Story: Take It Away

Authoressa: Gods, I thought this story was horrible.

TakeIt Away

Outside, the orange tinge of the sun rising over the hill on the edge was a sight to see. Unfortunately, only one could say they saw it, and saw it everyday. What person, may you ask be up in the early hours of the day? That's right, Hermione Granger. Picking up her schoolbag, she went into the castle, to go have breakfast.

She sat next to Ginny Weasley, who was raving about why Valentine's Day should be illegal.

"Well, some girls aren't the Valentine types, and they don't celebrate, and the crazy ones spike pumpkin juice with love potions, which are really illegal, and then that's disasterous, but it's just all of the-"

"Ginny, shut up." Hermione said briskly. "I mean, who cares?" She continued eating her breakfast, while getting the feeling that she was being watched.

Hermione entered the Potions classroom and took a seat next to Neville Longbottom, one of the clumsy kids in her year. She diligently worked, feeling a pair of eyes on her the whole time. She decided to skip Ancient Runes, although it wasn't like her. Returning to her dormitory, she saw it filled with flowers. A rather large group was scattered around something and Hermione fought her way through.

"Hermione!" Ginny called. "They have your name on them." Hermione looked closer. It was a beautiful bouquet, assorted flowers in it, and a large white bear holding a heart.

"They were sent here about fifteen minutes ago." Lavender said.

The card read, "Dear Hermione. I've always loved you and never got the courage to tell you. I watch you every day, get everything right, hand in perfect answers, and receive perfect marks. I wish I could tell you, how I feel, but I can't. I'm sorry, Hermione. Happy Valentine's Day. I'll always love you."

It puzzled Hermione, and she carried the card with her all day, and showed it to Harry and Ron. Ron blushed a bright pink while muttering under his breath, and Harry just stared at it if it was going to explode any second.

In Transfiguration, a heart was on her usually seat. It was edged with lace and trimmed neatly.

It read: "Hermione, I still watch you. You'll never know how much I care. You never will really know. I can't love you, I mean I'm not supposed to. But I do. Meet me in the Room of Requirement at 6:00. Love, Your Valentine."

Ron and Harry told her not to go that someone might try and kill her. But she wanted to know, I mean, if you had a secret Valentine and you were gonna meet them, but you might get killed, wouldn't you go?

At six, Hermione left her dormitory, taking her cloak with her. When she entered the Room of Requirement, no one was there. She sat stiffly in a plush chair by the fire, staring at it. Suddenly, Hermione felt hot breath on her neck.

"Hello, Hermione." Someone said softly, making her shiver. Hands were placed on her shoulders. Hermione turned in the chair and sat on it, her knees in the fabric. Her dark eyes met with midnight blue ones. Black, silky curls adorned his head, curling up behind his ears and curling out around his neck. It was Blaise Zabini, the often quiet, but smart Slytherin.

He smiled at her confused look and kissed her softly on the lips, out of impulse. She slowly responded, tangling her fingers in his silky locks, as his arms wrapped around her waist. He backed her into the wall, his hands roaming her sides.

It was the most beautiful thingHermione had ever felt. She felt loved, needed, wanted. That was what she wanted. To feel those things. But she couldn't. As he said, she couldn't be here, with him. She felt horrible. She wanted to be there, but she couldn't. Slowly, she pulled her aching lips from his, causing them to ache even more. He kissed her neck softly, unwilling to let her go.

"You were right, Blaise. I can't be here." She said softly, as he met her in the eyes. His hand brushed her cheek lovingly, and with a nod, he released her.

"Never forget, Hermione. I'm always here." Blaise motioned around him. "When you need me." And he left, a swish of his black robes was the last thing she saw, before she fell asleep against the wall where Blaise had left her. As her eyes closed, she could feel arms around her. Blaise had come back. She didn't have the energy to open her eyes, but the way she was held close against him gave her confirmation.

"You're mine." He said softly into her ear. She nodded. "I'm taking you away from here. I've decided, I don't care about what anyone else thinks." And he pressed a kiss to her forehead lovingly, and left. Hermione's head drifted into his chest, and she thought quietly to herself of a song by a muggle rock band, called 'the Used.'

"Burn the sun, burn the light. Take it away. Take my hand, take my life. Take it away.' She smiled. 'Blaise could take me away anyday.' She finally closed her eyes.

Take It Away

Authoressa: A bit...different. I think it's weird, now, not stupid...oh well. Read and Review, anyway!