Title: Jealously and Good Intentions
Author: Michelle
Status: Unfinished
Disclaimer: All rights belong to J.K. Rowling and her publishers. No copyright infringement is intended.
This is just something that came into my head. This chapter is just an intro for the story. I would write more tonight but I'm tired. I'll update soon. I love you guys.
Harry found himself walking down a deserted street; not quite sure exactly where he was headed. The Dursleys were probably just noticing that he wasn't there anymore even though he had been gone for at least three hours. He had left that house, not for something drastic that had just happened, but for all the things that had built up over the years. In fact, that day, the Dursleys had been oddly "nice" to him. Not the kind of nice that most people associate with the word nice; they were just being tolerant.
After the Dursleys had eaten dinner he had simply walked out the door. Now, here he was, walking to God knows where. Harry didn't know exactly what had possessed him to do such a thing as just walk out with no where to go. Whatever it was it didn't change the fact that it was getting a bit dark out. Just enough that he could tell it wouldn't be long until it was dark. All he had on him were the clothes on his back. He didn't even have his wand due to the simple fact that Vernon didn't want him to have his wand. Everything had been locked up (again) because Dudley had sworn that Harry had tried to curse him. There was no way he could get it back. So he had left without it. Surely he would be able to get it back soon enough. He had no intentions of going back there tonight or ever if he could help it.
After a while of walking in no particular direction or pattern he decided he needed to find a place to stay. Even though it was summer there was a cool breeze that made Harry shiver. He needed to find a place to stay. Harry was vaguely aware of the fact that he might have to go back to the Dursleys. This wasn't the first time he had run away from that house. Just when he was about to turn around and go back to the Dursleys a familiar purple bus rounded the corner. It passed him on its way to somewhere else when Harry saw it back up and skid to a halt beside him.
"Stranded again, eh, Harry?" A person Harry recognized as Stan Shunpike said as the door opened. Harry sighed and climbed aboard. "Where to this time, Harry?" Stan said leaning against the side of the bus. Harry strained his brain for a place to go. Ron's house was out of the question because of the last conversation they had. But that wasn't important - at least not right now. There was no where else to go. No where that he could go that he wouldn't be forced to go back to the Dursleys. Hermione, he guessed, was his best option.
He had no idea where she lived, only that she lived in England, and that didn't narrow it down much. He decided he didn't have any other option and he would just have to ask if they knew.
"Hermione Granger's house." Harry muttered, somewhat non-hopefully. "You know where that is?" Harry asked, looking up. Stan just laughed and knocked on the glass. The bus took off at a speedy pace and Harry fell back onto a seat. Assuming that that was a `yes' Harry stared out the window and watched as brightly lit homes flickered by his eyes. Harry wished he could be in one of those brightly lit homes instead of running off to Hermione's house and hoping to God they were there. Hoping that they would let him in.
Sighing deeply Harry laid back and waited worriedly until they arrived.
Harry felt a poke in his arm. There it was again. Harry shifted to get away from whatever it was that was probably making a bruise on his arm.
"Harry." Someone spoke and Harry opened his eyes and squinting in the light. Stan Shunpike was less than a foot away from his face. Harry groaned and sat up. "Mate, you've been asleep for almost a day.
"A day?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, couldn't wake you up yesterday when we made it to Hermione's house." Stan laughed.
"You're a loud dreamer. You may want to work on that." Someone from the back of the bus stated. Harry yawned.
"So where are we then?" Harry asked adjusting the light.
"We're near Hermione's house. Just out of sight." Stan answered. Harry looked down at his watch and realized he really had been asleep for almost a day. It was about 6:00 pm.
"So, are you getting out? We have places to go." The person in the back of the bus said impatiently. Harry got up and staggered out the door waving a quick good-bye to Stan. He brushed himself off and tried to straighten his unruly hair. He looked down the street trying to pick out which house might be Hermione's.
None of the houses were distinctive enough to pick out one from the other. He walked a little ways down the darkening street trying to see in any windows and hoping that no police were around to arrest him for stalking. He glanced around and noticed a rock by one of the mailboxes that oddly enough said `The Grangers'.
Harry recognized his luck and walked towards the house. It was quaint, but not small, and had a homey look to it. He walked up to the door and knocked, hoping that he wasn't disturbing anything. He waited for what seemed like forever until someone came and opened the door. He recognized the man immediately as Hermione's father.
"Hello, Mr. Granger. Sorry if I'm interr - " Mr. Granger just cut him off.
"Don't be a stranger, Harry. You know you're always welcome here." Harry smiled and followed him inside. "We were just eating dinner." He said as he led Harry around the corner and into a room that was attached to a dining room. Before they stepped inside Hermione's dad yelled inside. "Hermione, someone is here to see you." Harry heard Hermione excuse herself from the table.
"Hello." Harry said before being embraced into a hug that even Mrs. Weasley would have been proud of.
"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed. Harry chuckled. "What are you doing here?" Harry's smile faded.
"Dursleys." Harry said simply. Hermione just nodded in understanding.
"Are you hungry? We're just eating now." She said leading him into the dining room. Harry saw Hermione's mother, whom he recognized, and another that he did not. Before Harry could control his mouth he asked
"Who's he?" His tone came out a litter darker than he intended. Hermione didn't say anything. Harry sensed uneasiness and changed the subject quickly. "Hello, Mrs. Granger. You know, Hermione, I'm not really that hungry. I'm just really tired. Is there somewhere I can sleep?" He asked turning towards the door.
"Just up the stairs and the first door on your right. That's my room - go ahead and sleep in there." Hermione said with a sigh. Harry thanked her and her parents and headed up the stairs. Of course he had no intentions of sleeping - he had just woken up from a day of it.
He opened the door to room that he didn't think would ever belong to Hermione. Not a book in sight. He sat down on the bed in the middle of the room. `Who was that downstairs?' Harry asked himself. `Hermione never mentioned a brother.' Harry furrowed his brow. Without thinking he was slipping out the door and down the stairs. That auror training had to come in handy sometime, right?
He quietly slipped around the corner and behind the French doors that divided the two rooms. He peered through the curtains into the room. The boy sitting next to Hermione looked about 16. He had shaggy, unruly brown hair and eyes that not even Harry could ignore. They were a light blue. Harry shook his head tried not to gag at that gay moment he just had.
Overall he looked a little rough and more than a little American. He pressed his ear to the door to try and hear what was going on. No avail. Before he could get away Hermione and the unknown person came out of the room. Harry slipped behind a wall to avoid being caught spying. He watched with his mouth, no doubt, hanging open as he kissed her. `Why is her brother kissing her?!' Somehow the fact that maybe that was not her brother never dawned on Harry.
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