Ideal Illusions

DISCLAIMER: I keep forgetting about these buggers. If I was JKR , you’d think I would be writing this with no cost? If you think so then my friend you need greater help than I . No I don’t own anything you recognize from the HP series.


Her Questioning Mind

She quietly gathered her books in her hands. Trying to carefully shift them so they could fit into her overfilling bag. With great aggravation she struggled to get them all together.

She then looked over at her partner. He just sat there upon the cumbersome chair with a look of great exasperation marking his face. His foot impatiently tapping against the dingy floor beneath him.

He made no intention of helping her move along.

She has no idea why he didn’t just leave her there. Alone she perhaps wouldn’t have to hold the pretense of trying to hurry along. How about if she wants to just slowly aggregate her accessories?

She knew he wouldn’t let her.

Lightly she let out a sigh. She roughly waves her bushy curls away from her face, as she tucks them behind her ears. With great botheration she told her boyfriend, “You can go along now. I don’t really need your help.”

She smirked inwardly at the last word she muttered out loud. What great help was he providing her at the moment?

He smiled at her, but there was no mistake of the vexation that treaded at its corners. Airily he chuckled over at her.

“Hermione aren’t you forgetting one thing?”

She winced at his bad grammar. “Andrew you did a grammatical mistake. First of all it’s ‘are you not.’ Not what you said – ”

He huffed out in great annoyance. As he raised his hands he happened to grab fistfuls of his hair.

“Would you stop that,” he hissed,” I don’t want to hear your exclamations Miss Perfect!”

She gazed upon him with an unflinching stare. Though her outside exterior did nothing to her wavering insides. Her heart then felt a crack forming at its edge. It was whimpering softly at its structure crumbling. How soon was this destruction after their last fight?

How soon can she hold this up? This façade that she at first dismissed.

“Well then I’m sorry to be such a bother.” Hermione spit out at him.

Andrew shook his head and disgustingly gazed at the door that would bear his exit. She knew he just wanted to get out of here, away from her.

“I don’t even know why I put up with you.” He murmured to himself. But she still heard him.

She turned away from him. So he wouldn’t see the tear drops forming at the corners of her eyes. In one of the Muggle books that she had recently read, it proclaimed to never let the enemy see you weak at hand.

But, she thought to herself, since when did she consider Andrew her enemy?

“Hermione don’t turn away from me baby,” Andrew cooed at her.

She shirked away from his awaiting figure. Her stance dictating how uncomfortable she was with this setting. She almost screamed in disgust when he wrapped his arms around her.

She gruffly shook them away. “Not now,” she whispered at him.

He angrily groaned and wrinkled his nose in irritation.

“When will the time be then?” He said it in a sarcastic but yet irate manner.

“Just because we have study dates doesn’t mean it really is a date.”

He started to laugh uncontrollably at her. “Hermione, my dear Hermione.”

How much did she want to slap him at the moment. To feel her hand forcibly knock that superior smirk off his face.

“Every time you are with me you should desire my kisses. In fact you should feel obliged that I am even your boyfriend.”

Who did he think he was? Oh, she had to use all her willpower from not raising her hand and let it accomplish its awaiting task.

“- I could always go back to Jenna. At least she looks pretty – ”

How dare he say that! True, her physical appearance did not make guys have a second glance at her. But if she made an effort, she knew she could compete with Cho Chang in the looks department.

But yet, his words resounded in her head. Perhaps what she thought about her beauty did not apply to everyone? Maybe he was right about this. Maybe she was truly ugly.

“Well why don’t you.” She said in an aloof tone.

“I’m thinking of doing that if you keep giving me these curt responses.” He angrily said as he whispered in her ear.

“First of all,” she greedily grabbed both his hands and shoved them away from her body. “- Value my personal space. And you can keep on going on about Jenna but you know,” she returned the sick laugh he gave her moments ago, “I know the reason you won’t go back to her.”

He curiously looked at her. “Oh. And what will that be, Miss Know-It-All?”

