head on his shoulder. "I feel so awful! Him choosing Pansy over me...." She snorted. "Some Christmas present. I feel so low..."
"Don't. I think you're the greatest."
***
Intermission-
A note from the author: OKAY, people. We owe Harry a little privacy, since this is his first kiss, and I'm going to tell you why. I was talking to my b/f one day.....BEFORE we started going out....and I recieved my first kiss. UNFORTUNATELY, the biggest blabbermouth in school was listening through the door, and wanted to know why it got so quiet all of the sudden. Okay? SEE my position on this issue? Ahem. Are they done yet? Come up for air....UP for air....there ya go.
Intermission over-
***
Harry sat, kind of stunned at what he had done. Hermione laughed, shakily. "I guess for every bad Christmas present, there's a good one too."
"Mmhmm."
"Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"Can we get out of this closet before rumors fly?"
"Aww, who cares about them?"
"True."
~
At about 2am, Harry and Hermione appeared in the common room, hand-in-hand and giggly.
"Well, it's about bloody time!" exploded Ron. "We were worried!"
Susan looked at them quizically. "Were you in that closet all this time?"
Lavender joined in. "Closet?"
So did Parvati. "Oooh! May I ask what happened?"
"Thanks, Susan," Hermione said sarcastically.
"Anytime."
~
Christmas Day
~
"MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!" yelled Hermione, running into the boy's dorms. They were empty except for Harry and Ron.
"Merry Christmas, Herm," said Harry sleepily, poking his head out of the curtains to give her a kiss.
"Oh GUYS," said Ron, "Can you save it? Let's open some presents in the common room. Give us five minutes, okay, Herm?"
"FIVE minutes. And then I'm starting without you." Hermione skipped out to the common room.
Harry and Ron, knowing that Hermione was serious, quickly donned their robes and ran combs through their hair. Harry seized his gifts for Hermione and Ron, then dashed downstairs, Ron on his heels.
Hermione, once again, looked georgeous today. Her curly hair was pulled back, and she was wearing her regular school robes. For some reason, Harry thought she looked angelic. Maybe that's just love.
"Ooooh! I've got your presents." Hermione held out two packages. "Merry Christmas!" She gave the two each a kiss on the cheek.
"Hey!" said Harry, in mock jealousy. Hermione laughed, and accepted her package from him. There was a ton of flying paper, and then....
"Wow! Thanks, Harry! A pair of dress robes that aren't maroon!" -Ron
"Hermione! Another book on Quidditch! Thanks, my old one's about worn out..." -Harry
"Ron! These earrings are beautiful!" -Hermione
"Hey, Herm! These pumpkin pasties weren't made by house elves, were they?" -Ron
"Oh, wow, Ron! Thanks, this candy will be good for my summer stash...." -Harry
And then, it was time for Hermione to open her gift from Harry. Slowly, she unwrapped the small box. It was a ring, with a heart in the middle of the circle.
"Merry Christmas, Hermione. I love you."
~
Author's Note:
Okay. I've got a few thanks to ALL OF YOU this Christmas!
First of all, thanks for staying with me. Some of my first stories were kinda crappy, but they got better with experience. And I would have never continued if I didn't know a few of you were sitting on the edge of your seats, wanting to know what happens next! I've got a few special thanks-I'm not favoring, just have some more to say.
Burrow Girl- Thanks for being the first to read "The Power of Love" and suggesting a few changes.
Lily McCleary: Not only are you a reader, you're a friend! Thanks so much for being there.
Kammie: What can I say? You're great! Go for your dreams!
Crazy Poet: Not only do you keep up an online school, you find time to read my stuff! Thanks!
Katelyn: You poor dear. :-) My BestFriend(TM) who has to put up with me asking her, "Should I-" "What about THIS for a story?" Love ya! Remember the SpumbleChuzz and ChumbleSpuzz!
Kara: I feel sorry for you too, since you're also my BestFriend. :-) I think you thought I was crazy at first, but then I let you read some of my stories, and then you understood my obsession..... :-) Thanks for always being there ever since third grade. "I pwomise to be best fwiends fowever and ever..."
To everyone: I LOVE YOU ALL! Just because I didn't mention you by name CERTAINLY doesn't mean you're not important! Thanks so much for always being there. May God bless you this Christmas, and have a happy New Year!
Sirius: Merry Christmas, Alicia!
Alicia: Merry Christmas, Sirius. Merry Christmas everyone!
-Alicia
Part Two
By Alicia Jennings
~
"Susan?" Harry whispered. "How much of that did you hear?"
"Enough." she answered simply, sitting beside him on the four-poster. "Harry...why can't you just talk to Hermione? I don't like this Viktor dude. I have a feeling that his relationship to Hermione is all talk and no love."
"I'm sure it is," Harry answered bitterly. "But what can I do about it? Nothing."
"Harry! Yes you can! TALK to her!" Susan was exasperated. "Okay. I'm going to make this very, very, VERY simple. Come with me."
"Why?" Harry was dragged to the door.
"I know where Hermione is. And I'm gonna make you talk to her, 'cause I can't get a straight answer to why she's so upset."
"Su-SAN!"
"Shush!" Susan hissed, "Or I'll curse you so bad, you'll be barely recognizable. And that's something to say, since you're the most famous wizard alive."
