One Moment in Time
Author: Ohepelss Oramtnci
Spoilers: All Four Books
Category: Romance
Keywords: Harry Potter/ Hermione Granger
Rating: Hmm… how about Pg-Pg-13
Summary: Hermione thinks Ron is cheating on her and breaks up with him. Both are equally upset, and during this time, Harry stands by Hermione and helps her through. Would love eventually blossom between them or would them remain as best friends like they began with?
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter related characters belong to Ms. J.K.Rowling. Other characters which you do not recognize belong to yours truly. Song Pretty Woman belongs to Roy Orbison. But I have no clue as to who "Never On A Sunday" Belongs to.
Author's Note: Another Chapter. Working when I have the time, which happens to be today, so here you go. Enjoy it.
Thanks to all who reviewed or read the story :D
Chapter 7: Pretty Woman
It has already been days since Chinese New Year had taken place and Hermione has not visibly cheered up. Sure, she was happy for a moment there, but now, she's back to sulking and moping around the hotel. No matter what Harry said, he couldn't get her to smile nor drag her out of the hotel to enjoy herself. He was already getting out of ideas. Perhaps there was a last resort to cheer her up… perhaps…
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Hermione sat at the table of the hotel playing with the straw in her fruit cocktail, twisting it around her finger and gently stirring it around the tall glass cup. She was bored and she didn't want to go anywhere… besides wallow in despair. For a moment, she didn't felt like doing anything. Unlikely of her, but still, she couldn't help it. No matter how she try, okay, so she didn't really try, but she couldn't make herself forget him. Scenes from their past will always replay itself in her mind over and over again.
Back in 5th year, Hermione and Ron had only just started dating. Their relationship was pretty much simple - just holding hands and a few simple hugs. Of course, Hermione was just happy with that, Ron, perhaps wanted a little more, let's say, a kiss. Hermione hadn't been kissed nor kissed any one before, and her first kiss was a beautiful experience, one that she will always remember in her mind.
:: Flashback::
It was the holidays and Hermione and Harry and went over to the Burrow to spent time with Ron and his family-Harry, to escape from the Dursley, Hermione, to spend time with her boyfriend. It was a beautiful holiday. Summer wasn't too hot with occasional breeze blowing around the beach which was situated near the Burrow. The trio spent lots of time at the beach, playing in the sand and with the waves.
It just so happened that day that Harry went out with his current girlfriend, a girl from Ravenclaw, not Cho Chang, but another girl unknown to the both of them. Rather than stay in the house and rot, they had went out to the beach and played.
Hermione's hair was no longer as bushy as it was and she had tied it up in a simple and straight ponytail - advantages of magic. It was a wonderful time, just the two of them alone on the sandy beaches, the waves hitting the shore every now and than. Sunset was near and they had had a mat laid and sat to watch the sun setting. The mixture of the colours, azure, orange and red blended like water colours on a piece of paper. It was beautiful, with different shades occurring at different positions in the sky. It half made Hermione wished she had a camera to take down this beautiful scenery.
Warmth was slowly decreasing as the sun set. There was still an hour before dark. Ron sneaked a look at Hermione. She was beautiful. The setting sun had framed her crouching figure perfectly; the beads of water droplets rolled down her cheeks and glistened in the sun. Hermione's beautiful, I knew that, but never was she as beautiful as this, what would it feel like to kiss those luscious red lips of her.
Within Ron's head, a scheme was already planned out. He would do anything to get a chance to kiss those lips of hers. Ron shifted silently and slowly, edging by the minute closer to the Hermione. Hermione, being captivated by the scene, made no move or indications that she had noticed Ron's oncoming figure. A silly grin formed on Ron's face as he leaned in for the kill. Busted. Hermione had noticed and quickly stood up, arms cross over her chest. Ron fell flat and kissed the mat which was full of sand particles. Hermione laughed at him. He was a sight. Ron stood out and try his best to spit out the sand from within his mouth.
"Want to kiss me? Not a chance." Hermione taunted before she ran on her bare feet over the sand. Ron wiped his mouth and ran after her. This began their chase.
Oh, you can kiss me on a Monday, a Monday,
A Monday is very very good
Or you can kiss me on a Tuesday, a Tuesday,
A Tuesday, in fact I wish you would
Or you can kiss me on a Wednesday, a Thursday,
A Friday and Saturday is best
But never ever on a Sunday, a Sunday,
A Sunday, cause that's my day of rest
Hermione laughed as she ran around the trees in the formation of eights, escaping Ron's continuous pounces. He got a kiss, yes, a kiss from the sand, but not from his lady Hermione and he sure wasn't about to give up yet.
