Hello again ! My new method, as of right now, is working quite well for me; this fic is currently finished. I'll do probably weekly updates, so watch out for them ! (:
*kisses*
lil_irish_girl
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JPH: Where have you been? We haven't talked in ages.
Watching the words appear on her charmed notebook, Hermione Granger smiled. Poising her quill, she wrote a response.
GHJ: We talked this morning. And I had class, I told you that.
After a moment, he replied;
JPH: Ahh. That explains why you weren't answering my very frequent messages.
I suppose I'm getting ahead of myself. This all began just about a month ago…
*flashback*
"But you guys!" Hermione hissed as loudly as she dared, watching the two boys race down the deserted corridors. "We're not even supposed to be out of our dorms at night! We could get into so much trouble if we get caught…"
"Yeah," Ron said once she had caught up with them. "If we get caught."
"C'mon, Mione," Harry half pouted. "Don't you ever do things for the thrill of it?"
"Following the rules can be thrilling," Hermione stated, crossing her arms across her chest. "Why, one time while I was on Prefect duties I-"
"La la la la," Ron interrupted, plugging his ears for emphasis. "I can't hear you." Grinning, he walked up the staircase and around the corner.
Harry laughed softly as he watched Ron disappear. Turning his attention towards Hermione, he saw her glaring at the spot Ron had vanished from.
"You know he doesn't mean to make you mad," Harry said, putting a friendly arm around Hermione's shoulder. She gently rested her head in the crook of his neck, and wrapped an arm around his waist.
"I know," she sighed. "But sometimes he can be so- urgh."
"Yes," Harry said, smiling. "Our Ron can be very urgh sometimes."
They stayed in that embrace, sharing a comfortable silence.
"I suppose we should go find him," Hermione said finally. "Make sure he doesn't get into trouble."
"Way ahead of you," Harry said. "I double checked this corridor and the ones around it: we're safe. I'll go and look for him, though."
"I'll stay back here," said Hermione watching Harry walk away. "I like the silence."
Harry turned around briefly, saluted Hermione, and then bounded up the stairs.
Hermione wandered aimlessly, occasionally stopping to read a plaque that dedicated something to the school. Passing a classroom, she noticed that the door was left ajar. Making sure the coast was clear, she slipped in.
The room hadn't been used for at least ten years by Hermione's guess. A thick layer of dust covered every single desk; the bookshelves had cobwebs covering them like a blanket. There was just one thing in that room that seemed as though it didn't belong.
"What's this?" Hermione murmured to herself as she picked a navy blue book off what looked like the professor's desk. Opening it the slightest bit, a piece of parchment fell out. Picking it up as though it could crumble to pieces, she could just barely make out the message printed.
'This is no ordinary notebook. I found this on accident after stumbling into an abandoned classroom. This notebook is charmed; whatever you write in here appears in the pages of the notebook which shares the charm. If you are so lucky as to find this book, don't lose it. This helped me find my true love; she had the other notebook. I owe my happiness to this book; use it wisely.'
~ 1943
"1943?" Hermione said. "That's well over fifty years ago. I've heard of charming things between two objects, I read about it in a book once. I wonder if it still has its charm- I wonder who has the other book."
Curiosity building, she slowly opened the book to a random page. The book was pretty much empty, except for the occasional page filled with class notes.
"The other person obviously doesn't know it's a charmed notebook," Hermione murmured to herself. "The handwriting appears to be male. But I highly doubt he's my 'true love'."
Flipping to another page, Hermione noticed something that seemed like a journal entry. Before she could properly look at it, however, a voice startled her.
"Mione?" Harry said in a strained whisper. "Where are you? We have to go!"
Poking her head out the door, she was facing Harry's turned back.
"I'm right here," she whispered, causing him to sharply turn around to face her.
Hermione couldn't help but smile at the sight of him. Hair as messy as ever, a mischievous look in his eye, and his smile a mile wide.
"Filch is coming," Harry said. Hermione looked startled for a second, then slightly rolled her eyes.
"Ha ha, very funny," she said dryly.
"No joke," Harry said, putting his hands up. "He's coming up with south corridor."
"But…" Hermione began, her eyes widening. "We're in the south corridor."
"Then you see why we have to go," Ron said, sticking his head out from around a corner. "Unless you fancy a nice long detention, or worse."
