Chapter 5 - I think I'm falling in love with You
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling actually gets paid to write this stuff. I don't, so guess what? I don't own Harry Potter.
Author's note: I've been obsessed with this plot for a very long time, I'm glad I finally got it on paper. It's surely not one of my best works but I hope you'll like it.
This is set in the early 80s in a country (doesn't matter which one) which is having some political problems.
The plot is loosely based on actual happenings in my country in those times.
Dedicated to all those who in times of need stand up for what they believe in.
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I am so so sorry!!! I have promised to update this but I've let it slip aside. I've had a major writer's block; I tried to focus on this but for some reason couldn't. Finally I wrote this chapter - I know it's short, but it's all I could do for now.
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Harry wanders haphazardly about the city streets; he has a lot to think about. After the first attacks of a couple of months ago there have been more, always aimed at Blue supporters, it was clear to Harry that this was some sort of political assault to make his father's Party look bad. His father was more out of the house than in it; Harry thought that he was trying to preserve the Party's image by working hard.
As he passed a busy street he could feel people watching him and murmuring about him. He had become used to it by now, since certain leaflets and posters had been circulating around the city, everyone turned to look at him and murmur about him. He had been so angry when it all begun - he had been feeling people's eyes on him but didn't know why.
Then he had seen the leaflet - it was a political propaganda against his father's Party and his government. It said that the government was corrupted and unjust - two things he knew his father would never be. Then it also said that the Malfoys and Potters were stealing from the people - stealing their rights. Now a political propaganda he could stand but personal insults he couldn't. He had immediately told Draco about it but instead of being angry like he was, Draco tried to change the subject.
Every time he had tried to ask him Draco avoided the subject. He couldn't understand why Draco was being so secretive, he knew he was up to something - Draco Malfoy was always up to something. He was sure that it had something to do with Politics, maybe with Mr. Malfoy or the Party in general but he didn't know why it bothered him so much. Lately he was even more distant than usual and this led him to believe that something was going to happen but nothing new happened.
Perhaps he had some problems with Mystery Girl, he was certainly talking about her less - but that could be because they were not meeting that often. He didn't know what else to think, he really wanted to help his friend but it seems like he wasn't in any mood to share his problems with anyone.
Harry continued to walk around trying to make time go faster, he was going to meet Hermione in an hour and just couldn't wait. He was getting more and more nervous - today he wanted to tell her something important but if his nerves were not going to calm down soon he wouldn't be able to tell her anything at all!
They have been meeting more regularly; Harry liked to think that it was because she couldn't stay away from him for too long. They had become great friends and more than that; they were on the same page in so many ways. Both were waiting for something like this to sweep them off their feet; both were scared to not be ready, both needed this in their lives. Harry was crazy about her; she was amazing, brilliant, fantastic… he was running out of adjectives. She was always on his mind in a way or another and he couldn't wait to meet her.
He turned the corner to find himself looking at graffiti on the wall - "Potters and Malfoys leave us alone", he frowned once again but continued to walk head up. He knew that people were watching him again and he wanted to show them that he wasn't ashamed of being a Potter - not at all. He knew that his father was an honest man and would never take advantage of his position and that all the leaflets and posters were just trying to bring down their morale.
He continued to roam about the city for another thirty minutes before going to the café where he was meeting Hermione, it was still quite early but he had nothing else to do so he went. Curiously enough as he approached the café he saw her there, lost in the imaginary world only a book could offer you. His heart skipped a beat as he thought that maybe she was as anxious as him and went there early for his same reason.
He went near her and said:
"'Pride and Prejudice' - well the title is interesting enough," he said referring to the book she was reading.
At the sound of his voice she lifted her face from the book and her eyes shone as she took his presence in. He was charming as ever with that smile and those emerald eyes. She could feel herself blush, she knew she was too early for their meeting but couldn't wait anymore at home so she came anyway. But he was early too, this meant that he couldn't wait either; she smiled at him.
"Yes it's very interesting; it's about how pride and prejudice can be powerful obstacles in the course of love."
He nodded and sat down next to her; he ordered an iced tea and spent some time watching her as she carefully placed a bookmark in the page she was reading and put the book away to give him her full attention. As she lifted her head to look at him their eyes met and he couldn't help a smile from forming on his lips. `She's so beautiful', he thought - she was not one of those stupid girls that thought only of their hair and make-up and general appearance. She was passionate about the things she did, she was intelligent, fun, and so many other things.
As they waited for their drinks Hermione started talking about the book `Pride and Prejudice' and some of the other books she liked. He had lost her somewhere during her explanation of the wonderful world of books to look her. He had done this often and now knew a lot of her movements. Like when she talked about things she loved her eyes danced and she gesticulated with her hands animatedly, or when she was nervous she bit her lip in the cutest way, when she was hiding something she wouldn't keep eye contact because she knew she was a terrible liar; and his favorite - when she laughed: it was music to his ears.
He continued to watch her but suddenly realized that she wasn't speaking anymore, instead she was looking curiously at him.
"Are you listening to me?" she asked with a hint of laughter in her voice.
"Yes, of course." He answered, trying to hide the fact that he was too busy admiring her to listen.
"Sure you were," she replied skeptically. He had the decency to blush at this.
"So are you doing something this weekend?" he asked to try and change the subject.
"I am, why?"
"Oh, it's nothing." He answered a bit disappointed - he had planned to take her by the sea.
"It's not nothing; tell me."
"No really it's nothing serious; I was just going to ask you if you wanted to come to the sea."
"Oh. I am sorry, if I had known before I would have not made plans." She told him truly disappointed now that she couldn't go with him.
"Nah, it's okay. We'll do it some other time. What is it that you have to do anyways?" he asked.
"It's a family thing, that kind of thing you can't escape you know?" She told him quickly; in truth she had some meetings with The Underground. Since the attacks had started they were as busy as ever trying to find out exactly who was doing these attacks. They were also intensifying their work on the people, trying as hard as they could to open their eyes and start crying for Freedom.
Their leaflets and graffiti had taken a slight insulting tune since the attacks started, even though Hermione was against it at first she thought that an attack was too personal and needed to be tackled as such.
"Hey are you okay? You kinda went somewhere else," Harry said cutting her out of her thoughts.
"Yes, sorry I was just thinking about something." She answered cryptically.
"Want to talk about it?" he asked her, realizing that something was troubling her.
"No, it's nothing. Thanks anyway." She answered, not ready to tell him about her political background and involvement. They talked about anything but had never touched the political subject and for now she was glad to leave it at that.
They stayed at the café for about an hour talking and laughing, finally it was time for Hermione to leave.
"I'm really sorry but I have to go now my mother is waiting for me."
Harry checked his watch and was surprised to find that an hour had already passed. He didn't want her to leave since he still had something to tell her.
"Can you stay for just another minute I have something to tell you, please."
Since she really wanted to know what he needed to tell her she stayed. He looked ecstatic when she told him she'd stay but then he started to become nervous. He took her hands in his and she couldn't help but think how perfectly their hands fitted in each other. When he looked at Hermione thought she would melt into those green eyes.
"I know we haven't known each other for a very long time but I can't stop thinking about you. And it's strange because it's something I never felt before but it's strange and nice at the same time and now I'm rambling."
He laughed to try to fell less nervous but she was blushing thus making him even more nervous so he thought that it was best to just say it.
"I…I think I'm falling in love with you."
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And that's the 5th Chapter. I have no idea when the next chapter will be uploaded, all I can say is that the next chapter is a really important one.
xxx
marija
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