Hey there ! I'm back- with the final chapter for Charmed. I've been working diligently on my next fic. Before you read it, though, you'll have to read the super-important authors note before it; because there are several little points I have to make. Enough rambling- if you have any comments, questions, or concerns that don't directly relate to my fics, feel free to email me. I promise I'll reply (: enjoy chapter nine !
xo,
michelle
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Previously;
"This is the one," she said. "I have to sing this song."
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"All I wanna do is find a way back into love," a Third year sang, hitting a few wrong notes.
"This is torture," Ron whispered, leaning over so only Harry could hear. "Very very cruel torture." Harry chuckled.
"She's not that bad for a Third year," he said.
"You know that I'll be there for you in the end," the girl finished, her last note wavering unsteadily.
There was a small smattering of applause; she ran off stage. Then a few boys came on, all around Fourth or Fifth year. They were setting up band instruments.
"This should be interesting," Harry said.
"Move your body like a hairy troll, learnin to rock and roll," the boy in front yelled, closing his eyes for emphasis. "Spin around like a crazy elf, a'dancin' by himself. Boogie down like a unicorn, no stoppin' till the break of dawn. Put your hands up in the air, like an ogre, just don't care."
"Can you dance like a hippogriff?" Ron sang under his breath in time with the band. "Na na na, na na na, na na na. Flyin' off from a cliff-" he stopped when he saw Harry staring at him.
"I like this song," Ron said simply. When the band had finished, all of their friends cheered frantically. Taking dramatic bows, they jumped off stage. Harry and Ron spent a couple minutes discussing the boys' band tactics, but were cut off by a pretty alto voice.
If there were no words, no way to speak,
I would still hear you.
If there were no tears, no way to feel inside,
I'd still feel for you,
And even if the sun refuse to shine,
Even if romance ran out of rhyme,
You would still have my heart until the end of time.
You're all I need, my love, my Valentine.
"That's my girlfriend," Ron said softly, entranced by Lauren's performance. Throughout the entire song, it seemed as if her eyes were glued to his. When she had finished, Ron stood up, clapping like a madman. Lauren curtsied, then returned to her place beside Ron.
Harry was so engrossed with talking to Lauren about how great she did, he didn't notice the young woman making her way onto the stage. Through the first few bars of music, he didn't pay attention either. It wasn't until she began to sing did he realize it was her.
I've never been the kind that you'd call lucky,
Always stumbling around in circles.
But I must have stumbled into something,
Look at me, am I really alone with you?
"Mione?" Harry whispered incredulously.
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I wake up feeling like my life's worth living,
Can't recall when I've last felt that way.
Hermione's eyes seemed to look anywhere but at Harry while she was singing. Harry, on the other hand, was finding it hard to look away from the brunette on stage.
Guess it must be all this love you're giving,
Never knew, never knew, it could be like this.
But I guess some hearts they just get all the right breaks,
Some hearts have the stars on their side.
Some hearts, they just have it so easy,
Some hearts just get lucky sometimes.
Some hearts just get lucky, lucky sometimes.
"Ron?" Harry asked, nudging his friend in the side. "Who's that singing up there?"
"It's Mione," Ron murmured, in a tone that suggested even he couldn't believe it. "Who would've thought she had such a voice?"
It makes sense, Harry thought. She knows me better than I know myself. That hair, those eyes, her smile, everything. She's the one. He turned his attention back to her.
Even hearts like mine, get lucky, lucky sometimes.
"She's always been there for me," Harry whispered to himself, hardly audible. "Never criticizing, never doubting. Always loving; no matter what."
Some hearts they just get all the right breaks,
Some hearts have the stars on their side, yes.
Some hearts, they just have it so easy,
Some hearts just get lucky sometimes,
Some hearts just get lucky sometimes.
Holding her last note for a bit longer than expected, she finished singing and was greeted with tumultuous applause. Nearly half the crowd stood up, still clapping. Blushing crimson, Hermione smiled and waved; still avoiding Harry's gaze.
After her performance, no one dared go after her. Karaoke Night ended somewhere around midnight, though no one left. They stayed, talked, and joked around a bit. Hermione seemed to be the center of attention; everyone kept asking her where she got such a voice.
"Were you hiding under a rock all this time?" Seamus asked, putting a friendly arm around her shoulder. "Honestly, though, that was fantastic."
"Thank you, Seamus," Hermione said softly.
Ginny broke into the group that had gathered around Hermione, and gently tugged on her arm.
"Mione, hun, I'd like to have a word with you, if you don't mind," she said sweetly, though her eyes meant business.
"Yeah, sure," Hermione said. "Excuse me," she said as she followed Ginny out towards the other end of the Great Hall.
"What's the deal?" she asked, looking at her friend.
"You have made a certain boy very flustered," Ginny said, her eyes playful. "And he has no idea what to do anymore."
"I did that?" Hermione asked, blushing slightly. "I didn't mean to, honest."
"I know you didn't," said Ginny softly. "If I may offer my opinion, I think Harry might have already been in love with you; this whole ordeal just made the possibility of you two seem more real."
"I don't think he'll be very happy with me," Hermione said nervously. "I probably should have just come right out and told him it was me."
"I'm sure he'll be fine with it," Ginny soothed. "It's never as bad as it seems."
"Easy for you to say," said Hermione. "Your boyfriend just popped up and asked you out. My case- I figured out he's in love with me through a bloody charmed notebook."
"Relax," Ginny said. "Maybe he won't make a big deal out of it. You're fine; don't worry."
"There you are," a voice said, coming up behind Ginny and wrapping his arms around her waist. "I've been looking everywhere for you."
"Draco," Hermione said. "I need your input."
"Expect sarcasm," Draco answered, his eyes mischievous. "What do you need?"
"I fell in love with my best friend, and he was in love with me, too; but he had no idea who I was. He found out who I was tonight because he heard me sing. What might his reaction be?"
"Glad that he didn't fall in love with some ugly oaf," Draco said simply. Ginny hit him lightly on the arm; his expression softened. "Actually, I have no idea what his reaction could be. I'm sorry to not be any help."
"It's fine," Hermione said softly. "I just hope he's not too mad at me."
"Uh, Mione?" came a voice behind Hermione. She turned around to see Harry. "Can I talk to you, alone?" he asked.
"Sure," she said. He took her hand and gently led her to just outside the Great Hall. He turned to face her, but before he could speak she began rambling.
"Look," she said. "I know what you're going to say; that I should have just been honest with you from the start and that you couldn't fall in love with me. We're best friends and nothing more and even though I don't like it I'll come to accept it and-"
"Mione," Harry whispered. Hermione looked up at him; he gently framed her face with his hands. Leaning in, he kissed her, giving her the opportunity to pull away. It soon became obvious that she didn't plan to, however; her hands tangled themselves in his hair as she returned the kiss. His hands moved to her neck, occasionally brushing her cheek with his thumb. Pulling away, Harry looked into her eyes.
"I wanted it to be you," he whispered. Smiling, she kissed him, immediately brushing her tongue against his bottom lip. He opened his mouth to her, and tongues playfully battled for dominance. Pulling apart after a few minutes, they walked back into the Great Hall hand-in-hand.
Harry took a seat on one of the chairs, Hermione in his lap. They talked; he would occasionally whisper something in her ear that made her laugh. Hermione happily thought that whoever had her notebook last had been right; she had found her true love.
Some hearts just get lucky sometimes.
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