Most anyday you can be my guest
Anyday you say but my day of rest
Just name the day that you like the best
Only stay away on my day of rest
Hermione peeked out from the side of the tree, only to see Ron's grinning face. She turned around the other side, only to see Ron once again. Both of them started to prowl around the tree like a prey and its predator, playing the game of hunting. No matter which side Hermione turned to, she would always come face to face with a grinning Ron.
Oh, you can kiss me on a cool day, a hot day,
A wet day, which ever one you choose
Or try to kiss me on a grey day, a May day,
A pay day, and see if I refuse
And if you make it on a bleak day, a freak day,
Or a week day, well you can be my guest
But never ever on a Sunday, a Sunday,
The one day, I need a little rest
So, it went on. They scurried from tree to tree. When Hermione sped up, Ron did the same. When Hermione stopped, Ron stopped. So Hermione would run out from behind a tree, with Ron just two trees away, right behind her. If she was to stop and duck behind a tree, Ron would stop and duck behind a tree. It was a hilarious scene. Passer-bys who had been taking a stroll round the beach all stood in a crowd to watch this two young lovers.
Oh, you can kiss me on a Monday, a Monday,
A Monday is very very good
Or you can kiss me on a Tuesday, a Tuesday,
A Tuesday, in fact I wish you would
Or you can kiss me on a Wednesday, a Thursday,
A Friday and Saturday is best
But never ever on a Sunday, a Sunday,
A Sunday, cause that's my day of rest
The frolicking around trees stopped, but their chase hadn't. They were running through the rose bushes in the park nearby. As they run pass, passer-bys would stopped and stared at them in surprise. Imagine two young adults, dressed only in their swim-wear running about in a park full of children and properly dressed people. They were certainly special, one in a kind is what one would say.
Most anyday you can be my guest
Anyday you say but my day of rest
Just name the day that you like the best
Only stay away on my day of rest
The park was soon ditched behind, it didn't seem like any moment that these chase was going to stop. Both of them didn't seem in the least bit tired. Hermione had made a detour back to the beach and made a dive into the water. Ron stood at the edge, arms at his waist. Hermione poked her head out of the water and stuck her tongue out at him. Taking a few steps back, he ran in full speed towards the edge of the water and jumped in after her.
Oh, you can kiss me on a cool day, a hot day,
A wet day, which ever one you choose
Or try to kiss me on a grey day, a May day,
A pay day, and see if I refuse
And if you make it on a bleak day, a freak day,
Or a week day, well you can be my guest
But never ever on a Sunday, a Sunday,
The one day, I need a little rest!
Hermione quickly wade further away, but it was too late. Ron had pounced on her, sending spurts of water into the air. His weight brought her down to the water, but he had gained a footing and had held her up.
"So what do you say Herm?" Ron asked, his eyes dancing mischievously as he leaned forward. Hermione put a finger to kiss lips and Ron looked at her quizzically.
"Is today a Sunday?" Hermione asked, grinning, knowing the answer.
"Yes, it is, but what I want, is what I get." Ron said as he leaned in and took her lips in her. Hermione reacted to him. He tasted sweet, a little salty from the sea water and bitter from the sand.
People on the beach had their eyes affixed to this couple kissing in the water. It seems like they have had a lot of attention today from people. Many went "awww.." It was a very sweet and romantic scene.
::End of Flashback::
A tear rolled down Hermione's cheek. That was her first kiss, very beautiful, very memorable. If memories keep drifting back to her, how could she ever forget him? She took a sip out of the drink. It was supposed to sour, but now, it tasted salty, perhaps, from her tears that rolled down when she was reminiscing.
The automatic doors opened as Harry rushed in, excited, his face flushed as she quickly dragged Hermione out of her seat. Taken by surprised, she almost tripped.
"Where are you taking me?" Hermione asked.
"Somewhere that will cheer you up." Harry said, grinning as he pulled her all the way across the street. He was determined to cheer her up, and that was what he will do.
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Hermione looked up. It was a theatre. Quiet but it looked majestic. The bricks were old and its plate had Chinese words painted on it. "Da Zhai". Now, what did those words meant? Hermione stood outside, pondering on the two words that had gotten her messed up.
Harry was in a corner, speaking to an Eurasian who was in a blue coloured suit. When he was done, Harry quickly grabbed hold of Hermione's hand and dragged her into the theatre.
