A Typical Broomcloset Encounter, Revisited
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Not What It Seems
Title: A Typical Broom Closet Encounter, Revisited
Pairing: Hermione/?
Rating: Hmm... this one’s milder
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Harry Potter couldn’t sleep.
A couple of hours ago everything had been jolly as he was dozing off, nothing to worry about but the inevitable, when he heard the door to his dormitory swing open. After listening tentatively, Harry realized someone was making their way over to him; no, not him, his trunk!
It was awfully dark, but Harry was curious to know who it was, so he pretended to be asleep. After faking for a while, he had opened his eyes only to see his best friend, Hermione Granger, steal his invisibility cloak.
Harry, as hard as he tried, couldn’t fathom why someone who he had trusted for six years would take something of his without asking; Especially Hermione, who was hardworking, trustworthy, and had a knack at respecting people’s feelings. Harry wasn’t stupid though, something had been up with Hermione for about a month, and she had been acting very strangely.
Hermione, who was intelligent beyond his wildest dreams, always took care of herself. Sure, sometimes she studied to much for her own health, but she wasn’t one to quit eating, skip classes, and become painfully antisocial. And that, as much as it hurt Harry to say it, was exactly what his friend had begun to do.
Not to mention something that came up just the month before. Ron had claimed he ran into Hermione in the corridor, skipping happily, and wearing a guy’s robes. He couldn’t believe it! Hermione’s excuse had been that she had picked up the wrong jumper in the laundry room, but he knew better. Hermione was keeping something from him.
Harry and Ron had tried so hard to find what was bothering Hermione, but each theory was as incorrect as the next. So, that night when Hermione took Harry’s invisibility cloak, he decided to follow her. As hard as it had been to stride down the dark corridors without getting caught and without Hermione hearing him, he had somehow managed. But then, after a close dodge of the sinister Professor Snape, Hermione had entered the Room of Requirement.
What did she need?
Harry waited outside of the closet for about ten minutes before opening the door. He couldn’t see very clearly, but he knew Hermione and someone else was inside. Not knowing what else to do, he had cried, “Hermione, are you in here? It’s me, Harry!”
A curse, a call, and a soft whooshing sound later, Harry became aware that Hermione had slipped back on his cloak and run away. All he could think of doing was catching her and asking a few questions, so he sprinted quickly in no particular direction. Obviously he didn’t have the slightest idea where he was going, so after feeling around in midair for a few moments, he gave up and returned to the Gryffindor common room.
It wasn’t until after he had reached his dormitory, noted that his cloak had been returned, and gotten back under his bedclothes that Harry realized that he didn’t have the faintest idea who had been in the broom closet with Hermione. Then it struck him that perhaps that person had been the owner of the boy’s sweater that Ron had seen Hermione wearing. And if she had traded clothes with a boy, that meant Hermione had gotten naked. And if she had gotten naked that meant that she…
Hermione was having sex in the Room of Requirement? Boy, had she changed!
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Not unlike Harry, Hermione had experienced a night full of tosses and turns. She was literally tortured by the thought of her own stupidity. How could she have been so thick as to think she could actually pull off an occasional shag with someone she didn’t know? And she had the nerve to steal Harry’s cloak!
Hermione found herself to worried to care how tired she was the next day. It didn’t matter if her socks matched, and they probably didn’t, but she was so worried about her friend’s reaction that she seriously considered skipping breakfast.
“No!” Hermione told herself firmly, “I won’t be a coward! I have to face up to my actions, and by Merlin I will.”
And with that she marched off to the Great Hall, head held high.
When she reached the Gryffindor table, Hermione found Harry alone, buttering toast and chewing on a slice of bacon. She sat down next to him and looked him squarely in the eye. Much to her surprise, Harry greeted her with a huge smile and passed a plate of sausages toward her. After swallowing, Harry said in a laughter filled voice, “Eat up! After all the activities that you’re involved in, you have to keep up your energy!”
It took a few moments for Hermione to close her O of a mouth. When she regained her voice she asked shakily, “You’re not mad at me? Upset, mad or anything?”
Harry chuckled and said, “I’m glad you’re relieving some tension. Really, I wish I could be as laid back as you. I wish you’d asked to er... use... my cloak, but really, I think it’s very funny.”
Hermione swallowed the lump in her throat and then said, “Uh, Harry, do you think you could keep that bit of information from Ron? I have a feeling he wouldn’t be quite as tickled about it as you?”
Harry shrugged then said, “Fine by me, but I’m dying to know, who is it?”
Hermione felt like someone had just pushed her off a skyscraper. She had been really relieved to see that Harry had taken the whole thing so well, but how could she explain to him that she didn’t know who she was shagging? Feeling very sick Hermione stammered out, “Uhh, I mean…it’s uhh…I duh-dunno.”
