Chapter 5-invisible
Hermione lay in bed, just staring at her hand and stroking the ring that was on her finger. It was so beautiful and shiny. Perfect in everyway. Flawless and timeless. She started whispering silently to herself.
"It is mine, my own, my preciousss." Hermione hissed to herself silently.
Her face suddenly appeared softer and more worried. "But, nice Harrys will wants it back."
Her original face reappeared. "Well, he wills not haves it. It's ours and no ones elses."
"Buts he will takes its from us,."
"Wells we musn't trust tricksy Harrys then. Shall we Precious?"
"What if he tries to takes it from us?"
"Then we will takes Harry to HIM!"
"Nots Voldemort?"
"Shhhh, yesss him. We will takes tricksy Harry to Him. He woulds love to kills Harry."
"hehehe then the preciousss will be ours forever!"
"Exactly, just be patient precious, just be patient."
******just kidding*******
That was just a beginning that I wanted to do for the heck of it. It just came to me in one my moments and I thought it was humorous. So, if you don't like it read on to the real beginning and if you did like then keep reading and I am glad you enjoyed it.
"No you will not!"
"You are not the boss of me!"
"Oh, but you are the boss of me?"
"Well, you cannot just tell me what to do!'
"What a hypocrite!" Harry exclaimed throwing his hands into the air. He couldn't believe it.
"Why won't you come and let me watch you teach your class?" Hermione questioned curiously wanting a full explanation why he was saying no.
"Because, it is a distraction. Do you know how hard it is for me to teach my class as it is with all of this press coverage? Girls are giving me stares as if to say `why not me?` and guys are giving me stares as if to say `Good on you mate!' I don't need to add fuel to the fire by having you in the same room as me," Harry told her, exasperated by how much this one decision was affecting the rest of his life.
A little angered by his behavior Hermione replied, "well, if you want to back out of it just say so. I don't want to be forcing you into something that is ruining your whole life. I don't mean to be so selfish!" Hermione spoke sarcastically.
"You are being selfish by wanting to come to my class for no apparent reason," Harry responded.
"Sorry if I am bored out of my mind. I am locked up in this room with nothing to do but plan a wedding."
"The way you talk about it, there is too much to do with planning a wedding. Like, there is not enough time in the day to plan out all of the details."
"Well, yes but when you are focused on something for so long it gets a tad bit tiring. I need something just a little fresh and something new to do. Just for a few hours. That is why I just want to know if I could watch one or two of your classes. It would give me something to do, not to mention I am curious to how you teach a class," Hermione answered truthfully.
"Well, I am sorry, but my answer is still no. I can't have you distracting my class anymore than you already have. I understand you are tired and suffering from a bit of cabin fever. I am sorry. But, I can't sacrifice my class for you."
Hermione just stared at him and pouting. Her brown eyes grew bigger as she stared into Harry's own emerald eyes and she begged him silently, turning on all of her charm, not holding anything back.
"I can't, but I know! I promise to do stuff with you tonight if you will drop the classroom subject."
Hermione knew that she was not going to change his mind and that arguing was pointless. "Fine, that would be nice."
Harry was happy to please her and bid her farewell as he left to get ready for his class. He didn't even have a lesson plan ready for today.
After Harry shut the door, Hermione counted to 15 slowly and patiently. Once she had spoken the word 15 she darted out of their room and stealthily snuck to Harry's room. She shrank against a wall behind a statue and watched for Harry to exit his room. Hermione would not take Harry's words as the last say on the subject. She would not be deterred from her desire to see Harry teach a class.
In her mind the words `curiosity killed the cat' kept popping up, but she brushed off the phrase as she did not believe in such sayings.
Finally, Harry emerged from his room and walked off towards his classroom with a few books under his arm. Hermione wasted no time before speaking the unlocking charm and darting into Harry's room. Quickly she opened his wardrobe and found under a pile of jeans his old invisibility cloak.
She donned the cloak and ran off towards his classroom, careful as to not bump into anybody or make too much noise. When she arrived at the door of the classroom she took a big breath and waited for a group of students to open the door for her. She saw her opportunity arise when a group of third years entered the classroom. She followed close behind them and then took her place in the back of the room sitting on one of the counters. She was out of the way and did not have to worry about being discovered. Now all she had to do was sit back, relax, and wait for the class to start.