"Haha," Harry said sarcastically.
Susan continued to drag Harry and his protests out of Gryffindor Tower, down one hall, then another, to a broom closet, which she opened. A small figure with curly brown hair was huddled in a corner.
"Hermione?" Harry whispered. "What's wrong?"
Hermione turned toward him, mascara smudged around her eyes. "Harry....." She burst into tears.
Harry, forgetting about Susan, rushed towards Hermione to comfort her. "Shh....it's okay." He smoothed her hair. "Herm, what's wrong?" At this moment, he noticed that Susan had left and closed the door.
"Harry.....Viktor....." Hermione sniffed. "Viktor's been seeing Pansy Parkinson all this time."
Harry choked. "Pansy. Pug-nosed, ignorant Pansy?"
"Uh-huh...." Hermione leaned her head on his shoulder. "I feel so awful! Him choosing Pansy over me...." She snorted. "Some Christmas present. I feel so low..."
"Don't. I think you're the greatest."
***
Intermission-
A note from the author: OKAY, people. We owe Harry a little privacy, since this is his first kiss, and I'm going to tell you why. I was talking to my b/f one day.....BEFORE we started going out....and I recieved my first kiss. UNFORTUNATELY, the biggest blabbermouth in school was listening through the door, and wanted to know why it got so quiet all of the sudden. Okay? SEE my position on this issue? Ahem. Are they done yet? Come up for air....UP for air....there ya go.
Intermission over-
***
Harry sat, kind of stunned at what he had done. Hermione laughed, shakily. "I guess for every bad Christmas present, there's a good one too."
"Mmhmm."
"Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"Can we get out of this closet before rumors fly?"
"Aww, who cares about them?"
"True."
~
At about 2am, Harry and Hermione appeared in the common room, hand-in-hand and giggly.
"Well, it's about bloody time!" exploded Ron. "We were worried!"
Susan looked at them quizically. "Were you in that closet all this time?"
Lavender joined in. "Closet?"
So did Parvati. "Oooh! May I ask what happened?"
"Thanks, Susan," Hermione said sarcastically.
"Anytime."
~
Christmas Day
~
"MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!" yelled Hermione, running into the boy's dorms. They were empty except for Harry and Ron.
"Merry Christmas, Herm," said Harry sleepily, poking his head out of the curtains to give her a kiss.
"Oh GUYS," said Ron, "Can you save it? Let's open some presents in the common room. Give us five minutes, okay, Herm?"
"FIVE minutes. And then I'm starting without you." Hermione skipped out to the common room.
Harry and Ron, knowing that Hermione was serious, quickly donned their robes and ran combs through their hair. Harry seized his gifts for Hermione and Ron, then dashed downstairs, Ron on his heels.
Hermione, once again, looked georgeous today. Her curly hair was pulled back, and she was wearing her regular school robes. For some reason, Harry thought she looked angelic. Maybe that's just love.
"Ooooh! I've got your presents." Hermione held out two packages. "Merry Christmas!" She gave the two each a kiss on the cheek.
"Hey!" said Harry, in mock jealousy. Hermione laughed, and accepted her package from him. There was a ton of flying paper, and then....
"Wow! Thanks, Harry! A pair of dress robes that aren't maroon!" -Ron
"Hermione! Another book on Quidditch! Thanks, my old one's about worn out..." -Harry
"Ron! These earrings are beautiful!" -Hermione
"Hey, Herm! These pumpkin pasties weren't made by house elves, were they?" -Ron
"Oh, wow, Ron! Thanks, this candy will be good for my summer stash...." -Harry
And then, it was time for Hermione to open her gift from Harry. Slowly, she unwrapped the small box. It was a ring, with a heart in the middle of the circle.
"Merry Christmas, Hermione. I love you."
~
Author's Note:
Okay. I've got a few thanks to ALL OF YOU this Christmas!
First of all, thanks for staying with me. Some of my first stories were kinda crappy, but they got better with experience. And I would have never continued if I didn't know a few of you were sitting on the edge of your seats, wanting to know what happens next! I've got a few special thanks-I'm not favoring, just have some more to say.
Burrow Girl- Thanks for being the first to read "The Power of Love" and suggesting a few changes.
Lily McCleary: Not only are you a reader, you're a friend! Thanks so much for being there.
Kammie: What can I say? You're great! Go for your dreams!
Crazy Poet: Not only do you keep up an online school, you find time to read my stuff! Thanks!
Katelyn: You poor dear. :-) My BestFriend(TM) who has to put up with me asking her, "Should I-" "What about THIS for a story?" Love ya! Remember the SpumbleChuzz and ChumbleSpuzz!
Kara: I feel sorry for you too, since you're also my BestFriend. :-) I think you thought I was crazy at first, but then I let you read some of my stories, and then you understood my obsession..... :-) Thanks for always being there ever since third grade. "I pwomise to be best fwiends fowever and ever..."
To everyone: I LOVE YOU ALL! Just because I didn't mention you by name CERTAINLY doesn't mean you're not important! Thanks so much for always being there. May God bless you this Christmas, and have a happy New Year!
Sirius: Merry Christmas, Alicia!
Alicia: Merry Christmas, Sirius. Merry Christmas everyone!
-Alicia