She was so scared that she wasn’t even surprised when Harry choked into his toast and cried, “WHAT!?” at the top of his voice. Fearful of her friend’s trademark rage, Hermione suggested in a small voice, “Umm, do you think you could keep it down?”
Harry growled in a slightly lower voice, “You mean to tell me that you don’t even know who…he…is!?
Hermione couldn’t do anything but nod.
Harry was now red but after a few minutes of furious silence he said, “I expect you to go back there, tonight, and sort out who it is…and no shagging!”
Hermione whimpered and stood up, nodding in agreement, before sprinting out of the breakfast gathering.
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Classes seemed to drag by at an unusually slow pace that day. Hermione kept one eye on her studies but another on possible candidates for her closet lover. Nobody acted suspicious, and Hermione was left as clueless as she had been the day before.
She pushed her dinner (pork chops and potatoes) around her plate, hardly touching it. Hermione knew what she had to do in order to find out who it was, but she wasn’t even sure if that person would return to the Room of Requirement that night. After all, everyone thought she was an annoying know-it-all, and Hermione couldn’t think of a single person who would still be intrested in her, now that they had discovered who their mystery girl was.
After sitting deathly quiet the entire evening and receiving the invisibility cloak, Hermione went up to her dorm and faked sleep. Time seemed to pass very slowly, and it might as well have been two years before her wristwatch read 11:30. By that time, she was so nervous that her legs felt like jelly as she made her way to the Room of Requirement.
She didn’t meet anyone along the way, but she really would have loved any excuse not to go back into the closet. Hermione’s heart was in her throat by the time she was one hallway away, and she was inches away from turning back and just telling Harry that the person didn’t return.
When Hermione reached the hallway of with the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy, she didn’t think she could be any more unraveled. That was before she saw who was entering the Room of Requirement. Slowly opening the door to a dingy broom closet that Hermione knew so well, was none other than the Potions Master, Professor Snape.
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A/N: Dun, dun, dun! Let me just say that things are not always what they seem. Read and review and I shall update much quicker!
Review reply: AVA ROSIER: Hmmm, I don’t believe Miracle Cock 2000\'s are sold on Ebay. Let’s just pretend that “those” are limited to the magical world. Lol, thanks for the laugh. Also, much gratitude for “staying mum”.
Pairing: Hermione/?
Rating: Hmm... this one’s milder
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Harry Potter couldn’t sleep.
A couple of hours ago everything had been jolly as he was dozing off, nothing to worry about but the inevitable, when he heard the door to his dormitory swing open. After listening tentatively, Harry realized someone was making their way over to him; no, not him, his trunk!
It was awfully dark, but Harry was curious to know who it was, so he pretended to be asleep. After faking for a while, he had opened his eyes only to see his best friend, Hermione Granger, steal his invisibility cloak.
Harry, as hard as he tried, couldn’t fathom why someone who he had trusted for six years would take something of his without asking; Especially Hermione, who was hardworking, trustworthy, and had a knack at respecting people’s feelings. Harry wasn’t stupid though, something had been up with Hermione for about a month, and she had been acting very strangely.
Hermione, who was intelligent beyond his wildest dreams, always took care of herself. Sure, sometimes she studied to much for her own health, but she wasn’t one to quit eating, skip classes, and become painfully antisocial. And that, as much as it hurt Harry to say it, was exactly what his friend had begun to do.
Not to mention something that came up just the month before. Ron had claimed he ran into Hermione in the corridor, skipping happily, and wearing a guy’s robes. He couldn’t believe it! Hermione’s excuse had been that she had picked up the wrong jumper in the laundry room, but he knew better. Hermione was keeping something from him.
Harry and Ron had tried so hard to find what was bothering Hermione, but each theory was as incorrect as the next. So, that night when Hermione took Harry’s invisibility cloak, he decided to follow her. As hard as it had been to stride down the dark corridors without getting caught and without Hermione hearing him, he had somehow managed. But then, after a close dodge of the sinister Professor Snape, Hermione had entered the Room of Requirement.
What did she need?
Harry waited outside of the closet for about ten minutes before opening the door. He couldn’t see very clearly, but he knew Hermione and someone else was inside. Not knowing what else to do, he had cried, “Hermione, are you in here? It’s me, Harry!”
A curse, a call, and a soft whooshing sound later, Harry became aware that Hermione had slipped back on his cloak and run away. All he could think of doing was catching her and asking a few questions, so he sprinted quickly in no particular direction. Obviously he didn’t have the slightest idea where he was going, so after feeling around in midair for a few moments, he gave up and returned to the Gryffindor common room.
