Here's chapter two, just as I promised. See, didn't take me long. And I'm typing chapter three right now as we speak, so with some luck I might be able to post it tomorrow.
I'm actually having a lot of fun with this. I'm actually starting to think that it's illegal to have this much fun. Well, even if it would be illegal, I'd continue. Oh, how I love torturing poor Harry.
My biggest thanks to all of you who reviewed! You have my eternal gratitude. Oh, and to you on fanfiction.net who wondered if I'm a Lois and Clark fan, yes I am. I actually wrote that fact in the author's note, but I accidentally deleted that part when I posted the chapter.
Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this as much as the first chapter.
Cheers!
Chapter two: Hiding from Love is Not an Easy Thing
Merlin, this was turning out to be a bad day. First there was Snape's stupid essay and now this.
Harry had no idea what just happened. In one moment he'd been peacefully writing his essay, and then the next Hermione had started to throw herself at him. Was the world going mad?
"Hermione?" He managed to squeak as she started to trace her hands on his chest.
It was torture, pure torture. He'd loved her for so long, but he'd kept his silence. Suffering quietly, knowing that too much was at risk. She'd never showed any interest in him and telling her that he loved her would be risking a friendship he valued so much. And then of course there was Voldemort.
So he kept his silence, knowing it was for the best.
He studied her intently. Something was wrong. He'd never seen Hermione behave this way, and he was pretty sure she never would in her right mind. He had to keep his distance. He would not give in to the temptation…
Watching her like this was killing him. He wanted to squeeze his eyes shut, but he couldn't.
She began to lean forward.
His eyes widened and he swiftly slipped out from her grasp. "Listen, Hermione… it's obvious that you aren't feeling too well… Why don't you just, ah, lie down and rest?" He scrambled out from the common-room.
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"Harry… what on earth are you doing under the dinner table?"
"Err… hiding."
Ginny frowned. "Hiding from what?"
He mumbled something.
"What? I can't hear you if you mumble," she said, her voice light and teasing.
"From Hermione."
Ginny stared at him for a couple of second before laughing out loud. "Hermione? You're hiding under a table because of Hermione?"
"Uh… yeah?"
She laughed even harder. "Sorry," she gasped after a while. "Have you been fighting again?"
"I wish," he mumbled. "No, she's behaving completely mental!"
"Oh, Harry…" She smiled. "I'm sure it's not that bad."
A loud wail interrupted them. "Oh, Harry…"
Harry's eyes widened. "Bloody hell, not again!" He ducked back under the table.
"Ginny, have you seen Harry?"
Surely Ginny wouldn't betray him… They were mates after all.
"Yeah, he's under the table."
Harry swore under his breath.
Hermione peaked under the table curtain. "Oh, there you are, Harry." Her eyes shone with happiness.
"Err, hi, Hermione." He gulped.
She began caressing his cheek. "I thought you were hungry," she whispered.
"I just ate," he stammered.
Hermione licked her lips. "Great. I feel like something… sweet for dessert." She studied him hungrily.
Harry squeaked. "Oh, well. We can go to the kitchen." He grinned nervously. "Ask Dobby for something."
"Mmm…" She licked her lips again staring at his chest. "Strawberries and cream would fit the situation, now wouldn't it?"
"A-actually, I was thinking about something like ice-sorbet..." He moved backwards. "Or maybe some biscuits?" he backed even more, and managed to tangle himself in the table curtain. He quickly untangled himself and rose, rather panicky.
Hermione smiled and followed him up from under the table. She put her arms around him. "So…"
"Err, listen, Hermione. I have to, uh…do something. Right now." He scrambled out from the Great Hall.
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She looked hopeful. "Ron, have you seen Harry?"
"Err, no. Not since he started that essay…"
She looked completely crestfallen. "Oh," she said, her voice tiny.
"Oh, yeah, and while I remember." Ron pulled a hand through his hair. "Someone was looking for you."
Her eyes lit up. "Harry?"
"Eh, no. Neville."
"Oh." She said, suddenly uninterested.
"I think he wanted to say thanks."
"Uh-huh." She waved her hand, studying the common-room again.
Ron frowned. "Hermione? Are you feeling okay?"
"More than okay. I've just realized that there's only one man for me." She sighed happily as Harry walked through the portrait hole. "Harry." She ran over, attacking him with an enormous hug. "Oh, Harry where have you been? I've missed you so much."
Harry pulled his sweater's collar nervously. "Eh, hi, Hermione." He patted her a bit awkwardly on the head.
"Where have you been, my darling?"
"Uh." He pulled at his collar again. "Around."
"Well, it doesn't matter where you've been as long as you're with me now."
Harry untangled himself from her arms. "Yeah, well, uh…I'm feeling a bit tired and it's late-"
"Not too late, I hope. For us. For Love and happiness…"
Harry moaned. "Hermione… please. I'm going to bed, okay?"
"Well, of course, tiger." She purred, gripping his hand tightly.
"No, Hermione. Your dormitory is over there…" He pointed tiredly to the other side of the common-room.
"My room is where my love is. With you."
He sighed tiredly. "Listen, you aren't behaving normally. Just go to bed, your own bed, and you'll feel a lot better, okay?" He left, leaving Hermione looking completely crestfallen.
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To be continued…
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