She smirked at his direction. “Because she is someone else’s whore.”

She knew before she saw his cheek twitch, that she had hit a nerve. She, herself, couldn’t explain why she blurted out her last phrase. The words were just angrily rolling off her tongue. That she didn’t give them a second thought. She just wanted to continue talking so he would not.

Yes, she knew her actions were very childish. But she did not mind them much at the moment.

“You bitch.” He let his words linger in the silent atmosphere.

“Is that what you said to her when you found out?” She couldn’t even let that be stopped. She was enjoying this new side of her too much.

He looked about ready to hex her at the moment. His eyes were ablaze and maybe he wasn’t thinking rationally. But still he restrained himself. She was glad to know that he remembered she was Hermione Granger, a witch prodigy, someone not to mess with.

His knuckles were turning a whitish hue, as he tightly shook with his over laced fury. Without a single word he strode to the exit and slammed the door. Well, as hard as he could.

Her gaze lingered at where he was seconds ago. It ceased its fascination with her boyfriend’s dramatic exit, as she gathered her belongings.

And as Andrew went, she delicately handled the door and discreetly went out the door.

She let out another grand sigh and leaned back to the grimy wall. She was getting sick and tired of these petty fights she and Andrew would have. He would disagree with every little trivial thing she did, that she again wondered why they were together.

Sure he was handsome with his dirty blond hair and his gray eyes. But should pure attractiveness be the base of a relationship?

She knew it wasn’t, but still she did not want to break up their relationship. Because having Andrew made her feel wanted or liked, made her feel more insecure of her self esteem. No matter how against her morals it was.

She looked down the hallway after hearing a low murmur. She hugged herself, unconsciously trying to shield herself from whatever phantom there was.

But as she continued her search, she spotted a figure crouched in a fetal position. A figure that apparently had a shaggy raven black mane of untidy hair. He was hidden behind the corner outside the room she had previously escaped from.

She quickly ran to him and threw her book bag to the side. Not noticing the contents spilling out once again.

She gently shook his shoulders. Trying in vain to contain her anxiety. The figure lifted its head slowly. His eyes owlishly blinked at her, getting use to the surroundings.

As his eyes focused in on her, some of her hair strands trickled down upon her face. With great annoyance she waved them off.

“Harry? What are you doing here?” She had to seriously contain her panic from her voice. It wouldn't do any good to scare the boy away with her shrieks. “And especially at this time at night!”

He kept on staring at her with a look she couldn’t quite place. His silence was not ceasing her worries. It was doing quite the opposite. Quickly her mind traveled over to a worst case scenario.

“Don’t tell me,” her breath was coming in short pants, “Did something happen Harry?!”

He still continued his constant stare with her. She could only mimic his behavior. She could not turn away from his emerald orbs, at least not yet.

“No.” He quietly told her. Not letting his gaze waver a bit. “I was looking for you.”

She found herself feeling a bit elated at that comment. Her stare with him then breaks off; she felt that she cannot continue what he wants.

As she looks away her lips twitch out into a bashful smile. Her eyes drift to the floor, anywhere but him, not wanting to look back at his face for some reason.

“Whatever for? Why would you need me?” She frankly questioned him. After all what is she worth to him?

His eyes light up and he shook his head at her in a form of disappointment.

“Whatever would I need you for? Hermione that is the about the stupidest question I have ever heard from you.”

What was he going on about? Wait, did he just include her name and stupid in the same sentence?

Just as she was going to delve more into the subject, his finger grazed her cheek. Her mind formats into a blank slate. A wonderful warmth grows a bit at the pit of her stomach. She just started to close her eyes as she tried to treasure the moment.

From a far off distance she heard him say, “For everything.”

As that sentence echoed off the desolate hallway, he drifted away. She stood in a still position, not moving because she is still reeling over what he just did. Only the lack of his presence makes her vaguely notice him grabbing her things and walking down the corridor telling her to move along or else Filch was going to come.