It wasn’t until after he had reached his dormitory, noted that his cloak had been returned, and gotten back under his bedclothes that Harry realized that he didn’t have the faintest idea who had been in the broom closet with Hermione. Then it struck him that perhaps that person had been the owner of the boy’s sweater that Ron had seen Hermione wearing. And if she had traded clothes with a boy, that meant Hermione had gotten naked. And if she had gotten naked that meant that she…
Hermione was having sex in the Room of Requirement? Boy, had she changed!
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Not unlike Harry, Hermione had experienced a night full of tosses and turns. She was literally tortured by the thought of her own stupidity. How could she have been so thick as to think she could actually pull off an occasional shag with someone she didn’t know? And she had the nerve to steal Harry’s cloak!
Hermione found herself to worried to care how tired she was the next day. It didn’t matter if her socks matched, and they probably didn’t, but she was so worried about her friend’s reaction that she seriously considered skipping breakfast.
“No!” Hermione told herself firmly, “I won’t be a coward! I have to face up to my actions, and by Merlin I will.”
And with that she marched off to the Great Hall, head held high.
When she reached the Gryffindor table, Hermione found Harry alone, buttering toast and chewing on a slice of bacon. She sat down next to him and looked him squarely in the eye. Much to her surprise, Harry greeted her with a huge smile and passed a plate of sausages toward her. After swallowing, Harry said in a laughter filled voice, “Eat up! After all the activities that you’re involved in, you have to keep up your energy!”
It took a few moments for Hermione to close her O of a mouth. When she regained her voice she asked shakily, “You’re not mad at me? Upset, mad or anything?”
Harry chuckled and said, “I’m glad you’re relieving some tension. Really, I wish I could be as laid back as you. I wish you’d asked to er... use... my cloak, but really, I think it’s very funny.”
Hermione swallowed the lump in her throat and then said, “Uh, Harry, do you think you could keep that bit of information from Ron? I have a feeling he wouldn’t be quite as tickled about it as you?”
Harry shrugged then said, “Fine by me, but I’m dying to know, who is it?”
Hermione felt like someone had just pushed her off a skyscraper. She had been really relieved to see that Harry had taken the whole thing so well, but how could she explain to him that she didn’t know who she was shagging? Feeling very sick Hermione stammered out, “Uhh, I mean…it’s uhh…I duh-dunno.”
She was so scared that she wasn’t even surprised when Harry choked into his toast and cried, “WHAT!?” at the top of his voice. Fearful of her friend’s trademark rage, Hermione suggested in a small voice, “Umm, do you think you could keep it down?”
Harry growled in a slightly lower voice, “You mean to tell me that you don’t even know who…he…is!?
Hermione couldn’t do anything but nod.
Harry was now red but after a few minutes of furious silence he said, “I expect you to go back there, tonight, and sort out who it is…and no shagging!”
Hermione whimpered and stood up, nodding in agreement, before sprinting out of the breakfast gathering.
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Classes seemed to drag by at an unusually slow pace that day. Hermione kept one eye on her studies but another on possible candidates for her closet lover. Nobody acted suspicious, and Hermione was left as clueless as she had been the day before.
She pushed her dinner (pork chops and potatoes) around her plate, hardly touching it. Hermione knew what she had to do in order to find out who it was, but she wasn’t even sure if that person would return to the Room of Requirement that night. After all, everyone thought she was an annoying know-it-all, and Hermione couldn’t think of a single person who would still be intrested in her, now that they had discovered who their mystery girl was.
After sitting deathly quiet the entire evening and receiving the invisibility cloak, Hermione went up to her dorm and faked sleep. Time seemed to pass very slowly, and it might as well have been two years before her wristwatch read 11:30. By that time, she was so nervous that her legs felt like jelly as she made her way to the Room of Requirement.
She didn’t meet anyone along the way, but she really would have loved any excuse not to go back into the closet. Hermione’s heart was in her throat by the time she was one hallway away, and she was inches away from turning back and just telling Harry that the person didn’t return.
When Hermione reached the hallway of with the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy, she didn’t think she could be any more unraveled. That was before she saw who was entering the Room of Requirement. Slowly opening the door to a dingy broom closet that Hermione knew so well, was none other than the Potions Master, Professor Snape.
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A/N: Dun, dun, dun! Let me just say that things are not always what they seem. Read and review and I shall update much quicker!
Review reply: AVA ROSIER: Hmmm, I don’t believe Miracle Cock 2000\'s are sold on Ebay. Let’s just pretend that “those” are limited to the magical world. Lol, thanks for the laugh. Also, much gratitude for “staying mum”.