The class slowly started to fill with students and soon enough the class was full of chattery student not quite ready to end their personal conversations. As is the rule, right in the middle of the juiciest part of the conversation, Harry stood up and cleared his voice grabbing the attention of each student.
"Good morning class," Harry greeted them.
"Good morning Professor Potter," The class chimed in unison.
"I know you probably are all anxious for the weekend to start so the sooner we get this class over with, the closer you will be to a precious weekend of freedom."
The class seemed to like this idea and straitened up and focused all of their attention to the teacher standing in front of them. All sat quietly and expectantly waiting for class to begin except for one lone person who had their hand raised.
"Yes, Nikko," Harry acknowledged the spiky headed youth.
"I was just wondering Professor what would be YOUR plans for the weekend?" Nikko slyly smiled.
Harry smirked simply, knowing how they wanted him to answer the question with some interesting detail they can spread between classes. "I do not see how that has anything to do with you."
Nikko didn't miss a beat,"I was just curious. I mean with all of this talk about you and your fiancé, I was just wondering if you had anything special in store for her."
"That's between me and Hermione."
"Well, not if it is a surprise for her."
"Well, if it was a secret I know better than to tell any person in this school. No matter who it is, one small fact can spread through this school in a matter of hours. I have seen the effect of gossip on this school."
"That is why I was asking you though. There is so much gossiping going around that I cannot distinguish fact from fiction, and I thought who better to ask than the man himself." Nikko just smiled at Harry.
Harry was impressed with Nikko. He was one of Harry's favorite students because he was sharp as a knife and was great at manipulating people. It was a talent. On a rare occasion when Nikko really wanted to, he would use his skills to deter a teacher from their lesson plan.
Harry decided to take the bait. "What kind of rumors have you heard Nikko?"
Nikko just leaned back. "Well, there was one that the only reason you are marrying Hermione is to prove that you are not gay."
Hermione covered her mouth trying not to let any noise escape her lips.
Harry just stared on. "Is that true? Well, rest assured, that rumor is without a doubt false."
"That's what I thought Professor. But, you must admit, many of us do not know who Hermione is."
"Well, that's the thing. I was always in the spotlight and she never got the attention she deserved. Although, she was content to have it that way," Harry spoke softly, not looking at anything in particular. His eyes were lost in a far off place full of memories of the past.
Nikko was pleased when he saw a shy hand being raised a few rows up. He had hoped that he could get some of the students fascinated in the topic, which left less work for him.
The girl towards the front hesitantly asked her teacher, "Is it true then that she was a friend of yours back when you went to school here?"
Harry looked at her and nodded. "Yes that is true. She, Ron Weasley and I were best friends. You couldn't separate us. Ron was the one with a smile on his face and joke on his lips ready to be told at a moments notice. I was the moody one that seemed to always have a problem that needed solving. Hermione was the smart one that kept us grounded. She was my special place to go when all else seem to be hopeless and impossible, she showed me a way through the dark," Harry spoke with sincerity that crept into Hermione's heart and rooted itself there.
Hermione listened wistfully to him describing their past at school which seemed like a totally different life. She had never known though that she had meant so much to Harry. Hermione stared at Harry as his features changed to contentment of reminiscing about the past. He leaned back against his desk with his arms crossed over his chest. Hermione had to slow her pulse as she realized at that very moment how handsome Harry was. He was wearing a black turtleneck along with his sleeves rolled up. The darkness of his cloaks contrasted with his fair complexion allowing for you to really focus on his heavenly facial feature. His eyes glittered out of amusement and his raven hair was in disarray. Then knowing that Harry wasn't some jerk who was conceited and incredibly vain was just another turn on. Wow, the perfect package.
"So you were good friends?" One student wanted verification.
"Friend? It is such a weak word. I would need to invent a new word to describe what she was too me. She pulled me out of some really dark times. She stuck by me when no one else would. She would right me when I was wrong. She sacrificed so much for me expecting nothing in return except for the only thing I could give her back, my company. That seemed to never disappoint her. She didn't try to change me. She seemed to want to be around me, not some changed version of me, just me, as I am."
"Wow!" An unknown voice exclaimed.
Harry agreed, "I know, I am amazed about it to this very day. What she saw in me, I don't know. She seemed to see me as no one else saw me. She saw me as a human being with emotions and feelings. She didn't expect me to go off and save the day. She didn't want me to go and fight Voldemort. She knew I wasn't some idle to be worshipped. She knew I didn't have super hero strengths that could be unlocked. She never once was fooled and always saw me as normal when no one else would. Even Ron would sometimes see me as the hero with the easy life. But, she never did. She is truly one of a kind."