"No, no," Hermione said quickly. "I've got a perfect record and I don't plan to ruin it anytime soon."
The second the Trio had rounded the corner, they heard Mrs. Norris hiss.
"Has anyone been here, my sweet?" came Filch's voice. "Are there students out of bed?"
"Well don't just stand there, you're not Petrified!" Hermione whispered shrilly. "Run!"
Harry, Ron and Hermione (after losing Filch and Mrs. Norris by cutting through the trophy room) sprinted back to the Gryffindor Common Room. Once they were safely inside, Ron and Harry started laughing, collapsing into the plushy armchairs.
"You-guys-" Hermione panted, her hands on her hips. "Are-lucky-Filch-didn't-find us."
"I was a bit more concerned with the cat, actually," Ron said after he had stopped laughing. "Nasty little creature, don't you think, Harry?"
"Yeah," Harry agreed. "I was running to get away from the cat. Filch I can handle."
Hermione laughed softly. "You two should get to bed," she advised. "You've got that Quidditch match tomorrow."
"Oh, way to remind me," Ron complained. "Now I won't be able to sleep."
"You'll be fine, Ron," Harry said, getting up. "Thanks for reminding us, 'Mione."
"No problem," Hermione said softly. "I'll see you boys tomorrow, then."
Slowly, Harry and Ron stumbled up the stairs. Once she was sure they had gone, and she was the only one left in the common room, Hermione sat down on the couch, quill and "charmed" notebook in hand.
She carefully opened the book to a page. The second her quill hit the parchment, a message appeared in elegant script.
Please Enter Penname
X_________
"A penname?" Hermione said aloud. "I could just put my name; but that could be dangerous. I could use my initials; which is traceable. So I'll jumble them up a bit."
She thought for a moment, and then entered GHJ as her penname. The elegant script disappeared quickly.
Curiosity growing, Hermione flipped through a few pages. One particular page caught her eye; a picture was appearing.
"The other person must be using the notebook right now," murmured Hermione. Glancing up in the corner of the page, she noticed this person had a penname as well: JPH.
"It must be a boy," she observed, looking at the labels for what looked like a detailed drawing of the Hogwarts grounds. Taking a deep breath, Hermione chose a spot at the bottom of the page and wrote;
GHJ: Hello!
She knew he saw it- the label he was writing trailed off the paper. Just below her message, she watched his appear;
JPH: Hi?
In a business like manner, Hermione wrote her next message.
GHJ: First things first, I have to ask- are you a boy?
Almost immediately came the response,
JPH: Yes, I'm a boy.
Hermione was shocked. Not about him being a boy, her hunch was correct. She was shocked because as she watched the letters become words, the notebooks temperature increased. Hermione hastily took it off her lap, blushing slightly. When he had finished writing, the book returned to normal.
GHJ: Does your notebook change temperature while I'm writing?
JPH: Bloody hell! What's it doing that for?
GHJ: I think that's just a way the notebook lets us know the other is writing.
JPH: The notebook lets us know…?
GHJ: Oh! Don't you know? These two notebooks are charmed. Everything you write, I can see, and vice versa.
JPH: Everything? Does that mean you have access to everything I've ever written in here?
GHJ: I'd expect so.
JPH: You're a girl, am I correct?
GHJ: Yes, I'm a girl.
JPH: Do you think there's any way to erase certain pages in these notebooks?
GHJ: I'm sure there's a spell. I'll look for one.
JPH: Okay, and until then, you might not want to look at anything towards the back of the book.
GHJ: Thanks for the warning.
JPH: No problem. So, tell me something- how'd you come across your notebook?
GHJ: I found it in an old abandoned classroom. It had a note inside it saying it was charmed. Where'd you find yours?
JPH: In the Quidditch locker rooms.
GHJ: You play Quidditch?
JPH: Yeah. Do you?
GHJ: No, I prefer to watch. I've read all about it, though.
JPH: Ahh. A Quidditch expert, but you've never played.
GHJ: Something like that.
JPH: So tell me, Ms. Expert, what's the biggest ball called?
GHJ: You mean the Quaffle?
JPH: Very good! Most girls just lie to guys saying they know about a sport when they don't.
GHJ: Oh, no. I'm not one to lie.
JPH: I'll keep that in mind. So, tell me more about yourself.
GHJ: Well, I absolutely love to learn…
*end flashback*
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