"What the?" Hermione trailed off as she was pulled through the swinging doors of the theatre. The theatre had a musty smell to it. It seemed so desolate, with an eerie feeling to it, and the phobia of the entire theatre falling upon them. Bright lights were suddenly turned on. Both Harry and Hermione and nothing to fear about ghosts, they had met many themselves, but these were Chinese ghosts, but still, it shouldn't be a problem. Harry led Hermione to one of the tattered and dusty cushion seat when he sat her down on it.
"Give me a minute. I'll be back." Harry said, with a grin on his face. He knew his plan was going to work. Well, it had to. Hermione watched Harry's disappearing figure and suddenly felt lonely, and a little bit cold. The theatre was huge and she was just only one soul in the entire place. Harry had gone. For a moment, she wished Ron was here with her.
The lights at the back suddenly dimmed and the stage lights brightened. Though old, they worked very well and produced luminous light. The heavy velvet blue curtains draw noisily apart, sweeping up the dust only the floor towards backstage. Hermione was shocked. There were no performances due in this old theatre, how could there be a show? A show performed by ghost perhaps. Now, that was supposed to make her feel better.
Just as she was about to step up to leave, a spotlight focused on the corner of the screen, and music started playing on the squeaky old speakers. Hermione watched, entranced.
Pretty woman, walkin' down the street
Pretty woman the kind I like to meet
Pretty woman I don't believe you, you're not the truth
No one could look as good as you - mercy
At this moment, from the corner of the stage, a woman, or rather, Harry dressed like a woman, swaying his hips and flipping his hair, singing to the tune of Pretty Woman, a particular famous movie back in the days. Harry had donned a blonde wig which reached his waist and had put on a hot pink dress and work high heels. He began walking across the stage, pretending to be a woman. Hermione looked at his shocked. This was not the Harry she knew, what ever made him become… become… become a sissy. Harry blew a kiss towards her, grin cheekily, before disappearing behind the backstage.
Pretty woman won't you pardon me
Pretty woman I couldn't help but see
Pretty woman that you look lovely as can be
Are you lonely just like me
Harry appeared again on stage, but this time, he was dressed a lot like Charlie Chaplin. He had a walking stick and had those weird looking moustaches and lifted his hat every now and than, bowing to imaginary people, raising his hats as if he was searching for someone. And when he finally did, he would stop momentarily halfway on the stage and point his stick in the direction, before running off the backstage again. Hermione watched, shocked, entranced, a smile slowing forming on her face.
Pretty woman stop awhile
Pretty woman talk awhile
Pretty woman give your smile to me
Pretty woman yeah, yeah, yeah
Pretty woman look my way
Pretty woman say you'll stay with me
Cuz I need you, I'll treat you right
Come with me baby, be mine tonight
Harry appeared again, this time as a clown with a big nose. He gave Hermione a stupid grin before moving about in those abnormally big shoes of his, singing to the tune. Looking around, doing tricks, and shaking his backside every now and than. Suddenly, he started bowing and tried to squeeze himself into a small car, but ended up with on leg in the car and tried to skate all the way out of the stage but slipped and fell, rolling out of the stage with his back on the floor, cleaning it of its dust. Hermione watched opened mouth, and tried to stifle her laughter. It was hard, but she had to.
Pretty woman don't walk on by
Pretty woman don't make me cry
Pretty woman don't walk away, OK
If that's the way it must be, OK
I guess I'll go on home, it's late
There'll be tomorrow night, but wait
What do I see?
This time, Harry walked out once again, his normal self, donning a midnight blue robe, looking as ravishing and handsome he had ever been, his hair still jutting out at all four corners, his mysterious green eyes sparkling with mischief. Seeing that Hermione had smiled, he knew he had accomplished his mission. As he sang, he made face expression according to the lyrics. A crying face, and unhappy face, a disappointed face. Hermione could no longer controlled her laughter, burst out laughing. This was one of the first time in weeks that she had actually laughed. It was good to laugh. Suddenly all was gone, and only Harry and her existed, the songs he sang, he actions he did.
Is she walkin' back to me?
Yeah, she's walkin' back to me
Oh, oh, pretty woman
Nearing the end of the song, Harry sauntered down suavely, an action which would make most girls drop dead at his feet. He headed towards Hermione, enjoying every moment of it, a smirk plastered on his face as he stepped closer. Hermione just looked at him with a certain interest and a similar smirk on her face. He circled round her once, before grabbing her around the waist and pulling her closer to him just as the music ended.
"May I have the honour of treating you to tonight's dinner, my pretty lady?" Harry asked, an eyebrow cocked high up as he looked at her.
"Anything you say." Hermione said smiling as Harry propped her upright. And together, these two best friends, walk out together hand in hand, singing and kicking their legs, can-can style, much to the amusement of passer-bys, to the song of Pretty Woman.