Hermione could not believe her ears. She had never heard Harry say something with such honesty and conviction in his voice. He was not lying. She always just wanted to be around him and not the hero version of him but the normal human Harry that she had grown to love.
`Love Hermione? You must be kidding yourself,' A voice in her head spoke.
`I meant love in a totally platonic way,' Another voice argued.
`I am sure you meant it that way.'
`I did mean it platonically. Don't doubt me.'
`You forget I am also apart of you and I can see right through the denial and see that you have some deep feelings for this guy. Don't know if it is love. But, there are feelings there.'
`Oh bugger off.' and that stopped the voices but it didn't close the subject.
Unluckily though Hermione had whispered the `bugger off.' When she realized that she had said that out loud she immediately cursed herself, "Oh bloody hell!" Then it occurred to her that she said that out loud so she continued the string of curses, "Oh holy shit." That was when the girl finally realized that it would be best if she just kept her mouth shut. But, it was too late the damage had been done.
The class stared around confused. Even living at Hogwarts a person was not accustomed to an unknown voice speaking curses in the middle of class. Oh, and might I add the person is invisible. The class started to panic in which Harry quickly jumped into calming mode and tried to get the class to settle down. But, then the bell rang so the class was dismissed anyways, their brains full of stories to tell their friends, in which by the end of the day the story of that fateful class had been spread through the whole student body. By dinner it was being told that a treacherous ghost pirate had started to try to attack the student before realizing he was a ghost and could not harm the students. But surprisingly the story about what Harry had spoken about Hermione was not stretched or twisted in any way. No one really knows why. Maybe it was because people had their limits and had a respect for his feelings that had been confided into his students. Or it could have been nothing better could be invented than the truth. I will leave it up to you to decide what happened.
Now let's get back to the scene at hand. The class was quickly emptying into the hallways and Harry's mind was reeling, trying to quickly understand what was going on. Suddenly out of nowhere the light bulb went on and he turned to the door. Only a few students were left shoving their way out of the room. He ran to the door as to be right behind the last person out of the room.
Right as the last person exited the room Harry slammed the door shut and waited for the tell tale sign of a body slamming into him which almost immediately happened after he closed the door.
Harry spoke, "Caught you red-handed" and grabbed the air around him finding that he had grabbed a hold of her upper arm.
Hermione screamed in surprise. `Holy Crap, he does not look very happy,' Hermione thought to herself.
Harry grabbed at the air and felt the silky material of his cloak under his other hand. He pulled the cloak off Hermione and, as if out of thin air, she appeared.
Hermione could not look Harry in the eye and just stared at her feet. She could feel the anger radiating off of him. She knew if she were to look at his face it would be contorted in anger. She couldn't think of anything to say but one thing, "I am sorry."
Harry looked incredulously at the top of Hermione's head that was bowed towards the ground. "That is all you can say?"
"I am so sorry," Hermione repeated.
"For what? Sneaking into my room and taking my cloak without my knowledge, or are you sorry for observing my class when I specifically said I did not want you here?
"I am sorry about both," She whispered.
"You know, I want some parts of my life to be private and not taken over by this whole charade." Hermione just kept her head bowed and did not utter a word. Harry smirked, "Why do I feel like a teacher catching one of his students doing something against the rules. I feel like I should be punishing you with detention or something."
That got Hermione. "Punish me? Maybe if you didn't leave me locked up in that room all day I would not be so willing to go sneaking off."
"You sound as if I am making you do this wedding. If I had it my way we would go to a judge and have him say a few words and…bam…we're married."
"Oh that is what you would do? How romantic! Just like a guy."
"You can't even be happy with getting married. We have to get married your way."
Both had nothing else to say and it was at that moment it dawned on both of them. They were sounding like a married couple. It was quite humorous to say the least. The two of them stared at each other for a few moments before breaking out into laughter.
After laughing for a few minutes Harry offered Hermione his arm. "Would you still like to take me up on my offer for going out tonight."
Hermione nodded her head in agreement and the couple walked out of the classroom happily and content but neither forgetting the words that had been spoken during Harry's class.
A/N-As you can tell from the beginning, I wrote this chapter around the release of Two Towers on DVD. lol
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