Hey you guys. I know, I know; I've been really bad about updating lately. So I'm going to try a new method of typing stories up, which will hopefully help me. And so, without further ado, chapter six. (:
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Hermione turned around in her chair to look Rita in the face.
"A nosy bitch, that's what we have here," said Hermione in a sickly sweet voice. "Say, why do you always suddenly show up wherever Harry is, hmm? Stalking him, or something?"
"He's always around when a great story pops up." Rita answered matter-of-factly. "I can't help that I have a need for good stories."
"You also can't seem to help noticing the fact that I am a human being." Harry said, taking his hand off Hermione's leg and standing up. "And not merely a way to make your life a little less pathetic?"
"Watch yourself, Mister Potter." Rita said menacingly. "Whether or not you wish to believe this, I am an authority figure, and I will not be spoken to that way."
"Well I just did." Harry said. "So what exactly do you plan to do about it?"
Rita gave Harry a piercing glare, then "hmpfed" indignantly.
"But I'm bigger than you!" she said, half pouting. "You will show me some respect!"
"What are you, five?" Hermione asked, standing up as well. "Harry has about as much authority as you do, seeing as you don't seriously work here and he is the 'Savior of the Wizarding World.' Now why don't you run along, and find a better story to report on? I hear the Gobstones Club is missing important items. Contact Flitwick if you have any information about it."
"But… I… B-But…" Rita stuttered.
"I said, run along." Hermione's stare could've scared anyone out of their wits. Without another word, Rita turned on her heel and practically ran out of the library.
Harry turned to Hermione.
"Mione!" he said, as loudly as he dared- they were in a library, after all. "I can't believe you told Rita off like that! That took some guts."
"Well she's just getting on my nerves." Hermione said, grinning. "Someone had to tell her off. I figured it might as well be me."
"Well now I've got her off my back for a while." Harry was smiling, as well. "She's probably taken your little 'Gobstones Club' thing to heart and is now investigating it."
Hermione laughed. "If she honestly is, then I don't know why she's here in the first place. A good journalist should know when someone is lying."
"Ah, but you're a very good liar." Harry said truthfully. "It's hard to tell when you're not telling the truth."
"Really?" Hermione asked. "Hmm. I'll have to keep that in mind when I want to throw someone off the right track."
"Hey now." Harry said, a playful smirk on his face. "You better use your powers for good instead of evil."
"We'll see." Hermione said, winking at him. "But if it turns out I am evil, I'm sure the great Harry Potter- 'Boy Who Lived', or whatever- could stop me just like he did to nasty old Voldemort."
"You little wench." Harry said, smiling as he wound his arms around her waist- trapping her.
"Harry," said Hermione in mock-annoyance. "Let me go!"
"Take it back," He told her.
"Nope, sorry," she said, leaning back ever-so slightly into his 'embrace'. "Can't do that, it's against my code."
"Then kiss me," Harry said softly, tilting his head towards the crook of her neck.
He distinctly heard her intake of breath. "Not here, Harry," Hermione whispered. "There are too many people who could see us."
"But I want a kiss." Harry pouted, leaning up to look at her.
Hermione gently tried to pull his hands apart, but to no avail- it seemed as though they were glued together around her middle.
"Tonight," she murmured, moving her hand up to caress the side of his face. "Let me go. Tonight."
"Fine," Harry said, discreetly placing a small kiss on her neck. "I get my kiss tonight."
Letting go of her waist, he shot her one of his adorable grins, gently kissed her cheek, then practically skipped out of the library.
Needless to say, Hermione had a smile a mile wide for the next couple of hours.
Wednesday- Gryffindor Common Room- 11:04 pm
"I hate bloody potions." Ron muttered, running a hand through his hair and staring at his half completed essay.
"You should have done it far before the night before it's due." Hermione reprimanded him, not even bothering to look up from her book.
"I had things to do," said Ron, glaring at Hermione. "I didn't have time to do this stupid essay."
"And what were you doing that was taking up so much of your time?" Hermione asked, gently setting her book down. "Snogging Ms. Lovegood, right?"
Ron's face turned a delicate shade of red, anger flashing in his eyes. "Why you little-"
"Guys." Harry said wearily, shifting from his position on the floor and sitting upright. "Can we not start this tonight? The only thing you'll accomplish is pissing off the rest of Gryffindor House."
Harry, Ron and Hermione were the only three left in the common room. Everyone else had gone to sleep, incredibly tired after a long day of lessons.
"Well she started it," Ron said, pointing a finger at Hermione. Then under his breath, he added, "It's not my fault she's a good kisser…"
"Hah!" Hermione said, her eyes mischievous. "So you were snogging Ms. Lovegood!"
"So what if I was?" Ron said defensively. "Do you have a problem with Luna?"
"No, no, no." Hermione said quickly, her eyes softening. "I don't have a problem with her. I'm really happy for you, Ron."
Ron smiled slightly. "Thanks, Mione," he said. "That means a lot to me."
The trio sat in silence for a period of time, the only sound being the scratching of Ron and Harry's quills. Stretching and rubbing his eyes, Ron stood up.
"I'm gonna head to bed. I can't get any more work done tonight. I'll just finish it tomorrow morning. 'Night, you two."
"Night Ron," Harry said.
"Goodnight Ronald," Hermione murmured.
Harry's eyes followed Ron's shadow as he stumbled up the stairs. Once he was sure Ron had made it to their dorm, Harry gently set down his quill and started making his way toward Hermione.
Not looking up from her book, Hermione smiled and pulled the book up so it covered her face.
"Oh, no," Harry said, putting his hands on the top of her book. "I want my kiss."
"You do, hmm?" Hermione whispered, peeking her mischievous eyes over her book. "Well, I'm busy. Come back later."
Harry chuckled. "I don't think so, Miss Mione," he said softly. "I want my kiss, and I'm gonna get it."
"Are you?" the witch giggled, setting her book down on the table. "And how do you plan to get it?"
"By doing this." Harry murmured, leaning in and gently pecking her lips. He watched her as she opened her eyes slowly.
"You call that a kiss?" she asked. Hooking her hands around his neck, she pulled him in for another kiss. Harry responded in kind, putting one hand on her neck, the other bracing himself on the arm of the chair. After a moment, Hermione pulled back, smiling.
"That's better," she whispered.
"Well, you can't just leave me hanging like that." Harry stated, leaning for the third, and certainly not final, kiss of the night.
Gryffindor Common Room- 2:47 am
All was completely silent in the common room, except for the sound of Hermione's steady breathing, and Harry's nearly inaudible one. The two were on the couch, Hermione was asleep and leaning against Harry; his arms around her waist. Try as he might, he just couldn't take his eyes off her. She looked so peaceful when she slept. Bending his head down, Harry slowly started kissing her neck. Hermione jerked awake as he gently nipped at her earlobe.
"Time.. is.. it… what?" she asked groggily.
"Nearly three in the morning." He answered, smiling. "Did you know you're very cute when you're disoriented?"
"No, I didn't know that." Hermione muttered. "But I'll take that as a compliment, thank you very much."
"We should probably head up now." Harry said reluctantly.
"Hmm… yeah," responded Hermione, stretching against Harry. "I suppose we should."
He gently placed his hang on Hermione's cheek, turning her face towards him. He softly kissed her.
"I love you." He whispered.
Hermione smiled. "I love you, too," she said. She got off the couch and walked up the stairs to her dorm. Harry followed shortly after, quietly opening his door so as not to wake his roommates. Turning to his bed, Harry was just about to get in when a light turned on to the side of him- Ron was staring at him- Harry jumped in surprise.
"Ron!" he said as loudly as he dared. "You scared me. I thought you'd be asleep."
"I was," said Ron. "But then I had a dream about a giant spider in a wedding dress who told me to feed my Gnargle. So I woke up and noticed that you weren't up here. I figured you'd still be studying with 'Mione, so I went downstairs."
"What'd you see?" Harry asked, masking his apprehension.
"I saw 'Mione lying on the floor, and you kneeling above her- kissing her," said Ron, his stare emotionless.
"That wasn't what it looked like," Harry said hastily. "You see, she just fell over, and-"
"And what?" asked Ron. "You helped her up with your lips?"
"I- well- maybe." Harry stuttered.
"You're cheating on Ginny." It was more of a statement then a question.
"Not on purpose." Harry quickly defended himself. "Ginny's great, but I'm in love with 'Mione and I know you used to like her which isn't good and that Ginny's your sister which isn't good either and please don't kill me."
To his surprise and shock, Ron began laughing softly.
"Mate, I'm not mad," he said. "I find this whole situation rather comical."
"How?" Harry asked, perplexed.
"Well," Ron began. "I can't exactly tell you. I was sworn to secrecy by Miss Granger."
"'Mione?" asked Harry. "What did 'Mione tell you?"
"I already told you, I can't tell you." Ron stated again.
"How about we play charades?" Harry suggested.
"….What the hell is charades?" Ron looked puzzled.
"You act things out wordlessly," Harry explained. "And I guess what you're talking about."
"Okay…" Ron said. "First I'm going to act out a person."
Ron puffed out his chest. Moving, or more like strutting, around the room, he used both hands to slick his hair back. He was sneering the entire time. Harry laughed loudly, then quickly covered his mouth to stifle it.
"Okay, Malfoy. What does Malfoy have to do with anything?" Harry asked.
"Now I'm going to sing you a song." Ron answered.
"Better find a way to do it silently." Harry reminded him. "Don't wake Seamus- he'll murder you for it."
That stumped Ron. Sitting on his bed, he took a minute to think it out. Then, jumping up, he grabbed his wand. Muttering a charm, he left it hanging just above his head. He then began playing air guitar, his wand writing words in midair:
"Harry doesn't know,
That Ginevra and me
Do it in my dorm every Sunday.
She tells him she's gotta study,
But she doesn't go,
Still she's on her knees
And Harry doesn't know."
"So you mean to tell me," Harry said, smiling. "That I've been cheating on Ginny, and Ginny's been cheating on me, when we didn't have to?"
"Now you see why I found it so comical." Ron said, grinning.
"Yeah, I see why," said Harry. "Boy, would Rita have a story if she got a hold of this scandal."
"She'd have a field day." Ron said, nodding his head. "Well, we've got classes pretty early tomorrow morning. You reckon we should turn in?"
"We probably should." Harry consented. "Wouldn't want to be late for Herbology."
The two boys stumbled under the covers. Just before turning out the lights, Ron turned to Harry.
"Hey, Harry," he said. "What are you gonna do about all of this?"
"I'm gonna have to talk to Ginny." Harry sighed. "I mean, we can't go on like this forever. I just hope we can get through this without Rita finding out."
"Good luck, mate. Just be careful, you never know who could work for that paper." Ron said, turning the light out.
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Just so you lot know, that little song thing didn't come from me. The technical song is "Scotty Doesn't Know" by Lustra. I just took the tune and some words. The next, and final chapter is nearly completely done- I should have that up in the next couple weeks. Then I've got a new story in mind- so look for it (:
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